#australia x antarctica

[k1ng0k]

Australasia AU | Family Differences

Jīnsèa is the child of Australia and China. Jīnsèa is only favoured by their father, China but not Australia, which is who Jīnsèa wants to be with the most. However, Australia has a kid with Antarctica which he holds very dear to him. China doesn't know about Antarctica and Australia, but Jīnsèa does. To get on good terms with Australia, Jīnsèa keeps the affair a secret but there's half sibling rivalry between Jīnsèa and Subastéri.

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[luxflora]

I can only have 10 options, I thought we were supposed to get 12 now? I also haven't updated this app since May so maybe that's why. Anyways I would've preferred slightly more/different distinctions but this is what you get for now. My original "Are you from the Midwest?" poll had a surprising number of people not from the midwest, so I'm trying to see what the international data looks like. If this poll gets the expected results, I want to do another one that splits up the numbers more.

If I managed to leave out your region or made some other odd slip PLEASE tell me in the tags!!! ❤️🙏 I am not good at geography but I did my best

#myposts #luxpolls #polls #poll

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Love at the Craft Table

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 2, 104

Summary: a flashback to you and Dieter on the set of Bark of Justice

Warnings: Dieter being a bit grumpy, being harassed by a “nice guy”, changing points of view

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The craft table was empty. It was safe to venture out there. You were hoping to refill your bottle with iced tea and maybe grab and sandwich before…

“Hey, do you want some sour Skittles?”

You swear, Kevin was a walking jump scare, waiting around for you in the shadows like a creeper.

“Um, no thanks I just…”

“Are you into surfing? I’m totally into it. I grew up near the beach, so I went every day. You must’ve been the same, we have so much in common.”

“No, I didn’t live near a beach, and it got cold a lot where I…”

“Woah, cold in Australia? That’s crazy”

“Tasmania is quite close to Antarctica actually.”

“Yeah, well I don’t surf anymore, and it took me an hour to drive to the beach so…”

You really needed to find a polite way out of this situation, and you spotted him.

“Mr. Bravo, are you needing any help?”

*****

Last day of filming. Dieter sure wasn’t going to miss this crazy month of filming and the crazy prosthetics, but he would miss you. He thought about trying to work up the courage to attempt at flirting but then immediately decided against it. Rule number one: don’t flirt with the people who are responsible for making you look good, no matter how pretty they are.

Speaking of which, she was over at the craft table. He realised he was thirsty, so he headed over there. Where’d this grip git whatever the fuck his name was come from? You clearly weren’t interested in him, but he didn’t seem to get the message. And he didn’t deserve to be in her presence, just take the rejection and move on. Why didn’t assholes take no for an answer?

“Mr. Bravo, are you wanting any help?”

Oh, you were standing right in front of him, looking so beautiful and…pay attention, don’t get lost in those eyes.

“Um, I was thirsty, but not sure if I should stick with the water or just splurge for the last day?”

“The iced tea is nice. It’s peach and I love it or…”

“Well, you’ve sold me on it.”

You gratefully took his tumbler and filled it up for him, his arm being a little stiff from the fake arm you put on him earlier.

“Here you go Mr. Bravo.”

“Please, we’ve been working together for a month, call me Dieter.”

You didn’t say anything, so he awkwardly took a sip. “Hey, that is good.”

You smiled, “Glad you like it.”

“Thanks, you’re a peach!” Why did he say that? That was the most stupid thing to say.

But you just smiled and walked away happy, so it wasn’t too big a disaster. He hoped.

*****

You took the job for Sap of Justice because it gave you creative freedom. The brief from the director was that a man was slowly being turned into a tree, and they wanted it based as much in reality as possible. You spent hours researching cases of people suffering from illnesses which could possibly resemble someone being slowly turned into a tree. They were thrilled with your ideas.

Thankfully the actor didn’t require a full body of prosthetics, and the makeup work was spaced out so he wouldn’t have to suffer. Mr. Bravo only had to spend the second third of the filming in full prosthetics, and he was thankful because he could barely move. His assistant seemed to have scarpered, so you worked double duty as his helper, feeding him between takes and making sure he was still comfortable. You didn’t mind as you could keep an eye on your work. 

You were warned of his reputation, but he was the first actor not to flirt with you. The actor playing the wife murderer leered at you while you put a fake bullet hole in his forehead, wishing it was a real one.

You felt kind of safe around Mr. Bravo. Now was the first instant of him attempting to flirt with you and you had to admit that you like it.

*****

Dieter trudged over to the craft table now that he had a lunch break. He noticed you sitting off to the side in the shade.

“Did you want a seat Mr. Bravo?” you indicated to the seat next to you.

He nodded and walked over while you took your kit bag off the seat next to you. He noticed for the first time it had a big Vincent labelled across it.

“Vincent?” he gestured while he sat down.

“Oh, that’s the name of my bag.”

“He’s not named after Vincent Price, is he?”

“He is! You’re the first one to get it.”

“I don’t know any other Vincents” his stomach grumbled, reminding him why he was here.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you must be hungry. Can I go and get you something?”

“You don’t need to…”

“You’re already sitting down, and I wanted to get myself something, so I don’t mind.”

“Sure um, what do you recommend?”

“I just had the chicken salad which is nice. And it won’t make much of a mess of your face.”

“I trust your judgement.”

You came back shortly with a plate piled with food and refilled his tumbler.

“This is good”

“I know. I feel bad if I take some to take home with me, but it tastes too good.”

“Hey, I like that idea. Should’ve done that myself.”

You both chuckled but then Dieter felt and awkward pause coming up. “So, you like Vincent Price?”

He knew you loved films, often he’d name a random one and you’d know of it, surprisingly for him.

“Of course! That man could read the dictionary and I’d be in awe.”

“I think I watched Witchfinder General five times before I could get the voice right.”

You almost jumped out of your seat in joy, “You can do the voice?!”

But before Dieter could do his best rendition, you were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, did you want any sour Skittles?”

“No, thank you.” Kevin sucked the joy out of you now.

“I’d like some.” Dieter muttered but that grip git quickly shoved them back into his pocket.

“I only had one left so…” Kevin pawed at the ground, “So, I was, we were having a wrap party afterwards. Me and the gang. Would you like to join…?”

“No, thank you. I have things to do.”

“It’s no big deal but, I, we, put together to order in pizza and…”

Dieter butt in, “She said no.”

“Uh…”

“She said no, now do you mind? We’re having lunch here.”

Kevin shuffled off, mumbling something rude towards Dieter under his breath.

“You didn’t have to do that Mr. Bravo.”

“He’s a Skittle stealing git is what he is, so I wanted to.”

“Oh, were you wanting some?”

“Skittles? Nah, your cookies are sweet enough for me.”

He shouldn’t have said that. He shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t flirting, was it? No, it was just a compliment.

“Thanks, um, I should take Vincent to…over there. See you later Mr. Bravo.”

*****

You were definitely developing feelings for the actor. You’d never had any kind of romantic feelings for an actor, anyone, for a while. Always closing yourself off to avoid the hurt feelings of betrayal. This felt different though, like he’d never stab you in the back.

He felt more like a romantic hero than the secret killer. You imagined him with a chainsaw hand fighting deadites and you had to pull yourself out of that pool of swooning. But you had to be professional, he was probably like that with everyone. You really did want to hear his Vincent Price impression.

*****

That’s a wrap was one of the greatest sentences ever uttered. Finally, he can get out of this character, out of this location, out of this costume. Getting out of this makeup meant that you would be out of his life though.

This was his final chance to maybe suggest maybe going out for a possible no pressure drink. But you’d probably say no, so best not to ask in the first place. But what is you said yes? Feelings were hard. Everything was so much easier when he was on drugs, he didn’t have to worry about feelings. Feelings just made everything hurt.

He was quiet throughout his final time in the makeup chair. He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to deal with seeing your beautiful smiling face for the last time. He mumbled a quick thank you and left before he felt the tears well up.

Now he was sitting around waiting for his driver, eyes closed and wallowing in regret. He opened them with a sigh and noticed you off in the distance packing away up your car. Maybe he should offer to help? Was that being too forward? It seems though, that someone had the same idea.

*****

“Hey, you want some help?”

How did he learn to move so quickly? And silently? He must be part alien possessed by a poltergeist or something.

“No, thank you, I have a system and…”

“It’s no big deal” ignoring your protests, he grabbed your tote bag and spotted your box of cookies, “Hey, cookies. Why weren’t these at the craft table?”

“I made those so…”

Immediately he opened it and shoved a cookie into his mouth, “These are good. Why didn’t I get one?”

“They’re only for, um, can I have it back please?”

He held it away from you as crumbs spilled out from his mouth.

“Come on, I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Don’t I deserve one?”

You just stood there in silence, arms waiting for your cookie box.

“I’ll give it back to you. If you give me a kiss.”

You felt the panic crawling up along with the tears, “Please”

“Or you could go out with me. That’s all I want from…”

“Please”

Suddenly, Kevin was being shoved against your car. Dieter had him pinned there, holding him with one hand.

“Leave her alone” he calmly stated. With his other hand, he took your cookie box out of Kevin’s two hands. You only just realised how big his hands were and you did the makeup on them for a month.

“Now, if you ever bother her again I will send people after you. Bad people. Because I know some, bad people that is.”

“Okay, okay” he stammered out.

“And apologise to her.”

Kevin barely whimpered out an apology, but it was enough that Dieter eventually let go of him. He almost growled and Kevin ran off like a man who’d wet his pants which amused Dieter. He softened when he looked at you.

“Are you okay?”

You wiped away tears you didn’t know you shed and nodded. Dieter then nodded and handed you back your rescued cookie box.

The act almost made you swoon.

Dieter was glad he didn’t punch that grip git in the face, even though he really wanted to. Punching people in the face was not a good look for an Oscar winner. He scared him good though, pretty sure he wet his pants. He chuckled at the thought of that.

“Dieter.”

He turned around, almost not recognising his name coming from your mouth.

“Um, thank you for…”

“Hey, I’m sure anyone would’ve…”

“No, I don’t think anyone would’ve. Do you want the last cookie?” you practically shoved the box in his face to avoid the embarrassment.

“Uh, sure”

He wasn’t sure if he should eat it now or later, you were fidgeting a lot.

“I don’t normally do this but, would you like to get together and watch a movie sometime?”

Dieter’s brain short-circuited for a second and he answered way too quickly, “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Oh, good” you seem relieved, “What’s your number so…”

Oh shit, “I don’t know, sorry.”

“That’s okay, do you have your phone on you?”

Oh, shit again, “I have no idea where it is.”

You held up a finger, “Wait, two seconds.”

You scurried off, leaving Dieter with nothing to do but he his cookie. You came scurrying back holding a piece of paper.

“This is my number” you said, holding it out to him. “Give me a call sometime and we can organise something. Or text me, whatever works for you.”

He remembered in time not to drop the cookie from his mouth, “Yeah, sounds great. I’ll do that.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t know…you really don’t mind getting together to watch a scary movie?”

His brain short-circuited again.

“I’d love to watch a scary movie with you.”

Films referenced: Witchfinder General (1968), Evil Dead 2 (1987)

Lovingly tagging @cevans-is-classic

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[ltwilliammowett]

Waterspout

A waterspout is an intense columnar vortex that forms over a body of water. Most waterspouts do not suck water; they are small and weak rotating columns of air above the water. Although they are usually weaker than their counterparts on land, there are also stronger versions caused by mesocyclones.

Naval vessel at sea, firing a gun, with waterspouts starboard (right) and port (left), watercolour by D. Tandy (sketchbook, 1798). (x)

Waterspouts form mainly in tropical and subtropical areas, but they are also observed in other regions such as Europe, West Asia (Middle East), Australia, New Zealand, the Great Lakes, Antarctica and, in rare cases, the Great Salt Lake. There are also some on the east coast of the United States and the coast of California. Although rare, waterspouts have also been observed in conjunction with snowfalls triggered by the lake effect.  

#naval history #weather phenomena #waterspouts #age of sail #modern

[marvelman901]

X-Men vol 2 44 (1995) . Lost and Found . Written by Fabian Nicieza Penciled by Andy Kubert Inked by Matt Ryan Colors by Kevin Somers and Digital Chameleon Lettered by Richard Starkings and Comicraft Edited by Bob Harras Cover by Andy Kubert and Cam Smith . Jean and Skids had been recovered by Psylocke and Bishop, while Cyclops tried to lead the remaining Acolytes to safety in Australia (He eventually found an old X-Men headquarters in the Outback). Colossus had ended up in Antarctica, where he was saved by Callisto... . See more relevant content here: #marvelman901xmen #marvelman901acolytes #marvelman901professorx #marvelman901cyclops #marvelman901colossus #marvelman901callisto #marvelman901ameliavoght . #xmen #andykubert #cyclops #acolytes #professorx #marvelman901kleinstocks #marvelman901cargill #marvelman901morlocks #marvelman901unuscione #marvelman901scanner #colossus #90s #callisto (på/i Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClcKAeUsMWl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[usafphantom2]

Northrop Grumman reveals Australia's first MQ-4C Triton RPAS

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 09/15/2022 - 14:00in Military, UAV - UAV

First MQ-4C Triton from RAAF in California. (Photo: Northrop Grumman)

The first MQ-4C Triton remotely piloted aircraft system (RPAS) of the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) made its first official appearance with the painting and markings of the RAAF.

The aircraft was presented on September 14 at the Northrop Grumman site in Palmsdale, California, where the company is assembling a total of three Tritons. Australia ordered the first two units in 2019 and the third in 2020.

The head of capacity of the Australian Air Force, vice air marshal Robert Denney, said that the RPAS built in partnership with Northrop and the U.S. Navy would support intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance functions, as well as a wide range of joint activities.

“This partnership is expanding the limits of air power to seek a truly advanced platform that will provide a fundamental capacity and a growth path for the coming decades,” said Deputy Air Marshal Denney. "Once in service, the remotely piloted high-altitude long-term air system will significantly increase our ability to persistently patrol the northern and northwestern approaches of Australia, in the Pacific southwest and southern Antarctica.

The Australian Ministry of Defense expects the first aircraft, out of up to seven in total, to be completed and delivered to Australia in 2024, with the Australian Ministry of Defense investing more than $900 million in Australian industry, including support and facilities.

Once delivered, the MQ-4C Tritons will be based mainly at the RAAF Base in Tindal, Northern Territory, being controlled from the RAAF Base facilities in Edinburgh, complementing the surveillance role of P-8A Poseidon, providing sustained operations over long distances and performing a series of intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance tasks.

Australia's first Triton is on its way to being delivered, just as the U.S. Navy hopes to achieve the initial operational capacity with its multi-intelligence Tritons, the same configuration that Australia is receiving. The identical capabilities will allow the RAAF and the U.S. Navy to share data and maintain an autonomous capacity for intelligence, surveillance, recognition and targeting over some of the most critical maritime regions in the world.

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♡ꜜ cupid victorious﹫jaehyun jung

pairing : jaehyun x reader (f) ft. doyoung, jungwoo, yukhei, mark, taeyong and sicheng as the six other cupids, quick mention of seventeen’s jeonghan as jaehyun’s old tutor and red velvet’s joy as the reader’s close friend.

genre : angst, fluff, another smut with too much plot, cupid!jaehyun, soulmate!au, strangers to friends to lovers.

warnings : slow burn, one protected sex scenes, two unprotected sex scenes (as always, stay safe in real life) : heavy making out, dirty talk, body worship, praising, nipple play, penetration, marking, cock warming, morning sex, shower sex, manhandling, degradation, oral (make receiving), face fucking, creampie, fingering, overstimulation, heavy making out in an elevator, they can’t keep their hands off of each other at some point, mentions of sexting (again, in real life know the precautions to take before sending anything risqué) and non descriptive masturbation scene, car sex, semi-public sex, grinding, oral (female receiving), tongue fucking, edging, hair pulling, slight ass play, mention of spanking, slight impreg kink and cum play. 

word count : +26,5k

synopsis: where Jung Jaehyun is one of the seven cupids, one for each continent, and he truly, deeply loves what he does for the small people on planet earth. there isn’t any competition between him and his six other brothers, but most would agree that he’s the best cupid among them. and yet, he’s been stuck on a case for a bit too long now. down on the pretty blue planet, is you. equally as pretty, Jaehyun has to say, yet it seems his arrows aren’t working on you. being a hard-working and pretty stubborn cupid, he decides to take a trip downtown to get to know you better and why exactly, are his arrows not working like they’re supposed to. things don’t go as planned, especially when you take interest in him. 

a/n: please read this i just, this lowkey means a lot to me, this isn’t proofread and, peep my weak attempt at giving jaehyun pink eyes, this takes place in seoul. taglist : @coffeeofmine​, @mailuvsnct​, @junguws​, @suhweo​, @suhfluffy​, @animegirl366​, @ceruleanskies​, @the-universe-in-you-jjh

Jaehyun loves what he does. He wouldn’t even dare call it a job, rather, a vocation, a strong feeling that he was meant for this. The young men had been trained to become one of the seven Cupids when the old ones retired for other adventures. The legend says the old Cupids are eventually reborn on Earth for a more ordinary life after their service on Olympus. He also remembers being taught by the previous Cupid of the continent he was assigned to, a young-looking men with graceful and delicate features, long greyish hair that matched his silver bow. 

Quickly, he learned that Jeonghan - his tutor at the time - was somewhat a vicious Cupid. He knew how to make his job even more fun, taking young Jaehyun alongside him for adventures he could then brag about to the six other apprentices. The brunette remembers watching as his eldest shot arrows at two strangers, two best friends, two rivals, even. But never, never did he let Jaehyun touch one of his arrows, he was only allowed to watch from the high pedestal of a fluffy cloud, or draped in a soft sheet of invisibility. 

Out of the seven continents, Europe was given to Taeyong. One of the smallest, but prettiest, the Cupids all agreed. Taeyong was a cupid with sharp features, hair as red as his beloved bow. After travelling in every country and city, he, himself, fell in love with Paris without the need of any arrows. Taeyong eventually ended up making too many people fall in love in this very city after staying there a bit too much.

Mark, one of the youngest Cupids, was assigned to North America. What a huge continent for such a small frame, was what Jaehyun thought when they were first assigned. But, the brunette had to admit, Mark grew up a lot, Jaehyun didn’t have a single doubt that he had the shoulders for it now more than ever. The young men had a lot of fun with his blue bow, that’s for sure, and he made sure to tell every juicy story at the end of the day with the same contagious smile. 

South America was given to Yukhei. Another with sharp features who was more than happy to oblige. The Cupid was adventurous, loved going to secluded areas and learning more, loved a good sunbath after a day of work when he had the time. His green bow never had a chance to rest, though, it’s like he had a competition with Taeyong on who could shoot more arrows in a week.

Australia was Doyoung’s. The smallest continent, but that’s how the men liked it. He knew the entire country like the back of his hand, he even had his favorite spots, the black-haired could even walk in the streets like a normal citizen at times, without his invisibility spell. Doyoung was quite the careful Cupid with his silver bow, he liked to take his time with his decisions, a privilege few cupids had. 

Sicheng was in charge of Africa, oh how he loved how diverse the continent was. His favourite part was going to the small islands, he truly was living his best life, yellow bow shining under the burning sun. He too, has some interesting stories to tell, though he was extremely busy too.

Antarctica was Jungwoo’s. Needless to say, he didn’t really like it at first. At best 4,000 people during the summer, but Jungwoo finally found something good about it. He knew everyone, or almost. Sure, he didn’t use his black bow as much as everyone else, but he didn’t mind. He could even visit Yukhei every now and then, just to annoy him right before he had to shoot an arrow. 

And finally, Asia. This one was Jaehyun’s. What a huge responsibility for the young men. But, he accepted the biggest continent without a complaint. The brunette travelled the continent from north to south, east to west. His golden bow rarely caught some rest, Jaehyun was rather quick to shoot. 

And, when the time came for Jaehyun and his six friends, that he called his six brothers, to become the new generation of Cupids, he was nothing other than filled with joy. Joy and excitement, maybe a little bit of anxiety at the responsibility but, they all had been waiting for this moment.

It was five years ago, five years since he finally was able to take his bow in hand, pink irises shining with excitation as he accepted the great responsibility, fingers running over the sharp arrows. After years, months, weeks and days of learning how to match people together, become the perfect, invisible matchmaker. 

Strangely enough, it seemed humans managed to grasp the grand concept of their work pretty well. On his first day with Jeonghan, Jaehyun learned about Roman mythology’s Cupid and Greek mythology’s Eros, and how humans thought it was one immortal men handling the entire job, shooting a single arrow, making that person fall in love with the first individual they saw.  The brunette found this depiction rather funny, some differences were notable. Obviously, it wasn’t a one men job. Yes, the seven boys were pretty fast, but they wouldn’t ever be able to work with even one of them missing. They didn’t have one arrow, they actually had four different arrows : same heart-shaped at the end, different colors, different purposes. 

The first one was quite innocent, an open door for mistakes, it was the first many Cupids used. A bronze arrow meant for crushes.  The second one was what humans knew about. Silver, it was meant for love, be it for a serious relationship or not.  The third, was one every Cupid used often too, but with caution. The soulmate arrow was a golden arrow, eye-catching and almost dangerous looking. Cupids used this one when they knew two people were soulmates. Sometimes, they never used it on someone, and other times, they used it multiple times on an individual. 

The last one, every Cupid hated using at first. Dark, black, the “heartbreak” arrow. Jaehyun thought the name wasn’t so appropriate after all, it’s less radical than it sounds. It’s an arrow used to make people lose feelings. Because with time, Cupids learn that humans need a bit of a broken heart, need to fall out of love to move on to better things. 

Ask about the ceremony, the seven Cupids remember it like it happened yesterday. An entire night, from dusk until dawn, starting with the old cupids reciting the thousand years old speech they, themselves, heard when they became the new generation.  Every Cupid was called with their assigned continent, tutor handing them a bow, one by one, each a different color. Finally, when all the new seven Cupids were aligned, seven white arrows were shot in Olympus’ sky, leaving a pretty trail behind them, before eventually falling on earth. Yet another tradition, the legend says that whoever gets touched by this arrow will be one of the next Cupid. 

The night was attended by almost all the Gods and Goddesses, filled with songs, wine and nectar, gifts to get the Cupids’ good favors. Jaehyun remembers looking down on earth by the end of the night with a sense of pride and excitement.  That night was also the last time Jaehyun saw Jeonghan, the last time their tutors were seen on Olympus. As wine and nectar stopped flowing, two generations of Cupids went to sleep and only one remained, the oldest vanishing without a sound, without a trace. 

It was quite a sad sight, fourteen became seven, but Asia’s cupid knew he’d eventually come across his old tutor one day, living like a normal human, oblivious and amnesic to the adventures he had and loved to tell up in Olympus.  Jaehyun would recognize him in a second, and he swore he’d look over him like Jeonghan did. 

Jaehyun taps his fingers on his golden bow, itching to shoot an arrow again. It’s been a bit too long since he shot the last one, and he’s getting bored. On his pedestal, the Cupid looks down on earth with half-closed eyes, longing for something exciting to happen already.  No matter where his eyes land, what country, what city he decided to look over, it seems that his instincts aren’t kicking in, his instincts aren’t letting him know that his arrows could be useful. 

Minutes feel like hours for the brunette, but it seems the Gods and Goddesses heard his silent complains and bend to his needs, eyebrows raising as his pupils finally catch an interesting situation.

“Ah, finally.”, breathes Asia’s Cupid. Leaning in, his eyes take in the scene. In a gym, he doesn’t take long to find whoever sparked his interest. You. 

Hair attached in a ponytail, sweaty forehead, you’re in the middle of an intense workout session. By your side, it seems you have a coach, helping you with some gestures, shouting some encouraging words Jaehyun doesn’t really care to listen to.  Jaehyun has seen a lot of people, thousands a day, maybe more, who knows. But the Cupid himself has to say, you’re pretty. 

Though, the brunette is a professional Cupid. Or at least, he likes to think he is. This said, he doesn’t stay stuck looking at your figure, pink irises focused on the men next to you, going back and forth, detailing the situation.  As a Cupid, Jaehyun quickly understands that you need a little bit of love in your life, something to spice things up. Ask him to explain, he’ll tell you he can’t. Again, it’s pure instinct, with a bit of analyzing. Cupids usually feel when an arrow could be used on someone, and then, instinct and some thinking help them decide on the arrow to use. Usually, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds, Cupids just know when something is only meant to be a simple crush, when love is involved, or when things are simply meant to be. 

A pout forms on his lips, this wasn’t the most interesting case he had, but it could do. 

Now that the Cupid thinks about it, he had a thing for making strangers fall into each other’s arms, but he loved, absolutely loved, helping people cross the blurry line between hatred and love. Jaehyun has a few favorite stories, like the one time he made a prince and a trader fall in love, or the cliché college enemies finally giving in. But hélas, these stories didn’t happen every day, Jaehyun told himself as he grabbed his bow, arrow ready, string tense. 

A bronze arrow, one that will only make a crush bloom in your heart, that’s the one Jaehyun chose for you, your coach wasn’t the one for you, he could feel it. 

The Cupid did it hundreds of times a day, he didn’t have to think much about it. The brunette had the habit of closing an eye, making sure he had a good view and, without thinking too much, Jaehyun shot his arrow. 

And just like that, Jaehyun’s job for the day was done. 

A hot cup of black tea in your hand, you groan as Sooyoung swipes right on yet another picture you didn’t even get the chance to look at. Nice. Your friend had been asking, almost begging you to finally get on Tinder. And, after much convincing, you agreed, not knowing what you got yourself into. The red-haired didn’t waste a second to grab your phone, swiping left and right while barely letting you judge by yourself the people she was virtually matching you with. 

Pictures were moving left and right, left, left, right, faces blending into each other, not a single bio catching your attention. Crazy how many people like the same few hobbies, how bland description can make you dizzy overtime. You were too tired to focus on the handful of people Sooyoung was making you look at anyways. After an entire day of work, and a full session of workout, all you could do was hum more or less loudly, hoping your close friend could translate your vibrations into yes and no’s. 

“Fuck, you’re out.”, she interjects. It manages to catch your attention a bit more, lifting your eyes from the brownish liquid. Out ? Out of what.  “What if you payed for more swipes ?”, your friend taunts. Judging your reaction, her head rolls back, trying to get a good look at you with her head on your lap, finger dangerously hovering over the payment wall on the screen. 

“Oh no, no way I’m paying for that !”, you mumble with a tired voice, almost knocking your drink out of your hand as you grab your phone. No way you’d pay for something like that anytime soon. 

“Y/N, c’mon !”

You know Sooyoung so well you don’t need to see her face to picture her rolling her eyes at you. For the past month or so, your friend had been trying to get you on dates, without much success, unfortunately. See, if Sooyoung was quite with her time, not having a problem with finding dates after dates via dating apps, you on the other hand, didn’t feel the same. Maybe you were too romantic for your generation, but you still found it really hard to get with the entire meeting via social media thing.

“You know I’ll delete that as soon as you leave, right ?”, you tell her again, quickly closing the application before locking your phone, an audible sigh from your friend as the background noise. 

“Uh, alright, at least I tried.”, the red-headed tells herself, finally moving from your legs that were starting to get numb under her body. But, it doesn’t take long for her to lash onto yet another possibility the second after. “And what about your coach ?” 

A frown takes over your features, your mouth a thin line you hide behind your cup. The tea’s still hot, the sugary liquid burns down your throat and you take the opportunity to think a bit more about her words. 

Your coach, you never really thought about him in that way. You also never thought about him out of the gym setting, actually. But, now that you did, you had to admit that he was a good looking person. And, you did notice his new haircut today, undercut making his figure look cleaner.  Then again, you saw him often, but when he saw you, you were always sweaty and out of breath. You also realized that you associated his name and face to the not-so-pleasant body aches you had every time you left the gym. Strangely, your right arm was always a bit more sore-. 

“Nah.”, you finally respond, catching a drop of tea threatening to fall down your chin. And, by the looks of it, Sooyoung really thought something could spark with how long you took to respond. The young girl can only scoff, mumbling something under her breath, scrolling on her phone and you can only guess she’s trying to find one guy she met once in college five years ago that she can maybe present to you. 

And you guessed right, after a few minutes, she turns her phone towards you, the brightness a bit too much for your half-closed eyes. An Instagram picture on her phone shows you another guy with red, long hair. Half of it is tied in a bun, the other half falls in front of his sharp eyes in a curtain of bangs. From his caption, it seems he’s Japanese, or at least can speak it. 

“Nice hair.”, you simply tell her, hoping she’d drop the subject, but obviously, Sooyoung doesn’t. The young girl looks at the picture once again, a fake frown on her face as she gestured to her own hair. “I’m actually, CEO of the company.” 

“You’re one hard case, Y/N.”, your close friend finally concludes, after facing your silence for a few seconds. You can’t believe her, she starts scrolling again, determined look on her face. You really find it heartwarming, how she’s trying to help you find love even when you act the way you do. You didn’t even tell her why you disregarded the red-haired men, she already knew you were a stubborn, hopeless romantic, views tinted and distorted by years of romance novels and cheesy movies. 

“Sooyoung, you’re not the Cupid you think you are.” 

Yet another day in the somewhat mundane yet exciting world of Cupids. Jaehyun wouldn’t have it any other way, though, or at least, he thinks so. On his little pedestal, the cupid takes a sip of his nectar.  On the soft cloud, his foot kicks at the fluffy texture, watching as it dissolves in the wind. It’s right in the middle of the day for Asia’s Cupid, he already shot a lot of arrows, a few soulmate arrows and had just been the invisible witness of a forbidden love blooming, something he could tell the other cupids about tonight. 

Jaehyun finds himself looking over your city again, it’s something he does a lot. The young men doesn’t have a favorite city, he can’t put Tokyo, Seoul, Shanghai and other cities against each other, but he does like Korea’s capital quite a bit. Cherry trees full of fruits, people are going out more often, summer is making everything better. And then, the young Cupid gets that feeling. One him and the six other Cupids know oh, so well. Tips of his fingers tingling, pupils blown, his eyes quickly find his new subject.  And it’s...You again ? 

“You, again...?” Jaehyun can’t help but voice his thoughts out, no one can hear him anyways. But it’s weird, to see you again. Didn’t he shoot you yesterday ? Yes, Cupids see a lot of people, but Jaehyun has a good memory and won’t forget a face so quickly.  A human having a crush on someone and falling in love with someone else weeks, even days after isn’t impossible, but Jaehyun never had it happen so quickly. Maybe you fell in love with your coach, the brunette thinks, but as he gets a closer look, he notices that your coach, isn’t really here.  Uh, interesting, Jaehyun thinks. Maybe today won’t be so mundane, maybe you’re the one who’ll spice things up for him.  It’s weird, you’re not thinking about your coach. That, Jaehyun can tell. There isn’t a single trace of love interest for him in your soul, Asia’s Cupid wonders if he missed his shot yesterday. It happens rarely, maybe three times since he started this, but it can happen. It gets the young men even more intrigued. 

A small smile creeps on his lips as he sees you stopping in front of a cherry tree, admiring the red dots all over, taking a quick picture before walking straight ahead. It doesn’t look like you’re working today, Jaehyun knows it’s Saturday on Earth. Much like Doyoung, the brunette has a sort of obsession with the blue planet, he knows more than most of his brothers.   Another thing he knows, it looks like you’re meeting up with someone. The Cupid sees you stopping at a coffee shop, he decides not to look inside of you walk in. 

And Jaehyun is right to do so, several minutes after, you’re walking out with a hot cup of tea and a cheesecake. Good taste, the Cupid thinks. He loves cheesecake as well, Doyoung bought some the other day. Even better, the two ate it all by themselves, lets just say his five other brothers aren’t that interested in Earth’s culture. Finally, you take advantage of the Summer weather, taking a seat outside. You don’t look as sweaty as yesterday, obviously. Hair down, the soft wind makes the tips of your locks tingle your skin, locks you brush away quickly. Jeans and a light top, your everyday makeup is done. 

As you take your phone out, the young men takes a step back, trying to see if he can find the one you’re waiting for in the streets. It’s a fun luck-based game he plays from time to time. But it seems luck isn’t on his side today, when his pink irises find your silhouette again, he notices a man sitting right in front of you.  Oh, him. Something serious could happen with him, Jaehyun can tell by the way the tip of his fingers tingle. Yet, you can do better than that, Asia’s cupid thinks to himself. And suddenly, he stops himself. He shouldn’t think this, a Cupid shouldn’t have such judgments. Brushing the thought away, he takes a step forward, trying to understand who this guy is to you. 

“How long has it been ?”, the men asks, apparently it manages to make you laugh a bit as you answer. “A decade or so.” With this, it’s easy to understand you two haven’t seen each other in a long, very long time. So you two already somewhat know each other, it might help things, maybe you didn’t know your coach enough to feel things. The arrows’ law can alter and be a bit strange, sometimes. 

“You’ve grown up a lot since junior high, Y/N”, the unknown men says, a pool of heat creeping on your cheeks.  Pretty name, the Cupid thinks. Old friends reuniting after years, that’s a cute situation, he thinks to himself. He can see something mildly serious coming out of it, he isn’t a soulmate but, he could be in your life for a year or two, maybe three. 

He shrugs, taking his beloved bow in his right hand, silver arrow in the other. A routine, string tense, one eye closed, from this distance, Jaehyun knows he won’t miss, there isn’t a chance in the world he’d miss a shot like that, he’s close, the target isn’t moving. 

And so, he shoots. When the arrow lands, right in the middle of your chest as you’re taking a bite of your cheesecake, the young men sees you slightly choking on it, chuckling to himself. Something quickly sparks in your eyes when your old friend helps you whip your chin, there you go.  Jaehyun thinks he’s done with you. That night, he tells his six brothers about the girl that choked on cheesecake.

“Myungdae ? Ew, no.”, you whisper out, eyes travelling from the sculpture to your friend, almost choked at the proposition. The look on your face is enough to tell her exactly what you think about your old friend, to Jaehyun’s misbelief.

He cannot believe it, he can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. His lips part in pure shock, or maybe it’s awe, he doesn’t know quite yet. On his pedestal, the arrow and bow the young men was supposed to shoot a few moments prior stay inert at his side, glowing under the white neon light.  Ew, no. The two, simple words, simple sounds, ring again and again in his head. And it’s not like you’re lying too, the Cupid can feel it, or he actually, he doesn’t feel it. He doesn’t feel any love interest towards Myungdae, the guy you saw a few days ago, the guy he thought would be your future boyfriend. 

“What ?”, Asia’s Cupid almost screams out, it’s not like anyone will hear anyways, right ?

“What…?”, Sooyoung unknowingly mimics the young men’s words, but her tone is slightly different. “He’s cute !” The red haired speaks a bit too loudly for the setting, Jaehyun sees you shooting a death glare at who he found out is your good friend. She’s being too loud in the museum, the very museum Jaehyun felt pulled to, his instincts telling him to shoot the golden arrow at your best friend, one of the museum’s tour guide he quickly found out was a soulmate.

“He…He is…!”, you tell your friend, hoping it’ll make her calm down a little bit more. As Sooyoung sighs, eyes wondering around as she searches for the right words, her pupils land on a group’s guide. He’s a tall men with dark brown hair, beige shirt from the museum hugging his built figure. Fuck, Jaehyun thinks. There’s too much going on, he can not forget about Sooyoung.

“I just…Can’t help but see him as the kid that puked on the school trip for Busan.”, you tell your friend, but it’s clear her attention is taken by the men describing the sculpture to the small group of tourists. Little do you know, Jaehyun is listening closely to your words. Though, the men has to act quick. He’s been a Cupid for long enough that it takes him seconds to get everything ready. String tense, one eyes close, golden arrow aiming just right, the brunette shoots the arrow at the tour guide with ease. He looks a bit older than you and your friend. Finally, as the heart tip touches him right on the left side, his eyes meets Sooyoung’s, he smiles at her.  

“…But…But it went well, right ?”, Sooyoung is a good friend, trying her best to keep her attention on you but, it’s clear the men’s smile took her back. Jaehyun also decides he likes her a lot, voicing every question he isn’t able to ask you in person.

“It did…” You can’t really explain it. Yes, it went well, he seemed a bit interested, but you weren’t. It’s not what you were looking for, it’s like everything was right but, something was missing. A feeling something much greater was waiting for you out there, somewhere. Only, if only it’d present itself to you. A sigh leaves your lips as you’re literally ranting about your dead love life as your best friend seems to fall in love with you, what a cruel coincidence.

A worried look takes over Asia’s Cupid’s face.

The brunette never saw this, not in front of his very eyes. He doesn’t even remember hearing stories about anyone…Refusing love ? Not being affected by his arrows ? Eyebrows furrowed, Jaehyun’s heart picks up for the first time. It’s a weird feeling, he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to experience, it pumps faster, alters his breathe.

“Maybe I used all my shots at love already.”, you tell Sooyoung, shoulders going up, and down as you try to act nonchalant. It’s not hard to tell you’re faking it, at least, it isn’t for the Cupid.

No, Jaehyun wants to scream it out at you, you still have so much to see, so much to feel, he thinks. It’s funny, how the brunette didn’t even experience it and yet, he knows about all the things you deserve to see. Shit, something is clearly wrong, the Cupid can tell, he feels it twisting his guts, a cold sweat on your forehead. The subject is dropped quickly after your close friends reassures you the best she can, too quickly. The Cupid sighs from above, he wishes he was there. 

That night, Jaehyun decides he’s going to Earth for another one of his mission.

Such a simple phrase. “I’m going down.”, yet, it has the power to take back the six other Cupids, again. A decision like this shouldn’t really require such an announcement, they think at first. Doyoung goes to Australia whenever he wants and doesn’t feel the need to nervously let it out after tapping on his glass with his knife. But quickly, they all understand this isn’t about a small walk on Earth to visit, Jaehyun’s on a mission he’s decided he won’t give up on. Jaehyun had two trips to Earth, small ones for missions that required his presence and a little bit more knowledge on the person he was supposed to shoot. But never did it felt this, Jaehyun couldn’t really put his finger on it, but something told him this mission would be a lot more different than the two others.

“Aren’t you taking this a bit too much at heart ?”, asks Doyoung, after Asia’s Cupid finishes his explanations. He’s worried for the youngest, Cupids usually don’t go on Earth for anything other than a walk, Jaehyun already broke this stereotype twice and came back without a scratch, but the black-haired was scared something would eventually happen to him there, where they may not have as much of an authority. His back faces Jaehyun, slicing some red apples for Sicheng, who’s making dinner, but Asia’s Cupid still pouts at him like he’ll be able to see. “No…”, he starts, but his sentence quickly gets stopped by Taeyong’s low chuckle, who’s following the situation with a curious eye. “Alright, maybe a little. But that’s my job !”

“He’s right, that’s our job. Something isn’t right with her.”, Yukhei finally speaks, looking up from the book he was reading, body ungracefully laying on the bench. The brunette had a long, long day, and didn’t talk much that evening, but Jaehyun sure appreciated the small contribution to his cause.

“Thank you.”, Jaehyun slightly nods at his brother for the support, before looking over at Jungwoo, helping or rather, clinging onto Doyoung. “Jungwoo could look over Asia while I’m gone, I won’t take long anyways…!”

At that, Jungwoo drops what he’s doing, such a dramatic being. Pretty unfortunate for Doyoung’s hand, who has to dodge a sharp kitchen knife. “Jungwoo, what the-.”

“For real ?”, asks Antarctica’s Cupid, pink eyes as big as saucers. Don’t get him wrong, the young men grew to love his continent, but he’d kill to be Asia’s Cupid, even for a day. And he said it multiple times before. Jaehyun’s other two missions were so short he didn’t really need replacement, but this time, Asia’s Cupid was clear in making everyone understand that this, you, were a special case.

“Yeah…But only if it doesn’t add too much work…”, Jaehyun knows it isn’t an easy task, the biggest continent is a lot of work and a lot of arrows to shoot. He barely needs more arguments, though, the blonde laches onto Asia’s Cupid’s arms, to the five other’s misbelief. It’s a mechanism, the way Jaehyun’s arms wrap around Jungwoo’s frame with a small laugh.

“You won’t have a lot of time, thought.”, Taeyong says, to which the brunette has to agree with a nod, awaiting for his brothers’ final decision. Obviously, he wouldn’t do anything without everyone’s approval.

Time behaves differently, in Olympus. Weeks and days are not really a thing, after all, Gods, Goddesses and other creatures don’t really need to worry about a thing that won’t affect them. But, if they’d have to count, a year on Earth would feel like six months for the Gods, maybe even less.

“I know, I know. I won’t be long anyways…How much time do I have ?”

It’s a group decision, Jaehyun’s aware of this. If his brothers end up disagreeing to his proposition, he’d have to accept it, if they give him a small amount of time in unanimity, he’d have to bent to their decision and make it work.

“How about, around a month on Earth, maximum ? You can take care of Asia for that time being, right, Jungwoo ?”, Sicheng finally speaks up and proposes, it’s unnecessary to say that Antarctica’s Cupid agreed with a vigorous nod of the head, locks bouncing on his smiling face.

“It’s settled, then.”, it’s half of a question Doyoung asks Asia’s Cupid, a month is more than enough, he thinks.

“Good luck on Earth, then. And don’t do anything stupid, we’ll watch over ya.”, Mark concludes, slightly hitting his brother’s shoulder.

And that’s how, Jaehyun, Asia’s Cupid, ended up on Earth for the third time.

Unlike Doyoung, Jaehyun never really went on Earth for a simple walk but thankfully, he was so curious about Earth that the rules and codes of the planet weren’t new to him, at all. It was indeed, different from Olympus, but he liked it as much, maybe even more. No Gods or Goddesses to please, no curses and weird family treasons to keep up with. He didn’t have the same authority here but, he wasn’t helpless either, he was equal to everyone.

He knew about phones and, he was very happy to get his hands on one. He sometimes thought about how it’d be pretty funny to have these up on Olympus so he could send pictures to his brothers, same for televisions but he didn’t know if any deities would actually want to participate in such a thing. Even after these two trips, the difference between watching from his little Cupid cloud and being on Earth still struck him. Being painted as a normal human, at the same level with everyone, being noticed and looked at by people he does not know and won’t ever see again, not being invisible. It was different, but it felt right.

When his body finally materialized in the small apartment he was granted for his stay, the first thing he did was look outside. The place was in the city center, a modest apartment that didn’t have anything to compare with his Palace in Olympus, but he quite liked it. Pretty trees, grey streets, the sound of cars and people talking was something he wasn’t used to, nor was he used to the city lights enlightening his apartment at night, the pitch-black darkness of Olympus long gone. Inside, it was small, intimate, kitchen and living room connected, a small bathroom but one large bedroom he immediately took a liking for with it’s floor to ceiling windows. He’d get used to it pretty quickly, Jaehyun was sure of that, but one thing he probably wouldn’t get used to, even after a month here, was not being able to see his brothers. Jaehyun remembers thinking he’d be able to live here until he thought about them. It took him back, at first. Jaehyun wasn’t used to being alone at home, he was used to the somewhat harmonious chaos his brothers would create with and around him. He knew he’d be able to communicate with them if, and only if it was necessary, he knew they’d watch over him, but it still felt weird.

Loneliness isn’t a feeling Jaehyun is used to, he finds the feeling usually comes with a lot of questioning too. That’s something Jaehyun doesn’t like to do, questioning. Yet, his current status comes with a lot of blank spaces and questions that are maybe meant to stay unanswered. Asia’s Cupid would like to be able to push them aside, like his brothers seem to be able to do. But maybe they do think about these questions a lot too, after all, Jaehyun never dared to ask. It’s on his first night on Earth, stomach empty and apartment half decorated that he finally lets these question fill his mind again. Sitting on his new bed, gazing at this city that never seems to sleep, he wonders if he was one of them, before. There’s a club nearby, Jaehyun wonders if he used to be the type to party, if he was a student, if he was a boy or a girl, what he identified as, if he was in love, if he was loved. He never told anyone but, sometimes, he feels nostalgia looking down on humans, missing something he doesn’t even remember experiencing. A sense of déjà-vu, like he used to do these things, going out with friends, watching movies, having first kisses, making love, living oblivious to everything above. Jaehyun will never admit it, much less talk about it to his brother, but, a few times, he had blurry visions. Images forming in his head at random times, they were never long, a slip second leaving Jaehyun wondering, desperately trying to recreate it. Asia’s Cupid remembers seeing a tall man, brown hair, cat-like eyes, an old camera pointed at him. Him, he saw him two times, he also remembers seeing a brunette, petite girl with a dimple. Who were they to him, before ? He’d never know, family, friends, lovers, it’s his guess. He hates it, but what can he do about it ?

It’s one of the few downsides of being a Cupid. Knowing you have a past, maybe multiple past lives, and not remembering any of it, it’s cruel, in a way. Not knowing how you died, when you died, knowing the ones you now view as brothers weren’t in your life. Knowing one day, another generation of Cupids will take the lead and goodbyes are going to be crushing. It’s a double sided blade, being that aware of your faith.

The young men doesn’t like thinking about it much, busying his mind whenever his brain wonders with whatever he can find. And, that’s exactly what he’s doing.

Ah, how Gods and Goddesses are dramatic, Jaehyun thinks when his eyes finally land on the file, neatly tracked on the black table. Golden letters on the white hardcover, his name written on it, calling him. Finally, delicate digits peal the cover, flipping the first page over. Your name, age, date of birth, everything’s written on it. And, most importantly, your workplace.

 “Hey, Y/N.”, a voice you know too well calls you out, but do you care enough to look up ? No. Definitely not. Maybe it’s a bit…Mean. But you pray to any God above that he’ll leave you alone. Eyes scanning the same sentence over, and over again, you try your best to look busy. Extremely busy with your email and empty photoshop project open.

“Hey ! You busy ?”, the same voice again, a bit closer, fuck. You have to look up at Daeyong, standing right behind your computer, forcing a smile on your face. The men gives you the same smile, though you don’t doubt he’s a bit more sincere than you are. A half gloved hand pushes his bleached hair back - he works on a graphic tablet -, you wonder if the dry locks won’t fall right off. He, Daeyong, is one of your many colleagues in the publicity agency. He works in the cubicle a few meters away from yours, though you sometimes wish he was in an entirely different building.

“Hey, Daeyong. No, no, what’s up ?”, at this point, you can’t really tell him you’re busy. Knowing him, he’ll probably look over your computer to see any progress on the project you’re supposed to be working on. You bite the inside of your cheek when he giggles at your face, you can’t be the only one to feel the awkwardness, fuck. See, a few months ago, he asked you out on a date to a niche restaurant. At first, you accepted, he had cornered you in front of a few other people and you couldn’t really say no, you didn’t want to put him in such an embarrassing situation. But, after much thinking - a minute into your shower-, you decided you didn’t want to go. A text was sent and lets just say your doubts were now facts, Daeyong was the cliché of the Reddit Nice Guy.

You remember him blowing up on you, and of course, you didn’t let it slide. Heated texts were exchanged and after weeks of silence and tension - not the good one - between the two of you, he decided to apologize. Yet, you couldn’t let the situation go, he still made you feel uncomfortable. He tried to act overly nice, you’d prefer if he just…Apologized and stopped talking to you.

“There’s a newbie, he’s taking the spot next to you. Boss wants you to help him feel welcomed and all, y’know the drill, yeah ?”, you hate how he speaks to you like you’re still friends, like nothing happened. You just nod, getting more and more uncomfortable the longer he stays there. Right behind your computer, like you own him something. Daeyong opens his mouth a few times, trying to starts a sentence, tongue wetting his chapped lips.

As you’re about to excuse yourself for an early coffee break, he finally finds his words.

“Hey, I think we cou-.”, he starts. And you know, you know were this is going. We could try again, we could be good together. But, before he can finish his sentence and before you can even let out a syllable, it seems the universe finally helps you out.

“Hey, Y/N, right ?”, a deep, unknown voice comes from your side. You’re so tense it almost makes you jump. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something ?”, he continues. Your savior, and polite at that. The universe gave you an opportunity, you’re going to take it, with both hands and not let go. Quickly, you use your chair to spin around, back to Daeyong, facing whoever saved you from this embarrassing and quite annoying situation, maybe you’ll-

“Oh.”

Oh. You freeze for a good second, maybe a bit more, looking up at who you hope is your new cubicle neighbor. Slender, feline eyes that curl at the inner corner looking at you through short, cute, eyelashes. Deep, dark brown irises and it feels like…You’ve seen them before ? They hold something familiar, something inviting, you wonder if you met him before, a long, long time before. It’s when the bridge of his nose scrunch up with a smile that you snap out. Fuck, have you been glaring at him for long ? Did he notice ?

“N-No, no !”, you starts quickly, pearly teeth biting down on your painted bottom lip when he laughs a little. It’s airy, short and yet, the small sounds makes your heart pick up, pumping up blood to your cheeks.

“I mean yes, I’m Y/N. And no, you didn’t interrupt anything !”, you reassure him, finally collecting yourself. Oh god.

“Eh…He’s the newbie I was talking about.”, clearing his throat, Daeyong adds, visibly throw off, great. “I’ll get going then, take care of him.”, he finishes, before finally, oh finally, leaving for his own cubicle. You can’t help but sigh of relief, before the said newbie stretches a hand out.

“I’m Jaehyun.”, he says, and you don’t hesitate to take his hand in yours, intending to shake it slightly. But, when his skin touches yours, it might seem insane, maybe you’re going crazy, but the shiver that runs down your spine takes you back for a second.

Jaehyun feels it too, the lukewarm tips of his digits lingering on your skin. Something is different, different from the few other humans he met, face to face. Jaehyun isn’t supposed to be feel anxious around humans, isn’t he…A superior being after all ? He isn’t from this world, not…really. He has another understanding of the world and yet, he feels equal to you, equal to humans for the first time in this very moment, when his brown eyes bore into yours.

“Y/N.”, you introduce yourself anyways.

People say time behaves differently in certain places. Unfamiliar McDonald’s on a roadtrip, lakes in a suburban neighborhoods, you could name a few and maybe, just maybe, you can add your small cubicle in this very moment.

Jaehyun sits down in front of the desk next to you, his face disappearing behind the thin wall for a quick second. He lets his black bag down, before both his palms hit the white desk. You laugh a little, he might be a little overwhelmed by the graphic tablet, the two computer screens still asleep in front of his eyes. He looks young, you note, probably around your age, maybe he’s straight out of university and just started working.

“So, Jaehyun.”, you start again, Jaehyun’s body leaning against his chair. His ears are a bit red, rosy skin contrasting, cute, you think. “Where did you study ?”

“I, uhm…”, fuck, Jaehyun knew his made-up backstory by heart and yet, his throat went dry the minute you said his name. “Paris, Gobelins.”, he finally says with a smile. Relax, Jaehyun, relax. Before leaving, him and his brothers made an entire backstory. Family name, parents, siblings, hobbies, anecdotes, studies, exes. They went through everything and yet, he almost fucked it up a second in. Thankfully, you don’t seem to notice, your attention drawn to his words. Paris ? Les Gobelins ? Your lips part for a second, eyes wide for the second time today. “Paris ?”, you whine out, unconsciously leaning forward. Jaehyun hums, finger pressing on the computer’s button, thank the Gods, he knows how everything works, “How was it ?” Thankfully for Jaehyun, he doesn’t even have to set foot in Paris to know exactly how it is. “Pretty, it’s a really pretty city.” Taeyong brags about it every day, he thinks to himself. “Especially during the summer, the architecture is amazing. Lots of tourists and traffic, though.”, he notes, acting like he’s thinking to himself. You sigh at that, almost day dreaming when your new cubicle neighbor tells you about the Louvre and other highly known places. “I’ve always wanted to go.”, you mumble, graphic pen slightly hitting your desk. Jaehyun decides the pout on your lip might be the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

If Jaehyun was a bit more aware of himself, he would’ve known, he would’ve known he was fucked from the very beginning. The slight alteration in his heartbeat when his hand met yours, a Cupid is not supposed to feel such things. It’s a cruel rule, Cupids are not supposed to feel love, they are not supposed to fall in love. After all, if Cupids are able to comprehend such emotions, wouldn’t it make their job harder ? Love would come across their duty, what if they had a crush on someone on Earth and forgot to shoot, or even worst, refuse to shoot an arrow ? Cupids understood rather quickly that love might be beautiful, it could also be extremely dangerous. Especially when they travel across their continent all day long, meeting beautiful souls after beautiful souls.

If he was aware, the Cupid would’ve known. He would’ve known when your giggle at his confused look towards the two computer screen and multiple programs took a smile out of him. He would’ve known when you asked for his phone number on his third day and his throat went dry. He would’ve known when you walked out of the building with him on the fifth day and his heart skipped a beat when you waved goodbye, slight tired smile stretching your lips. Asia’s Cupid would’ve known when you bought him something to drink around his second week, he would’ve known if he wasn’t so stubborn, so blind.

It’s just because he’s taking the mission at heart, he thinks to himself after a little bit more than a week working in your small company. Jaehyun brushes it off, he keeps himself busy and would rather not think about you more than he already is. The young men does not want to think about his past lives and the half second long flashes he seems to get more frequently on the blue planet and so, he tries his hardest to distract himself. On his trip to Earth, Jaehyun finds he loves painting, it’s something he could not do on Olympus very often, he was too busy during the day, too tired during the night. And so, the Cupid buys himself some paint, some brushes and some canvas. Jaehyun finds he also really likes this deep brown bubbly soda, at least he has something else to drink than the sugary nectar he always has up there. The Cupid also gets interested in Earth’s cinema. It’s fun to watch, he finally has the time to binge watch every Spiderman ever made. But, when the movie ends and the inspiration runs out, Jaehyun can not run away from you. He doesn’t know it yet, the Cupid does not want to face it either but, you’re already carved in his heart. And, even when he thinks he’s distracting himself from you, he takes a step back from the painting he’s working on and… The pretty pale colors strangely look like you.

See, there’s another small issue with Asia’s Cupid’s plan. After two weeks on Earth and much observation, Jaehyun notices you aren’t interested in anyone. A rather big issue when he barely has half a month left to understand exactly what the fuck is going on with you and successfully accomplish his mission. You two share even more during coffee breaks and there isn’t a single spark. His sensations aren’t as sharp on Earth but, he doesn’t see any lingering look from your side, no discreet look over someone, nothing. It’s clear none of your co-workers had a chance with you, at least. Another thing the boy notices after a bit more time, you don’t need him, you don’t need help on your shoulder. When you finally seem interested by someone, Jaehyun feels the slight numbness in his fingertips and, for a second, he’s happy. So happy, it feels like his mission starts now. You don’t need his help to go out of your way and make a move. Small issue ? He’s the love interest.

From : You, 8:37 pm. : “About the company’s gathering, we should go together so I can introduce you to everyone you need to know.”

There’s a slight sigh coming from Jaehyun’s lips as he looks at the screen of his phone, he quickly got used to the object. This is just a friendly proposition, he thinks to himself. After all, you were supposed to help him get more comfortable in his new job, right ? The gathering is in three days, the third day of the third week of Jaehyun’s timeline. Now that he thinks about it, maybe he’ll find your perfect match at said gathering with other similar companies. The Cupid still blinds himself. If anyone was looking over him from above, they’d scoff at his attitude.

To : You, 8:40 pm. : “Yeah, sure !”

From : You, 8:42 pm. : “Nice, will pick you up at 9 ?”

To : You, 8:45 pm. : “Good for me !” Jaehyun hits send, his fingertips tingle.

Third day of his third week, the blindfold finally falls down or rather, it rips. Jaehyun can only numb himself for so long, a man can only pretend to not hear when someone’s screaming at them. Jaehyun might remember this very moment all his life. It had rained, this morning, the dark concrete floor dark by the summer water. At least, it took some degrees out of the current heat. Poor Cupid enters a phase the moment he sees you checking your lipstick in a small round mirror, in the back of a black, luxurious car. His heart doesn’t skip a beat, it pumps faster. The tallest had some fever dreams, dreams where the air is thick, dense, where it feels like he’s the only one aware of the altered universe his brain created and, it feels the same. Jaehyun feels like he has every God and Goddess watching him from above. Judging, detailing and yet, he also feels so alone, standing there right in front of the glossy car door. Palms sweaty, ears a deep shade of pink, there’s no denying it.

“Don’t get attached, you won’t see her again.”, Doyoung’s words before he left ring in his mind again, it seems he never stood a chance anyways. He’s fucked, oh so fucked. Jaehyun doesn’t want to say the word love, he does not. But he’s a Cupid, he knows how all of this work. The man almost has an out of body experience the moment you look up, bright smile stretching your lips and you lean to the side, opening the car door for him. The dress you’re wearing is a deep blue, much like the suit Jaehyun is wearing, what a coincidence. It hugs your body, softly decors the skin of your hips before falling under gravity’s law. By the way you’re seating, one leg over the other on your side of the car, Jaehyun can clearly see the deep thigh cut in your silk dress, his eyes almost flash their natural pink color for a second.

He might project out of his body at any second. At that moment, Jaehyun knows, if he was simply Asia’s Cupid looking over two people, two colleagues going to a fancy gathering, he’d shot the soulmate arrow without a doubt in mind. He knew it before, he just didn’t want to face it. Tonight, he knows and acknowledges it. You, on the other hand, don’t take too long to notice his skin turning white when he finally steps in and takes a seat. The nervous rub of his palms against the fabric of his pants, his lack of words when he’s usually talkative. How could you know ? At this very moment, when Jaehyun understands you’re his soulmate, his other half in this world, you think he’s simply nervous.

“Hi. You seem nervous.”, you voice is soft, comprehensive. You were the new employee too, at some point, and you remember being extremely intimidated for your first gathering as well.  

“Hey. Uh, yeah. I’m a bit…nervous.”, he mumbles, eyes straight ahead. At this very moment, he does not know what to do, he finds the driver’s bold head very, very interesting. The moment he attaches the security belt, the car starts moving. The Cupid looks away, eyes on the multiple neon lights lightening the dark streets, softly reflecting on the wet ground, he does not know what to do.

You, on the other hand, might be a bit too worried about the brunette. The car might be a pricy one, the space in the backseat isn’t so big but you use it at your advantage. Lightly pushing your colleague, now you’d like to say friend, with your shoulder, you get his attention back. There’s a soft smile stretching his lips, Jaehyun quickly understood he couldn’t resist you, he couldn’t stay unphased in front of your pouts.

“Don’t be, everyone’s nice ! You’ll see.”, you start, a hand readjusting your dress. “It might be more of a fancy gathering but, it’s just for show.” Without thinking twice, your hand lands on his thigh, softly patting his clothed leg order to reassure him. Jaehyun understand the meaning of guilty pleasures at this very moment. He doesn’t chase your hand away, he lets your touch slowly fade away, he loves the tingle it lets behind, the way it has his eyes widening. But, somewhere not so deep in his mind, he’s screaming at himself. He barely has two weeks left here. He knows, he knows you may be one of his soulmates, if not the only. He knows he might not meat you in another life, he knows it isn’t fair the let you all alone after this. He doesn’t even need to wonder if you feel it too, he knows you do, he feels his fingertips tingle every now and then, a reassuring buzz whenever he’s right next to you. You feel it too, there’s no doubt. Especially when the car finally stops and Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate to step out of the vehicle, walking around to open your door. Your hand quickly finds his, you both act natural. He offers his arm, you easily let your hand rest in the crook of his elbow right after taking a better look at his outfit. You wonder if he got the suit especially made for him, it perfectly hugs his body. Not too tight, not too big. The deep blue shade compliments his light brown eyes and you wonder if he has some eyeshadow but can not really tell under the dim light.

The building privatized by your company is a cute one floor hall, small light hanging at the entrance and you notice they ditched the red carpet because of the rain. Some people are already there, most are from your company as the other as supposed to arrive a bit later. The decoration’s prettier than last year, you have to say and, you notice all the efforts made once you step in. Heels click on the ground, soft music plays as your colleagues speak together, you take Jaehyun by the arm to greet the boss he never met.

The gathering’s a blur for Jaehyun, his mind’s busy with much, much more important things. He knows he can contact his brothers whenever he feels the overwhelming need and ramble. But, it feels like he’ll have to go through this multiple hours long party with a polite smile on his face before even thinking about going home. The Cupid’s pushed and pulled from his thoughts, on and off. Jaehyun falls deep in his thoughts when he’s left alone but, gets abruptly brought back to the surface when you bring other colleagues he doesn’t know yet and people from other companies. It’s a shame, he knows he’d enjoy the gathering in another situation. It’s a bit like the parties up in Olympus, with a bit more choice when it comes to drinks and music and at least, here, he doesn’t have to worry about getting on a God or Goddess’s wrong side by pure accident. You seem to be enjoying yourself too, the brunette sees you joking a bit around with some people he already forgot the name of, enjoying the food and drink they’re serving you in plates. Jaehyun wouldn’t admit it, whenever he judges someone is being a bit too close to you, an unknown feeling sparks in his chest, one that wants everyone to know you’re his soulmate. Is it jealousy ? The brunette never knew he was capable of such a raw feeling. It’s a weird situation for the poor thing. He’s aware of your status and yet, he does not know what to do. He’s lost in this party full of people, this party where men and woman both don’t hesitate to look at him up and down, silently gushing at his features, it seems the Cupid forgot he wasn’t invisible here. At some point, the tune changes to something Jaehyun would recognize as classical music, though he isn’t an expert on human music yet. His company’s boss he met moments prior steps in the middle of the hall and a crowd forms around them and, that’s when the Cupid understands they’re about to dance. Yet another thing similar to Olympus’ parties, slower dances aren’t uncommon and he quickly understands the pattern of steps.

He has to say, the brunette’s quite enjoying the view, especially when more and more people decide to step in the circle. Though, the Cupid definitely does not expect it when you step right in front of him, small smile tugging at your lips. He notices your lipstick’s fading a little bit, surely because of the drinks you had but, he quickly looks away.

“Do you dance ?”, you ask, arching an eyebrow with a hand stretched out. It almost makes the brunette laugh, you definitely do not need his help to make a move. He also almost says he doesn’t but, his hand touches yours before he can even comprehend what he is doing. Biting down on your lower lip, you quickly pull the brunette towards one side of the circle, slowly dissolving as everyone finds a partner to dance with as well.

“I learned when I was a teen.”, the Cupid simply hums when you look up at him with semi-impressed eyes the second he perfectly follows the steps of the slow dance. Is there anything he can not do, you wonder for a moment. Maybe he has some issues picking up on hints. One hand in his, the other curling behind his back and resting on his shoulder, it feels right when his hand rests in the middle of your back, subtly arching your back. It is at this very moment that Jaehyun understands the light tingle in his fingertips’ addictive, he likes keeping you close a bit too much and, for a split second, wonders how your curves would feel under his hands.

“What can’t you do ?”, you ask, teasing him a bit. There’s the same butterflies blooming in your stomach the moment he giggles softly, eyes rolling up as he dramatically acts like he’s thinking really hard. “I can’t juggle.”, the brunette says after thinking for some long seconds, though he keeps swinging you softly at the same time.

“You can’t ?”, you fake shock, lips parted. “You shouldn’t tell that to anyone, ever. That’s a shame.”, you tell him and, he pouts. Fuck, how can he look so good and cute at the same time ? For a second, you think about kissing the pout away, eyes travelling down to his pink lips.

Isn’t it crazy ? How weeks before, you felt like you had used all your shots at love and now, this men comes into your life and crashes everything. Jaehyun does not know it, but you’re overthinking as much as he is. Finally, the song end and yet, the Cupid’s hand stays lingering on your back, a gesture that makes you softly smile.

“You’re having a lot of success, here.”, you tell him once he stops in front of the buffet again, it seems he has a good view on the entire hall here. There’s a flew glasses left and, you take one.

“Hm ? Success ?”, he asks, himself taking a drink. You laugh a bit at that, you wonder if Jaehyun’s really that clueless about his looks. Unbeknownst to him, the same feeling sparks in your chest when you notice a small group of ladies from another company looking over at where your friend was standing. Though, unlike the brunette, you know what this is, jealousy.

“Hm hm, saw a bunch of people looking at you.”, you tell him, shamelessly stepping next to him and leaning against the table, if some didn’t know you and him walked in this party together, you made sure they knew now. There’s a small laugh coming from Jaehyun, though you find it isn’t as bright as it usually is. Something seems off, but you don’t dare ask him right now, in the middle of the hall.

“Same for you.”, he says before bringing the glass to his mouth, a hum coming out of his lips when the liquid coats his taste buds. There’s a small sense of pride blooming in your chest, does this mean he looked at you ? Noticed other people were too ? Did he get jealous too, you wonder. “What is this ?”, he asks, eyeing the golden liquid, brushing the conversation.

“Champagne ?”, you inform him with a little giggle, an eyebrow arched. You were sure he already tasted champagne for someone who knew so much about wine. Lets just say you two sometimes slack a bit during working hours and talk about other…unrelated things. “You never had it ?”, you ask, a bit curious. You have to say, Jaehyun himself is a curious personage, a mysterious character. It might be one of the many things that struck you when you met him, along side his personality, his deep voice and dimples. He knows a lot, it seems like he saw and experienced a lot too. Sometimes, he sounds like a Disney character, like he has a lot to show you but, you might be able to show him a lot as well, like he might just be the one you’ve been waiting for.

“Nope, but I like it.”, he concludes, quickly finishing the liquid, he decides Olympus’ lacking when it comes to drinks too. He’s about to add something, continue the conversation so he doesn’t have to overthink again but, as he’s about to ask for the song playing in the hall, his mouth stays agape. It can’t be, it can not. Somewhere far, almost in the very middle of the hall, a men stands in his light grey suit. He did not see him before, he doesn’t know where he came from. Jaehyun wonders if his mind’s tricking him, if he’s hallucinating, he knows some stuff on Earth can have this affect but definitely not Champagne. Short brown hair parted in the middle, slender and tall body, the last time the Cupid saw him, he had locks falling to his shoulder. Jaehyun wished the world could stop right at this moment, just so he could walk up to the men and detail his features, Jeonghan’s. His old tutor’s. His heart tightens, another weird feeling the brunette isn’t used to. He pushes the thought aside but, the more he stays here, the more Jaehyun feels human. Could it be him ? It’s been five years, he thinks to himself, can a Cupid reincarnate with the same body ? Do Cupids magically spawn on Earth at the same age they left Olympus ? Ah, for someone who wanted to strop overthinking, Jaehyun thinks he might overwork his brain at this very moment. But as he said when Jeonghan left, he’d recognize him in seconds, even on the blue planet. The way he speaks with a hand illustrating each of his word, a foot always in front like he wants to punctuate his slim, long body. The way he carries himself, head high, smile knowing, the way his eyes spark with malice.

“Jaehyun ?”, you ask, worried. You wonder at this very moment if he can support alcohol or, if he has a problem with big crowds. Whatever the case, your hand wraps around his wrist and you consider calling a cab for the both of you.

“Yeah- Yes, sorry. I though I saw someone I knew.”, he breathes out, though his eyes never leave Jeonghan, or Jeonghan’s doppelganger. “Yeah, you look like you saw a ghost.”, you mumble out, though you’re relieved when the brunette accepts the glass of water you offer him and laughs a bit, the sound resonating in the plastic cup. Ghost don’t look like that, the Cupid thinks to himself.

“Do you know Mr. Yoon ?”, you ask and, if he says yes, you wouldn’t even be surprised. As said, Jaehyun is a mysterious man you’d like to know more. “Let’s see him !” Poor thing, you barely give him a second to answer and almost drag him towards Mr. Yoon with a wide smile.

“Mr. Yoon ! Hi, I didn’t even see you come in.”, you greet the older men with a warm smile, Jaehyun isn’t aware yet but, you and him have a tight history together and, you respect the men greatly. “This is Jung Jaehyun, the new employee I’ve been looking over.”, you inform him, proud. The brunette’s heart might stop at this very moment, he made an effort to close his mouth but he doesn’t know if his eyes are still as wide, especially when the so called Mr. Yoon stretches a hand out with a smile. He knows it so well and yet.

“Oh, I see the student became teacher.”, same voice. Mr. Yoon smiles at you and it’s at this very moment that Jaehyun understand. When Jeonghan was his tutor on Olympus, he – or his look alike -, became your art tutor on Earth ? Jaehyun thinks he might go crazy, he has so many questions colliding against each other in his mind. Nonetheless, he politely shakes the men’s hand.

“Yeah, but I’m sure I’m not as good as a tutor as you were.”, you laugh a bit. Mr. Yoon slides a hand in his pocket, head tilting to the side as he details Jaehyun’s face, who’s trying his best to look unphased and professional. The same sharp eyes that looked over him for so long, Jaehyun would go as far as saying he’s the only paternal figure he’s ever had.

“Do I know you from somewhere ?”

This city never sleeps, it’s a known fact. It’s around one, maybe one and a half in the morning when you and Jaehyun decide to leave the gathering after saying good bye to as much people as possible. You could’ve taken a car but, the brunette proposes to walk you home and there’s no way you’ll refuse. The summer night’s warm, fresh breeze moving some leaves every now and then. Clubs are at their picks, neon flashing in every streets, different music mixing together. The streets are packed with citizens and travelers, some a bottle in hand, you even see a few groups dancing to mainstream music. The walk is a quick one, moving through crowded main streets. The Cupid sometimes look like a curious puppy, he always saw these things from above. Finally, streets grow less full when you enter the more residential side, near your home. There, the wind gets fierce and, the brunette doesn’t hesitate a second and takes his jacket off, draping the thick fabric of his suit over your naked shoulders.

“Did you have fun ?”, you ask a bit before spotting the street to your building, head lolling forwards at you check the state of your shoes. Jaehyun hums at your side, hands in his pocket. “I did ! I didn’t expect to meet so many people, though.”, he tells you and you laugh a bit at that, you remember being even more intimated for your first gathering.

“There’s more people each year. The first time, I dropped a glass full of punch on my dress.”, you tell the brunette with a sigh. You know everyone remembers it but thankfully, no one brought it up expect for one person. “Mr. Yoon made fun of me for like, three months.”

Mr. Yoon, here’s another thing bothering Jaehyun tonight. The same appearance, same voice, same attitude. The Cupid wonders if your old tutor’s indeed his old teacher as well. He can not help ask himself, especially when he noticed the men’s knowing when he left with you. The Cupid wonders if he should bring it up to his brothers tonight but, his thoughts are quickly cut when you point a building with a digit, probably where you live.

Oblivious to his thoughts, you step up the few stairs to the class door of your building, fishing in your small bag for your keys. What a convenient little thing, cute and able to hold your phone and keys, you find them in seconds. “Mr. Yoon seems really nice.”, is the only thing Jaehyun seems to find but thankfully, you don’t pick up on his tone. Using one of the keys, you open the thick glass door and lean against the frame, you’re not really ready to say good bye. There’s an adoring smile stretching your lips, it’s clear you hold Mr. Yoon close to your heart. “He is, I’m sure the two of you would get along.”, you breathe out and, it seems your brain isn’t completely on the subject. As Jaehyun climbs the step of your building, your eyes wonder on his figure for the nth time tonight. The sent of his cologne cocoons around you, it’s floral and strong at the same time, the heat and comfort of his suit’s jacket doesn’t help your heart beat. His white button up perfectly hugs his body, it’s tight around his arms, belt around his small waist. There’s a smile that tugs his lips and that’s when you understand he just said something you completely missed. Nice.

“I’m sorry, what did you say ? I’m a bit tired.”, you fake a yawn and Jaehyun steps closer, shoulder leaning against the second closed door. Obviously, he is tired too. His eyes are half closed, arms closed and he unconsciously leans forward. “I said, you look really good in that dress.”, he whispers out, like he’s scared he’ll wake your neighbors up. A pool of heat creeps to your cheeks but, you don’t break the eye contact the men installed. You wonder if you’re going too fast at this very moment, if you shouldn’t wait a bit more but, something pulls you in. It feels like the brunette might slip away at any moment now and so, you take a step closer.

You think about answering him first but, words seem to disappear from your memory when he doesn’t budge nor take a step back. It’s a sign, isn’t it ? You wish the brunette was not so complicated. It’s something you do by pure pulsion, instinct, without thinking twice. Your heels help you reach his face, a hand anchors itself with his collar and you bring him closer. Jaehyun is not clueless, he knows what’s happening and yet, he does not step away. Rather, he comes closer, closer, closer until finally. Finally, your lip softly meet his. It’s like kissing petals, soft and fragile. The brunette kissed a few deities before, more or less important and yet, he’s now kissing you like you’re the highest of them all. His hand cups your cheek lovingly, a shiver runs down your spine and his. So this, this is what it feels like, to kiss your soulmate ? There’s something familiar about it to Jaehyun, he wonders for a second time if he found you in another life. On the other hand, you melt easily into the kiss, pecking his pink lips with a breathy, dumbfounded laugh. You know it, if something was missing with your coach, with Myungdae, you’re sure Jaehyun has it, if not more to offer. You’re slightly out of breath when he pulls out, and he smiles down at you. Right then and right there, in front of your apartment building, you’re convinced he feels the same way. No words are spoken expect for a soft “Good night.”, when your door bips annoyingly but you don’t even pay attention. That night, you walk up the stairs to your apartment with a giddy smile, one you won’t get rid off until you fall asleep. Jaehyun, him, has the same smile. The same butterflies in his stomach. It’s crazy how someone can take over your thoughts, he doesn’t even think about the consequences of his actions, he doesn’t even think about the future. Next, what’s next ? The brunette doesn’t even worry about that, until he steps into his own home and he spots it. The little gold note on his table, name written on it in black ink. He already knows what it is. A request to come back to Olympus.

Asia’s Cupid has a lump in his throat the moment he accepts the request and, the soft golden cloud wraps around him like a duvet. Eyes closed, it takes a second for his body to materialize on Olympus again.

It grows the moment he steps foot on the higher ground again, after more than three weeks. Nothing has changed on the cloud above, except for Taeyong’s expression when he finally sees his brother again.

The brunette knows Olympus like the back of his hand but this might be one of his favorite areas. Five years ago, it’s in this very place him and his six brothers shot the white arrows after their ceremony. At the very border of Olympus, tall pillars and half destroyed statues, benches and rocks from previous fights between creatures that happened long ago, it’s always calm here nowadays. If Jaehyun steps a bit closer towards the sharp edge, and looks down, he’d see right above the clouds and the blue planet he now adores more than anything.

Taeyong waits for him under one of the biggest weeping willows, arms stretching to embrace his brother when he’s just close enough.

Taeyong might be a more serious Cupid, his features always soften whenever he sees one of the six other Cupids after a long time. This time, he looks worried still. Red, bushy eyebrows frown in front of his piercing eyes, it almost has the power to take the brunette back. It’s weird, to see him all alone, waiting for Jaehyun in a secluded area. Jaehyun wonders for a moment if something happened while he wasn’t there, if one of them got into a fight with a major God, if Jungwoo didn’t manage to take Jaehyun’s place. His thoughts are gone in a second, this is about him. He wonders if he knows, if they know. The Cupid wonders if Taeyong happened to be looking over him, he promised he would, after all. Jaehyun knows, he knows kissing a human during a mission is not something he’s supposed to do, he knows the unspoken rules of Cupids.

Jaehyun hugs his brother silently, like the both know things won’t be the same after this very conversation. “That’s a change in style.”, Taeyong lets out with a breathy laugh, an attempt to make things less serious before he gestures towards a bench under the tree. Jaehyun laughs a bit at that, he sure looks like a human lots in Olympus. The brunette sits on the cold marble, fingertips running on the smooth surface. “I know why you called me.”, Asia's Cupid look down for a moment, shoes kicking the almost white sand.

He thinks Taeyong might grown, scowl him, scream even. He'd understand it, he would but, the red haired's next move is one the brunette did not even think about. Ring hugged digits carefully lay on his own. It's a reassuring gesture, one Jaehyun looks at with eyes slightly watering. Poor thing, there are emotions he suppressed, they rush and crash over him at once and his head lols backwards.

“We told you not to get too attached.”, Taeyong softly says, crossing his arms over his chest. There's a tone the brunette can't really pick up on, at least it isn't disappointment. He tried to, Asia's Cupid thinks to himself. He tried not to get attached but he couldn't resist. Even if he tried to act like the most arrogant, detached person, he couldn't build a wall strong enough for you.

“I tried to, I—. I really did.”, he starts. Words block in his throat, he looks to the side, desperately trying to get his brother's eyes. When the red haired easily finds his pupils, it's like words flow out of his mouth. “She's my soul mate.”

Finally, finally he says it out loud. It's at this very moment, in front of Europe's Cupid that he lets it out in the world. There's so many questions, questions he passes onto the red haired. Jaehyun does not even know, he didn't know it was possible for him to have a soulmate and meet them. Taeyong doesn't even freeze, he simply hums, thinking to himself as his eyes wonder towards the horizon.

“I've heard stories like that.”, he starts, and Taeyong laughs to himself for a second. “I knew something like that would happen to you, eventually.”

“Stories ?”, Jaehyun asks.

“Hm. Stories where Cupids fell in love with a human. I heard a story through the grapevines once, about a Cupid finding his soulmate on Earth.”, there's a spark of hope in Jaehyun's chest. So he isn't the only one, it happened before. The brunette scoots closer to his friend, though Taeyong's eyes stay on the horizon for a moment.

“Sometimes, love doesn't need an arrow.”, he continues. Jaehyun's heart pumps faster at that, he thinks he might cry at this very moment, he doesn't even know why. “Some loves are faster, stronger.” If a love greater than his arrows, the Cupid can barely wrap his mind around it and yet, it doesn't seem to bother the red haired. His tone changes slightly, he gets more serious, this time he makes sure to look his brother in the eye.

“The stories I've been told never end well.”, Jaehyun knows it, Taeyong's only worried for him and his well being but he can't help and wonder. Isn't a love greater than Cupids' arrows worth living ?

“What happened to them ?”, asks Jaehyun but his brother only shrugs, that he doesn't know. “I don't know what to do.”, his voice's strangled as he confesses. He really doesn't. He quickly fell in love with the blue planet and everything it holds, the feeling how having people you don't know, strangers looking at you is a weird one he's starting to like. There's so, so many things he has to learn down, the thought only gets Jaehyun excited, a feeling he hasn't felt for a while. And then, then there's you. Jaehyun thinks he couldn't ever forgive himself if he ever lets you go. The Cupid won't ever forgive himself if he leaves you all alone. On one side, he has the chance of knowing and being aware of your bound, what if in his next life, you don't meet ?

And then, there's Olympus. All these thoughts and Jaehyun doesn't even know if he is allowed to leave his duties so abruptly, maybe they won't even let him go. And then, Jaehyun has his brothers. Six boys he, a few weeks ago, never thought he'd leave and there he is, wondering if he could live without them.

“It's your call. I can not tell you what to do.”, Taeyong's tone is a comprehensive one. Thought he isn't in his brother's situation, he sure can try and put himself in his shoes.

Staying with his brothers or starting over on Earth. No matter the possibility and outcome, it tugs at the brunette's Earth.

“This isn't a decision to take in minutes, or hours, even.”, the red haired says softly. And he's right. Like he's able to read his brother's mind, Jaehyun's twisting his brain in every way he can to find a solution, something that won't end up in heartbreak. A hand sneaks on his brown locks, a gesture Taeyong has whenever one of his brother's feeling sick.

“Take a few days, hm ?”, and Jaehyun nods. A few days to think, a few days for himself.

Saturday, there’s a lump in your throat too. A ball that expends inside of you, it tightens around your neck and it creeps deeper, deeper into your heart. Poisonous roots pierce into your muscle and twist at your guts until you need to curl on yourself to feel better, you think you might puke and stop breathing at the same time. Poor thing, you wonder how can Jaehyun have so much power over you, how his lack of response physically affects you. The gathering happened days ago, the kiss happened three day prior and yet, you don’t have any news from Jaehyun. None, not a phone call, not even a text, nothing. He disappeared into the night the moment he left you in front of your building. You at first texted him after you took a shower, changed into your pyjamas and removed all your makeup, resting in the comfort of your bed. A simple one, thanking him for the night and telling him you hoped he had fun, only hinting the slightest bit at the kiss, a giddy smile at his name on your screen. He did not answer. He didn’t even open the message. You brushed it off and went to sleep but, the afternoon after, something felt off. The rose glass was still in front of your eyes. It didn’t take long to shatter and fall down. If you knew, if you were aware of Jaehyun being your soulmate, you’d understand your connection runs deeper, you’d understand why your body seems to suffer as much as your mind. His anxiety and doubts manage to linger on your mind like a bitter aftertaste in the morning. It’s weird. You’ve been ghosted and ghosted people yourself at times, when you did not feel like having a deeper conversation or having another date. But this, this felt different, like there was another reason behind it, something you did not know yet. And again, he couldn’t really ghost you when he was your neighbor in your workplace.

Or could he ? You did not text him the day after the gathering but, on Friday, when he didn’t show up to work, you couldn’t help but think you screwed up. Thoughts kept you away from working, you wondered if he was okay, if you went too far. It was weird, it really felt like he wanted it too ? He didn’t take a step back, he even moved closer. He didn’t push back, he kissed back. And, when he left, he smiled like everything was more than fine, like you could expect more from him. Maybe he had a few more drinks than you thought and regretted it after but, you have to say, you thought Jaehyun was the type of guy to make things clear rather than disappearing all at once. Some, - maybe disappointment – creeped up in your chest at some point, a mix of emotions you now couldn’t comprehend.

Something does not feel right when they tell you he called in sick. You debate sending him another text and, after your second coffee break, you convince yourself you’re just acting like a friend. You ask him if he’s okay, you wonder again if you did something wrong but don’t mention it, a bubble of anxiety growing in your stomach. And again, he does not answer, you wonder if he even receives it.

Confusion and a sort of sadness suddenly changes into anger the moment Sooyoung visits you. Needless to say, you kept her updated on everything and on the third day of pure silence, she couldn’t keep it together. God bless her, she cancelled her plans with her crush – and soon to be boyfriend – to be with you. The red-haired’s like your very own emotion compass, validating your feelings you bottled up for days on end.

“I don’t- I just don’t get it.”, you let out for the nth time this evening, bringing your cold bottle of coke in the air. For the first time in a while, your friend stays dumbfounded, body ungracefully sat on your coach. Your friend had bought some things to eat and drink, though you could only find the force to indulge liquid.

“And it’s not like he wasn’t interested either !”, ah, Sooyoung’s the little voice in your mind. You vigorously nod at that, it’s clear your friend turns her brain again and again to find a reason, much like you are. You’ve been at it for hours now, ranting on and off, forcing your throat dry, babbling and tripping over yours words. It feels good, though, to have someone to rant to.

“Right ! He- It’s clear he wanted it too !”, you whine out and harshly let your body fall right next to your friend. Anger bubbles in your chest and your body’s first reaction to that is simple : water collects at the corner of your eyes. It’s unfair, it really is. Finishing the soda, you blur out something you didn’t think you’d tell her.

“I thought he could be the one.”, you abruptly say, so quickly Sooyoung has to process the words at a lesser speed. Head low, you play with the cold bottle between your hands.

Soonyoung loves you dearly, she really does. Many times, she thought of you as a soulmate in a friend and, it obviously hurts for the red haired to see you in such a state. Her hand rests right behind your head, fingers lacing in your locks. It’s a reassuring gesture while she finds her words, guiding your head towards her shoulder.

“Maybe he needs time to think. I know ignoring isn’t the right thing to do but, maybe he has a lot of things going on ?”

Sooyoung couldn’t be more right. If Jaehyun heard what she told you, she would’ve become his second favorite red-haired person. Poor Cupid has so much going on, too much to deal with. For days, his mind tried and tried again to find a solution, something where everyone would be happy. Poor thing doesn’t want to hurt everyone but, Jaehyun soon finds out things aren’t that easy, they never are. The brunette even thinks about spending a week on Olympus and a week on Earth but, he knows it would only be unfair for everyone. He cannot act like his brothers aren’t already overworked, like it wouldn’t be unfair to you to see him on and off without ever knowing why. A permanent headache clouds his mind and eventually, on Sunday, all he can think about is you. You’re all he can think about, all his thoughts go back to, all it revolves around. What are you doing, how are you feeling ? Are you mad at him ? The Cupid feels bad for leaving you like this but, he’d rather be sure of himself before speaking to you again. Jaehyun spends sleepless nights gazing out his window, he wonders again what his past like was like, if you were in his. And again, the thought of not having you in the next snaps the string of his heart. One night, as he gazes over the calm street next to his building, he even catches a couple having what the brunette thinks is their first kiss. Soft summer breeze as they step out of the cinema, they both stand awkwardly in front of each other as a car stops in front of them. Sweet, innocent love. The Cupid envies them.

Eventually, finally, it’s in the early Monday morning that the brunette finally understands. It’s around five in the morning, sun slowly rising over the city that doesn’t sleep, orange hue coloring the pale blue sky. Jaehyun took the bad habit of sleeping too late, lost eyes wondering outside as his brain never stopped.

The brunette finally understands. Him and humans aren’t so different, much like them, he needs a little heartbreak to move on. Which one would he rather experience, between the heart ache of never seeing you or never seeing his brothers, the brunette thinks he might know the one he’ll chose if he has to.

One thing he knows for sure, as he understands he only has a week left on the blue planet, he wants to be with you, next to you, more than anything else. You might refuse to see him, scream at him, - hell -, even slap him, Jaehyun doesn’t really care. He really doesn’t, he doesn’t either when his hand curls into a fist right before knocking on your door. He has to thank one of your neighbor for letting the door open, without checking twice and, his good memory when he checks for your last name.

Even if he slept all day, the slight dark circles under his eyes are there? Brown locks wavy from the lack of care, he wishes he did something more to his appearance the moment you open your door and, he swears to all the Gods and Goddesses above. It’s clear you just came back from work, hair matching his, sleeves of your white button up rolled up.

The moment he sees you, his thinks his heart might drop. Your initial shock, lips parted and raised eyebrow swiftly twist into an angry stare. Eyebrows furrowed, fading lips a straight line, you take a second to speak up. “What are you doing here ?”, you ask harshly. You almost fear it’ll come out like a whisper but, you stand your grounds. The surprise, confusion and anger you expressed bubbles up in your chest, you can’t believe he’d show up like this, out of the blue. But again, isn’t it better than just texting you like nothing happened ? You turn your back anyways, walking towards your leaving room in a hurry. Nonetheless, you don’t close your door in the brunette’s face, letting the opportunity open for the Cupid to take. And take it, he does. His usually calm behavior suddenly disappears, he quickly steps into your apartment, doesn’t even have a second to look at your home before chasing you blindly.

“I can explain.”, is the first thing he lets out in a blur. A white lie, Jaehyun can not explain everything yet, he fears you’ll run away, he knows it will be too much anyways. But, don’t get him wrong, he wishes he could. To that, you abruptly turn around, and there it is again, the lump in your throat. Can he explain ? You wonder, there so many unsaid things. Does he know why you’re mad, is he aware of what you’re feeling ? You almost want to blow up on him at this very moment but, decide against him when you notice the dark circles under his pretty brown eyes.

“Why didn’t you answer ? D-Did I do something wrong ?”, the crack in your voice you desperately tried to hide comes out when you least expect it, Jaehyun takes a step closer though, it’s clear he’s conflicted. He wants to touch you, hold you, so, so bad but he fears you’ll push him away.

“No ? No ! You didn’t.”, the Cupid gives in, his right hand lands on your shoulder the moment he’s close enough and he hates the way you look to the side. So many questions, you think now is the time to ask them, you’ve been sleeping on and with them for days now. God knows you do not want to sound harsh but the bitterness is clear in your voice. “It feels like you’re running away.”, you finally let out. The lump in your throat seems to disappear the moment you find the confidence to speak out. “Like you’re running away from…Me, what happened after the gathering.”

Poor Cupid sure is taken aback, he thought about all the things he wanted to say and yet, at this very moment, he can only open his mouth and close it again like a fish. “I am not, I swear I’m not. It’s just-.”

Maybe you should let him say his words but, you can’t stop the flow of words when the ball in your neck disappear, you don’t want to let the confidence slip away. Taking a step back, you desperately try not to get affected by Jaehyun. The way he looks at you, sorry puppy eyes, the way his bottom lip looks red and bruised from how long he bite on it. You refuse to let his sent and the cologne he seems to be imprinted in cloud your mind, you don’t want to let your body falls into the heat of his own, the one you’ve been craving for days.

“You feel it too. I know you do. I don’t know what it is, but. There’s something, between us.”, you start and, you’re almost shocked at the audacity you have. Jaehyun takes a sharp breathe at that, though he lets you finish your thoughts. “Don’t lie to me. Tell me you feel it too.”, there’s a small plea in your voice, Jaehyun can sense it, you’re hurt and he hates it.

He hates the fact you doubted his feelings. A hand runs in his messy brown locks, Jaehyun thoughts about everything he could say but, what he says next isn’t something he planned on. “I do. I was scared.”, and he was. He tells the truth and doesn’t make up lies, twist the reality to cover himself. At the end of it all, Jaehyun is scared, he’s terrified. He does not know what’s next, what awaits him eventually, in what position he’s putting you in.

You, on the other hand, slightly gets taken back by his quick honesty. Jaehyun takes a step forward and, you don’t flinch. The brunette ditches every long explanation he had, slightly shaky hands cupping your cheeks. If he held you like you were made of glass last week, he holds you like a bubble threatening to disappear at any moment, like an image out of his imagination. The Cupid holds you so he can melt his eyes into yours, trapping you in the chocolate, comforting hue.

It’s crazy, how his touch managed to calm your nerve down. Your shoulders flop down and you, for a moment, let your eyelids close halfway to appreciate the warmth. There’s a breath coming out of your lips, half exhausted, half calmed by his presence. But, your eyes fully close when he comes closer again, carefully. Jaehyun makes sure he isn’t crossing any border, he makes sure you don’t shy away from his touch.

“You overwhelm me.”, The Cupid traces on your lips.

Oh, to be loved by a Cupid, to be loved by Jaehyun. You quickly understand how intense it is.

This time, Jaehyun kisses you first. He fears he’ll lose the chance, he fears he won’t have a second chance. Plump lips softly press against your own and, when you process his actions, you finally give in. There’s a weight lifted up from your heart, he feels it too, that’s all you wanted to hear at this very moment. You finally acknowledge the hunger for his touch, for him. Fingertips softly trace over his sharp jaw and, the brunette easily gets it. Tilting his head to the side, the kiss grows deeper, and deeper. There’s no fight for dominance, just a harmonious dance, Jaehyun matches you and you match him. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”, the Cupid continues and, it feels like he has a lot more to say, he wants to make sure you know his reality. Voice deeper, chest irregularly moving up and down, he barely moves away. “I feel it too.”, he confirms again. The brunette will say it again if he needs to, he feels it too, he understands you, he knows.

You don’t answer, you’d rather show him. You chase after his lips, linking your arms around his neck just to bring him closer. “Don’t do that again.”, you half warn him before crashing your lips against Jaehyun’s again. The brunette quietly and breathlessly laughs at that, promising he won’t ever disappear like this. You discover more about him, tongue meeting his own for the very first time. He tastes sweet, something fruity lingers, probably the gum he was nervous chewing on before going to your home.

The Cupid’s hands get more curious as well, finding their place in the small of your back. Pink lips traces down your neck before placing a greedy kiss where your neck and shoulder meet. Such a simple touch, something you’ve felt before but, it’s different when it comes from the brunette. It’s crazy, the power he has on your body. Pearly teeth carefully catch the skin there and, you can not longer deny the heat that washes over you. It happens at once, the heat in the room seems a bit too much and your underwear gets uncomfortable.

Your hands creep up his chest, feel his body for the first time, you almost moan. Under your fingertips, even under the tick fabric of his white shirt, you can feel his muscles. Borders are blurry and, when your hands grip his collar, you hope you don’t cross anything.

Jaehyun wants to share your space, breath your air and yet, even if you’re the one walking him to your bedroom, he needs your verbal affirmation. “Are you sure ?”, Asia’s Cupid asks when he steps into your dimly lit bedroom.

It almost makes you laugh, giggle at his doe eyes contrasting with his wondering hands. You don’t care enough to turn the light off or even turn it on, your hands grip the middle of his shirt and you make his fit body follow you as you softly fall down on your bed. Jaehyun’s weak, he doesn’t even resist. Knees plant itself next to your hips, towering over you.

“’m sure, wanna drown in you.”, you confess right next to his ear. The brunette shivers at this, he hisses between pearly teeth. And, before he can even answer something, you tug a little bit more at his shirt. The Cupid easily gets the hint, grabbing the back of his top to take it off.

“Fuck.”, the curse slips out of your mouth before you can even process it. It’s ironic, you think he might be crafted by the Gods. You felt it under your fingers tips under the fabric but, his abs look marbled under the dim light of your bedroom. Every single one of Jaehyun’s nerves are on fire at this very moment. Digits work on the buttons of your shirt and, when you give him the green light, he does not hesitate.

His lips find the skin of your neck again, he pecks at the column of your throat and lets his tongue dip right between your collarbones. Jaehyun’s a messy lover, his kisses are long, he worships every new parcel of skin he discovers.

“Wait, let me help you.”, you breath out with a small laugh when the Cupid’s shaky hand sneak right behind your back. Arching your spine, you quickly undo your bra as the men finds your lips again. It’s thrown somewhere next to your bed soundlessly, Jaehyun’s mouth automatically wraps around your left nipple. Your fingers quickly sneak between his locks, nails softly gazing at the Cupid’s scalp. His tongue feels amazing on you, he coats your hard bud with saliva and doesn’t hesitate to softly catch it between his pearly teeth, pulling back.

“Jaehyun.”, you breath out when he turns his attention towards your second neglected bud but, you don’t care enough at this very moment. “Hm ?”, he hums against the skin right between your breasts, “So fucking pretty.”

As much as you enjoy all his attention, you don not think you can wait any longer. Your underwear’s too uncomfortable and you don’t think you can wait another five minute before completely, entirely feeling him. Unbeknownst to you, the brunette is as desperate. And so, when you beg for him to have you, right now, right next to his ear, he doesn’t think further.

Arms wrap around your waist, the brunette guides you to the middle of your bed. Everything happens quickly, then. Jaehyun helps you out of your skirt, you help him out of his jeans and boxers. The brunette doesn’t let you completely look at him for very long, but you have to say, the length of his shaft and the deep pink, wet by pre-cum head makes you mouth water. He hovers over you again after finding a condom in your bedside table. Jaehyun holds himself on his arms, on each side of your head but the slight weight of his body is comforting.

“So fucking wet, you’re dripping.”, Jaehyun almost hums to himself when he left two digits dip between your legs.

No words are spoken, expect for your verbal consent the moment the Cupid lines himself right in front of your wet folds. The tallest thinks he never felt more alive, you take his breath away, even more when his head pushes between your lips.

“Shit, so tight.”, he breathes out, slowly, inch by inch thrusting into your core. Like you were made for me, he almost says, but his words get caught in this throat the moment his last inch gets wrapped around you. His head falls in the crook of your neck, left hand resting on your waist.

It’s a slow, sensual pace you easily get used to, but the stretch of his cock doesn’t fade away. It’s a slight pain added to the pleasure, an addicting mixture you quickly grow addicted. You, on the other hand, don’t know where to touch, where to claw. You’re sure you’re leaving some deep marks on his back the moment the brunette almost entirely pulls out, right before slamming back in. Your own back arches at that, right hand grabbing onto his bicep.

It’s clear the Cupid enjoys the jolts of pain, hissing quietly whenever your nails create small croissant shapes on his pale skin. “Please, mark me.”, you beg breathlessly. Jaehyun might come at this very moment. It’s a possessive, primal, proud feeling that blooms in his chest when he understands. Mark you, mark you as his for everyone to see. The brunette hopes you’ll parade proudly with the purple petals he now creates against your throat.

“Mine.”, he groans against the skin of your neck, the words slips without him even thinking about it twice but, when you keen under it, he doesn’t hesitate to say it again, again and again on your lips. Mine, mine, mine. When your walls continuously clench around him, it’s almost too much for Asia’s Cupid. His composure crumbles down, it breaks down and his hips falter. Long gone is the sweet, soft pace he created for you, he chases his own orgasm and your own in deep, fast thrusts.

Uncoherent words tumble from your lips, Jaehyun conceals his own moans against your skin again, nose dipping into your hair. And, after a few thrusts that reach the deepest, you reach your high in a silent moan, Jaehyun’s lips kissing your tense forehead until he, himself, lets himself go. The broken moan he lets out as his seed spills in the condom might be the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard, you think in your daze.

There’s a comfortable silence broken by irregular breaths, Jaehyun’s brown eyes bore into yours the moment he understands what just happen. It’s even more comfortable when his strong arms wrap around your waist, his body falls into yours right before pulling you to his side.

“Holy shit.”, you let out after some minutes, a hand carefully lacing into the brunette’s locks. It hits you at this very moment too, a soft smile stretches your lips when Jaehyun hides his face in your chest.

“Yeah.”, he hums, keeping your body close. It seems he doesn’t have the energy to move too, you don’t blame him. “Can we stay like this ?”, he mumbles and, for a moment, you wonder what he’s talking about. Colleagues…with benefits ? The thought crosses your mind before you understands what his talking about. You’re so fucked out you barely registered the fact he’s still, in fact, in you. You clearly don’t mind, it still amazes you as well how perfectly he fits, even with his cock softening between your walls. “Not knowing where you begin…Where I end.”, he breathes out, letting out any thoughts his blurry mind creates.

There’s a small giggle from you and clearly, you agree to the proposition. It feels right, it feels domestic, intimate. Your arms finally wrap around his shoulders, chest against chest. You notice his hair smells like green apples and mint, he has little freckles here and there and soon enough, he’s sleeping peacefully in your arms. What a mysterious men, you think again. Thought this time, you smile to yourself, it seems he doesn’t mind opening up to you.

That night, Jaehyun finds he sleeps best in your arms.

“Jaehyun.”, you softly call out, stretching your muscles as best as you can. You have little room as the brunette’s arms are still firmly locked around your figure. It’s around eight in the morning and, by the way your phone’s beeping more and more loudly, you should be getting ready at this very moment. Though, you have to say, you’d much rather stay in your bed.

“Hm ?”, he hums, eyes still closed and, you wonder for a moment if he still remembers about work. You know he took a few days off but, he’s supposed to be back in office today, if you believe your manager.

The brunette clearly does not remember, you note when his lips peck right under your jaw.

“We’re going to be late.”, you whine and yet, your head rolls back enough for him to let his lips travel down your throat again. He adores on the bruises he left there the night before, slowly waking up. You have to say, he looks ethereal. The morning sun shines on his skin, the light bruises you left there contrasts against his epidermis, thin lashes batting up and down. Two deep dimples crave themselves in his cheeks when he looks up at your figure, rosy lips stretching at in a soft smile. Though an arm gives you a bit more space, the second one right under your body doesn’t let go.

He seems to remember about the night before slowly, low chuckle moving his chest. In fact, his cock’s still inside you. Condom discarded somewhere in the bin of your bathroom, Jaehyun easily fell asleep a second time after.

“Fuck, I forgot about that. I’m too tired.”, he confirms your doubt in his deep morning voice, one you weren’t ready for. It’s an octave lower, if that’s even possible and, it unconsciously makes you clench around him.

“About yesterday.”, Asia’s Cupid starts, using his hold on you to flip you on under him. It’s clear the brunette already loves having you like this. The small sound that comes from your lips when he does so makes him laugh again, eye still half closed. His right hand cups your cheek lovingly, a gesture you naturally lean on.

“Wanted to take you on a date first.”, he hums with a small pout, though it’s clear he isn’t unhappy with the outcome of the night before. Neither are you.

“I’m free this Friday.”, you tell him teasingly. Unbeknownst to you, Friday’s one of the last days he has on Earth. But, the slight movement of his hips doesn’t go unnoticed. Your eyes narrowed, giving the young men a look, fakely annoyed. You can feel him getting harder by the second, from the moment he flipped you over.

“Then, I’ll pick you up on Friday, after work ?”, he hums and you nod, a hand grabbing onto his bicep again when his moves get bolder.

“Jae’. We barely have an hour to get ready.”, you tell him. It’s half hearted, you both know you’d much rather let him have you a second time than go to work again but, you have projects to finish today and-.

“That should be enough.”, Jaehyun answers almost too quickly.

You find out saying no to Jaehyun is a hard thing. Correction, controlling yourself when Jaehyun looks like the purest incubus is hard. And so, when you bite down on your lower lip and look over at the time on your phone, the brunette already knows he won.

It’s easy when the Cupid already knows the route to your bathroom, when the two of you are already naked and riled up from the night before. Your legs lock on top of his hips and the cold water managed to wake you up at once. You slightly hit the brunette’s shoulder with a whine and his only answer’s to harshly push your back against the cold wall of your shower.

“I didn’t even brush my teeth.”, you whine out after Jaehyun plants the first hungry kiss of a few more, arms lazily resting on his shoulders. “I don’t care.”, the brunette groans out. And he clearly doesn’t, his hands firmly hold your thighs and his now hard shaft finds the same punishing rhythm he had the night before.

“Fuck, how are you already- Thought you were tired.”, you half mock, sentence cut short when he pushes into you deeper, harder.

“I’m not when it comes to fucking you.”, he confesses and, long gone are the street words he whispered out in your ear the night before. It’s like a switch being flipped, how last night’s slow thrusts turn into harsh, quick snaps. You don’t complain, though, not when he has you moaning in seconds. The water quickly turns hot, just the right temperature, droplets run down the brunette’s back, wetting his locks.

“God, you’re so good.”, you breathe out. Jaehyun’s intensely looking at you through his wet locks, agonizing smile stretching his lips. At this moment, the both of you know you’re already close. He brings you close, so close to your orgasm in minutes. Pride swells in the Cupid’s chest, he doesn’t let his pace falter and in fact, quickens.

“Fuck, keep clenching around me like that. You feel heavenly, baby.”, Jaehyun lets out, forehead resting against your shoulder. His lips find your skin again, pecking the droplets of water away as he feels you bending under his commands, clenching until he finds the right spot to hit again and again. You take minutes to come under his thrusts, head softly hitting the wall of your shoulder. Eyes closed, you see stars the moment he gives a particularly harsh snap of his hips and holds you there when he feels you coming around him, without any barrier.

The brunette’s breathless and, so are you. The background noise of the stream of water becomes white noise, senses hyper focusing on his small whines when you move your hips. He’s sensitive, so sensitive his groans turn into small whines.

Long gone’s the worry for your job and the time you have left when you let your feet touch the floor of you shower, slightly shaky, you drop to your knees in front of the men. The sight is enough for him to let out a sigh, looking up like he, himself, cannot believe he has someone like you in such a position. The brunette’s large hand easily find a purpose in your hair, gathering the locks until they’re out of your way. Finally, when you yesterday didn’t get a to detail Jaehyun’s cock, you can now have a better look. Hand wrapping around his shaft, the weight is pleasant, though you’re sure it’ll be even more on your tongue. Wet, he’s already leaking pre-cum, head a deep pink and you’re wondering how he can keep his composure when you let your tongue flat travel from the base to the tip.

“Fuck, Y/N. Thought we didn’t have much time ?”, he tease, twisting the narrative with a knowing smile. You look up at him with doe eyes, lips wrapping around his head and you suck lightly, enough to get a ripped moan from his pretty lips.

“You’re just impatient.”, you tell him, though you can’t help but take him in your mouth anyways. Indeed, the heavy weight and slight lingering taste of your juices makes you hum around him, vibrations that have him moaning lowly.

You manage to take most of his shaft in, hallowing your cheeks, using a hand to lazily stroke the rest but, after a few minutes, the men takes things in his hands. He definitely loves control. “Let me fuck your mouth.”, he mumbles out and, when you hungrily nod your head, his grip on your hair tightens. He keeps your mouth where he wants it and, slowly starts moving his hips.

It’s a harsh pace you silently indulge, his head hits the back of your throat a few times and it’s clear he’s close when he doesn’t even know how to form coherent words, hips harsher. His cock pulsates in your mouth and, when he takes it out without a warning, you almost whine and pout before understanding. His hand wraps around his base and you have to say, the sight is sinful. Body wet, face contouring with pleasure, he quickly pumps his dick in his head before he eventually comes in long strings. You, on the other hand, hungrily collect anything landing on your needy tongue.

Cleaning all you can, Jaehyun’s eyes stare for a while, he thinks he might get hard just because of that, when your fingers collect any remaining semen before popping them into your mouth.

“Fucking greedy slut.”, he groans out, almost in misbelief when his fingers hook under your jaw, forcing you up. You think he’ll clean the both of you there but, you surely don’t expect it when he abruptly turns you around, forcing your chest against the cold wall again.

“What are yo-.”, you start, but get abruptly cut by a moan you barely recognize. Jaehyun easily stuffs two fingers into your core. They definitely aren’t as big as his cock but, you’re sensitive, squirming around at his middle and fourth finger.

“Not letting you go until I make you come again.”, he mumbles again the skin of your shoulder and you stop moving around the moment his fingers scissor your around your walls and puts his free hand right next to your head.

“I c-can’t.”, you mumble out, and yet, your hips move back against his hips when he slows down.

“Take it.”, he commends, a tone in his voice you never heard and yet, you love it. It’s demanding and you let your forehead rest against the wet wall. His fingers are fast, lewd sounds drown in the water. There’s a low chuckle from the brunette when you threaten to come so quickly it would’ve been embarrassing with someone one. “Come on.”, he whispers out, a hand grabbing your head. He forces you to look at his, hungry lips crashing into your own. “You’re gonna get us late.”

The next days feel surreal for the brunette. He feels like a normal human, entirely, fully. Wednesday, dead of the night, Jaehyun might remember that night his entire life. He never had you in his bed and yet, it feels empty without your presence. The Cupid understands what not being with your soulmate feels like and, he doesn’t even want to know what it’d feel like to be in Olympus while you stay on the blue planet. He doesn’t, he can not even think about it. There, as Jaehyun mixes his overcooked noodles, all he can think about is having you on his coach waiting for him while he cooks. There, he takes his decision. Jaehyun wants everything you have to offer, he wants to share thoughts and secrets, share pointless and deep conversations, he wants to share comfortable silences and create new memories. He wants to create inside jokes he knows will make you laugh whenever he brings them up again.

There’s so much the Cupid wants to discover with you, from your favorite spots to your favorite food, the spots that make you weak and the ones that make you giggle. He wants to be here for your highs and lows, your big defeats and small victorious. He wants to be your favorite shoulder to cry on and the one you think about to celebrate. He wants you at your best just like he knows he can have you at your worst. Jaehyun wants you to love him just as much as he feels himself falling deep, deep for you.

Your texts make him smile and he doesn’t even hesitate to answer the minute he gets them. Your song, movie, show recommendations ? He notes them, listens and watches, gives a report whenever he can. He sends some back, he calls you when he cooks and can’t understand an instruction.

When he sleeps, Jaehyun dreams about you and all the things the two of you could have, you’re all he had think about and he does not complain, he’s infatuated, enamored, smitten, he learns a new word every day to express how captured he is.   And, on Wednesday night, as he falls asleep early for work, he has another flashback. Right between the lands of dream and reality, the border blurry. He sees the same girl with deep brown hair, setting unfamiliar. There’s a child he does not recognize and, when he wakes up, he realizes they both had your eyes.

It’s even better in real life. If the conversations used to flow naturally before, they hold something else now, a knowing flirt. Right between close friends and more, and dating. Firm glances are exchanged alongside some smiles here and there.

“Here !”, at this point, the brunette recognizes your voice by the second. He looks up at you with happy eyes in croissants. You have his favorite drink in your hand, peachy iced tea from a coffee shop down the street. “Ah, thank you so much.”, he pouts a little, the attention brings something that blooms on his chest.

“You’re welcome !”, you tell him, walking around to sit in your cubicle, next to him. Flopping on your seat, you quietly sip on your drink for a moment while scrolling and double checking your project, one you should be handing over tonight. “How’s your project going ?”, you ask him, leaning on the side. The small wall between the two of you is thin but, it does the job when it comes to blocking the view. Unfortunately.

“Almost, I should be done by the end of the week…Or next week.”, the brunette’s throat goes dry for a moment, when he mentions next week even if, even if he does not know if he’ll still be there by then. You obviously don’t notice it, humming at his computer screen. He told you he went to Paris for his art studies and you have to say, he sure has the level. Jaehyun is working on a more illustrative publicity campaign for some kids book and, for someone who just started, his propositions are great.  

“Oh, Jaehyun ! It looks great !”, you coo. “That’s really pretty.”, you tell him, catching your straw between your lips. Ice cubs hitting against each other, you shake your cup a little in order to get some blueberries at the very bottom.

“You’re pretty.”, the Cupid breathes a bit quietly, the two of you are still in your workplace and he doesn’t want to draw any unwanted attention from others by talking too loudly. Still sipping on your drink, you look up at the brunette with some surprised eyes before rolling them at him. “Smooth.”, you sarcasm, but smile at his attempt anyways.

“Right. Are you impressed ?”, Asia’s Cupid asks lowly and by now, you know this tone too well. Setting his pen aside, he leans aside too, meeting you halfway. If any of your colleagues looked over at this very moment, you’re sure they’d get the picture easily. His face’s too close to be anything friendly, his breath fans over your lips and you have to say, your eyes get lost in his. He holds eye contact and you don’t dare breaking it but, even in your slight daze, you’re still aware of the setting. You grudgingly pull back and let your back rest on your chair before heat burns your cheeks. There’s a chuckle from the brunette, one that rips a glare from Daeyong.

Do you enjoy it ? The slight anger flashing in front of his eyes and decomposition of his features when he understands ? Maybe, but you like Jaehyun’s smug smile when he gets it a lot more. If it looks like nothing more happens after, if it looks like Jaehyun works like a good employee after, you’d be very, very wrong. A hand stays firmly on your thigh, thumb stroking the covered skin of your leg. Jaehyun can not keep his hands to himself, he barely can. His eyes lower to your lips whenever he talks to you, whenever he catches you speaking with someone else. He stares for a bit too long at your figure and legs whenever you take a small break.

Can you blame him, though ? You’re almost as bad, drinking in the sight of his side profile whenever you doze off, detailing his hands when he adds the final touches to his project, unconsciously leaning closer.

Thank god, you and him manage to keep things calm until the end of the day. Until you gather all your files and documents, drop them in due time to your boss and finally, finally get a hold of your bag. Jaehyun waits for you like you usually did, walks you to the elevator and, when the brunette notices the emptiness of the elevator, he does not think twice. A finger quietly pushes at the “close doors” button and, when the grey metal doors slide in silence, he pushes you against the wall.

His free hand softly creeps up your neck, ring hugged digits wrap around your throat just enough for you to bend under his will and movements when he pushes you backwards. They’re cold against you skin, make goosebumps rise under them. “Jaehyun, wh-.”, the sound gets caught in your throat, knocked out of your lungs. The brunette does not even answers, he has a few floors for timing, he’d rather crash his lips against yours. He’s been thinking about it for hours, hitching to get closer to you. The kiss is bruising, his grip around your neck tightens until you whine at the gesture, hand flying to his brown locks. As you’ve found out, Jaehyun’s intense. He loves hard. Pearly teeth bite down on your lower lip, enough you know you’ll have a small bruise there and, his tongue softly smooths the abused spot before pushing the muscle between your awaiting lips.

It’s dangerous, how easily the Cupid puts you in a daze, a distorted reality where he’s the lighthouse in the fog. The taste of his peachy drink lingers on his muscle, on you teasingly suck on but, as he’s about to put his knee between your legs, a voice breaks the two of you apart.

“Floor zero !”

Jaehyun has lived next to and with Gods and Goddesses, has deities and other figures throwing themselves at him on Olympus. The brunette and his brothers have a halo of glamour and inaccessibility over them that has many gushing over them. He, at times, did fall under their charms, a pleasant experience for the both of them but never did the Cupid find it necessary to contact again, make it happen a second time. A one time thing he kept to himself, everyone knows how these things can turn into cruel revenges on the cloud up. But, Jaehyun always comes back to you. He has you tattooed under his skin, creeping and making a home for yourself in his heart, leaving an everlasting mark he’d proudly show off. With you, he has something else he did not have with other, a connection running deeper. He’s aware of it, he’s been for weeks. Simply said, Jaehyun understands quickly that physical contact with your soulmate is different. It feels different. After all, the brunette believes in the original soulmate myth, the very tale that depicts humans as one before they got separated. Reuniting as one is bound to be unlike any other thing he ever experienced. And so, Asia’s Cupid finds himself craving for you much more than he thought he would. It’s the thrill of the beginning, he thinks, but he finds himself sending a rather risqué text anyways. Thursday night, Jaehyun lays in his still made bed, typing and deleting. Should he ? Should he send this text ? It’s something the brunette never did before, it has the power to color his cheeks a soft pink.

What are you doing at this moment, in the dead of the night, he wonders. The Cupid never knew how vivid his mind was, he surprises himself when he easily pictures you in your bed, just like him. Fuck it, he thinks, and his thumb quickly presses the send button.

Ah, if Jaehyun has a vivid imagination, you have a good memory. Teasing words in a grey text bubble, it’s crazy how you manage to have his voice re-act it in your mind. What are you doing at this very moment ? Thinking about him but, you wouldn’t tell him right away. Two can play that game, he’s good at teasing and you are too.

The Cupid has to say, sexting is quiet fun. He finds himself typing things he would’ve said without an once of shame, he definitely did not expect his body to react so obediently to the words you say back. Soon enough, Jaehyun has his eyes glued to his screen, impatiently awaiting for your next words. Is it him or, is it getting too hot in his room ? Unbeknownst to Asia’s Cupid, he peels the fabric of his shirt off of his body just as you do so, getting rid of superficial clothes as texts get riskier, riskier. The brunette has your mouth parting at some of his crude words but, the gasp that leaves your mouth when Jaehyun sends a picture might wake your neighbors up.

Large hand wrapped around his veiny shaft, you stare at the picture for a bit too long. He’s hard, head a pink shade you don’t doubt is getting shades deeper by the moment. You can almost feel the weight on your tongue again but, when he starts typing again, you quickly snap a picture back.

Texts get sent hectically, not double checked, body kilometers away seems in sink, a single and common goal in mind. An orchestra in two different homes, your fingers don’t feel as good as his and, his around his cock doesn’t feel as good as your mouth. Dirty confessions are sent, he controls your pace from afar, telling you went to go faster and went to go slower.

In the middle of the night, you quietly come with each other in mind.

Tic, tac.

Friday. Times flies much quicker on the blue planet, Jaehyun knows it and yet, when he understands that he barely has three days left, he panics. He has much, so much to do. The brunette needs to get back to Olympus and he has too much to say, he pushed it away, wants to forget about it until the very last second. Tomorrow, I’ll do it tomorrow, he tells himself again and again. After the date, he tells himself.

The date, Jaehyun promised he’d come pick you up and, a few hours after work, he’s patiently waiting in front of your building. The car he was given at the beginning of his mission, he did not think he’d use but, here he is. It’s a pretty car, he has to say. A glossy black, a brand he read about once, his fingertips drum on the wheel. Poor thing is trying to push any thoughts of Olympus and his deadline aside and thankfully, he manages to the moment you step out of your building. You’re wearing something simple, but it isn’t your outfit Jaehyun is looking from afar. The sun shouldn’t set anytime soon but, the burning star’s less aggressive than it was earlier, leaving an orange hue on everything it touches.

It caresses your skin and makes it glow, soft breeze sending your locks aside like the second time he ever saw you. You give the brunette a small smile when you enter his car, you never knew he had such a nice vehicle and aren’t ashamed when you detail It with attention. Leather seats, tinted windows, it would’ve easily blended in during the other week’s gathering.

“Hi again.”, you tell him softly, slightly giddy at the thought of a date with the men.

“Hi.”, he answers, sweet smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you closely. At this moment, you finally notice he looks at you like you hold every star in your pupils, butterflies threatening to escape from your stomach.

The car ride is a calm one, but you sure appreciate the comfortable silence between the two of you. You sure are curious, Jaehyun never told you where he was taking you. The car passed by the building of your residential area, pretty buildings flash by until you get to the middle of the city, busier area alive as people get out of their house to eat with friends and family. The city’s lights aren’t on yet, but Seoul’s neon never die, they flash in the dim sunlight as Jaehyun’s car cuts through streets just to get away from it.

Tall buildings turn into small streets, less fancy buildings and, when you’re out of the city you look over at the brunette with a questioning look. “Where are we going ?”, you ask him as the playlist he made from songs you sent restarts. Cars get rare, grass grows abundantly at the sides of the road and you can barely see any building close enough to be a restaurant.

“You’ll see.”, he tells you with a knowing smile and, when he gestures ahead with his chin. And you see it. In the middle of an empty field, multicolor lights flash on and off. You see the big wheel just starting to slowly rotate and you can’t help the smile growing on your lips. Excitement bubbles in your chest, like a child going to Disneyland and you gasp softly when the car gets closer for you to detail the funfair even more.

You knew one was held a bit further from Seoul but, you thought you wouldn’t get the chance to go. You didn’t know when nor who drag with you, Sooyoung already had her almost boyfriend and all your friends were busy. “Are we ?”, you ask in misbelief, almost hopping on your seat.

“Yeah, I hope you didn’t go before-.”, he starts and you immediately cut him off. “No, no ! I wanted to go but didn’t have anyone to drag with me.”, you laugh out before pointing at all the rides you want to try.

“Good, I really wanted to take you here.”, he hums while parking his car nearby.

Jaehyun loves the idea of funfairs, he loves what he read about them and what he saw but this, being in the middle of the big metal structures and colorful light, he loves it. He buys a bunch of tickets and you, at some point, have to stop him. Poor thing doesn’t have the experience, he doesn’t know how many things he can do in one night. He’s a happy puppy in the middle of a lot of noise, he recognizes a few songs blasting on the speakers and he stays stuck in front of big cotton candies and candy apples. Everything smells sweet and Asia’s Cupid doesn’t know what he wants to taste first but decides against it when he remembers what else he prepared. Jaehyun uses all his tickets on you and lets you pick all the rides and games you want to play, he holds your hand when rides get too intense, locks sent away from the harsh breeze when the car rolls down a high hill. He laughs at you the moment you scream in the haunted house, he tells you ghost don’t look that friendly but he wraps an arm around you the moment he sees the pout on your lips. You might feel like a high school student the moment he tries to win you a random plush, you discover he’s pretty bad at throwing things or, the game is rigged. You feel even better when you end up winning a plush for Jaehyun.

“Do you want to do this one again ?”, Jaehyun hums, lips against your temple. He points at the first ride you went on. It was fun, went backwards at some point but you were too hungry to do anything else. Curling against his side, you move your head left to right. “I’m hungry. Do you want to eat ?”, you propose on buying him anything, knowing how he almost drooled in front of the stand.

“I already got us something.”, the Cupid informs, lips traveling to your cheek.

“Let me spoil you.”, you pout, looking up at the tallest. A small smile grows on his lips, eyes travelling to the stand where all the candies are displayed. Maybe he wants popcorns, but he already had them before. Cotton candy looks too sticky and sugary and, candy apples look way too good. Shiny coat on red apples, his choice is set. “Get me a candy apple, then.”

“What did you bring ?”, you ask curiously as the brunette brings you back to his car. By now, the sun started the set, your stomach rumbles and you wonder what exactly he has prepared when he opens the bot of his car. You have to say, you expected a generic date at a restaurant but this, this was much better. You’re sure Jaehyun would be able to make any date interesting but the way his eyes glittered with the lights and how he wasn’t scared to scream during rides truly made you understand how precious the men was.

“Picnic.”, he simply says, taking out a brown basket from his car. If your friends asked you, you think you’ll be able to pinpoint the very moment you truly fell in love with Jaehyun. He takes you by the hand and tells you he couldn’t find a hill high enough for the picnic, like a shy boy on a very first date. He swiftly pushes the back seat of his car down but takes his cute green picnic cloth nonetheless, placing it in his car.

“Ma’am.”, he says, voice sultry when he offers his hand. You fall in love the moment his digits slide between his, you use the support to climb onto his car.

You fall in love the moment he open his small basket and you see the sandwiches he prepared and how the only bought drinks you like and desserts he wanted to make you try. You fall in love the moment he takes out two pieces of the very cheesecake you love too much. His sandwiches have too much condiment and not enough salad, but you might let it slide when you catch the Cupid with some mayo at the corner of his mouth. Though, you have to say his chocolate cake is the nicest thing you’ve ever tasted.

You’re full and tasted everything Jaehyun bought for you when the night falls, bight lights of the fun fair still enlightening the field around. Conservation flows easily, as always and, you pick at a lose thread, half laying in his car.

“Do you believe in soulmates ?”, you at some point, ask. It visibly takes the Cupid back, he was sipping from the red plastic cup and stops at once. Tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth, he hums a little, or maybe he breathlessly laugh.

“I do.”, he simply says and, the both of you know nothing more needs to be said. Knowing smiles, hands brush against each other when the comfortable silence settles, and you help him clean everything.

“There, best for last.”, you tell him after Jaehyun puts anything empty in a nearby bin and everything else in his basket. You don’t know it yet but, this basket, this cloth, he bought them just for the occasion. Taking the candy apple from your bag, you unwrap it and hand it towards the brunette. And, instead of taking it into his own hand, Jaehyun softly leans closer to you, lowering his head before biting down on his apple. The hard, caramel coat cracks under his pearly teeth, humming when the mix taste of the sugar and the apple coast his tongue.

“Do you like it ?”, you ask, attention caught by the men’s lips, thin coat of sugar on the plum flesh. “Try it.”, he says after nodding, and you do so. Biting down on the apple, you laugh a little when you struggle to completely detach a piece of the fruit. “Hm, it’s good.”, you tell him, chewing on the small piece you stole. The brunette takes the stick into his own hands and happily eats the candy away.

“Thank you for today.”, you tell the Cupid after you’ve helped him push his backseat up again. Sat on the leather, Jaehyun leaning, body half outside as the door’s still open. Looking up at you after securing the seats, he smiles up at you proudly, he doesn’t tell you but he struggled to put everything together after all, he never went on one until now.

“I’m happy you liked it.”, he whispers out, laughs and screams from the funfair still hear from your spot. He leans a bit and, you take the chance in your hands to lean as well, quickly pecking his lips. He tastes just like the apple candy he ate a bit earlier, and the single peck you wanted turns into a second, a third. Jaehyun laughs a bit against your lips, breaking the exchange whenever he does. He definitely isn’t the only one who can not keep his hands to himself, he thinks when your hands wrap behind his neck.

“I loved it.”, you mouth against his plump lips. His body follows when you lean backwards, his knee planting itself in the leather seat of his car. The place’s small, his right hand grips into to top of the head rest so he doesn’t crush you but you still feel the light breeze.

“Close the door.”, you whine out and, when Jaehyun understands, his eyes morphs from a surprised look to a hungry, lustful one in seconds. As said, you’re like a switch in the brunette’s brain. You don’t have to tell him twice, the Cupid leans back to close his car’s door and swiftly gets back on top of you. The slight weight of his body’s familiar now, something you appreciate and sigh against his lips when he finds his place between your legs.

“Here ?”, he wants to make sure, though his full lips travel down your throat anyways. He knows the path by heart now, finding the spot right between your collarbones. “Don’t you want to go home first ?”

You’d almost laugh at how careful he is. A hand grip his hair hard enough that he sighs, bringing his face close to yours again. “Here. I don’t care.”, you reassure him and, Jaehyun does not need more.

“I can’t get enough of you.”, the brunette sighs against your skin, fingers quickly working on the buttons of your shirt. It’s quick, hectic, the place’s already close and it seems the need crashed over the both of you like trucks. Jaehyun lets your shirt fall open, hand cupping one of your breasts over your bra, lips leaving long, deep kisses from your collarbones to the line of your jeans. He looks at you then, doe eyes centimeters away from your core.

“Jae’.”, the nickname makes him sigh against the skin of your hip, digits working on his own shirt. “Fuck me, take me.”, you whisper out, almost desperately. If the brunette looked ethereal before, he looks utterly out of this world when his body hovers over yours. The car shelters you from the sounds of the fun fair but, the tinted windows do not block the colorful lights. Blue, red, violets, yellow, they dance on his milky skin, they contrast against the bruises you left on his epidermis and the healing scratches on his back.

If the light doesn’t manage to catch his face, they reflect on your features and has the Cupid staring for a bit too long, the way the blue light softly enlightens your cupid’s bow, the purple light adorns on your cheeks and the red color falls at the top of your eyebrow. They reflect in your irises, change at every blink.

“Shit, you’re breathtaking.”, he confesses against your mouth, pearly teeth biting down on your bottom lip before tugging softly at it. Hands work on the buttons of your jeans and, the heavy fabric gets lost in the small, closed place. It feels like just like the morning after, things are passionate and rushed, your own hands work on his pants but it’s clear the desperation is too high for more foreplay.

You’re thankful the car is set far enough you think no one will walk next to it, you’d be quiet ashamed if anyone hears you. There’s a high pitched gasp that tumbles from your lips when the Cupid presses his clothes hard on against your panties and uses an arm to help you sit up, on his lap. Your mouth finds his again, it’s all tongue and teeth, a string of saliva connects your tongues when you pull back and watch his expression change when you slowly grind against his shaft.

The blue light falls on his jaw, tightening the moment you roll your hips against his, head falling back against the head rest. His hand runs in his hand and stays at the top for a moment, enjoying you taking the control, green light accentuates the veins bulging around his digits. Soft sighs fall from his lips and you make a point when you don’t kiss him at this very moment, drinking in everyone of his sounds. You might need to thank the lack of light, you already know you’re leaving a wet spot on the men’s boxers. His hands help you find a pace, delicious friction against thin fabrics, you can make the outline of his cock but, you’d be even happier with his shaft buried in your walls.

It seems he has the same thought when the brunette swiftly moves in the small space again. Now behind you, he pushes your upper body against the seat, giving you a view of the funfair you two were in hours ago, where innocent kisses where exchanged. Your arms lay on top of the head rest and, you don’t hesitate to arch your back a little, pushing your bottom against the brunette’s crotch.

There’s an appreciative groan from him, Jaehyun’s hands are quick to help you out of your panties. You think he’ll do the same with his boxers but, when you feel his heavy breathe against your wet core, you understand he has other plans in head.

“Want to taste you so fucking bad.”, he mumbles against the skin of your thighs, lips leaving kisses everywhere but where you need it the most. You cry out desperately, unable to create words to express yourself. “Can’t hear you.”, he teases you, a single digit running between your wet folds.

“Please.”, your heart bumps so fast it resonates in your ears, your forehead falls against your arms and you speak up again. “Please, Jaehyun. Touch me, want your mouth.” And on cue, his tongue finally collects your juices on the pink muscle. He groans, it comes from his chest and sends vibrations against your core, mouthing against it. “God, you’re so sweet. Sweeter than candy apple.”, he sighs, tongue pushing deeper. The muscle easily pushes pass your lips and laps, switching between using his tongue and wrapping his lips around your clit.

You already the brunette was good with his mouth by the way he took your breath away at every kiss but, he has you moaning in seconds, his lips work wonders around you and you have to muffle your moans, mumbles and whines against your arm. Kitten licks and long stripes, he quickly brings you to the very edge. By now, Jaehyun knows the way your body works. He understands when your hips struggles between his grip, desperately trying to quickly chase your orgasm. You’re close, so close, the fear of staining his seats is long gone when you beg him to go faster but, when the bubble grows tighter and tighter, it suddenly bursts the moment he pulls away. It’s cruel, how your high fades away, it’s unsatisfying, almost makes tears pool at the corner of your eyes.

“Why did you-.”, you ask weakly, looking back at the brunette.

“I want you to come around me.”, he says, coming back at eye level. Light casts on his lips, shining from your essence.

“Fuck me, then.”, you taunt, and the devilish smile on his lips foreshadows what comes next. His boxer quickly gets thrown next to his pants. Heavy cock he slaps a few times against his palm, you hear the weight and almost salivate. But, you’ll have time for that after, you think. His free hand reaches for your bottom but, he underestimates his force and his palm slaps against your ass without a warning. The sound resonates in the car and quickly follows a ripped moan from your lips.

“Should’ve known.”, the brunette starts, fakely disappointed sigh coming from his lips. “Should’ve known you were into that.”, and he reiterates the act, palm harshly slapping against the skin. You whine at that, heat creeping into your cheeks. At each slap, he smooths the skin right after, softly rubbing at the flesh. It gets you even wetter and when you fear you’re going to drip all over his seats, Jaehyun brings his red head to your lips, collecting the translucid liquid.

Before you can even beg him again, he easily pushes the first inch between your walls, a sigh coming from the both of you. It still feels like the first time. Though, now he know exactly how you like it. A few inches in, the brunette doesn’t hesitate and rams in, in a swift motion. His hips pick up a punishing pace, it’s clear he chases both your orgasms. One hand rests on your hip while the other arches your back.

Skin slapping against skin, you try to muffle your moans against your arm but, Jaehyun doesn’t care. Deep groans, he doesn’t take your silence. His hand on your back creeps up, fingers lace in your hair and he abruptly yanks, pulling your back against his chest. No way to hide your moans, you whimper pathetically. His thrusts turn slow, deep, hard. Face next to your own, his second hand moves to your jaw, holding it tightly. You might have to wear concealer there, by the way his fingertips dig at your skin, lips mouthing against your cheek.

“Don’t hide from me. I want to hear you.”, he demands, and you bend under his wants. His name falls from your lips again and again, the fading orgasm he denied you moments prior comes running back and it isn’t long until your walls tighten around him.

He breathes, moans and whisper whatever comes into his mind into your ear, only for you to hear, it sends shivers down your spine and you know, you know it’ll stay forever engraved into your mind. How his low, deep, breathless voice muses at how good you feel around him, how slutty you are for him and only him. How you were made for each other and how he was fucking you like you deserved to be. Your moans turn silent, breathless and, Jaehyun understands you’re close before you do. He gives you the silent permission when one of his hands deep down, digits circling around your clit.

It takes seconds for you to fall apart, your walls tighten around him, grip him and you come in a ripped scream that might catch the attention, you don’t see. You don’t see because you have to close your eyes, tears threaten to fall and stars flicker in front of your eyelids, you’d fall forward if the brunette didn’t have such a tight grip on your body. He follows quickly behind, groans against your neck and spills in long, white strings. He fills you up and makes sure you feel it, slow movements of his hips. Breathing heavy, you hear him chuckle lowly at the pleasure. You whine out when he pulls out, suddenly empty but, your protest quickly gets cut when Jaehyun stuffs two of his fingers into your cunt. “Don’t waste anything.”, he hums, audibly tired. You gasp at the image when you look down, ring hugged digits coated in a layer of his and your own come, he slowly fucks it back in. It’s a thought he doesn’t voice, you tummy full of his come, the implications. He brushes it away, he’s thinking too quickly.

A single kiss is placed on your forehead as he helps you clean, “Let’s go home, love.”

Saturday, Jaehyun can not keep pushing. Second to last day, time flies quickly and the clock tics without a second to spare. His decision is made, it has been made for days now but, saying it out loud is much, much different. Short nails pick at the small piece of skin peeling at the corner, Jaehyun knows what he has to do. The television at his side plays some show he doesn’t, it’s white noise anyways while he walks back and forth in his small apartment. He started to love it, he got attached to it quickly. Needless to say, he got attached to you quickly, too.

It’s around four in the afternoon that he finally, finally uses his emergency card. Gold, small, it fits in his palm. Thin, it has Olympus written on it in cursive, white letters. He wondered if he should wear the clothes Cupids wear daily but, he decides against it, it’s symbolic, he’ll present himself with his new clothes.

There’s something twisting his guts, anxious and…Scared ? He knows, the brunette knows, he’s more human than he thinks. It’s when this exact thought crosses his mind that he opens the cards.

The same cloudy dust envelops his body, it blocks his view and, in seconds, he’s in Olympus. What happens next, will stay an unknown story for the mortals, a tale narrated from Cupid to Cupid, from a generation to the next. Sometimes romanticized but, always about that one Cupid who found his soulmate in a human and fought for her. Always about a Cupid fighting a God for the one he loved. It varies from person to person, some underline how the Cupid’s infatuation, his words and stories managed to convince Eros. Other highlight how Eros always had a soft spot for his Cupids, how good he always was with them. Who better to understand love than Eros himself. Eros, large white wings move softly, making the clouds around him dissolve at his feather’s touch, looks down at Jaehyun with a soft smile, one of his sons. His hand rests on top of his large bow, head leaning against it as he laughs a bit at the brunette’s expression. He’s dumbfounded at how easily the God agreed. But, Asia’s Cupid should’ve known, Eros is a sucker for love stories. He wouldn’t ever dare get between two lovers, not when one of them is Jaehyun.

“Child.”, Eros starts again, adoring look on his eyes. Jaehyun never had a father figure, not in his life at least but, when Jeonghan is the closest thing he had to it, Eros follow quickly behind. “You are free.” What can Jaehyun do other than bow down in front of the God, grateful isn’t a word strong enough. Though, the brunette has many questions and, Eros already knows them. Few Cupids had the same questions and, he’s prepared.

“What about…My memories ?”, Jaehyun asks, knot in his throat. Blonde, curly hair bounce to the side when Eros listens carefully to the question. On his pedestal, pretty throne in gold, he leans a bit forwards, the same pink eyes boring into Jaehyun’s now brown eyes. He noticed, he noticed how Jaehyun didn’t let his irises take their original color, how he didn’t dress like his brothers.

“You’ll keep them.”, visibly taken aback, the brunette doesn’t answer and so, Eros continues. “When Cupids leave, they’re free to pick. Return as newborns or, have a life on Earth as they are.”, simply says the God. “It’s harder, to be aware of everything, but it’s also a chance.”

“Like Jeonghan.”, he says before even thinking and, instead of answer, the blonde simply smiles.

“He’ll look over you. I’m counting on you to look over him.” The brunette’s mind might blow at this very moment, he knew. The posture, gestures, smile, the way he looked at him. So he was your tutor too.

“What about the others ?”, Jaehyun doesn’t dare say their names, his brothers, he will probably cry if he does. Will he ever see them again, he doubts, and that’s the heartbreak Jaehyun wanted to avoid. Suddenly, Eros’ features grow cold, worried, even.

“You can say good bye, but you’re not allowed to come back after that.”, he knew. But it still makes the brunette look at the ground, tears at the corner of his eyes. He won’t cry now, he tells himself.

He cries minutes after, when his brothers wait aligned in front of him. Jaehyun won’t ever talk about the good byes he had. Tearful, he made sure to look at his brothers face enough to make sure he wouldn’t ever forget them, even without pictures. He cries and begs for their forgiveness when they aren’t even mad. Jaehyun has a sweet word for everyone, he wishes he had prepared himself better and he gives something to each one of his brothers. He cries when they hug each, one by one.

They all promise they’ll look over him, they all promise they’ll find each other again, in their next life, whenever the next generation steps in. Jaehyun doesn’t even get to see the next Cupid at his spot, the one touched by his white arrow years ago.

Jaehyun looks back one last time, and before he can cry again, he falls from Olympus. Seconds that feel like minutes where Asia’s ex Cupid feels everything and nothing at the same time. When his feet touches the ground again, he doesn’t even register where he is. He thinks he’s in his apartment again and, when he opens his eyes. He’s in front of your door.

Eros, he thinks. He said he’d look over him too, seems he didn’t lie.

Red eyes, bloodshot, he doesn’t think twice and knocks on your door. The shock and worry in your eyes almost makes him laugh through his last tears, one his quickly dries off with his sleeves. You’re unaware of this, you don’t know yet but, he did all of this for you. Gods know your name, the love he has for you told to generations.

“I have something to tell you.”

Taeyong sighs heavily, a hand harshly pushing the pink haired’s hand away. Asia’s next Cupid is in formation while Jungwoo balances between his continent and his old friend’s. The new Cupid is a teenager, he looks a bit younger than Mark. Curious, he was happy to be assigned to Asia but Gods, was he the perfect annoying little brother. Death glare towards the smallest, Taeyong pushes his arrows away.

“No, Jaemin. You’re not allowed to.”, the red haired tells him again and, he pouts. “Let me at least look at my continent.”, the youngest says. It’s the end of the day and the oldest figures he’ll let him, now that he learned how to travel quickly and look over different cities.

“Oh no, I wanted To-.”, he youngest starts, trying to move to the wanted Japanese city.

“Wait !”, Taeyong’s loud voice rings in Jaemin’s poor ears, he frowns as he looks at the city he accidently landed on. Seoul. What’s Taeyong staring at, he wonders. A couple walks in the middle of a store, one Jaemin doesn’t recognize. Annoyed by the interruption, he looks over at this tutor.

“Are you going to shoot an arrow at him ?”, he asks.

“Oh no, they’re already blessed by the Gods. They don’t need arrows.”  

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[wishesunderthestars]

Eunoia // Ch. 1

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognition, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: Abuse and violence

Masterlist

A/N: this used to be about an oc of mine so a lot of the characters back story didn't change when I edited this.This is the first work I'm ever posting online, I hope you enjoy it 

You didn’t like to complain. You preferred acting to change whatever was bothering you or gritting your teeth and waiting it out if the former wasn’t possible. After all complaining changed nothing. You wasted precious time and energy when you could be working on making things better.  

This time however you felt like complaining.

Your day had started well enough. You were so close to wrapping up filming for Six of Crows, you only had very little of the principle photography to do left. That’s when everything started going downhill. Leonardo DiCaprio was more than an hour late because he had been stuck in traffic, Inej’s costume got ripped somehow and the head makeup artist had fallen ill.

To top that all off, for some reason no one was listening to you. Alex, the camera man, didn’t take the angles you were asking for, catering arrived two hours late making everyone irritated and moody and nothing you said could appease anyone, one of the actors didn’t agree with your instructions and refused to follow them, just trying them out would have been enough for you. Photography finally wrapped up but your headache didn’t go away.

On your way home, Zayn called to cancel your plans for the night. Something had come up in his schedule and he wouldn’t be free until midnight. At midnight you have been asleep. Your best friend rarely canceled your plans but both of your jobs were unpredictable. You had really needed to go out and blow off some steam. Now that you couldn’t do that you felt unreasonably angry.  

With the exception of Zayn, who soon would be gone on tour too, all of your friends were scattered around the world. From Europe, to Australia, to South America, the only place none of your friends had visited as far as you were aware was Antarctica. You were the only one spending the majority of your time in the United States the past year.

So yes, you had a strong urge to start complaining.  

John was silent at the wheel, staring at the road ahead. He wouldn’t say anything if you went off right then and there. He would be a little surprised most likely but he would understand. He had been with you for many years. Your parents had appointed him as your bodyguard when you were a teenager chasing after impossible dreams. Dreams you had thought impossible but now they had been achieved and surpassed. You were now a director with sixteen Oscars to your movies and a lot more awards in total. John had been with you through all of that.

Through the best and the worst.

You had just made up your mind when you noticed commotion on the side of the street. John was driving leisurely because you both enjoyed looking outside and seeing the world as more than just a blur. You had never been more thankful for that.

You could make out figures moving dangerously. Sounds that made your heart clench. Shouts and taunting. Underneath it all; whimpers.

“Stop,” you said shoving your hand in front of John. “Stop the car! Something is going on.”

“Y/N-“

You looked back at the street, they were getting further away. “Please, John. Stop the car.”

John didn’t argue this time and parked the car on the side of the road. The taunts were louder outside. You had stopped only a few meters away from the group of people. From there you could better understand what was happening.

Five men were shouting abuse at two smaller figures. One of them was holding a blonde boy that couldn’t be older than twenty. He had one of his arms wrapped around his chest, hand fisted on his shirt. His other hand was wrapped around the boy’s neck bending his head in a weird angle. Another man was hovering over the younger’s body, his hands touching roughly every part they could get.

The three other men were focused on the figure on the floor. You couldn’t see well what exactly was happening but by the sounds and the movements of their bodies you knew you didn’t like it.

“What’s happening here?” you shouted with all the authority you could master. It was your director’s voice, your boss voice as your friends liked to call it.

Everyone stopped.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked again when you received no answer.

The blonde boy took the distraction as a chance to get away. He wiggled free but hands were back around him in seconds. He stumbled. Light caramel ears becoming visible under the flickering lamp post. A hybrid.

A hard slap landed on his cheek, porcelain skin reddening instantly. Tears were streaming down his face.

“You don’t want to get involved in this, lady,” a man sneered. “Just go on your merry way and leave this to us.”

“I don’t want to go on my merry way but I really want to get involved.” You crossed your arms, you weren’t the most intimidating person but John next to you was. “If you don’t let them go right now, I will call the police and this will certainly end worse for you.”

John took a step forward. “You heard the lady. If no one wants trouble you better disappear.”

The men looked at each other. John was taller and a lot more muscular than them. They had numbers on their side but where they going to risk it?

“We did nothing!” one of them exclaimed. He spat on the figure curled on the floor. The man held the blonde hybrid tighter when he started thrashing against his hold. “These low lives shouldn’t even exist. They’re abominations! They owe their whole existence to us!”

You pulled your phone out. Police was on speed dial. “Step back slowly and we will let you go. If you don’t I will personally make sure you rot in a tiny cell for the rest of your lives. Believe me, I can. Does the name Y/N Y/L/N ring a bell?”

The men almost laughed before they took a good look at you then at John. In a split moment’s decision they were gone. Scattering away like rats at the appearance of a cat. Cowards, but clever cowards. If you had taken them to court they wouldn’t have seen daylight again for many years.

The hybrid fell to his knees with the man no longer supporting him. He crawled to the other figure lying on the floor and held him closely. Without the men blocking him, you could make out the dark brown bunny ears. He was beaten and bruised and you hurt for him.

The blonde hybrid continued crying and whimpering. He was muttering as he sobbed but the words were lost in between the heart wrenching sounds.

You walked closer carefully, the last thing you wanted was to startle them. John placed a hand protectively on your shoulder but you shrugged him off. You were in no danger from them.  

It was inhuman, the hate and hardships hybrids were put through. Created and raised by “humans” only to be tormented and abused by them. The law condemned abuse towards them but only on certain terms and by no means were they fairly protected by it. Their advanced society seemed unreasonably cruel.

As you approached the words the hybrid was saying became clearer. A continuous string of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ s and ‘Jungkookie’. You noticed that his shirt was torn and a handprint was forming around his neck.

“Hey, hey,” you said softly. You made yourself look smaller and moved slowly as not to startle them. “Do you want me to help? You need medical assistance, I can take you to the hospital.”

The blonde boy shook his head as more tears escaped his eyes. “No, no, no, please don’t. Please. Please.” A sob wrecked his frame and he pulled the other hybrid closer to him. “Please don’t. They’ll lock us up. They’ll… They’ll- Please.”

You raised her hands to show them you weren't going to pressure them into anything. You would do anything to make him stop crying. “I won’t. If you don’t want to, I won’t. But you need to get you injuries treated. Let me help, I’ve done this before.”

The hybrid looked at you wearily. His eyes were red and glistering with tears. “You’ll help us? You won’t hurt us?”

“I promise I won’t.”

The other boy was trembling in his arms holding on to his torn shirt to ground himself to reality. “You saved us. You’ll really help us?” the cat hybrid asked.

“I will,” you promised. “My name is Y/N, let’s start there. What are your names?”

The boy sniffled. “I’m Jimin and… This is Jungkook. He’s hurt. Please, help him.”

You nodded exchanging a look with John, you didn’t need words to communicate. “You’ll have to come to my house that’s where all the supplies are. I swear you will be able to leave any time you want. You shouldn’t feel trapped. I only want to help.”

Jimin seemed to accept that because he whispered something in the Jungkook’s ear. He tried to get up but his knees buckled under his weight. You rushed forward to steady him but he flinched at the contact.  

From up close you could take a better look at him. He had large doe like eyes that were hard to miss even when they were clenched in pain. His hair was dark brown like his fluffy ears, flattened on the sides of his head. His features were korean. It didn’t surprise you, hybrids were scientifically modified and people liked East Asian characteristics. They were unique, they said, and they looked innocent and youthful. It was one of the preferred races for hybrids.  

What made you want to vomit was the damage those men had inflicted on him. There were cuts of various sizes on his face, the men had been wearing rings. Bruises were forming on his cheeks and on his right eye. Someone had split his lip.

His clothes were torn like Jimin’s and covering the rest of the injuries. A large bruise against his collarbones peaked through his shirt.

You took a deep breath. It wasn’t time to panic or let your emotions take control. You wanted to chase those bastards down and make them pay for the hurt they had inflicted.

“It’s okay,” you said in what you hoped was a soothing tone. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to take care of you. Do you want me to help you walk? If you can’t John could carry you.”

Jungkook took one look at the man and shook his head. John’s appearance was intimidating with all the muscles and shaved head but he was a huge softie at heart. You could understand though why Jungkook was afraid after what he had been through.

“You can lean on me,” you said. “Jimin, are you okay to stand?”

“I am.”

You didn’t completely believe him because you had seen how his knees had crumbled before. However you didn’t have any other choices.

“John, we’re going home,” you told your bodyguard.

The way to the car was difficult but you made it. The two hybrids huddled close together in the backseat. Jimin stroked Jungkook’s neck and face carefully, lingering over his bruises. He couldn’t stop crying. Jungkook’s eyes were wet with the occasional tear slipping down. You had a feeling watching Jimin in pain hurt more than his own injuries.

You uncapped a bottle of water and passed it to Jimin. “He should drink some. Be careful of his lip.”

John looked at you through the mirror. He was worried and not only about the hybrids. You were well known for getting in trouble and this was the perfect opportunity. It was his job apparently to worry about you because he did nothing else.

Your house was located in a private closed off community. You had chosen a far away spot close to a lake so you could have your privacy. Directors usually didn’t get as much attention as you did but because you were young and got involved in all kinds of projects, your name and face were well known. You had worked with some of the biggest names in the industry while taking part in many interviews, conventions and events. You had associated yourself with some of the most famous people in entertainment by chance, like your best friends Zayn Malik and Taylor Swift who were both worldwide known singers.  

Your involvement in movements and projects brought to you more attention than you would have liked, but if that was the price you had to pay to make other people’s voices heard and fight for equality then you would accept it with no hesitation. You had a platform, you were heard and you would use it to give voice to others that weren’t as fortunate. Getting attention and being followed by paparazzi was a small price to pay.  

The car passed the gate and stopped in front of the grand building. Water poured smoothly in the fountain rising through in center of the limestone drive. It looked ethereal with the small lights, making the water glimmer like crystals.  (if anyone is wondering how I roughly imagine the house to be: Interior 1, Interior 2, Exterior)

The two hybrids stared at the white columns and the waterfalls. It was a lot to take in. Your house looked more than a royal Palace or an event building than an actual house. It was too much and you sometimes regretted choosing it so carelessly. It had been a different time then and you had been defferent too. You hadn’t paused to consider that maybe in a few years you would be living alone in a house that was designed to be a home to a very large family.  

“Come on,” you told the hybrids looping one of Jungkook’s arms over your shoulders. You took a few tentative steps forward.  

“Is this your house?” Jimin whispered as if he was afraid breaking the silence would shatter the illusion and he would be back with the men.  

The white columns were illuminated by torches strategically placed on the walls adding to the majestic image.  

“Yeah, it’s my house,” you said.  

John opened the door for you and followed you inside. You laid Jungkook on one of the cream couches in the sitting area. His eyes were instantly drawn to the view. Through the glass wall the night sky covered the forest and the lake. The reflection of the moon wavered and danced on the surface.  

“It’s beautiful,” he said, a few more tears slipping on his cheeks.  

You didn’t know how he could focus on the view when he was suffering from all kinds of injuries but you agreed. “It’s my favorite part of living here. When the weather is good you can see all the way to the other side, at the city.”

John came back with a medical kit and handed it to you. You had taken many first aid classes partly because of the risky tendencies of your friends and partly because caring for someone had always been appealing to you. If you hadn’t become a director you would have gone to medical school.  

“Do you want me to start at your face?” you asked. “I have to look at the rest of your body too.”  

Jungkook blushed a deep red. “F-face first, please.”  

“Okay, that’s okay.” You took a cotton ball in your hand and poured a good amount of antiseptic on it. “It’s going to sting a little.”

At the first touch of the cotton on his skin he flinched. “T-tell me more about the lake?” he asked softly.  

He wanted a distraction from the pain. You wished he didn’t have to go through any more of it but it would be over soon and it was necessary. He would feel better after.  

So you started telling him about the lake and the little boats that would go out on good days. You told him about the trek you liked to follow that lead to the shoreline. In the spring and summer it was the perfect temperature to dip your feet in and cool your skin from the stifling heat. You told him about how it looked close up at night and the picnics you used to have there with someone special.  

Jimin was sitting next to Jungkook holding his hand. He was captivated by the view, the lights shinning in his chocolate colored eyes. He had stopped crying.

When you were done with Jungkook’s face you gestured to his shirt. “You have to take that off for me to look at the injuries on your chest.” Seeing his hesitancy you continued. “If we don’t treat them now the pain will only get worse. I have to make sure nothing is broken and none of the injuries are too severe. Can you do that for me?”  

Jungkook turned to Jimin with wide eyes. The cat hybrid nodded pressing a light kiss to his hair. Jungkook melted against the touch.

Jimin helped him pull his shirt over his head. He couldn’t do it alone, it hurt too much. You were faced with the countless bruises those men had inflicted on him. They had kicked him and punched him, dragged nails over his soft stomach leaving claw-like marks. And they said hybrids acted like animals.  

“Good boy,” you said. Jungkook flushed to his ears at the praise. “Thank you. Now I’m going to take care of you, yeah?”  

First you checked if his ribs were broken and was relieved to find that they weren’t, only bruised. If there was a crack or a break they would have to go to a doctor or you would call one to your house. That level was far above yours. You treated his wounds to the best of your ability being careful not to make his feel uncomfortable. You tried to avoid skin contact unless it was necessary because Jungkook was very sensitive.  

When you were done Jungkook tried to put his shirt back on.  

“Wait,” you said. Jungkook instantly paused, his frame stiffening. It hadn’t been meant as a command but the boy was quick to comply. You ached for him. “Your shirt is torn and bloodied, it can’t be comfortable.”  

His ears flattened against his head. “But it’s the only one I have.”  

You wanted so bad to hug him and tell him that it was okay but that would only serve to frighten him. “I have a few spare shirts, I’ll bring some for the two of you. Is that okay?”  

They looked at each other like they couldn’t quite believe their luck. They were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But there was no punchline.  

You looked at them waiting for an answer.  

“Please,” Jimin said. “Thank you.”  

The master bedroom was on the same floor. It was connected to the walk in closet divided in two parts, one for Him and one for Her. Only that there was no Him any more. The sections were large and they had been close to filled on both sides. When he had packed up his bags and left, leaving you alone in the too large house, he hadn’t taken everything with him. There were simply too many things. He had joked that he would have spare clothes in case they came over for a movie night with the boys.

They hadn’t. Since your breakup you had barely seen each other and it wasn’t only because of your schedules. You had parted as friends but to what extend could you be simply friends with the man you had dedicated your life to for three years? The man you thought you were going to marry?  

You shook your thoughts away and picked up a deep blue shirt he had left behind. It had been one of his favorites once but he had grown out of his love for it. He had been wearing it all the time when you had traveled Europe together. He had stopped wearing it gradually after that until a time came he forgot about it and never wore it again.  

It made you feel nostalgic.

Remembering the hybrids in your living room you picked up two more shirts and closed the door behind you.  

The two boys were exactly where you had left them. John was occupying himself with a book on an armchair far enough from them to leave them some space and close enough to observe them and look out in case something happens.  

You laid the three shirts next to them on the couch. “I think these will fit you. You can try them on in the bathroom.”  

They did as they were told, thanking you many times. You showed them where the bathroom was and left them to change.  

“Will you take them to a center?” John asked, briefly looking over his book.

“No, I doubt that’s a good idea. You know I don’t like those places. They’re like prisons.” The memories of the ones you had been to before weren’t pleasant. Hospital white and iron silver in the back rooms. There was nothing friendly, nothing homey about these places except the rooms that were displayed to the ones looking to adopt. Those were decorated in dreamy pastel colors to appeal to buyers. “In the end it’s their choice and they don’t look like they want to go.”  

John hummed. “And what will you do with them? Y/N Y/L/N will adopt a hybrid?”

You had never had a hybrid before and most of your friends didn’t  either. You couldn’t remember a time before hybrids existed but you could remember a time when you hadn’t yet seen one up close. The experimental phases of the DNA manipulation ended only a year or two before you were born. That’s when the first hybrids were born by surrogate mothers. It was still work in process and the results weren’t guaranteed.  

The creation of hybrids had come close to being outlawed before the first one could be born. There were many reasons concerning moral dilemmas and questions that made a lot of sense then. Many of them still did. Nevertheless, hybrids were born and trained like pets, with the purpose to offer company and entertainment to their owners like a pet would.  

But hybrids weren’t pets, they were people. They acted like people and thought like people. What the scientists had been counting on to provide companionship was what ruined their plans.  

The year you were born many hybrids had been born too. For a few years, many hybrids had been scientifically engineered with the desired qualities. Scientists could choose the animal and the traits the baby would inherit. Hybrids were owned by the public then, hundreds of them going through the training process for at least seven to eight years. Scientists were afraid that they would rebel and cause chaos so they didn’t make many of them. Most of them were sterilized.  

Other than in big cities people only saw hybrids and heard about them on TV. They were something that happened but wasn’t necessarily real to them. It was like hearing about something happening in the other side of the world. It didn’t concern them so they didn’t pay it any mind.  

You had first seen a hybrid when you moved to Los Angeles at sixteen. Hybrids were more common in the city. You were at an event with your parents. A few people had brought their hybrids with them, dressed up in Gucci and Channel, wearing diamond and sapphire collars. They were greatly admired and a lot of people said that they would bring their own hybrids next time too.  

While everyone was commenting on the hybrids’ appearances and praising their clothes, you were more focused on the way hybrids glued their eyes on the floor and lowered their heads. Their owners did what they pleased to them, kissed their necks and made them bend forward or show off any part of their bodies. Most of the hybrids seemed uncomfortable or outright embarrassed. You had found it disgusting.  

Jungkook and Jimin came out of the bathroom together, Jimin supporting the bunny hybrid. You had treated his injuries too, they were a lot lighter than Jungkook’s. The relief on the other’s face had been clear and overwhelming when you told them.  

You tried to give them your best smile. “Isn’t that better? Are you feeling comfortable.”  

“Yes,” Jungkook spoke up. So far Jimin had been doing most of the talking so far. “Thank you.”  

Jimin had both hands on his lap and he was looking down at them. “We have to leave… There is someone, Namjoon. We have to find him.”  

“Is Namjoon your owner?”  

Jimin run his hands through his hair. “He’s – He’s our-“ He couldn’t find the right words. “He’s ours, he takes care of us.”  

You wondered where he was when they were abused and beaten if he took care of them. You dismissed the thought as quickly as your mind brought it up. You were no judge, you couldn’t judge people from your limited perceptive. It left chills thinking about these men gripping Jimin’s neck and forcing their hands on his body, touching harshly and pinching, thinking about the kicks they landed on Jungkook and the punches he had to take.  

“Do you want to leave? You aren’t well enough to walk yet,” you said looking at Jungkook, he wasn’t just limping, he couldn’t sit upright without someone supporting him. “You can stay here, I promise you can leave any time you want but please don’t go now. If something like this happens again…”  

The implication hovered in the air. If something like that happened again they wouldn’t make it out alive.  

Jungkook suddenly sniffed and his eyes welled up with fresh tears.” Namjoonie,” he whined. Jimin buried his face in Jungkook’s dark brown hair.

You made a decision, rash decisions like these weren’t your best but none of them turned out terribly wrong. “We can go look for him with Jimin and you can rest. John will drive us and then we’ll return here and you can sleep the night in one of the cozy beds in the guest rooms. How does that sound?”  

Jungkook turned huge doe eyes to Jimin. “Please.”  

Jimin pushed back the youngest’s hair and placed a light kiss on his forehead. “I’ll go and bring him here, Kookie.”  

♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬♬♩♪♩

Finding Namjoon was easier than you had imagined. Jimin knew exactly where he would be. John parked the car near the place you had found Jungkook and Jimin earlier and got out with you. He wouldn’t let you go out alone in the shady alleyways of the city. He would have preferred you not going at all.

In one of the alleyways at the edge of the city near a small forest, Jimin suddenly leaped and disappeared from their view.

“Where did he go?” you asked. He was nowhere to be seen. You couldn’t help but start to worry.

“Their den might be there.”John had a flashlight with him, he always carried emergency items. He didn’t move to pull it out.” The forest is dangerous at night. It’s a very comfortable place for criminals and psychos.”

You snorted. “With you I’m never afraid. What can criminals do to my big strong bodyguard?”

John rolled his eyes.

The numbers on your phone screen read eleven. Four hours had passed since principal photography had wrapped up. It felt like much longer with everything that had happened. It was the last thing on your mind right  now.

The truth was that you didn’t exactly know how to treat hybrids. You were a firm believer that they should be treated like humans at the core but that belief didn’t extend to small things. Media insisted hybrids should be treated like a pet would, with affection, sweet words and descipline. They should submit to you and follow your orders.

You hadn’t been exposed that much to hybrids because very few of your friends were owners. Taylor’s mother owned a young persian cat hybrid who was a few years younger than you. She treated her almost like a daughter but it was expected from her to be obedient unlike a human of the same age. Taylor had admitted that she would like a hybrid too but it would be difficult to take care of them because of all the traveling she was doing and her responsibilities.

Back in the village you grew up in there was only one hybrid. The owner was a man that had been living there for a couple of years. He had stayed at the hotel you owned at first and later expressed his desire to invest in your business. His input had been appreciated, only a few years later profit had increased by fifty eight percent and still rising. He was a great businessman but not the best owner. He wasn’t exactly bad because he was never caught abusing or degrading his hybrid but he didn’t pay any mind to him. You didn’t know much, it wasn’t your place to pry.

“Did he bolt?” John asked after ten minutes of Jimin not showing up.

“He wouldn’t leave Jungkook behind.” You had seen the way the two of them held each other. Their bond was strong and deep, they hurt when the other was in pain. Jimin would come back.

John sighed, he did that a lot. More when he was tired and he clearly was. This movie had taken a lot out of you both. “And what are you planning to do when he gets back and brings over his friends? Do you even know what to do with hybrids?”

You would have felt offended if it wasn’t John speaking. The bodyguard was like a father to you and after close to ten years he knew you inside out. You had never expressed the desire to buy or adopt a hybrid but the truth was that you had thought briefly about it. It was lonely in the huge house by yourself. Your friends all had work that required traveling and it was rare for all of you to be in the same place and find time to hang out.

“I didn’t say I was going to keep them,” you said. “Jungkook has to get better first and then they can leave any time they want. Maybe tomorrow we will wake up and they will be gone. I just want to offer them a safe place for the night.”

“You know it’s illegal for hybrids to be roaming the streets when they don’t have owners. They don’t seem like they are registered in the independent system either.”

No, they didn’t. Hybrids registered in the independent system always carried their ID around. Hybrids that didn’t have Ids were taken by services and returned to hybrid centers.

“I just want to offer them a place for the night,” you repeated. “It’s scary being out here alone with no home. Would you just leave them injured like that?”.

John frowned. “I wouldn’t but it’s my job to protect you and ask questions. It could be dangerous having three wild hybrids in your house.”

You placed a hand on his arm. “I’ll have you there too, you can stay the night. Hybrids rarely show aggressive behavior. They wouldn’t harm me without reason.”

Police was very strict on hybrids. After twenty years scientists were still worried about some aspects of hybrids so they were kept in check. In some states it was legal to put down hybrids if they caused harm to someone.

After a few more minutes a silhouette took shape in the dark alleyway, followed by another. As they got closer you recognized Jimin’s light hair and cat ears. He walked slowly, careful of his injuries.Behind him there was another hybrid. He was much taller than Jimin with gray hair. His wolf ears were the same color and if it wasn’t for their light pink underside they would be one with his hair. His clothes consisting of a jacket, a t-shirt and jeans that were dirty but in good enough condition.  

His hazel eyes flitted to you, you almost looked away at the intensity. A low growl escaped him. John stepped closer to you.  

“You must be Namjoon,” you said as non-threatening as she could. “My name is Y/N.”  

The wolf hybrid continued glaring at you. Jimin held on his arm. Namjoon’s eyes grew softer as he looked at the younger boy.  

“She saved us,” Jimin said. His voice was still shaky from the incident. “She saved me, she saved Jungkookie. She treated him. She has a nice house, we can spend the night there. Please, Kookie is there.”  

Namjoon’s hard gaze found yours. “Why did you help them? What do you want?”  

“To get a ‘save someone’ prize. Why do you think I helped them?” Sarcasm was your default. It slipped past your lips on instinct. Thinking about it, it probably wasn’t the best reaction in this situation. Jimin was smiling softly looking down at his feet, so it mustn’t be that bad. “They were being attacked. The right question is, who wouldn’t help them?”  

Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “Most people wouldn’t spare them a second thought.”  

“Well, then most people are assholes,” you said. Exhaustion was creeping up on you and putting on a front was too hard. “Now that we’ve settled that, will you come to my house? I’m not going to hold you hostage, you can spend the night and leave in the morning. Jungkook needs a comfortable place to sleep and I can give you that.”  

Namjoon softened at that. One look at Jimin’s hopeful expression and he nodded. “I still don’t trust you.”  

You shrugged. “That’s okay, it’s your right not to. As we established, most people are assholes.”  

He didn’t smile but you noticed the corners of his lips twitching. A good sign.  

“John, lead the way.”  

♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬♬♩♪♩

You unlocked the door and stepped inside. Jungkook was where you had left him. You had turned on the TV for him and he was engrossed in an episode of Arrow. His ears perked up when the door opened and in the blink of an eye he had turned his head to their direction. A big smile took over his face.

Namjoon didn’t waste time to run to him. He cradled his head softly and looked over his injuries. He growled at his swollen eye, the bruises and the cuts. After making sure Jungkook was fine in health he rubbed his nose in the younger’s neck. He was scenting him.

You had heard of the act for the first time when you were visiting a hybrid rehabilitation center as part of your charity work. You had learnt a lot more about hybrids there. Information was power to you and you didn’t like to admit you were ignorant about something yet you mostly were. Never having a lot of contact with hybrids and watching the bare minimum of television and the news you only knew the very basics.

In the center, an employee had explained to you that hybrids had specific characteristics from their animal counterparts and scenting was one of them. Their sense of smell was heightened therefore it was easy to tell apart the scents of people. Hybrids would scent their owner or another hybrid if they got territorial. The employee told you that sometimes it was just comforting to smell their scent on someone they love or smell like someone they loved.

That’s what Namjoon was doing to Jungkook but you weren’t sure if he was doing it to comfort Jungkook or himself.

Tentatively you took a step forward.

Namjoon’s ear twitched and a low growl filled the room. John went to step between the two of you but you stopped him with a hand in the air. If Namjoon was wary of you, he would feel highly threatened by John. Bringing forth his instinct of flight or fight was the last thing on your wish list.

“Joon, this is Ms Y/N,” Jungkook said with a tiny smile. “She’s letting us stay in her home tonight. Did you see the view? It’s beautiful.”

You raised her open hands slowly, Namjoon shouldn’t be getting any wrong ideas. “Do you want me to show you to your room? It’s late and personally I’m exhausted. I think all of us could use some sleep.”

“I can sleep here,” Jungkook offered. “I like the TV.”

You chuckled. “The rooms have TVs as well, don’t worry. I have a guest suit with two beds a few floors down. It’s disconnected from the rest of the house. Would you like to go there?”

“Disconnected?” Jimin asked slowly. He was still standing by the door.

“You’ll see what I mean if you come downstairs,” you said. “It sounds weird, I know.”

Namjoon didn’t protest, which was a little surprising, picking up Jungkook and following you. He was careful with the younger’s body, doing his best not to jostle him much. Halfway down the staircase you remembered that your house has an elevator. It would be easier to get Jungkook down that way but you dismissed the thought. Being trapped in a small space with three hybrids, one of which was a predator and didn’t trust you, didn’t sound like an ideal situation.

More like the beginning of a tasteless horror movie.

Jimin looked around entranced at all the levels, trying to take everything in. His eyes sparkled as he gazed at the pool on the ground floor, the game room and the library. He stiffened a little when you took the smaller staircase winding down to the guest suite.

You continued moving to show them that it was okay.

“You can sleep here,” you said. A living room, a bedroom with two beds and a bathroom made up the guest suit. You turned on the TV for Jungkook and put the remote on one of the beds. “If you need anything I’ll be upstairs. Rest well, goodnight.”

Jimin’s voice stopped you at the stairs. “Thank you… for everything. Thank you.”

Namjoon had let Jungkook down on one of the beds and they were all looking at you.

“No need to thank me, I’m not an asshole.” You looked at Namjoon who turned away from your gaze.

Tomorrow would be a new day.  

#bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts hybrid au #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader #taehyung x reader #hybrid fanfiction #jikook #jimin x jungkook #bts series #bts imagine #poly!bts x reader

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mbti✨ Testing The Commander's Restraint 👿🥝

entj (the commander)

x

intp (the logician)

couple

&

enfp (the campaigner)

friend

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[hanging out, entj meeting intp's friends]

enfp: wait so entj you're from Australia?

entj: no, i'm from New Zealand. 🇳🇿

enfp: ohhhh ok 👌

intp: yep they're a lil kiwi [pats entj on the head]

enfp: like... the fruit...??

entj: no like the bird. the kiwi is our national bird.

enfp: wait why do you have a fruit as your national bird??

entj: *camera looks* [whispers as they take a drink] oh my god

[later in the night after quite a few drinks🍻]

entj: *says something about making sandcastles as a kid* 🏖

enfp: wait are there beaches in New Zealand??

entj: *eye twitching* [appalled at the question]

intp: [cackles]

enfp: ahaha, what?? was that a dumb question?? is New Zealand like famous for surfing or something...

intp: [still laughing]

enfp: ahaha, what?! do they have a ton of beaches or something?? 😂

entj: 🤨 IT'S AN ISLAND?! 🏝

enfp: op! pfffffttttt!!

intp: [laughing so hard it's silent] 🤣[catches breath] ahhh... enfp...

enfp: [giggling] aha, wat?

intp: where- mhmhaha- where is New Zealand?

enfp: welllll... issa island, so i wanna say... in thee ocean??

entj: 😵🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

intp: [bursts into laughter] 🤣[in between laughs] aha- which- ahaha- enfp- which ocean do you think it's in??

enfp: the... atlan-

entj: OH MY!! [face palm] 🙄🤦‍♀️/🤦‍♂️/🤦

enfp: thee... Indi- wait is Indian an ocean??

intp: [holding onto entj so they don't topple over with laughter]

entj: yes that's an ocean, but NEW ZEALAND NOT IN THE INDIAN OCEAN!

enfp: ok ok final- *hicups* final guess, the- um- southern one.

entj: WHAT SOUTHERN ONE?!

enfp: [throws arms up in victory] oh oh! i know where it is! it's the farthest south continent!!

entj: [hair catches fire like hades] ANTARCTICA?!?!?!?!🤯🤬

enfp: OH SHIT! AHAHHAHA 😂

intp: [to entj] welcome to Murica!! 🇺🇸

entj: what do they teach you people in school?!

enfp: [in a country accent] how on the third day, god created the remington bolt action rifle to fight off the dinosaurs- [pauses]

intp and entj at the same time: and the homosexuals!!

enfp: AHAHHAHAHAHA!!

[all clink glasses together 🍷🍸🍹]

#mbti #16 personalities #based on true events #mbti humor #mbti memes #entj #entp #intj #intp #enfj #enfp #infj #infp #estj #estp #istj #istp #esfj #esfp #isfj #isfp #mbti couples #mbti friendships #mbti relationships #mbti entj #mbti intp #mbti enfp #i love my enfp and they have mannny talents but geography is not one of them 😂 #entj and i blame the american education system #btw new zealand is in the south pacific lol

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Doorbloggr Master Post 2.0

Hello readers of nerdy stuff. On this blog I talk about all the obsessions and silly thoughts that fill my head. I originally had a Masterpost that linked to every article I make on here, but since it got a bit long, I've decided to just make a new Masterpost linking to my two most important topic categories.

Dinosaur/Palaeontology Posts and Weekly Media Recommendations.

Here's all posts about Dinosaurs and Palaeontology

PaleoArt and Monster Hunter

Your Dinosaurs Are Wrong; A Brief Guide

Your Pterosaurs Are Wrong

Your Dinosaurs Are Not Dinosaurs

Cool Dinosaur Feather Facts

The Dinosaur Lip Debate

Dinosaur Name Changes

PaleoMedia; Outdated ≠ Unscientific

Palaeontology's History of Spinosaurus

Monster Hunter Ceratopsians

Mouth on Legs; Carnotaurus

Stem Birds and Derived Fish

Real Fossil Pokémon

Sauropod Forelimbs; Giants on Tiptoes

Great Jaggi; The Jurassic Park Monster

The Dinosaur Scavenger Debate

Dinosaurs of the World 1; Australia + Antarctica

Dinosaurs of the World 2; Asia

Dinosaurs of the World 3; Africa

Dinosaurs of the World 4; Madagascar + India

Dinosaurs of the World 5; Europe

Dinosaurs of the World 6; South America

Dinosaurs of the World 7; N. America (Appalachia)

Dinosaurs of the World 8; N. America (Laramidia)

Where are all the medium sized Theropods?

Anagenesis in Ceratopsians, Briefly

An Update on Spinosaurs

Dinosaur Swords and Shields; Thyreophorans

There is no dinosaur named Troodon

Here's all my Weekly Media Recommendations posts

#1-Blend S, Savage Garden

#2-Mori Calliope, Food Wars, Bill Wurtz

#3-Mob Psycho 100, Kobayashi's Dragonmaid, Chainsaw Man

#4- Full Metal Alchemist, Monster Hunter Rise, Kiss From a Rose

#5- K-On!, Komi Can't Communicate, Last Train Home

#6- Goblin Slayer, Keijo!!!!!!!!

#7- Dinosaur YouTubers

#8- Jamiroquai, Chromeo, Lofi Girl

#9- Demon Slayer, Miitopia

#10- Leighton Night (w/BW), Caramelldansen

#11 - Love, Chunibyo & Other Delusions, Monster Hunter Stories 2: Wings of Ruin

#12- Omae Wa Mou/Tiny Little Adiantum, Foolish Heart, The No Pants Dance

#13- The Metamorphosis, What a Fool Believes, Death Note

#14- That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime, Ninja Sex Party

#15- The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles, Spy x Family

#16- Top 3 fave Songs/Anime/Games as of 22/8/21

#17- Spice and Wolf

#18- MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name), Rosario x Vampire

#19- Twilight Princess (manga), Dr Stone

#20- Deltarune (Chapter 1+2)

Interlude 1 - What I've been doing instead

#21 - KonoSuba, Combatants Will Be Dispatched!

#22- Candy Flurry, Rock DJ

#23- Sakamoto Days, Sail

#24- Minecraft

#25 - 1984, Dragon Quest XI

#26 - Arcane, Cowboy Bebop

#27 - Pokémon Legends Arceus

#28 - Closer (Spiralmouth), Komm Susser Tod

#29 - The Legend of Vox Machina

#30 - Science Youtubers Part 2

#31 - Little Witch Acadamia

#32 - My Dress-Up Darling, Highschool of the Dead

#33 - Fire Force

#34 - Prehistoric Planet

#35 - Rerecommend: Spy x Family, Komi Can't Communicate

#36 - Zombie Land Saga, Love After World Domination

#37 - Critical Role

#38 - Brand New Animal (BNA)

#39 - Cyberpunk Edgerunners, Castlevania (Netflix)

#40 - The Rising of the Shield Hero

#41 - Long Form YouTube Videos: Documentaries and Video Essays

#42 - Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken!, World's Smallest Violin

#43 - Bocchi the Rock!, Trash Taste Podcast, Sarah Z

#44 - Lycoris Recoil, Pokémon Scarlet/Violet

#45 - The Pikmin Series

#46 - Dungeon Meshi, Disco Elysium

#47 - Romantic Killer, Nier Automata

#48 - Nimona

Happy Reading!

#masterpost #blog #blogpost

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Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Twenty Years Separated and Getting Divorced 

Notes:

This is inspired by Sweet Home Alabama, with Reese Witherspoon and Josh Lucas. 

Plot: After 20 years you finally come back to the town you grew up in, which is now basically non-existent except for a couple ghost buildings and wild cows to find your husband and his family, who are the only ones crazy enough to still live there, and get your fucking divorce finalised.

Warnings: Swearing, divorce? 

~~~

Hoyt sees me strolling up to the house before I even reach the porch. Our eyes meet, a short moment of nostalgia passes quickly- and World War 3 begins. 

“Well, hi to you too! Just fabulous to see you, after… half a goddamn century.” Charlie gets up from his seat on the porch and now stands up to 5 feet taller than me… because he’s still on the god forsaken porch and I’m the ground. Goddamn, his ego’s still as big as that ridiculous hat that he’s wearing now. Since when is he sheriff? He didn’t even go to college- I know; I’ve been married to him since we were 18. “Fucking city slicker.”

My jaw falls open. City slicker?? “You know damn well I grew up right here, you two-bit drama queen. And I live in Alice Springs now. Maybe it ain’t your country but it is still butt crack nowhere, you old fucking coot!” After a second, I also say. “And I’m not even 50 years old yet, you asshole!”

“Pft.” He chews on something in his mouth, maybe his cheek, and sets his jaw. “You lived here, what? 20 years ago then? If you wanna get specific about it.” Okay, that’s better, more accurate at least, but I could’ve done without the attitude. “You lived somewhere else more than half your life- don’t go gettin’ excited and acting like you’re a local.”

I mean, going by that logic I’m a fuck-ton more southern then he is- Australia’s as southern as it gets without living in Antarctica. But I digress. We need to get this show on the road.

“I did not come all the way here to argue with you Charlie.” I roll my eyes and sigh deeply, stomping up the porch stairs to meet him at the top, scrunching up my shoulders and feeling slightly sick when he leans over the steps a moment later and spits thick brown shit into the dirt. Why is he always spitting? Why! If he has excess saliva like that, he should go get himself checked out! And if he’s chewing tobacco, then he fucking needs to stop! Restraining myself from saying so though by taking a deep breath as he straightens up again, I instead hold out the A4, manilla yellow envelope that encases our divorce papers - already signed by me, - to him… which he just looks at, of course. Difficult, ancient bastard. “I’ll pay!”

“Is that your way of askin’ for a divorce, honey bear?”

“Why, yes.” I smile, already feeling the relief of cutting ties from this man.

“Then I sweetly decline.” The smile is wiped off my face, and sketched onto his instead. He turns around and goes on into his home, letting the screen door slam shut hard behind him, too, after he gets in.

I sigh in frustration, close to a scream and stand there uselessly for a second before barging in after him and am about to yell for him to get back here, before a rustling sound alerts me to the door on my right and Luda Mae comes out of it. Closing it carefully shut behind her.

Immediately, my mood calms down considerably and I feel a startling, familiar warmth in my chest. The mood Charlie put me in just a second ago all but disappears seeing her. “Luda Mae!”

The moment she realises it’s me, she beams. “Oh, dear. I thought I heard you arguing outside with Hoyt, but I didn’t believe it!”

“Hoyt?” I blink, still smiling but in a confused way. Am I missing something?

“O-oh, I meant Charlie. Sorry, baby.”

After a tight hug we let go and assess each other.

I’m happy to see that she looks healthy. A little sweaty and tired, but she’s always been that way. It’s hard to not be, living here. It’s hot all day, every day - hell, they barely have winter in this part, -, and she’s never really been a summer kind of girl. I suggested to her a couple times that she could move away, but she always said that this is where their family had always lived- and they will always live here. Its where Charlie got it from.

I’m just getting to her eyes, and noticing of course immediately, the sad change in them from the last time I was here and forming a way to ask her if she’s okay when she tucks some grey hair behind her ear and asks me how I am. To be polite of course, I answer. Expecting to ask her the same right after.

“Aw, I’m doing just fine! Trying to get your stubborn son to give me a divorce, but apart from that life’s treating me well. I would love it if you could come visit me sometime in Australia, I have a guest bedroom where I picked the wallpaper and I just know you would love it. Soon as I looked at it, it was so you!” Her eyes brighten at the idea and she’s about to, bashfully decline I’m guessing, but Charlie stomps heavily down the old wooden stairs again like the attention seeking hippopotamus that he is. Has to let everyone know he’s entering. I roll my eyes. “Why don’t you just get a career on the stage, Charlie; They’ll announce your entrance for you. Jee-sus. Save you some time!”

He flashes me an unimpressed and joyless smile, as Luda Mae covers her mouth - not to hide her laughter from her son, but to be polite. She’s classy; I always liked that about her. In fact, I tried to be just like her growing up… I failed, but I still admire the quality on her, - and laughs a bit at my quip. Pride blossoms in my chest and makes me smile wider.

“You keep sweet talking me like that and I’ll never divorce you.”

My smile turns into a scowl and glare. “What do you want from me?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” He stops beside Luda and drops the barrel of his shotgun back against his shoulder, like a soldier in Buckingham palace. What does he need that for right now?! “Besides, I’m too expensive for you darlin’.”

“I hate you.” I say slowly, so it gets through his skull and he understands. “And you hate me.” He nods in agreement, still looking far too smug and pleased with himself. “So why can’t we get divorced and never talk again?!” I fail to see a downside!!

“Cuz I like to see your feathers all ruffled.”

“You-“ A slew of insults are about to break free of my lips, but a loud, popping bang comes from the kitchen like something tried to get out, making me look startled from the closed door to the room, to Charlie and Luda Mae. “What was that!?”

“Well… “Charlie looks thoughtful for a second, like he truly doesn’t know what to tell me, before slowly turning his gaze on Luda. “I believe Momma just blew up her pie.”

“Wha- “For half a second, Luda Mae looks like she’s about to slap her son all the way to Tim Buk Tu, before smoothening out her features again and turning back to me. Pasting an honestly believable, bashful smile on her face and speaks in a restrained voice that gives away her displeasure. “Yes. Must have lost track of time.”

Well, clearly that’s a bare faced lie. “Nice try. Charlie can pull off a lie like that, but you cant, Luda. What is it?”

Her smile softens and in two seconds she has smacked Charlie -not enough to hurt. It’s just a warning slap for trying to make her sound like a bad baker when we all here know how great she is, - and takes my arm in hers, guiding me across the hall and into the living room. “Really darling, its nothing. Thomas’ havin’ a bad day. I’m sure he’ll buck right back up though when he sees you! Are you going to stay for dinner?”

Looking behind us, I squint dangerously at Charlie. “If Charlie won’t sign these now, I might not have a choice!” Turning back to Luda, I genuinely smile. “But I would genuinely love to stay and see Thomas and Monty too, and eat your cooking! Thank you for the invitation. Maybe I can help with dinner! I have gotten better since the last time I was here.”

Charlie scoffs at my words, walking in after me and beating us to the chairs. He drops down in a recliner while Luda sits us down on the couch together. “You mean when you broke my oven?” She grins, a cheeky glint in her eye and I sigh, embarrassed.

“Yes… “Giggling, I cover my face a moment before jumping back into the fray. “But I really have gotten better!”

“I’d love to see that dear.” And the great thing is, she really does seem to. She would give any number of chances just to see one of her kids - me included, even if I am just her daughter in law. For now, - succeed. For a moment the room is just silent, and I let myself remember what it was like to be here all the time - the good things, I mean. Don’t you worry though, I remember the bad things like fighting tooth and nail with Charlie better the anything, - and how that felt, before Luda claps her hands.

She doesn’t like emotional stuff, Luda. Charlie’s a drama queen, but that’s where the emotion showing stops in this family. Thomas takes after his mother in not being too emotional, ever, and Monty prefers to keep to himself. He always has, and he goes by that philosophy regarding everything. “Well, I’m assuming there’ll be no driving off after dinner- the airport is a solid 4-hour drive! And you will not be driving that long at night.” She sets me with a cold, stern look over her glasses for a moment and even though I’m a 40-year-old woman, I submissively nod to her like a teenager. “You’ll stay in the spare room! Hoyt- Charlie. Sorry. Go change the sheets in there, and I’ll go get Monty to give you company while I start up dinner! Chop chop.”

“Wh- Did you forget she’s here tryin’ t’ divorce me, Momma? I ain’t offering the bitch any pleasantries like that! -“

“You will and you will do it with your mouth shut, Charlie.” Luda Mae gets up to her feet and Charlie and I both crane our necks to see her face. She gets much quieter, and her gaze goes dark like a parents’ does when they’re pissed. “And watch your mouth.”

Charlie bows his head and gets up from his seat, going off to do as she says. “R-Right, momma.”

My grin gets so big it turns into a laugh, leaning back into the couch cushions as I watch Charlie walk off up the stairs, flipping me off when Luda leaves the room.

~~~TIME SKIP~~~

In the middle of the night, I get the bight idea to get the divorce done, immediately. If I don’t, I’ll just let time fly by again with Luda Mae and Monty, and Thomas who’s a grown up now, and I’ll never get it done. It has to be done now.

So I get out of bed, pull on my coat since I didn’t bring my dressing gown, grab the manilla file and a pen and leave the room. It doesn’t take me long to get to Charlie’s, seeing as its just down the hall, and I don’t knock before barging in. I close the door veeeeery slowly, and quietly, then sneak around to his side of the bed and take the shotgun that’s leaning against the bedside table, the handgun that sits on it, and the knife under his pillow- I still know my husband, thank you very much. And I know that if he hears someone in his room at night eh will not think or look, before shooting me in the head.

Dropping all the weapons carefully on the armchair in the corner of the room, no longer trying to be quiet as I sit down on the side of his bed that Charilie is not sleeping on. His eyes burst open at feeling the bed dip, and as he looks over to my form, his hand reaches out to grab the handgun of course, and… he calms down immediately to his cranky, exhausted, middle-of-the-night mess. “Y/N? What the fuck are you doing in here?? This ain’t your room anymore, piss off!”

“I know that, silly!” As he forces himself to sit up and carefully lean his back on the headboard, I hold up the manilla folder. I beam. “Just thought this would be a good time to get our affairs in order!”

“Well,” He takes a gulp from the water on his nightstand. He swallows it like it’s a rock, or a large pill. Is it even water? “You were wrong.”  

“Au contrair, mon frair.” I grin, looking around behind me and on the other side of the room for something hard to write on. Ah! Hopping off the bed for a second, I grab a large hardbacked recipe book. “It is the perfect time! You’re sleepy, which makes you 90 percent more likely to be swayed into signing these papers.” I pop the book on his lap, along with the appropriate papers and the pen. “There you go; Now remember, once you sign these, we never have to look at each other’s faces, ever, again. Think about how lovely that’ll be.”

Still with the suspicious liquid at his chin, Charlie slowly raises his eyebrows at me. “Girl, you better get those papers off my lap right now or I’m gonna tear ‘em up.”

“Eep!” Immediately, I snatch them back. Then glare at him as he takes another sip of the drink. “Please.”

“Ain’t no good manners ever made any difference with me.”

I let out a deep sigh, in utter frustration at him.

I turn fully to him, completely comfortable seeing him in his bed shirt and boxers this way- it’s been 20 years and his hair’s going grey, but it still feels natural, fine, to be like this with Charlie. That does not, though, mean that I want to be here. I cross my arms, leaning my shoulder into the headboard. “Why? Why wont you divorce me? Do you hate me that much?”

“No, ‘sweetie’. I love you that much.” I watch him as he sets his jaw, takes yet another sip and glances at me. I gesture for the glass, and he hands it to me.

Taking a gulp as I turn to settle my back against the headboard, I’m pleased to find that the water is not actually water. It’s vodka. Good, I need this after a statement like that from Charlie. “No, you don’t.”

“Don’t try to tell me what I do or don’t know.” Taking the glass back from me when I finish it off, he sets it on the table. I can tell he’s still sleepy, and aching to go back to dreamland, as his words are gentler than usual, and his movements are a struggle. “Bottom line is, Y/N. I’m finally getting everything I every wanted- and I’m not gonna to let you slip through the cracks again.”

“Hard to believe, Charlie. You never tried to contact me during those, oh, 20 years I was gone?” Turning my head, I raise my eyebrows at him.

Groaning from the effort, he turns around in his spot, takes one pillow from behind him and gives it to me. “Yeah, well, I was a bit busy helpin’ Mama raise Tommy. I never stopped thinkin’ a’ you as my wife, though. You’re mine, sugar. Whether you like it right now, or not.”

“What’s this for?” I ask, holding the pillow with a confused look.

“Sleep. Its too damn late for this conversation.” My jaw drops, as Charlie lays back down in his bed and snuggles under the blankets, closing his eyes. “If you sleep here, we can talk about this as soon as we wake up; If you go to your room, you’ll have to wait til’ dinner. Then Mama’ll make you stay another night… I suggest you lay down.” With that, he pats the bed as if as an order, and after a moment of thought I groan. Evil, conniving bastard.

I take off my jacket and lay it at the end of the bed, then get under the covers and lay down my head on the pillow, half annoyed and half ready to sleep- it is late, after all. I am pretty tired. And one more night in bed with Charlie isn’t going to kill me, besides… him still loving me? The news does give me something new to think about. It… it needs to be factored in.

A moment passes where we just lay on the different sides of the bed, him with his eyes closed and probably 2 seconds from entering a hypnogogic state and me unable to get comfortable, before I sigh in frustration again and just decide to try something.

Crossing the space between us without warning, I wrap my arms around his middle in a hug, and press my face the nook between where his throat is and his shoulder, smelling a shock of his scent for the first time in 2 decades and closing my eyes to it, trying to ignore the fast paced beating in my chest.

Goddamnit, it worked. I’m comfortable as fuck now.

Charlie doesn’t comment, thankfully, and just makes a sleepy noise and reciprocates the cuddle, pulling my body closer to him by the waist. My heart beats extra fast at it, but I try to focus on going to sleep.

Cuddling with your soon-to-be ex husband and enjoying it means nothing, right? Haha… hopefully.

#Charlie Hewitt x Reader #Sheriff Hoyt x Reader #Luda Mae Hewitt #Monty Hewitt #Thomas Hewitt #Oneshot #Charlie Hewitt x Reader Oneshot #Sheriff Hoyt x Reader Oneshot

[glass-rose-paperweight]

2020 Was A Dumpster Fire - We Didn’t Start The Fire Parody

I was originally going to turn this into a Youtube video, but it ended up being more work than I was really ready to tackle, and it was not ‘sparking joy’, so I decided to abandon the project. However, I had already written up the lyrics for the parody, so I decided I would just post them on here. Note: I ended up adding verses and lines to one of the verses so I could fit everything in that I wanted to say, and I still didn’t cover everything that happened in this fucking year. Hope you enjoy

Protests in Hong Kong, riots in India Persian Gulf Crisis, a general is dead Yemen and Libya Civil War, fires in Australia Taliban peace treaty, disease starting to spread

Boris Johnson is a clown, Britain’s on it’s own now World war three drawing closer, and Kobe died Volcanoes erupting, Impeachment trial, Tiger King And why did Mr. Peanut have to say goodbye?

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  Can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

The Senate acquits Trump, Quarantine, no testing And now we have to deal with the CoronaVirus England still has their queen, Meghan and Harry are leaving Global disasters rage as the temperature rises

States of emergency, Houston has a cheating team Stock market crash and New planet discovery Same-sex marriage in Ireland, social distance, travel banned People hoarding toilet paper, sports canceled temporarily

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  I can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

Weinstein is guilty, lockdown in Italy Summer Olympics postponed, US election year  Syria Civil War, fires in California People are starting to die, Pope Francis livestream

UFO videos, murder hornets, black holes Black Lives Matter, more fires, we’re still in June Flash floods, hurricanes, cyclones, so much rain What do you mean there’s a crack on the moon?

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  I can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

African locust swarm, Ebola’s back, Parasite won  Title IX rehaul, Austria shooting spree Gay marriage in Costa Rica, brain eating amoeba Don’t let Grimes and Elon name babies Earthquakes, no handshakes, Twitter scams with high stakes Immigration, Trump labeled "antifa" a terrorist organization

*dead silence while I ponder what the fuck this world has come to*

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  I can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

Death of RBG, School starting back virtually Longest living Pope, Protests in Thailand Chadwick Bozemen dead, we just can’t get ahead Kim Jong Un death rumors and his sister was stanned

Beirut explosion, Lake Michigan erosion Trump has Corona, Eddie Van Halen died Mars 2020 rover goes, Africa free of polio Prince Charles of Luxembourg, We might have a vaccine

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  I can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

Who will win, election night, Georgia flipping, what a sight Destiel became canon before our president Doesn’t matter anyway, speedrun bury your gays Then the actors almost died in an accident

Widest voter turnout in history, Trump calling early  Bolivian President attacked with dynamite Nevada get your shit together, Putin resignation rumor Ted Bundy artist, Alex Trebek died

Kill all the mink in Denmark, it’s Grittney bitch, stop the count Four Seasons Total Landscaping, Election over Georgia and Pennsylvania flipped blue, Trump is gonna sue *music stops* and all this happened in the FIRST GODDAMN WEEK OF NOVEMBER *moment of silence for my sanity*

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  I can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

John Oliver Memorial Sewer Plant, Joe Biden is our President Over 75 million sick, Over 1.5 million dead Most active hurricane season, US exited the Paris Agreement  Ratatouille on Broadway, and Darth Vader dead

Covid reached Antarctica, Casey Goodson, Unus Annus Y yo a ti, Cas; Zodiac killer cipher solved Sean Connery died, Aliens are real according to the Israeli guy Exploding RV in Nashville, we can’t take it anymore!

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  Let just hope we don’t have to go Through this in twenty twenty-one, ne-one (x like 9 or something) 

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  I can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  I can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

2020 was a dumpster fire It was doomed to burn When the year first turned 2020 was a dumpster fire  I can’t believe we made it Was 12 months I hated

The rhyme scheme of this song was a bitch to try and get right. Technically, it changes for the last verse, but I had already more or less written it, and I didn’t feel like messing with it, so I just said ‘fuck it’ and went with what the rhyme scheme for the rest of the song was. 

Not everything that happened this year was bad, but, man, it was a year. I’m American, so what happened was very America centric, but I tried to branch out and be international with what was going on. Even with the extra verse and extra lines, I still didn’t manage to get everything. One of the most recent developments that I just wasn’t able to include is that abortion is now legal in Argentina, whoo whoo.

#2020 #new years #happy new year #so ready for 2021 #unless i'm not #we didn't start the fire

[urfriendlyneighbornightfury]

You Make Me Smile- Jesse x Reader pt. 2/?

Sorry this took a long time to get out. School started up again and we were immediately given a project, and I had to get a new laptop, since the screen of my old laptop is broken. I had to take some time to adjust to it, since I my previous laptop was American, and my new one is German. Thanks for your patience, and enjoy the second part of You Make Me Smile Notes: Reader comes in at the end, and we learn about their origins. Yes, this is a crossover. Deal with it. My head-cannon is that Marvel and Star Wars are in the same universe, just the Star Wars galaxy is isolated from the rest of the universe. Also, your boss and co-workers get along with you, cause they don’t want to end up on the wrong side of the Avengers.

Tagging: @a-dorin​, @highlycommendable​, @littlevodika​, @thegoodbatch​, @arwenkenobi48​, @emmacata​, @dottiechan​ Let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts, or future content

 Jesse went over to the couch and sat down, Hardcase plopping down next to him. A few minutes later, Hanna came back into the living room. She placed two water bottles in front of the two clones on the coffee table and sat down cross legged in the middle of the love-seat. Momo, who was still following her human, jumped onto the love-seat and made herself comfortable on Hanna’s lap.

There was a moment of silence as Jesse watched Hanna try to figure out how to start the explanation on the secret of her and (Name), her fingers scratching the tuxedo cat’s head as she looked at the wall, her eyes distant.

Sighing, Hanna turned to Hardcase.“I really don’t know how to begin… but, as you know, (Name) and I aren’t from Coruscant. In fact, we aren’t even from this galaxy.”

Hardcase opened his mouth, confused, but Jesse hushed him. “Let her explain,” he told his brother. Hardcase nodded, closing his mouth and leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees, intent to hang on to every word.

“Our galaxy, known as the Milky Way, is practically on the other side of this part of the universe. Our planet is universally known as Terra, but the humans living there call it Earth.” Hardcase snorted in amusement. This caused a small smile to appear on Hanna’s face.

“Yeah, I never understood either why all the other planets in our Solar System are named after Roman gods and goddesses, and ours is named after dirt.” There was amusement in her tone, before it faded as she continued. “From what I last know, there are about over 7 billion humans living on Earth. And that is only a small fraction of what else lives on that planet.”

Hardcase whistled low in surprise.

“There are seven continents of land on Earth: North America, South America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, and Antarctica. Only six of these are habitable, with Antarctica being a complete tundra. Yeah, you can find nearly every known environment on Earth. Tundras, deserts, rainforests, savannahs, mountains, etc. The known oceans of Earth are the Pacfic, the Atlantic, the Arctic, the Indian, and the Southern.”

“Wow, sounds like a busy planet,” Hardcase mused. Hanna hummed in agreement.

“Each of these continents have their own countries. I come from a part of North America known as The United States. I moved around a lot as a kid, but the last place I lived with my family was in Pennsylvania, before I moved to New York City for work reasons,” Hanna said, and explained where (Name) was from. “They also moved to New York City for work reasons. We met at work, and became friends as well as colleagues.”

“And now this is where things get… complicated. When I was fifteen years old, I was visited by the Egyptian goddess, Bastet, in dreams. She is the goddess of cats and protection. She granted me the abilities of a Snow Leopard. Meaning I am faster, stronger, have more stamina, etc. than a normal human. I can also walk on top of snow.”

“Somehow, when I got these abilities, it triggered something humans of Earth have called the X-gene, which grants a mutational power, ability, etc. It ranges from one mutation to more. So, not only do I have this blessing from Bastet, I also have these mutations: retractable knuckle and foot claws and rapid healing factor.”“My rapid healing factor not only heals wounds, sicknesses, and regrows limbs, it essentially makes me immortal.”

“Oh. Oh.”Jesse nodded as realisation dawned on Hardcase.

“Yeah,” Hanna sighed sadly. “Human lives are fleeting when you’re immortal. And you poor boys have it worse. In comparison to an immortal life, clones are barely a second. I would have not even aged a day when my grandchildren have grandchildren.”

It made Jesse’s heart clench whenever he was reminded of Hanna’s healing mutation. He really wanted his brother, Fives, to have someone who loved him as much as he loved them. To have a loving relationship, despite regulations. But, unfortunately, Fives fell for an immortal who could probably live to the end of times, while he lived to fight and die in a war.

“Even if you did live forever, wouldn’t you at least give Fives a chance? Make him happy? I mean, we are born to fight and die in this war, but couldn’t you make him have love in his short life?” Jesse blinked at Hardcase’s seriousness, but gave a small smile, glad that his vod was so dedicated to helping Fives be happy. The only problem was that Jesse tried the same argument, only to not be able to persuade her due to certain points that he understood.

Hanna sighed sadly, and Jesse moved to sit next to her, rubbing her back. Hardcase looked confused and worried.

“I would,” Hanna began, her voice starting to tremble, “but… I have depression. It’s not major- I don’t hurt myself intentionally or have suicidal thoughts. But, it isn’t easy for me. I had a serious illness that I thankfully got rid of. Then, when I first joined the Avengers, I was alerted that my family no longer remembered me.”

Hardcase cringed.

“Well, it’s not that they forgot me, it’s just that I was replaced by an exact carbon copy of myself. Everything, down to the new bone-marrow I got, was exactly the same. Only difference was that I had powers and abilities. And for some reason, I had all her memories and experience.”

“But your cat remembers you?” Hardcase mentioned, confused. Hanna gave a sniffling laugh.

“Yeah, that’s because she ended up tagging along without anyone noticing until it was too late. She also has a carbon copy living with my family.”

“Anyway,” Hanna went on, trying to get a hold of herself. “(Name) was born with their powers. They have mostly mind-related powers- able to read minds, sense fluctuations in emotions, have telepathy, astral projection, and dreamwalking. They are also capable of certain aspects of magic. They had to teach themselves to control their powers and was later found by the same person who found me, to join a group called the Avengers.”

“Before I joined the Avengers, I was taken in by SHIELD. My mentors were two of SHIELD’s best agents. Then, the three of us became part of the Avengers. That’s where I met (Name).”

Hanna broke off her speech with a large yawn. “Sorry,” she said, “was up really early and couldn’t go back to sleep.”

“It’s fine, Hanna,” Jesse said. “You go to bed. Hardcase and I will wait for (Name) to return.”

“But I still got to show you the plans for (Name)’s birthday,” Hanna whined sleepily.

“Go to bed,” Jesse said sternly, “(Name) and I know how you end up when you don’t get sleep. Hardcase should not witness that.”

Hanna pouted. “Fine.” She scooped up Momo, and disappeared into the hallway to her room.

The moment they heard the door slide shut, Hardcase turned to Jesse.

“So, how did you meet the two? And learn their secrets?” the chaotic clone asked.“It was really bizarre,” Jesse said, recounting the meeting. 

*Flashback* 

Jesse and Kix were out in the lower levels of Coruscant. They were just walking and talking to one another, when there was a loud scream and an angry snarl/roar, followed by shouts and blaster shots. Without hesitation, both clones broke into a sprint towards where they could hear a commotion going on in an alleyway. They came to the entrance, and they couldn’t help but stop in shock at what they were seeing.

A young human (who Jesse later learned was (Name)) was herding a bunch of children of various species and ages, away from the fire fight, down a branch in the alley where it would be safer from the fight. It was that fire fight that had both clones shocked and frozen in place.

Another human, small and compact in size, was fighting a bunch of criminals. There were two metal claws on each fist, and the human was covered in blood. The criminals were firing at her, and both clones could have sworn lots of the shots were fatal hits, but the human didn’t even stop the momentum of the fight. Before Jesse and Kix could gather themselves and help, the fight was over, the last remaining criminal falling dead to the floor. The human- which they could now see was a youthful looking female, despite the blood splatterings and now tattered clothing- shook her head to get her blonde hair out of her face, chest heaving slightly in exertion. She looked up at the two stunned clones, lowering her fist. Jesse and Kix watched in shock as the metal blades slid into the girl’s hands.

“All clear,” the human female said, and the other adult human peered out of the alleyway. Seeing that it was, indeed, all clear, the human ushered the children towards the clones. Kix was the first to snap out of it, rushing to inspect the human that fought.

“I’m fine,” she waved off, “go check the kids.”

“You should be dead! A lot of those were fatal shots!” Kix fussed, looking all over the now exasperated small female.

Jesse, no longer stunned by the fight, shook himself and began checking the children, while the other human did the same. He could hear the argument between Kix and his new patient.

“How are you not dead?!”“

I’m just very hard to kill, ‘s all.”

“You’ve been shot, and there are no wounds! How are there no wounds?!”

“Oh, uh… that’s confidential.”

Jesse looked up at the same time as the other human. He knew that Kix was about to flip his lid. And that he did.

“Let’s get the kids out of here,” the other human said, and Jesse turned towards them. And was immediately frozen again. The human before him, now that he was seeing them properly, was stunning, even with their slightly ragged appearance from helping the kids and the fight. They had a bleeding wound on their arm, but it didn’t seem to bother them.

“Close your mouth, handsome. Don’t want you catching flies,” the human said cheekily, tapping their finger against his chin. He snapped his mouth shut, feeling heat rush to his cheeks.

“I- uh-” Jesse tried to say, but the human shook their head.

“We’ll talk later. For now, let’s get these kiddos to safety.” 

*End Flashback* 

“Okay, (Name), we’ve got a handle on things,” you heard your boss say. “Go home early. Have a happy birthday and a fun week off.”

“Thanks, boss!” you shouted, gathering your things and clocking out. Your co-workers also wished you a happy birthday, patting you on the back, shaking your hand, and/or hugging you, depending on their co-worker relationship with you.

Shouting a good night into the building, and receiving several “good nights” in return, you happily made your way back to the apartment.

Hanna had sent you a message earlier, saying that Jesse would be waiting for you at the apartment. She also told you that Hardcase was also there, and would know the big secret by now.

Sighing to yourself, you wondered what your boyfriend and the Avengers had planned for your big day tomorrow. Well, not just a day. The Avengers wanted to celebrate a whole week with you on a special planet that the Guardians of the Galaxy recommended. But beyond that, you knew nothing of what was planned.

It didn’t take too long to return to the apartment complex, and you eagerly went into your apartment. It had been quite a long while since you last saw Jesse, and you always looked forward to seeing him when he was back and on leave.The door to your apartment slid open, and Jesse looked towards you. A big smile split his face, and he jumped up off the couch and bounded over to you like an excited puppy.

“Cyare!”You let out a happy laugh as your lover pulled you in a hug and then pulling away to kiss you.

“Get a room!” came a shout, followed by a pillow hitting Jesse’s head.

Jesse broke off, glaring at his laughing brother. You laughed lightly.

“Hello, Hardcase,” you greeted.

“Hey (Name)!” 

“Did Hanna turn in early?”

“Yeah. We both know how she is when she’s tired,” Jesse said. “And we should turn in as well. It’s going to be a big day tomorrow!”

You laughed, and nodded. “Alright. Let me go get the guest room ready for Hardcase. There is now way he’s going back to the barracks alone at this time.”

#jesse x reader #clone x reader #clone trooper x reader #star wars reader insert

[ltwilliammowett]

The Clipper Route

In the 19th century, the clipper route was established by clipper ships between Europe and the Far East, Australia and New Zealand, which was based in the west on the Brouwer route that emerged in the 17th century. The route ran from west to east through the Southern Ocean to take advantage of the strong westerly winds of the Roaring Forties. Many ships and sailors were lost in the difficult conditions along the route, especially at Cape Horn, which the clippers had to round on their way back to Europe.

But more on that later, because first the ships had to sail out of Europe. The route developed by Hendrik Brouwer in 1611 was used for this purpose. This shortened the journey between the Cape of Good Hope and Java from almost 12 months to about 6 months compared to the earlier Arab and Portuguese monsoon route. The clippers that then also used this route were able to sail the route even more quickly due to their design.  For example, a ship sailing from Plymouth to Sydney covered about 22,130 km; a fast time for this passage would be about 100 days. The fastest passage on this route was made by the Cutty Sark in 72 days. The slightly shorter passage from London to Melbourne, 21 160 km, was made by the Thermopylae in 1868-1869 in just 61 days.

The typical clipper route (x)

The journey home, on the other hand, was difficult. This was because it led around Cape Horn, which had always been a challenge. In September 1578, Sir Francis Drake discovered Cape Horn as part of his circumnavigation of the world. This discovery remained unused for a while as ships continued to use the well-known passage through the Strait of Magellan.

In the early 17th century, the Dutch merchant Jacob le Maire set out with the navigator Willem Schouten to explore Drake's proposed route south of Tierra del Fuego. At the time the Horn was discovered, it was believed to be the southernmost point of Tierra del Fuego; the unpredictable weather and sea conditions in the Drake Passage made exploration difficult, and it was not until 1624 that the Horn was discovered as an island. It is an interesting testament to the difficult conditions there that Antarctica, just 650 kilometres away on the other side of the Drake Passage, was not discovered until 1820, even though the passage had been used as a major shipping route for 200 years.

The Brouwer Route and the Portuguese Routes (x)

The ships that survived the Horn then headed back up the Atlantic, following the natural wind circulation in the eastern South Atlantic and the westerly wind in the North Atlantic. A good trip for the 23 740 km from Sydney to Plymouth would take about 100 days; the Cutty Sark did it in 84 days, the Thermopylae in 77 days. The Lightning completed the longer distance from Melbourne to Liverpool in 65 days in 1854-1855, completing a circumnavigation in 5 months and 9 days, including 20 port days.

The later windjammers, which were usually large four-masted barques optimised for cargo and handling rather than sailing, usually completed the journey in 90 to 105 days. The fastest recorded time on the Great Grain Races was the Finnish (formerly a German flying P) four-masted barque Parma with 83 days in 1933. These were also the last ships to use this route as it became obsolete with the opening of the Suez and Panama Canals.

#naval history #clipper route #19th century #age of sail #age of steam

[lebenistgeil]