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[writerofsorts]

A Funeral and A Secret

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pairing: jason dilaurentis x female reader.

summary: 2x05 "the devil you know" episode imagine/rewrite.

warnings: death, funeral.

*read previous part here!

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The day after discovering that Ian Thomas was dead, the girls sat in the courtyard of the school, quietly chatting among themselves.

"Is this a suicide note or a confession?" Aria asked. The five girls were looking at a picture of Ian's suicide note that was found next to his body.

"It's both," answered Spencer.

"How do you have this, Em?" [Y/N] asked, confused as to how Emily had a photo of the note on her iPad.

"I sent it to her," Hanna replied. "I took a picture with my phone before we called the cops."

"It's weird," Emily said, a disturbed glint in her eyes. "Why would Ian kill himself just as he was about to skip town with Melissa?"

"Maybe he realized that he was gonna get caught," [Y/N] suggested and Spencer nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he knew he couldn't hide forever. Even with Melissa and Wren's help."

"He was probably desperate," Aria commented.

"Look, who cares why Ian did it?" Hanna spoke, a little annoyed. "The important thing is Ali's killer is dead and we are no longer people of interest."

"Why am I not feeling relieved right now?" Emily asked, still not convinced.

"Oh, Em, come on," Aria sighed. "For months, we've been about as welcome in this town as a cold sore. Now, people know that we've been telling the truth."

"And, Ian is out of our lives for good," [Y/N] added, Aria and Hanna nodding in agreement with her.

"Yes, but A isn't," Emily pressed and Spencer sighed out loud. "Can we please slay one dragon at a time?"

Spencer suddenly sat up and turned off the iPad. Her friends frowned at her behavior but soon understood when Garrett Reynolds stopped next to their table.

"Hey," he greeted simply.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Spencer asked curiously.

"I just came to return some evidence that we took from the field hockey office," he answered and looked around once before lowering his voice further. "Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry you all had to be the ones who found him."

"Melissa is the one who found him," Spencer replied.

"I'm sorry," Garrett said. "Then again, it could've been worse."

"What do you mean?" Aria asked him.

"Bodies decay. He had been dead for at least a week," he replied, making the girls freeze in their seats.

"Give my best to your family," he told Spencer and gave a nod to the other girls before walking away.

"A week?" Hanna whispered.

"That's impossible," [Y/N] said. "Wasn't he texting Melissa?"

"No, he wasn't," Emily said, realizing that her suspicions might be true after all. "I'm betting it was A."

"Why would A pretend to be Ian and then lead us to his body?" asked Aria.

"Does it matter?" Spencer asked. Although she looked stunned by Garrett's revelation about Ian's death, it was clear she wanted to move on from this topic. "The guy was scum and now, he's dead scum. Who cares if A found him first?"

"Aren't you the least bit curious as to why A would be involved?" Emily asked. "I mean, what does A want?"

"You know what I want?" Hanna asked. "I want to enjoy my life again before A finds a way to ruin it."

Hanna got up and walked inside the school with Aria and Spencer following behind. [Y/N] got up to do the same when she noticed Emily making no move from her seat.

"What is it, Em?" she asked softly.

"We now know A is involved," Emily answered. "Doesn't that make you nervous?

"Of course, it does," [Y/N] replied honestly. "Just for today, I wanna forget about A. I'm still recovering from seeing Ian's dead body last night."

Emily's previous apprehension shifted to understanding as she held [Y/N]'s hand. [Y/N] smiled and squeezed Emily's hand in hers.

"But, we'll figure this out," she said, hoping to reassure Emily. "We always do."

…

Later that night, after taking a shower, [Y/N] was dressed in her comfiest pajamas. She was settled comfortably in her bed, reading, when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come in," she called out, placing the bookmark on the current page she was reading, and closed the book.

The door opened and her parents appeared in the doorway as she placed the book on her nightstand. It gave her a sense of déjà vu except for her brother's absence, who went back to his apartment.

"Hi honey," they spoke at the same time and [Y/N] smiled.

"Hello," she said back. "You guys haven't slept yet?"

"No," Leslie replied. [Y/N] moved over and Leslie sat in the space next to her while James sat next to his wife. "Your father and I just got off the phone with Veronica."

"Uh oh," [Y/N]'s response was rather automatic.

"Nothing bad, we promise," James replied instantly, holding his daughter's hand on top of the comforter. "Veronica asked if we could be there at Ian's funeral for them. For Spencer."

"Of course," [Y/N] nodded and her parents shared a look.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to go if you don't want to," Leslie told her. "No one will say anything if you don't go. Even if someone says something, it doesn't matter."

"I want to be there for Spencer," [Y/N] answered. "Besides, this feels like a closure. The closure my friends and I have been looking for since- since they found Ali."

Her parents nodded, understanding where she was coming from.

"We also wanted to apologize for not believing you and your friends about Ian," Leslie said with guilt in her eyes and [Y/N] shook her head. "It's alright. It didn't help that Ian disappeared from the church that night. We had no proof other than our words and experience."

"That should've been more than enough," James argued, angry at himself. "If that wasn't enough, we agreed with Dr. Sullivan and Veronica when they suggested you girls should spend time apart."

[Y/N] could tell her parents were extremely guilt with everything. She was grateful for their understanding; at the same time, she felt a little guilty as well for meeting with her friends behind her parents' backs.

"I have to tell you both something," she spoke, looking between them sheepishly. "My friends and I didn't stop hanging out… completely. We still met up sometimes to talk about everything that's been going on. So, I'm sorry too."

"I had a feeling you girls might your find your way," Leslie said with a playful glare, ruffling [Y/N]'s hair and the latter laughed. "Dad? Are you upset?"

"Of course not," replied James. "This just means I don't have to drown in guilt anymore."

The three of them laughed and the parents engulfed their daughter in a bear hug. According to them, the town's biggest nightmare was over and they couldn't be more relieved.

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Next day at school, [Y/N] along with Aria, Hanna and Spencer were sitting in their class and quietly chatting before the teacher arrived.

A few minutes later, Emily entered the classroom and rushed over to her friends.

"Ian didn’t commit suicide," she stated with a finality in her tone. "The entire suicide letter is made up of A texts."

"What?" [Y/N] and Spencer exclaimed at the same time.

"How do you know that?" Aria asked.

"I read the note again and a couple of words stuck out to me," Emily explained. "I checked my old text messages. Come on."

Emily gestured the girls to follow her to the back of the classroom for privacy. She pulled out a paper from her notebook and Aria grabbed it first, reading the content.

"I killed Alison. I lost my temper, because she knew too much."

[Y/N]'s eyes widened at the last sentence. 'She knew too much' was text she and her friends had received after A tried to kill Hanna.

"But, there is only so much you can bury and it won't be that easy," Aria continued reading. "But, I know how to get rid of the pain. I can't run anymore. Come and find me. Ian."

"So, these are the parts from the texts?" Hanna asked, pointing at the parts that were printed and pasted on the paper.

"There are only five people that know about the texts," said Emily. "Us and A."

"How did you figure this out?" Aria asked.

"Please. I've been watching Wheel of Fortune with my mom since I was three," said Emily with a hint of humor.

"If A wrote this, that means Ian never actually confessed to killing Ali," Spencer said, her eyes filling with dread.

"It gets worse," Emily added, making the girls look at her in growing worry. "Logan Reed? The guy who dropped off money for Ian the night of the sting? I know where he works. We need more answers."

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The day of Ian's funeral arrived.

[Y/N] was dressed in a simple black dress with her hair in a simple half up-half down with some strands framing her face.

She arrived at the church with her family and it didn't take long before she spotted her friends. Except for Spencer as she was already inside the church with her family.

James, Leslie, and Sid went ahead to greet the Hastings while [Y/N] joined Aria, Emily and Hanna.

The four girls walked inside the church and the bells went off.

"Who's ringing it this time?" Hanna asked quietly, sarcasm lacing her voice.

"Hey, thanks for being here," Spencer said, walking over to her friends.

"Of course," [Y/N] smiled. "How's your family holding up?"

Spencer didn't answer and turned to look at Melissa. The girls followed the direction Spencer was looking and saw Melissa standing at the back. She was staring down at the floor with no expression on her face and had one arm wrapped around her protruded stomach.

A wave of sadness washed over [Y/N] as she took in Melissa's state. The older woman's gut-wrenching scream from the night they discovered Ian's dead body still rang in her ear sometimes. Melissa didn't deserve to deal with such tragedy, especially while being pregnant.

"What are the police doing here?" Emily questioned when she noticed several police officers stationed at the entrance and scattered throughout the church.

"Uh, my parents wanted them here in case any uninvited guests showed up," Spencer replied quietly.

"I thought my no-party-crashers policy was strict," Hanna joked lightly.

"I think Spencer means angry mob with torches," said Aria.

"I should get back to my family," Spencer smiled tightly. "Thanks again."

A while later, everyone gathered at the cemetery and watched as Ian's casket was lowered to the ground. The five best friends picked up dirt and threw it on the casket, one by one.

[Y/N] was the last to throw the dirt and dusted her hands. She glanced up and she was taken aback to see Jason sitting on a bench in the distance. He resembled a lost little boy as he sat by himself, staring down at his hands, and her heart went out to him.

Soon, the service was completed and most people had left. The girls' parents stayed behind, catching up, while [Y/N] stood to the side, debating on whether she should go check up on Jason or not.

"You should go talk to him," Hanna spoke, coming to stand next to her.

"What?" [Y/N] asked.

"You should go talk to him," Hanna repeated. "I mean, you were thinking the same, right?"

"Well, I was debating on whether I should or not," [Y/N] admitted. "And, I didn't think he would be here."

"Me neither," replied Hanna.

"Waiting for your parents?" Emily asked, walking up to [Y/N] and Hanna. The girls nodded in response and it didn't take long before Emily noticed Jason's presence in the cemetery. "Who's he waiting for?"

Hanna shrugged while [Y/N] said, "Maybe, he came for the same reason we did."

"To spit on Ian's grave?" Emily scoffed, making her friends laugh a little.

"No, for closure probably," said [Y/N].

"Well, I still think he's creepy," Emily said, crossing her arms across her chest. "Even if he wasn't hiding Ian, the guy's a freak and always has been."

Hanna looked at [Y/N], who pursed her lips.

"Anyway, I should go," Emily said, facing the girls again. "Tell your families I said goodbye."

"See you later, Em," [Y/N] replied just Hanna said, "will do."

Hanna turned to [Y/N] once Emily was out of earshot, "don't take her words to heart."

"I won't," [Y/N] smiled, shaking her head. "But, yes, I'll go talk to him."

"Good," Hanna smiled back. "Talk to you later?"

"Definitely," [Y/N] nodded and Hanna gave her a hug before walking away.

After making sure her parents and brother were still chatting with the Montgomery's, [Y/N] made her way towards Jason.

"Hi Jason," she said quietly, not wanting to startle him.

He looked up at her, surprise crossing his features, "Hey [Y/N]."

"Is it okay if I--" [Y/N] pointed to the seat next to him and he moved over instantly, giving her space. "Go ahead."

"Thanks," she smiled as she sat down and clasped her palms in her lap. "I didn't think you would be here."

"I didn't think you'd be here either," he replied, looking at her.

"For Spencer and her family," she answered and he nodded in understanding. "How are you holding up?"

"He was one of my best friends," he stated solemnly. "And, he killed my sister. I- it's hard to believe it. But, I got to admit that Ian and I stopped being friends after-"

[Y/N] looked at him curiously when he paused, "after he what?"

"Doesn't matter now," he shook his head. "How are you? I heard you and your friends were with Melissa when she found him."

"It was… unexpected," she answered. "We were following Melissa and Wren, because we were afraid Ian might hurt her. But, we didn't think we would find his… corpse, instead. I could still hear Melissa's scream in my head."

"I'm sorry," he said, sympathy lacing his voice, and she smiled a little.

"I just hope Ali can finally rest now," she said and he nodded, hoping for the same.

"She was so fearless," he remarked with a small, fond smile. "She used to threaten me all the time with one thing or another."

"Sounds like Ali," [Y/N] chuckled, Jason joining in.

"She was extremely smart, even as a kid," he continued. "She was fearless when she needed to be. I was always a little jealous of that… of her.

"I guess, that's why my parents can't even look at me anymore. They know they lost the wrong kid," he was holding back tears as he finished speaking and [Y/N]'s eyes widened at his words.

"Don't say that," she said back, grabbing his left hand with her right one on instinct. "Look, maybe you coming here today was a mistake."

"The opposite, to be honest," he replied, holding her hand, accepting the comfort she was giving him with the small gesture. "You don't know how good it feels to know it wasn't me."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, confused.

"I don't remember much from the night Ali died," he explained. "I blacked out and woke up the next morning with a wicked hangover and-"

He paused, reaching into his coat pocket with his free hand. He pulled a piece of paper and held it out to her, "and, this."

She removed her hand from his and took the folded piece of paper. She opened it and her eyes widened as she read the words on it, 'I know what you did.'

"Jason, who gave you this?" she asked, facing him again. "What does this mean?"

"I don't know, but it almost destroyed me," he replied, facing forward.

"You thought you killed Alison?" she whispered, afraid of saying the sentence out loud.

"Like I said, I was jealous of her," he replied quietly. "And, when I got loaded, I got angry."

[Y/N] looked down at the ground, processing the last few minutes.

"But, Ian's confession changed everything," he said, relief visible in his tone. "He did it, not me."

[Y/N] remained silent as her mind was fluttering with thoughts. Not for one moment did she think that Jason killed his sister. However, she also knew that Ian's confession was fake.

So, who really killed Ali? And, who wrote that note for Jason?

She looked down at the paper one more time, her eyes scanning the words. She didn't know if she was being paranoid, but the handwriting looked similar to Ian's 'suicide note' which was actually written by A. So, she couldn't help but wonder if A had been around on the day Ali disappeared and messed with Jason for some reason.

"[Y/N]?" Jason's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "You okay? You've been silent for a while."

"Yeah, I'm okay," she cleared her throat, before passing the note back to him. "I think you should get rid of this. You- you never know with the people in this town."

He stared at her for a couple of seconds before nodding. He took the note from her and tucked it inside his coat pocket again to take care of it later.

Before either could of them could speak more, several footsteps coming in their direction made them look up.

[Y/N] felt her heart drop to her stomach when she saw that it was her parents and brother. The three of them looked confused seeing her sitting with Jason. She stood up once they were closer and so did Jason. Leslie was the first to break the silence as she smiled at Jason kindly.

"Hi Jason, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm good, Mrs. [y/l/n] and you?" Jason replied back politely.

"Good, thank you," said Leslie.

"Are your parents here?" James asked.

"No, they're not," said Jason. "Coming back to Rosewood is not easy for them."

"Give them our best," Leslie said with sympathy and Jason nodded, "I will, thank you."

"Are you planning on staying?" Sid asked next.

[Y/N] was a silent spectator and she felt a little embarrassed with all the questions her family kept asking Jason. But, he was patiently answering them.

"I do," he replied, clearing his throat. "I've been doing some renovations around the house. They're almost complete."

"Good, good," Sid nodded. "Well, reach out if you need anything."

"Absolutely, don't be a stranger," Leslie added.

"I appreciate it, thank you," Jason said with a small smile.

"Well, we should get going now," James said. "Good to see you, Jason."

"Likewise, Mr. [y/l/n]," Jason replied.

"Bye, Jason," [Y/N] said with a small wave and he smiled at her politely, "Bye, [Y/N]."

Leslie and Sid exchanged their goodbyes with Jason as well before the family of four walked to the parking lot.

"Honey, I didn't know you spoke to Jason DiLaurentis," James broke the silence first.

"Oh, I do… occasionally," [Y/N] replied, a little anxious. She didn't think she would have to talk with her family about Jason this soon. "I mean, I just say hello when I see him around."

"So, this was not the first time?" James asked. He was trying to seem nonchalant, but he didn't like seeing his daughter around a… boy.

"No, not really," [Y/N] replied in a small voice. She didn't want to lie, because her family must've noticed the comfort with which she was speaking to Jason.

"How about we stop at the Grille for some lunch?" Leslie asked once they reached the car, trying to change the topic. Just like her husband, she was curious as to when her daughter started talking to Jason like a friend. At the same time, she knew [Y/N] would talk to them when she was ready.

James, who knew what his wife was doing, stared at her. [Y/N] and Sid watched as their parents had a silent conversation before James sighed in defeat.

"To the Grille, it is," he spoke, getting into the driver's side of the car. Leslie smiled in victory and winked playfully at [Y/N] before getting on the passenger's side.

"I'm here if you need anything," Sid told her simply and opened the backdoor of the car for her to go in first.

"Thank you," she smiled at him before getting inside the car.

Sid got in the seat next to her and closed the door. The ride to the Grille was silent but not uncomfortable.

[Y/N] was grateful that her family did not push her to share more about what's been going on with Jason and her. Not much happened for her to talk about anyway… not yet, at least.

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*read next part here!

ps: i gave the reader/ofc’s family names because it was getting a little difficult to keep up with the abbreviations. sorry for any inconvenience!

[gunilslaugh]

Regretting The Bet (Happy Ending Version)

Little Disclaimer: I'm still on hiatus I just didn't want to leave my lovely readers hanging too long for these happy endings since I don't exactly know when I'll be back.

All members  – * - * –

Summary:Xdinary Heroes sincerely regret ever making that bet. They feel horrible for hurting you, but when they run into you they find out that you’re just fine. (Happy Ending Version)

WC:~3.3k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

“I hope I never see you again.” Gunil keeps hearing you say those words. He remembers the pain in your eyes and the anger in your voice. Your last conversation haunts him. It’s been a few months, but he still plays it over in his head everyday. He feels absolutely horrible. If someone asked him right now what his biggest regret was he would answer making that bet. Betting that he could make you fall in love with him. He doesn’t even have excuses to make about why he did it. Maybe he thought that it would make him seem cool, although how would doing such a horrible thing make him cool? It made him a massive jerk. Perhaps he thought that it could give him some type of street cred, but who would want street cred about being a guy who played with someone’s feelings? Even any possible reasons he tried to think of could never justify for what he did. Gunil is only left with the consequences of it. 

Gunil was stopping in to grab a coffee before heading into the studio for the day. Much to his surprise he finds you inside the shop as well. You’re with one of your friends and you look really happy. It makes Gunil feel relieved. He thought that you would still be hurting, like him. However you deserve to be happy and Gunil was about to exit the shop, to let you keep being happy when, “Gunil!” you called him. He was even more surprised you said you never wanted to see him again. He turns to look at you and finds that you're approaching him.

“Y/n,” he says.

“Can we talk for a minute?” you asked. You just keep surprising him. 

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed. The two of you went and sat at a table. He notices your friend watching him like a hawk, but he knows he deserves it. “You look good,” he said. 

“Thanks,” you smiled. 

“You don’t have to believe me, but I am really sorry about the bet,” he apologizes. You know he is, you can tell by how awful he looks.

“I do believe you. I’ve forgiven you too. I was really upset at first, obviously,” you chuckled. “I healed from it though and I’m doing really well now.”

“I’m glad.” Gunil opens his mouth and closes it again, hesitating about what he’s about to say. “I miss you and I want you back. I know that I don’t deserve you back, but I seriously regret what I did. I want to make it up to you. Could you give me a chance, another chance?” Gunil is so nervous that he thinks you might be able to see his heart beating in his chest. He’s expecting rejection but a part of him is hoping that,

“I miss you too,” you say. Gunil lets out a breath, but he’s not feeling relieved yet. “I don’t really trust you right now,” Gunil’s breath hitches. “But I am willing to let you earn it back,” you finished. This time Gunil lets out a breath of relief. 

“Thank you so much.” Gunil reaches out, taking your hand is his. “I promise I’ll never hurt you again.

“You better not.” You held his hand back. Gunil feels like the luckiest man alive.

Jungsu

Jungsu didn’t take the money just like he said he wouldn’t. He regrets everything. He never should have made that stupid bet. 

“You act like such a nice guy, a caring guy, a sweet guy. And I fell for it.” Jungsu’s head falls into his hands as he recalls your words. Why did he have to make that bet? He could have just dated you normally. Been a nice, caring, sweet guy that you would fall for, but no he wanted to prove that there was more to him than being a nice guy. Even looking back that sounds so stupid. What did he think was wrong with being a nice guy? Jungsu guessed that he did get what he wanted. He doesn’t view himself as a nice guy anymore. He hates himself, thinks that he is pathetic and a horrible person. He hurt you and he will never forgive himself for that. 

Jungsu is out wandering the streets. It’s night and the air is chilly. Jungsu didn’t bother to put on a jacket because he didn't care. Presently he didn’t care about himself because he was a horrible person. He thinks he might be going crazy as he sees a person who looks exactly like you coming up to him. There’s no way you would ever willingly approach after what he did to you. 

“Jungsu, why are you out here? It’s late and cold.” Jungsu blinks his eyes multiple times. Was it really you? Were you really standing right in front of him? “Jungsu?” You waved your hand in front of his face. 

“Y/n?” His voice almost cracks.

“Hi,” you said. 

“I really am sorry, so sorry. I’m a horrible person for what I did. I never should have done it. I regret it so much. I didn’t take the money either for whatever that’s worth,” he began to ramble, leaning forwards. His knees even looked like they might buckle any second. 

“Jungsu, Jungsu.” You reached out, taking a hold of his arms, scared that he would fall. “It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m great actually.” 

“You do look great,” he voices, looking you over. “I miss you so much it hurts.” he whispered, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. “I’d do anything to have you back.” His words were even quieter than his previous whisper, but you still heard them. 

“Maybe you really are a nice, sweet, caring guy. A nice, sweet, caring guy who did something incredibly stupid,” you emphasized. 

“That’s exactly what I am and I’ll do anything you want for me to make it up to you. Please come to me y/n,” he pleaded. Jungsu now takes a hold of your arms too. Fingers loosely wrapped around your elbows. His eyes look at you with desperation, waiting for what you’ll say next.

“Anything?” you pressed.

“Anything.” he nodded his head firmly.

“Then go back home and out of the cold. If you’re sick we can’t talk about figuring us out tomorrow,” you smiled gently. The word “us” rings through Jungsu’s ears and brings warmth to his body. 

“Thank you,” he tells you sincerely. Then he releases his hold of your arms, wishing you a goodnight before rushing back home.

Gaon/Jiseok

“That’s how I feel knowing that I was just a bet.” Jiseok sighs, sitting down on his bed. You weren’t just a bet. He knows that you don’t believe him, but it is true. After getting to know you he fell for you too. He stopped caring about the bet. That’s why he never told the members when he found out that you fell for him. They only found out after seeing a “love you” text that you sent him. You don’t know that though and you also don’t know that he returned the money his members paid him for winning. He didn’t want it. It made him feel bad. In fact he was even planning on telling you about the bet, but he didn’t know how to. He knew that telling you about it would risk losing you. He didn’t want to lose you, so he thought he would take the time to plan it all out. Figure out how to tell you in a way that hopefully wouldn’t result in you leaving him.

Alas you found out before he could. He tried to tell you the truth, but you didn’t believe him. He can’t blame you though. Jiseok wanted to explain the situation to you so badly, but he could see how hurt you were. How your trust for him had been broken, so instead he let you go. Watching you walk away he wanted to chase after you, but he knew at the time it wouldn’t do any good. 

Now all he can think about is how he should have never made that bet. How he should have called it off. Why didn’t he call it off? Why did he make such a huge mistake?

Jiseok was on his way back to the dorm after finishing up practice when he crossed paths with you. Ironically enough it’s the exact same spot the two of you broke up. 

“Hey Jiseok,” you spoke up first. 

“Hey,” he said back. 

“How have you been?” you asked him. 

“Not great, I feel really bad y/n. I did really mean it when I said that I cared about you. I made a mistake not calling the bet off. I regret even making it in the first place too. I’m sorry,” he answers. 

“I believe you and I accept your apology.” you tell him. 

“Then is there any way that we could get back together or could I at least explain myself?” he questioned. 

“Let’s start your explanation. Then we’ll see.” Your answer invokes a spark of hope in Jiseok. Maybe he hadn’t lost you for good.

“I did first approach you because of the bet and that was wrong. As I got to know you I fell for you. Fell for you really hard. I didn’t care about the bet. I didn’t even tell the members that you fell for me. They only found out after seeing a text from you. I also returned that money they gave me. I didn’t want it. It made me feel horrible. You’re weren’t just a bet to me. I was actually trying to come up with a plan on how to tell you about the bet. Hopefully tell you about it in a way that wouldn’t end in you leaving me, but you found out before I could. I knew that if I told you all this then you wouldn’t have believed me, so I let you go. Even though I really wanted to chase after you,” he explained.

“Ok, let’s get back together,” you state. Jiseok launches himself at you in a hug, letting out endless thank yous. 

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin returned that day from the cafe and immediately started arguing with Hyeongjun. 

“Why did you tell them? You ruined everything!” Seungmin yelled as he held Hyeongjun by the collar. The other members were quick to separate them. 

“Yes, I know I ruined your fun, but you were just playing with them! You were gonna break up with them after you won the bet. They deserved to know. I couldn’t just let you play with them!” Hyeongjun yelled back. The other members and Seungmin were shocked. They never heard Hyeongjun shout like that before. Seungmin went to his room, slamming the door behind him. He wasn’t actually mad at Hyeongjun for telling you, he was mad at himself. Hyeongjun was right. He was just playing with you. He was gonna break up with you at the end of the three months. However, seeing how hurt you were, being seconds from breaking down. All because of him made him see how awful what he was doing was. He regrets it. 

The sights of you walking out of the cafe and the last words you said to Seungmin, “I hope I never see you again.” keep stabbing him in the heart. The event even haunts his dreams and sometimes he wakes up with tears in his eyes. He finds that he misses you. That all those dates he took you on weren't just so he could win the bet. He actually really enjoyed spending time with you. Seungmin thinks of it as karma. It’s what he gets for doing a heinous act. He hopes that you’re doing better than him. That you aren’t still hurting because of an asshole like him.

Seungmin is in a convenience store buying some snacks for the dorm when the bell chimes, alerting that someone has entered. He looked over to the door just in time to see you entering. He briefly thinks about hiding. You did say that you hoped you never saw him again. 

“Seungmin!” Before he can even decide you’re calling his name. He’s surprised to say the least. However he is pleasantly shocked to see how good you look. Your eyes are bright, you’re wearing a smile, your outfit is cute. 

“Hey y/n,” he greets you a bit awkwardly.

“I’m not mad at you anymore Seungmin,” you inform him. Seungmin doesn’t know what he did to deserve that. 

“Thank you. I’m really sorry for what I did. I mean it. I’m not only sorry because Hyeongjun told you. I’ve come to regret what I did. I was being an awful person. I’m sorry I put you through that. You didn’t deserve it…and I miss you too,” he apologized. You can tell he’s sincere. 

“Sounds like you did some growing up,” you said. Seungmin nodded. “Oddly enough,” you started. “I miss you too.” That ignited a spark in Seungmin.

“Will you take me back then?” he asked hopefully. “I know things will be different after what I did, but I really want to try and make things work between us,” he added. It’s probably only been a few seconds, but each passing second feels like an eternity for Seugmin as he waits for your response. 

“I want to make things work too,” you finally answered. Seungmin thinks this the most relieved he has ever felt. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.” Seungmin couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeonjun really didn’t want to hurt you. He knows that it doesn’t sound believable because if he didn’t want to hurt you then why did he do the bet? Hyeongjun doesn’t have a simple answer for that. Honestly he was interested in you before he even made the bet with his members. In some twisted way the bet gave Hyeonjun the confidence to go up and talk to you. As to why he didn’t call off the bet after your relationship started, Hyeongjun doesn’t know himself. He wished that he had though. He regrets taking the money. He regrets buying something with it. He felt so much guilt that he returned what he had purchased. He also gave the members their money back. Hyeongjun desperately wishes for a time machine. A way where he could go back and fix what he did,but he can’t. He wishes that he tried to explain why he did it, instead of telling you goodbye. Because even if you didn’t believe him at least he would have tried. Maybe one day you would believe him and know the truth. What’s done is done. He has to live with the consequences. The guilt, the pain, the heartache. He’ll deal with it because he knows that he deserves it. 

Hyeongjun likes to go to your guy's old spot. To reminisce on the good times you had together. The times where he was just happy to be with you.

“You still come here?” Your voice caught his attention. He turns around to see you. He almost can’t believe it. He thinks that he might be dreaming.

“Yeah, reminds me of good times,” he tells you. You smile. It’s just as beautiful as he remembers. 

“It reminds me of good times too,” you state. 

“I know you probably still won’t believe me, but I really didn’t want to hurt you. I returned what I bought with the money and the money. Because it didn’t feel good, it felt horrible. I shouldn’t have gone through with the bet. I regret not calling it off. I really just wanted to be with you y/n. I’m sorry for everything,” he expressed.

“Thank you. I’ve forgiven you a while ago Hyeongjun,” you tell him.

“I was actually interested in you before making the bet, but I was too scared to approach you. I guess in some type of messed up way the bet gave me the confidence to talk to you. I was so happy when we got together. I should have called the bet off after that. I have no reasons to explain why I didn’t. Only that I regret it. It’s the biggest mistake I ever made. Like I said earlier I just wanted to be with you. I should have found the courage to talk to you some other way. Then I never would have hurt you,” Hyeongjun explained.

“Yeah that would’ve been better,” you say. 

“I still want to be with you y/n. I understand if you don’t want to be with me after everything, but I’d like to be with you again.” Hyeongjun talks to you with the courage he wished he had at the very beginning.

“I think it’ll take some work, but I want to be with you too,” you spoke. 

“I’ll do all the work I need to do,” Hyeongjun says purposefully.

Jooyeon

“Don’t be too sorry you did win the game. I fell in love with you, so congratulations. I hope you had fun playing.” Jooyeon hasn’t been able to play games after you said that. Anytime he tries he thinks about how he hurt you. You were right he did know what he was doing. The bet sounded like a fun game to him. He wanted to play and win and he technically did both of those things. However it wasn’t worth it. He didn’t have fun playing, well maybe at first, but definitely not at the end. He regrets it so much. He was foolish and awful. 

Jooyeon kept that plushie that he won that day. The one you harshfully shoved back into his chest. He doesn’t know why he keeps it though, it only tortures him. Reminds him of how horrible he was. Maybe that’s why he keeps it. It’s like a form of self punishment. He hugs it to sleep as he cries wishing that he hasn’t been so dumb. That he could still be with you. 

Jooyeon stands in front of the arcade. The last place he was together with you. He comes here sometimes to think about that day. What he possibly could have said. What he shouldn’t have said. Maybe if he just came clean and owned up to it all you could have found a way to forgive him. That two of you could have worked through it and still be together. 

“Aren’t you gonna go in?” Jooyeon can’t believe the voice that he is hearing. He must miss you so much that now he is hearing you. When he turns around he finds that he is not imagining hearing you, it’s actually you. 

“Y/n,” he says in disbelief. 

“Hi,” you greet him. 

“And I no I’m not going in. I can’t play games anymore,” he reveals.

“What? You love games.” Now you are the one in disbelief. 

“Not after I hurt you. Making that bet was one of the dumbest things I ever did. I viewed it as a game that I wanted to win, but I regret it all. It wasn’t fun and horrible towards you. I did enjoy our time together though for whatever that’s worth. I liked gaming with you and going on dates. I do care about you. I’m in love with you.” Jooyeon almost can’t believe that last sentence left his mouth. It’s not like he had anything to lose though. That last sentence shocked you to your core. 

His game was supposed to be about you falling for him.

“You are?” you questioned. 

“I am. I realized it the day you left.” He chuckles at the ironicy. “I love you. I want you back. I know I don’t deserve you, but I’ve grown. I’m not stupid enough to hurt you again. If you’d give me another chance,” he states. 

“I don’t fully trust you,” you started off. Jooyeon’s heart sank. Thinking that he has lost you for good. “But I think you could win it back,” you finished. Now Jooyeon’s heart skyrockets with joy.

“Thank you. I’ll do everything to win it back I promise,” He grabbed and held onto on of your hands tightly. 

“Let’s go inside,” you said.

[goddamnedamericanjedi]

Rock God

[astaroth1357]

Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves… 

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass… 

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish. 

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan 

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway. 

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus 

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub 

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried. 

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor 

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

[mandospace]

Promise (Boba Fett x Reader Smut)

Request:  Hello! I was unsure if you were still taking requests, but I was wondering if you could write a Boba x reader fic where they make a bet to see if reader would last a night as a his “bounty”. Kind of like a primal kink thing? 😅 Your writing is so amazing thank you so much for the Din and Boba content! ♥️

Requested By: @xothra

Word Count: 5,797

Warnings: SMUT! If you are under 18, DO NOT INTERACT! Primal kink, hunting (?) kink, slight bondage, fingering, spanking, PinV sex, strong language, a hint of fluff?

A/N: I am a whore for Boba. That is all. **gif cred to @humanveil!**

MASTERLIST

“Right there,” Boba groaned, jaw clenched tight. Pain radiated through his back, his muscles tight and tense from the stressful life he lived as a bounty hunter-turned-kingpin. “Fuck, your hands are like magic, princess.”

“Kriff, Boba, what did you do?” your hands moved down his back, fingers prodding the sore muscles. You shuffled down his body before sitting on the back of his thighs. Boba had come home from a long hunt, complaining about how his back was hurting. He never complained, so you knew he wasn’t feeling well when he collapsed on your shared bed within his chambers. His beskar armor and shirt was already stripped from his body, revealing the tight muscles that were colored with bruises, some fading and some new. When you offered him a back massage, he quickly nodded and turned over on his stomach. His muscles were extremely tense under your fingers as you tried to massage the tension away. 

“Dunno,” he mumbled into the pillow, eyes screwing tight at both pleasure and pain. Your fingers were cool against his back, a welcomed comfort after a long day. He barely registered your weight when you sat back on his thighs, too encompassed in your soothing touch. “One moment I was chasing after the quarry and the next my back was killing me.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” you rubbed soothing circles into the dip of his back. “Lay low for a while, let Fennec take over the hunting.”

“You saying I’m too slow, princess?” Boba quipped underneath you, turning his head to the side so you could hear him more clearly. “That I’m getting too old for this?”

“Never, Boba,” you smirked to yourself before leaning down and pressing your lips between his shoulder blades. He shivered under your touch and let out a small sigh. “All I’m saying is that maybe you don’t have to hunt anymore. Let some other bounty hunter chase after your enemies.”

“You do think I’m old.” Boba huffed, turning under you so he could see your face. You settled down over his hips and ran your hands up his stomach, stopping to play with the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. 

“Well...” your words trailed off, bottom lip catching between your teeth. Boba had a tough life- much tougher than most. Bounty hunting was never an easy profession for anyone, and it certainly wasn’t kind to him. Working for crime lords was always dangerous, especially one that owned a rancor and sarlacc. Life didn’t get any easier for Boba after he crawled out of the pit- it took him years to regain his strength and armor. Only recently have things started going his way, what with finding you and performing a successful coup. He shouldn’t have to work anymore, he deserves to relax and rule the Outer Rim with you by his side. “Why not relax and take a little break from hunting. Rest up until you’re feeling better, and then you can get back to chasing down quarries.”

“I am perfectly capable of hunting right now,” he playfully glared at you. Smiling, you ran your hands further up his body, cupping his jaw. Your body followed your hands and you leaned over him, nose brushing his.

“Darling,” you placed a soft peck to the corner of his mouth. “You couldn’t catch me if I ran out that door right now.”

Your mouth on his skin was distracting, but he still caught your words. “I could too!” Boba gripped your hips suddenly and flipped the two of you over so that he was now on top. He tried to ignore the slight pain that still radiated from his back. “You wouldn’t even make a mile outside the palace gates before I caught up to you. And that’s being generous.”

“Is that a challenge, old man?” you teased, teeth nipping down his jaw and neck. “I bet it would take you longer than a day to find me.”

“Oh really?” Boba couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto his lips. He loved the playful banter the two of you sometimes shared. It always led to you in his bed, trapped between the mattress and him for hours on end. “What do I get if I win?”

It was Boba’s turn to tease you now and his lips started to trail down your neck. He stopped right over your jugular, sucking a dark spot on the soft skin. You tried to hold back the breathy moans that threatened to spill from your lips. “If you win, you could do whatever you want to me for a day.”

“I’m going to need a little more than that, princess,” he smirked against your skin. “What’s stopping me from taking what I want from you right now since you’re already under me?”

“Fine,” you relented. “A week.” If he won, it’s not like you were actually losing anything. A week filled with Boba doing whatever he pleased to you left you wet and needy beneath him.

“That’s more like it,” Boba growled before he pressed his lips against yours in a searing kiss. He wasted no time before he licked into your mouth, moaning as he forced you into submission. 

“But,” you broke off the kiss, chest heaving. “If I win, you need to take a break from hunting. A real break.” 

“You’ve got yourself a deal, princess,” he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. “I’ll have you back in my bed before the suns are down tomorrow. Then the real fun will begin.”

“Not if you can’t catch me, old man,” you winked before pulling his lips back to yours. 

Tomorrow, the hunt will begin.

___

“You can just forfeit now,” Boba hummed against your neck, pulling you tightly against his chest. It was the next morning and you were grabbing last minute items to throw in your satchel. You had everything a girl running from her bounty hunter lover could need- credits, food, change of clothes, and your blaster. “I won’t hold it against you. I’ll still uphold my end of the bargain and keep you in my bed for a week.”

You’ve never rolled your eyes harder than you did in that moment. “You know,” you turned in his hold and looked up at your lover. He was dressed in his armor except for his green helmet, ready to hunt you down and take what was his. “You’re awfully cocky for an old man. Aren’t you supposed to be done with such childish things?”

“Ha-ha,” he rolled his eyes. Boba brought a gloved hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek. The mischief in his eyes was replaced with seriousness. “Be careful, princess. Check in with me every few hours so I know you’re okay.”

“I will,” you turned your face into his palm, kissing the worn leather. “I’ll miss you.”

“Don’t worry, little one,” he glided his thumb over your cheek bone. “We’ll be back together before the suns set.”

“I think you’re underestimating my ability,” you placed a light kiss on his lips and pulled away before you could get lost in his touch. “I learned from the best, after all.” You started towards the large palace doors, satchel over your shoulder. The large doors opened with a creak. Excitement and adrenaline pumped through your veins. You’ve never been on the run before, but the thrill of Boba tracking and hunting you down was electrifying. Realistically, you knew Boba would find you fast on the desolate planet of Tatooine. The only advantage you had was that Fennec was driving you to Mos Eisley where you could hide more easily in the busy city. An enormous disadvantage you had though was that Boba knew where you were going. Even if you tried your hardest, you knew you couldn’t run away from Boba and keep him off your trail for long. Eventually, the skilled bounty hunter would find you and claim his prize; most likely before the end of the night. Joining Fennec on the speeder, you waved back at your lover before you sped away from the palace, wind whipping through your hair.

___

Mos Eisley was crowded with people. Shop owners were selling their various goods, hollering to potential customers to come view their wares. Food carts were everywhere and gamblers sat at their tables, playing sabacc and dice. Only a few fights broke out amongst people, but for the most part their shouting and yelling was drowned out by the din of the busy, sandy streets.

Fennec had dropped you off at one of the cantinas before speeding off on the bike. While she was a master of disguise and able to blend in plain sight, the news of Boba’s successful coup had spread and Fennec Shand’s name was in every vagrant’s mouth. She preferred to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

You had no idea where you should go or start. While you had teased Boba that you would be able to outwit him and that he wouldn’t be able to catch you, you realized that maybe you were in over your head. I mean, how were you supposed to outwit and win against the best bounty hunter in the galaxy? It wasn’t a title that he just gave himself, he rightfully earned it. Boba Fett was infamous- everyone knew who he was.

And you were supposed to be running from him.

Okay, yeah, you were screwed. But you couldn’t think like that right now- you had to think quickly and try to evade Boba for as long as you could. You weren’t doing this for yourself, you were doing this for Boba. He was pushing himself too hard lately, running the crime underworld while simultaneously hunting down his enemies. He deserved to have some fun. You knew he would love this- hunting you down like prey. It played perfectly into the fantasies that lived in his head. While he never voiced them to you, you never forgot the glint in his eyes when he first tied you up. It was only natural that desire fed into this one.

This was for Boba. And you were going to give him one hell of a hunt.

Your eyes scanned the streets of Mos Eisley, trying to think through and reason what would be the best course to take. Originally, you thought losing yourself in the bustling bazaar would be the best idea until you realized that’s exactly what Boba would expect you to do. You had to do better than that, you had to do what Boba would do. Maybe if you thought and moved like him, you could evade him long enough.

Deciding that standing in one spot wasn’t the best option, you started to move your way through the crowd. Your eyes searched high and low for possible hiding places. Boba would expect you to stay in town where you were familiar with your surroundings. When you saw the dewback nestled in a stable, you almost spent all of your credits on the beast. Going out into the dunes wasn’t a good idea, though. Tusken raiders have been moving a lot more than usual in the desert and it would be your luck to get caught by them. Passing by the giant green lizard, you patted its head and sighed. Another time, buddy.

You hadn’t been out to the town in some time. Things had changed in the central hub of Tatooine. While there were always going to be thieves and bandits and vagrants roaming the city, things seemed... more calm. People weren’t scurrying away from each other like they used to, afraid that someone would do them harm. They smiled more, talked with their neighbors instead of hiding their faces. You had never seen Tatooine actually, well, thriving since you arrived on the desolate planet. While you hadn’t resided here for long, you remembered how bad things were when Bib Fortuna ruled the area. Being out amongst the people of Tatooine made you realize that it was because of Boba that things were better. Yes, he was a crime kingpin, and yes, he knew how to be ruthless; but the people were so much better off with him in the Hutt palace than they’ve been in centuries. The thought made pride swell up in your chest. Your Boba was making this shithole of a planet just a little bit better.

“Do you miss me, pretty girl?” Boba’s gravely voice sounded over the commlink, startling you and the dewback you were still petting. Fumbling for the comm, your hands were shaking just from hearing his voice, you brought it up to your lips.

“Not at all,” you tried to sound nonchalant and not like he just scared the shit out of you. “Haven’t been to town in a while, it’s nice.”

“Well I miss you, princess,” his voice made your knees weak. He was far away from you, yet just the timbre of his words made you needy. “It’s only been a few hours but my cock is already throbbing with how much I need you.”

“Boba,” you scolded, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as onlookers gave you a look. They had heard him, of course. “You can’t... say those things right now.”

“Why?” he chuckled. “Did someone hear? Are you still in the bazaar?”

“Uh, no.” Shit, you were bad at lying to him.

“So you are in the bazaar,” you could visualize the smirk that you knew was on his face. “Mind picking me up some of those berries you love so much? I love the way they make your lips taste.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you stayed quiet. Giving the dewback one last pat, you rejoined the busy crowd. Boba was getting closer to Mos Eisley and you didn’t have much time to find a good hiding space. You had to think fast.

“What, you’re not talking to me now?”

“I’m not not talking to you.” Switching the commlink to run through the small earpiece lodged in your ear, you noticed a small inn on the corner of the busy street. Maybe that would be a good place to lay low?

“Okay, then just listen, princess,” his voice was rough and made you whimper. You could feel how wet your underwear was becoming just from his voice alone. Good thing you thought of switching the audio of the commlink to your ear or else everyone would hear the filthy words Boba muttered. “When I catch you, and I will catch you, I’m going to tie you up and take you right then and there. I don’t care if anyone is around us, I’m going to make you scream and beg for my cock so everyone knows who you belong to.”

You had to find a hiding place and fast. Just hearing his words was making you soak through your underwear and you needed to get away from this crowd of people. “Promise?”

“Oh, I promise, sweet thing.” you were certain that he had a sly smile on his face under the helmet. “I’ll find you before the suns go down and claim my bounty. You’ll be the sweetest reward I ever get.”

You didn’t care if you lost the bet. Moving towards the small inn, you glanced down at your watch, noting the time. “You’ve got 5 hours until they set. Come and get me, Fett.”

“With pleasure.”

___

The inn was your best option in the small city so you purchased a room. Boba was just now leaving the palace, ready to start his hunt. While it wouldn’t be much of a hunt for him (you were too easy of prey), you were certain he would love his reward. The room was small, sandstone walls that held little to know decorations. There was a bed with simple colored sheets and a small bathroom attached. It would be enough for what you had planned for your hunter. 

You got to work.

When you were packing your bags this morning, you made a big show of grabbing only the necessities. Boba was trailing behind you the entire morning, his hands never left your waist. He was constantly trying to convince you to stay home with him and to give up the bet, but you didn’t fall into the temptation. You knew he would absolutely love hunting you, even if he never said it. Besides, you wanted to give him a real treat for when he finally caught you. Before she picked you up, Fennec had gone back to your chambers and collected the black bag with the items you had packed away while Boba was still asleep. That black bag now sat on the bed.

The satchel held what you needed for tonight. Candles, ropes, a brand new lingerie set you knew Boba would rip to shreds once he saw you in it. The black lace was beautiful and soft. Just imagining the look on Boba’s face when he sees you in it made desire pool low in your stomach.

You still had a few hours until you were sure he would find you. Fennec was nice enough to lay down a false trail to make things more exciting for Boba. What a nice lady when she actually wanted to be nice. You moved to the fresher and began to peel the clothes from your body. Even though you weren’t physically running from Boba, the day spent wandering through the streets of Mos Eisley left a thin layer of grime coating your skin. You wanted to be nice and clean for when Boba finally caught you. Turning the fresher on, excitement settled in your bones at the prospect of tonight.

___

Boba Fett had been on the hunt all day. The twin suns of Tatooine were moving low in the horizon. Sunset would be within the next hour.

Good thing Boba had already found you.

Once he realized Fennec had laid down a false trail for you, it was easy for Boba to find your real trail through Mos Eisley. Hishelmet allowed him to see your footprints in the sandy streets. He followed your every move, placing himself in your steps and lived out your day hours later. He noticed that you had stopped at the stables for some time, and when Boba asked the stablemaster about you, he learned that you spent a good part of your day petting the dewback the man owned. His heart thumped at the thought of you petting the great beast. Boba knew you used to have pets and that you missed caring for your animals dearly. He would have to get you one soon.

The suns were just starting to fall behind the sandy dunes of Tatooine when Boba arrived at the small inn. After tossing a few credits to the owner, he learned which room you were staying in. Boba could feel the excitement build up inside of him, just like it did when he was close to his other quarries. Stopping in front of your door, his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers at what would happen when he caught you. Boba didn’t wait a moment longer before turning the handle.

The room was dark, save for a few flickering candles that were scattered throughout the room. His visor easily switched into night vision to allow him to see, but he wanted to experience this with his own eyes. Lifting the helmet, Boba’s eyes rested on your figure and his cock jumped at what he saw.

You were lounging on the bed, scantily clad in black lace that barely left anything to the imagination. His eyes roamed up your body and admired the lace that hugged your curves perfectly. When he got to your chest, he noted that a small carton of berries rested on top of your cleavage and that you were lazily bringing the ripe fruit to your lips. Boba wanted to reach out and feel those lips on his own and taste the tartness of the fruit.

“Bout’ time, Fett,” you fished around in the carton before you found a particularly ripe berry and popped it into your mouth. “Was thinking you’d never find me.”

“I’ll always find you, princess,” his voice rumbled through his chest. “Looks like I found you before the suns set, too.” Boba nodded towards the small window, pointing out the setting suns. “I win.”

Picking up another fruit, you brought it to your mouth and bit it slowly, the juice spilling out and running down your chin and chest. You gave Boba a seductive grin. “Come and get your prize, my king.”

Boba’s eyes visibly darkened with lust and a growl sounded from his chest. His strides were long and quickly closed the distance between the two of you. Scrambling on top of the bed, he moved the carton of berries over on the side table. Boba dropped his head to your chest and ran his tongue over your breasts, licking the sweet juice off of you. A breathless moan left your mouth and your chest arched into his touch. His hands were rough as they grabbed at your wrists, bringing them up and above your head. Boba reached for the cuffs attached to his belt and snapped them into place around your wrists. He had you now.

“You thought you could run away from me, huh?” his voice was deep and gravely, sending waves of desire south. Boba grabbed the rope you had set aside on the table and tied your already cuffed wrists to the headboard. “Thought that you could outsmart me?”

His leather-clad hand trailed up your chest and settled at the base of your neck. When you didn’t answer, his fingers wrapped around your throat and gave it a slight squeeze- not enough pressure to cut off your air, just enough to slightly restrict your blood flow. “Answer me, girl.”

“No!” you gasped. Boba would never hurt you, you knew this, and this whole scenario was just pretend- all for Boba. That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy it too, though. You easily slid into your role. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Boba hummed at your apology and released his grip on your throat. Air flooded into your lungs. Before he returned to touching you, Boba brought his hand to your lips. “Bite,” was all he said, and he nudged the soft leather between your teeth. You pulled off his gloves with your teeth before letting them fall to the bed. He returned his hands to your body, his warm skin sending shivers down your spine. His fingers were calloused, weathered from years of fighting. Hands moving to your breasts, Boba took them in his hands and gave them a squeeze. 

“Fuck, you look so good, princess,” Boba moaned at the soft feeling of your breasts in lace. Pulling down the lace cups, he released the soft flesh. He brought his head down and licked at one of your pert nipples, hand massaging the other. His mouth was warm over the sensitive skin and it felt delicious. He rolled his tongue over the bud before giving it a slight nip. A sharp gasp escaped your mouth and Boba chuckled. “Easy there, little one.”

You couldn’t help but whimper when Boba’s mouth switched to your other breast. His hand traveled down past your navel and cupped your warm pussy. “Look at this bounty,” he growled into your skin. His forefinger slid your black panties to the side and into your wet folds. “So wet, and all for me.”

“Yes,” you whined when his finger slipped past your tight entrance. He slowly pumped his thick finger in and out of your pussy, his lips trailing over your breasts while leaving marks across your chest. The rough pad of his finger brushed against the small bundle of nerves inside and your back arched at the sensation. “All yours! Fuck, Boba, please, I need you inside of me.”

Heading your pleading, Boba pulled his finger from inside of your cunt. You missed the feeling of being full by his fingers- he had barely touched you and you already started to feel the frustration tear up in your eyes. He didn’t pull his finger fully away- thank the Maker- instead, he began to circle your clit slowly.

“You need me, princess?” Boba nuzzled his face against your neck, nipping at the skin over pulse point. “Hmm? Need my cock inside that pretty little pussy?”

“Yes,” you moaned. You couldn’t take these teasing touches anymore. Pulling at your restraints to reach for him, you learned that there was no way you were getting out of those without help. “Please.”

“I don’t think you deserve it.” he pulled his hand away from your aching pussy, completely. Now the tears really started to well up. You tried to show him how much you needed him through the look you gave him. “Good girls don’t run away.”

“Boba, I’m sorry, I-“ you were cut off by your own yelp of pain when he brought his hand down on your ass. The pain turned to pleasure when he started to rub soothing circles into the reddened skin.

“Good girls listen to what they’re told,” Boba grabbed at your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach. The rope attached to your cuffs and the headboard tightened with the torque of you flipping. His fingers gripped the thin fabric of your panties and pulled- torn fabric falling to the bed. Boba’s hand came down on your ass again before rubbing the flesh. “Are you going to listen, princess?”

“Yes, I’ll listen- I’ll be good!” you cried into the pillow your face was buried in. You could feel his hands massaging your ass cheeks, playing with the pillowy flesh. Arching your back, you pushed your ass back into his hands, displaying your sopping pussy for him.

“Good,” Boba praised while taking his hands away from you. You almost whined out again when he removed his hands from you, but when you heard the zipper of his pants being pulled down, you relaxed and arched your back more. Boba took his hardened cock in his hand and brought it to your soaking pussy, rubbing the hot head through your folds. He kept running it through your slick, gathering as much of your arousal as he could. The tip of his cock brushed against your clit and you let out a breathy moan.

“Boba, please,” you moaned into the pillow. He was teasing you- he knew this, and he made sure that you sure as hell knew it. He kept brushing it over your clit, holding it there for a second- the pressure was delicious- before dragging it back down to your entrance. It was tantalizing- agonizing.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Boba chuckled at your begging. He notched the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed in. “I’ll put on a good show.”

The feeling of Boba splitting you open was something you’d never forget. No matter how many times the two of you had been together, you never got used to his size. It was both painful and pleasurable during that first thrust of his hips. His cock stretched your velvety walls almost to their breaking point. Pain dissolved into pleasure as he fully sheathed his cock inside of your dripping pussy. You couldn’t help the cry that fell from your lips- you were just so full.

Boba’s grip on your hips tightened when he started to thrust into you, setting a bruising pace. Moans of pleasure slipped past your lips and landed on the pillow. You tugged on the restraints, trying to ground yourself from the intoxicating pleasure. Boba’s hips snapped against your ass and the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberated off the sandstone walls.

“Fuck, princess,” Boba’s arms wrapped tight around your waist, tugging your hips back in time with his thrusts. You were so tight around him- a vice in the best way possible- squeezing him just right. Boba dropped his mouth to your back, kissing and biting marks against your skin between his grunts of pleasure. His hands roamed up your stomach to your breasts, cupping them with a squeeze. The black lace was still in the way, keeping your soft skin out of reach. He made quick work of the thin lace and the ruined material joined the tattered pieces of your underwear. You were completely bare before him now and Boba growled at the sight- you were breathtaking. “So-so good, so beautiful.”

Boba’s name was constantly falling from your lips. Each brush of his hard cock against your velvety walls brought you more and more pleasure. It pooled low in your stomach and spread through your veins. “Wa-want to t-touch you.”

Boba didn’t reply, instead he reached above you for your restraints. He made quick work of your bindings and soon enough you were free. Boba wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you back against him. The cool beskar of his cuirass dug into your back and imprinted its shape into your skin. Boba dropped his head to your shoulder and nuzzled his face into your neck. Hands roamed up your stomach and cupped your breasts. His large hands pushed and pulled at the soft flesh, pinched your peaked nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. At this new angle, Boba’s cock brushed against that bundle of nerves inside of you.

“You’re mine,” Boba growled into your neck, nipping and kissing purple marks into your skin. His teeth sank into the junction of your neck and jaw, tongue swiping over the fresh mark. All you could do was nod and moan in agreement- he kept pounding into you at just the right angle that was making you see stars. His hands kept roaming over your body, kneading whatever skin he could get a hold of. Your arms were reaching up and behind you, holding his head against you so his lips never left your skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good, princess,” Boba moaned against your neck, lips trailing up to your ear. His hot breath fanned over the shell of your ear. “Do you feel that, baby?” Boba grabbed one of your hands that was holding his head to your skin and dragged it down your body before resting over your stomach. His large hand rested over yours and pressed it into your skin. “Do you feel my cock deep in your stomach, little one?”

You did. The feeling of his cock pushing deep inside of you made your stomach bulge out slightly. The feeling of Boba using you to reach his high drove you to your own.

“Boba, I-” you were cut off by your own moan. His cock kept brushing against the bundle of nerves inside of you. It was driving you crazy.

“I know, princess,” Boba nipped at your ear, growling out your name. “Come for me, little one.” The arm around your waist pulled you tighter against him while the other trailed down your stomach to where he was pounding into you. The rough pads of his fingers dropped down to your clit and began to rub quick circles into it. “Come all over my cock.”

His words in addition to the motions of his fingers and thrust of his cock inside of you made the metaphorical dam inside of you break under the pleasure of it all. Your orgasm spilled over and flooded your veins, waves of pleasure wracking your body. The feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him drove Boba closer to his own high.

“Fuck, princess,” Boba moaned lowly in your ear whilst pulling out of you quickly. You missed the feeling of being full of his cock but before you could whine out a complaint, Boba was flipping you over onto your back. He grabbed your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist. Boba dropped his forehead to yours and his hot breath fanned over your face. He pressed a searing kiss to your lips and drank in your breathless moans. The feeling of him pounding into you was almost too much- you were so sensitive from your previous orgasm. “You take me so well.”

“Come inside of me, Boba,” you bit down on his bottom lip and he growled. “Fill me up.”

“Fu-fuck, princess!” his hips stuttered against you as his balls pulled up tightly. He ground his cock inside of you and he came hard, his cum painting your walls. The warmth of his seed and the throbbing of his cock sent you over the edge again. Your nails trailed down his muscular back, leaving angry red marks over his tan skin. Boba settled inside of you and moaned your name against your soft lips. He trailed kisses over your face, lightly kissing your chin, cheeks, nose, eyelids, before placing a final one to your forehead. Hands came up to cradle your face and he placed another kiss to your hairline. 

“You did so well for me, little one.” Boba nuzzled his face into your hair and tucked your head under his chin. He rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him. His beskar armor was cold against your skin but you didn’t care. Boba’s arms were around you and his cock was still buried inside of you. He placed another kiss on your hairline. “Sorry if I was a little rough with you.”

You placed a kiss to his green cuirass. “I didn’t mind. I like it when you get a little rough.” Boba chuckled underneath you and he brought his hand to your hair, combing through the tangles. “Though, I’m not sure my outfit liked it.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I’ll buy you a new one. Any color you want.”

“Hmm...” you hummed in contemplation, trailing your finger over his armor. “Maybe a dark green one? With red accents? I’d like to match your armor- maybe even wear your helmet while you fuck me.”

His cock twitched inside of you at your words. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, little one.”

“Oh, that’s a promise I fully intend to keep,” you leaned up and pulled him into another kiss. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently. “Just like I intend to uphold our bet.”

“I can’t wait to take you on every surface of the palace,” he pulled you into another kiss, licking into your mouth. “I bet I can make you come so much that you won’t be able to walk straight for weeks.”

“Is that a challenge, Fett?” your hips shifted slightly, his cock hardening inside of you. 

“It’s a promise.”

[hongism]

BTS Reaction: Doing a Run BTS Episode with You

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BTS Reaction - you do a run BTS episode with them

Genre: Fluff

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Seokjin:

Seokjin would be thrilled to have you at his side while he works, even in the context of a Run BTS episode. He would also be careful not to look at you too much or touch you in any manner as not to cause fans to question what is going on between the two of you. If you decide to take it a step further and surprise him by not telling him about your participation in the episode, he might act a bit salty upon first seeing you and try to tease you some. By the end of it though, he will be gushing over you as he always does, throwing compliments and praises your way so often that the producers will have to cut some of it out because he gets too obvious about your relationship.

“Wow, Y/N is so incredible! She judges everything so fairly.”

“I bet I’m Y/N’s favorite though, right? With this face, how could she resist me?”

 Yoongi:

Yoongi, as happy as he is to have you so close, will work hard to make sure he does not do anything to reveal your relationship. He will act as he normally does, but instinct keeps making him turn back to you to see if you are doing alright, making certain that you aren’t uncomfortable with anything. He finds ways to stand by you without seeming suspicious. A few times, he will even dare to grab hold of your hand or put his palm against the small of your back if you get nervous, rubbing small circles there until you calm down and see that you are safe with him at your side. He won’t be as verbal as Seokjin in terms of throwing around compliments and such, but he will definitely make subtle comments for you to pick up on.

“She seems smart and fair. I trust her judgement.”

“We should really listen to what she has to say, I bet its worthwhile.”

 Hoseok:

Hoseok seems like he would be over the moon excited to have you doing a Run BTS episode with him. He would strive to conceal that excitement as much as possible, however, and be on his absolute best behavior while you are around. Yet, the joy would be obvious in his expression, voice, and attitude, even if you were on standby by the staff behind the cameras. His gaze will return to you time and time again. It gets to a point where you start blushing from the constant attention he gives you. He will cover it up by saying random stuff to try explaining the sudden embarrassment.

“Oh, Y/N must be camera shy. She keeps blushing. Maybe we should get some attention off her so she feels more comfortable.”

“Let’s be extra nice to Y/N, she seems so sweet and shy.”

 Namjoon:

Namjoon does not strike me as the type to want his relationship and work to interweave. He would prefer to keep you and work on separate spheres that do not overlap. He might be reluctant to the idea of filming an episode with you, but he would make it clear that it wasn’t because of you. Rather he credits it to his fears of bringing you into his work life only for you to be hurt by it. If there is no avoiding the situation, Namjoon will accept it. It would probably be easiest for him out of all the members to show no signs of a relationship or feelings between you two. He might allow himself to slide in a few smiles and compliments for you, just because he worries that you could read his behavior the wrong way.

“Y/N is really impressive. She’s working hard to help us out today.”

“Guys, let’s give Y/N a big round of applause to thank her for helping us.”

 Jimin:

Jimin appreciates any chance he gets to spend time with you, so getting to film with you will keep him happy for days. Compared to the other members, he is more likely to be less careful and show a bit too much interest in you. Between staring, complimenting, and making efforts to stand at your side, he will act as though the cameras don’t exist, which will cause the producers to tell him to take it easy a few times. That won’t stop him from grabbing your hand if he thinks the cameras won’t catch it. You’ll have to be ready though, because as soon as the episode airs, fans will comment on how Jimin seems to have a crush on you.

“Wow, Y/N is so pretty—I mean talented, she’s talented ha-ha.”

“I wanna stand by Y/N so I can see better.”

 Taehyung:

Taehyung will be much like Jimin in that he won’t pay attention to the cameras if you are there with him. He has always wanted to be more public with your relationship, so getting to film an episode with you is a wonderful opportunity, in his opinion. This can help you become more comfortable with the spotlight and attention from fans. He won’t be shy in the attention he gives you, but rather than staring and complimenting, he will stick to your side as though glued to you. Whenever you speak, his eyes will be on you, giving you full attention. If you happen to make eye contact with him, you might stutter and get a bit flustered at first, but recover quickly enough to pass it off as normal. Yet his persistence in being at your side does draw up questions from fans, most asking if he seems interested in you or if he is just being respectful towards you.

“Y/N, I can help you with that, don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’ll come stand by you in case you need help with anything.”

 Jungkook:

Jungkook could do one of two things. He will either ignore you completely, acting as though he doesn’t know you, and isn’t interested in you (not in a disrespectful way though) or he will get shy and embarrassed around you. He is more likely to do the latter of the two options because he gets shy when he’s with you around the other members already. He will try his hardest to resist the urge to cling to your side, wrap his arms around your midsection, and hold your hands, but he considers it more than once. He does worry that you might read his reluctance to be at your side as indifference or you might think he doesn’t care about you enough to show affection in front of his fans. To be honest, he wouldn’t be scared of telling the fans about your relationship, rather he would be scared to show you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, insecure and worried that you might not be as serious as he is. That worry cause him to drop a few compliments your way from time to time.

“Wow, Y/N does that way better than I do.”

“Ah, I’m impressed. Y/N seems to get the hang of things quickly.”

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[yamisnuffles]

Keep You Warm

A bit of Taakitz fluff for Candlenights. Not set during Candlenights (actually set between the Eleventh Hour and Suffering Game) but using a location to take advantage of some of that wintery ambiance. 

“Well… shit.”

Not the words one wanted to hear at the start of a date. And that’s what this was. A date. It had taken Kravitz longer than he cared to admit to classify these meet ups as such, but it had become much easier to enjoy himself once he had.

Though Taako had been tight lipped on the details, Kravitz had found he was quite looking forward to it. He should have known by now that disaster and Taako went hand in hand. The elf seemed to have a knack for turning those disasters into a win but Kravitz wasn’t quite sure what could be done with the burned out husk of a building that lay before them.

“I take it this isn’t what you had planned?” he said, gesturing to the remains of what seemed to have once been a lovely lodge.

“Oh, natch,” Taako replied with the world’s least subtle roll of the eyes. “I just figured Death would have a thing for creepy, spooky places full of lingering ghosts.”

Kravitz offered up a duly humbled smile. The comment hadn’t been delivered with any real malice, but he’d earned the barb with his question. He turned to look absently over the ash blackened logs and the glinting remains of was likely a fine stained glass window at one time. Given the direction, it would have caught the mountain sunset and turned it to an even more dazzling display. Rather than further highlight how Taako’s lovely choice in locale had literally gone up in smoke, he made another observation.

“No one died here.”

“Given all the folks that’ve lived and died since, well, since people have been living and dying-”

“Some dying more than others.”

Taako gave an altogether too impudent bow at that and continued with his thought. “What I’m saying is, that’s just statistically improbable, my dude.”

“Fine,” Kravitz acquiesced. “Recently. No one died here recently.”

“You can tell if- Scratch that. Do not want to know. Nope. I don’t need that kind of knowledge messing up my vibes any time we’re hanging.”

“But me being the Grim Reaper doesn’t ‘mess up your vibes’ at all?”

Taako waved him off and gave a dismissive click of his tongue. “You kidding me? You know how hard it’s been for me to stop from bragging to everyone with ears that I’m literally dating Death? But that rush isn’t worth having all those chucklefucks on the moon up in my business. The things I’ve seen Merle do to plants- the things I’ve been subjected to- you cannot possibly fathom. You cannot. I don’t need him offering up any nuggets of his brand of wisdom, thank you very much.”

Kravitz flashed briefly to the thought of Merle’s wooden arm. Coupled with the dwarf’s apparent plant fetish, he couldn’t help but come to some horrifying conclusions. He abruptly shoved his mind onto another topic.

“Clearly this isn’t what we came here for. So what was this place?”

“Before it was a smoldering pile of ash?”

“Before that.”

Taako sighed dramatically. He threw himself back without a care against one of the few beams that was still standing. The beam groaned slightly and threatened to give. Kravitz stepped forward a fraction of an inch, but stopped himself from hovering protectively.

“This, I’ve been told,” Taako continued, oblivious to concerns about anything as mundane as structural integrity, “used to be the fucking raddest fondue spot in Faerun. Great wine and the sort of spread you don’t usually get outside of Neverwinter. Plush seating. Views to die for. A fireplace that was supposed to be huge, atmospheric as shit, and warm enough to make you forget that you were in the frozen fucking ass end of nowhere.”

Taako punctuated that final statement with a visible shiver. He was dressed in what would have doubtless been comfortable lodge wear, with a gold threaded scarf over a voluminous, knit sweater, leggings, and fur trimmed boots. High in the snow capped mountains, without protective walls and a roaring fireplace, it clearly left a bit to be desired. The tips of Taako’s long ears were bitten red by the cold under the wide but effectively useless brim of his hat.

Since Kravitz hadn’t received much to go on about the date, he’d  simply dressed in his usual suit. Most of the land was entering into spring, so it wouldn’t have been an inappropriate choice. Should they end up somewhere colder, his heavy cloak, trimmed as it was with raven feathers, was warm enough. Or so he supposed. The weather didn’t really affect him, one way or another. But there was someone who might benefit from some extra layers.

With one fluid motion, he unclasped his cloak and swept it around Taako’s shoulders. Taako broke into a lopsided smile that betrayed both his appreciation and surprise. It was endearing and a little heartbreaking all at the same time. For as much as the elf talked himself up and stated his fame as a given, Kravitz was starting to notice how little he actually expected any sincere shows of affection.

“Well now you’ll just freeze your beautiful butt off. We can’t have that, even if you can just sculpt yourself another fantastic one,” Taako said.

He threw his arms wide, gripping either edge of the cloak with his hands, and wrapped it around both of them with an embrace. Kravitz smiled and twisted his head so that he could look Taako in the eyes.

“You know I’m going to be cold anyway, don’t you? It is, I believe, something you’ve complained about more than once in the past.”

“I’m trying to be nice. See if I do that again.”

“And yet, you’re still holding on.”

Taako’s embrace had, if anything, tightened as he buried his face into the cool skin of Kravitz’s neck in an attempt to hide what appeared to be a blossoming blush. Kravitz didn’t have much time to be charmed by the unexpected display of vulnerability because Taako’s grip suddenly shifted so that it was squarely on Kravitz’s ass.

“Maybe this was all just an elaborate scheme to get close enough to do that,” Taako said.

He’d pulled back his head again so that they were facing each other. Kravitz couldn’t tell if the remaining rosiness in the elf’s cheeks was from lingering embarrassment or the cold. There was a dare in Taako’s bright eyes, challenging Kravitz to call him on his bluff. Kravitz didn’t say a word. He spent his days facing down the worst necromancers and liches the world had to offer. This was a simple game of chicken and he wanted to see how Taako would crack, and Kravitz was sure Taako would.

His reputation as a gambler would survive another day, because he won that bet. Taako altered his grip again, this time setting one hand onto the small of Kravitz’s back and the other on his neck. He used this change in position to pull the Reaper’s body flush with his own and then captured Kravitz’s mouth with a kiss.

This was far from the first kiss the two of them had shared and Kravitz hoped it wouldn’t be anywhere close to the last, but if it was the final one, it would have been something to remember. He felt… alive. His chest was so close to Taako’s that the elf’s heartbeat became his own. It was a dizzying, heady experience. Kravitz couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt that way. Certainly not since he’d come into the service of the Raven Queen.

They shared warmth and breath until Taako’s chest strained from lack of the latter. Taako pulled back and those sweet, life giving breaths came out in white plumes in the chill mountain air. His expression was unusually open. All his usual pretense and flash were, for the moment, discarded as they stood alone in the snow. There was a long forgotten tug in Kravitz’ chest at the sight that he would have to examine later. For now, as thoroughly enjoyable as this all was, he was still a bit concerned about Taako in the cold.

Kravitz jerked his chin down the valley where, a short way off, was the village that no doubt had supplied the lodge. “Shall we see if we can’t find the former owners of the lodge? Maybe they can still make us some fondue.”

Taako shook his head. A waggle of his eyebrows immediately brought back his standard swagger. “I have a better idea. How about you and me go back to the moon and I’ll cook up something for you that will blow the damned socks off anything these yokels could make.”

“That,” Kravitz responded, “sounds to die for. And I should know.”

Taako elbowed him sharply. “You fucking dork. Follow me before someone shows up and overhears you talking like that and you lose all your street cred.”

[cinnamonroll-duffy]

Sage Wisdom (Jake x MC/Zig x MC) -- #ChoicesCreates28

Summary: A struggling teen finds that old acquaintances may bring the answer to his problems. This is an entry to the crossover prompt for Choices Creates hosted by @ladyashtonofcordonia​ and @holly-park.

Starring: Brian Crandall, Zig Ortega, Victoria Bradshaw (TF MC), Jake Mckenzie, Erika McKenzie (ES MC), and Caleb Mitchell

Guest Starring: Brandon (TF) 

Before Homecoming:

Starbucks was closed, so I had to walk into another place to try and get my white chocolate smoothie. The place was quaint, but I wasn’t really focused on where I was. Instead, all that took up space in my mind was how pissed I was at my ex-girlfriend. Well, the world in general. 

I didn’t know how to handle it. Never have I been dumped before. Sure, Zoe was the type to run off with another guy. Part of me knew it was gonna happen eventually. Everyone who really loves me do that in the end. My mom left me and my dad for some other guy and ran off 5 years ago, but everyone keeps boring me about how awesome their moms are and how they bake them cookies and talk to them about their girlfriends. They all need to have several seats. Why did she trade all our family had for some actor on a TV show? Why would Zoe trade all what I had for someone so basic like Caleb? I would have even understood if she left me for someone cool like Julian or Max, but Caleb? Girl has no standards. What does that say about me? Am I trash for literally dating someone who wasn’t interested in staying?

“What would would it be?” The barista asked. After I gave my order, all he could say was, “We don’t serve that here.”  I wasn’t so much fuming about the drink, but that was the last straw after all I had been through.

“You don’t have white chocolate smoothie? What kind of trash coffee shop is this? Look, I see you have all the ingredients to make it; Get your lazy butt off of your phone and get to work. You know what? Screw you. I’m gonna have my dad buy this place and have you fired!” I squinted to take a peek at the nametag of the barista. Brandon. Talk about the most boring name in existence. Who names their kids Brandon?

“Listen little ginger curry, I didn’t cut off my date with my boyfriend, who loves me by the way, to work this afternoon shift catering to teenage jackasses like you.” Uh, Brandon, thinking he could talk to me like that.  Where the hell did he get off? All I wanted was some white chocolate smoothie to ease my troubled mind, and all I got was some sass from a guy named Brandon. It’s like I died and went to hell. 

“You know what, Brandon? Your boyfriend will leave you and you’re gonna be left lonely like everyone else in the world. Trust me on that.” Before I could leave, I saw a familiar face walk behind the counter.

“Brandon, I got this.” There he was, Zigmund Ortega with his always bright bleached-white shirt and trusty leather jacket. He was in the Berry football team when I was a sophomore, but got kicked out after two weeks. Well, to be fair, the only reason he got cut from the team was because he landed in prison. “Sorry about Brandon, Brian” Zigmund whispered to me. “He’s not one to do custom requests. Just stick to the menu with him.” He gathered up the needed ingredients and prepared the smoothie for me. After I paid for my drink, I asked him,

“You work here, Zigmund?” I saw the way he just managed everything with ease. That’s how I remembered Zigmund: Kind of socially awkward, but really good at what he does best.

“It’s just Zig now. I used to work here, but now I go to Hartfield and play football with the team there.” Zigmund in a University? Zigmund ever tangling with the pigskin again? It kind of took me a while to let that sink in.

“I thought you couldn’t afford to go to school even if you wanted to. I remember you taking a job cleaning my pool and also Mia’s just so that you could have enough money for rent.” One thing nobody could accuse Zig of was being lazy. No, sir, he worked his tail off for every scrap he could get. It was hard when he went to prison on his family because he was their breadwinner in a way.

“So, this Second Chance scholarship helped me out. I get to fix my past in a way.” I wished to could get a second chance myself when Zigmund mentioned that. After Caleb turned everyone against me, I have never felt more alone in my life. Even someone I looked up to since elementary, Julian, abandoned me. I really hoped Julian was just doing that out of peer pressure or something. He was the only one on the Berry football team left with any sense on how to handle life. Why Julian would even try to revoke his own street cred made no sense to me. Maybe, I needed to give him time to come to his senses.

Breaking my thoughts for a moment, a chick with long, wavy hair sat down with me and Zigmund. She smiled at me and then started making out with Zigmund for 30 seconds or so. Damn, Zigmund got game. 

“Vic, this is one of my friends from High School, Brian Crandall. Brian, this is my girlfriend Victoria. She’s the one who tamed this bad boy.” I shook hands with Victoria and she started cracking up.

“You’re still in the taming process, dear. I have to remind Zig here that not everything can be solved with fists.” She rested her hand on Zigmund’s thigh and giggled while he rubbed his nose on her cheek.

“Babe, I bet you’re gonna tell me everything can be solved with kisses.” They then made out for another minute while I slowly sipped on my smoothie wondering if Zoe and I were all over each other the same way. We prolly were. 

“Sorry, Brian. When Zig gets sweet, I just can’t help myself.” Victoria’s pale face wasn’t even blushing. She was so proud of her love with Zig. “Anyway, Brian, how did you and Zig meet?” 

“So, Zig played football for Berry for two games with me.” Looks like Zigmund didn’t tell his girlfriend much, because she gasped. Like, loud enough for everyone else in the café to hear. 

“I thought Hartfield was your first experience with football. Sugarcakes, you didn’t lie to me, did you?” Victoria grunted like a chihuahua that just saw its owner after a long day.

“No, Cinnamon Roll. Look, I just want to forget everything that happened with the whole getting kicked out of the team thing.” He then pecked her on the lips. Before another make out session would start, I waved my hands in front of Zigmund and Victoria’s faces to keep them in the conversation. They snapped back into place quicker than a rubber band. Zigmund continued, “ Anyway, we met through our mutual friend Julian Castillo. By the way, Brian, is Julian still with Autumn?” 

“No, she left him for someone else. Don’t really know him. Berry has gone downhill since you left, Zig. The losers have taken over the school...and they brainwashed Julian and Mia, too!” I then talked about the whole misunderstanding with Zoe, Caleb, and everyone taking sides against me and how I had to move to Hearst for my own safety. Victoria was listening to me while Zigmund patted me on the back.

“That’s terrible, man. I don’t blame you for leaving Berry. Going to school there must feel like some kind of prison. Believe me, I know how awful it was being inside. I’m sure people will realize just how petty they are being. Hey, I heard homecoming dance for both Berry and Hearst is tonight from my younger brother. You got a date?” I shook my head. Even with all the hotties in Hearst, I wasn’t in the mood for a party.

“Hey, Zig is right. I don’t know why people are pissed at you. I was in a similar situation as Zoe. I left my boyfriend Chris for Zig, and before Chris, I casually dated two girls at the same time, one of them was some sorority queen, and the other my best friend. There’s no shame in playing the field before you find your bae.” She looked toward Zigmund and smiled.

“You’re right, Victoria. With that said, I’m just gonna say sorry to Caleb even if I didn’t do anything wrong. I miss my best friend.” Even with how Caleb treated me, I had to help him see the light even if he’s gonna fight it at first. 

“Wow, you’re an amazing person, Brian. I don’t know this Caleb person, but he seems like a jerk. You don’t have to apologize for anything, but I’m proud of you for being the bigger person.” It just hit me. I had to make my apology instantly and in public. Homecoming was my chance.

“We’re rooting for you, Brian. Zig and I both. I especially want to protect you because you’re a fellow ginger like me.” Victoria, with her long crimson locks, said before hugging me and leaving with Zigmund. I suddenly gained some courage.

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After Homecoming:

It didn’t work. Caleb was so cruel to me and didn’t even accept my apology. I doubt any other moment in my life was so humiliating like when Caleb and his friends ganged up on me in front of all the students in Homecoming. Something came over me that I never experienced in 5 years when my mom walked out on me; Actual tears. I’ve been a tough guy for most of my life, but I couldn’t handle how my life had been torn apart by Zoe and Caleb. I wish I had a mother to put her arms around me and tell me everything was alright, but no, I had to face these feelings like I always had to: On my own. I could have called up Max or Kara to talk, but they never understood what it’s like to be so miserable. They have happy lives for the most part. Instead, I sat in Hartfield Park, where I used to play Ultimate Frisbee with Julian, Caleb and others. It was my special place.

“Hey, is everything OK?” I looked up from the park bench I was laying on and saw another familiar face. She had long blonde hair and was rather tall. A guy stood next to her. He was about 5 inches shorter than her and had shoulder-length hair and a bored expression on his face.

“Erika Shields?” The daughter of my dad’s best friend, Erika was like an older sister I never had. She often babysat for me back in the day.

“Correction: Erika McKenzie now.” She showed off a ring glistening on her finger. “Brian Crandall. You’ve grown so much since I last saw you.” 

“Yeah, and I guess this guy with you is the lucky groom? I thought you were dead with the whole plane crash thing?” It was all over the news how a bunch of contest winners (including the Hartfield team’s very own Sean Gayle) got lost out in La Huerta, and I thought I’d never see Erika again.  

“It’s a long story. Jake and I met on the plane ride there, and we just got closer. I guess facing all sorts of dangers brought us together, and the rest is history.” Unlike Zigmund and Victoria, Erika and her husband weren’t really touchy-feely, but I could tell they loved each other.

“Believe it, Weasley. This Princess and I are rock solid, even if she’s a pain in the behind at the best of times.” He looked up and nodded at Erika and she nodded in return. 

“Yeah, Jakey’s my favorite douchebag. So, tell me, Brian, why were you crying? Don’t do the teenage boy thing and pretend like you were just cutting some onions. You know I’ve always cared about you and your dad.” There was no point in trying to hide it, so I told Erika and Jake everything about what happened to me since the beginning of the school year.

“Wow, that’s rough. Not as rough as fighting off a billionaire madman trying to kill us in a God-forsaken island, but for high school? That’s torture.” Good to know Erika hasn’t lost her sense of humor out there in La Huerta.

“You know what, Weasley? I was just like you in High School. I don’t know what school is like for you Yankees, but growing up in the South...you know, the backwoods in Louisiana, you had to please the right people or else the whole town turns against you. I joined the Navy to escape all that...not that I recommend the same for you. I’m saying, Weasley, find a way to escape the negativity. You said you moved to a new school. That’s a good first step.” What Jake was saying was helpful, but I didn’t want to escape from Julian or Caleb or Mia. I wanted them back. 

“I’ve just about given up, Jake.” There it went, more tears. I felt so weak, but at the same time, it was good to be honest about what I felt for the first time in a long time. I had to put on a face of being Mr. Everything so that people wouldn’t have to know the true me and hate that part of me too.

“Don’t you dare give up, Brian. Jake and I thought we’d never get out from Everett Rourke’s clutches, but we did it. You know how? We believed in ourselves. If we didn’t we might as well have ended up in some shallow grave in a La Huerta cave.”  Erika reached into her purse and pulled out a golden star, handed it to me and said, “Shut your eyes and hold this. It’s a Forecast Idol I found in the island. This might sound hokey to you, but you’re gonna see your future.” I didn’t believe her, but I did it anyway...

I opened my eyes and saw Caleb walking toward me and saying...

“Brian, I miss you too. I’m sorry for not forgiving you for something so dumb. Come play Call of Duty with me and Julian like the old days. It’s hard losing a best friend and I don’t ever want to have that happen again.”...

I shut my eyes and opened them again to see Erika and Jake sitting by me. Instead of tears, I had a new energy about me. After handing back to Erika the gold star, I got up and said,

“Thanks for the pep talk, guys. Brian’s back in business.” I knew that no matter what happened next, I’ll get my best friend again.

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[gunilslaugh]

I'm not the original ask, but the bet fic is sooooooo good. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Could you possibly do a part 2 where they regret it and the reader is doing great? Could you maybe also do an angst ending and happy where they get back together with conditions and time? (If not, that is perfectly fine. Your writing is so good❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Thank you! Here is part 2! Only with angst ending though because if I wrote a happy ending too I felt like this post would have been too long. I guess I could do another post with the happy endings if you guys really want though.

All members < ~ _ ~ >

Summary: Xdinary Heroes sincerely regret ever making that bet. They feel horrible for hurting you, but when they run into you they find out that you’re just fine.

WC:~2.8k

Warning:angst

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

“I hope I never see you again.” Gunil keeps hearing you say those words. He remembers the pain in your eyes and the anger in your voice. Your last conversation haunts him. It’s been a few months, but he still plays it over in his head everyday. He feels absolutely horrible. If someone asked him right now what his biggest regret was he would answer making that bet. Betting that he could make you fall in love with him. He doesn’t even have excuses to make about why he did it. Maybe he thought that it would make him seem cool, although how would doing such a horrible thing make him cool? It made him a massive jerk.  Perhaps he thought that it could give him some type of street cred, but who would want street cred about being a guy who played with someone’s feelings? Even any possible reasons he tried to think of could never justify for what he did. Gunil is only left with the consequences of it. 

Gunil was stopping in to grab a coffee before heading into the studio for the day. Much to his surprise he finds you inside the shop as well. You’re with one of your friends and you look really happy. It makes Gunil feel relieved. He thought that you would still be hurting, like him. However you deserve to be happy and Gunil was about to exit the shop, to let you keep being happy when, “Gunil!” you called him. He was even more surprised, you said you never wanted to see him again. He turns to look at you and finds that you're approaching him.

“Y/n,” he says.

“Can we talk for a minute?” you asked. You just keep surprising him. 

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed. The two of you went and sat at a table. He notices your friend watching him like a hawk, but he knows he deserves it. “You look good,” he said. 

“Thanks,” you smiled. 

“You don’t have to believe me, but I am really sorry about the bet,” he apologizes. You know he is, you can tell by how awful he looks.

“I do believe you. I’ve forgiven you too. I was really upset at first, obviously,” you chuckled. “I healed from it though and I’m doing really well now.”

“I’m glad.” 

“You should forgive yourself too, Gunil. I can tell you’re beating yourself up about it. What you did was wrong, but learn from it, move on,” you tell him. Gunil doesn’t want to move on from you, but he can tell from your words that you have moved on from him. He wants you back, but he does not want to ruin your happiness either. 

“I’ll try.” 

“Good, I should get going now. My friend is waiting,” you say, standing up.

“Right, of course. I need to head into the studio too.” Gunil also stands up. 

“Bye.” You waved a simple hand to him. 

“Bye.” He also raised a parting hand. Then he watches you walk out of the shop and he’s left feeling a stabbing pain in his heart.

Jungsu

Jungsu didn’t take the money just like he said he wouldn’t. He regrets everything. He never should have made that stupid bet. 

“You act like such a nice guy, a caring guy, a sweet guy. And I fell for it.” Jungsu’s head falls into his hands as he recalls your words. Why did he have to make that bet? He could have just dated you normally. Been a nice, caring, sweet guy that you would fall for, but no he wanted to prove that there was more to him than being a nice guy. Even looking back that sounds so stupid. What did he think was wrong with being a nice guy? Jungsu guessed that he did get what he wanted. He doesn’t view himself as a nice guy anymore. He hates himself, thinks that he is pathetic and a horrible person. He hurt you and he will never forgive himself for that. 

Jungsu is out wandering the streets. It’s night and the air is chilly. Jungsu didn’t bother to put on a jacket because he didn't care. Presently he didn’t care about himself because he was a horrible person. He thinks he might be going crazy as he sees a person who looks exactly like you coming up to him. There’s no way you would ever willingly approach after what he did to you. 

“Jungsu, why are you out here? It’s late and cold.” Jungsu blinks his eyes multiple times. Was it really you? Were you really  standing right in front of him? “Jungsu?” You waved your hand in front of his face. 

“Y/n?” His voice almost cracks.

“Hi,” you said. 

“I really am sorry, so sorry. I’m a horrible person for what I did. I never should have done it. I regret it so much. I didn’t take the money either for whatever that’s worth,” he began to ramble, leaning forwards. His knees even looked like they might buckle any second. 

“Jungsu, Jungsu.” You reached out, taking a hold of his arms, scared that he would fall. “It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m great actually.” 

“You do look great,” he voices, looking you over. “I miss you.” he whispered, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. 

“Thank you,” you said, but you didn’t say that you missed him too. Jungsu understands though. Why would you miss him? He hurt you. “Can you get home ok?” At least you still care about him.

“Yeah.” He straightened himself out. You let go of your hold on his arms and he misses your warmth. “Don’t worry about me. You get home safe,” he tells you. 

“I will.” With that you two part ways. Jungsu goes back home to his bed and cries his broken heart out.

Gaon/Jiseok

“That’s how I feel knowing that I was just a bet.” Jiseok sighs, sitting down on his bed. You weren’t just a bet. He knows that you don’t believe him, but it is true. After getting to know you he fell for you too. He stopped caring about the bet. That’s why he never told the members when he found out that you fell for him. They only found out after seeing a “love you” text that you sent him. You don’t know that though and you also don’t know that he returned the money his members paid him for winning. He didn’t want it. It made him feel bad. In fact he was even planning on telling you about the bet, but he didn’t know how to. He knew that telling you about it would risk losing you. He didn’t want to lose you, so he thought he would take the time to plan it all out. Figure out how to tell you in a way that hopefully wouldn’t result in you leaving him.

Alas you found out before he could. He tried to tell you the truth, but you didn’t believe him. He can’t blame you though. Jiseok wanted to explain the situation to you so badly, but he could see how hurt you were. How your trust for him had been broken, so instead he let you go. Watching you walk away he wanted to chase after you, but he knew at the time it wouldn’t do any good. 

Now all he can think about is how he should have never made that bet. How he should have called it off. Why didn’t he call it off? Why did he make such a huge mistake?

Jiseok was on his way back to the dorm after finishing up practice when he crossed paths with you. Ironically enough it’s the exact same spot the two of you broke up. 

“Hey Jiseok,” you spoke up first. 

“Hey,” he said back. 

“How have you been?” you asked him. 

“Not great, I feel really bad y/n. I did really mean it when I said that I cared about you. I made a mistake not calling the bet off. I regret even making it in the first place too. I’m sorry,” he answers. 

“I believe you and I accept your apology.” you tell him. 

“Then-”

“Y/n, baby!” A guy comes up, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Who’s this?” they ask.

“An old friend,” you told them.

“Nice to meet you,” they say. Jiseok nods.

“Well don’t let me keep you two.” Jiseok excuses himself. He turns back to watch you walk away, in the embrace of another man. Jiseok is left alone with his aching heart.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin returned that day from the cafe and immediately started arguing with Hyeongjun. 

“Why did you tell them? You ruined everything!” Seungmin yelled as he held Hyeongjun by the collar. The other members were quick to separate them. 

“Yes, I know I ruined your fun, but you were just playing with them! You were gonna break up with them after you won the bet. They deserved to know. I couldn’t just let you play with them!” Hyeongjun yelled back. The other members and Seungmin were shocked. They never heard Hyeongjun shout like that before. Seungmin went to his room, slamming the door behind him. He wasn’t actually mad at Hyeongjun for telling you, he was mad at himself. Hyeongjun was right. He was just playing with you. He was gonna break up with you at the end of the three months. However, seeing how hurt you were, being seconds from breaking down. All because of him made him see how awful what he was doing was. He regrets it. 

The sights of you walking out of the cafe and the last words you said to Seungmin, “I hope I never see you again.” keep stabbing him in the heart. The event even haunts his dreams and sometimes he wakes up with tears in his eyes. He finds that he misses you. That all those dates he took you on weren't just so he could win the bet. He actually really enjoyed spending time with you. Seungmin thinks of it as karma. It’s what he gets for doing a heinous act. He hopes that you’re doing better than him. That you aren’t still hurting because of an asshole like him.

Seungmin in a convenient store buying some snacks for the form when the bell chimes, alerting that someone has entered. He looked over to the door just in time to see you entering. He briefly thinks about hiding. You did say that you hoped you never saw him again. 

“Seungmin!” Before he can even decide you’re calling his name. He’s surprised to say the least. However he is pleasantly shocked to see how good you look. Your eyes are bright, you’re wearing a smile, your outfit is cute. 

“Hey y/n,” he greets you a bit awkwardly.

“I’m not mad at you anymore Seungmin,” you inform him. Seungmin doesn’t know what he did to deserve that. 

“Thank you. I’m really sorry for what I did. I mean it. I’m not only sorry because Hyeongjun told you. I’ve come to regret what I did. I was being an awful person. I’m sorry I put you through that. You didn’t deserve it…and I miss you too,” he apologized. You can tell he’s sincere. 

“Sounds like you did some growing up,” you said. Seungmin nodded. “Don’t hurt the next one,” you tell him. Now Seungmin knows he can’t get you back. 

“I won't,” he replied. The two of you say goodbye and Seungmin tries to hold himself together until he gets home.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeonjun really didn’t want to hurt you. He knows that it doesn’t sound believable because if he didn’t want to hurt you then why did he do the bet? Hyeongjun doesn’t have a simple answer for that. Honestly he was interested in you before he even made the bet with his members. In some twisted way the bet gave Hyeongjun the confidence to go up and talk to you. As to why he didn’t call off the bet after your relationship started, Hyeongjun doesn’t know himself. He wished that he had though. He regrets taking the money. He regrets buying something with it. He felt so much guilt that he returned what he had purchased. He also gave the members their money back. Hyeongjun desperately wishes for a time machine. A way where he could go back and fix what he did,but he can’t. He wishes that he tried to explain why he did it, instead of telling you goodbye. Because even if you didn’t believe him at least he would have tried. Maybe one day you would believe him and know the truth. What’s done is done. He has to live with the consequences. The guilt, the pain, the heartache. He’ll deal with it because he knows that he deserves it. 

Hyeongjun likes to go to your guy's old spot. To reminisce on the good times you had together. The times where he was just happy to be with you.

“You still come here?” Your voice caught his attention. He turns around to see you. He almost can’t believe it. He thinks that he might be dreaming.

“Yeah, reminds me of good times,” he tells you. You smile. It’s just as beautiful as he remembers. 

“It reminds me of good times too,” you state. 

“I know you probably still won’t believe me, but I really didn’t want to hurt you. I returned what I bought with the money and the money. Because it didn’t feel good, it felt horrible. I shouldn’t have gone through with the bet. I regret not calling it off. I really just wanted to be with you y/n. I’m sorry for everything,” he expressed.

“Thank you. I’ve forgiven you a while ago Hyeongjun. I wouldn’t have been able to move on and become happy if I didn’t. I fondly remember our time together. That’s why I still come here.” Move on. You had moved on from him. It was too late.

“I remember our time together fondly as well,” he said, masking his pain. “Uh I have practice in the morning, so I should get going,” he excused.

“Right, you should go.”

“Bye,” he tells you. 

“Goodbye Hyeongjun.” For Hyeongjun these are the most painful words you ever told him.

Jooyeon

“Don’t be too sorry you did win the game. I fell in love with you, so congratulations. I hope you had fun playing.” Jooyeon hasn’t been able to play games after you said that. Anytime he tries he thinks about how he hurt you. You were right he did know what he was doing. The bet sounded like a fun game to him. He wanted to play and win and he technically did both of those things. However it wasn’t worth it. He didn’t have fun playing, well maybe at first, but definitely not at the end. He regrets it so much. He was foolish and awful. 

Jooyeon kept that plushie that he won that day. The one you harshfully shoved back into his chest. He doesn’t know why he keeps it though, it only tortures him. Reminds him of how horrible he was. Maybe that’s why he keeps it. It’s like a form of self punishment. He hugs it to sleep as he cries wishing that he hasn’t been so dumb. That he could still be with you. 

Jooyeon stands in front of the arcade. The last place he was together with you. He comes here sometimes to think about that day. What he possibly could have said. What he shouldn’t have said. Maybe if he just came clean and owned up to it all you could have found a way to forgive him. That two of you could have worked through it and still be together. 

“Aren’t you gonna go in?” Jooyeon can’t believe the voice that he is hearing. He must miss you so much that now he is hearing you. When he turns around he finds that he is not imagining hearing you, it’s actually you. 

“Y/n,” he says in disbelief. 

“Hi,” you greet him. 

“And no I’m not going in. I can’t play games anymore,” he reveals.

“What? You love games.” Now you are the one in disbelief. 

“Not after I hurt you. Making that bet was one of the dumbest things I ever did. I viewed it as a game that I wanted to win, but I regret it all. It wasn’t fun and horrible towards you. I did enjoy our time together though for whatever that’s worth. I liked gaming with you and going on dates. I do care about you.” I’m in love with you, but those words didn’t leave his mouth. 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Jooyeon. I’m glad that you matured and realized that it was wrong. I’m doing great now and I want you to be too. Let’s both grow from this and remember each other fondly,” you tell him. Remember each other fondly, those words shattered Jooyeon’s heart. He couldn’t fix things. You and him would never be together again. 

Jooyeon nodded and then you both parted ways leaving Jooyeon with the pieces of his shattered heart.

[dieselandink]

The Case Against Green Marketing (Why It Doesn't Work & What To Do Instead)

Meet Allison. Allison is a married 30-something mom of two kids under 10 years old. She is concerned about her children's health and well being, has two dogs, works full time, lives in the outskirts of a large city and considers herself to be upper middle class. Allison makes most of the purchasing decisions for food, clothes, and household products for her family.

If you asked Allison to tell you the ways she considers herself to be Eco-conscious, she would say she recycles, reuses items, likes to buy local produce from the farmer's market, and actively conserves energy and water in her home.

By all respects, Allison seems like a good candidate to buy environmentally friendly products. But ask Allison if environmental concerns fuel her purchasing, and her answer would be, "Not really."

There are many Allisons out there (as well as Alans), who make purchasing decisions and who will say they care about being environmentally aware.

So why doesn't this show up in their purchasing?

Is it the fault of companies and businesses who fail to take advantage of "green" marketing?

Or are people simply not that interested in buying Eco-friendly products?

Or, is it something else entirely, something that explains why the practice of marketing Eco-friendly items has simply never been successful?

"Green" Marketing is Not Effective

For many business and marketing agencies, it stands to reason that green marketing--the practice of marketing a business, product or service based largely on the environmental features and benefits--would be a great way to reach people like Allison, people who are already environmentally aware and would like to do more.

But by and large, green marketing doesn't work on Allison, or potential customers like her.

In fact, green marketing might be a total waste of your time and company resources.

If you are a green business owner, this may seem like bad news.

How will I reach potential customers? you ask.

Aren't I supposed to point out my product's green cred?

Does this mean there's no place in the market for my product?

The answer - unfortunately - is not clear cut. It lies in a grey area many advertisers and companies aren't talking about, because being environmentally friendly is the "in" thing, and so it makes sense that people will pay for products and services that are green.

Despite this thinking, the actual research points to a different reality.

One statistic from 2013 states that sales of green products represent less than 1% of any given purchase category!

Yet, let me assure you- you don't need to despair. There is a solution for your green-focused business. You just need to understand why people buy products - and why they aren't buying green ones.

Why People Buy

One word: Emotion.

Most companies selling green products act under the assumption that highlighting the green features and benefits on packaging, in commercials, and in their messaging will persuade people to choose their products over their non-green competition.

Market research has shown this simply isn't true. Even people who consider themselves eco-conscious won't necessarily choose a product just because it's green, even if it's better for the environment than what they normally buy.

So, what gives?

Essentially, the large majority of consumers are not confident when it comes to green purchases.

They are confused and distrustful of product claims.

Many are on a certain budget with little wiggle room for expensive extras, like higher priced green products.

Most people are under the impression that green products aren't as well made or don't work as well as regular products.

Companies who try to combat the above reasons with facts, figures, statistics and information to help customers choose their product with logic forget a huge truth about how and why people buy.

People don't buy with logic. They buy with emotion.

This is why people impulse buy. This is why people enter a store with 5 items on a list and leave the store with 30 items. This is why internet marketing is so persuasive: it hits people's emotions.

Aside from the fact that green marketing doesn't change buyer behavior, there are other downsides to green marketing that business owners need to be aware of.

Legal Issues. If a product claim does not live up to product performance, it could be grounds for a lawsuit.

Greenwashing has soured many people toward the green industry. Many people are now suspicious that companies throwing "green" terms around or making green claims are just trying to look good.

Green is not the main criteria for purchasing a product--brand and price are.

Many people have negative preconceptions about Eco-friendly products, namely that they are overpriced and don't work as well as their non-green competition.

With all of this evidence in the case against green marketing, where does that leave YOU--the green business owner?

Is there any hope?

You'll be happy to hear the answer is "yes!"

There is a solid, proven way to get your product AND your message out there to your ideal customers, but it's not through green marketing.

A Different (Effective) Approach To Selling Green

You will help customers find and love your products by throwing out green marketing and instead telling your story.

A Name That Stands Out

It starts with your Brand and your product name. Essentially, YOU need to be the first thing that pops into a customer's head when they think of your product category.

When someone says "Eco Friendly Car," it's likely that "Prius" will be one of the first names that pops into people's heads. The Prius paired "Eco-friendly" and automobile together in such a way that was memorable and effective.

Now, if you already have a company name, a brand, or a collection that is Eco-friendly, you need to find a way to place your name into consumers' heads so that they think of you when they're ready to purchase the item you're selling.

If you haven't named your product yet, think carefully about a name that is unique and memorable. Avoid using words like "green," "nature," "natural," and the like in your product name because those terms are overused and vague. Think about what your product offers customers, both in terms of real life use and how it helps the environment.

A Story That "Gets Them in the Feels"

Tell THAT story. The one that made you have a burning desire to create the company or product you did, and why. Talk about the real reason this product wakes you up in the morning, excited to share it with the world. Tell how your product is good for the environment, and tie it all in with how this benefits the customer. Put your story on your packaging. Put it on your website. Make it visible so that your brand story is linked to your products, and helps your customers feel that YOUR product will benefit their lives.

This doesn't mean people are selfish and will only buy what benefits them . . . but it also does mean that. People want to know how this product will enhance their lives, make things easier, line up with their values, help them be healthy, and save them money. Notice the common factor here? It's what is good for the customer that matters most, not what's good for the environment.

 Being green isn't enough.

Now, being green + being convenient? That is important to many people. Being green + saving money? That's a feature many will embrace. Being green + a better performance than the non-green competition? You bet that's important. Being green + enhancing status? Yes, this works too.

The green products that are successful are the ones that people can "show off." People want to show their eco-conscious values in a way that's visible to their family, friends, and peers. People love to tell others about the product, clothing item, skincare product, household item, or food that is so good it made them want to talk about it to everyone they know.

It Takes Time

In order for a product, business, or service to gain a following, it simply takes time. Nobody is an overnight success. Green marketing was not a magic bullet to take any product or company from zero to superstar success, and over the years it's become clear that green marketing won't be a reliable business tool for green businesses--because it doesn't work.

What works and what will make the difference between your Eco-friendly product soaring or crashing and burning is what has ALWAYS worked:

Create a product that is the best it can be.

Tell a compelling and memorable story about your company or product that allows people to feel emotion when they think about it.

Talk about the ways your product is good for the environment by working it into your overall story, message and brand.

Green + Emotion= A winning formula for your business!