#Restaurant Branding Elements

[foodivsystems]

Elevate your restaurant's identity Restaurant Branding. Find out the most important elements of restaurant branding. From logo design to creating a unique atmosphere, discover the elements that will make your restaurant stand out in a competitive market.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 3

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, more dark elements to come.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

“Listen to me, I don’t know him!” You throw your hands up as you repeat yourself for the dozenth time, “he’s a stranger. Just some guy. You’re my husband so why would you believe some rando–”

“How did he know your name?” A question he’s asked as many times.

“I have no idea, okay? Just–” You grip your forehead and take a breath, still addled from the forfeited date and the frantic chase home. “I went to the store to get your watch and he was there and he was so fucking rude. He followed me to my car and–”

“Woah, wait, he followed you? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just wanted to forget it, I don’t know, I thought– I– I didn’t think he’d just pop up like that. Colin, you know me, I wouldn’t do that. And definitely not with that creep.”

He shakes his head, his elbows on his knees as he drops his face into his hands, “I know but… I don’t… I’m sorry. This is weird, this is– just the thought of you with someone else is driving me crazy.”

“I don’t know him,” you say desperately, “Colin, you can’t believe some guy over me, your wife.”

He sniffs and rubs his eyes, “I don’t know what to believe.”

Your chest knots and you flinch. You stare at him. You don’t get it. Why won’t he listen? You cross your arms and pace. Your own anger begins to boil as you think about it; the man, Lloyd or whatever his name is, the spoiled dinner, Colin leaving you to take a taxi alone, the watch! Shit!

“Shit!” You echo your thoughts, “shit!”

You grab your bag and storm out. He doesn’t bother calling after you, you don’t expect him to. You charge out the front door and down the steps, nearly tumbling forward before you reach ground level. You race across the yard and fumble your keys as you unlock the car.

You drop your bag in the passenger seat and twist the ignition. You rip away from the curb, heedless to the engine chugging with your reckless driving. Your heart thumps as you stop at the first red light, fingers gripping the wheel tight. How were you so stupid?

Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes to get back to the restaurant. It’s quiet and the tables are mostly cleared as you enter, the clink of the kitchen drifting into the dining room. The hostess pulls on her jacket as she heads for the door.

“We’re closed– uh?” She stops short, recognising you.

“I know, I’m so sorry,” you bluster, “I was here earlier and I left something behind.”

“Oh?” She raises her brows, “I’m sorry, we don’t have anything in our lost and found.”

“What? No, I left a watch. A brand new watch.”

“A watch? Oh, yeah, um, the guy with the–” she points to her lip, “he took it, said he’d get it back to you.”

“What? Oh shit, no!” You clutch your head, “shit.”

“I’m sorry, miss, it’s… you left and we didn’t know,” she shrugs.

“No, I don’t– it’s my own fault,” you cringe, “sorry again for keeping you. I…” you turn on your heel, “I will never come back, I promise.”

You leave through the front door, your heels clacking loudly under you. You swing yourself into the driver seat and sit in the spot as you blow out the air from your lungs. You hang your head and look down at yourself, the ridiculous attempt to fit into a nice dress. You sit back and adjust the mirror, taking in your lined eyes and faded lipstick.

How could Colin even believe you could attract another man? How could Colin even want you?

💎

You sleep on the couch. The week passes in gray, each time you wake stiffer than the day before. The silence persists.

Colin starts his new job. You ask how it is but don’t get much of an answer. Your time is fleeting as you’re on your way out as he’s on his way in. You leave his dinner in the stove as you head off for your extra shifts.

As you follow the GPS on your phone to the new building, you feel a twang. If Colin would hear you, you would’ve laughed about the coincidence. Your after hours shifts were taking you to the very place where he’d been hired, a high rise down on Harris.

You take your kit and head inside. There’s a cart waiting in the supplies closet and you get yourself situated, pulling on plastic gloves and taking a look at the laminated map attached to the handle. You push the uneven wheels over the floors and start your rounds. You have several business suites to get through; surfaces, trash, windows, floors.

You work methodically, tasks done on habit alone. Your shoulders and neck ache as the hours wear on, the dark windows making you yawn. After you’re done here, you’ll still be due for your usual booking. A few buildings just down the block.

The last unit on the list, the same company that hired Colin. You unlock the door and roll inside. You take your time around the bullpen of desks. The sky begins to shift with the approach of dawn. As you get to the offices, you see Colin’s name on a placard. You can’t help but smile.

You go inside and wipe down his desk then sweep and empty his bin. You should leave a note on the little post-it pad but think better of it. He’s not ready to talk.

You shut the door and carry on. A few doors down your eyes are drawn to another name plate. You laugh. It can’t be.

You lean on the cart as you catch your breath. Ally Darling. His ex. Her title is engraved underneath, she’s higher up. Oh. Oh!

You know now why he got the job. Why after years of trying he finally found something new.

You shudder and make yourself go inside. You tiptoe around as if you’ll be caught. The large iMac looms over the cluttered desktop. You look over it, an oval frame of a beautiful blonde and a man; not Colin, obviously.

Well, they’re both married now. Maybe it’s a coincidence. Or a friendly favour. Still, she’s gorgeous, skinny, bubbly.

You empty the bin and leave it on the wrong side of the desk. You snap the door shut as if to close out your doubts. You tremble as you look down at the cleaning cart.

You’re used to cleaning up messes, but you don’t know what to do about this one.

[chicken-fifi]

Super Junior Reaction | Them as Boyfriends

Pairing: Super Junior Members x GN!Reader

Requested by @bokkibunny: Hi Fifi, you’ve done SuJu reactions as husbands and dads, so could I please request one of them as boyfriends? Thank you!! ♡

Leeteuk:

Jeongsoo is very attentive (much like how he is as a husband)

Once you say something, the likelihood of him forgetting is low

He also has this glow about him that gives others a hint that something is going on in his private life

On occasion he'll talk about you (it becomes more frequent and natural as your relationship progresses)

Many of your dates do tend to have a cooking element

Whether it be a cooking class for couples

Dinner at his house or yours

You're in good hands

"You mentioned wanting to try this restaurant a few weeks ago, so I got us a reservation."

Heechul:

Dating Heechul is no easy task, let's get that out there right off the bat

Yes, he's sweet and caring and has very nurturing moments

But he's also a very peculiar person who has you wondering what planet he's actually from

He's got a temper and get frustrated easily especially early on in the relationship when you're still getting to know each other

Which can and will pose some obstacles that you will need to overcome together

But he acknowledges when he's in the wrong

Honestly, he probably wouldn't be the best boyfriend, but he's certainly not the worst either

It's a learning curve that you both have to see through to the end

"I lost my temper earlier and shouldn't have said what I did. I'm sorry."

Yesung:

Jonghoon is also quite attentive

He sends you good morning texts every morning, especially those when he doesn't get to wake up beside you

He is quite shy so expressing his feelings about you to you probably won't be often in a physical sense

But he does do things that really show he listens to everything you say

Even the most mundane things

That one time you mentioned needing more sponges and soap for the dishes and they 'magically' appeared before your next grocery trip (it was him!)

There's this aura about him that just shows he's reliable but also willing to rely on you

It's a beautiful balance

"I wasn't sure which brand you used so I got this one. I can go back and get another one."

Shindong:

In the husband reaction, I mention that Donghee's humor is more prominent after marriage

Here's why

He doesn't want you to think that he doesn't take you seriously

That your relationship is just a game

So he's much more mature and observant

Not to say he won't be later on, but he want to really know you and your needs now

He wants to work well with you and forming a beautiful and balanced romance that you both not only find comfort in, but can grow with and continue to evolve in as it progresses

"I noticed you tend to isolate when you're having a rough time, and there's nothing wrong with that, but maybe it would help to talk, not to get advice, but just to let it out, you know."

Eunhyuk:

Contrary to Shindong, with Hyukjae there is a lot of teasing and joking around (this changes later on)

There isn't a dull moment in the dating stage

There are serious and mature moments don't get me wrong

But he lives to hear you laugh and smile at the things he says and does

He also takes on a protector role with you as well

He wants to be someone you can relay on even when you're dating

Dating him is very lighthearted and easy for the most part

Of course there are some bumps along the way but it's nothing the two of you can't work out

"Have told you the story about the time Donghae and I got into a fight because he was too open?"

Siwon:

Honestly, marriage life is really just an extension of dating Siwon

You get to see all sides of him from barefaced actor to full beard homebody

A number your dates to involve some form of physical activity

Or him attempting to show off at the gym

And he's very much making you laugh with his reactions to everything you say or do

Some dates are definitely couples classes (cooking, painting, pottery, you name it!)

There's a good communication set up so arguments are rare, but when they happen you guys can sit and talk it though within a matter of minutes

He's a good one

"I don't think I can even draw a stick figure, much less paint that on the pot."

Donghae:

UGH

Donghae is so serious yet hilarious when dating

It's the sweetest thing

He cares so much about you

And he tries to do things to show you much he cares so he's not just always telling you and it can either go really well or have you laughing at his cuteness

You two are always smiling when your with one another

I think dating him would automatically make you to the annoying couple with pet names and super affectionate

Let's face it, he's going to hug you every chance he gets

My heart

"I got you flowers just because."

Ryeowook:

The teasing element in your relationship with Ryeowook is similar to that of Eunhyuk's

And this guy does hold grudges and most definitely pouts when jealous

He's a bit blunt and curt, but he does his best to not be with you

He's 100% got your back and will defend you to no ends

Dates are very low key and may take place at home with homecooked meals

He is very sweet in an indirect way (at first it's indirect at least)

He'll buy things you mentioned liking

Or do things you mentioned not wanting to do yourself

He does try to show off here and there and sometime is can fail

"No I'm not showing off! I just thought I'd clean the pool for fun!"

Kyuhyun:

Less teasing than any of the other mentioned, but still a bit

Much like Yesung, Kyuhyun also has a way of showing his affection through action rather than words

He can be quite affectionate though

Mainly when he wants your attention and you're doing something else

He is quite the romantic too

Not one to show that side often, but he does when it's an important date or when he really want to lift up your spirit

You're very important and he will go to every end to show that

"Can you stop cleaning and cuddle with me? I'll clean later. Please?"

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/21/2023: DEATH SPA

This is one of those movies where I've been abundantly aware of the key art for most of my life, and maybe I lagged on watching it because I thought I understood what it was going to be. And I thought wrong! Sometimes you love to be corrected. Instead of a standard issue slasher movie starring a bunch of spandex-clad hardbodies...I mean, it is that, but it also features supernatural horror, an extremely soapy and confusing plot, and sci-fi elements that make it feel surprisingly modern.

The Starbody Health Spa is an amorphous institution that is at once a gym, a dance studio, a day spa, a restaurant, a tech company, and a lifestyle brand--basically, it is every inch a startup company that wants to be all things to all people. For no reason at all, the workout machines are all connected to a cutting edge, computerized master control system that is just as threatening to the clients as the ghost of the CEO's jealous ex-wife. I'm making this sound a lot more coherent and predictable than it actually is and I'm deliberately leaving out a lot of nuances and bizarre revelations because I'm so glad that I saw this with such low and simple expectations. It's really, really weird.

But full disclosure, for many years I worked for a techy startup that was acquired by one of the world's main evil megacorps, and I saw a surprising amount of modern life reflected in the delightfully dated DEATH SPA. The entrepreneuring imagineer who can't focus on perfecting just one useful good or service, instead sprawling out mindlessly into multiple markets just in case there's still a dollar left on the table somewhere; the implementation of overblown and hard-to-control technology with multiplying failure points that improves nothing for the end users but looks exciting to investors and advertisers; the importance of brand identity over product quality...I mean, this movie honestly gave me the chills, the way it reminded me of what it's like to work for one of these shameful pseudo-futuristic companies lead by a guy who doesn't know he's basically just a ridiculous figurehead and not an actual scientist or engineer or guy who knows how to do stuff. Watch DEATH SPA today and see if it doesn't give you a grim frisson of recognition!

[myloveforhergoeson]

i feel like there was a lot of missed potential in big time rush (maybe other nick and disney shows too) for having the characters mention/have more connections with pop culture… idk. i get that’s a hassle for studios to get approval for things like that but -

logan wearing branded things like lord of the rings t shirts under his cardigans or an episode where we got to him go to some sort of convention dressed as his favorite version of doctor who

james (big pop tiger reader - we know this!) taking his opinions on current (at the time lol) trends/movies/fashion to scuttlebutter or talking about elements of his favorite musical artists he’d like to bring to btr

kendall actually getting to wear official nhl merch under his famous flannel lol. show us is favorite players name on the back of a jersey… something… sporty… he know he (and the others tbh) would want to rep their teams

carlos sharing facts about his favorite video games (he seems like a mmorpg guy to me) and cooking shows !! his favorite elements of pop culture or restaurants or spots in LA to hang or ANYTHING

[gingerylangylang1979]

So a lot of people still not feeling ANY romance on this show, even with new girl.

I have to laugh at the comments on the latest trailer “Carmy Meets a Girl”. I was I guess expecting more people to be into Carmy and Claire but actually a lot of people are raging about the show jumping the shark, not wanting any romance, how dare they. I thought the dislike would mostly be from Carmy x Sydney shippers but actually it seems like a lot of people really just don’t want ANY ROMANCE. This is interesting because it shows that a lot of people are earnest in their desires for no romance and it doesn’t matter if it’s with Sydney or someone else and people really hate romance. I just didn’t know that sentiment was this big culturally. 

I’m wondering at what point do people think a show turns into a romance? I don’t think Carmy flirting with a girl and exploring dating as he’s trying to get his life and business on track equals the show is now a romance. It’s a drama. Dramas sometimes have romantic elements. That doesn’t make them romantic dramas. I think there are a lot of unrealistic expectations about what a show that is exploring a young man’s life should include and not include. Like, do they JUST want shots of cooking, crying, and screaming? 

This reminds me of fandom angst within my other favorite show The Chosen. I mostly stay out of that fandom because my brand of Jesus believer doesn’t vibe with the random shenanigans and drama. Christian show + fandom = eek for the most part. Anyways, a big controversy is how much of the script is not exact scripture and people want a copy of the Bible reenacted word for word. These people don’t realize that doing that would not translate marvelously onscreen. I love the Bible but I don’t think it’s a screenplay. There are elements of backstory and side plot you need to add to make it a compelling onscreen narrative. People balked at one of the characters having a crush and they stopped that storyline, it seems. But it wasn’t this OTT romance. He’s autistic and it was really cool seeing him explore those feelings and being understood in a time and place that didn’t even know what autistic is. So it wasn’t just to have a romance, it was to show character development and inclusion. I didn’t even think they would end up together, that was just part of the journey. But, I guess they gave into a loud minority of fans who were bothered. The point is that storyline didn’t derail anything or ruin the tone. It only enhanced those characters. 

Anyways, back to The Bear. I don’t think people realize what they would be missing character wise if we really just only saw miserable chef Carmy being miserable in his restaurant, being miserable in his apartment, with an occasional side trip to Cicero’s or Sugar’s. You may think you want three to five seasons of ONLY that, but that would get stale as fuck. I think it’s actually sad when I see tags saying oh he’s miserable and alone, just like me, HE SHOULD STAY THAT WAY FOREVER. Talk about hopeless doom generation. 

I’m depressed and struggling and anxious too but I want to see someone navigating away from that onscreen. My current therapist is trying to coax me back into dating because she views it as part of healing. I’m the one that’s bitter and doesn’t want to do it but guess what she’s right. If someone has desire for intimacy, they should have it, even if it’s messy and not at the “right time” and even on a show that’s not a romance. Carmy deserves healing. And if part of that is oh horror, having a crush, a date, maybe some sex, so be it. I don’t even ship him with this girl but I’m excited to see it. I want to see Carmy explore this part of himself because he’s a person and he obviously cares about it, and I think he deserves all the things. 

[luxuryandbrown]

Master the Art of Mystery [digitally]

Being mysterious in an era of over sharing has become increasingly difficult. If you have no social media, this may come off as weird or like you’re hiding something. If you have social media but share too much, you lack mystery. The key is to find the right balance.

Being mysterious online isn’t for everyone. You should ask why you want to appear mysterious. If you’re trying to build a large following, online community or personal brand, then this may not be for you. But if you want to add an element of mystery or you’re naturally mysterious and want to master this online, then keep reading:

1. Limit how often you show your face

Your face and expressions tell a lot about who you are. Keep your followers wondering by limiting how often you reveal yourself. This does not mean you should never show your face. However, every photo should not showcase you. Even once you do show your face, limit your expressions by having a “blank” look (see Kylie Jenner or Marlene Dietrich for examples). This will add to your mysterious aura.

2. Do not tag locations or people

Where do you live? What restaurant is that? That’s a secret you’ll never tell *gossip girl voice*. Being at beautiful places, events, and locations but never revealing where you are will drive your audience crazy. It shows that you are not impressed by the beautiful or cool places you attend because you don’t even bother to share where it is.

3. Limited to no captions

Always say less than necessary. In other words, know when to shut tf up. Save the catchy song lyrics to the influencers. Say one-line quotes, metaphors, or nothing at all. This leaves your audience guessing.

4. Be interesting

Guys, you can do all this and more but still lack mystery. Why? Because you’re not interesting. A mysterious person with nothing going on for themselves is just a boring, ordinary person that doesn’t post often. No one will care or even be curious to know more about you if you don’t give them a reason to.

Travel abroad often but never post where you work and they will wonder how you afford it. Appear with celebs at exclusive parties but never reveal how you know them and they will be curious about your background. Go to luxurious restaurants and events but never post details and they will want to know more about you.

The reason we are so drawn to mysterious people is not just because they reveal little about themselves, but it’s because they spark an interest in us and we cannot understand what it is. You have to appeal interesting, first, while revealing very little about yourself.

X, @luxuryandbrown

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[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch. 1

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding.

Summery: Rin Nakano a young woman who once dreamed to be a pro hero finds herself down a different path in life. But what happens when she grabs the attention of the wrong person. And so she finds herself a willing prisoner with a man she finds insufferable, or so she did.

Word count: 5128

Next Chapter

Chapter 1

The young woman walked along the street. Late afternoon rush had the streets busy as people were bustling to and from their destinations. A red haired woman walked among the crowd, a bag in hand with her work uniform in it. She never liked wearing her scrubs home from work and always chose to carry them with her and change in and out of her clothes. The young woman was simply on her way home from work. Her feet dragged softly feeling exhausted after working a back to back shift. She wanted for nothing more than to get home, wash up and crawl into her bed.

The sudden growl of her stomach had her pause in her step. Fuck when was the last time she ate? During her first shift? Most likely. The thought of having to cook something once she was home was not overly appealing but she also had no desire to sit down in a restaurant while her hair was a mess, her clothes were a simple pair of sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. No, sitting down somewhere to eat in her current state didn’t sound good either. She also just wanted to get home as fast as she could. She looked around the busy street spotting a convenient store on a corner. Changing her direction a bit she made her way over to the little store happy to buy herself some food to heat up once home. It probably wouldn’t taste as good as her cooking but it seemed like the best idea.

With a second bag in hand now she walked out of the store. With the bag of food swaying with the bag of her scrubs she was taking home to wash. It seemed like such a peaceful afternoon but of course that didn’t last as she was walking down the street once again before the sounds of screams broke through the night air. The sound of crashing buildings filled the air. Her instincts kicked in and she found herself running towards the sounds of screaming and fighting. The noises were ones she was accustomed to hearing with her years of previous training before she turned to medicine instead. She rounded a corner to come face to face with a group of pro hero’s fighting with three weird looking creatures.

What the hell was she looking at? It looked like their brains were half exposed, one was flying, the other one on the ground was attacking the hero’s. Geez first Stain the hero killer was running around Hosu, now some weird monsters were running around attacking people and destroying buildings.

“Hey you get outta here this isn’t a safe place,” a man suddenly barked at her when she stopped to take in the situation.

“Hosu General hospital staff member Rin Nakano. Please let me add in evacuation and first aid,” she said, pulling out an ID card she kept around her neck from the hospital. The hero looked skeptical at the young woman but didn’t have the time or ability to argue with her at the moment.

“Fine but stay out of our way,” was the harsh reply she received. She bit her tongue trying not to say anything back as she simply yelled a simple yes sir and turned to start helping the bystanders that had been caught up at the start of the attack. She wasn’t surprised by the cold response she got from the hero. After all she looked like some simple bystander with an ID from the local hospital.

But she let it slide, not allowing the hero or his words to bother her as she rushed to help people who were still in the area. A bus was on fire as hero’s struggled to keep the fire at bay, and fight two monsters. A kid crying grabbed her attention as she ran over to the kid.

“Shhh it’s okay,” she said as she was kneeled down by the kid. A line of blood trickled down the kid's face. But the cut was visibly shallow but head wounds always bled a lot. She went to pick the kid up when a cry caught her attention.

“Look out!” Was all she heard as she turned to see the large blue looking monster towering over her and the kid. A fist flying towards them. She acted without thinking her body moving as she clapped her hands down to the ground watching a wall of cement fly up between her and the monster at least two feet thick. But she knew it wouldn’t be enough to stop the beast after she watched it toss around pro hero’s like they were nothing. But all she needed was the second or two it would buy her. She didn’t even watch to see if the wall would hold as she turned and grabbed the kid before she kicked off the ground running for all she was worth. She could hear the crumple of the cement behind her. As her back was turned. That was all she needed to get away from the fist that had been aimed for her and the kid. But that didn’t stop the monster from giving chase. But she was able to buy enough time that some of the hero’s were able to jump in and attack the being pulling its attention away from the woman and the kid as she ran trying to get the kid away from the fighting. But where was safe? The kid was clinging to her and she could hear the little boys sobs over the noise of battle. His body shook in her hands as she held him close running away from the disaster.

“I’ve got you, do not worry everything will be okay,” she said trying to sooth the kid in her hands as she ran. She just needed to get the kid away from the battle before her pace slowed down. She looked around as police finally started to arrive. She ran up to a cop car handing over the poor kid before she turned ready to run back into the fray as she could hear explosions and the sounds of fighting continuing. But at least now more first responders were arriving on scene as she ran back to the fight. This time though as she approached the busy battlefield she continued to look for injured people. Spotting a middle aged man crumpled in the ground she ran towards him.

“Are you okay?” She asked softly as the man looked up at her before shaking his head and saying he was pretty sure his leg was broken. There was no way she would be able to lift the man up. Her best option in the heat of the moment she needed to heal his leg enough so he could stand on his own. She ripped the pant leg above the suspected break. Nothing broke through the skin which was a good sign. She placed her hands gently on the soft flesh of the man’s leg before activating her quirk. Healing the bone took only seconds.

“Can you stand?” She asked softly as soon as she was done. To which the man nodded his head and forced himself to his feet. There was still obvious pain but he was able to move on his own as she jumped to her feet leaving the man to run away on his own. A sudden gust of wind and dust suddenly whipped around her as she raised her arm to protect her face. It wasn’t till people started to cheer she lifted her eyes to take in the sight of the current number two hero Endeavor after having punched the beast sending it sliding back. She was in awe for a second like everyone else but she was quick to turn away and look around. A shiver ran up her back, she felt like someone was watching her? Her soft green eyes looked around but she couldn’t see anyone but the feeling was too strong to make her feel like it didn’t happen. The hairs on her arms and back of her neck stood up on end as she found herself rubbing her right hand up and down her left arm trying to sooth the shiver that ran over her body. Damn it now was not the time for this. She pushed the feeling away and once again started to help out the injured as other first aid responders showed up.

She continued to run around and help people. At some point she got chatting with some of the EMS workers she knew. They knew she was off duty but still thanked her for the help. So much for getting home. She didn’t even get to keep the dinner she bought by the time she started to walk home again. It had gotten dropped when she saved the kid. But now she was too exhausted to stop and get any more food. She had used her quirk a couple of times and after a day of work on top she felt drained. Her bed was calling her name and she didn’t even care about eating dinner any more, as she had been gone from home nearly twenty four hours and she didn’t even care to do anything other than sleep. And so that’s what she did, stomach empty she walked into her tiny apartment and headed to her bed. Stripping her filthy clothes she crawled into bed even though she still felt like eyes were watching her till she walked into her apartment. But she didn’t ponder it assuming maybe it was some journalist who had seen her at the scene of the fighting. It didn’t matter she was too exhausted to care as she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Her early morning alarm went off far too early when she turned it off and forced herself to roll out of bed. Her body felt heavy, she had not worked that hard in a long time. Her double shift was normal, but then running around for her life and helping injured people was not something she had done since she was in high school over four years ago training to be a hero.

Forcing herself up she headed to the little bathroom in her apartment to welcome a warm shower that she would have liked to have the night before had she not been so exhausted. Once she felt nice and refreshed she walked out of her shower wrapping a towel around her body. She whipped a hand over the fogged up mirror trying to take in the sight of her dull green eyes that were half open as she still felt so exhausted. Her bright red hair had water droplets dripping off the ends as the strands clung to her face and neck before settling down along her middle back. Her body still felt so heavy, but there was nothing she could do about her exhaustion. With that she left the bathroom and headed back to her room to toss on some sweats and a t-shirt before running a brush through her damp hair. She ran out of her apartment once she was dressed. She would need to stop at a convenience store again for some breakfast since she didn’t have time to cook anything as she found herself speed walking down the street to ensure she got to work as fast as possible.

After the battle last night she knew the hospital would be busy. And it was as a number of bystanders and heroes alike who were on the scene were still in the hospital being treated. Eating breakfast as she walked she made her way from room to room doing her job checking in on those who were stable and doing well. Surprisingly she found two hero students in one room when she delivered some less than perfect news to one of them. His left arm had some bad nerve damage. But a third bed had a clipboard at it meaning there were actually three of them in the room but the one had stepped out. She was curious as to why the kids were administered, she didn’t remember seeing them at the fight. But then again everything had been happening so fast she could have missed them and not even known it.

She would have liked to ask them if they were part of last night's fight but she knew it wasn’t the time or place as the dark haired boy was still processing the news of his nerve damage. She slipped silently from the room leaving the two boys to talk. Walking down the hall she was surprised to walk past another kid, like the others he appeared to be in his mid teens probably 15 or 16 at best, no probably younger looking at that round baby face he still sported. Dark green hair and bright green eyes shimmered as he limped past her on crutches. She assumed he was the third kid heading towards the room she had left. But she didn’t have the time to ponder over seeing poor kids hurt from the fighting. If they were gonna be heroes this would become a bit more of a norm for the kids in the future.

The day dragged on but she was happy that today she didn’t have to work a double shift again as it got back she was at the scene last night. And she found herself lucky enough to go home after her first shift not having to work another back to back shift. Her body and mind was thankful for the short work day. But she feared her wallet wouldn’t be as thankful with the lack of hours. But she didn’t argue as she took off her scrubs and headed home. The streets were fairly empty as it was between rush hours leaving only a few people here or there. But it made for a quick and easy walk home.

The days to follow were busy at first as the hospital continued to contain a number of injured heroes and civilians alike who had been caught in the middle of the attack on the city. But it felt like things were slowing down and returning to normal as people were slowly being released. But that didn’t stop the poor woman from being stuck working back to back shifts to the point where the woman was exhausted. Her one early day off had been nice but it had not lasted long before her exhaustion had returned. Her body was growing tired and sluggish as she dragged her feet home during the last evening after a long day of work. The streets were bare as the last trains had finished their travels and everyone was tucked away in their homes. Not having to take the train made it easy for Rin to work late since she could just walk home.

She never would have expected in her exhausted state to find herself suddenly wrenched off balance, stumbling to try and keep herself upright. The hand held tightly to her wrist as she felt herself being ripped along through the shadow of the alley. She winced as it felt like her shoulder was being ripped from her socket as she struggled to not fall to her knees and be dragged. She couldn’t even dig her heels into the ground till the body in front of her stopped. She gasped as pain shot through her as she was thrown against a wall. She coughed and gasped for air as the force of hitting the wall knocked the wind out of her. Her body started to crumple before that same hand that had ripped her into the alley grabbed the front of her shirt, hoisting her up and keeping her on her feet. She had to struggle to blink away the black dots that threatened to take over her vision as her head ached.

“I don’t know why the fuck he wants you,” came a deep growl. The tone sounded threatening as she picked her head up and froze as her eyes met the sharp blue eyes looking down at her. They were threatening, it felt like ice had pierced her. A shiver ran up her spine as she realized she was in trouble. Whoever this man was, he was dangerous. His eyes screamed that he was ready to rip her throat out the first chance he could. She didn’t have any idea what his words meant, someone wanted her? For what? And who? Those questions rushed through her mind but she couldn’t ponder them at this moment. Get away! That’s what she needed to do at that moment. Finding her feet under herself once again she let the adrenaline take over and her training take over. Her hand reached up one taking his wrist in a tight grip and with as much force as she mustered she grabbed at his thumb using it to bend his hand back hearing the sound of some of her shirt ripping as he had refused to let go. She watched pain shoot across his face as he stepped back and away, ripping his hand from her grip. She watched the corner of his lips twitch softly as if he enjoyed the little attempt to fight him off. In the rush of panic she barely had time to take in the sight of the man. Dark unkempt hair, scars covering nearly half his face with what looked like staples or some sort of piercing linked the good and burned skin together.

“Hmm bitch has some fight,” he hissed as he watched her quickly trying to inch away from him.

“Who are you?” She asked, her eyes watching him closely as she felt her tight body take a defensive stance as she glared at the man who didn’t seem bothered at all by the woman ready to try and fight him off. He struck her as a cocky bastard who would quickly look down at her or anyone he felt was beneath him. She was still ready to fight but the man seemed relaxed and unfazed as if he didn’t even see her as a threat. In some ways it irritated her, she hated men who looked down at her. She tried to keep her head calm and clear. Surely he was stronger than her if this came down to a battle of hand to hand combat and she also didn’t have an idea what the man’s quirk was. She needs to try and think of a way out of this situation, but how? He was blocking the only exit to the alley and it was clear that he was not going to let her just walk past him and leave.

“Come with me and all your questions will be answered,” was the simple reply he gave her as he stood back watching her. He didn’t appear to be incredibly tall, surely he wasn’t even a head taller than her 164 cm form. But still although he looked calm his bright blue eyes held a shimmer of something that just screamed. Try anything and I’ll kill you. A shiver ran up her back at the thought of what he may be willing to do to make sure she did not leave this alley.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she hissed watching him closely as he simply shrugged his shoulders and the corner of his lips tugged up as if he was looking forward to being able to get rough with her now that she refused to just go with him.

“Alright then don’t blame me if you get hurt little mouse,” he said as his right hand reached out and she watched blue flames lap up from the palms of his hand. Oh fuck! was the first thing that crossed her mind as her eyes grew wide. This was a quirk she was not well suited to fight against. She probably could have had at least a slim chance if she was fighting him hand to hand but now she knew she couldn’t take him on in a close range combat fight.

She slowly tried to inch away sliding her feet back away and put more distance between her and him. Which didn’t work well as he was just as eager to step towards her every time she stepped back. Her best bet was to gather as much water from the air around her but still that would take time. But if she could protect herself with some water it would help. She had to try something and see if she could get past him. Her stance quickly changed from defensive to offensive as she found herself quickly backed into a corner. Fighting was her only option. She needed to try and remember her training on how to take on an opponent who was stronger than her. She was quick to step in towards him, closing the gap as she kept a close eye on his right hand that had produced the blue flames moments earlier. Her punch was blocked with ease, hell there was barely any power behind it. Her body was too sore and fighting hand to hand had never been her strong suit either. There was no way she was going to be able to even get past him. She could feel panic washing over her and her brain seemed to shut down as she suddenly jumped back from him and tried to just dash past him. An arm simply wrapped around her waist and before she could even say anything she found herself being hoisted up and over his shoulder as if she was a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down,” she growled, banging her fists against his back as her legs kicked out before another hand grabbed the back of her knees keeping her upper legs pinned to his chest making it too hard to kick him in the face.

“No can do princess, the boss wants you so it’s you I need to take back with me,” he said simply before he started to walk out of the alley sticking to the shadows before slipping into another one. The streets were empty but even the odd person who did happen to see the duo was surely too scared to approach and try to help. After all the man with all the burn scars was a rather intimidating sight with his hard blue eyes and scars. Her body grew limp as she stopped fighting him as he carried her like a sack of potatoes. Her long hair falling down around her face as she just gave in. In the end all she could do was huff and curse at the man as he carried her swiftly through the city before approaching an abandoned looking warehouse.

She looked over her shoulder as they approached the building before he walked in. The main area was fairly large with a couple of large boxes and crates here or there. But most of the space seemed open and empty aside from a number of people scattered about the room.

“Oh look Dabi is back!” A high pitched excited voice called out as the duo walked into the building. Rin’s green eyes glanced over to see the sight of a young girl sitting on a crate with her legs swaying as she looked over at the duo with a wide toothy grin. What the fuck the girl looked like she was a kid. What was she doing with a group like this? Rin wanted to ask but then again a crazy look in the girl's eye made her feel incredibly uneasy as she watched the kid start to ramble about how excited she was to see another woman in the group.

“Alright I brought the woman like you requested,” Dabi said before he suddenly dropped the woman onto the hard cement floor.

“Ow what the fuck,” she hissed as she sat on her ass glaring up at the man who had just dropped her.

“What the fuck was that for?” She asked, glaring as she pushed herself up to her feet as she glared up at him getting right into his face, pissed off that he had just suddenly dropped her like that, “you shouldn’t man handle a lady like that.”

“What lady? I just see a helpless little mouse,” he said, smirking down at her enjoying the sight of her getting irritated and pissed off with him.

“Why you arrogant,” she growled, mumbling to herself as she tried to make herself stand tall, refusing to back down. Well as tall as she could as her 164 cm stature didn’t exactly make her tall compared to the man who seemed roughly 179 maybe 180cm . That is till someone suddenly cleared their throat drew the two's attention over to a man. Well was he really a man? It looked like a cloud of smoke in a suit. Turning around to look at the people around her Rin took in the view of the two men standing side by side. Beside the black cloud stood a man with…. was that a hand on his face? Yes it was. The thought sent a shiver down her back.

“Are you Miss Rin Nakano?” The cloud of smoke called out as all the eyes seemed to be lingering on her. Why was it she suddenly felt the need to hide behind the man who had dragged her into the building.

“Nope sorry you have the wrong woman,” she said trying to get out of whatever situation she was currently in.

“Really cause your ID here says you are,” came the deep voice behind her as she suddenly gasping for air as the strap of material of her lanyard around her neck was pulled backwards digging the material into her neck forcing the ID card she usually kept tucked in her shirt to be visible and readable now as her airway was cut off. Her hands clawed at her neck and the ID card trying to pry the material from her neck as she stumbled back till she hit a hard chest.

“Dabi!” A scratchy voice called out, stopping the man from continuing to choke her with her own lanyard that sat around her neck. The voice that called out and made Dabi stop sounded like someone who hadn’t had a glass of water in years and their throat was raw and sore. She was almost thankful as she gasped and inhaled a lung full of much needed air till she heard the voice continue, “we need her alive. No killing her.”

Her green eyes looked over to look towards the owner of the voice to find it was the man with the hand up against his face. His fingers were scratching at the skin of neck as he had been talking. All the while she heard Dabi click his tongue off the back of his teeth, unhappy with the order to not kill her. She wasn’t about to argue as she struggled not to cough as she stepped away from Dabi trying to stay outside of the man’s reach.

“Rin Nakano. 22 years old, fresh from college. You’ve been employed at the Hosu general hospital for the last 8 months after a short term as a side kick at some third rate hero agency. You have no current living close relatives, your grades had not been enough to get into a top tier hero high school or college. But you still got your license. They called you the Alchemist. But it seemed for some reason you dropped out of being a pro hero and moved yourself into the healthcare system,” the cloud of smoke started to list off what she found to be some rather personal information. Her eyes became slits as she glared at the cloud of smoke, not happy with the idea a villain had been able to learn so much about her.

“It seems someone has done their homework,” she growled softly even though no one in the building seemed intimidated by the short woman or her temper.

“Awe she seems like she would be lots of fun to play with. Can I cut her up?” The childish voice called out. Yep Rin was correct. The girl was crazy as she held up a knife and looked at the older woman with a scary hunger in her eyes.

“If I’m not allowed to kill her you're not allowed to cut her up,” snapped Dabi who was still standing behind her.

“Enough! With her training in the hospital she fills in the spot of someone who can heal that we really need. Dabi you will watch over her. Try not to kill her,” the scratchy voice called out as if the woman wasn’t even standing before him.

“Who said I was going to help you guys? I refuse to do anything for the League of Villains,” she growled softly as she watched a red eye flash at her from between the index and middle finger of the hand sitting on the man’s face hiding the rest of him from view.

“Then we will kill you and find someone else!” Was the low reply she got from the man before he continued his threat, “surely you wouldn’t want that.”

Rin was forced to clench her teeth as she glared at the man. She knew very well they had done their homework. They knew of her past, the loss of her parents, the death of a hero she worked with. Why she changed over to work in a hospital and quit being a hero. She felt responsible for every death that happened around her and her conscience wouldn’t allow her to not follow their order knowing they would just drag some other poor soul into this mess and away from their family. She didn’t have a family to miss her, no one who would suffer the consequences of her actions but herself. She slowly exhaled a deep breath trying to calm herself down as her shoulders dropped but her face remained hard as she glared at him. Getting her point across she did not like this nor was she going to just willingly agree to help them. But she also wasn’t about to let them kill her either.

“I am not going to help you kill people,” she hissed softly trying to stand her ground and inform the man she was not going to just become a willing partner for the League of Villains and run around killing people. She would rather be kept a semi willing prisoner than become a villain.

Next Chapter

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Essential Boblin Episodes

In preparation for Boblin Week, I’ve compiled a list of the episodes where I think Bob and Linda’s dynamic shines the most.

Season One:

Weekend at Mort’s— this episode really has the grumpy/sunshine dynamic on full display! Bob and Linda fight and make up, and Bob learns a nice lesson about having fun with her.

Season Three:

Lindapendent Woman- ohhhhhhh myyyyy goodness. I’m being so serious when I say I think about this episode on a daily basis. Bob realizing how much he needs Linda’s help at the restaurant while also acknowledging how how she makes his life more fun?? So excellent, makes me cry, 10/10.

My Fuzzy Valentine- Bob being dumb and going to great lengths to make Linda’s Valentine’s Day special!!! Also, this episode is just so funny in general.

Season Four:

A River Runs Through Bob- the bickering in this one!! They’re so, so married. They overcome a huge problem together, and Linda gets to be the hero. Amazing.

Seaplane!— Hello??? Using infidelity in a storyline while also never having Bob or Linda consider cheating on one another is so genius. I like the argument they have that’s the heart of this episode, because both sides are understandable and I think it’s easy to empathize with them both.

Season Five:

Can’t Buy Me Math- I’m a sucker for Valentine’s Day, and I love Bob and Linda spending so much time trying to perfect theirs 😭 having romance be very messy and imperfect is so them, and it’s hilarious and sweet.

Adventures in Chinchilla-sitting- Bob and Linda having fun together by being lowkey mischievous is a favorite of mine. Also the kiss at the end??? Best boblin kiss.

Season Six:

Stand By Gene- I love Bob and Linda’s competitiveness with each other, and this one adds the extra element of Bob feeling guilty and realizing how proud he actually is of Linda doing well. The moral of like “we’re always on the same side, even when we’re not” GETS TO ME.

Season Seven:

Bob Actually- sue me, it’s another Valentine’s Day episode. I love Bob stepping sooo far out of his comfort zone to make Linda smile, and her reaction to his surprise is adorable. Obsessed with them.

Eggs For Days- Bob and Linda being sooo dumb and petty and competitive. It’s a good thing they married each other, because who else is going to get this hardcore about their children’s egg hunt?

Season Eight:

The Trouble With Doubles (/also The Date Escape? google says both titles)- A hallmark of long term relationships is handling frustrating situations together, and Bob and Linda being stuck with an annoying couple feels like such a realistic Marriage™️ problem.

Go Tina on the Mountain- Is there anything more on brand for Boblin then falling asleep on the couch together after eating copious amounts of cheese? No.

Are You There, Bob? It’s Me, Birthday- I love this little exploration of an introvert and an extrovert being in a relationship together! And I love how Bob and Linda both come to separate realizations about sacrifices they can make to make the other person happy

Season Ten:

The Ring (but not scary)- Bob is so, so excited to give Linda an anniversary gift she deserves, and Linda is so secure in their love that she doesn’t need one anyway. Yes, I’m still mad about this ending.

Season Eleven:

Romancing The Beef- I’m obsessed with how their lists of what they love each other consist of such small, domestic things.

Season Twelve:

Touch of Eval(uations)— literally my favorite boblin episode!!! Bob being so anxious about not being buried with Linda is a unique way of demonstrating how much he loves her and just wants to be with her forever. This episode makes me lose my mind.

Ferry on My Wayward Bob and Linda- Valentine’s Day episodes are their THING. Another instance of them enduring a difficult situation together, and the ending where they kiss and say I love you simply destroys my life.

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The Light of Dead Stars (08) | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x (f.) Reader; side Seokjin x (f.) OC; side Reader x Namjoon

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, fake romance, boss/workmate aus; angst, drama, fluff, smut; slow burn

Chapter Warnings: Foul language, explicit sexual content (making out, breast play, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected penetrative sex); hurt and crying (18+)

Chapter Word count: 10.6k

A/N: Ashashsjbcseha it’s here! Finally!

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Status: Complete

Series summary:  Your unconventional arranged marriage with your company’s President, Kim Seokjin, is necessary, practical, and simple - both your families benefit, and he minds his own business and so do you. But when a slip-up causes his parents to believe that you and he are in love, you have no choice but to pretend you are, especially with the trip to France for his brother’s wedding coming up. When you get back to Seoul, things start to change, and Seokjin is faced with the most difficult decision he has to make.  

You follow Jimin’s advice and continue on whatever the hell track he was talking about, and try to go about your married life normally. 

You and Jin still go to work together most days, with half of the ride being spent planning on what you’ll have for dinner and the other is bickering with or teasing Yoongi. 

Your husband, who’s also your boss, makes sure that there isn’t much conflict of interest, but he does send you encouraging smiles after your reports during those weekly executive committee meetings, and little thumbs up signs after product presentations. 

At night, you no longer immediately go to your rooms after eating. When one has to work, the other is there. Sometimes, you both watch TV; you’ve recently gotten into variety shows and you find out that Jin has a shallow sense of humor, something he also just discovered because his life doesn’t give him much leeway to enjoy little things like that. 

There are instances when you both prefer to stay in your room and neither of you minds if he falls asleep there. Jin wakes up the next morning to your snoring and goes about his morning routine in his room like normal. 

With one day of his weekend now free when it used to be spent with Seri, he’s been going to Sejeong’s house - the honorary Kim siblings home - to play games with his brother-in-law and to bond with his niece and nephews. 

You’ve been enjoying your time with them, too, especially Sejeong, as she constantly introduces you to luxury brands that she says you have to get used to wearing and purchasing. “It’s part of the image,” she says, and it’s one of those things that you just have to accept is part of your role as a member of this family. It somehow helps, though, as you’re able to somewhat keep up during those small conversations with celebrities in the events that Hyun-a and Taehyung invite you to. 

Your favorite is weekends with your friends, though, and after the wedding, they’ve taken a liking to Jin and Yoongi, too, which is why today, you got everyone at your home to celebrate Dara’s birthday. 

Jimin asked that you decorate a little, so you and Jin went to the market to buy ingredients and then shopped for some banners and party favors right after. 

It’s now late in the afternoon and you’re both busy in the kitchen, preparing all the dishes for dinner. It’s all of Dara’s favorite foods - fried chicken, spicy squid, salted egg prawns, wagyu, and  japchae. There’s a variety of side dishes and Mrs. Kang’s famed seaweed soup, too.

You’re in the midst of arranging the elements of the beef tacos that Jungkook annoyed you into making when your friends arrive, oohs and ahhs reverberating in the large space because it’s their first time to visit you here. 

You always felt uncomfortable inviting them over since you didn’t pay a single cent in purchasing this house, but when you asked Jin for restaurant recommendations, he suggested having the party here instead. They can at least stay as long as they want and there wouldn’t be any complaints, knowing how loud they tend to get.

“Oh my god, it smells amazing,” Dara squeals, running over to you. “I can’t believe I get to have the Kim Seokjin cook me my birthday meal.”

“Yah, get over it. He’s not that good,” you tease, earning you a little playful nudge from your husband. 

“Uh, I don’t know about his skills but he looks good,” she says, ogling him in his fitted jeans and white deep scoop shirt.

You finally notice Jin’s outfit and visibly swallow at the sight of his sternum with how unusually low his shirt is. His collarbones are basically popping out with the thin material, showing a bit of his pecs as well. Has he been working out?

“Why are you naked?” You frown at him, and he laughs because he knows what you mean. 

He’s one who tends to cover his chest because he gets shy about it so whenever he wears something like this, given that you’re now used to seeing him in casual clothing, seeing him be a little more “daring” by his standards is surprising. And something that’s also, oddly enough, making your heart race. 

“Figured it’ll be hot since we’re cooking a lot,” he shrugs. “I can change after we finish here.”

“No!” You say too quickly, earning you an arch of his eyebrow. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It was just a question.” Although deep inside, you’re freaking out because you definitely do not want him to change into anything else. 

“Okay,” he says nonchalantly. 

He proceeds to check on how the sauce for the spicy squid is going while you heat the flour tortillas when Jungkook walks over to you, eyes widening at the half-bitten taco that you were tasting a while ago.

“___, can I have that?” He points to it, and you nod your approval. He opens his mouth, gesturing for you to feed him, but you only frown in response.

“Yah, are you a child? Feed yourself!”

It’s at the same time when Jin asks you if it’s good that you put the beef, the kimchi, and the sriracha mayo in a spoon and feed him to taste.

“Ah, perfect,” Jin hums. “I’d be satisfied with just that.”

You smile sweetly while your best friend frowns and turns to Jimin and Dara, who have fixed the drinks and desserts on the dining table and are now seated on the kitchen bar stools. 

“Did you see that?!” Jungkook gasps. “She’s literally been feeding me ever since we were kids and now she just rejects me but not her husband?”

He turns to you dramatically. “___, married life changed you!”

“I’m gonna kick your dramatic ass, Kook,” you groan. “You literally have hands. Go get it and feed yourself.”

“Jin has hands, too!” He yells. 

“Aish,” you say, threatening to flick his forehead when he relents and picks up the taco and eats the entire half. 

“How does it taste?” You ask.

“Like betrayal.”

You make him a face while Jin laughs next to you. You both continue with the main dishes while Jimin assembles the tacos and Jungkook serves everyone drinks. 

Yoongi arrives and immediately gets in the groove with your friends, eating and sipping his beer. They all talk and laugh at the kitchen counter and watch you and Jin work around like a well-oiled machine, with the occasional teasing and feeding and arm-smacking and sweat-wiping. 

Dara turns her stool to face away from you and beckons the others to make a circle with her. 

“That’s not them faking, right? I mean, they know they shouldn’t be faking around us,” she remarks. “Why are they… like that?”

Jimin snorts. “Duh, isn’t it obvious? If they’re not such idiots who can’t see what’s in front of them, they shouldn’t be faking at all. Look at ___! When was the last time she was that comfortable and happy around a man who isn’t me and Kook? Was she even like that with Namjoon?”

“Nah. She was always giddy and starstruck with Joon,” Dara answers. “Yoongs, when did those 2 start becoming like that?”

“Uh, I don’t really remember,” Yoongi shrugs. “But they’re more affectionate even just in the car or in the office; maybe they’re more comfortable since Seri’s not there anymore,” he shares. “They go out more, though, like dinners and movies. I see it in their shared calendar.”

“Why do they calendar those things?” Jungkook asks.

“So I don’t schedule meetings and trips.”

“Making sure they don’t get disturbed, I see,” Dara hums. “I sense a shift. Do they maybe like each other but are too stupid to admit it?”

Yoongi chokes on his drink but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know about you, although he’s noticed you being a tad bit more comfortable physically than what he’s used to seeing. 

His boss is a different story, though. Jin talks about you a lot. There’s the affectionate teasing, the admiration for your work ethic, the bits of information he’s learning about you as you spend more time at home together, and the occasional comment about how pretty or adorable you look. Yoongi rarely heard Jin talk about Seri in that way, and for all his neutrality about that relationship, he kind of feels a little bad for Seri who clearly was into Jin. 

As the older man’s decade-long colleague and friend, Yoongi can tell that Jin was mostly passive about what he had with Seri, taking only the convenient and pleasurable parts about being with someone who didn’t demand anything more. Perhaps it’s being with you that’s making him realize what a relationship means and entails this time around, seeing as how his first and only one was over a decade ago, and he’s grown up a lot since then. 

“I don't know about Jin but ___ doesn’t feel the need to know, you know?” Jimin responds. “I mean, she’s been adamant about not wanting to get into relationships even if she’s literally married.”

“Ah, well you know she never believed this marriage had the potential to be a romantic relationship,” Jungkook says. “She’s been hurt so many times and hung onto the one person who showed her the kind of love she needed then. I just feel like that stopped being what she needed, you know? People grow up, time passes, our needs and desires change. She’s not who she was before,” he continues, having experienced all versions of you in the 2 decades you’ve been best friends. “And I’ve been trying to knock some sense into her that if she just let her love for Namjoon - which may have very well faded - go, then maybe she could see the potential of this one.”

He looks at you fondly as you happily plate the dishes while Jin takes photos, and your best friend wants nothing more than for you to see that more than one person can love you. And that letting go of someone you once loved doesn’t diminish what you felt for them; it just means you’re choosing yourself this time, something that your friends and family and even Namjoon constantly remind you to do. 

“Yah, who are you gossiping about?” You call your friends out. 

“No one. Just deciding on what to sing for karaoke later,” Dara sweetly smiles.

She has that look and you know she’s lying but you don’t prod. You have a feeling you don’t wanna know about it right now.

You motion everyone to help you and Jin in setting up the table with the food, and dinner follows right after. Amidst the moans of how good the dishes are, are the laughter and constant clinks of glasses. 

You, Jin, and Yoongi hold your liquor the best, as evidenced by all 3 of you being the only ones who have not tripped nor spilled any juicy details. Yoongi, specifically, keeps a straight face when Dara admits how big her crush is on him and you all laugh because it was pretty obvious from the very beginning. 

Karaoke starts soon after with everyone pretty much tipsy or drunk enough to sing at least 1 song. Yoongi, surprisingly, sings a mellow song while Jin goes a bit upbeat. You and Jimin do a duet and Jungkook and Dara hold the mic most of the time. It’s a fun evening, as you all munch on dried squid and fish jerky while pretty much inhaling the beer, soju, and whiskey that’s all out for everyone to enjoy.

You and Jin make the call of having all of them sleep over, with Yoongi in one guest room, Jimin and Jungkook  in another, and Dara in yours. 

You’ve cleaned her up and she’s a bit more sober when she cuddles next to you, her slender limbs wrapped around your body.

“Thank you for tonight, ___,” she whispers. 

“Ah, it was all I could give. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile at her.

“Yah, don’t downplay the amazing dinner you made and the pretty necklace you got me,” she playfully pinches your arm. “But you know the best gift? Your smile, ___. It’s different. I love it.”

“Hey, I smile a lot. You 3 are all I need. You give me a headache but I smile more,” you pout at her. 

“I know, but this time, it took just one person to make you smile that way,” she says. “I don’t know what’s going on with you and Jin but I like it. I hope he doesn’t go away. I hope you don’t go away, too.”

Managing everyone the day after the dinner party was quite the feat, as they all wanted different things for lunch on top of the hangover soup that Jin made. But you both managed and got everyone out by the afternoon in time for dinner with his family. 

It’s gotten fairly easier to “fake” it, as Taehyung himself noted that he’d forget sometimes that you and your husband aren’t actually in love. 

You tried not to let it get to you or let it mean much, especially with Jin being way less somber than you expected ever since he got back from Japan, which was over 2 months ago. 

He’s been more playful, constantly pinching your cheeks and nose and teasing you more openly. He’s been quite clingy, too - knocking on your door some evenings and lounging on your bed until you fall asleep, hanging out in your office when he doesn’t have a lunch meeting, and asking you to have dinner out when he’s too tired to cook at home. 

He’s also been more affectionate and touchy - automatically holding your hand whenever you’re out on a business or social event, pulling you by the waist when speaking with guests and affiliates, sitting close to you when you’re both out with your friends, and the one you’ve been most surprised with - hugging you when he gets home during the times when he has to stay back in the office to meet with his father and manage pressing issues.

There’s that scandal that the head of one of their subsidiary companies is facing, and then the bribery allegations against the spouse of one of their board members, thus dragging the Kim Foods Inc. name in the mix. It’s a lot of stakeholder and PR management that Jin, Taehyung, Sejeong, and their parents need to be on top of, and it’s usually late in the evening when they all have time to discuss these matters. 

It’s Monday when Jin comes home, groaning in frustration as he ends a call with his secretary. You’re seated on the living room couch, waiting for him. You didn’t hear from him all day and Yoongi said that your husband was busy and only got to eat in the car while he was going from one meeting to another. You wanted to know when he got back so he could rant or talk to you if he wanted, or make him tea if that’s what he needs.

“Hey,” you say, calling his attention as he nears the stairs. “How bad was it today?”

“Not as terrible as last week but I haven’t gotten over that yet so I’m still hungover,” he laments, sitting next to you and lolling his head back. “I also have to fly to Singapore tomorrow to personally inform one of our distributors that we’re terminating the contract because they’re in some deep shit and we can’t afford to get dragged into their mess, too.”

You can only look at him with sympathy. There’s always been so much weight he has to carry as the eldest of the family and the President of the company - he needs to protect their name and what they’ve built, their people, and their reputation. You’ve seen him decisively make decisions, call out incompetence and mediocre outputs, be detail-oriented and excellent in his own tasks, and still carry himself with so much poise and confidence every time, whether he’s in the office, speaking during press conferences, meeting with VIPs, or just engaging with staff. 

He’s got so much on his plate and you admire him for all that he does, all while healing from a broken heart and being in an arranged marriage that he probably doesn't get enough comfort from. 

“I’m sorry everything is happening all at once,” you say. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I just need to rant. Can you listen?” He turns to you.

“Of course,” you smile, and that’s what you do.

This is the most frustrated you’ve heard him. The legal and PR teams are doing their best before the company’s name gets tainted because of who they’re associated with, and last week was truly the most stressful of it all. Jin is only able to fully process it now, as the issues are stabilizing and they’re able to slowly move away from it without much fanfare, and so all the emotions and frustrations are being bared right now. 

There’s the culprits, then the board members who are taking sides, then his father who’s being too hard on him, and Jin who’s also being too hard on himself. 

He massages his temple as he lets out a long breath.

“None of it is your fault, you know?” You try to comfort him. “These things happen, that’s why you have risk assessments and risk management plans in place; it’s why you have teams who are paid to handle them so the company won’t lose too much, why you have people to do the other work for you while you’re trying to get things under control. But it’s not all on you, Jin. You have your family who are just as invested and have as much stake in this as you. Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s gonna give you wrinkles.”

He chuckles at that. “Is that why I have you, too? To remind me of all this and to make me laugh when I need it?”

“Yes,” you wink, proud that you’re able to listen and make him smile. “I’m also here to give you a head massage because it looks like you need it.”

“That would actually be great.”

He lays his head on your lap at your invitation, feeling comfortable with the throw blanket on it. He closes his eyes immediately once he feels your soft fingers rub his temples in circular motions, caressing his forehead down to his nose bridge. He moans quietly as he feels the hairs on his arm stand up at the sensation. There’s enough pressure yet you’re still so gentle, and he loves how your skin feels against his, even if it’s just like this.

To keep his bangs from falling on his forehead while you continue your motions, your free hand combs his hair away, leading you to lightly scratch his scalp. He releases a satisfied smile at the action that tells you he likes that, too. 

“That’s so fucking relaxing,” he moans again.

“I can get you a head massager, you know? That’s an amazing invention,” you giggle.

“No, I like this better,” he mumbles. 

You smile at his compliment and continue on, scratching his scalp and massaging his head. You take the time to appreciate him looking more at ease, as if little by little, you’re able to help rid him of the stress that he carries every day. 

He looks peaceful, with his rolled up polo sleeves and loosened tie, with his slightly parted mouth and steadied breathing, like for this moment, he can actually breathe. And you realize at this instance that you want to be able to make him feel this way - like he can be honest and vulnerable and free, like he can laugh and smile and be relaxed, like he can be comforted and at ease with you all at once. 

Somehow, he’s most beautiful like this.

You savor his look one last time before you lightly pinch his cheeks and whisper for him to wake up. He has an early flight tomorrow so he’ll need proper rest. He opens his eyes and smiles tenderly at you. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

You change your mind. He’s most beautiful this way.

Jin leaves early the next morning and decides to meet with a potential distributor while he’s there. He departs late at night, arrives in Seoul the next day, then heads straight to work with barely any rest. Upon hearing this, you go to him late in the afternoon and order him to go home. 

Seeing you worried and upset, he relents, not wanting to stress you out as well. Maybe he can just sneak in some work while he’s in his room, he thinks, but you surprise him by saying that you’re going with him to make sure that he doesn’t do any more things that can wait until tomorrow. Much as he wants to disobey you, deep inside, he doesn’t want to. If you want to stay with him, all the better for him.

He missed you last week, given that he spent more time in the office than at home and missed all evenings of having dinner with you. It’s only the middle of the week yet he already feels like he hasn’t seen you enough, and that short moment from 2 nights ago when you massaged his head reminded him of just how much he craves your touch.

He’s been more bold and daring in showing his affection, something he debated for a while because he didn’t want to scare you. He’s not typically that way,  and you know that, but something about your warmth and comfort makes him want to hold onto you, to feel you in any way, to savor what little bit of intimacy you’ll allow him to have with you. 

Because ever since France, it’s all he could think about. And he’s been slowly closing the gap through lingering touches, close contact, and recently, longer hugs. They all seem so simple but they mean a great deal to him because even with the relationship he had with Seri, Jin has never had someone this close - close enough to see him at his most frustrated, most stressed, most vulnerable, most helpless, most imperfect, and his willingness and desire to bare it all to you told him just how much he wants you in more ways than that. 

Love had become tainted for him ever since his ex-girlfriend left him. There was this hole she left that remained open, and he’d accepted that it was never meant to be filled by anything nor anyone because when love hurts you, it hurts real bad, and it takes away your belief and trust in it. Those who came after her couldn’t even get near the door, and he wasn’t willing to open it the slightest for anyone, even Seri. 

She was a lot of things, but she wasn’t love, he realized; at least in the way he hoped. She was care and comfort and pleasure and exhilaration; she was company, the breaks in between the tiring and stressful moments, but she wasn’t love. He kept her at a distance for a reason, he realized during that trip to Japan over 2 months ago, and that was because he didn’t want that hole in his heart to be covered, to be replaced. He realized that he wanted something else, something permanent. 

He wanted nurturing and something comfortable in the midst of the hardships; he wanted softness and warmth at the end of the pleasure and exhilaration; he wanted companionship, partnership, a sense of freedom from all the things that bind him at work and his family. He didn’t just want moments, he wanted something that lingered, that stayed with him, that he remembers and looks forward to, that he craves and longs for, and as he tried to ground himself and his feelings during that trip, all he thought of was you, and how everything he wanted, he found in you.

Jin has been careful, but sometimes he can’t help it - intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you close, savoring your sleepy eyes and pouty mouth before you fall into slumber. What he can’t help the most is yearning for you, as the desire for more intensifies everyday, whether he’s with you or not, all he wants is you. 

It’s Friday when he caps off another tiring week. Things are looking up this time, as Sejeong had taken much of the lead in handling all the concerns this time. She’s amazing at it, too, and he’s just thankful that he could at least savor the last day of the week, knowing he’ll be coming home to you.

He drags his feet up the foyer stairs and his lips turn up at the sight of you in your sleepwear, seated on the bar stool while watching something on your tablet. 

You hear his footsteps and immediately turn around, your arms open for him to fall into like you think he needs. The bags under his eyes and his pouty lips tell you how tired he is, but his face softens once he sees you ready to give him what he yearns for more than anything else.

His head finds purchase in the crook of your neck while his hands wrap around your waist immediately. 

“Another tough day, huh?” You ask, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. 

“Uh-huh,” he hums, tightening his grip around you as he falls deeper in your embrace. 

You both stay there, feeling each other’s heartbeats, feeding off each other’s warmth, letting yourselves get lost in the feel of each other’s bodies as you breathe and try to get as close as possible. It’s comfort he needs, and it’s comfort you’ll give him.

He buries himself further in your hold, and the heat of his breath on your skin is electrifying. It’s  right when you come to your senses that you realize he’s standing in between your legs, his body pressed against yours, the thin material of your pajamas letting you feel all that muscle underneath his clothes. 

You can feel his heavy breathing, and you mindlessly yet affectionately massage his back, then his scalp, lightly pulling the ends of his hair as your breathing matches the pace of his.

He moans immediately, and it’s different from the other night when he felt relaxed. This sounded more, like he wanted more. He whispers your name, his plump lips gently pressing against your neck. You don’t pull away, instead, you moan in return.

“Jin,” you pant, your eyes closed now and your heartbeat quickening. Your mind feels hazy, floating, as his lips travel to your neck, then your jaw, soft kisses being planted as he makes his way up until he’s facing you now. 

With hooded eyes, he glances at your mouth and you do the same with his. The tension is thick and heavy but it’s welcomed, and it’s something you’ve never felt with him before. Perhaps it’s built up gradually over the past weeks, as the distance between both of you slowly diminished, as the affection became more natural, comfortable, something you’d started to look for.

You know you mirror the desire in his eyes. And so caressing your cheek, he presses a gentle kiss on your lips. Then another one. Then another one.

You return each of them, and when the fourth one lingers, you stop him from pulling away. You’re holding onto his collar now, keeping him in place as you deepen the kiss, and this becomes his cue to seek entrance, something that you grant.

The feel of his tongue entangled with yours is intoxicating, as Jin has a way of just drawing you in and hypnotizing you with everything - his woody and masculine scent, his slender fingers stroking your skin, his taut torso against your body, his expert mouth taking you in and devouring you, softly at first and then passionately not long after. 

Your joint moans gradually fill the large space as you take in each other. He starts grinding against you, and once you feel the friction from his movements on your pelvis, the wetness in your cunt starts to pool.

Pulling away from your mouth, his lips map out your jaw and your neck again before he faces you once more.

“Come to bed with me,” he mutters, his eyes pleading for you to grant his wish.

Your body is unable to say no. He’s pulled you in and let you feel what he can give and you want more.

“My room,” you respond, giving him a nod that’s an agreement to everything else, and the nod he returns tells you that he understood what you meant.

He moves away and takes your hand, leading the way up the stairs and into your bedroom where he pulls you flushed against his chest once the door closes, your mouths back to attacking each other. 

His hands move underneath your top on your sides, caressing your torso and teasing you by gliding his fingers against the bottom of your breasts. 

You’re loosening his tie now, expertly untying and getting rid of it, then proceeding to unbutton his polo and aggressively pulling it off him. Your hands map out his neck, long and smooth, like a canvas to mark later on. Your fingers trace his collarbones, and then travel down his firm pecs and abs, all the while your lips unwilling to separate from his.

He groans when you palm his crotch, hard and wanting, and you feel like you’ll run out of breath with how he sucks it all from you.

“Please,” he whines, pulling away now but leaning his forehead against yours. His breathing is hard, and you can feel just how much his own body is aching for more.

You sit on your bed, some feet away from the headboard. “Come to me, then.”

He removes his slacks and goes over to you, one arm wrapping around your middle to pull you up and lie you down. He kisses you again while he fumbles to remove your top, and your breath hitches once you feel his wet muscle swirling around your pert nipple. 

“Fuck, Jin,” you moan loudly. It’s been so damn long since you had anybody do you like this.

He merely hums against your skin, swallowing your breasts as if they won’t be there in the morning, then he travels down your torso, kissing his way until he meets the waistband of your shorts. 

Looking up at you half-bare underneath him, he smirks. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“Really, now?“ you arch your eyebrow. “Not too plain?  No need for some work done?” You ask, recalling what the tabloids and social media comments said about you.

“Not at all,” he growls, pulling your shorts and underwear off, leaving you completely naked for him. “Gorgeous,” he repeats, as he spreads your legs and licks a strip from your hole to your throbbing clit. “And taste so good.”

You’re literally left breathless, as he gently sucks and licks your nub. You’re heaving, unable to make any clear sound with how much you’re panting. It’s all too much, but your body is alight with pleasure that continues to ache for him, as if something triggered this need for him inside of you that needs to be appeased, that needs to be satisfied.

“Jin, please,” you whine now, as you start to need more than just this.

“Do you have a condom here?” He looks up at you while his fingers play with your clit this time.

“No,” you pant, head lolling back at the euphoric feel of his movements. “Didn’t really think I’d be doing this with you.”

He chuckles, but gets back to work as he feels your thighs start to shake. He moves to the side so he can continue to ram his fingers inside you while he kisses your mouth, wanting to swallow your moan once he gives you your first orgasm, and he does.

“Hmm,” he hums, and you feel him smile against your lips. “Let me get some in my room.”

You nod as you come down from your high, with half a mind to process what just happened and what’s about to, especially as you watch him lick your slick off his fingers and smirk before he heads out the door. 

But you don’t want to think too much. Your mind and your body just want to focus on him. He feels so good - on top of you, against you… you already know he’ll feel so good inside you, too.

He comes back in seconds with a box that he throws on the floor, keeping one foil packet lodged between his fingertips. He removes his boxers and you swear you’ve never seen dick that looks that good. Even that part of him is handsome, seriously.

He starts to touch himself, and that’s when you absolutely lose it. Long but built limbs and torso, delicate chest, and his neck that’s so glorious and looks absolutely delicious with his Adam’s apple protruding like that. And then his sexy hands stroking his gorgeous cock that’s gonna be inside you soon.

Everything is hazier now, like you’re in a dream that feels too good to be true. He puts the latex sheath on and climbs on the bed to hover over you, spreading your slick around before he teases your entrance.

You’re enamored, hypnotized, so you pull him and crash your lips against his, with no intention of stopping or slowing down. He slowly enters you, pulls back, then rams into you, causing you to moan so loud and accidentally biting his lip.

But he doesn’t seem to mind. He just thrusts harder, deeper, especially as you pull on his hair and support yourself with one hand on his shoulder - wide and smooth and absolutely glorious. 

“Shit, you feel so good,” he mewls, dragging his cock inside you before he follows a steady pace this time. 

“You, too,” you moan again. “Everything about you is attractive, what the fuck!”

He chuckles at your unfiltered state. “That’s great to know. Come for me again, yeah? And I want you to clench around me. You’ll probably like it when I come, too.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

He’s gorgeous and he knows it, but you follow. He sucks on that sensitive part of your neck, his grunts urging you on and that’s when you come, lost in the ecstasy that you almost don’t notice it. 

You want to pleasure him just the same, so you clench around him and play with his nipples to add to his pleasure. His breathing gets harder, his sounds get louder, and you feel his thrusts get sloppy until he’s shaking and moaning wildly as he comes, something you didn’t expect to hear from him. 

“Shit, ___. You feel so good around me,” he grunts.

You merely hum in response, on a high yourself as the way he’d attacked your pussy was so overwhelmingly out of this world. It was the way he made sure you felt good; it was the gentleness of his kisses and caresses but the intentional way that he pleasured you all over. 

He gets on his knees and lolls his head back, exposing his neck again that you just want to lick and kiss and leave marks all over. He bites his lip as he holds your thighs, eyes still closed and just savoring how it feels. He’s coming down from his high and he’s right, he’s fucking gorgeous when he comes, especially after he does. 

He releases himself from you, smiling softly and kissing your nose, then he removes the condom. He walks back to your bathroom and comes out with a wet washcloth and wipes your mess, making sure that he doesn’t miss a spot, and all you’re able to do is watch him in awe as he continues to be gentle even in handling you post-sex. 

You see the sweat on his chest and forehead comment that he should take a shower.

“Come back to me?” You ask, letting him know that it’s okay, as he seems unsure about it.

He nods and leaves the room, then returns not long after with damp hair and smelling fresh in his Balenciaga boxers. Fuck, he looks hot like this, too. 

Settling on his side of the bed, he pulls you close and you look at him with questioning eyes.

You’d spent the minutes alone trying to calm yourself down, wondering where you both go from here. It’s not that you weren’t expecting it, but perhaps the way you’d both continued on that track paved the way for this. 

You hadn’t planned it, nor did you make it your goal to be intimate with him like this, but you’d returned his actions - kissed him back and kissed him some more; you asked for him and gave in return; you let him fill a need you hadn’t realized you had and had done the same for him. 

“What does this mean?” You ask him, wanting to make sure that you’re on the same page again.

“What do you want it to mean?” He counters, ready for whatever your answer is. 

Obviously, he wants it to mean more; he wants to do it again and again, too. You felt so good in all ways, and he could only hope that your return of his advances meant that you want the same thing as he does. But during his shower, he pep talked himself into just accepting whatever it is you want.

“I don’t want to overthink it, but I don’t want to just sweep it under the rug, either,” you respond. “You’re stressed and I’m here for comfort but I really liked it and I want to do it again. It was great and you made me feel good and safe. I just… I  don’t want to stress about it too much.”

Your eyes lock with his and you’re trying to say what you can’t in words and you just have a feeling he gets it, as he nods. 

“Let’s just see where all this would go and figure out what we both feel. Is that okay?“ you propose, not wanting to push him away. 

“It’s fine with me,” he sighs in relief. It’s not ideal but it’s way better than the worst he thought about, which is you, thinking it was a mistake. “But I can hug and kiss you whenever? It’s quite comforting.”

“You may,” you reply, kissing him deeply until you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and his hand grips your thigh. 

It is comforting, and you think that maybe doing it can clarify things for you, especially when it comes to what you feel. But of course, there’s also the fact that he’d just given you mind-blowing orgasms and you may want to have those again. 

“We may even go another round if you’re not too tired,” you tease.

“I’m so damn exhausted but not for this,” he moans, as he removes your clothes again. “I’ll maybe fuck you into the next day.”

And that’s exactly what he does.

You wake up the next morning feeling sore and exhausted, but it’s the good and welcomed kind. You don’t remember feeling this satisfied after sex since you haven’t had someone touch you the way Jin did in a long time. 

You and Namjoon merely cuddled, since you were both in a weird spot for years and neither one of you wanted to go there if it wasn’t something you could do regularly. You did hook up with someone 2 years ago - a friend of Dara’s who was kind and decent, but it was a one-time thing and it’s not like sex was something you looked for. You had your own ways of pleasuring yourself and those had always been enough.

But Jin was pretty amazing. You didn’t know what to focus on - the way he was ramming into you and pleasuring you, or on the way he looked because seriously, that man is gorgeous whether he’s naked or dressed in a potato sack. 

He made you feel good, not just in terms of the sex but also about yourself. He let you know that you deserved to feel that kind of pleasure, that he wasn’t waiting for anything in return even if you did ask to have him in your mouth. He was gentle more than anything, especially during that second round. He wanted it to last but he wanted you to feel everything, too. He made you felt safe and wanted and cared for, and that’s something you never felt in all the times you had sex with your previous partners or hookups. 

Perhaps it gets better with age, or maybe Jin is just that guy who’s literally good at everything, but either way, you thoroughly enjoyed it. It doesn’t mean you want all this, though, at least right away. You agreed to more affection because it seems natural; it also seems like he needs it and quite frankly, so do you. Work has been tough and coming home to good food and a warm embrace and maybe even a kiss on the lips after a long, tiring day sounds just about right. 

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” His gruff voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

You’re much closer than you usually are when you sleep next to each other. You’re also both naked, limbs entangled underneath the warm sheets. 

“About last night,” you say, shifting to face him.

“Do you regret it?” He asks nervously.

“Of course not,” you reply. “Kinda just can’t help thinking about it since my thighs are sore. All the years of rejecting Kook to go to the gym or for a run are catching up to me.”

Jin merely smiles, just savoring you close and natural like this. “I don’t regret it, either. But same, I’m pretty sore. I haven’t done this in so long, too.”

You don’t prod and only smile back. He did mention in France that he and Seri haven’t done much in a while. It’s his sex life and you never dared ask about it, and even with this development in your relationship, you don’t intend to.

“But we’re good?” He asks. “Did, uh, did anything change for you?”

He hopes that you’re not taken aback by his question,  but he wants to know if there’s any change from last night, if there were feelings all along that you suddenly realize are there and want to act on, or if after waking up next to him and maybe liking how it feels, you’ll want more, be ready to be more, maybe take this whole marriage thing seriously this time.

“We’re good, and no, not really. I mean, I don’t want us to feel rushed or pressured just because we had sex,” you reason. “But all I can think about right now is that you’re seriously so hot and I don’t feel weird saying that to you even with your morning wood poking my thigh,” you chuckle, and he groans in embarrassment but pinches your cheeks because you really have to tease and annoy him this early in the morning. 

“But uh, I know you asked me what I wanted it to mean but what about you?” You wonder.

He wants to be honest, but there’s a look of uncertainty and even nervousness in your eyes. 

You’ve talked about Namjoon openly, about the special connection you have with the man and even if you claim that 5 years is a long time to wait for someone, Jin knows deep inside that you still are - waiting, wondering, and maybe even hoping. 

Even as your husband, he feels it’s not his place to ask you to want him back because he knew what he was getting himself into, and he fears that doing so will just push you away, especially if you’re yearning for someone else. Jin knows what not having closure is like; he didn’t really get it from his ex-girlfriend, and that’s what kept him from moving forward for years. 

And so he chooses to follow your pace, thinking that waiting for you to develop feelings for him would be the better option than laying it all out to you right away, especially when he’s unsure of how you feel, and when you’re still waiting on someone else. Jin can’t take an outright rejection right now, or have you be unsure, or even have you leave him because of closure you never got; that, he’s sure of. 

“Well, it means that I’m comfortable with this, with whatever we are and whatever we can be,” he responds, trying to give you a genuine smile. “It’s been nice spending more time with you. You’ve helped me a lot, especially these past few weeks with all the stress and last night, it just felt right to do that with you. And I agree, let’s see where things go, figure things out from here.”

“It’s been nice spending time with you, too,” you smile. “Like, I know France was fake romance period for us but it was fun getting to know you that way. You’re as perfect and as imperfect as I expected.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if that’s a compliment but thanks?” He chuckles.

“It means you’re a lot of great things but also still human,” you explain. “You make me feel giddy sometimes but you also annoy me shitless. We have a pretty good dynamic and honestly, that’s all I could ever want. Less drama and all. I don’t really know how to deal with all that, you know? I just want something simple and contrary to how everything started, I think that’s what we are.”

Jin agrees for the most part. It was simple at the beginning because there were clear limits and boundaries of what you were and weren’t. He had plans before and after you, and so did you. Until of course, France happened and changed everything for him; he crossed the line and couldn’t help from falling even more. And every time he thinks about baring his heart to you, a part of him gets scared of what will happen after. 

Seeing you smile softly at him and pinch his cheeks out of affection are all he needs to just hold onto his feelings for a little longer. He just hopes at some point, you’ll start to feel something, too.

You decided to stay in that Saturday to watch movies and have all your cravings delivered. Jin had to go to his parents’ house to do work stuff and he didn’t want to bother you, and he’d gone home with you fast asleep so he slept in his room instead. He missed you right away but he knows that one night of sex doesn’t automatically mean another one right after.

He woke up the next day to you making him gourmet breakfast, though. You watched a cooking show the night before and wanted to try it so you made it for both of you, knowing he spent the whole of Saturday working. 

That Sunday, you went to the park in the afternoon and met up with your friends for dinner. You didn’t tell them what happened last Friday night, not wanting to sex and tell, although you know that Dara would freak out when you finally open up about it. 

All was normal, of course, except Jin’s hand that was perpetually on your waist and yours that somehow always ended up on his thigh. You didn’t miss the knowing looks of your best friends, though, and you were sort of glad that Yoongi wasn’t there to add to their subtle teasing. 

Later that night, you and Jin got a bit handsy in the car and ended up making out and cuddling and then falling asleep in your bed. 

You woke up the next morning panicking because you both slept through your alarm, and then spent the whole car ride arguing on whose fault it was. But as always, it ended with you laughing your butts off as you walked into your office building, with some staff looking a bit surprised at their President’s casual and lighthearted demeanor that they rarely saw on him before, especially on a Monday morning after everything that’s happened. 

It was still a busy week. You and Jin met up with the vegan vlogger who flew from the US and drafted plans for the collaboration, splitting time with your department and Marketing for a sound project proposal. 

This was always the exciting part for Jin, he’d told you - being exposed to different kinds of food preparation techniques and finding ways to make delicious dishes accessible to the general public.

You don’t have sex again, given the late nights and troubleshooting you had to do with one of your products that’s launching in a few months. You came home late on Thursday to a dinner spread, though, and Jin pulled you into his lap for a long hug before letting you go and resting for an early flight to Jeju for an event the next day.

It’s now Saturday, and you’re in an events place in Gangnam for a fellowship dinner with some of Jin’s parents’ affiliates and close friends. 

Your husband has been generous with compliments all night about your classic black jumpsuit and gold heels outfit, and you don’t deny the fluttering of your heart with how his compliments are making you feel. He obviously looks stunning in his textured beige ensemble. 

There’s no faking with the way you’re holding hands and clinging to each other as this time, you actually want to hold his hand, you want him to hold you close and tell the other patrons how well you’re doing at work, given that Jin knows your tendency to get a little intimidated during events like this. 

This is you, staying on track, you think, as you just let the affection do the talking, as if you’re just letting nature take its course and you’re enjoying the ride - of figuring out what you feel, what you want from him, and what you’re willing to give and receive. 

You’re enjoying tonight. You’re in the middle of chatting it up with one of the Kims’ oldest family friends, your hand clinging onto Jin’s arm, when you get a text from your brother. 

Is Wong Seri the name of Jin’s ex-girl? The message reads. Is this her? Another message follows, a group photo this time with her at the center.

Yeah, why? You reply, suddenly feeling uneasy at how your brother could possibly cross paths with her. 

Right, you did say she resigned, he says. She’s the new associate at our Seoul office, I saw her CV and her past employment. Small world; I didn’t think she was in creatives. 

Seoul office. Jin had mentioned that she went home to Ulsan for her parents. 

When did she start?

A few weeks ago. Why?

Fuck, you say, suddenly feeling like it’s hard to breathe.

Hoseok asks why again and you’re too stunned to answer, trying to come up with different scenarios. 

Maybe she came back here after a month or so after caring for her parents. Maybe Jin didn’t know. 

Your phone ringing startles you, and you let go of Jin and rush out the building to pick up the call and get some air. 

“Hey, you stopped replying. Tell me you just got busy,” your brother says.

“If she started a few weeks ago, then that means she applied like a month or so before that, right?” You ask.

“Hmm, well, you know how it is at work. Weeks of application process and then onboarding and then you start. It takes a while,” he explains. “She probably applied, like, 2 - 3 months ago.”

You take a deep breath. That’s around the time they broke up. There’s got to be a reason, right? Jin didn’t know, you convince yourself. Jin didn’t know. 

“Why, what’s going on?” Hoseok presses.

“I… I, uh, I’ll get back to—”

“___?” You hear your husband call out. “I was looking for you. Is everything okay?”

You try to put up an expressionless face and turn to him. 

“Yeah, it was just my brother,” you say. “Checking up on me and asking about Seri. You said she resigned so she could take care of her parents in Ulsan, right? That’s over 4 hours away by train.”

“Uh, yeah,” Jin nods, unsure why you suddenly bring her up. “Her parents are quite old and she always talked about going back home to take care of them after she’s saved up.”

“Hoseok said she’s working in the Seoul office of their company, though. How is that possible?”

You see Jin’s face falter a bit, and you know that’s not a curious or confused look on his face. That’s a look of someone who’d just been caught, and you hate how your heart breaks, how it begs for all this not to mean what you think it does.

“Oh, oh is she?” He asks, biting his lip and briefly looking away.

“Don’t bullshit me, Jin. It’s either you didn’t know she was here the whole time or you knew exactly why she resigned and that she’s been here all along and you lied about it, for whatever fucked up reason, I don’t know,” you scowl. “So fucking tell me the truth.”

Jin at least knows it’ll only get worse if he continues with the lie, so he gives in and tells you the truth.

“She didn’t resign because of her parents,” he sighs, knowing that everything is just about to fall apart. “And I knew she’s been applying to other companies in Seoul and—”

“You’re a liar,” you say bitterly.

“Look, I couldn’t tell you because—”

“You’re still a liar. I asked you that day and you didn’t tell me the truth.” 

Your eyes are glassy now, and you blink away the tears that have pooled, turning when he tries to wipe them away.

Jin is about to say something when a couple of people walk by, and you take this opportunity to turn around and walk towards the street to hail a cab, uncaring of the question he’d left unanswered.

“___, where are you going! Hey!”

You walk further up the street, arm still up and cursing at your terrible luck that of all the nights you need a taxi, no one’s stopping for you right now.

Jin is cursing internally, too, even more when he picks up the phone and Yoongi asks where he is because his parents are looking for him. 

“___ knows about Seri being in Seoul. She knows I lied. I fucked up. She’s leaving now. I can’t fucking lose her.”

“Then go after her!” He orders. 

“I need the car, shit, can you—”

“Take a cab, you idiot. Don’t waste any more time.”

Jin drops the call and starts running, desperately calling a cab himself and waving a stack of cash to attract drivers. It works and he orders the driver to follow the car you just got into, and he spends the ride trying to figure out what to say to you and how to not make you want to leave him. 

Things were going well. He felt like you were both on the way to something more. And he didn’t think that it’s this little detail, this little lie that he didn’t think much of, despite Yoongi’s insistence, that would ruin everything. 

The way you looked hurt and defeated at the realization that he lied about the truth of her resignation is now ingrained in his head. He wishes it’s something he can easily forget.

He asks the driver to floor it, as Jin figures out now that you’re on the way to your house. He makes it there just a minute or so after you, running up the foyer steps and catching you on the way to your room. 

“___, I’m sorry, you have to listen to me,” he begs, pulling your wrist and he gets even more angry at himself when you wince at the contact. “You looked so worried that she resigned because of you and I couldn’t let you carry that baggage and—”

“Oh, so it was because you were trying to protect me, that’s why you lied?” You scoff. “Don’t fucking play with me, Jin! I asked you why she resigned, you said it was because of her parents when you knew this whole time that it wasn’t, and that she’d been applying around the city. I don’t care if you still wanted to see her but don’t make me stupid. Don’t make me a fucking fool. Don’t hit it up with me when you’re still hung over her.” You’re seething, as your eyes burn a hole right through him. “Was Japan a cover? Did you even go there? Was she there? Have you been seeing her behind my back?”

“Fuck, no!” He yells, desperate for you to not come up with anything worse because of that one lie. “We cut ties right after I broke up with her and we haven’t spoken or seen each other since then, I swear it.”

“Why hide it from me?”

“Because I was scared to tell you the truth.”

“And what’s the truth, then? Why break up with her? Why lie?”

“I broke up with her because I was falling in love with you,” he finally admits, voice cracking when he wanted to say it with conviction. It should be liberating, but somehow it’s breaking his heart seeing your face fall at his confession. “And I couldn’t just… tell you. You have this plan of divorcing after—”

“Which you agreed to!”

“Yes, I did, because we were so sure that nothing was gonna happen between us. I had Seri and you had someone else but I went ahead and fell for you anyway.”

The words hang in the air, lingering as they demand to be said back; you see it in the desperate yet guilty look he has on. But you feel quite numb, as you try to make sense of everything - the lie, the implication of the lie, and the feelings he’d kept from you.

“When did things start to change?” You stammer, looking him in the eyes when he tells you what you hope to be is the truth.

“France.”

What? That was months ago. 

“So you were lying to her this whole time?”

“No! I… I mean,” he exhales, unsure how to explain things without sounding like a total asshole, but then again, there’s no version of it where he isn’t one. 

“Things started to feel different when we were there, and even more when we got back here, so I distanced myself from her while I figured things out until I couldn’t keep lying to her anymore so I broke it off,” he says. “And she saw it coming, I guess, because she wasn’t surprised and she just accepted it, told me then that she was going to resign because she’d been staying in the company for me. She said it was up to me what to tell you and I just…. I didn’t know what to do.”

“All this time, things were changing and you didn’t tell me. We were always honest with each other, Jin, that’s why it worked out,” you say, the sadness in your voice, hurting him even more. “You felt safe and comfortable and I told you all that. But this… this is different. This is beyond just the two of us.”

“I know, but I didn’t want to scare you, and I guess I was scared, too. Because I didn’t think you felt the same way, and I was right.”

“Last week then, when we had sex,” you huff. “I asked you what it meant to you, and you said that—”

“That I agreed with you, that we should see where things go.”

“But you already knew where you wanted it to go,” you counter. “Was that so I’d want you, too? Fuck me good so I’d keep wanting it, so you could keep having me that way because you were too much of a coward to tell me what you really felt?”

“I had sex with you because I was in love with you, ___!” He yells this time. “Because I wanted you to feel it, to feel what I felt, to know what it felt like to be loved and pleasured; to wake up next to someone who cares about you, holding you. I was hoping you’d wake up the next morning and feel that things were different for you, that’s why I asked, but you didn’t and I… I knew it was because of Namjoon.”

“Don’t you bring him into this, Jin,” you cry now. “You’re the one who kept this from me, you’re the one who lied about Seri leaving and made me think that something was going on between you and her while we were figuring us out and I… I thought you were the last person to do that.”

He knows your words mean more, so much more.

“___, please, I never meant to hurt you.”

“I knew I didn’t have to worry about us because I thought I knew you enough,” you say, trying to calm your breathing. “I agreed to the marriage under my terms because I had to make sure I wasn’t being manipulated into anything. I said it was okay that you stayed with Seri because I had to make sure you weren’t going to go behind my back or betray me. And for that brief moment when I found out you lied about her, I felt that betrayal again. Just the thought of you being with her this whole time was like a stab in the heart.”

Jin wails your name as he realizes how everything he’s done has led to him hurting you more, when he’d been the one scared this whole time to get his heart completely broken. 

“I couldn’t have you lie to me and that’s why I was always honest,” you continue, “and when we were in France, I told you why, Jin. I told you why it mattered that you didn’t do any of that, that you told me you were gonna come back from Japan. I told you why I stopped caring for love and relationships because I couldn’t get my hopes up and then get hurt again but then you…”

You choke back your tears as you watch him stand there - helpless, unable to say the right words to make the pain stop, unable to comfort you the way he always did, unable to make you feel that love that he thought he could give. 

“You still did and I… I thought only people I loved could break my heart,” you say, heaving as you garner the last bit of strength you have. “You didn’t even wait for me to love you before you could hurt me. But I guess that’s not so bad then, is it?”

You wipe your tears as you continue. “There’s less to lose, less to miss… there’s less of me that would hurt and break because of you.”

You lie to him this time around. It’s terrible. It hurts so fucking much. 

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Freetime Posters - 12 Cuisine Hobby Posters

Happy weekend y'all! This week's hobby is cuisine, which was kind of overwhelming...which is why this is a Sunday upload instead of Saturday. 😅 Swatch, details and download below!

Man, there were SO many directions I could have gone with these. I always plan out the designs I want to make before I start, but this set was tough to whittle down to just a dozen. I think I got a pretty good balance, but I could have done twelve just for beverages alone (because apparently at Maxis, cuisine = drinks 😂).

But anyway, here they are! These are on @linacheries’ delightful 4t2 conversion of Simsza’s National Park Prints (mesh is included), and they feature another 12 designs made with Flaticon elements + lots of Simlish fonts (even more than usual because I also went on a font shopping spree in the midst of these lol). They’re all inspired by locations, items, features and Sims from the game.

Translations:

Top: Lillard Champagne Bottom: Que je ne sais quoi Named for Meredith Lillard, Strangetown bartender (I'm just now learning that Bond & Lillard is a RL bourbon whiskey brand 😂)

Top: an exotic dining experience Bottom: Bernard's Botanical Dining For my favorite Downtown restaurant

Here or Else Groceries For the ominous-sounding Bluewater Village grocery store

A Sip of Tranquility Aspir Tea Named for Pauline Aspir, Desiderata Valley resident and future cuisine enthusiast ;)

Top: You Owen it to yourself Bottom: Owens' Hot Chocolate The obligatory bad pun, named for Warren Owens, cuisine instructor

One-Twenty-Five Cafe For the Downtown cafe

Sue's Secret Kitchen For the cuisine hobby secret lot

Squeezin' It Lemonade Stand Advertisement for the in-game item

Copur Kitchen Cook-Off For the Desiderata Valley cooking contest lot

Schokolade 890 Chocolate Manufacturing Facility Advertisement for the in-game item

Top: Rated 5 Stars! Bottom: Kana Phillips Restaurant Guide I wasn't sure how to illustrate the "write a restaurant guide" aspect of the hobby, so I settled on something along the lines of those plaques you sometimes see in restaurants: Voted Best Whatever of Wherever Whenever...but even vaguer than that so it could be more versatile XD This is named for another cuisine instructor

Top: Royce Professional Cookware Bottom: In any kitchen, the only choice is Royce! I wanted just a general kitchenware advertisement, so here it is...named for Sharlene Royce, yet another cuisine instructor

A numbered swatch is included.

Icons are by Freepik, ToZ Icon, BZZRINCANTATION, Futuer, amethystdesign, Pixelmeetup, dreamicons, Pixel perfect, maswan, juicy_fish, ultimatearm and surang. Much appreciation for their awesome resources, as always!

DOWNLOAD (SFS) Recolors are ~350KB

Lots of love, Spacey

UPDATE: Now that this series is complete, here is a master list of all the posts, plus a single download link for all the posters. All swatches are included, and files are sorted into folders so you can easily keep just what you like:

Tinkering Nature Arts & Crafts Fitness Science Cuisine Sports Games Music & Dance Film & Literature

DOWNLOAD ALL THE POSTERS (SFS) Recolors are ~8.5MB

You can now also get all the designs on BV's Travel Keeper!

[muffinwoozi]

ooh maybe something where wonwoo keeps treating chan out for dinner and slowly he's becoming bigger and more demanding with how much he's getting to eat and wonwoo, being the way he is, is going to completely give into chan's ways but it culminates in him breaking out of his clothes and like pinning wonwoo to a wall with his weight cause he realizes how much they both like it

i've gotta be honest i had no idea how much i liked the concept of being pinned to a wall til i wrote this lol you've awoken something within me

also! this gets ~slightly~ nsfw towards the end. no full-blown smut, but there's a smidge of dirty talk which i hope you're okay with. enjoy! 🩷

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Kabedon

It started out innocently enough, as Valentine’s Day dinners tend to do.

Truthfully, Wonwoo hadn’t taken Chan out to his favourite restaurant with any intention beside wanting to treat his boyfriend to a nice, lavish meal to celebrate their first Valentine’s Day together. It just so happened that for this particular occasion, the restaurant had decided to shelf their typical menu-based service and instead host an all-you-can-eat buffet, which sported increased portion sizes and brand new dishes specially introduced to celebrate the holiday. Hand over heart, Wonwoo had been none the wiser.

Chan loved every second of it. Wonwoo did too, of course, but he hadn’t gone to town on the food the way his boyfriend had. He’d floated between the buffet table and their booth at least five times that evening, his plate coming back fuller and fuller each time. At first, Wonwoo was a little taken aback - Chan was a dancer, a toned, fit dancer who usually watched his diet plan like a hawk. He wasn’t used to seeing him eat so much in one sitting. By the fifth plate, Chan did show some signs of defeat, and by the time the clock struck eight, he was whining for Wonwoo to carry him back to their car, unable to move because his stomach was too tightly packed.

The only thing more unexpected than Chan’s food bender that night was how aroused Wonwoo felt as he watched Chan play with his bloated stomach when they got home. He felt himself grow hard as Chan poked his tummy curiously, admiring its new softness with wide, excited eyes. From there, he’d decided to dip his toes into researching the weird and wonderful world of feedism and weight-related kink, a fascination he’d largely kept to his laptop’s private browser but would soon manifest itself as a palpable, tangible element of their relationship in the real world. Soon enough, they were going out for dinner dates a lot more frequently and, with time, Chan’s obsession with going to the gym and staying slim melted away alongside his fast metabolism. 

It was like a domino effect. Chan’s appetite grew exponentially over the course of a year, which inevitably caused him to pack on the pounds quicker than he could count. When he reached 150, he decided cutting back on dance to focus on trying out all the restaurants their city had to offer was the more beneficial route for him to take. By 200, he’d packed in dance altogether. By 250, he was struggling to find new restaurants within reasonable travelling distance for them to visit. By 300, he’d lost interest in venturing outside the house, instead opting to take advantage of the takeout options all his favourite spots offered. 

Now, Chan’s at a steady 325 and counting, sitting on the couch with his legs spread to make room for his huge belly as he waits for Wonwoo unbox the three pizzas he’d ordered from the small family-owned pizzeria he’d nearly broken a chair at last year. He cradles his growling stomach tenderly as he surfs through the channels on their TV, a supersized packet of Doritos by his side to tide him over until he can truly dig in.

“You wanted three pepperonis, right, babe?” Wonwoo asks from the kitchen island. Funnily enough, Chan is the only one who’s dived head-first into their newfound love of gaining weight; Wonwoo is still as skinny as ever.

“Yeah,” Chan confirms, licking the dust off his fingers and wiping them on his t-shirt. Damn, it’s getting really small. They’re gonna have to go clothes shopping again at some point. “The best kind. Now get your ass over here, I don’t know how much longer I can go without food. I’ll starve, hyung.”

“You literally just finished eating a huge bag of Doritos.”

Chan scoffs and crinkles up the packet in his hammy fist like it’s personally wronged him. “This is barely food!” He argues. “It was just a light snack. I’m waiting for you to feed me the real food. I don’t know what I need more, you or the pizza.”

Wonwoo sighs as he makes his way over to the couch, but he’s smiling nonetheless. Aside from his weight, one of the biggest changes in their relationship that’s occurred in the past year has been the way Chan speaks to him. When they first started dating, Chan wouldn’t even think of ordering his dear hyung around or overly demanding anything from him. He’d pester him and bat his eyelashes coquettishly until Wonwoo would give into his desires, sure, but he would never boss him around or snap his fingers at him. Times have changed, though, and it seems like with every pound Chan gains, the more spoiled he becomes. Wonwoo has grown accustomed to being treated like Chan’s little maid, buying him food and hand-feeding him and touching him whenever he pleases. Thankfully, they’re both incredibly into it.

The evening unfolds like any other, with Wonwoo feeding Chan and giving him the occasional belly rub and Chan demanding he stuff him faster and faster, and oh, would he be a dear and grab him a can of Sprite from the fridge? It’s as Wonwoo is massaging Chan’s huge belly in efforts to relieve some of the pressure that he realises how truly big he’s gotten. It’s no secret that his boyfriend is teetering on the edge of obesity, he knows that, but sometimes he forgets just how large he is. Half an hour ago Chan’s shirt was snug under his belly button, but now, three pizzas and a tub of ice cream later, it’s rode up to cup his moobs perfectly, displaying the expanse of his belly fully. Wonwoo feels his shorts tent at the sight.

“I’m done, hyung,” Chan declares as he licks the spoon clean. He leans back and runs his chubby hands up and down his swollen body, eyes sparkling. “Need you to touch me, now. Need it so bad.”

Wonwoo grins. “I think I can manage that.” He launches himself on top of Chan, cock throbbing against the fabric of his shorts as it presses against Chan’s stomach. Chan moans to the touch and kisses him deeply, wrapping his fat arms around Wonwoo’s itty-bitty waist and pulling him closer. He tastes like cheese and bread and cookie dough, and Wonwoo can’t get enough, can never get enough.

Eventually, Chan pulls back and spreads his legs even wider, slapping the top of his inner thigh with a suggestive wink. Wonwoo’s eyes trail to his crotch, and he sees that beneath his belly, Chan is almost as hard as he is.

“You gonna fill me up, hyung?” Chan asks wistfully.

Wonwoo nods jerkily. “The lube’s in the drawer over by the ornaments. Go be a good boy and get it for me.” When you have a boyfriend who looks like Chan who spends a majority of his time on the couch, you learn to keep your inventory in some unconventional places.

Chan pulls a face at being told what to do, but follows his boyfriend’s command regardless. He builds up momentum by swinging his legs back and forth before hoisting himself up, fat jiggling all over as he waddles over to the drawer to hunt for their favourite watermelon flavoured lube. He bends down with some difficulty to retrieve it, and before Wonwoo can even think of a teasing comment to taunt him with, the hem of Chan’s sweatpants burst wide open, his fat surging forward. 

If Wonwoo wasn’t rock-hard before, he’s sporting a fucking canyon by now.

“Wow, baby,” Wonwoo practically growls. ���I knew those pants were getting a little tight but I didn’t think you’d pop out of them today. Here, you look like you could use some help getting them off.” Chan whimpers as Wonwoo jumps off the couch and pulls his sweatpants off for him, the fabric uncomfortably tight and sweaty around the parts of his legs they’re still clinging to. When they’re finally tossed onto the floorboards, he lets out a huge sigh of relief and reaches out to wrap Wonwoo up in his embrace. It seems as though he’d severely underestimated the sheer mass of his body, though, because instead of smooshing into his boyfriend gently like he plans to, he slams him into the wall, pinning him up against the wallpaper with nothing but his belly.

For a while, it feels like neither of them can breathe.

“Hyung, are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorr-”

“This might just be the hottest thing you’ve ever done to me,” Wonwoo interrupts, eyes wide and glazed over. His whole face is tinged pink, and when Chan attempts to roll off him, Wonwoo seizes two fistfuls of his hips and pulls him right back in. Chan squeaks, half in surprise, half in pleasure.

“You’ve got to do that on purpose sometime,” Wonwoo groans dazedly.

[carogdraws]

I'm introducing you guys to a new FNAF AU I've created recently. I'm not doing comics on the side, this is mostly for fun and they'll stay as doodles and stuff. (If anyone out there really wants to draw out fanart/fancomic or write out a fic with this story, then you're welcome to do so!)

Fox Child AU

The AU is basically what if Michael died as a kid and haunted a version of Foxy which was then modified to a tiny version of the animatronic. Charlie grows up with him, along with her twin brother Sammy. It starts off dark and with darker elements than in Afton's Return, but it's mostly fluff.

More details under the cut for those who want to know more :3

(Tw for child death with a bit of injury detail and trauma, plus abuse)

Story goes that during the court ruling between Clara and William, Michael did not lie to the judge and proved that William was a bad father. The judges decided to let Michael under Clara's care and his two siblings under William's. But the madman was so obsessed to inflict pain onto the young kid that he snuck in one night to stab Michael. The 7 year old died of heavy blood loss and multiple bad injuries, leaving Clara devastated.

Charlie was very saddened by her best friend's death and started to feel more and more reclusive towards everyone else. She stayed within the places she feels comfortable with, including the brand new Freddy's Pizzeria. She talked with the animatronics a lot until she realised that Foxy was crying often. She discovered that Michael, her best friend, was now haunting the robot, and Charlie told her father about it. After he inspects the animatronic, he brought it back to his home and quickly built a replacement Foxy animatronic in the restaurant again. He then upgraded Michael to look like a child version of Foxy.

Charlie and Sammy both livened up Michael's mood and they then all three lived like normal (but traumatized) kids.

At least until 1983... :)

[theflagscene]

So I’ve seen some TwitIdiots on Twitter talk about how OffGun needs to retire from BLs and how they’ve had so many, blah blah blah. So now I’m gonna get technical on their asses, because if there’s one thing I love is being an anal retentive jerk with a technicality. Technically, OffGun has only ever done two BLs in their seven years of working together. I know, I know, just follow me for a moment while I explain -

Puppy Honey (2016)/Puppy Honey 2 (2017) - A basic by the numbers het drama, nothing amazing but not terrible either. Unless you count Krist being in the second one as terrible, which I totally do, but I digress. Not a BL, OffGun played the queer side dish that didn’t technically get together until the second season.

Teenage Mom (2017) - Jokey guest roles as a dentist and a dental assistant in episode 5 that are sleeping together, not a BL.

SOUTS S (2017) - Off plays a barely seen side character, Bright. Gun is an unnamed drunk at Bright’s bar, only seen on the DVD version of the series. The entire interaction is negligible but I thought I’d mark it down anyways.

Our Skyy (2018) - Technically a BL, but not an OffGun helmed series. A mini series featuring an ensemble cast of already established gay ships from other shows, OffGun has one episode as PickRome from Puppy Honey.

Theory of Love (2018) - OffGun’s first real BL, they were the main characters and it was a full blown BL series, complete with special episode follow up in 2020. The special episode is not a separate series, it is all part of the Theory of Love universe.

Love from Outta Space (2019) - Not a series but a twenty minute long commercial for a lipstick. Off plays himself, Gun plays an alien who looks like Gun. Heavily implied that Off loves Gun, which is why the alien took on his appearance. Does not count as a BL or even a series, it is a commercial that was cashing in on the pairings growing popularity at the time.

The Shipper (2020) - Guest roles as a couple outside a restaurant in episode 12, while the series itself is a BL, OffGun were background, blink and you’ll miss them, unnamed guest stars.

I’m Tee, Me Too (2020) - A comedy ensemble ‘bromance’ about the importance of platonic friendship. We all see what you were saying GMMtv and we still shipped the OffGun characters, you can’t teach us shit! But still, it’s not a BL and their characters were not a couple.

Not Me (2021) - OffGun’s second official BL, they were the main characters and it was a full blown series. No special episode as of yet, most likely won’t be one.

Club Sapan Fine 2 (2022) - BL elements, a massive ensemble cast. OffGun’s characters don’t even interact or know of one another, Off’s in episode one and Gun is in episode eight.

Cooking Crush (2023) - OffGun’s third official BL series, they play the main characters and it is a proper BL. Air date as of now is unknown, looks to be your standard rom-com set up.

So as you can see, over seven years and eleven series, they’ve only ever to this date actually headlined two BL series with their third on its way.

Gun had done BL’s before being branded with Off, such as The Blue Hour, Love Love You (he replaced Mild for just this one movie out of the trilogy) and Playboy and the Gang of Cherry. Whereas up until Puppy Honey, Off had never played a gay/bi/questioning character before or done a full blown BL series.

[nicky-if]

Update 6th february

Demo Size: 120k → 134k Changes

Free Roam has been entirely removed. It complicated the game too much and since the feature wasn’t that popular to begin with, I’ve decided to make the game a more traditional CoG experience. There are still some free roam elements (like library, arena challenges, stores etc), but all events will happen regardless.

New Ai Event.

New Jing Guo Event.

Restaurant Management (just the beginning, so kind of raw) (Disabled temporarily, won’t get any money from it)

Stone Gambling

Meeting with He Jun.

Patreon Version is out as well, featuring a brand new mission (155k total).

Changes to the Free Roam probably broke a lot of stuff, so tell me if something seems off.

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Elevate Your Dining Experience: Why Hiring a Professional Restaurant Designer Near Me is Essential

When stepping into a restaurant, patrons expect more than just a meal; they seek an immersive experience that tantalizes all their senses. Behind every unforgettable dining ambiance lies the expertise of a professional restaurant designer. Restaurant design is not merely about choosing furniture and colors; it's about creating a cohesive environment that reflects the brand identity, enhances the dining experience, and fosters customer satisfaction. In this article, we delve into the significance of hiring a professional restaurant designer near you and how their expertise can elevate your establishment to new heights.

Crafting a Unique Identity: A professional restaurant designer possesses the keen ability to translate the essence of a culinary concept into a physical space. Whether it's a cozy bistro, a chic café, or a fine dining establishment, the design should convey the restaurant's personality and story. From selecting the appropriate theme and architectural style to incorporating bespoke décor elements, every aspect contributes to creating a memorable identity that sets the restaurant apart from its competitors.

Maximizing Space Efficiency: Space optimization is crucial in restaurant design, especially in urban areas where real estate comes at a premium. A professional designer can make the most out of limited square footage by strategically planning layouts, seating arrangements, and traffic flow. By balancing aesthetics with functionality, they ensure that every corner of the restaurant is utilized effectively without compromising comfort or ambiance.

Creating an Inviting Atmosphere: The ambiance of a restaurant significantly influences the overall dining experience. Lighting, color schemes, textures, and acoustics all play a pivotal role in shaping the atmosphere. A professional designer possesses the expertise to orchestrate these elements harmoniously, whether it's designing intimate lighting for romantic dinners or implementing vibrant colors to energize a casual dining space. By creating a welcoming ambiance, diners are more likely to linger, return, and recommend the restaurant to others.

Enhancing Ergonomics and Comfort: Comfortable seating and ergonomic design are essential factors that contribute to customer satisfaction and retention. A professional restaurant designer understands the importance of selecting ergonomic furniture that provides adequate support and comfort for diners of all ages. Additionally, they consider factors such as table height, spacing between tables, and accessibility for patrons with disabilities to ensure a seamless dining experience for everyone.

Seamless Integration of Technology: In today's digital age, technology has become an integral part of the dining experience. From online reservations and digital menus to interactive displays and ambient music systems, technology can enhance convenience and engagement for both patrons and staff. A professional designer can seamlessly integrate technology into the restaurant's design, ensuring that it enhances rather than detracts from the overall ambiance and guest experience.

Navigating Regulatory Compliance: Restaurant design must adhere to various regulatory requirements and building codes to ensure the safety and well-being of patrons and staff. From health and safety standards to accessibility guidelines, navigating regulatory compliance can be daunting for restaurant owners. By hiring a professional designer who is well-versed in local regulations, owners can avoid costly mistakes and ensure that their establishment meets all legal requirements.

In the competitive landscape of the restaurant industry, attention to detail and exceptional design can make all the difference between success and mediocrity. Hiring a professional restaurant designer near me is not just an investment in aesthetics; it's an investment in the overall guest experience, brand identity, and long-term profitability of your establishment. From crafting a unique identity and maximizing space efficiency to creating an inviting atmosphere and enhancing comfort, the expertise of a professional designer can transform your vision into a reality that leaves a lasting impression on diners. So, the next time you embark on a restaurant venture, remember the importance of partnering with a design professional who can elevate your dining experience to new heights.