𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 ━ x f!reader.

Five

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Because it has been practically ages since he has basked in Y/n S/n's presence and beauty, it didn't take long for Cupid to conclude that at the end of the day, he should receive some sort of reward for all the hard work that he's been putting in these past few days.

Keeping his distance from the mortal was more challenging than matchmaking or breaking up any couple. It took every fiber in his being to not return to Meadowbrook which stayed in the back of his mind, taunting him. It was a test of his body, mind, and most importantly: his heart.

But his love for Y/n was as strong as death and as pure as the driven snow, he was able to come out on top and — in total — made 683 crushes, created over 3,472 couples, and 926 breakups over the course of this week. While the ending relationships broke apart within Cupid, he knew that some of the mortals were better off without a partner. It's just the way that life is, unfortunately.

They'll get over it though. Hopefully.

Then again, Cupid did find it frustrating at the individuals whose innate character flaws — selfishness, laziness, pride, fear, low self-esteem, hot-headedness — are getting in the way of finding love. It made his job all the more tricky and problematic. Perhaps he should give up entirely on those in society who curse the name of love.

If they want to be alone, then do be it. He didn't need to help them if they believe that things will run smoothly with them being in charge of their love life without some sort of extra assistance. But that wasn't the focus. Not right now.

Currently, Cupid was trying to forget today's events and shift his mind to what was truly vital in his life: Y/n. Today, he is going to take a different approach. He would revert to his human form and try to approach her as an ordinary person. Albeit a crazy idea, it would allow him to finally talk to the enchanting h/c-haired girl face to face. He longed to talk to her because simply watching her can only go so far. This way, Y/n will know that he exists (even if he is going to disguise himself as a mortal).

Does she even believe in gods and goddesses? Has she heard of him before? What does she think of Cupid, love's little angel? These inquiries flew around intoxicatingly in his mind, making his chest tighten at the idea of Y/n pushing the thought of him aside. After a moment, Cupid smacked himself out of this mindset since he was wasting precious daylight.

"I better get going." He said to himself before flying down from his heavenly realm, descending towards the mortal world below.

As he approached the ground, he veered off towards a dingy alleyway. With a flash of light, his wings disappeared, tucking themselves into his shoulder blades with a sickening squelch. The jewel-like materials on his body dissipated and vanished out of thin air but Cupid knew that they'd come back to him once he transforms back to his godly self. But now, he is an ordinary man. A bit self-conscious, Cupid peered down to take in the sight of his attire — a simple white shirt and blue jeans.

Slowly, Cupid stepped out into the grimy alley, adjusting to the sudden lack of warmth and comfort that his godly form provided. His mood soon changed as he began to look wildly around the town where Y/n lived. He felt a surge of excitement and walked down the street, looking for her.

Whilst he walked out onto the bustling streets of Meadowbrook, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. He had been watching Y/n for some time now, and he was eager to meet her. Cupid's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar face of his love interest.

Eventually, he spotted her, standing at a bus stop, looking down at her phone. What a strange device, he thought (since he has never seen the point of them). Nevertheless, he approached her slowly, taking in her beauty with each step. Y/n's eyes met his, and she smiled, offering a compliment that caused Cupid's cheeks to flush.

"Excuse me, miss, do you have the time?" Cupid asked, trying to sound casual.

Y/n looked up at him and quickly checked the time on her phone before answering, "It's 2:45." She said with an awkward smile.

"Thank you," Cupid replied, sitting down beside her.

"I'm sorry," the h/c-haired girl said, abruptly, as she turned her body to face the god of love. "Do I know you?" She asked.

Cupid chuckled. "No, you don't. My name is..." he paused for a moment, trying to decide on a believable alias. "Chris." He finished. It wasn't his best but it wasn't like he had all the time in the world to think of a name for his alter ego.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, Chris. You're really handsome." She complimented him.

Cupid felt his cheeks grow hot. He wasn't used to compliments like this. It was usually his brother who received them, so this was a surprise — to be sure — but a welcome one. "Th-thank you," he stammered. "You're very beautiful yourself."

They fell into an easy conversation, talking about everything and nothing. Cupid found himself enjoying her company more and more. He liked the way she laughed and the way she listened intently to him when he spoke.

As they talked, Cupid couldn't help but feel a growing desire to be close to her, to touch her, to kiss her. He knew he couldn't do that, not as a mortal, but the thought was tantalizing.

He was grateful for the chance to talk to her, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit nervous. As they continued to talk, Cupid found himself entranced by Y/n's natural beauty and intelligence. She seemed to light up the world around her, and Cupid was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Their chat was easy and effortless, each of them getting lost in the other's words. He felt like he could be himself around her and for that, he was eternally grateful for her being. Cupid couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found such a perfect match, and he hoped that Y/n felt the same way. Even if this is their first interaction.

As the bus approached, Cupid found himself wishing that they could spend more time together. But he knew that he would see her again soon. As the vehicle came to a halt with a mechanical hiss, Y/n stood up to her feet to unknowingly depart from the god of love. "This is my stop," she said. "It was nice talking to you, Chris." She admitted.

Cupid immediately stood up as well after she said this. "Can I see you again?" He asked, trying his best not to sound desperate but to no avail.

Y/n smiled. "Sure," she said. "Here is..." She took out a small piece of parchment and wrote on it. "My number." Much to his surprise, Cupid took the piece of paper she offered him and smiled back. He watched as she got on the bus and disappeared from view.

Before he could say anything else, Y/n finally boarded the bus, leaving Cupid to watch her go with a sense of longing and hope. He knew he had to be careful.

Mortals were fragile creatures, and he didn't want to hurt her. But at the same time, he couldn't resist the pull of her loveliness and the feeling of her presence. He would have to find a way to be with her, without revealing his true identity.

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oooo! things are beginning to get a lot more interesting!