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luveline · 4 months

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hey! would you mind writing sirius black x reader (ole flame or something) when they meet for the first time since azkaban at a meeting for the order? thank you and happy holidays!

thank u for requesting, hope this is OK! ♡

—you and sirius both get to go home eventually, 2.2k. fem

You were still kids when Sirius… went away. You thought he hurt James and Lily, and it didn't matter that you loved him because he was evil and cruel and he hurt the people he loved most in the world, and then you were outposted thousands of miles eastward, your life a shadow.

Remus sent you letters. You always answered, even when it hurt, but his last was too much to believe. You told yourself that someone forged his handwriting through a curse or some new gimmick, and then a second arrived with a smaller envelope hidden inside.

No name written on it. No Dear anything to begin.

Things are different to what you've been told. Please come home, it said. This penmanship was shaken like a hand out of practice, but something felt familiar in the curves and dots.

If Remus’ letter (and the second smaller one too) were in fact telling the truth, it means you did something awful, and so, for a while, you don't go.

Please, the next letter says, again enclosed within a larger explanation from Remus, I'm sorry. I just want to see you again.

Getting home isn't as simple as he might think. You have to picture the destination very clearly to disapparate, and you have no sustained recollection anymore of the places you used to go. You remember silly things, slices of memories; the four of them laughing in a big green field, the sweet smell of hair oil to your left; the beige walls of a rented flat where you'd lay in bed for hours, sometimes days at a time, before things got too terrible to sleep; a string-lit garden that last summer, hands of poker on a glass table. These places aren't real anymore. You can't go back to them.

Upon your request, Molly forwards you an address and a secret code.

Trains, buses, trains again. A long walk through a cold street. Some secret this or that. You arrive in the night and a frowning face ushers you in, past a painting sealed away and up the creaking stairs. You spend hours sitting on the end of a bed coated in dust waiting for the sun to rise, your back stiff with nerves. You could slip out before anyone else knows you're here, it's not as if Moody would give you away. But why did you come, if you were going to run straight back to your outpost?

You don't want Sirius’ betrayal to be true, of course. It took your breath away imagining what it would mean if he hadn't done what you thought. If it's all lies (as it seems to be), if he's innocent as he and Remus claim, it means you turned your back on him and left him to suffer, and he's still asking you to come home.

A few people stir for breakfast. Molly, who's voice you remember, and some younger sounding ones that may be her children, or perhaps the newer Order recruits. Then comes Remus’ voice. He sounds different. Less Welsh, more tired. Homely anyways as he passes your door with someone beside him.

“...any day now,” he's saying, “try not to worry.”

“I do worry. I've worried about it every day for years.”

You freeze up.

The stairs creak, Remus’ voice moving further away. “She doesn't need worrying.”

Sirius must stay at the top of the stairs for a moment. He sounds close. “I wouldn't know what she needs.”

“Come have some breakfast.”

“I'll write her again.”

“After breakfast.”

“What if she doesn't come?”

“After breakfast,” Remus insists. “She can ignore you once we've had toast.”

“I forgot how funny you are,” Sirius mutters.

Hearing his voice fills you with doubt. He sounds nothing like he used to, no easy confidence to be heard, just fatigue.

You look down at your hands. Hearing his voice has a new emotion sprouting, too. When you first learned what had happened to your friends, you felt anger like a knife everywhere you went. How could he do that to them? How could he do it to you, be that person, ruin everything you'd loved and made together? But later, when anger faded and grief ached, you'd missed the Sirius you loved. Shamefully, in longing pangs, you'd toss and turn to dreams where things were different.

Now there's a chance he might still be that person, and you're hiding from him in his own house.

“There's someone here,” Molly says as you leave your room, her voice nearly too quiet to hear from the kitchen. “Moody's told me this morning.”

“What?” Arthur asks.

“Who?” a younger voice says.

A small intermission of quiet. “Well, I don't know,” Molly says eventually, though she must have guessed it was you from the letter you sent. “But I'll need another loaf of bread. You'd better go, boys.”

“Mum,” one whines.

“Come on now.”

The stairs whimper as you descend, the bannister sticky with old gloss under your hand. Paisley wallpaper and drapes catch your eye as you pass the overflowing shoe rack. There must be more people here than you'd thought. The coat stand is similarly overloaded.

You can see into the kitchen as soon as you take the last step down. Molly stands wringing a dish cloth between her hands, two teenage boys at the kitchen table. Remus stands near her right with a cup of tea, and when he sees you, he genuinely smiles.

“Oh, good,” he says, the scar that bisects his lip pulling as he takes a sip of tea.

The teenagers turn to see you. “Bread, boys! Arthur, you can go with them," Molly says.

Arthur doesn't complain. You falter in the hallway, quiet as the trio of Weasley's leave the kitchen in their slippers to take a quiet exit from the front door. They smile politely as they go, but the boys whisper as the door shuts behind them. You wonder if they have an inkling of who you are, and then you wonder what you might say now they're gone.

Molly remains, inquisitive to know that you need privacy but also the security of her company. She was always smart like that.

“Come in, then,” Remus says.

“I–” You clear your throat. “I'm not sure I should.”

A startle of silverware against china.

Remus gives you one of his looks. It has tears threatening to well. Why didn't I fight to see him more? you think. Suddenly years have passed and he's changed, but his reassuring glances remain. It's like he's saying everything is fine, why wouldn't everything be fine? Chin up, dove.

Sirius appears in the doorway. Dark circles beneath grey eyes, his cheeks gaunt with hunger rather than the sleek sharpness he once possessed. He's still pretty, if wounded. It's as though you've found an old photo of him that's been smudged with age. He's stepped out of one of your moulding albums to haunt you.

“Angel,” he breathes, his hand clasped low on the doorway, “you're here.”

You look past him to Molly and Remus. There isn't a reality nor dimension where they'd let him stay here if they didn't believe his innocence. Remus explained it all in the letter and still you worried if he might have gotten it wrong, and simply believed what he wanted to believe, but it's not possible. Remus loved James so much, he would've killed Sirius himself if he really thought Sirius was the secret keeper who betrayed them.

So. It's a relief to be home.

You stare at him. “You look tired,” you say quietly.

“I'm fine. I am.”

He seems alright, considering. You'd even say he was handsome with his hair pushed away from his face, a dark shadow of stubble around his mouth, but he looks exhausted.

You're expecting him to say what you'd say. How could you ever think I'd do it?

Sirius was prone to similar bouts of pride, or righteousness, justice, whatever you want to call it, but he doesn't bother with that now. He looks at you as though you're the only person on earth, gaze narrowed but eyes wide, pain between his brows as he asks, “What's wrong?”

Your hand finches up to your cheek to wipe the sudden tear away. “I thought I'd never see you again.” Your Sirius.

“Don't be upset,” he pleads.

“How can I not be? I left you all alone for so long.”

He laughs roughly. “Sweetheart, what were you supposed to do?”

“Not just give up.”

“You thought it was me. That's the only thing you could've done. Either of you,” he says, gesturing backward with his hand. “It was hard… to know who to trust, at the end. It's not your fault.”

You really were only kids together, not half as in love as James and Lily, but that doesn't mean you weren't mad for each other. He looked after you. You would've had a life, you think.

“You were just gone,” you say, looking down at the floor between you, eyes tracing lines of wood grain. “Everyone. There was nobody left. And I just let you go.”

“Do you want to come here?” he asks. You lift your head. His hand is barely in front of him, fingers open, palm up.

It's like taking a stranger's hand for the first few seconds. You keep them low between you both, unfamiliar to each other. But, you find, as his fingers wrap around yours in that selfish way they used to do, squeezing rather than intertwining to make all of them fit, he remembers you.

You step a little closer, your arm to his chest, and look up at him through your lashes. It would melt him like a candle near a furnace, this look. He'd be smug or seething about something and you'd sidle in to stand between his shoes, unsure of what to say but determined to be there for him. It's the same now.

“What's wrong?” he asks under his breath.

“I left you all alone,” you repeat.

“It wasn't your choice, okay?” He smooths his free hand from your elbow to your upper arm.

Molly says something to Remus. He chuckles and says something in return. Happier to admit it if it's only for Sirius’ ears, you say, “I'm really sorry, Sirius. I miss you every day.”

“I miss you too,” he says.

You push your arms around his waist and hide your face in his chest, feeling for the lines of who he used to be, the dip of his spine in his back or the soft cotton of one of his old t-shirts. You regret hugging him at all, until he puts his arm behind your head, a shaky breath released against your crown.

I'm scared, he'd said. But I don't want you to be scared, okay? Barely twenty, he smelled of the sticky red powder on the end of matches after a night doing things he couldn't tell you about. You could tell him you loved him, and he you, but you weren't to discuss Order business. We'll be okay.

But Lily–

Everyone's going to be fine. I promise.

“You promised,” you say to yourself. Too quiet for him to hear, but he does.

“I promised you so many things I'm not sure what one you mean,” he says with a disappointed laugh.

You pull away, taking his face into two hands. “How do you feel?” you ask, ignoring the tremble working up from your wrists.

“What?” His eyes are dark.

“How are you? Did they– I mean, are you okay? Are you sick?”

“Remus has patched me up. And Cordelia, the medwitch, you know her?”

“I don't know anyone. I've been away.”

He nods sadly. “Yeah. Well, you look the same.”

“I don't.”

“You do! You look the same,” —he almost sounds happy, his lips curling into a smile— “sweetheart. Sweetheart–” He closes his eyes.

You push his hair behind his ears. “You don't look the same,” you confess, “you have wrinkles, right… here.” You touch the corners of his eyes.

“You're still beautiful.”

“Mm. You can't even see me.”

“I don't need to see you. I knew you would be.”

You rise up to kiss his cheek gently. “It's like you're back, like– like, I always felt like you were gone. And now you're home again. You are home, aren't you?”

He covers your hand with one of his. “You're here, so–”

You laugh together nervously. “Yeah, I'm here.”

“I have stuff to do to make it right.”

“Then we'll do it.”

“Okay,” he says. He swallows a breath, and wraps you in a surprisingly tight hug. “Did you read my letters?”

I don't want anything from you. Just to see you're okay.

“I read them. I'm okay. Don't I look okay?”

“You look perfect. Just like the last time I saw you,” he says. It startles you how suddenly he sounds like he did when you were young, his flirting drawl, voice velveteen.

“Not like that,” you laugh.

He pulls you as close as you can be, rough now, his arms solid around you. “I missed that,” he says, rubbing your back. “I forgot how you sound when you laugh.”

You've led very different lives. “I didn't forget yours.”

“You wouldn't. You love having things to hold against me.”

You stroke his hair. “Maybe a little.”

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 months

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Favors and Debts

Part I

Pairing: fae!Yuji/Sukuna x reader

Warnings: noncon, yandere, murder, captivity, stalking, violence (not towards reader), Sukuna having a purity kink.

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Of all creatures fickle and cruel, the fair folk are the ones inspiring fear and awe alike. You were unlucky enough to save one of them from captivity, and now you must pay for it.

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"Please, leave me be," your whisper is so quiet you barely hear yourself speak, but it's enough for the monster to bare his teeth at you in a smile.

"No," he says simply and then charges at you like a wild animal, forcing a scream out of your throat as you run and run and run until you are facing a dead wall blocking your path.

His sharp smile grows wider the closer he steps to you.

Then you wake up with a gasp, face wet with tears and cold sweat as you clench the sheets in your fingers, choking from horror. It's him again. The fae boy you saved years ago, the one who pays you back with fear and pain and nightmares. He doesn't visit you every night, not when you keep taking your sleeping pills religiously, but they are a serious thing, and your stomach keeps hurting more and more over the years, forcing you to take lesser doses. That's when the fae boy strikes, slipping into your dreams like water seeps through a crack of an old, chipped cup.

It's the same dream over and over again: he chases you down the city as you run for your life like a prey followed by predator, blinded by fear while he taunts you, his six long, muscular arms nearly catching you every time. It feels like every night he allows you to escape, but you don't think it's entirely true. Your iron and your mirrors must be keeping you safe: after all this time, he hadn't come for you yet.

You were young back then, so naive, so pure. You finally received a long-awaited recommendation letter from the head pharmacist to be allowed to work in a tiny village down south, nearly at the Drowned Forest border. You were, by far, not a superstitious girl, and the rumors didn't scare you. You were, though, quite worried about being among the simple, rural folk who weren't keen on trusting a young city girl with making their medication: truth be told, women in those places had only ever had one purpose in life, and it had nothing to do with a medical career or any career at all.

And yet, you were welcomed to the place. The villagers were desperate since it took at least several days to drive to the closes town to procure the medication of any serious kind, and they were in great need of someone who'd serve as a doctor and a pharmacist, even if it was just a young girl who had only gotten her recommendation letter.

But it was an unfriendly, cold, half-abandonded sort of place. Likewise, you didn't like its people who were always too crude, too vulgar to your taste, their gazes always lingering too long on you when they thought you didn't see, and you could barely stand the almost-casual touches of men who seemed to think you couldn't see beneath their polite facade. "They're simple folk," the head pharmacist would say, shaking his head after you pleaded with him to give you a letter of recommendation. "You won't appreciate their way of life, and you don't have to. Why do you want to go there so badly if you can continue working as my junior pharmacist? You can make a name for yourself here."

You were stupid back then. You wanted to prove yourself so desperately you thought nothing of his gentle warning, rushing headlong in what you thought your first grown-up adventure that turned out to be a nightmare haunting you to this day.

At first, despite your unease towards the village folk, it all was new and exciting. You were the head pharmacist! The only one for miles and miles. People spoke about you with respect, or so you thought. You were crafting medication day and night, and nearly everyone was coming to your door religiously every couple of days. You enjoyed the welcomed weight of responsibility on your shoulders.

It wasn't until a month passed that the villagers finally let you meet a scrawny pink-haired kid by the name of Yuji, who was some sort of an apprentice. Whose apprentice was he? The men all laughed when you asked them, looking smug as they claimed he was apprenticing for every master in the village.

What an odd thing to say, you thought, furrowing your brows. How could one boy be an apprentice to all of them?

Of course, he wasn't. He was a fae boy they have somehow captured and kept prisoner, making him do all sorts of manual labor because they knew his true name.

At first, you thought it was nothing but a shameful lie to keep a fatherless young man chained to his captors to make their bidding. Yuji was just a boy. He was young and smiley and helpful despite the abuse he had to endure every day, the villagers giving him the thoughest jobs under the pretense of his immense fairy powers. Where was he from? Why had no one tried to stop people from treating him so unfairly? He wasn't a caged animal. Yuji was a human being.

But then the blacksmith once handed him an iron girdle, a wicked smirk on his lips, and you saw the horror and pain reflected on Yuji's face when his fingers touched the metal, his palm immediately growing red as if the iron was still hot. He wailed, dropping the girdle on the ground while the blacksmith laughed at him like it was a joke of some kind, and you, caught off guard by such casual display of cruelty, ran to the boy to have a look at his injured hand.

He was, indeed, a fae. The iron to him was alike acid to humans, burning his flesh at the slightest touch.

The discovery shook you to the core, at one point making you question your sanity, but in that moment you were so preoccupied with the boy's injury you were more focused on helping him alleviate the pain and bandage his poor hand than worry about his fairy nature. Regardless of what villagers said, Yuji was gentle and proper. He didn't deserve such horrible treatment.

With every day, you grew more and more anxious, watching him casually bullied and hurt by the village folk for their own amusement. They made him touch iron, look into the mirrors that somehow brought him immense pain, forced him to work till sunset and even at night, and refused him food from to time. It was unbearable to watch a young boy being treated that way. It was no wonder you developed so much compassion and pity for him, soon sneaking in the hovel where he was allowed to sleep to feed him or bring him medication for his injuries. He was such a lovely boy, so bright and kind and sensitive, that it took you just a couple more weeks to agree to his plea to help him get out of this wicked place.

How could you have known of his true nature? You were but a naive, pure young girl. It was a given you were easy to manipulate, to be taken advantage of. A disaster waiting to happen.

You didn't even believe in the fair folk when you had first arrived in that god-forsaked village, but in a couple of months you took up on a quest to find another fae in the Drowned Forest and bring him to Yuji to set him free. When you think of it now, it's such a miracle you stayed alive. Walking straight into the Drowned Forest... what were you thinking back then? How could you be so stupid? That journey could have cost you your life, but you grew too desperate to protect Yuji against villagers' abuse.

Back then, you weren't sure how you stumbled upon another fae so fast, barely minutes into the charmed forest, but now you know he had been waiting for you. Yuji was biding his time because he knew one day a girl like you would appear and do what she could to free him. He was well-prepared, and you were eager to be deceived.

You didn't know what to expect from that exciting but inherently dangerous affair, and yet you didn't think the fae to just slaughter them all, all the human folk of the village. You heard them scream. Luckily, Yuji locked you in the barn where he used to sleep, and you avoided looking at the bloodshed, but their desperate, horryfying cries have been your constant companions for many years to come. You still hear them sometimes when you sleep.

When the menacing black-haired fae from the Drowned Forest grew in size, the marks on his forehead shining in the dark, claws elongating meyond measure, Yuji forced you into his barn, his usually gentle expression morphing into something sinister. He looked at you with mad glee, his fangs elongating, two arms splitting into six like he was mutating right in front of your very eyes, and as you crawled back, suddenly realizing the villagers were right about him, he cornered you, caging you with his large, muscular body, strange symbols engraved into his skin.

"A woman like you captured me," he whispered softly as you shook violently beneath him. "She was a clever little fox, and I lusted after her like a fool, letting her trick me into submission. All those years I spent like a dog on a chain... But I knew a woman like her would set me free."

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His hand brushed a lock of your hair away from your face, and with the other one he took you by the chin, forcing you to look up at him, "Seven years I've waited in my cage, little bird. Seven years I'll give you to live your mundane life before I come for you."

Part II

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gorgeouslypink · 5 months

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hey guys! i just wanted to talk about something that's been happening today. this morning, i saw a mention and it was a success story, i skimmed through it and it was nice success story so i reblogged it.

then i started getting notification after notification of replies and reblogs and some of them were very mean spirited. i was wondering if i missed something so i read the post again and it was honestly a pretty well written post. the hate however got so bad that she ended up closing her comment sections down.

the post i am talking is @luckyvoidgirl void success post. she goes into her void journey and how she felt like people who entered the void were just lucky and even that the reason people who meditate to enter the void sometimes get in and sometimes don't enter the void is due to luck. she then saw my recommendation for the lucky asmr video and realized that she can just make herself lucky so she did and she entered the void. this is literally a classic loa story.

old 3d/assumptions: only lucky people enter the void, not me (ik i was in this position too and ik a lot of you are also right there too)

resolution: make myself lucky

new assumptions: i am lucky, i will enter the void bc im lucky

3d: enters the void

in fact, she herself says this in her success story:

the fact this community doesn't display this much vitriol towards actual problematic bloggers but decides to go after someone for basically just sharing their success story, which she emphasizes multiple times is just her theory and opinions is alarming.

the big thing that has everyone pressed and at her throats is "i think you need luck to enter the void state"

oh dear, what a horrible assumption or claim to make. she's hurting the entire community. hang her by the throat.

be so for real.

how it any different from "you need a good void concept to enter the void" or "you need to embody the state"

🙋‍♀️: "No Pink, those are LOA concepts"

okay but what makes you know for sure that a good void concept will make you enter or embodying a state will? it's just your assumptions. thats the basis of the law, whatever you assume to be true is true. since you assume thats how it works, thats how itll work. thats the reason some people manifest by affirming, others scripting, others use states, and some people use whatever is the thrend rn. its whatever your assumptions are. and just like you're allowed to have yours, she's allowed to have hers. the truth is everyone has limiting beliefs until they realize the secret is just knowing and full trust in the law, not doing anything but resting in the comfort of knowing whatever you decide is yours is yours. most people don't manifest like this and it doesn't make them wrong, they just use their limiting beliefs or placebos in their favor and thats fine.

i see this entire thing as if you're someone who thinks you need to be lucky to enter the void state, then just make yourself lucky. plain and simple.

this is loa through and through and it's sad that this community still needs to harass people for manifesting another way than their own.

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lotusmi · 1 year

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Naturalness is the secret

🧫 “The essential feeling of naturalness can be achieved by persistently filling your consciousness with imagination — imagining yourself being what you want to be or having what you desire.” - Neville Goddard

⟡ "My work is simply to trust my Imagination completely" - Neville

⟡﹕The fact that you have what you want is normal, natural.

☕In the hardest times when I needed to manifest 'fast', what made me feel more calm, and even made me feel safe when doubts came into my mind, was an acceptance, yes, but most important, feeling natural, no effort. Let's talk about Naturalness, today.

“The time it takes your assumption to become fact, your desire to be fulfilled, is directly proportionate to the NATURALNESS of your feeling of already being what you want to be… of already having what you desire.” – Neville Goddard

Naturalness, it just hit me how this is beautiful. This the law of being, and it's natural, normal, to have our desires. What brings our desires into material existence is our assumption of it's already existence. Accepting we have our desires in Imagination should be something effortless done, no stress, no overcomplication.

"Manifesting is not a process that requires serious concentration, vain repetition, or much effort. Rather, it's actually very, very simple.

God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.

That is it. The entire process is simply decreeing that something exists nonchalantly and then moving on with no consideration. In the exact same way you can say with NO requirement for a second thought, that you are right- or left-handed, then not have to think twice (because you know its nature of truth already), and are able to move on — you should be bringing your desires to fruition.

★ The reason so many people struggle to see results consistently is that it really is that easy, but there is a general tendency to overcomplicate things.

It is real now because you said so. You don't care to "prove it" or anything of the sort; you know its truth and you know you are right. That's all there is to it. Command that it exists now, then move on. It is that easy. It exists now, in your consciousness — nothing will come into the screen of condition & experience unless you command it to." via reddit “So, assume it, and then let it happen in your world.” – Neville Goddard

⟡ It's natural to have the desire﹕

Sometimes when we desire something, we think that when we get it, we will feel different, happy, blissful. And yes, we do. But with time it just start to feel normal, natural. You wanted that thing, and you were excited, you got the thing and you were so happy when you got it, but then, with time, it becomes natural.

“The fact that it does not feel natural to you to be what you imagine yourself to be is the secret of your failure. Regardless of your desire, regardless of how faithfully and intelligently you follow the law, if you do not feel natural about what you want to be, you will not be it. ” – Neville Goddard

lack of being [naturalness] -> failure.

That's why when we are forcing ourselves to get something, change something, we fail. Trying this, trying that. You feel depressed, drained. I felt it too, I know how it feels.

⟡ How do I feel it natural?

"The feeling of naturalness comprises of 2 factors:

1. THINKING FROM: Knowing something to be a fact. 2. IT IS DONE: A feeling of relaxation because you no longer desire it - You Have It. " via reddit

Naturalness -> believing a certain thing to be true, real, fact, usual, nothing special

think of something you really wanted in past, how you feel now that you have it? Relaxed, right? You have it, it's natural, normal. Nothing to worry since you have it already.

TIP: Imagine if your desire were manifested 1 month ago, how would you feel? Your desire is done, it's already yours, it's natural for you to have it.

‹𝟹 This is also known as 'living in the end', nothing to worry, you have it already, nothing to force, it's yours already.

your goal is to assume you have it in Imagination only.

⟡ 'But still, I feel like 3d is "real" ...'

Having or 'not having' what we want have no 'realness' as long as we give it 'realness', nothing is real before we assume it as real. The 3d is the reflection of the past assumptions, so we can't look at 3d and say 'this is real', it's but a reflection of old assumptions, it is not real, it is past. "Everything You See Is From 15 Seconds in the Past, New Research Claims", this research also explains why the 3d is not actual, but 'past'. That's why you can assume what you want to be real NOW, Imagination is the real reality because what you identify as having or being in Imagination is reflected by the outerworld. The 'facts' are only facts if we assume, and if we assume different things, the outer world will transform to conform them, 'circumtances does not matter'.

You see things in 3d, the material world and say 'ok, I believe it', when you should see things in 4d, Imagination, and say 'ok, I believe it'.

“Your imagination is the creative power that can and will accomplish the end without effort and in a natural way.” – Neville Goddard

Manifesting is a natural process. Then why overcomplicate things? Affirming all day to get something that you already have? Listening to subs overnight to impress your subconscious? Methods, techniques ONLY exist to make you remember YOU ALREADY HAVE IT, they only exist to make you feel like having your desire, only to make it feel natural. Nothing more. The power is in your assumption, acceptance, of that which you claimed.

“One technique which helps with this is to view the current 3D unwanted or undesired reality as already past, and to recognize that the only true reality is that of Imagination.” – Neville Goddard You don't need to "try", make it happen, 'do a little more', do that one more time 'so that it works'. As long as you identified yourself as having the desire, you can already feel the relief because NOW it is yours. So everytime you second guess if it is 'enough', know that it is. Now you can let it be, without worring. It's easy, don't try, be. Remove effort.

“To get into the nature easily, general amnesty is necessary” – Neville Goddard

⟡ Neville quotes!

"Be perfectly indifferent to the evidence of the senses, so that you may feel the naturalness of your desire, and your desire will be realized."

"You cannot force anything outwardly by the mightiest effort of the will. There is only one way you can command the things you want and that is by assuming the consciousness of the things desired."

"You aren’t called upon to make the things. All things already are. The whole, vast creation is already finished; I am only becoming aware of it. Any state that I can imagine can be occupied. The whole thing is finished, and all I do is adjust to it and “feel” myself there until it becomes natural."

"when you can drop the thing desired in consciousness, confident that it shall appear, you have done all that is expected of you."

"The idea must be maintained in the mind without any sensible effort on your part. You must, with the minimum of effort permeate the mind with the feeling of the wish fulfilled."

"When you assume the feeling of your wish fulfilled it is with a minimum of effort. You must control the direction of the movements of your attention. But you must do it with the least effort."

"Make no effort and it will work"

"If I use no effort, then it works, not indifference, I don't mean indifference, I mean NO effort. You accepted it, and you have confidence in your Imagination and cannot fail"

"When you are not working to make it so you are in the Sabbath."

"We must, with the minimum of effort, permeate the mind with the feeling of the wish fulfilled."

"The essential feeling of naturalness can be achieved by persistently filling your consciousness with imagination – imagining yourself being what you want to be or having what you desire."

"The time it takes your assumption to become reality is proportionate to the naturalness of being it."

"It is done without effort."

"(manifesting) is, above all things, easy. Its greatest enemy is effort."

"Serious confusion arises insofar as men identify the state of prayer (manifesting) with an act of will, instead of contrasting it with an act of will. The sovereign rule is to make no effort"

"if I assume that it’s done and make no effort to make it so, I am living by faith. By faith all things were made"

"And man can’t believe it…he doesn’t want to believe it. He thinks all of his efforts are simply in some strange way changing things. You don’t change it this way, you change it only by an inner attitude of mind"

"From then on, he will not be concerned with making an effort to bring his desires into reality; he will know they already are real." "The law operates by faith. If you believe, no effort is necessary to see the fulfillment of your every desire."

" When a man does not live in his Imagination he will become impatient of the outcome of what he desires, and finally he will become violent in his effort to get things."

"How can this feeling of naturalness be achieved? The secret lies in one word — imagination."

Naturalness is one of the most important concepts of the law in my life, for I mostly needed to manifest in hard times, and claiming my assumptions as real no matter who I emotionally felt, made me get all that I needed. Being free, being safe. I hope you understand that it is normal to have what you want, I won't call you crazy.

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The Ranger (Part 2)

Summary: The reader is trying to deal with the secret Dean's dropped on her but things still don't add up. And despite her Alpha trying to convince her they can never be something more, she's not ready to give up so easily...

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 6,400ish

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of murder/manipulation, smut

A/N: Please enjoy!

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He what? Hunting people? What kind of answer was that? You figured he was hiding some sort of criminal background, something to do with DNA. Yeah, maybe even the fact he could have killed someone crossed your mind during your research.

But there was a damn big difference between killing a guy and hunting him.

You were so dumbfounded by his response that Dean took pity on you and moved away, lips pursed. “Y/N, I’m going to say this one more time because I know that’s a lot to take in at once. I will never harm you. I can smell the fear coming off of you but you don’t need to be afraid of me.”

He took another step back when you continued to stare, his eyes darting away.

“You wanted the truth and now you have it,” he said as he headed for the hallway.

“Bullshit.” He froze outside his bedroom, frowning when he glanced over his shoulder. “You haven’t told me anything, Winchester.”

You stormed over, poking him in his muscular chest, Dean’s eyebrows raising. “I told you what you need to know. I kill people. It’s that simple.”

“No, it’s really not.” You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down close, your nose burying itself in his neck. You inhaled sharply before he managed to pull away.

“The fuck are you doing?” he growled, backing away. You narrowed your eyes, Dean matching your expression. “You can’t smell-”

“I had to take a psychology class as part of my major. It was to understand why people lie, break laws when they know they shouldn’t, stuff like that. I was very good at scenting during interviews. I went a different route but I remember what scents under duress meant.” You backed him up against the door, Dean’s chest vibrating with the low threatening growl he was emitting. “Terror had a very specific profile if I recalled correctly. Very difficult to conceal-”

He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back against the door, hand planted firmly over your mouth. You swallowed thickly, Dean breathing hard.

“Listen very closely because I won’t repeat myself. You are going to quit your job. You are going to call your family and tell them you met your true mate. Then, I’m going to make it look like you died.” Your eyes went wide, Dean’s jaw clenched so hard you thought it might break in half. “You will have your freedom but you will do what I say, when I say, without question. Do you understand?”

Oh, you understood alright. You responded in kind by grabbing his crotch and squeezing so hard he made a squeaking noise as he fell to his knees. He gasped and tried to breathe, hands over his surely bruised cock as you squatted down. You took his chin in your hand, Dean letting out a tiny shiver of pain.

“Do. Not. Bullshit. Me. Stop pretending to protect me and start telingl me the goddamn truth because I have a feeling something seriously fucked up is going on. So you go take a long hard look in the mirror and figure out exactly what you want to say. Or next time? I’m going to crush your dick so hard it never works again.”

You released him and stood up, walking back towards the living room.

“You’re my true mate? Fucking act like it. Alpha.”

It was an hour later when you heard the soft opening of the bedroom door. You glanced away from the TV playing an old movie, Dean now wearing a plain black shirt and gray flannel pants. He smelled clean and watched him carefully approach the other end of the couch. He gestured to it and you nodded, Dean taking a seat. You turned off the movie and sat up, taking your blanket with you.

Dean sighed, criss crossing his legs and facing you. He rested his elbows against his knees, leaning forward, head bowed.

“I joined the bureau after college. FBI. I was a data analyst for a year while I worked on getting into the field office program. I’d wanted to be a cop originally but this was like being a detective for the whole country which I thought was pretty cool. The senior handler in my group did these…side jobs and I got pulled into it. This guy came after me at my apartment in Kansas City and I barely made it out alive. That’s when I found out I was targeted because my handler pissed someone off. They wanted to hurt his team, send a message, and I was the least experienced. They thought they’d kill me.”

Dean shifted in his seat, folding his hands together, still not meeting your gaze.

“When you unknowingly kill a member of the mob, you kind of become target number one for the mob.”

“So you’re in witness protection?” you asked, Dean immediately shaking his head.

“My handler and the team took care of this mob family. They weren’t particularly large, but they did it. Killed close to fifty people to protect me.” He grabbed his wrist, squeezing it gently. “But it was all a lie. That story I just told you? It’s the same bullshit they told me. My handler it turned out was…”

He breathed deeply, rubbing his palm against his head.

“The whole damn team was crooked. They lied, made me feel like they protected me and that I owed them. They said if we went through proper channels the mob would find out and I’d be dead. They’d torture and kill my family. I was grateful to my team for about five whole minutes,” he breathed out with a dry laugh. “They set me up. It was one big sham. The mob ordered the hit on their own guy and hired my handler to do it. My handler, well he wanted me to be crooked too. And by me killing the guy? By not going through the bureau? He had evidence that I’d committed a murder, made it seem like I was some murderous vigilante. From that day forward, he told me he owned me and he fucking did.”

You pushed your blanket to the ground, inching closer to him. Dean’s back shook, his head buried in his hands.

“He made me help kill people so he could make a profit. He stalked my little brother for seven years, made sure to send me pictures to remind me to keep up my end of the deal.”

“What happened that changed all that?” you said softly.

“The handler and two other agents on the team died during an operation a few years ago. It was a miracle. The other three agents were injured but…in the chaos, I saw my out andI slit their throats. I needed my family to be safe. FBI believes it was the culprit we were chasing that day. I’d been injured too so I was never suspected. My DNA was on the bodies though, in evidence. I had to change mine and fast. My friend is a doctor…”

“Your friend told you about Novi-Alpha.” He nodded. “So you have to stay on it so you don’t get caught for their murders.”

“If I go off of it and my DNA gets entered into any police database, they’ll know what I did. I can’t let that happen. Not yet.”

You crawled closer, taking his hands into yours, Dean finally looking you in the eye. His own were bloodshot, tired and sad. “But you’re not actually scared about the police finding you. Or the FBI.” He shook his head. “So why do you need to hide your DNA?”

“You assumed I take Novi-Alpha for what it does to DNA. I’m not worried about them connecting me to the murders four years later. If it were that simple, I’d have been off the stuff years ago.” He held his wrist up to your face. “Scent is…unique. Novi-Alpha blocks scent to other Alphas. All they smell is the same base component in any Alpha. I can’t be identified.”

“But…”

“Three years ago I got a letter detailing my exact scent profile, even the shit only my true mate is supposed to be able to scent. Somehow, he knows what I smell like. All it said was that I was next. Thank god he doesn’t know my name or my family would be dead by now. But that letter? It came from the town of Mount Dusk.”

“When you said you hunt people…” you trailed off, Dean nodding. “That’s why you were walking in the pouring rain this morning. You’re searching for this person.”

“There are some recluses around these parts. I’m narrowing it down but it’s difficult. The last thing I wanted, the last thing, was for my true mate to come here of all places. I’m pretty sure this person wants to kill me. I’m still missing pieces. At best, you’re in danger. At worst, this person gets ahold of you and…”

Dean squeezed his eyes shut when you moved his hand to your neck, grazing over your fresh mark.

“I wish things were different,” he whispered. His head was low, hand only still on you because you held him there. “It’s not fair to you but you can’t have your true mate. In the morning, I’ll get ahold of my doctor friend. He lives a few hours away. He’s nice and it’ll be like having a roommate is all. He’ll make sure you have a good safe life away from all this-”

You leaned forward, capturing his cheeks in your hands as you planted a hard kiss on him. Dean jerked in his seat, wide eyed when you broke it off quickly.

“I don’t understand. You can’t feel our bond,” he said when you put your arms over his shoulders and wrapped your legs loosely around his waist. You sat in his lap, Dean’s skin flush, scent like smoky pines. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Sweetheart, you might be the Alpha but there’s no way I’m leaving you here alone to deal with some asshole that wants to hurt you.”

“...Alright,” he grit out, clearly not liking that response. “But again, why kiss me? You can’t feel our bond.”

“I can’t feel a stupid bond. It doesn’t mean I can’t feel something for you. I’d like to like you. Deep down, ou’re not the dickhead Alpha you keep acting like. You're just scared. I understand. But I need to stay with you and help you solve this thing that way you can get off that damn medication and we can start our lives together.”

He shook his head, yours shaking right back. “Did you miss the part where I said I was a hitman for years? The Ranger? I had a fucking name in the business and everything I’d killed that many people.”

“You ever kill anyone innocent?” He was silent, frowning at you. “Exactly. And I still feel like you’re making it sounds worse than it was. Let me help you. You may have given up on yourself but I know you’re good.”

“Why would you think that? All I’ve done is yell at you.”

“You saved my life today, Alpha. Before you knew we were mates.” You hugged him tight, Dean burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. Warm breath tickled your skin, Dean’s limbs finally squeezing around you. “We’re soulmates. We’re meant to be together and if this is what we’re meant to get through right now then we will. But promise me something.”

“What?” he whispered.

“Don’t give up on us being able to feel our bond the way we’re supposed to. Someday you can be off that medicine and you won’t have to hide anymore. Promise me that.”

“I promise, Omega,” he murmured over your mark. You sat in a content silence for only a moment, his stomach rumbling loudly. He pulled back and set a hand over his stomach, rubbing it gently. “Sorry. I didn’t eat much today.”

“To be honest, I’m pretty hungry myself. My appetite’s come back since earlier,” you said, moving to your feet. “I bet we can find something.”

“I eat a lot of frozen meals,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as you headed over to the kitchen. “Omega.”

You hummed as you stopped in front of the refrigerator, Dean putting a hand on your arm gently.

“Please let me get it,” he said quietly. You sighed but held up your hands. Your eyes widened when he lifted you up and sat you on top of the counter easily, his fingers brushing lose hair behind your ear. He smirked. “So you are capable of listening to me.”

“I am fine but it stresses you out, me doing anything more than sitting on my ass right now, doesn’t it.”

“Despite the evidence to the contrary, I’m not an asshole that wants to control you,” he said, taking out a package of cheese and some sliced tomato on a plate. He set them beside you along with a stick of butter. His green eyes found yours, Dean settling between your legs, hands on either side of your thighs. “Tomorrow you can be the strong, capable person I know you are. Tonight, let me take care of my omega. It’s not much but I can feel some Alpha instincts for my mate and they are twitchy as hell right now.”

“And me listening to you calms them down?” He nodded, his nostrils flaring briefly. “And you can scent me?”

“Barely but yes. It’s how I know you’re not at a hundred percent right now. It’s different than normal scenting. It’s hard to explain.”

“It makes sense. Make your dinner, Dean.” He hummed, trailing his finger down your thigh before he broke away and moved to the stove. He didn’t speak while he worked on assembling his sandwich but his shoulders did ease slightly.

A man on the run, hunting down someone who wanted to hurt him. The last thing he wanted was his true mate in the thick of it. A true mate he felt for more than he was letting on but still tried to keep you at arms length to protect you.

“Dean,” you said quietly from the countertop as he dried the pan. He hummed, setting it back on the stove top before leaning back against the island across from you. “You said your Alpha senses towards me, you can feel them?”

He paused a beat before nodding.

“I know I’m the one that was in the hospital today but are you okay? That’s…a lot to try and deal with and be the strong guy. I get it. Your Alpha brain is going a million miles an hour cause you have a recovering Omega on your hands and you’re hardwired to get crazy protective.”

You slid off the counter down to the floor, taking two steps to reach him. Your hands settled on his firm waist, Dean tensing under the touch.

“I don’t think you’ve been okay in a long time and today was a bad day. I just…want my Alpha to know he can lean on me too.” Large hands rested over yours, sliding them down until he was holding them, resting them against his thighs. You swallowed, biting your bottom lip. “You strike me as the kind of guy that’ll blame himself for thinking he nearly killed me when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.”

“Y/N-”

“You saved me today. My Alpha did. You hurt me by blaming yourself so just don’t, alright? Don’t do that to me.” He parted his soft pink lips, waiting for words to come. But he only sighed, closing his pretty green eyes. “Today’s supposed to be a happy day for us. So let’s be happy, alright?”

“Y/N, it doesn’t work like-”

“You promised you would try. Is my Alpha a liar?” He opened his eyes to stare at you, brow furrowed slightly. “I didn’t think so.”

“Has anyone ever told you how frustratingly annoying you are?” he sighed. You simply smiled, Dean throwing his head back. “Fine.”

He bent down and scooped you up in his arms, your own wrapping around his neck in an effort to cling to something. “What are you doing?”

“You’re quite a needy little Omega, aren’t you,” he said, a flicker of mischievousness in his eyes as he walked down the hallway and into the master bedroom.

“Are you teasing me, Alpha?” you shot back, Dean shrugging, a sliver of a smirk on his face. “So he does have a fun side.”

“Oh, I’m quite fun,” he said, gently resting you on top of the bed. He tucked the covers down and then over your body, hesitating before bending down to press a kiss to your lips. “I’ll be in the room across the hall if you need me.”

“What?” you said, sitting up quickly. His heavy hands caught your shoulders before you could get further. A beat passed and he sat on the edge of the mattress, one of his hands cupping your cheek. “You promised you’d try. You-”

“I can’t share a bed with you. I don’t think I can even kiss you again.” Anger pooled in your core but Dean was already puling away. “I’m sorry.”

“What the fuck was all that out there then?” you spat back at him. Dean glanced to his lap when you pushed his hands away from you. “I know you feel something here. You want me so don’t pretend you don’t.”

“Omega.” He looked away, shaking his head. “You’re asking me to sleep in a bed next to my true mate. My sweet little mate that I can’t go more than a few minutes without wanting to knot. If I keep kissing you…and if I sleep in here…all I’m doing is putting you in danger of me not staying in control.”

He frowned when he met your face, taking in your confused eyes.

“You need to start taking that medicine the doctor gave you to help suppress your scent. Tonight. Because all I want to do is claim you properly and if I do, I’ll have fucking killed you.”

“Then stop taking Novi-Alpha and claim me,” you said, stabbing him in the chest. His eyes darkened and you poked him again. “You want to do this right now? Fine. I was going to save this for the morning but I think you’re missing something really fucking important. This person that’s after you? They had your complete and total scent profile? With the true mate stuff? Well guess what? They were bluffing you. It’s physically impossible for anyone except your true mate to know that. Any guesses why they’d do that? Hm? Maybe so they’d get you to move here and look for this guy. Maybe so they could get you alone and isolated and scared while they did what they actually wanted.”

“Which is what?” he asked quietly. You sighed, shaking your head.

“Get you out of the way so you wouldn’t question why the operation with your team lead went bad in the first place. Why you wouldn’t question that the FBI clearly has DNA evidence you killed those other team members but never did anything about it. Did it cross your mind they set it up to kill all of you and they realized you weren’t a part of it so they let you go? I mean how long did you get this threatening note after the murders?”

“...Next day.”

“Which means they have someone working for the FBI undercover out here who knows exactly who you are. They sent you on a wild goose chase to a small town so you’d be out of their hair.”

“Why would they let me go? I’m such a loose end-”

“Jesus christ you idiot,” you said, grabbing his shoulders, yanking him closer. “You are not the bad guy. They are keeping an eye on you out here to make sure you aren’t but that is all it is. There is no one coming after you. If there was, don’t you think they would have gone after your family already? It’s been three years since you killed those your team.”

His hand shot to your throat in an instant, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp.

“I never told you how long it was.” He let go just in time to grab your arm, pushing you back against the wall, caging your body in. He towered over you, eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck are you and don’t give me that corporate forensic bullshit.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, holding up your hands. “I’m…”

“You’re what?” he growled, grabbing both your wrists in one of his large palms. “A spy? An agent? Someone meant to watch me? Kill me?”

“...I’m the person you were supposed to kill that day. I was the mark. I was…”

“Songbird.” You nodded, Dean’s grip loosening on you. “Songbird wasn’t even a college age girl. Not even eighteen. You’re older. I don’t-”

“They used my highschool picture and altered it with AI. The mark you got from your team leader to kill was a girl that never existed. My dad hired the hit if you want to call it that to see if they could catch them in the act. He’s the senior field officer that was investigating your team. It was always…everyone was supposed to die except for you. You were let go because you were innocent and he knew that. They knew you were manipulated and forced. No one blamed you for killing the others to get out. If you hadn’t done it, they would have. But they couldn’t let you be an agent anymore. It looked bad that they left you on your own to protect your family so it was either kill you or kick you out. My dad advocated that you were a good man and they agreed to keep you under supervision for five years. If you didn’t make any moves in that time that showed you were a killer for hire, you were free to live your life normally. The only person that’s watching you in this town is a retired field officer named Harrison Y/L/N. He goes by Harry.”

“You came here on vacation to visit your fucking dad,” he said, releasing you, taking two large steps back. “You knew this whole time-”

“I found all of this out at the damn hospital today when they called my parents so don’t you blame me,” you said, voice wavering as you felt his anger stir in the air. “My dad dropped the fucking bomb on me and told me not to tell you you a word. And you were so mean and angry and I was scared cause I almost died. He told me you killed people and I was scared you were lying about why you were on Novi-Alpha. I thought maybe he was wrong and you still killed people…because you liked it…I didn’t want you to hurt me if I brought it up. I thought…”

You wrinkled your nose when wetness built up in your eyes, swallowing thickly to try and will it away. Dean approached you, your gaze shooting to the floor.

“Why did you stay if you thought I was a monster?”

“You’re not a monster,” you whispered. You forced your head up, blinking back tears when he tilted his head at you. “The only people you ever killed were those three teammates and a mobster and it was basically self-defense. My dad said those are the only people you ever killed so why would you lie? Why would you make it seem like you did it all the time?”

“To scare you into leaving. It didn’t work obviously. And I might not have pulled a trigger but I did research, I helped those other kills.” You smiled, sniffling once as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“You’re not that scary, Alpha. I stayed, didn’t I?” He wiped his thumb under your eye, brushing away the wetness that threatened to spill over once more. “I’ll go away if you want me to. But you don’t have to stay on that medicine anymore. No one will hurt you or your family.”

“I am not happy to be used like some pawn in a game. Your father should have come directly to me and I would have told him everything he wanted to know. I’ve been hiding for three years because of this. I haven’t seen my family in three years.” You nodded, looking away. You stepped past him, going to a chair and picking up your hospital clothes into your arms. “And where do you think you’re going?”

You turned around slowly, Dean ripping the clothes out of your hands, throwing them back in the chair.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to go wash your face and go to bed because goddamn you have no idea how stressed the fuck out you smell right now. Tomorrow, we are going to the hospital for your follow up check up and I am getting a blood test to make sure there is no more Novi-Alpha in my system. Then we are coming home and I will be claiming you and you’re gonna stop fucking crying because it feels like my soul is tearing in half whenever you do. And when we’re good and ready, we’re going to visit Harry and he will get the FBI off my fucking back so I can get on with my damn life with my Omega. Is that clear?”

“Okay,” you whispered, letting him take your hands. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right away.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s been a long day and…can we agree to not keep secrets anymore?”

“Yeah,” you said, Dean pulling you into a crushing hug. You relaxed into it, Dean kissing the top of your head. “I thought kissing wasn’t allowed.”

“Fuck it. I’m claiming you tomorrow. A few kisses won’t hurt.”

“Good cause I can use them.” You rested your head against his shoulder, breathing deeply. You felt another across the crown of your head, a tiny smile crossing your lips. “If it makes you feel any better, I told my dad to fuck off for asking me to lie to you.”

“It does a little. My omega is the protective type I’m learning.”

“Yes she is,” you said, a sudden wave of exhaustion hitting you. Your knees buckled, Dean catching you in his arms and guiding you to the bed. “Do not say I told you so.”

“I said nothing.” He smiled as you laid back down, closing your eyes. “Get some sleep. We’ll get you cleaned up in the morning, alright?”

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” you asked, catching a big whiff of his scent as a blanket was laid over top of your body.

“Not tonight. Soon,” he said, turning off the light. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Dean.”

You woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls and fresh pine floating through the air. Had Dean baked? Throwing the covers back, a wave of scent slammed into you.

“Morning,” said Dean with a coy smile. He sipped from a coffee mug, leaning against the doorframe. You blinked as you took him in, hands fisting in the sheets when the urge to pounce on him crackled through you like lightning. He chuckled, cocking his head. “Yeah, I know the feeling. You’re like…”

You stood up, crossing the room quickly, Dean catching you in one arm.

“Calm Omega,” he shushed you when you slammed your lips to his. “After we both pass our checkups.”

Heat pooled between your legs and your eyes flashed wide when you felt something very wet. You both looked down, your face on fire when you realized you’d just made slick…in his fucking boxer briefs.

“I-I’m…”

“To be fair,” he said, taking a long sip of his coffee before offering the mug to you, “You did proposition me yesterday so this is really nothing.”

You smacked his arm gently, Dean laughing quietly. “I was in serious pain! A-and I think I’m going to go into heat again soon.” You took a drink from the mug, happy to find it wasn’t straight black coffee.

“Why don’t you get dressed then and we’ll head over to the hospital so we can…” he trailed off, roaming his eyes down your body, shaking his head. He grabbed your arm and started heading for the front door.

“Dean, I’m not even dressed,” you said. He paused, leaving you in the kitchen before he hurried into the guest room. He exited not five seconds later with a pair of your joggers in hand. “You really can’t wait to knot me, huh?”

“No, I really can’t,” he said, letting you lean on him as you tugged the pants up. He went to the front door, groaning when you started to look around. “Y/N. I’m gonna bust a knot over here.”

“I know, I know. I just wanted one of those cinnamon rolls before we go.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“I have no…we can swing by the bakery tomorrow. They normally have really good-” He stopped when you approached him, inhaling sharply with a smile.

“Oh my god, you spell like cinnamon rolls! Like you have all those classic rugged Alpha scents that are to die for but cinnamon rolls? I didn’t know Alpha’s could smell like that.” Dean’s lip ticked up, dipping his head as he put a baseball cap on his head.

“Winchesters have been known to…smell like baked goods to their mates,” he mumbled, handing you your rainjacket. “Apparently it’s true.”

“Can you scent anything new on me?” you asked, sliding into the jacket, holding onto Dean as you put on your rain booties.

“You’re not in pain anymore which I like…and you smell like fresh peaches which I didn’t notice before. It’s…nice,” he said as you stood. He flipped your hood up for you, stroking his thumb over your heated cheek. “It, uh, rains a lot here. We’ll have to get you some better gear.”

“We will,” you said, Dean’s fingers tucking your hair under your jacket so you wouldn’t get wet. “Let’s get out of here, Alpha.”

“After you.”

Approximately two hours and thirty seven minutes later, not that you’d been counting, you were shoving a more than wet Dean back against the front door. The urge to mate was strong and now that you both had the all clear, you couldn’t wait another second to have his knot and claim again.

It wasn’t your fault your pulled him out of the car so fast he didn’t have time to get his hood up.

“Alpha,” you purred, reaching for his belt, ripping it out of the loops and tossing it aside.

“Down girl,” he said in a low, husky voice but his hands were moving as fast as yours. Coats and boots landed in a wet heap on the floor. Your hoodie, which was his hoodie but was your hoodie from now on you’d already decided, was tossed aside as he shrugged out of his flannel.

You growled when he walked towards the fireplace but he shushed you, taking your hand and holding up a finger. You let him have roughly eight seconds to start a fire before you were behind him, reaching for the hem of his heather gray tee shirt. He spun, planting his large hands on your hips, squeezing them so tight you shivered in the best way.

“Someone’s eager,” he murmured, nipping at your jaw. Hot breath fanned over your mark, Dean brushing his lips over the still healing gland, barring his teeth against the flesh. It was too hot and you slid his shirt up his body, Dean responding with his approval by growling against your skin. “Fuck, we doing this fast?”

“Wasn’t it obvious?” you said, Dean breaking away to rip his shirt off one handed. You barely had a second to take in his muscular body before he tugged your shirt clean off of you, leaving you in only his underwear you still wore.

“Holy shit, you’re gorgeous.” The way he looked ready to devour you made your stomach do flips, voice caught in your throat when he slowly dragged his zipper downwards. Thumbs hooked into the waistband of his jeans and he shoved them along with his underwear over a round, tight ass and long, lean legs.

Your eyes shot to his hard cock as he straightened up, a devilish smirk on his face. He made a show out of stretching his arms overhead, showing off the raw strength of his body, just how fucking broad and powerful he was.

“My omega like what she sees?” he teased when your gaze finally found it’s way back to his handsome face. You licked your lips, Dean chuckling. “S’all yours, sweetheart. Come and take it.”

“Cocky bastard,” you said, making a show out of stepping out of the underwear and tossing it somewhere on the other side of the room. His eyes trailed up and down your body, grin reaching his eyes when you stalked over slowly in front of him. He leaned in close, so many pheromones filling the air you were having a hard time concentrating on not coming on the spot.

“Omega,” he murmured, kissing under your jaw. “Hold on tight.”

You were in the air, spun around, back hitting the wall by the fireplace as your legs shot around his trim waist. A greedy moan filled the air when the tip of his cock hit your clit, rubbing it once, twice and you were literally shaking.

“Stop or you’ll make me come,” you whispered. “I-Inside.”

“I’ll torture you another day. Promise.” He winked and shifted his hips back, lining up with you. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” you said through eyelashes and you swore you felt his heart skip a beat. “Fuck me so hard I feel you for days. Fuck this heat right out of me.”

It was like a switch in his head flipped, the primal Alpha side of him determined to make that happen. He slammed his hips forward, a sharp shock to the system as you stretched around him, just shy of taking his knot. You were absolutely going to be sore but it wasn’t painful thankfully.

The fact you were wetter than the fucking ocean probably had something to do with it too.

Dean rutted into you again, your fingers digging into his back so hard he’d be covered in bruises tomorrow. “Fuck, sweetheart. Fuck yeah, mark me up.”

You threw your head back when he planted a hand by your head and fucking rammed his cock so hard you screamed. Dean settled into a punishing pace, driving his cock harder and harder, trying to wedge his knot inside your fluttering walls.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathed out when you were both covered in sweat, pooling down your chests, Dean’s grunt and groans loud in your ear.

And then…on the edge of too much pleasure, you felt his swelling knot slip inside, knocking the air out of your lungs. You could feel it expand inside you so rapidly, pushing you higher and higher, you were holding onto Dean for dear life.

“I’m…” he panted as you nodded. Soft pink lips locked around your bonding gland, Dean’s thrusts becoming erratic and then you felt him bite.

It was a damn good thing Dean didn’t have neighbors with the shout you let out. The tightly wound pressure in your core exploded as warmth flooded your insides. You were floating, flying, head going blank and a million miles an hour.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but cling to Dean as an overwhelming feeling of calm washed over you. It was like you’d never know what it was to be alone ever again.

When you opened your eyes, Dean was laying on his back on the floor, staring up at you with the softest smile in the world.

“Hi,” you breathed out, Dean tucking your hair behind your ear as you straddled him.

“So that’s what it feels like when you feel it too,” he said, planting his palm on your chest, trying to catch his breath. “Wow. I feel-”

“Lighter,” you said, lowering yourself down, planting your arms on either side of his head. Dean leaned up and kissed you, hand winding it’s way to the back of your neck, keeping you close. It was less urgent, gentle in how he moved his lips. He grinned when you ran a hand through his sweaty, damp hair.

“I think you’re stuck with me now, sweetheart,” he teased, dragging his knuckles over your cheekbone.

“Such a shame. I thought you’d be taller.” He laughed so hard you felt it in your bones, Dean grinning when you splayed out on top of him and rested your chin on his chest. “So you’re not all broody every moment of the day after all.”

“Careful, Omega. Your grump might even let on that he likes to cuddle.”

“Oh, he does? Well we’ll be sure to explore that side of you,” you said. You grinned as he stroked your face, a warm cozy feeling settling deep down inside. “You know, I-”

Dean’s gaze flickered away to something behind you, his eyes flashing wide before two things happened very, very quickly.

The sound of multiple windows breaking and the door being kicked in crashed through the air, letting the sound of the pouring rain become even more pronounced. You may have paid more attention to the deafening sounds if it weren’t for what Dean did.

He was knotted to you, buried to the hilt inside of you with at least twenty minutes remaining before he would deflate and the two of you could separate. It was a way of being close, being intimate, feeling one another. Knots could not be removed without severely injuring the receiving partner.

And yet, in what felt like less than a second, Dean literally ripped you off of his body and dropped you onto the floor in one swift motion. It felt like a sucker punch as you waited for the pain but all you felt was Dean standing, grabbing you with one hand to push you behind him.

There were people in the house, dressed head to toe in black and with large guns. And you and Dean were trapped buck naked backed up against the fireplace with nowhere to go.

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A/N: Read the final part here!

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Mutual Help | #32

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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The first message full of shock comes from Jimin, sometime in the middle of the week after you've had the time to look at your phone. Clicking on the message he sent you, your brows furrow in a slight confusion as a picture comes into view. You quickly realize it's a screenshot, not just an ordinary screenshot though. It's from Jungkook's Instagram.

Jiminie: wtf are you guys back together???

There's no doubt that you're not the one in the picture holding hands with Jungkook. You would know if you were the one in it, but you know very well who it is. The picture itself is simple but soft at the same time, them holding hands as a sunset shines in the background making it more artistic and beautiful. He captioned it with a simple heart emoji, not tagging her or anything that could reveal the true identity of a person he's holding hands with.

"no, it's not me" you reply back, nibbling on your bottom lip wondering if it's your place to reveal Jungkook's mysterious 'new girlfriend'. Surely, Jimin is going to be curious who it is when it's not you and your assumption proves to be right when a new message comes up on your screen.

Jiminie: he's got a new girlfriend already??? who is it?

Deciding that Jungkook wouldn't post that picture in the first place if he didn't want anyone to know yet, your thumbs hover over the screen for a few seconds before you think 'fuck it' and type your answer.

"it's Kiko"

The three dots appear instantly and then they're gone, obviously describing Jimin's shock before your phone is flooded with a set of new messages.

Jiminie: kiko???

Jiminie: you can't be serious

Jiminie: please tell me this is a joke

Jiminie: wtf

Jiminie: this has to be a joke right??!!

Jiminie: are you okay?

Right, he thinks you and Jungkook were dating forreal, he doesn't know about the deal and that you're not heartbroken like you probably should be. That's if you were his real girlfriend in the first place.

And you do feel bad about not telling him the truth, but you and Jungkook had a deal where you both agreed not to tell anyone. Plus, a message is not a place to reveal such a thing. You know you can trust Jimin, he wouldn't tell anyone if you told him what it was really about but you're not in the mood to make any fuss about it.

"I am, don't worry about me :) I'm really fine" you assure him, knowing he probably doesn't believe you until he talks to you about it in person but fortunately, he lets it go and sends you a thumbs up.

You tuck your phone back into your jeans before your name resounds in the room, Junho calling for you with his usual frown.

"Y/N? Can you please help us?"

You nod, ignoring the way he's glaring at you for using your phone when it's not your break yet. Coming into the room full of people and a few models, you notice Yoongi standing beside Junho with his impressed look and you just know he's mentally sending curses at Junho for bossing around everyone, barking orders.

The chattering of people fills the room, along with clicking sounds and occasional phone beeping that makes you sight at the distracting sounds. The pencil in your hands clicks against your wooden desk, staring at the blank paper in front of you. Your body craves for some more caffeine, in desperate need to wake you up from your slumber and lack of inspirational state. You're supposed to come with new location ideas for the next photoshoot in less than a week, the deadline slowly making you lose your cool. The cold weather narrowed a lot of options for you. You've barely managed to come up with two ideas, the very ones that are sitting at the bottom of your desk in hope you'll come up with something better.

Looking at the time on your phone, you sigh when you still got twenty minutes into a break. Someone would surely notice if you'd just stand up and make your way to the cafeteria area.

Your boss wouldn't surely appreciate seeing you there before your actual break time. Just as thoughts whether you should risk it or not, Junho walks on your floor with a man beside him. Your brows furrowing in confusion, trying to identify him from a distance, the realization makes you confused even more.

Jungkook walks beside your boss, a camera securely held in his hands before he takes it with one hand, shaking your boss' with the other one. With a sweet smile, which is hard to see from him, he waves at him before he disappears behind the corner, probably going back to his office.

He stands there, looking around with slightly scrunched eyes and soon enough, his eyes find yours before a wide grin spreads on his lips. He's walking towards you, catching some of your co-workers' eyes at the new face but he ignores them, grinning at you.

"Hey, slacker." he greets you, setting his camera onto your desk. Slacker. Has he met Yoongi?

"What are you doing here?" you ask him confusingly, not believing that Jungkook is in the same building as you. You've never seen him here before and it's quite a surprise.

"The company asked me if I could shoot models," he answers with a shrug, looking around since this is the first time he's here. "I was so surprised when they called me. I was thinking about telling you when we were on the phone the other day, but I thought surprising you would be better." he grins, obviously pleased with his plan when he sees your confused frown and open mouth.

It's no lie Jungkook has many experiences taking photos of models. In addition to weddings and other celebration events, he used to take photos of his pretty classmates back in college while he added those pictures to his portfolio. Those girls looked like models for sure, posed like they've been doing it for years or maybe it was just Jungkook's great skills of photographing and editing. You vividly remember him shooting a few models when he worked for some modeling company for over a year. He used to add those pictures on his Instagram, earning him exposure and a couple of hundred new followers.

"How did I not know about this?" you ask, the question more aimed at Junho and the rest of the team since you usually would know if there were any changes with the photographer.

Jungkook shrugs, "They told me the previous photographer got sick or something. I don't really care though, this company pays so well." he beams, visibly enthusiastic about the pay but can you blame him?

Snorting, you shake your head at him. "Are you scheduled for the photoshoot that's in twenty minutes?" you ask him curiously.

"Yeah, your boss just went over some of his ideas, mainly informing me about the theme and things like that. Is he the one you complained about?" he asks, making sure none of your co-workers could hear him, even though they would most likely agree with you.

Junho can be a real asshole, especially when he's stressed and thinks everyone is his servant. "Yeah."

"He wasn't that bad." Jungkook shrugs and you recall him smiling at your best friend, a very rare sight if someone asks you.

"Trust me, he's usually a dick. It must be because you're either a stranger or because he's in a good mood." you point out.

"It's my charm," he grins, sitting at the edge of your desk as you take his appearance into account.

For today, he swapped his usual cargo pants and oversized hoodie (among other pieces of clothes that he seems to love) with black jeans and denim jacket with a white shirt tucked underneath. Still, you notice his favorite black boots that he seems to wear all the time and it makes the corner of your lips tug upwards.

"People love me." he adds, causing you to snort.

"Oh, get over yourself," you roll your eyes at his confidence as he's joking of course, scrunching his nose a bit at that while he laughs. "Jimin texted me the other day," you start once the two of you calm down, Jungkook's eyes looking at you with interest. "He saw the picture of you and Kiko."

"Yeah," he chuckles lightly, looking down at his lap for a moment. "He spammed me with messages asking if it's really her."

"Sorry, I was the one who told him it's her. He texted me and I didn't know what to say, I didn't really wanna lie to him." you confess, seeing him giving you a wave and tells you not to worry about it.

"I'd told him, it's not like it's a secret or something. Don't worry about it." He gives you a smile.

"So, how are you guys?" you ask, trying to give him a smile back but you rather focus your eyes on your desk as you let go of the pen and lean yourself against the chair.

Over the week, you barely had spoken together, mainly over a text or you sending to each other meme pictures. Thus, you never had a chance to really ask how their relationship is going so far. The last time you talked about it was at the bar and then none of you brought it. There never was a reason to bring it up to be honest, it doesn't seem like a topic to go through a text. Or maybe Jungkook purposely doesn't bring her up knowing you're not very fond of her and it's still new.

"Good, I took her on a date yesterday," he answers sheepishly (or maybe cautiously) but then when he sees you nod, he continues. "Like I said, we're taking it slow. She's supposed to come over tonight for the first time since, you know... we broke up."

Come over, huh? Well, it's not like she hasn't been there before. She used to practically live there and she would, if Jungkook had the chance to ask her to move in. It's just a matter of time before Jungkook will think about asking her again, that's if their relationship will be good like he's hoping it'd be.

"Are you nervous?" you ask curiously, noticing how the amusement that was there just a few minutes ago is gone.

"No," he quickly disagrees, "I just wonder how it'll go, I guess. I mean... the dates have been amazing but I'm more cautious now. Does that make sense?" he lets out a chuckle, but it comes out nervous and maybe even embarrassed.

It makes your features soften as you give him a gentle smile. "Of course, it does. It's only fair for you to be cautious." you assure him.

However, if he's going to feel cautious for the rest of their relationship, you don't see how that'll do any good. On the other hand, you see that he's trying and he definitely doesn't need your honest opinion about it, or more likely hear it since he probably knows it by now. All he needs is support and maybe someone that won't judge him for his decision.

"But I'm excited too, don't get me wrong. But it feels so weird at the same time. Anyway, it's going to be a chill evening, maybe we'll watch a few movies or something." he shrugs, a little pout on his lips as he seems unsure about tonight's plans.

You nod along his words, trying not to let them affect you so much. You wonder if he's going to call you to watch a movie sometime like he used to. There are still some doubts you have, wondering if he's not going to neglect you like the first time.

"Mr. Jeon, are you ready?" Junho calls, visibly trying to mask the surprise of you knowing Jungkook and how close you seem to be, considering he's sitting on the edge of your desk while you're slouched on the chair, a complete opposite of your usual ladylike appearance.

You cough, straightening yourself while Jungkook snickers underneath his breath at you.

"Yeah, sure." he calls out to Junho, turning to him briefly before he grins at you.

"Go on, Mr. Jeon before he'll bite off your head for making him wait." you joke underneath your breath, Jungkook giving you a playful roll of your eyes.

"See ya." he waves at you and you do the same thing, not really sure if his words are just an empty promise. It's in the stars when you'll see him again.

As you're chilling on your couch later that evening, too caught up with watching a new movie while stuffing yourself with ramen, surrounded by no one's presence but your own, your phone that's been sitting on the coffee table for quite some time vibrates with a new message. You're halfway with getting noodles into your mouth as you glance at your phone, Jungkook's name flashing on your screen.

Maybe the universe listened to your silenced thoughts that you've never spoken loudly, because they're exactly that. Silenced thought. Perhaps, it's Jungkook's way of telling you that time things could be different. Or maybe that you underestimated him too soon.

Kook: karaoke night on friday? jimin and tae could tag along too

Putting down the chopsticks, you pick up the phone and unlock it before staring at the message for a moment when the screen illuminates your face. You don't realize that you stare at the message, the movie long forgotten and is just a blunt noise in the background. It's understatement you're quite surprised by his message, considering you thought he'd be spending his Friday night with his girlfriend.

Your thoughts are interrupted with Jungkook's name flashing on your screen, this time in a form of incoming call which you take with a grin spreading on your most likely stained lips from ramen. Before you can say something, Jungkook is already one step ahead of you.

"You know I can see you read my text?" he asks amusingly and you can picture his own grin perfectly, hearing it clearly in his voice.

Snorting, you reach for the controller and pause the movie. "Too scared I would left you on read?" you joke, hearing him feign an offended and dramatic gasp.

"You wouldn't!" he continues, causing you to laugh at him before his own laugh boosts through the speaker. "Well, I'm deeply disappointed. I was looking forward to singing our hearts out on Friday night."

Your shoulders shake at the chuckle you let out, amused with your best friend. "I was about to reply to you," you inform him, smiling as you say it which he can certainly hear. "Guess I had to process your text, you surprised me." you joke, with no intention to let out a bitter remark.

Frankly, it's not a bitter remark and it surely hasn't sounded like one, the light and amused tone is just enough evidence that you meant no harm. And Jungkook knows that, yet he catches onto the double meaning of your words and hears the unsure and nervous chuckle you give him, once you realize how it sounded.

"Y/N," he calls out softly, making you feel like an idiot for even saying such a thing.

You nibble on your bottom lip, not sure what to say.

"I told you, I'm not neglecting you again,"

It's weird. Jungkook is probably the only person who can read you so accurately, almost as if he knows what's going through your head.

And you smile, letting out a puff of breath that you've been holding since he called out your name. He tells you he's not taking a no for an answer, causing you to giggle while a clear happiness erupts in your chest.

Perhaps, this time will be different after all.

"I had fun tonight, thank you." Kiko's soft voice reaches Jungkook's ears as soon as he turns off the engine, turning his head to look at her with a gentle smile.

"I had fun too," It had been a casual evening spent watching a movie, talking and joking around, maybe a few innocent kisses here and there. He even hesitated when he gathered his car keys to take her home, thinking about asking her to stay over but then he had to remind himself he wants to take it slow. Of course, it doesn't mean her sleeping over has to end with them sleeping together. He's not quite sure he's ready for that, even though he prayed he wouldn't sport a boner whenever they kissed.

He still has a lot of things to figure out, first he had to make sure he actually doesn't feel repulsed kissing her. He doesn't. He had found kissing her easy and natural, no thought of someone else crossed his mind while their lips were moving together. That's a good thing.

Jungkook is the one who asked to take things slow, Kiko is just respecting it and doesn't want to cross any boundaries, realizing how lucky she is right now. She even thinks to ask him to come up for a moment but she refuses it, Jungkook's request repeating in her mind.

They stare at each other, Jungkook's eyes dropping down at her lips before he leans towards her. She meets him halfway, letting their lips meet for the last time tonight. It's slow and tender, full of emotions as Jungkook cups her face while unbuckling his seatbelt to get closer to her.

As much as tonight has been nice, nicer and more comfortable than Jungkook thought, he still spent some time wondering how he feels about certain things. Of course, he wanted her and he is happy. For the first time, he doesn't feel heartbroken when he stares into her brown eyes. Forgiven but not forgotten, just like he said to her when they met up for dinner. Therefore, he's had enough time to think about how he wants this to work.

He's aware of Kiko patiently waiting on any more requests coming from him. She's determined to listen to him and do everything in her power to save their relationship.

"I don't want to know," he whispers when he slightly pulls away from her lips, their foreheads pressed together while he inhales her sweet perfume. She smells like roses.

He recognizes confusion in her eyes, causing him to clear his throat before he lets out a light sigh. "I don't want to know who it was. I don't want to know anything about it. The less I know is better. Then I won't be thinking about it that much."

She pulls away with a pained expression, nodding along his words to let him know she understands and will fully respect that. She doesn't want to bring it up either, she's ashamed and perhaps she'd want to clear some things out after all, but like Jungkook said... the less he knows is better.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, leaning back in the seat as she stares out of the window at the apartment building she lives at. "I'm so sorry."

There's nothing for Jungkook to say. He doesn't want to say 'it's okay' because it's not. Maybe someone would call him stupid for getting back to her, but he's not that stupid to persuade her that what she has done is okay. She hurt him and she's able to see that whenever she looks into his deep eyes. Still, the young couple believes their love is stronger than this. They're surely not the first couple to get back together under such circumstances. Only a few people would truly understand their – Jungkook's decision.

"What's done is done," he says, briefly looking in front of him before he looks back at her. "I want this to work."

She nods, agreeing with him. "Of course, I want that too."

"Just... don't break my heart again." he mumbles softly, looking down at his lap.

Someone would say Jungkook is a tough man, especially when seeing his build figure and tattoos covering his skin. But he's got more layers than that, he's not a tough man at all actually. However, only a few people know that Jungkook is quite sensitive.

"I won't," she says determined but still softly, "I'd never do such a thing."

"But you did." Jungkook says, his brows frowning. He doesn't mean to sound like he's blaming her again, all he wants is to not think about it that much and maybe learn how to live with it. But it'll take time.

"I'd never do such a thing again," she corrects herself, taking his hands in hers. The size of their hands is almost funny but Jungkook stares at them with soft eyes. "I'll do whatever you want me to, Kookie. Just say the word. I love you so much, I'm sorry I hurt you."

She told him that a couple of times, she's just making sure he knows that.

He nods, wishing he could trust her just like that but she'll have to earn it. Words are not enough, it's the actions. So, for the last time tonight they kiss and it's full of pain, but of love as well. Giving him that tiny assurement that things are able to get better. Maybe it'll hunt him for quite some time but if he wants her, he'll have to learn how to accept it and live with it.

And maybe it'll destroy him or just prove him that he's not stupid for making that decision, but strong instead. And full of love too.

"Come on, Y/N! One song!"

You roll your eyes for the hundredth time at your best friend, sinking in your seat beside Jimin and Taehyung in hope their bodies could swallow you whole and your best friend would not be able to see you.

"I'm not drunk enough for this!" you reason, hearing Taehyung and Jimin laugh.

What, they know it's true. Jungkook knows that too. You've to at least have some alcohol inside you to be able to sing aloud in front of them, especially when Jungkook sings freaking good. You'd sound like a broken siren beside Jungkook, you're not ready for that embarrassment while being sober.

Jungkook cackles, putting down the mic. "Coming right up." he sings, opening the mini fridge in the small karaoke room that you rented for today's evening.

He pulls out a beer and hands it to you, in hope you'll sing your heart out with him soon. As much as he's enjoying singing with Taehyung and Jimin, the two of you are crazy whenever it's karaoke night.

"Okay, let's sing... Candy Shop!" Jimin yells excitedly, already turning on the song as he grabs one of the mics. "You, get drunk!" he points at you, raising a brow as you chuckle and open the beer for yourself, taking a gulp. "Let's go boys!"

You watch the three of them rapping, Jimin imitating the woman's voice while you record them, cackling on the small black leather sofa. He starts wiggling his ass, Jungkook not being able to sing how much he's laughing while Taehyung tries his best, singing and laughing at the same time. Their faces are red, their laughs filling up the room with your own as Jimin turns to you, wiggling his brows.

"Oh no!" you yell, already putting your legs up but Jimin slaps your legs back down, his ass right in front of you as he's giving you a lap dance while trying to rap the song.

You laugh, your stomach hurting while you flick off Taehyung when you notice him recording it. Knowing him, he's already posting it on his Instagram stories. Jungkook throws his head back, laughing as he claps excitedly, finding your red cheeks more than amusing.

Idiots. But they're your idiots.

One hour later and your third can of beer, things progressed a lot. You're no longer sitting and laughing at your friends, saving your own embarrassment for later.

"Are they... fucking serious?" Jimin mumbles with bewilderment on his face, watching you and Jungkook jumping while singing one of Rihanna's songs.

"We found love in a hopeless place, We found love in a hopeless place!" you both sing, gripping your mics tightly while you're too close to each other, noses almost touching.

You can feel Jungkook's breath on your face, his cologne hitting your nose while you both act dramatically just for the song. Completely clueless to your two other friends in the room that stare at you totally dumbfounded.

"Didn't they... break up?" Taehyung asks, leaning towards Jimin while he shares the same look of confusion, sitting on the couch beside his friend.

"They did," Jimin answers, seeing the two of you jumping as the chorus starts to play. "It's better than some tension or hatred feelings between them, right?" he asks unsurely, still finding it weird the two of you are completely fine when you were dating only recently.

"It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny, but I've gotta let it go!" Your voice boosts through speakers, your hand dramatically touching Jungkook's side of face while he plays along, leaning to your touch.

It's crazy that you keep going, even after singing top hits for the last half an hour. You're both breathless, your hair disheveled as if you've ran a marathon but all you've done so far is jump around and dance.

Jungkook looks somehow similar to you, his hair put in a bun to keep it from his face. His cheeks flushed, both from the alcohol and from the constant singing and dancing.

God, you just hope you won't get kicked out of this place. You're sure the two of you can be heard from the outside, but you can't bring yourself to care. One, you're already drunk and two, you're having fun. The song ends sooner than you wanted it to and you quickly pick another one, seeing Jungkook grinning from the corner of your eyes as he starts to stretch, preparing for another round of wild singing and dancing.

Jimin and Taehyung are watching you, but the two of you are too busy to notice that look on their faces.

"'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need, chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why," you and Jungkook sing together, already somewhere around the tenth song by now. "If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?"

"They're so fucking weird." Taehyung comments, staring with his big eyes at the two of you.

Jungkook grabs the back of your head, bringing you closer to him while you giggle while singing, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

"It's them," Jimin shrugs, taking a gulp from his own beer. "They have always been different than most best friends."

"Yeah, they're exes now too." Taehyung deadpans while Jimin rolls his eyes, but silently agrees with his younger friend.

After the song ends, Jungkook proudly declares he's going to "take a piss" (his words) causing Taehyung to tell him he's going too, leaving you and Jimin alone. You plop next to Jimin, pouting when he hands you an orange juice instead of a beer can. You've had enough, you can feel it that you're getting sleepy as soon as you allow your body to relax. However, with alcohol in your system you wouldn't be too opposed to drinking some more.

Unfortunately for a drunk you, Jimin already knows you by now and even offers you some crackers which you decline, sipping on orange juice.

"Are you and Jungkook really fine?" He takes the privacy of the room to address his confusion and worry, seeing you lean against the sofa before you glance at him with a slight frown.

"Yeah," you nod, "I already told you." You did, through text. He wants to see and hear you saying it.

"But he's back with Kiko." he points out as if you didn't know, causing you to chuckle as you shake your head.

"No, shit, Sherlock. I know." you laugh, met with Jimin's frown as he seems completely dumbfounded all over again.

"And you're not a little bit hurt by that? I'm sorry, I just find it hard to believe that you don't care and are completely fine with it."

"I'm not," you shrug, sweeping a few hair strands off your face that manage to fall out of your messy bun. "But just because she cheated. He doesn't deserve that. She doesn't deserve him." you slur out honestly, shrugging as Jimin nods agreeing.

"Yeah, but that's it? That's the only reason you don't like them together?"

Perhaps you're drunk, but you're not stupid and recognize the hidden meaning behind Jimin's interrogation. "What are you on about, Jimin? Spill it out." you raise your brow at him, seeing him give you a little distressed look.

"Isn't it because... I don't know, you love him, maybe?"

You almost choke on your spit, Jimin patting your back once you almost shoot from your seat, staring at you with wide and worried eyes. "You good?"

Ignoring his question, you glare at Jimin. "I don't love Jungkook." you inform him, causing his mouth to open.

"You don't?"

"No," you shrug, "I mean... I don't love him like that."

"And how do you love him then?" he asks confusingly.

"Like a best friend." you answer casually, deciding to taste the bacon flavored crackers after all.

You stuff your mouth, ignoring Jimin's eyes on you. "But you were dating." he points out.

It makes you snort but you don't comment any further. "Yeah, and we're not anymore. We're best friends."

"But didn't you guys love each other when you were dating?"

You turn to him, glaring at him as he quickly jumps to explain himself. "Sorry, I just thought you wouldn't be dating if you guys didn't love each other or had any deeper feelings for each other. You wouldn't risk your friendship like that."

You pause, stopping your chewing before you swallow it slowly. But Jimin sees the way you froze for a second and that's all he needs to confirm his suspicion. "You're not telling me something." It's not a question, it's a realization.

"Jimin," you sigh, mentally cursing yourself for not controlling your reactions better. But it's not fair of him to interrogate you while you're drunk.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me," he tells you softly, "But no matter what it is, you can tell me when you feel like it."

"I know," you tell him softly, giving him a faint smile. "Thank you, but I'm fine really." you assure him, earning a nod from him.

Wiping your sweaty hands against your jeans, you straighten yourself as Jungkook and Taehyung come back, grinning and laughing about something.

"You guys ready to go?" Taehyung asks, the only person completely sober since he's the driver for tonight.

You're sure you won't have any voice tomorrow morning, but surely will have a hangover from the alcohol you've drank tonight. Jimin helps you to get you to stand up, eyeing you worriedly when he sees you stumble but you laugh it off, leaning against Jungkook once everyone gets out of the room.

"I'm drunk," you comment while you wait for Taehyung and Jimin to pay for tonight, each of you splitting the bill beforehand.

Jungkook chuckles, holding you tighter when he feels you sliding down a bit.

"Today was fine. I mean fun." you blubber, causing Jungkook to hum while he stares at Taehyung and Jimin before glancing back at you.

Your eyes are already fluttering shut while a lazy smile makes its way on your lips.

"It was," he agrees grinning, "Let's get you home."

With Taehyung and Jimin approaching the two of you, you all are ready to go back home. They make sure you get into your apartment safely, bidding their goodbyes while you do the same thing, ready to take a shower and go straight to your soft bed.

You go to bed with a smile on your face, memories of tonight replaying in your head having no idea what the universe has prepared for the both of you.

#networkbangtan #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #btswritingcafe #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #jungkook fic #personasintro

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hopeswriting · 6 months

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was thinking about takeshi and how he's my favorite brand of unconditional devotion btw. the utter and absolute and all-consuming kind that runs so deep to the very core and is so intrinsic and fundamental to it, it can only express itself in the most casual and natural and certain way. without second thoughts, without any room for doubts or for any moral dilemma to be had over it, because of course he ought to always be breathing and living for his chosen person first and foremost. of course he ought to hang on their every word and make them true no matter what, no matter what he has to do to make it happen, no matter what he has to do to other people to make it happen, and no matter what it might turn him into in the process. because it's obviously the way the world should be for his chosen person. at their feet, ready to bend over backwards and break and build itself again to better answer to all their needs even if they don't ask it for it. it's the only right way it should be for them, and of course takeshi's going to do his utmost at all times to make it a reality as much as possible.

and his devotion comes out as naturally as breathing, comes out lighthearted and nonchalant like he might as well be talking about the weather, but it's not unaware of itself. it's not that takeshi doesn't know it's unhealthy and wrong and that he's willing to go entirely too far in its name for anyone's good. it's not that he wouldn't hear you out if you were to sit him down and explain to him just why he needs to tone it down a little (a lot). logically, he'd agree with you and know you're right. and then he'd tell you he's still not going to do anything whatsoever about it. that he's not bothered by it and doesn't feel the need to change anything to his attitude. makes it a point to never let anyone or anything sway him even an inch in the stand he took when it comes to that, no matter how many thousand of times you might go over the subject with him.

because the morality of his devotion isn't the point at all. is entirely irrelevant to it and doesn't affect the way he expresses it all. it's not the metric with which he draws a line in the sand to hold it accountable to. because the thing is, takeshi's entire world revolves around tsuna--tsuna is his entire world altogether, and it's just a matter of fact, that simple. to him it's a truth as unchanging as the sky being blue, and so being the way he is according to that truth is the only way he can imagine being that'd feel right to him. and so the actual and only metric that matters here is "would tsuna be happier if i were to do this?" and/or "is this something tsuna needs me to do?"

and like. i don't think takeshi ever stops being a kind person capable of compassion and understanding and mercy and forgiveness even ten years later once they became mafia through and through. and i don't think either he grows up to be feared and called a monster per se despite the things they inevitably had to do during those ten years (and the things they'll inevitably keep having to do as long as they keep being mafia), at least not in the way, for example, they'll never stop fearing and calling mukuro one. but i do think that among the tenth gen, he ends up being the one with the most ruthless, merciless and horrific blood on his hands of that particular and distinct loving kind. you know the one i mean, right? he comes to be the one most expected and the one first expected to be willing and to take it upon himself to go through with it when the need arises. and to think little of it after, if anything at all. all in the name of making tsuna's reign as easy on him as possible.

and it's to the point where it's the kind of blood that makes even mukuro pause at times. or, when takeshi is the one coming up with solutions himself during meetings, makes even reborn blink. not because it's unjustified or wouldn't be safe or efficient or anything of the sort, but because it is unwarrantedly thorough in its retaliation. and sometimes, at times like this, he's the one tsuna needs to step in for the most, because he's the only one who can reason with him that "yes, this would work in getting rid of our problem" but "no, please, don't do that takeshi". because if tsuna is the only thing that infers on just how much and in what ways he'll let himself be devoted to him, then of course, he's also the only one takeshi's willing to reign himself in for without second thoughts. because he'd hate to ever do something tsuna would disapprove of or wouldn't want him to do. or do something that'd make tsuna see him differently or love him back less even in the slightest.

and it's also like. his devotion isn't an undisciplined one. it's not one he doesn't have control over, the very opposite. it's a very purposeful and conscious choice he chooses to keep making over and over again every step of the way, and he taught himself to have control over it, to know when it's needed and/or wanted, and how much and in which ways it is when it happens, and to keep it down otherwise. and, yes, to also reign it back in at tsuna's request at times when it still slips past his control. because it's all about making tsuna's happiness easier and secure and long-lasting, and never about burdening him with just how committed he is to do that.

so it comes down to this: takeshi willing to go above and beyond and more for tsuna unless tsuna explicitly asks him not to. and to tsuna needing to ask him not to every now and then. and to other people pointing out to him how too many times tsuna's already needed to stop him, and that maybe there's a hint for him to take there. and to takeshi seeing the hint, looking it straight in the eye and recognizing it for what it is and just. deciding it doesn't apply to him because it's all perfectly normal behavior to him. because it's the only kind of behavior that makes sense to him and feels right.

and so—to circle back to my first point—he can only express his devotion as naturally as breathing, so casually, almost like it's something inconsequential and not worth talking about despite how unmistakably it couldn't be further away from being the truth. it's the only way he could have always known how to express it, because, after all, who has ever taken time to ponder about the details and the hows of the way they breathe?

and i, for one, absolutely eat that shit up every time, thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr meta #can i even call this one?? well i'm going to anyway lol #yamamoto takeshi #sawada tsunayoshi #i've never been normal about devotion in stories and characters and won't ever be so sorry if this doesn't make sense #also this is not to say the 10th gen loves tsuna any less unconditionally this isn't a competition #it's just me saying the particularities and specificities of the way takeshi specifically does it appeal to me the most #which is one of the reasons why i have such a big soft spot for 8027 #and it's not a problem in their relationship either btw that's also not what i'm saying #like tsuna doesn't mind it and absolutely /does/ reciprocate it 100%#he's just careful to keep an eye out so none of them will lose themselves along the way #also this is within the context of me shifting canon slightly to the left in the way where the 10th gen loves tsuna /so much/#they could just as well actually and properly worship him as a god and it still wouldn't make a single difference #and me liking to lean into that fully and taking it to extremes and it inevitably becoming some extent of dark #because considering the environment canon makes them express it (the mafia) it's like. well how else are they meant to keep it alive #and make sure it survives through it without giving it sharp teeth and claws and jagged edges of its own you know?#so if you feel like this is some kind of ooc-ness you're not wrong #but also consider: i'm not wrong either <3 #anyway consider also: unconditional devotion running /so/ deep down to your marrow and to your very essence #even in the face of the whole world telling you how wrong it is and how insane and unhinged you are for it and condemning you for it #it still wouldn't so much as make you consider the thought they might have a point #and i genuinely EAT that shit up every time i love to see it <3

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lavender--fairy · 1 year

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞

Neville says "Assume and let it be" As comforting this part should be, it turns out to be the hardest part for most of us. We just can't let it be we think "If i think it one more time then it will manifest" "if i affirm enough times it will happen""there must something more to it" but this just shows that you are still desiring it, you are "trying to make it happen" and that is NOT fulfillment and will cause you all sorts of problems.

Now some of you might want to let it be but just can't instead you are desperate and impatient and i'm gonna tell you how you can actually do it. I want you to truly TRULY understand this "Your imagination is the ONLY real reality" and "Leave the outer world alone for it is ONLY an illusion" this is very very important and i've said it unnumbered times and will continue to say it because if you overlook it you will suffer like i did. If Consciousness is the ONLY real reality and the outer world will reflect no matter what then why get so worked up about it? why worry "if it will happen", if you worry that just means you haven't completely accepted the law(as within so without) you aren't serious about it, i mean you've found GOD people all over the world are in search of God and you have found him don't just take this power lightly but completely accept him in you.After you accept you also trust his power and that means After you have assume something you let it be and that means to know it will come into being BUT not looking for conformation from the outer world.

When you assume something to be true as in if you have visualized a scene, you will want to look the outside to confirm your assumption, but this is the wrong attitude. You need to have confidence in yourself, that what you have assumed within, will happen in the outside world. You do not have to look for it, and by not looking for it, you will see it. No more craving or seeking. Now here are some really helpful quotes:

Many people get in the habit of thinking that "If I just think it one more time then it will manifest." No, it is when you let it be, you will be move under compulsion to manifest it. It is when you stop looking to outside world for confirmation, it will happen. Why? Because consciousness is the only reality. If your consciousness assumes something and then you use your consciousness to look to the outside to confirm, you will be denied, then you will accept the denied as truth and it is a cycle.

Think of manifesting as a breath. When you breathe in, you must let it go to accept a new breath. If you breathe in, and cling onto it, you will die. You will hold and hold and hold and you will never receive another breath. You must let it go to receive it. Every single time you succeed, there was this boldness, this confidence, this knowing that what you appropriated can effortlessly be done. This all comes from seeing yourself greater than your desire. If you try it you will see what I mean. Simply take the view that your desires are really nothing. They are simple goals that can easily be achieved within and through this you can feel the satisfaction of achieving it and you are able to move on.-Edward art

"So, people will tell you that “I work so hard at it,” well that's why you're failing. If you really believe all things are possible to God, and God is your own wonderful human imagination and his ways are higher than your mortal level, well then, what are you interfering with that state for? Assume the end and don't work it at all. You'll be moving under compulsion to manifest it, if you simply assume it and let it be. What do you do after someone is pregnant? Just let it be."-Neville

#lavendiary #law of assumption #law of manifestation #law of affirmation #affirmations #loa #loassumption #living in the end #neville goddard #loa blog #self concept #master manifestor #loa motivation #manifesation #manifesting #manifestation

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margotw10bis · 1 month

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Crashing On Crush.JJK 8 [m]

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 3.3k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: drugs

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"Kookie, I'm home" Mina announces when she steps in Jungkook's apartment

He is already waiting for her, determined to set the record straight. He has made his decision: he wants to be with you. Everything feels right with you. When you two talked at the coffee shop, he promised himself to do everything for you if you give him the chance to. He is tired of doing everything wrong and he wants to be happy, just for once. He does care about Mina, a lot. But he can't deny everything else for her. He has done it in the past, and nothing good arose from it.

"We need to talk"

Jungkook's serious tone makes Mina wince. She notices the frown on Jungkook's face and she knows that she won't like what is coming. She sits next to him on the couch.

"I think you should go back to Busan" Jungkook starts, carefully "I thought I could help you, but I can't"

"You're lying!" Mina exclaims, tears in her dark eyes

Jungkook's heart squeezes when he sees the pain and the betrayal on Mina's delicate features. He is hurting as much as she is.

"I'll still be there for you, Mina but you need to go to Busan, where people can actually help you. I called your parents, they'll arrive tonight to bring you home"

"You did not!" Mina gasps, now furious

She jumps on her feet, her whole body shaking of fury. She is angrily walking back and forth in the living room. She points an accusing finger at the person she trusted the most.

"How could you? You said you'd help me! You promised me you'll never give up on me!"

Jungkook closes his eyes at the accusations. They are all true. He promised when he saw her in front of his building waiting for him. When she asked him to help her. Because she is one of the most important people in his life. He promised because he thought she was Mina, his best friend. But as the days went on, Jungkook discovered new faces of her: she lied, she was manipulative, she was deceitful. She stole some cash in Jungkook's wallet and went out at night. If Jungkook promised her to help her, she promised to stop acting like that. She broke the promise first. And honestly, Jungkook is not strong enough to deal with that. He is still struggling for himself.

Suddenly, Mina's eyes narrow.

"It's because of her, isn't it?"

"What are talking about?"

"The girl we saw at the club. It's because of her! You are leaving me for her!"

"No, it's not because of her" Jungkook sighs, standing up too "It's because of you, Mina. It's too much to bare for me"

"She doesn't even know you! I know you. Do you really think that she'd want to see you again when she knows the truth?"

Jungkook winces, pain weighing on his heart at the simple thought of you rejecting him even though he knows that it's probably what will happen.

"But I'm here. I will never leave you. I know you, I know everything about you and I still love you" Mina's voice is way softer now.

She steps closer to Jungkook and cups his cheeks with her hands, making him look straight into her eyes.

"I love you, Jungkook. I always have and I always will. We can stay together, forever. I'll be better for you. I can't do it without you, please don't leave me"

Jungkook gulps and gently get her hands off of his face.

"Mina, I can't help you. I wish I could"

Mina's face changes once again and the soft features disappears to be replaced by anger.

"What did she say to you? That bitch must have said something, otherwise you won't leave me"

"She didn't say anything. This is not about her, I already told you" Jungkook is beginning to be sick of this go-around-in-circle conversation

"Do you love her?"

For a few seconds, the apartment goes completely silent. Jungkook looks at Mina, not seeing any emotion on her face. His jaws clench and he ends up nodding.

"Yes, I do"

Everything breaks in Mina. Jungkook is a fucking traitor. He promised her to always be there for her and now, he is ready to dump her for a girl he's known for five minutes. She knew you were not as innocent as you looked like. One thing is clear in Mina's mind: if she looses everything, then Jungkook will lose everything too.

"Okay" She says

Saying that Jungkook is surprised by Mina's calm tone is an understatement. He expected her to scream or to break everything. This is not normal...

"Your parents will arrive in a few minutes. Get your stuff, I'll go take a shower" He gets closer to Mina and hugs her "I am really sorry, Mina"

Mina doesn't hug him back but Jungkook understands that she is mad right now and he gives her room to process everything.

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The whole argument with Mina makes you cranky and a little blue. The meeting with the print company didn't go well either so you decide to stop at a pojangmacha. You don't care it's only 6 pm and you asks the owner a bottle of soju. As you are filling up your glass shot, you wonder what to do with Jungkook. The few days working with him made you hope that things could work between you. You felt so good with him, even when you were just talking. You felt a real bond between you but did you imagine everything because you wanted it to be?

You have no doubt that Mina loves Jungkook. How can you blame her when you feel the exact same? But you had the feeling that Jungkook wanted something - whatever is it - with you... If Mina confesses, will he change his mind? Will he say that he loves her too?

You are completely lost, overwhelmed by multiple feelings you can't even identify. You want Jungkook to be happy, even if it's not with you and if you suffer. That's how much you love him, ready to give up your own happiness for him. Are you crazy? Mina was kind of right: you don't know much about him or about his past. But you do know what kind of human being he is. He is kind, caring, smart and funny. He is the kind of person you can count on and you can trust. He is sincere with his feelings. Isn't it enough to say that you know him and that you love him for who he is?

But then again, Mina is standing between you and you can't deny that they have history... Aren't you the villain if you keep them from living their first love? Do you have to step back or do you have to fight for your feelings? There are so many questions in your head and not a clue to answer them.

With a dragger in the throat, you drink your shot. The soju burns the inside of your body but doesn't hurt more than the whole situation with Jungkook.

"Imonim!'"You call out the lady owner of the pojangmacha "Can I have some tteokbokki please?"

You pull out your phone from your bag to tell Aecha how it went for the printer since you haven't check your cellphone for hours now. You are surprised to see a text from Jungkook: 'Can you come over to my place at seven please? I want to tell you something' Your heart speeds up its pace and your cheeks redden. You check the time and you freeze when you see it's almost seven pm. You need to leave now if you don't want to be late.

"I'm sorry, Imonim, I have to go. I left the money on the desk" You tells the owner while grabbing your things

In the bus, you are thinking about a hundred of scenarios. You go through all the possible things Jungkook would like to say: that Mina confessed and he loves her too, that Mina confessed but he realized that he loves you, or something totally different about work... When you step out the bus, you still have no idea what will come out of your meeting with Jungkook.

You stand in front of his door, your heart beating loud in your chest and ears. You rise your hand to knock but freeze when you notice the door is open. Why? Did something happen? You begin to stress but you rush in to check on Jungkook. What if something happened to him? Is he hurt? You panic at the thought.

You check the living room and the open kitchen but no one is here. Same in the bedroom. Something is weird. You hear a faint noise coming from the bathroom. You gather all your courage and push the door. You are shocked by what you see: Jungkook, sitting on the floor with his back leaning on the bathtub's wall, sobbing and staring at a small pouch in his hands. There is a white and glistening powder in it but you don't know what it is.

What the fuck is going on?

"Jungkook?" You whisper

Jungkook bursts into tears and hides his wet eyes with his hands. Your heart breaks. He is such in pain and you don't understand why. You get closer to him, gently putting a comforting hand on his shaking shoulders.

"Throw it in the toilet, I can't do it" He manages to say between hiccups

You frown but don't ask question. You take the small pouch and flush the toilet, making it disappear. You kneel down and you tightly hug Jungkook. Even if you don't know what's going on, you are here for him. You always thought that Jungkook was a strong man, never afraid of anything. His look and his confidence are the definition of fearless. But now, you are witnessing something you have no idea Jungkook had. It's true that sometimes you felt some pain in his eyes but you never thought that he was suffering this much.

"It's okay, I'm here" You say in his ear while you caresse his hair and back

Jungkook throws his arms around you and holds on on you for dear life. It's like he is drowning and you are a lifeline. If he lets go of you, he will be swallowed by the huge and terrifying black hole underneath his feet.

You would give everything to make Jungkook stop suffering. You feel his pain in your whole body and it's suffocating. You want to cry of how much it's painful to see him in pain. You pray every god to soothe him.

"Tell me what to do" You ask him, hopeless in front of his tears

"Can you drive me somewhere?" He demands with a broken voice

"Of course, anything"

You pull over just enough to look at his face. His eyes are red and his cheeks are drenched by his tears. The pain on his pretty face should be illegal. You softly rub his cheeks with your thumbs and press your forehead against his. By that, you try to show him that you are here for him and that you love him, no matter what. Everything that has been before is long forgotten, you only care about now, about him.

You stand up and grab his big hands. The effects of the two shots of soju you have drunk earlier are completely erased. Seeing Jungkook this distraught sobered you up. Hand in hand, you walk out of Jungkook's place and he gives you his car key. He is way too shaken to drive himself.

"Where do you want to go?" You asks him when you are both in the Mercedes, the sun now melting into gold as it settles down into the horizon

"Busan"

You don't question more. Jungkook will tell you when he feels ready to. You type in the GPS the address he gives you and you start driving. You are quite stressed because it's been a long time since you have been behind a wheel but you are more preoccupied by Jungkook's well-being. When you enter the highway, you feel more relaxed because it's easier for you than driving in the city. Without taking your eyes off of the road, you grab Jungkook's hand in yours on his lap. You caress the back of his hand and you feel him relax.

Jungkook is sleeping during the whole four hours of driving. Even if it's late in the night, you don't feel tired at all. Your brain is working flat out to make sense of this situation. Why Jungkook was so distressed because of this white powder? What was this white powder? Where was Mina? Why does Jungkook need to go to Busan all of the sudden? If you had questions regarding your relationship with Jungkook earlier, now you have so much questionings about Jungkook, period.

The GPS leads you to an apartment block. Nothing fancy, just middle-class neighboring. You sigh and look at Jungkook. He is sleeping peacefully and you don't want to wake him up. He is calm now but you know the second he'll open his eyes, he'll suffer again from whatever it is. You give him some rest for a few more minutes and gently shake his shoulder. Jungkook slowly opens his eyes and your heart breaks a little when you don't see the usual sparkles in them. He used to have beautiful shiny eyes like stars at night but now, they are like a cloudy night. You miss his bright doe eyes...

"I need to go see someone" Jungkook simply says

"Do you want me to come with you?" You replies softly, you don't want to push him but just let him know that you are here if he needs anything

"Can you wait in the car? It'll just take a few minutes" Jungkook seems embarrassed to have let you drive four hours and not invite you in when you arrive

"No problem, take your time" You give him a reassuring smile and he leaves the car

Jungkook knocks on the door and waits a few seconds but nothing happens. 'He must be sleeping' He thinks and knocks again, harder.

"What the hell?" A grumpy and sleepy man exclaims while finally opening the door.

His eyes widen when he discovers Jungkook on the other side. He hasn't seen him in years and judging by the time, it's not a simple courtesy visit. He worries immediately.

"Jungkook? Are you okay?"

"No"Jungkook manages to say before bursting into tears

"Come on in and tell me everything" The man responds and puts a strong and reassuring hand on Jungkook's shoulder while guiding him into his living room.

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"I'm glad you went to see me" The man finally says after Jungkook told him everything "I know it wasn't easy but you being here says a lot about your courage and determination. You didn't choose the easy way and you can be proud of that. I am proud of you"

These words warm Jungkook's heart. He needed to talk to someone he could trust, someone who knew him in the past but didn't treat him like the others. That someone is Seokjin. Basically, Jungkook owes him his life.

"Do you want to sleep here tonight or are you going to your parents'?" Seokjin asks

"I haven't spoken to them in years" Jungkook winces "So, if it's okay with you, I'd like to stay at your place"

"No prob, I have a guest room" Seokjin smiles, patting Jungkook's shoulder

Jungkook smiles too, his friend does touch his shoulder a lot but he doesn't mind since it's a comforting habit of Seokjin.

"But, my friend drove me here so..." Jungkook starts, embarrassed

"Go get him, he can stay too"

Jungkook doesn't correct his friend, maybe because he is afraid that he will change his mind if he knows you're a woman. So he just gets up and walks back to his car.

When you see him, you get off the car.

"Are you okay?" You ask immediately, worried

"Yes, don't worry. We are going to stay at my friend's place for the night, okay?" Jungkook checks on you, he doesn't want you to feel ill-at-ease

You just nod, honestly exhausted now that the adrenaline went down. Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the apartment he was in a few minutes ago. This time, the door is unlocked and you both enter without knocking.

You are as surprised as the man in front of you but not for the same reasons. Seokjin expected you to be a man, and you didn't expect to see such an handsome man. His brown hair are messy but his features are just perfect. His eyes are in a so beautiful brown color and his lips are plump and juicy. He is as tall as Jungkook but he does seem older than him.

"Hi, I'm Seokjin, but my friends call me Jin" He warmly welcomes you

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. Thank you for letting us stay"

"Don't mention it"

His personality is soft and welcoming and you feel really good around him. There is something in his aura that calms you down after everything that you've been through today.

After saying your goodnights, Jungkook leads you to the guest room. It's quite a small room with a double bed and a drawer but you don't really care, you are just too tired. But that's when you realize that you're with Jungkook.

"I will sleep on the couch, get some rest" You tell him, gently

"Stay with me please. I don't want to be alone" Jungkook's voice is so fragile that you're afraid it will break

Your heart softens and cracks at his sweet but hurt tone. You step closer to him and hug him. You want to take all his pain away but you don't know how. Your eyes water at the intense emotion between the two of you. Once again, you feel the bond between you but way deeper than before since you have the feeling that you are witnessing a buried, hidden, maybe ashamed part of Jungkook.

Seokjin, being very considering, has brought two large t-shirts and sweatpants for you and Jungkook before you enter his place. You go to the bathroom to change while Jungkook does it in the bedroom. You take the opportunity to wash your face at the same time, removing your make-up.

When you come back to Jungkook, he is already in the bed but not sleeping. You turn off the light and join him. He immediately pulls you closer, your head resting on his chest and his arm around your waist. You hear his heart and it someway reassures you: it's not completely broken. Your hand goes up to reach his black hair. You run your fingers through it to soothe him and it works since he releases a content but weak sigh.

"Why did you come to my apartment earlier?" Jungkook asks

"What do you mean? You sent me a text" You answer, confused

You can't see it but Jungkook is frowning.

"I did not" But as soon as the words leave his mouth he understands: Mina must have done it while he was showering

It's another punch in his already smashed up heart. One of his best friends betrayed him in the worst way possible. Does she hate him so much to destroy everything around him? To destroy you? How much pain can he take from her without being too broken to fix it? Jungkook didn't know that Mina was ready to go this far to keep you away from him. She makes him show you his worst part without him even being prepared to deal with it. He was so close to drown but you saved him and you don't know it. Maybe it was a good thing that you received the text...

"Talk to me" You whisper as gently as you can but you still feel Jungkook's body tense under you "It's not because you owe me an explanation, because you don't. But I don't want you to go through this alone, Jungkook. I'm here for you, talk to me"

Jungkook stays silent for a few minutes, so you don't think he is going to talk. But then, he holds you closer, kisses the top of your head and starts speaking, confessing his darkest secrets and praying that you won't leave him afterwards.

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DESERVE IT - FINAL CHAPTER

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: The well deserved happy ending Javi and his beautiful wife waited for so long

• You can catch up on the rest of this wonderful story on my MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, happiness, happy ending and I don't wanna say anything else not to spoil it ❤️

A/N: I never thought I'd bring myself to actually finish this story, just like the rest of my series, it was meant to be a one shot nineteen chapters ago and it evolved into this beautiful romance ❤️‍🔥 I know it's just fiction but it felt so real sometimes when I was writing, there were times I was so deep into the story it felt Javi was right there talking to me, as I already told you, countless times I ended up writing my own name instead of Y/N because I was so deep into it and I thank you all for supporting me, for reading, liking, reblogging and commenting this story, if it weren't for you, this story wouldn't exist ❤️

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It didn't matter to you if you were walking around the house with your hair and makeup done but still wearing a dress gown that covered your white lingerie before you could actually put on your wedding dress. Your heart was hammering your chest, making your breathing uneven and your anxiety kicking you in the ribs at every passing minute, you just needed to find Javi, your Javi, your soon-to-be husband Javi, because in just a matter of hours, you would get married, your dream would finally come true and after battling so long for your happiness, building up your relationship, and against all odds you and Javi were about to have your happy ending.

You knew a lot of people betted against the two of you; they were just so sure things wouldn't work out, and that you and Javier were bound to break up, they assumed he would fail you, he would just break your heart, take you for granted or cheat on you, and that couldn't be further from the truth, as Javier took care of you as if you were the most precious stone he'd ever seen. He was just hopelessly in love with you and there was nothing he could do. It was simply love at its purest form, and even if it came later into his life, making Javi think during countless nights he wasn't worthy of loving, of having a family, there it was, simply and wholeheartedly, meant to be with the girl of his dreams.

You still had a few hours until the wedding, as the bride you had to start getting ready early, but you needed to see Javier, even if he was busy, or if he was getting ready himself, you didn't know, you'd been separated from him when you woke up, under the excuse he couldn't see you before the ceremony, as it would be a sign of bad luck, though you didn't really care nor believe those popular myths, nothing could ruin your day.

Still, you needed to get to Javi, it was just a real necessity to see him, to look into his eyes, kiss his lips and tell him what you needed to tell him before you two tied the knot, you didn't care if your clothes weren't adequate, - if you could call them clothes at all, it was just a simple gown covering you barely, but you crossed the house, not caring if there was anyone else there.

"What are you doing, mijita?" Chucho frowned softly as he spotted you and placed his hand on his hips, he'd just left his room, the one Javier was using to get ready, just to check up on his son and see if he was really going all the way, after all, even if Chucho believed his son was really a happy man now, he still thought it was better be safe than sorry, not giving the destiny any chances of repeating itself.

"I need to talk to Javi, don Chucho, please… is he here?" You asked him, smiling nervously at him and that poor old man's heart couldn't take it. He loved you like a daughter already and he knew how happy you made his son, so he only nodded and pointed at the door, "go ahead mijita, he's as nervous as you are" the man who treated you like a father would cleared his throat and walked away, wanting to give you two privacy to talk - or do whatever that dirty mind of his son had planned.

You knocked on the door so Javi wouldn't be startled once you opened it, and with no more waiting you got inside. Your heart raced and you could swear you fell in love all over again with Javier. He was just so effortlessly handsome as he checked himself in front of the mirror, his jacket suit was still open, allowing anyone to take a good look at his silky white shirt. His tie lying on the bed as if he'd just discarded it, Javi had just shaved that morning, his cheeks were smooth and soft as his mustache was meticulously trimmed, he'd brushed his hair as well, wanting to look his best for you. He also knew there would be a crowd of people watching him, well, the two of you really, but the main focus was him, because their money would certainly be on Javier not showing up for his wedding again. At first he thought he would like to show them how wrong they were, rub on their faces that Javier Peña was a reliable, responsible man, not only that, he was a family man, the kind of man to have a loving wife and build a beautiful family with their lovely kids, but as the days went by and the wedding date got just around the corner, he realized none of that mattered to him; he didn't give a rat's ass if people from town, Lorraine, or even his dad believed he was capable of settling down or not, because the only thing that mattered to him was you. You were the one Javi wanted to please, to impress and to hold on to forever, you were the love of his life and he was the love of your life and the thought of spending the rest of his days with you was enough to bring peace into his heart. So at the end of day, he didn't care what people thought or said, he cared about you, about the family you would have together and about having the perfect wedding in order to make you happy.

"Javi?" You asked, snapping him out of his daydreams and immediately turned to you. He wasn't expecting seeing you before the ceremony but smiled as you walked to him, sensing something was off, as you rushed to him, wrapping your arms as tight as you could around his body and buried your face into his chest.

"Hey hermosa, did something happen?" Javi asked with a bit of worry as he felt you clinging to his shirt, the way you sniffed and looked up at him with your teary eyes. You shook your head, you didn't want to scare him or bother him at all just because you were anxious. He held your head gently between his hands, holding you in place and analyzing your makeup, how beautiful you looked

"You're gorgeous, you know that? I love your makeup, and your hair is looking very nice too, even if you don't have your dress on, I could marry you just know, because you're perfect" he smiled and took your hand, humming in approval as he saw you had your nails painted red, despite everyone else saying it should be white, you just ignored them and went with your future husband's favorite color "rojo te sale tan bien, mi amor" he took your hand to his mouth, kissing it very gently, like the gentleman he was.

"I'm sorry Javi, I was feeling so anxious, I have something to say…" you took a deep breath and stared into his beautiful brown eyes, the most beautiful pair you'd ever seen, because they belonged to him and you loved everything that had to do with your Javi.

"Go ahead cariño, tell me anything you want, except if it's to tell me you don't wanna marry me anymore, that I don't wanna hear it" he joked softly and pecked your lips once more, dragging his lips to your law and going down your neck. You groaned, he wasn't playing fair with you and he knew it. He was your weakness and you did take a risk by showing up in front of him with very little clothing and yet all dolled up for him, but you ached for him, for his presence and reassurance, maybe not in a sexual way, not at that moment at least, but you still needed him close. You opened your eyes again and your hands went to the side of his head, fingers sinking into his soft hair, feeling his scalp and massaging it, loving that feeling, not caring if Javi would have to fix his hair again, it didn't matter to you and it didn't matter to him either, because nothing was better than that affection. He closed his eyes and purred at how you played with his hair, his hands were tighter on your waist and sat onto the bed, pulling you to him and having you on his lap. He held you as if his life depended on it, resting his face on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, closing his eyes as he was taken back to Colombia and the night he got badly beat up and you took care of him, even after he was awful to you, after he was petty, rude, jealous and bitter all of that towards you, you still offered him love, comfort and warmth.

He didn't deserve you, and yet, he was gifted you. Something he would never understand, how good things happen to men like Javier, but he wasn't going to complain, quite the opposite, he was going to get on his knees and thank the heavens every single day of the rest of his life. He thought of that night in Colombia and how it changed your lives forever. Back then, you were dating Manu, and Javi had been connected with Los Pepes, after going out looking for trouble because he couldn't control his jealousy of you, he came back home bruised and bleeding, and you sat on his lap and wiped off the blood patiently, devotedly and if he weren't in love with you then, he would've fallen head over heels, but after that night, the way you simply held him, gave him love and comfort, without asking anything in return just made him love you even more. At that night, he allowed himself to dream of a future with you for the first time, he dreamed of you and him, back on the ranch, living a married life and having a family together and now that things were finally happening, he wanted to just hold you and cherish you forever, the same Javier that once thought the domesticity of a relationship just wasn't for him, now realized he couldn't live without it.

He chuckled at how things changed and you frowned, snapping out of your own thoughts and looked at him, he nuzzled your chest like a cat, you loved that about Javier, how he responded to touch and how he couldn't stay away from touching you.

"What's so funny Javi?" You questioned him and felt as he shrugged

"I was just thinking of that night in Colombia, when I asked you to sit on my lap and how hard I fell for you, even more than I had before, because you were so perfect to me and I said I want to have a family with you and you told me it was my fever talking" he laughed "I'm glad you saw I meant well" he said and kissed your cleavage gently, his arms wrapped a little more around you, showing how much he enjoyed having you in his embrace.

"I'm glad you're here, cariño" his strong hand held your neck gently as he kissed your lips

"I'm glad the two of you are here" his hand ran down your chest and rested on your belly, as you gasped and looked at him with anxiety and surprise. How could he even know?

"How?" You whispered and Javi smiled big at you "I saw the test in the trash can yesterday, amor… I was waiting for you to tell me, but you didn't so I waited" he caressed your womb gently "besides, I noticed your changes, I've had for a while now… your nausea, how emotional you are when we watch TV, and this baby girl…" Javi whispered against your lips as his hands went for your breasts, squeezing them so gently, making you moan softly at his touch "... Do you really think I wouldn't notice your beautiful sexy tits being fuller and more sensitive baby?" Javi purred against your skin "you know me" he said looking deeply into your eyes.

"I was scared, Javi… we are going to get married and I was hoping we would enjoy our married life before having the baby, bu-"

And Javi kissed you again, he wanted to shut your pretty mouth so you wouldn't overthink and worry about things, so the best way to do so was by tasting your lips, breaking the kiss only when he saw you'd calmed down a bit.

"Listen… things are perfect the way they are, we're getting married and our beautiful baby Peña is already here, there's nothing else I could ask for, I have a loving wife and a baby on the way, it's much more than I deserve it, but here it is and I couldn't be happier… are you happy, hermosa?"

"Yes, Javi…" you whispered "then let's get married, baby girl"

•••

You had returned to your room to finish getting ready while Javi stayed behind, there wasn't a lot he had to do to get ready as men usually had only to shower and show up to these kinds of celebrations. He knew his dad was busy welcoming the guests and checking on everything the catering people were setting, and there was no way he could knock on your door and ask to hang out. He sighed as a lot was on his mind, how you two would be an official couple in a matter of hours and you'd take his name, becoming officially Mrs.Peña and how in nine months you would have a baby, your kid, in your arms. It was too much for Javi, but in a good sense, he couldn't wait to finally do all those things, but he would be lying if at that moment he wasn't feeling slightly nervous.

"Ready to tie the knot Javi? Honestly, I didn't think I'd live long enough to see that happening…" Steve took off his aviators as he walked towards his friend and chuckled at Javi's surprised face, giving him a hug "what? Someone had to make sure you wouldn't escape your own wedding this time" Steve winked and Javi groaned, giving him the finger but tiny arms wrapped around his leg, making him look down, as Olivia smiled big at him, with her sweet face

"Avi!!!" She said excitedly still having a hard time pronouncing his name but being so happy to be picked and lifted her up, she giggled as Javier tickled her small tummy gently and his heart raced to think in a short while his very own little one would be able to run around and play with Olivia.

"Where's your beautiful mama?" Javi asked and Steve chuckled "she's helping your girl get into her wedding dress because apparently these are tricky as hell to put on" he explained "now come on, it's time for you to get married" he said.

Javi had faced drug dealers, murderers, psychopaths, and all kinds of criminals one could think of, he'd been inches from them, interrogating those types in a small room in a police station, but none of them made him sweat with nervousness as having to walk down the aisle and wait for you there, at the altar. He looked at his side, where he saw Steve standing up, nodding at him softly, reminding him everything was going to be okay. Javi watched the guests, recognizing many faces all over the rows, he could swear most of them were whispering about him under their breaths. Well, at least they could see Javier Peña wasn't leaving anyone at the altar anymore, if anything, you would be the one who would get the chance to leave the infamous Javier Peña at the altar.

He chuckled at his own nonsense and looked down at his shoes, the waiting was killing him.

And then, a song started playing and he could swear his heart skipped a beat. He immediately raised his head and licked his lips, seeing you from afar, his dad offering you his arm so you would walk down the aisle with him, as your family wasn't around, Chucho decided to step in and walk you to your husband, so proud and happy to see you and Javi were finally staying together.

And the moment you walked closer and Javi could see you in your wedding dress, he was head over heels for you, all over again, and he knew he would continue to do so for the rest of his life. You were gorgeous, flawless in your dress, and all the wait made perfect sense, it all led to that moment, it was meant to be.

When you got to the altar, Javi extended his hand to you, taking it and pulling you closer, stealing a peck on the lips before you two turned to the priest who agreed to bless your wedding - after a lot of Chucho's persuasion.

And after a brief ceremony, you and Javi got married in the green fields of your ranch, among family and friends, after fighting a lot for your love, you were wholeheartedly his, his wife, the mother of his baby and officially Y/N Peña.

And just as that night in Colombia when you two had your first fight and he stormed out, and when he returned, he fell onto his knees for you because he said he was 'a perro a tus pies', he got on his knees again, not giving one crap if it was in front of dozens of guests, he wrapped his arms around your body and kissed your womb, so there wasn't any doubt to anyone that Javier Peña was officially a family man.

•••

The months passed by faster than you ever thought they would, as your belly grew bigger and bigger, and your baby evolved healthy and strong, you were also surrounded by love. Chucho was all the time around you, so excited about his grandkid, he very often interrupted his work to check on you, ask if you needed anything or offer you drinks or something to nibble on. Every time he went to town he'd be damned if he didn't spend a good thirty minutes telling whoever he encounter about his grandkid. And he also kept a small ultrasound picture in his wallet too, willing to show people how cute the baby was - even if it was hard to distinguish something in the image.

Javi wasn't as talkative and outgoing as his dad, and he didn't like talking about his private life to the same people who very often spread gossip about himself and his pregnant wife, so he kept all his love and affection for you and your baby. Javi was the best dad in the world, and your baby wasn't even born yet, and yet, he made sure to come back from work and give you all the attention in the world. Javi wasn't really happy while working on the ranch anymore so when the opportunity of becoming chief of police showed up, he took it. It was just enough adrenaline for him to keep interested in the job - arresting drinks and thieves, break up fights between college boys - but safe enough to come back home to his family at the end of the day. He couldn't complain about being a small town sheriff and you would definitely not going to complain about the sexy uniform he wore - even if Javi hated wearing them - and you couldn't even get started on his tactical vest, but just the mere thought of him in one of those was enough for you to jump on him. He'd told you it was just your pregnancy hormones making you overly sensitive to it, but you knew it wasn't, it was him wearing that devilish vest, that was what made you sensitive.

Javi would get home from work and hold you tight, always stroking your belly and talking to the baby. He wanted the baby to know her daddy's voice, because from the moment you two learned you were having a baby girl, she had her dad wrapped around her tiny little finger. So he just nuzzled your womb, talked to it and very often fell asleep with his head on your lap, doing everything he could to be close to his princess. Chucho and Javi did all the heavy work when it came to set the baby's room, painting, dragging the furniture around and leaving to you the decoration part - though the two of them had so many ideas for it: Chucho thought his granddaughter should go with the classic ballerina room, and Javi liked something to do with butterflies after all, he was already calling his daughter mariposita.

You didn't want to take sides, so you decided your daughter's room would be bear themed, the two men agreed reluctantly, but Chucho always bought ballerina related small gifts and Javi did the same with butterflies.

The night you went on labor was one of the most chaotic of your life: Javi wasn't home, there was an occurrence and he was called to the station, so you asked for your father-in-law's help and you had never seen Chucho Peña that nervous. If you weren't in so much pain, you'd definitely taken the car keys and driven yourself to the hospital. When Javi was finally located and he received the news you were giving birth, he dropped everything he was doing, leaving the things for the other cops to solve. He didn't give a shit if all the criminals broke free at that moment, only you and your daughter mattered to him. He drove like a madman and he would've certainly got a ticket for exceeding the speed limit if he wasn't the chief of police after all, but he made it in time to follow the miracle of life, until the doctors decided it would be better if you had a C-section, so they asked him kindly to leave the room, after all it would be an operation. Javier paced the hallway, worry and fear running through his body, he couldn't lose you nor the baby, even if no one had said anything remotely related to that, that was definitely his biggest fear.

But everything went well, and at that same time, Analuz Peña was welcomed into this world. Ana because it was his mother's name, and Luz because she was the light in his life, the light that was brought in by you. He held his tiny little baby, a little afraid of hurting her, as he couldn't remember the last time he held an infant for the last time, but when she opened her tiny little eyes and looked at him, it felt natural, because that was his daughter.

And for the following months you and Javi met happiness in the purest form: you were happily married, each day more and more in love with each other, now free from all the envy, jealousy and the mean remarks about the two of you, your daughter was a beautiful and healthy baby, loved by everyone and you couldn't have asked for a better life. To think you had gone to Colombia to try and mend a heartbreak by diving into work and you met the love of your life, and that the love of your life didn't think he deserved it, to think he had pushed you away only to lose his shit when you tried to move on, which you both found out it was impossible because your love was too strong and too intense, only to be together and then separated by destiny. But you and Javi were meant to be and the proof of that was the beautiful family you built as you two lived the happy, quiet life you two deserved on the ranch.

Analuz was so lucky to have you as her mommy and Javi as her daddy, and her baby brother who was still a tiny little dot in your womb would also be very lucky, because you were all right for each other, and the happiness you all got, you deserved it.

The End

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A/N: oh my god besties, I'm crying for real now, I don't know why but ending the stories always makes me so emotional and especially this story in particular, I'll never forget how emotionally invested I was, how many shitty days I had and writing these chapters and Javi were the things that got my mind out of it. I hope you enjoy it, it was written with all my love ❤️‍🔥 I know it is just a story, but at the same time it isn't just another story, just as it made me happy, it has made several of you happy as well, judging by the amount of amazing feedback I got throughout the two months and twenty chapters of this fic. I know it hurts to say goodbye, but remember Javi is ours and he can always be back for another one 🥺💕

"Tu el aire que respiro yo

Y la luz de la luna en el mar

La garganta que ansio mojar

Que temo ahogar de amor"

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