#podcasts enjoyers please help!

[syntia13treeman]

It's past 2 o'clock in the morning and I'm desperately seeking that one post that listed like, seven different eye-themed podcasts, somehow each differently colour-coded.

There was purple for Night Vale, green for TMA, yellow for Malevolent, and I don't remember the rest and must know for very important reasons (which may or may not be related to gift-giving to a podcast-consuming friend).

[sarah-kings]

There is two types of content enjoyers when they enter a new fandom:

The type who just is there for the plot, makes some theories here and there and has a good time making head canons and gathering a general knowledge about the lore

The type that has a pin board filled with messy notes and looks like a crazy conspiracy theorist, trying to drag friends into the fandom so they have someone to talk to about all their theories they have made

Usually I'm quite normal when joining a new fandom, but "The Magnus Archives"?

They are tempting me very much to buy the largest pin board I can find and to have at it, because if there is one thing I love more about a story than anything it's puzzling all the little clues together to get the bigger picture

[poppyberry]

Everybody NEEDS to listen to the new Wild Life retrospective on Imp and Skizz's podcast. They got Grian called in and they give so many cool insights into the series (and honestly say so many things I think people need to hear)

Highlights for me:

Grian designed each wild card to be weaponized and wanted everyone to take advantage of them. He goes over each individually and all the thought he put into them and all the work the backend team put into their execution. He's rightfully really proud of them. Him gushing about Trivia Bot and how excited he was to show his friends the "coolest snail ever" is particularly sweet.

Skizz says discovering each wild card was a LOT of fun. He says something like "I can't believe as an adult I get to have so much fun." Impulse is really impressed with the execution of each, citing stuff like making it rain when the time one activated and the passive mobs spawning in before being replaced, and how the little details like that built excitement and tension.

Grian says how he understands that some viewers maybe just want more seasons of the essentially the same series, ie six seasons of just Third Life, but it's more important to him that the Lifers get to experience something new and fresh. He also doesn't like comparing each series, preferring to consider each one as its own thing.

Impulse can't wait to do another Life series, Skizz is equally excited but tries to hold discussion about it back since he doesn't want anyone pressuring Grian, who is palpably burned out. Like, you can hear how tired this man is. Grian says there will probably be more series since everyone is still enjoying it, but he's not trying to outdo himself and not to expect him to keep escalating.

Skizz always tries to do something new each season yet feels like he always falls back into the same habits and dynamics, but not this time: he feels like he got to explore a new dynamic with the Spanners and had a blast doing it. He and Grian gush about how much fun they had with their "big brother trying to keep his little brothers alive" routine.

They have a grand time making fun of Impulse and his "Sweats". Impulse is unabashedly still hungry to win a series.

Impulse didn't want to kill zombie Skizz, because of the five minute cooldown, but Skizz makes clear that he was really happy with being a zombie, even if there was a lot of doing nothing in between summons. He says it means a lot to him that he got to help with the burden of facilitating the series, even just a little bit.

Grian gives good insight into his personal life strategy: he does some things to deliberately test his relationship with other players. Standing in the Danger Zone was a trust exercise, testing Jimmy and Scar. Jimmy and Scar failed.

Despite Scar failing the trust exercise, Grian heard the disappointment in Scar's voice about the Snail Bot thing and immediately caved, but he's really happy that it led them to in-canon reconciling and becoming strong allies again.

Grian's favorite moment was making Jimmy pay for the failed trust exercise by blowing up the bunker, particularly pleased with his one liner of "it was always gonna be like this". He says Wild Life as a whole has been the most enjoyable series for him, even though he didn't get to have as much fun as the other players due to knowing all the wild cards.

All three of them gush over the scene of everybody failing to kill Joel as he teleports around, laughing about how it was straight out of a movie or an anime. Impulse feels like Joel took his superpower to a new level, but Grian reminds him the he didn't have an army chasing him around trying to kill him. They're all super impressed with how the finale turned out.

Some of the powers were assigned (Cleo, BigB, BDubs, Scar, Lizzie), some were random (Impulse, Martyn). Some were based on players' names, others on their personal narratives, but coming up with ~16 different powers without including any that would just be exploited for cheap instakills was really difficult, which is why there were so many espionage ones. Hilariously, Grian was hoping Scar would accidentally kill Jimmy by punching him off a cliff because of their ritual of trying punching in the earlier episodes. He also gave Scar that power because he knew Scar wouldn't feel bad about killing people with it.

Grian chose to give himself the mimic so he could show people how their powers worked if he needed to, and so that it wasn't given to somebody else who'd have to spend the whole session figuring out the mechanics of 15 separate superpowers and potentially dying because of it. And because he thinks its the coolest one and he wanted it (lol)

All around there's tons of fun details and stuff in this episode of the podcast and absolutely everybody should listen to it all the way through.

[000-pawz]

drunk in love (bnd legal line) ˚ · .

bnd when they're drunk/when you're drunk , bnd x fem!reader , legal line reactions/headcanons , fluff , some suggestive sprinkles here and there , established relationship

more under the cut!

a/n: thank you for the request anonie! <3 this was so fun to write

sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ if you call sungho while you're drunk at a friend's house, he'll be there in record time! he's not letting you go home alone or with someone else. he's going to make sure that you get home safe himself

𐙚₊˚ sungho is the best drunk sitter ever </3 he's making sure you are consistently drinking water throughout the night, getting food into your stomach the whole time (and rewarding you with kisses along the way!), and making sure you don't fall off of a roof or something

𐙚₊˚ at parties, he watches your cup the entire time, placing his hand over the top when you lean in to hug a friend, holding it for you while you go to the bathroom and everything!!! like he does not play about your safety at all

𐙚₊˚ if you start to get a little too out of hand, he knows it's time to take you home </3 and if you complain and pout about it, he'll just sigh and try to give you an incentive to cooperate like getting to steal all of his hoodies for a month (and of course, you give in!)

𐙚₊˚ throws you over his shoulder and carries you away when it's time to go and you're too drunk to walk >< pats your butt when you tell him to put you down lol

𐙚₊˚ helps you change into one of his big t-shirts and spoons you to sleep, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head, whispering 'i love yous' into your ear until you fall asleep <3

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ i see sungho as someone with a pretty high tolerance, so it may take him a few drinks to start visibly showing that he's drunk

𐙚₊˚ the first sign would be how he laughs at everything. full on belly laughs, slapping his knee, falling over and it'll simply be because someone pronounced a word wrong or something >< like that is ijbol king

𐙚₊˚ sungho is an extrovert, yes, but he becomes the extrovert's final boss when he's drunk. he pretty much carries the conversation, but he probably is a little volume deaf too, like he gets really loud and hyper (at least he's cute though)

𐙚₊˚ he doesn't really get emotional, but his emotions are more raw for sure!! he might end up in an argument with someone at some point in the night if he's left alone for too long, so please keep an eye on him!!!

𐙚₊˚ he'll probably want to kiss you a lot. like even more than usual, and that's saying something. you'll be talking with a friend and he'll come up from behind you and slip an arm around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek and then he disappears again >< or if you two are just drinking alone, he'll peck your lips literally while you are in the middle of a sentence :C his impulse control is nonexistent when he's drunk like partner pretty so he kiss! it's that simple!

𐙚₊˚ getting home with sungho would be a personal podcast in your ear... he's going to be talking the entire time with exaggerated gestures, recapping his entire lift story because his filter completely disappears when he's drunk!!! and getting him to sleep is even harder </3 he'll be silent for a few minutes before asking you yet another question, so you have to kiss his lips and shush him to sedate him <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ loves when you're all over him <3 sitting in his lap as you laugh with friends, kissing him all over his face, running your fingers through his hair... it makes him so happy

𐙚₊˚ will gladly take pictures of you if you ask! pretends to be your paparazzi like "miss y/n!!! over here!!!" before snapping a picture all dramatically while you pose like you're on the front cover of vogue <3 just silly and fun

𐙚₊˚ if you're under the influence, he'll want to make sure you have the most carefree, stress-free, most enjoyable experience possible! he'll compliment you the whole night so you never forget how pretty you are, makes sure you don't go past your limit, and piggybacks you while holding your heels <3

𐙚₊˚ smiles at you so fondly when you drunkenly ramble to him <3 he gives you the most cartoonish reactions to everything you're saying, and when you realize he's not actually listening and just admiring how cute you are, he just laughs softly and kisses you, urging you to continue

𐙚₊˚ feeds you throughout the night so you don't feel too sick in the morning!! as soon as you take a break from talking, he's putting a cracker in your mouth and telling you to chew lol

𐙚₊˚ very gentle when he lets you know it's time to go home, waiting patiently for you to finish saying goodbye to all your friends (even if it's the entire room of people) <3 after you surprise him with another kiss attack as soon as you step foot inside the home, he manages to get you into bed, removing your makeup for you once you're asleep, treating you like you're a piece of glass </3 he loves you sm

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ riwoo brings sweetheart energy to the function like <3 he's not that talkative when he's tipsy, choosing to just observe the scene with a smile on his face. you'll probably have to pull him up out of his seat to get him to mingle lol

𐙚₊˚ as soon as he hits the dance floor though, it's sooooo over!!! his hands will be on your hips as you guys dance, laughing into your ear, hyping you up as you break it down like!!! he'll be really touchy too, holding you from behind as he whispers into your ear, grinding into you from behind just to tease ><

𐙚₊˚ he'll probably eat a lot before drinking so he doesn't get too drunk, but it honestly never works </3 thankfully, he's able to stay pretty level-headed when he's drunk, so you never have to worry too much

𐙚₊˚ when he's drunk drunk, riwoo probably slurs his words a lot, and gets really giggly, and really corny. he'll crack the worst joke you've ever heard and then laugh at it because he thought it was the funniest thing ever (and please indulge him </3 he's too cute to not fake laugh at his jokes)

𐙚₊˚ i see him as the type to turn into jell-o when he gets really drunk. like he'll be leaning on you the entire time because if you let go, he's going straight to the floor. getting him to bed would be an entire workout because he just goes limp randomly and trips on air every three seconds pls

𐙚₊˚ riwoo definitely likes to be babied when he's drunk ^___^ he'll be giggling the entire time as you help him get his shoes off and change into more comfortable clothes like "riwoo, lift your arms up!" and he's doing it with the widest smile on his face (and if you tell him about it when he's sober, he'll be soooo embarrassed </3)

jaehyun ˚ ⋆｡˚

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun is probably half-concerned/half-entertained the entire time </3 he's laughing whenever you stumble over your own feet, but his hands are quick to steady you to make sure you don't hurt yourself!!!

𐙚₊˚ records you with a big smile on his face when you're dancing on tables, cheering you on the entire time. but if your skirt starts riding up, he's quick to grab you down with his hands around your waist before helping you pull your skirt down <3

𐙚₊˚ taps his cheek whenever he wants a kiss because he knows that you love to kiss him when you're drunk </3 it becomes a game between the two of you during the night, where he taps his cheek randomly and you stop whatever you're doing to kiss him lol

𐙚₊˚ indulges you in all of your drunken activities! if you want to race him down the road barefoot, he's right there with you, his shoes tossed off to the side at the ready mark. or if you want to see who can do the most cartwheels, he wraps his jacket around your waist before the competition starts and then shows off that he can do more than you!

𐙚₊˚ if you're reaching your limit, he gently takes your cup from your hands with a little "alright, that's enough for you" and if you whine, he kisses your nose and goes "how about some water instead, hm?" and you reluctantly agree because he's just so sweet

𐙚₊˚ he's so subtle with the way he cares for you, you barely even notice what's going on. you're too busy having the time of your life to realize that jaehyun has already gotten you home, washed up and changed as you talk his ear off in your drunken haze >< he responds to everything while multi-tasking, making sure you get tucked in on your side just in case before you drift off <3

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun clingy drunk agenda! he'll always want to have his hands on you in some way, whether it be hugging you from behind, holding your hand, or resting his head on your shoulder!

𐙚₊˚ probably needs to be bodyguarded when he first starts drinking. please do not dare him to do anything because he will do it. and he will prove that he can do it better than anyone has ever seen.

𐙚₊˚ although his energy is usually always at 100%, i think he mellows out a bit when he's really drunk. at first, when he's simply tipsy, he's the life of the party! cracking jokes with everyone, sparking up a conversation with anyone in his vicinity, even he's dancing on tables lol but once he gets really drunk, he gets a little quieter and sticks to your side!! (that's when you know it's time to take him home)

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun can get pretty emotional when he's drunk too. he could probably cry just from thinking about how much he loves you!! you won't even notice that he started to cry until he's sniffling, dabbing at his eyes :< and if you ask him what's wrong, he'll just be like "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." and you're just like ???<3???<3??? because it'll come out of nowhere lol

𐙚₊˚ if you aren't with him at a party or something, he'll probably text you the entire time. just like paragraphs of how much he misses you, and how he loves you so so so so much, and he'll even send you cute drunk selfies so you know he is safe and having a good time!

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun can get very very needy when he's drunk! you could be chilling at home when he comes back from a friend's house and he'll be all over you, nuzzling his nose into your neck, kissing your shoulder, subtly trying to rub against your leg because he forgets to use his words :<

˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ #1 instigator. he thinks that you are so funny when you're drunk >< how you'll do and say literally anything without a second thought and he encourages it even. it's cute to him

𐙚₊˚ like if you get into a rap battle with a random busker on the street, he's throwing imaginary money and tossing in random adlibs like he's a soundcloud rapper girlfriend lol

𐙚₊˚ always has an arm over your shoulder, holding you close to his side because you look so good and he doesn't want anyone to think you are single and try to hit on you! keeps you close to him at all times

𐙚₊˚ nothing really fazes him and he's good at keeping calm. like if you start to throw up, he'll simply hold your hair out of your face and rub your back softly before cleaning you up with a tiny smile. or if you suddenly burst out into tears, he's cooing at you, wiping your cheeks with his thumb, placing kissing on your nose <3

𐙚₊˚ but if you're blackout drunk, way past your limit, he gets really serious >< he'll sit you on the kitchen counter and make sure you drink a bunch of water, his eyes on you like a hawk. he'll rub your knee comfortingly to keep you present, praising you every few seconds for doing so well for him

𐙚₊˚ he'll tease you so much once you're sober, recounting all of the crazy things you did while you were drunk >< and when you start to get embarrassed, he wraps you up in his arms and reassures you that you are still cute to him no matter what <3

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ yapper. like. he's going to be talking soooo much!!! just about anything and everything, stumbling and slurring over his words as he recounts how he saw a squirrel earlier that day or something. shares wayyyy too many tmis too

𐙚₊˚ he definitely loosens up more when he's drunk. his composure and attention span goes straight out the window. he's usually pretty composed when he's sober for the most part, but as soon as he gets a few drinks in his system, something in him flips like a switch

𐙚₊˚ please do not let him pick up the karaoke mic oh my... he's going to attempt to have a rap battle with you or try to belt out the highest notes possible. he'll put on an entire show for your whole friend group!!! he might even join in on drinking games and stuff

𐙚₊˚ wanders off easily, so please can an eye on him!! he'll get distracted by every single thing, his feet carrying him away without a second thought >< you might even lose him for an hour, and then find him sitting in the kitchen eating a bag of chips with someone's hat on and a mustache drawn on his face

𐙚₊˚ taesan can get pretty pouty when he's drunk too. especiallyyyy if you're not giving him as much attention as he wants! you could be laughing with some friends and taesan will be sitting next to you with his arms crossed and the biggest kitty pout on his face ever because? why aren't you laughing with him!!!! (pls give him lots of kisses to make up for it!!!)

𐙚₊˚ he definitely has a habit of denying that he's drunk. he'll try to dismiss your help to get him home, or refuse to drink water, and claim that he can do everything by himself. he'll literally be tripping over his own feet as you try to help him into his bed and he'll be like "nooo i'm not drunk! i swear!" and then as soon as he hits the pillow, he's out like a light

leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ follows you around like a guard dog the entire night! he knows that you like to run off and do reckless stuff when you get drunk, so he's keeping his eye on you

𐙚₊˚ makes all of your drinks himself and never lets you drink out of the punch bowl <3 you like to joke that he's your personal bartender and he takes the title with pride

𐙚₊˚ if you get really drunk and start getting emotional, he's quick to comfort you, even if you won't remember anything he said in the morning. he's cupping your cheeks, kissing your lips and telling you how much he loves you!!! he thinks it's so adorable when you start crying because of how much you love him, and he reminds you that he isn't going anywhere, ever <3

𐙚₊˚ super gentle with you when helping you wind down for the night!!! he'll remove your make up and help you brush your teeth with a quiet "say ahhh", smiling softly because you are just so cute and he's so in love

𐙚₊˚ lets you space out and stare at his fish tank while he makes you food to eat before you go to sleep so you can get something in your stomach! goes to the other side of the tank and makes a funny face through the glass just to see you giggle

𐙚₊˚ already has hangover medicine ready on your side table with water and snacks if you wake up and need something!!! please thank him a bunch in the morning for how well he took care of you <33

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ second highest tolerance i think! he definitely gets drunk quicker than sungho, but it still takes him a bit!!! mostly because no one can tell if he's actually drunk or not with the way he's able to keep his composure

𐙚₊˚ i don't see him as the type to chug a bunch of drinks immediately, probably only nursing one drink for a long time. he knows his limits, and tries to stick to them because he hates being hungover the next day!!! he has to feel good so he can take care of you instead <3

𐙚₊˚ he gets sooo flirty, it's unreal. he'll literally try to talk you up even though you guys are already together!! he'll comment on how good you look, his hand rubbing your thigh, leaning in to whisper into your ear and kiss your neck ><

𐙚₊˚ he gets really soft toward the end of the night, his head resting on your shoulder as he spaces out </3 he'll probably play with your fingers while you converse with your friends, laughing quietly every now and then, but his mind is on an entirely different planet. it's okay though because he knows you'll look after him!!!

𐙚₊˚ gets pretty defiant when he's had one too many drinks lol >< like if you tell him it's time to go home, he'll plant his feet into the ground so you physically cannot drag him away with a teasing look on his face. he might even just take a seat on the floor and look up at you with big puppy dogs eyes because he doesn't want to go yet!

𐙚₊˚ he sobers up pretty quickly and is usually fine by the time you guys get home!!! he'd probably want to shower together before cuddling up to you like a big teddy bear, usually asleep within a minutes, surrounded by your warmth <3

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[hyunfilms]

love like this (han jisung) | one shot.

—summary: four years down with your boyfriend and still, no one else compares.

—pairing: bf!han jisung x f. reader

—genre: established relationship au | fluff

—word count: 2.0k

—warnings: nothing really; some cussing, lots of affection, kisses, mentions of alcohol and some alcohol consumption, music festival setting!

—on rotation: top tier - sunkis

—a/n: happiest of birthdays to my bestfriend @pearbunny! i know you've been missing jisung & the boys tough since lolla, so i hope this can bring you some comfort. forgive me if there's any mistakes - i literally whipped this up in the last hour lolol i love you!!! 🤍

“Baby, please don’t worry.” Jisung looks at you with his big doe-eyes, hands cupping your cheeks and giving them a soft playful squeeze. “We’re gonna have fun for your birthday, okay? No more stressing.” He runs his finger down your pout teasingly. “No more of this.”

“Fine.” You continue to look up at him with those pretty eyes, your body slowly relaxing in his hold. To be honest, you didn’t really know why you were throwing a fit— you were just worried about Jisung spending loads of money to take you to the music festival you had been wanting to go to as a birthday present. He wanted to do this, though. He wanted to go with you and have fun together, knowing you had been pretty stressed and mentally drained from work. He just wanted to see you smile, he just wanted to hold you and vibe together to music you both enjoyed, he just wanted you happy.

“I love you?” He says in a sing-song voice as he smiles, kissing the tip of your nose before planting one on your forehead. 

“I love you, too.” You playfully roll your eyes and finish packing your last minute things before vacation-proofing the apartment and catching an uber bright and early to the train station. 

The best thing about traveling with Jisung is him, himself. He’s the best partner in crime and always makes things 10x more enjoyable than it already is. The festival was on the outskirts of town, around a 2-hr train ride over. It doesn’t feel like it when you’re with your man, though— time always feels endless in the most perfect way, even after the 4 years you had been dating. 

You’ve never known a love like this.

On the train, you and Jisung share your pair of wired headphones to listen to Rotten Mango’s new true crime podcast episode. Jisung pauses every few minutes to discuss and debrief, barely leaving you guys time to start a new episode. He makes you laugh, especially when he makes those faces as the details of the case progress. You cling onto his arm and giggle onto his shoulder listening to his commentary and thought process and you swear, you could listen to him talk all day. You could listen to his little laughs, you could listen to the way he elaborates his thought process. You can’t help but lace your fingers with his tightly, placing a gentle kiss onto his neck, his jaw, just as the train is pulling up to your stop. Jisung holds onto your hand as he grabs your bags and hauls it out, expertly weaving through the wave of people exiting the train at the same stop. He doesn’t let you lift a finger and makes sure you’re taken care of well throughout every step of the way.

The airbnb Jisung rented is about 10 minutes away from where the festival is set to take place. It’s cute, it’s quaint, it’s perfect for the two of you. It’s a tiny in-law studio beneath a lovely house, the both of you having to walk through the side and through its sliding door to access the unit. The first thing you see when walking in is the bed neatly made in a thick, fluffy sage-colored duvet cover, with about 8 pillows [four big ones, four smaller ones for decoration] pressed against the headboard. Off to the right is the small living room and kitchen area— a couch and a coffee table in front of the 55’ inch flat screen TV. Down the hall would be the bathroom and a coat closet. The first day [or evening] of the festival was starting in a few hours, and Jisung knew you needed time to get ready. He presses repeated kisses to your lips just as you unpack and start getting ready in the bathroom, plopping onto the couch to order some delivery food you two could munch on before heading out.

“Baby!” 

“Yeah?” You respond as you continue to do your makeup in your tanktop and pajama shorts.

“The chicken is coming in like.. 15 minutes!” 

“Yay, okay!” All of a sudden, you hear Jisung’s feet padding over to the bathroom. He has music playing on the bluetooth speakers in the studio, softly of course, not to disturb the tenants upstairs. He leans against the door frame and has a huge smirk on his face, watching as you blend your eyeshadow on one eye.

“So hot.”

“I’m not even done with my makeup yet, babe.” You giggle.

“You don’t even need it, pretty girl.” He throws his hands up in defeat. “But, I know, I know. It completes the fit.” 

“You really do listen to me, don’t you?” You turn to face him with a small pout and he chuckles.

“Of course. I love the colors.” He leans to the side to get a better look at your eyes.

“Wanna pick my blush and lipstick?”

“Hm.” His finger rubs against his chin while he looks through your makeup laid out all over the place on the bathroom counter. He lifts a few options against your face, squinting to see his vision and which would fit best for it. “This.” He places the blush down in front of you. “And this.” He places the glittery translucent lip gloss next to it. “Pretty.”

“Thank you, babe.” You look up at him with the cutest smile, and he can’t help but peck the tip of your nose in a quick fashion.

“Can I do the blush and lip gloss for you?” He looks at you curiously, watching as you finish blending your other eye.

“Sure! I’m doing my lip gloss after we eat, though.”

“Good idea.”

“Here.” You hand him the blush and the proper brush, giving him some tips as he dabs the brush into the palette. He presses it light against your cheek, swiping it in the upwards motion that you keep mentioning. He swirls it around until the blush is blended well enough before moving onto the next cheek— taking a bit to the point of your nose. Then, he suggests [yells, almost] dabbing some glitter on the highest points of your cheeks just as he runs to meet the delivery driver outside. You take his suggestion, giggling as you complete your makeup look and throw on your outfit. Jisung sets the chicken out on the small kitchen counter, picking at a few pieces before he heads into the bathroom to get ready.

After another hour or so of eating, pre-gaming and adding last minute touches, you and Jisung finally head out to the festival. He’s sporting some black cargos with a black and lime green graphic tee, a distressed black denim vest with chains hanging off of its pockets. Your outfit is similar; black cargos that accentuate your curves and a lime green tube top under a black mesh shirt. While in the uber, Jisung holds up his promise of dabbing the lip gloss on your lips before snapping a few candid photos. You try to swat the phone away, causing him to laugh because in the end, he still manages to capture the best photos of you. 

Ones he’ll use as his wallpaper. Your contact photo. His home screen.

Everything about you, cause he’s never known a love like this.

When you arrive, the uber is having to drop you off a ways away from the main entrance gates and security due to the traffic. Jisung hands the driver a hefty cash tip before sliding out and grabbing your hand, leading the way to the gates. There’s a shit ton of people that are still making their way over and it slightly gives you anxiety having to be in such a crowded, chaotic space. You wait in line to enter, Jisung coming to the rescue by lazily wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“We’re almost inside, love.” He says against your head, pressing chaste kisses to help calm you down. You relax in his hold, especially when people are pushing and shoving— doing everything that they can to rush inside. It takes close to 20 minutes before you’re finally passing security and scanning your mobile tickets. Despite the line chaos, you’re incredibly happy you’re here. Reality settles once you and Jisung take a few photos together, your man telling you how to pose for all your solo shots. He laces his hand with yours, kissing the surface as he smiles down at you in pure adoration while you skip around and start bouncing to the beat of the music. You both approach a booth to buy some cocktails to sip on, Jisung buying the both of you strawberry margaritas [on the rocks] before you finally dance over towards the main stage. He lets go of your hand when you start vibing with the margarita in one hand, loudly singing along to the song that’s being performed. Jisung joins along, the both of you in your own little world— as if it ain’t nothin’ but the two of you and no one else. The sun is getting ready to set below the horizon; deep orange in hues, filing the skies with layers of pinks, purples. The stage lights are bright, jumbo screens focusing on the performers and the crowd vibing along. There’s a breeze that feels good against your skin as you continue to dance along; the setting being more than picture perfect.

“Oy!” Chan yells, surprising you from behind. You scream, almost dropping your margarita when you come face to face with your entire group of friends.

“What the fuck! Are you doing! Here!” You turn to look at Jisung, tears welling at your bottom lids. He can’t help but laugh, pulling you flush against him when he tries to wipe the stray tears that manage to escape. “Did you do this?” You pout.

“Baby.” He laughs. “Why are you crying? You know I had to get our friends out here for your birthday.”

“Don’t cry! Did you really think we’d miss out on your birthday weekend?” 

“Yes.” You respond with a small cry. Changbin laughs, him and the rest of your friends pulling you into big hugs and greeting you happy birthday into your ear. It takes a few minutes for you to stop crying because even though you hadn’t expected this to happen, you were beyond happy it did. Jisung knew how much your friends meant to you and how much you wanted to celebrate with them. It took a month of planning, bickering in a secret group chat and numerous phone calls to make sure everyone was on the same page before the festival came around.

You had no idea.

All Jisung wanted for you was to feel loved and celebrated, just as you deserved to be. Every day, every hour, every minute.

At this point, the sun has fully set and the next headliner has made their way to the stage. It gets hyped for the first half, you and your friends loudly singing and bouncing along. Jisung pulls you against him, giving you the opportunity to dance up on him while he keeps up with the rhythm. You and your friends are all vibing along, having fun— all with big smiles and loud, hearty laughs. When the second half of the set comes, it’s at a much slower-pace than the beginning, allowing Jisung to hold you from behind and sway along with you from side to side. 

“I love you.” He says against your temple as you hold onto him, smiling when you feel his lips press a sweet, feathery kiss to the surface. 

“I love you too, Jisung.” You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You tippy-toe to kiss him on the lips, his hands giving your sides a good squeeze. When you pull away, he’s quick to chase after your lips— deepening the kiss with no concern for anyone, anything, else. Because as far as he’s concerned, you’re the only thing that matters and vice versa.

“I love you so much, pretty. I hope you enjoy your birthday this weekend.”

“Thank you. For everything, Ji.” He smiles before kissing you once more. You turn back around to watch the performer on stage, singing and swaying along in Jisung’s arms.

“I got you, baby. ‘Til the end.”

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arthur frederick and the new producer: chapter 4 ₊˚⊹♡

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after lara leaves bach and arthur’s podcast, you become her replacement. after discovering that arthur hates change, it takes a lot for him to warm up to you and become friends. it also takes a lot for him to admit how he truly feels about you.

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You’re sitting at the producer desk, preparing everything for the next podcast recording. The studio is a bit quieter today, with fewer people moving around, and you take advantage of the calm to double-check the equipment. You’ve got everything in place, microphones, and the cameras all ready and positioned correctly.

As you’re plugging in your laptop, your knees up to chest, comfortable in your seat you feel a presence beside you. You glance over your shoulder and see Arthur standing there, watching you quietly, a drink in either hand as he observes what you’re doing. You almost feel a little self-conscious under his gaze, but then he speaks, his tone a bit more relaxed than usual.

“I like your changes, by the way,” Arthur says, his voice low but clear. “We’ve got a lot more views on our recent posts. You’ve definitely made a difference.”

You blink, surprised by the compliment. A bit confused why he’s just holding the drink he promised you instead of passing it to you. But it’s the first time he’s acknowledged something you’ve done in such a direct way, and you can’t help but feel like something has changed between you. You quickly nod, trying to keep your cool.

“Oh, thanks. I’ve been trying to change things a bit,” you say, not really sure how to respond, but feeling grateful nonetheless. “I think the changes are helping with engagement.”

Arthur nods, though his expression pleased, smiling while looking at you, but still it feels like he’s holding back more than he’s saying. “That’s okay. It’s really working,” he adds, his tone a little more distant, as if he’s unhappy that he’s caught himself smiling at you, unsure what else to add. “Oh and here’s your drink, a thank you and an apology for making you feel like I didn’t care about you. I do.”

You grin, as you watch him place your drink next to your setup, trying not to let his change in behaviour and awkwardness throw you off. “I’m glad to hear that,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. “This is just like the one from when we went out!”

Arthur glances down at the equipment you’ve been setting up, but his gaze drifts back to you. It’s a brief moment, but you can sense an enjoyable change between you, it feels like Arthur is really warming up to you, you feel like friends now.

“It’s from the same shop,” he says, before stepping back to leave you space. “I promised you the same one. We’re ready to go when you are.”

The same shop? You thought to yourself, but that’s almost 15 minutes in the opposite direction to the studio from your flat. It’s 9am, how early did he wake up for you. You watch him walk away, feeling so much more comfortable around him now, but your horrible brain continues to force you to think if this is just him trying to ‘get on your good side’ and not him feeling genuinely comfortable around you too.

You focus on getting everything ready for the recording, but Arthur’s words linger with you, a quiet reassurance that, maybe, he was right and that you’re friends.

The recording wraps up smoothly, and you double-check everything, ensuring the audio files are saved and that everything is turned off properly. Isaac says his goodbyes, heading out with a quick wave and a casual “See you next time!” leaving you alone with Arthur.

You gather your things, shoving them into your bag, when Arthur steps closer. He clears his throat before speaking, something’s definitely different today.

“Hey, I was wondering… do you mind if I walk you home?” Arthur asks, his voice a little more nervous than usual.

You pause for a moment, surprised by the offer. You’ve still haven’t really spent time with Arthur outside of the podcast, only that date you had, well not date but little meet up, and even after all the new found compliments and kindness, you didn’t expect him to ask.

“Sure,” you say, nodding. “I don’t mind.”

Arthur gives a small nod in return, almost like he’s relieved, and you both head toward the exit. The walk is a little awkward at first, the kind of silence that fills space between two people still getting to know each other. But after a few minutes, as you walk through the quiet streets, Arthur glances at you.

“So… when are you free again?” he asks, meeting your eyes for what felt like genuinely hours “I kind of liked our date the other day. I think I’d like to get to know you better.”

You blink, caught off guard by the question. You hadn’t really expected him to bring it up again so soon, let alone labelled as a date, but hearing it from him, makes your heart beat a little faster.

“Oh,” you say, trying to keep it together, not wanting to sound too eager. “I’m free this weekend, I think. Maybe we could grab a coffee again or something?”

Arthur nods, a genuine smile plastered on his face, the whites of his eyes almost disappearing. “Sounds good. Let me know when. I actually meant what I said earlier, about getting to know you better. It’s not just… about work, you know?”

You feel a flicker of warmth, but you also don’t want to read too much into it. You’re still figuring him out.

“Me too” you say, keeping your tone light. “I’d like that.”

Arthur nods again, a little more relaxed than he was when you first started walking. “Good,” he says, his voice softer than usual. “It’s been nice, not just… talking about work for once.”

You can’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, Arthur really wants to be friends, even if it’s just a little bit. You both continue walking in silence for a while, but this time it’s not uncomfortable. The tension you’d both carried before seems to have eased.

By the time you reach your flat, you feel like the evening has been more than just a walk. Maybe it’s a start to something new. Maybe it’s just one more step toward understanding each other better.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you say as you stop in front of your building.

“No problem,” Arthur responds with a small smile. “I’ll text you about the weekend.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you reply, giving him a small smile back.

You watch as he turns to leave, your thoughts swirling. You weren’t sure what exactly was happening between you two, but whatever it was, it felt like the distance was starting to close, like maybe the walls he’d built were beginning to come down.

You step into your flat, tossing your bag onto the sofa, you’re halfway out of your coat when your phone buzzes in your pocket. Pulling it out, you glance at the screen. Arthur. It’s always Arthur these past days.

Arthur: When are you free this weekend?

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. He’s quick, you think, sitting down and tugging off your boots. Still, there’s something gratifying about him messaging first. You settle onto the sofa, phone in hand.

You: I think Saturday works for me. What about you?

He replies almost immediately, the typing bubble barely disappearing before his message comes through.

Arthur: Saturday works. What should we do?

You pause, a little taken aback by the question. He’s leaving it up to you? That wasn’t like him. Coffee was the safe option, but you wonder if he’d be open to something else. Testing the waters, you type back.

You: We could grab coffee again, or maybe something different? There’s that market by the river, have you been?

The reply takes a few beats longer, but when it comes, it surprises you.

Arthur: The market sounds great. I’ve actually been meaning to check it out.

You smile to yourself, a comfort blooming in your chest. He sounds… genuinely interested, not just polite.

You: Perfect. Let’s do that. Saturday afternoon?

Arthur: Yeah, 2 PM?

You: Works for me. I’m looking forward to it.

You hesitate after sending the message, suddenly aware of how enthusiastic you might sound. Before you can dwell on it, his response comes through.

Arthur: Me too. It’ll be good to hang out again.

You look at the message, reading it twice just to make sure you hadn’t imagined it. Hang out. Not “meet,” not “catch up,” but hang out. It feels more casual, more… friendly.

You: Yeah, it will. See you then.

For the first time in weeks, you don’t feel the weight of second-guessing every interaction. You let out a small sigh, a smile on your lips. Whatever this was turning into, it felt more than progress.

By the time 9 rolls around the next day, you’re bundled up and pacing slightly in front of your building, your breath forming small clouds in the crisp November air. When Arthur rounds the corner, his scarf tucked neatly around his neck, he raises a hand in greeting, his pace quickening as he approaches.

“Morning,” he says, his voice unusually bright.

“Morning,” you reply, smiling slightly.

Arthur had messaged you around 8 asking if you wanted to walk together. It was surprising, but you are actually finding yourself enjoying spending time with Arthur.

As soon as the two of you start walking, Arthur jumps into conversation without hesitation.

“So, I was thinking about the episode we wrapped up yesterday,” he begins. “The pacing felt a lot better this time. I mean, we’ve been working on that for weeks, but the structure we’ve been using lately really pulls it all together, don’t you think?”

You blink, caught off guard by his eagerness. “Uh, yeah, I think it worked well. It felt more natural.”

“Exactly!” he says, gesturing animatedly. “The transitions between segments, especially, so much smoother. I wasn’t sure about the little fun fact to open idea at first, but it really worked.”

He’s speaking faster than usual, his voice higher, almost excited, and it’s throwing you off in the best way. Usually, Arthur keeps things measured and professional, but this? This feels different.

“Honestly,” he continues, “I’ve been thinking about how we could push that style even further. Like, maybe more relatable elements in the intros? I don’t know, something that gives it more punch right away. What do you think?”

You glance over at him, a little surprised. “That’s a good idea. We could brainstorm some options at the studio.”

Arthur nods, his pace picking up slightly as he talks. “Yeah, for sure. I’ve got a few ideas scribbled down, nothing too detailed yet, but I think it could work. Oh, and I was reading the comments on the last episode, well, some of them, not all, obviously, and people really liked the way you phrased that question to George. The one about balancing creative freedom with Youtube’s expectations?”

“Oh,” you say, a warmth creeping into your cheeks. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure if it landed.”

“It definitely did,” he says firmly. “You have a good way of framing things to get people talking. It’s what makes you— it…” He trails off for a second, almost like he’s embarrassed, before finishing, “So enjoyable.”

You can’t help but smile at that, his unusual openness putting you at ease. “Thanks, Arthur. That means a lot.”

He waves it off, still talking. “Anyway, I think we can build on that approach in future episodes. Maybe we should workshop some questions together before the next guest comes in, make sure we’re really hitting the key points.”

He keeps going, diving into ideas for the next few episodes, and you find yourself smiling as you listen. This side of Arthur, talkative, engaged, passionate, is new, and honestly? You love it.

By the time you near the studio, you’re half laughing at his latest idea involving some elaborate visual component.

“That might be a bit ambitious,” you say, shaking your head.

“Maybe,” he continues. “But it’s worth considering.”

As the two of you step into the building, you realise the walk felt far too short. Arthur’s enthusiasm was infectious, and for the first time, it feels like you’re seeing him in a whole new light, the light you see when he’s with his friends.

As you and Arthur step into the studio, the usual hum of activity greets you. Isaac is already there, eating something with his laptop in front of him but scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up and spots the two of you coming in together, his eyebrows shoot up.

“Well, this is new,” he says, a grin spreading across his face.

“What is?” Arthur asks, his tone suspicious as he shrugs out of his coat and hangs it up.

“You two showing up together,” Isaac replies, clearly amused. “Didn’t realise you were carpooling now.”

“We didn’t carpool,” Arthur says, a faint frown creasing his brow. “We walked.”

Isaac’s grin widens. “Oh, walking together. My bad.”

You chuckle softly, feeling a little embarrassed from Isaac’s teasing. “It’s not a big deal. He just, uh, asked if I wanted to walk to work today.”

Isaac tilts his head, studying you with curiosity. “Really? I didn’t realise you guys were, like, friends now.”

You’re already moving toward your workstation, setting up your laptop. “I know, I’m surprised too. I mean…” You pause, whispering slightly so Arthur didn’t hear as he walked away. “He was literally talking at me the whole time.”

“Talking?” Isaac echoes, clearly intrigued as he watches Arthur across the room, who’s now fussing with a stack of notes.

“Yeah,” you say, plugging in a cable. “Like, nonstop. But it was actually… nice? He had a lot of ideas for the podcast, and he even complimented a couple of things I did on the last episode.”

“Compliments from Arthur? Wow. That’s practically a confession of his love.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “It wasn’t that dramatic. But yeah, he was… different.”

Isaac leans against the edge of your desk, still grinning. “So, should I be worried? You two talking behind my back now?”

“Please,” you say with a laugh, brushing off his comment. “Like we’d get actually funny content without you. But seriously, I don’t know what’s going on with him. He’s still critical as hell when we’re filming, but outside of that…”

“Softening up, huh?” Isaac states.

“Maybe,” you admit, glancing over at Arthur, who’s now checking the camera angles with his usual precision. “It’s hard to tell with him. But I’ll take it over him ignoring me or being annoyed all the time.”

Isaac hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking between you and Arthur. “Well, whatever’s going on, it’s good to see. It seems like he really likes talking to you.”

You smile faintly, his words giving you a little hope. “Guess we’ll see.”

Arthur walks over then, interrupting the conversation as he hands you a sheet of notes. “Here. For the guest segment.”

“Thanks,” you say, taking it from him.

Arthur nods once, his expression unreadable, and heads back to his mic.

Isaac gives you a knowing look as you roll your eyes and turn your focus back to setting up.

The studio was unusually quiet as you wrapped up the final adjustments for the day’s recording. Arthur was going through his notes on his phone at his mic, and Isaac was casually leaning against the wall, also scrolling on his phone.

Breaking the silence, Isaac looked up. “Hey Arthur! you free this Saturday?”

Arthur glanced over, eyebrows slightly raised. “No.”

“No?” Isaac echoed, his tone curious. “What, got plans?”

Arthur’s posture stiffened slightly, and he focused intently on the words in front of him. “I’m just… busy.”

Isaac raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Busy doing what?”

Arthur hesitated, looking up from his phone to make eye contact with you, “It doesn’t matter.”

Isaac laughed, clearly intrigued. “Oh, it matters now. You’re not usually this vague. What are you up to? Work? Family thing? Date?”

At the word “date,” Arthur shot him a look, his ears faintly tinged red. “Just drop it.”

“Oh, come on, man,” Isaac pressed, grinning. “You can’t just say you’re busy and not tell me. What’s the big secret?”

Arthur’s grip on his phone tightened. “It’s not a secret. I just don’t need to share my entire schedule with you.”

As Isaac pried Arthur for details about his Saturday plans, you kept your focus on anything other than them, pretending not to notice the tension growing in Arthur’s voice. But inside, your thoughts were elsewhere, on the plans you and Arthur had quietly made for Saturday.

You hadn’t expected to feel this way, but the thought of spending more time with him, just the two of you, had left a giddy energy under your skin.

“Just tell me, please?” Bach’s teasing voice broke through your thoughts.

Arthur’s quiet response, “It doesn’t matter”, only made you bite the inside of your cheek to stifle a grin.

Isaac turned to you, clearly fishing for backup. “What about you? Any idea what he’s up to?”

“No clue,” you said breezily, keeping your tone neutral as you fiddled with a cable. You didn’t even glance up, making sure your expression didn’t give anything away.

Isaac sighed dramatically. “You’re no fun, either of you. Fine, keep your little mysteries. But one day, Arthur, I’m going to figure you out.”

Arthur’s looked to you briefly, as if checking to see if you’d say anything. You met his eyes for half a second, then quickly looked away, pretending to adjust another knob.

When Isaac finally wandered off to prep his own station, you let out a quiet breath of relief. You’d managed to keep the secret.

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You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of your jacket and smoothing down the hem of your sweater. It wasn’t anything overly fancy, just a bit cuter than usual. You added a hint of mascara and lip balm, something subtle. As you debated whether to wear the boots or the trainers, Emma poked her head into your room.

“Oh, so Hinge is working out,” she teased.

You turned to her, rolling your eyes. “It’s not a date.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “So what’s with the outfit?”

“I’m just going out with Arthur,” you said casually, pulling your boots on and pretending not to notice the way her mouth dropped open.

“No way.” She leaned fully into the room now, crossing her arms. “Arthur, as in Arthur? Podcast Arthur? Quiet, grumpy, inexplicably-distrusts-everyone Arthur?”

“Yes, that Arthur,” you said, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“Wait, hold on.” She stepped closer, squinting at you like she was trying to read your mind. “You’re going out with him? By yourself? Again? After the coffee shop?”

“Yes, Emma. Again.” You sighed, slipping your phone into your pocket.

Her jaw dropped further. “And I’m supposed to just accept this and not freak out? You, going out alone with Arthur of all people?”

You turned to her with a shrug. “What’s so weird about that?”

Emma threw her hands up. “Um, maybe the fact that a few weeks ago you couldn’t stop venting about how much of a dick he was? And now you’re going out for, what, casual Saturday hangouts?”

You paused, biting back a smile. “He’s… gotten better. We’re getting along now.”

“Clearly,” she said, her voice dripping with disbelief. “Okay, so what’s the deal? Are you guys, like, friends now? Or is this…” She gestured vaguely at your outfit.

“It’s not a date,” you said firmly.

“Uh-huh.” She smirked, tilting her head. “But you did spend extra time on your hair.”

You turned back to the mirror, pretending to fix your hair just to avoid her gaze. “We’re just going to hang out. That’s all.”

Emma gave you a knowing look but didn’t press further. “Fine. But if he starts being a dick again, I’m going to say ‘I told you so.’”

“Deal,” you said, grabbing your coat.

As you headed out the door, you couldn’t help but feel a little flutter of nerves and excitement. Maybe Emma didn’t understand it yet, but Arthur was different lately. And today, you were curious to see just how different he might be.

You spotted Arthur waiting by the street sign where you’d agreed to meet. He stood with his hands shoved deep into his corduroy trouser pockets, his head tilted down as if he was examining the pavement. When you approached, he glanced up briefly but didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“Hey,” you said with a big smile, stepping closer.

“Hi,” he replied, his voice quiet. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “You’re on time.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So are you.”

Arthur gave a small shrug but didn’t say much else. His gaze flickered toward you, then quickly away again, focusing on something in the distance. You decided not to comment on it, falling into step beside him as you started walking to your first stop.

The conversation at first was a little stilted. He answered your questions with polite but short responses, and while he asked a few questions back, they were mostly about safe topics, work, the podcast, upcoming projects.

But as the day wore on, he began to loosen up a lot more, especially when you reached the outdoor market you’d mentioned. You wandered past the colorful stalls, pointing out the trinkets and oddities on display.

“Look at this,” you said, holding up a small ceramic cat with an absurdly long tail.

Arthur glanced over, his lips twitching into a barely-there smile. “It’s… unique.”

“Unique? That’s the nicest way to say ‘ugly’ I’ve ever heard,” you teased.

His smile grew slightly, and he chuckled softly, though he quickly looked away when you turned to him fully.

As the two of you meandered through the market, you started to notice it more, the way Arthur would glance at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Once, while you were admiring a hand-knitted scarf, you turned your head suddenly and caught him looking right at you. His eyes widened slightly before he quickly averted his gaze, pretending to examine a nearby display of candles.

“See something you like?” you asked, unable to resist taunting him.

“Hm? No, just… candles,” he mumbled, clearly flustered.

You decided to let it go, but his awkwardness when you caught him out only made you more aware of his red cheeks that he blamed on the cold as the day continued.

Later, as you sat on a bench with coffee and pastries from a nearby stand, you caught him again. He was watching you from the corner of his eye while sipping his drink. This time, he didn’t look away quite fast enough.

“Arthur,” you said, setting your cup down.

“What?” He straightened, pretending to be casual.

“You keep looking at me.”

“I’m not,” he said quickly, though the flush creeping up his neck gave him away.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar.”

He sighed, setting his coffee down with a slightly too-loud clink. “I was just… making sure you’re enjoying yourself. That’s all.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how awkward he was. “Well, I am,” you said lightly. “So you don’t have to keep checking.”

Arthur muttered something under his breath, then took another sip of his drink, this time staring straight ahead.

Despite his awkwardness, or maybe because of it, you found yourself relaxing more as the day went on. Arthur’s awkward demeanor was still there, but these glimpses of something softer beneath it made the outing feel unexpectedly pleasant.

As you and Arthur wandered through the market, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You fished it out to see a message from Isaac.

Isaac: Hey, have you heard from Arthur? He’s not replying to me.

You glanced over at Arthur, who was currently examining a stand full of antique books with a concentrated stare. You decided to have a little fun.

Turning your phone toward both of you, you took a quick photo, Arthur standing slightly to the side with a furrowed brow as he studied the books, you smiling faintly in the foreground. Then you sent it off to Isaac.

You: Here’s why he’s not replying.

It took only a moment for Isaac to respond.

Isaac: Oh. That makes sense.

You frowned, curious.

You: What do you mean?

There was a pause before his next reply.

Bach: No reason.

Your frown deepened.

You: Isaac, what does that mean?

But he didn’t reply right away, leaving you staring at your phone.

“What’s wrong?” Arthur asked, suddenly at your side, noticing your expression.

You blinked and quickly locked your screen. “Nothing. Just Isaac being weird.

Arthur raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it, instead nodding toward the next stall. “Come on, I think you’ll like this one.”

You followed him, still a bit distracted by Isaac’s cryptic response. As much as you tried to let it go, his vague no reason kept circling in your mind. What was he implying?

As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to dip behind the skyline, casting long shadows across the streets. You and Arthur had walked through the park, browsed through street vendors, and wandered aimlessly for hours, and now the chill of evening was creeping in.

Arthur glanced at his watch, then looked at you. “You want me to walk you home?” His voice was quieter than usual, like there was something more he wanted to say but wasn’t quite sure how.

You smiled, appreciating the offer. “I’d love that,” you said, feeling a small thrill at how much you’d enjoyed the day and how comfortable it was to be with him.

The walk back to your flat was mostly in silence, the streets quieter now as the city settled in for the night. When you reached the door of your building, you turned to face Arthur, a little unsure of what to say next.

He was standing a few steps away from you, shifting on his feet as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite bring himself to. His gaze flickered briefly to yours, and then to the pavement.

“Well, I guess I’ll get going now,” he said, his words feeling unfinished.

You hesitated, caught in the moment. “Yeah… okay.” It felt odd, like there was more he was holding back, and you weren’t sure if you should push him to say it.

Arthur shifted again, his eyes meeting yours just for a second before he quickly glanced away. “I’ll, uh… text you,” he mumbled, turning toward the stairs.

You nodded, the awkward tension still lingering between you as you watched him head down the street.

With a soft sigh, you stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The strange mix of warmth and uncertainty settled in your chest. What was that all about?

As you walked through the front door, there was something, a happiness you couldn’t shake. You found yourself smiling, almost without realising it, still replaying bits of the day with Arthur in your mind. The way he laughed with you sometimes, the easy conversations, the way he seemed like he was trying to open up, but still kept a little guarded. It had been… nice. More than nice, actually.

Before you could even set your keys down, Emma’s voice floated from the living room. “No way, has he got you smiling to yourself?”

You froze for a second, realising you were grinning like an idiot. You turned to find Emma lounging on the sofa, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

“Oh, shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes as you hung up your coat. But your smile didn’t fade.

Emma raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying your attempt to play it cool. “I knew it. You like him, don’t you?”

You huffed, still trying to deflect. “No, I don’t… It’s just… I don’t know, I had a good time, okay?”

She pushed herself up from the sofa, walking over to you with a teasing smirk. “A good time? That’s it? Come on, you’ve got that look on your face, the one you get when you’re actually into someone.”

You shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “He’s just… different, okay? I’ve worked hard to actually get him to be friends with me. But whatever, I’m not reading into it.”

Emma grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Uh-huh. Sure. Friends. Keep telling yourself that.”

You shook your head, unable to wipe the grin off your face as you started to unpack your things. “I don’t know, Emma. Maybe… I don’t know. It’s just confusing.”

She tilted her head, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. “So, what now? Are you gonna see him again?”

You hesitated, glancing at your phone but not seeing any new messages from Arthur. “I don’t know. I guess I’ll just see what happens.” You shrugged again, feeling a little unsure.

Emma smirked, crossing her arms. “You’re a terrible liar. I’m gonna bet on ‘soon.’”

Is she right? Did you actually like Arthur and that’s why you’ve been having so much fun getting to know him? But how could you like Arthur, he was so rude to you before? If you did like him, he definitely doesn’t like you back, does he? No, you don’t like Arthur, you’re just happy you’re finally friends. Only friends.

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Chapter Five

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okay i got around and actually wrote it all down, so please enjoy: timkon clone twins au lets fucking go

— they are not technically twins, they're just two clones who happen to develop back to back at the same time, but those are just semantics since they were raised like brother and sister anyway; wendy is considered oldest but only because she was the first outta test tube (tim had to have a little breakdown moment while holding her in his arms before he was able to get jackie out too; wendy is the only person who actually cares about being oldest, jackie is not thrilled because "you're literally only 10 minutes older can you maybe chill")

— wendy's full name is gwendolyn stephanie drake, bc i believe that if tim Has to honor someone by giving their name to his child it should be steph, plus i am cackling at the thought of wendy naming all her social accounts "gwen stefani"; no one really ever calls her gwen tho, the only reason she's not just wendy in papers is because tim was a little pretentious; i also quite like gwendolyn lois but i don't think tim would actually go for it (kon could tho, if he were alive at the time)

— jackie is jackson bartholomew drake. i personally prefer to think that if tim gave it some time he would probably choose a different name, but he just really missed his dad at the moment (he missed everyone, really), and by the time he actually had enough mental stability to sit on it the kid was already pretty much established as jackie withing the family, so yeah. no one ever calls him jack btw, so it's fine

— they both quite like their names although they can't help but nudge their dad a little from time to time, being like "gwendolyn stefanie, dad, really? it's like you picked up a name on pinterest or some shit" ("language"); they are both referred to as "ducklings" within the family (dick was the first to do it, tim started doing the same by pure accident and then it just kinda stuck)

— wendy took a lot after janet drake genetic-wise, to the point where it almost rubs tim in a wrong way sometimes when she gets older — her hair is much lighter than her father's or brother's and doesn't really curl that much, although she's not as pale as tim and has a distinguish golden undertone to her skin; she also gets freckles in summer. tim is one of few people who can actually see kon in her without deliberate searching, especially when she smiles. she has his eyes though, and she leans more on a shorter side (short queen supremacy)

— jackie is pretty much kon in miniature, or at least he is if you don't know where to look. kon himself insists that jackie is a perfect mix of both him and tim, it's just that distinguish curly hair and golden-brown skin throw people off most of the time — jackie for sure has tim's nose and cheekbones, tim's high forehead, tim's sheepish smiles and tim's cunning smirks. he's also a bit leaner that kon as he gets older and also a little bit shorter, although he's still taller than both tim and wendy

— wendy is a certified horse girl, she took horse riding lessons since she was like five (she was begging tim for y e a r s really, at first he insisted on waiting till she was at least six but i guess her kryptonian powers kicked in a little earlier and it doubled down some of tim's parental anxiety, although he definitely was there for a first few lessons just to keep an eye on her). damian got her her own horse eventually, because of course he did. he is her favorite uncle ever since

— she's a true crime videos/podcasts enjoyer (that's how she bonds with her dad)

— jackie is very much into making paper collages since he was around eight years old and has made his first one in school for fathers day (tim has framed it immediately and set it on his table in the WE office; it's still there after years); he used to have a lot of social anxiety as a kid because of being homeschooled 'till first grade and being very attached to tim, and has found the process of making paper collages very soothing

— jackie graduates college eventually (alfred: "thank god. at least one of them")

— they both eventually got into photography like their dad, but jackie is taking more of a professional approach, whereas wendy is mostly doing it for the sake of keeping the memories; that's why she has a small digital camera that she always carries around (it's covered in cute sparkling stickers because duh)

— they are both pan and demisexual

— as i mentioned, the kids were homeschooled for a while, by which i mean that they never went to kindergarten because tim was too paranoid about any potential kryptonian superpowers kicking in anytime; the other reason was that tim's kind of a helicopter parent, especially after coming back from his brucequest, and he's very dependent on both of his kids

— yes it backfires later

— jackie loves his dad more than anything else in the world, and has spent most of his early childhood following him around and throwing tantrums the second tim was out of his sight (which was quite rare, to be fair, at least until tim had to get back to his job at the WE); tim is 90% sure that it has something to do with him being gone for a while to find and save bruce. it evens out a little as jackie gets older and starts going to school and then college, but he's still pretty much codependent, and any decision that he makes about his life ties back to "what would dad do; will it make dad proud/happy; what would dad want for me"

— wendy on the other hand is kon's daughter through and through, she admires him and looks up to him but she has a very complicated, conflicted feelings about her and her brother's circumstances of birth, making her anxious in a way that is like "oh my god am i being annoying what if he doesn't like me what if he looks at me and only sees a living proof of his humans rights violation should i consider never talking to him again god i HATE my dad", so most of her actual interactions with kon are quite awkward on both ends

— tim and kon do not get together until kids are around their late teens, so neither of them calls or really considers kon dad, even tho he definitely played a significant part in their upbringing as soon as he came around with the whole child-cloning situation. wendy was the first to call him dad not long after she moved to the kent's farm, which was an accident, really — she was trying out vigilantism for the first time and got her ass kicked bc lack of experience, and her first instinct at being cornered by a villain was to literally just call for dad (at the back of her mind she meant tim, because to their family kon was always just kon, but the moment he pulled her in and put his hand on the back of her head and said "it's okay, sweetheart, dad's here", nothing has ever made more sense to her than kon being her father. the thought was both thrilling and terrifying)

— tim is "dad", kon is "pa" (if that wasn't already obvious)

— also, yes. wendy eventually moves to the kent's farm to live with kon; more on that in some other post

— kon kind of inherited the kent's farm after both john and martha passed away; technically clack is still the one who owns it, but his and his family's life is mostly in metropolis and he didn't want the place he grew up in turn into an empty memorial of it's better days + he also knew how important it was to kon at the time to have a place he could always return to, so yeah, everyone won in this situation

[godessanonymous]

Blame it on the Vodka - LN4

Request: No.

Genre: Fluffy (i guess)

Triggers: mentions of small injury

Summary: Partying in the Netherlands Lando gets a little injured, after helping him you spend the evening at the celebrations.

The picture of him on the boat inspired me to do this

Blame it on the Vodka – LN4 Martin Garrix had invited you to the king’s day celebration in the Netherlands, load so of people were there, famous influencers and artists and then there was you. Technically you could be categorized under the influencer division, yet you were nowhere as known as most the others here.

The invitation only got to you because you went to school with the DJ.

You were now a nurse working in a trauma center in the sunny state of Florida. A couple of years ago you and a friend started a podcast just for fun and your following on both the Podcast as well as your usual social media grew fairly quickly.

Though you were not even close to some of the people here it, your podcast and work was what made you happy.

The party was loud, you got on a boat around noon and were immediately greeted with a drink and an orange shirt to put on. You scanned the crowd around you once you had pulled the fabric over your head. The boat wasn’t huge, but It was big enough to fit a lot of people you didn’t know.

The whole city was a Party, boats on the water and orange things everywhere. You loved a little bit of partying so chances were you’d have some good fun out here. Able you probably needed a glass or two before you could truly come out of your shell.

You made your way through the dancing bodies, recognizing a face or two and giving people a big smile and muttered sorry as you squeezed past them towards the DJ Desk to greet Martin.

As soon as he spotted you his face lit up. Next to him was a familiar face, be it only from TV. F1 Driver Lando Norris, a glass in hand chatting to a girl next to him. You reached him and he immediately pulled you into warm hug. “How’ve you been? How is life in the sunny state?” he smiled.

“Oh its great! Work never stops, but I am really enjoying life over there. The Podcast has been going well.” You responded. That wasn’t the whole truth, your life was rather busy than chill and enjoyable. You were more or less working two whole jobs. Juggling being in the media and the chaos of the ER weren’t always easy.

“How’s Daniel?” he asked leaving you debating what to say. You and your boyfriend had recently broken up and it wasn’t a pretty one.

“Oh… yeah well I don’t really know” was all you said, pulling a confused look from Martin. “OK well I have someone id like you to meet, you still enjoy motorsport right?” he switched the topic. “Of course I do.” You said, you knew what was coming. He was probably going to call Norris over to the two of you. And that is exactly what he did. “Lando come over here really quickly.”

The Brit, clearly already a couple of drinks in waddled over, quickly excusing himself from the woman he was chatting to. “This is a old school friend of mine, Y/N. I think you two would get along well. She doesn’t know that many people here. Maybe you could put your chatty self to use and introduce her to some people around here.” He said half joking.

The curly haired man looked at you. “Well hi, I’m Lando and apparently I am your tour guide, its nice to meet you.” He smiled. “Well how about we go get you a drink.”

And with that you walked off with him to the bar.

“You strike me as a Aperol Girl.” He thought out loud. You chuckled, he wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t about to go easy today.

“Well you’re not wrong but ill take a Vodka-O, if I want to get through today ill need something strong.

“Alright then, ill take another one of this and a Vodka-O for the Lady please he told the man behind the tiny bar, sliding his empty glass over the counter.

You lost him on your way back towards the middle of the boat. The swimming party had set of and was cruising around in the calm water surrounded by a ton of other small boats with partying people on them. You had found some familiar faces to have small chats with but quickly returned to dancing to the music playing loudly.

At some point you were stopped and checked by some harbor police who wanted to make sure everything was safe.

The alcohol had started to make you feel just the right bit fuzzy.

You grabbed another light drink and walked back to Martin who was jamming out just like the rest. On your way back you noticed a small group of people all standing around one individual. You went closer to investigate whatever was going on.

Getting closer you were greeted with the slightly bloody face of the British man you were introduced to earlier. He was clearly more drunk than you.

“Well what happened here?” You asked. Still grinning he responded. “Weeeelllll, I was dancing and someone smacked their glass in my face and it cut my nose.”

Ok so nothing bad. “Well what do we do now.” Someone you didn’t know said next to you.

“Aright someone get me a first aid kit. That cut won’t need stitches.” You said grabbing a tissue.

“Mind if I have a closer look Lando?” He shook his head no so you stepped up to him and wiped a bit of blood away.

“Well at least its not in your eye.” Someone set down the first aid kit next to you. You quickly went through it checking what you got. Grabbing a little light, some gauze and tweezers you turned back to your patient.

“Aright let me just have a look.” You stepped even closer to him. He was sitting and you were not, so eventough you weren’t as tall he was looking up at you.

You just now noticed the pretty color of his eyes and long lashes that put most girls to shame. Now almost standing between his legs you shine the light at the wound. It looked fairly clean cut, though a small piece of glass was still lodged in the wound.

“There is still something stuck in there, ill have to get it out. Stay still.” You said before you grabbed it with the tweezers in one quick motion. It came out easily, it did also earn you a tiny wince from Lando.

“You look like you know what you are doing.” He said, eyes questioning.

“That’s because I do, I am a nurse.” You responded quickly while searching through the little medical bag for some disinfectant a bandage and some steri strips.

“Aright lets clean the wound quickly. Cover your eyes with you hands please. And this might sting a little bit.” You warned him before spraying to quick sprays of the disinfectant on the wound.

He flinched at the coldness.

In your half drunken state you rewarded him with a little pat on the head, like you would do to pediatric patients at your hospital.

You dried of the wound and leaned down a little further to better place the strips to hold the skin together.

“What a view that is.” Lando said, probably before thinking about it.

The comment made you blush a little. Your shirt was pretty but also warm and not too revealing but given the position you were in his eyes were on the same level as your boobs.

You quickly finished up placing a small bandage.

“Okay you are free to keep partying but watch out for dancing missiles.”

“Well thank you very much for your help miss nurse.” He smiled back.

“How about I say thank you with a dance.” A offer you could simply not decline. He didn’t waste any time pulling you towards a small free space to dance. His steps were a little wonky, but you got there eventually.

In all fairness the man knew how to dance, your bodies were getting closer to eachother with each song and the tention was getting stronger.

Maybe coming here, despite not knowing people, wasnt so bad after all.

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"Midnight Snap" is a new series of long, soothing let's plays designed to help you sleep! No sudden spikes in energy or volume, and no mid-roll ads! My job is to create an environment where you can safely drift off, calm a racing mind, or even just fill an otherwise quiet night with a friendly voice.

Tonight's premiere episode brings you 6+ hours of a very cozy and nostalgic Animal Crossing: New Leaf, recorded over 2 weeks or so of real-world time!

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But wait, there's more: those of you who would prefer to listen audio-only can do so COMPLETELY FREE on my Patreon page! All episodes will be open to the public at no charge, HOWEVER if you do choose to support the page (which helps a ton!) then you can receive the show in a very handy RSS link which you can add to your podcast app of choice!

If ever, however, and whenever you listen, I hope you find any enjoyment and/or comfort in this series! Thank you!!

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📌 welcome to my masterlist. below you will find all of my posts collated into one post, for your viewing enjoyment.

please note i will not write any of the following: incest, weird kinks (such as piss, shit, vomit, feet etc.), age regression, pedophilia and rape/ assault. i also won’t write any smut for nick, simply because i am a woman and cannot put myself in the writing perspective of a gay man, nor do i want to offend anyone by attempting to do so.

feel free to use my ask box to make requests, but do keep in mind i am a grown adult with a life outside of this app and it may take me some time to not only map out my ideas, but also write them.

with all that in mind, enjoy my works below!

for your information…

pink means not yet posted!!

🎧 means fluff, i only write smut let’s be real so i don’t need an emoji tag for that lmao

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚chris sturniolo one shots

dumb

good morning

long day

phone sex

let ‘em know

two sides of the same coin // pt.2

paint

podcast #001

more tba…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚chris sturniolo headcanons

nsfw alphabet

loud

how they celebrate you

can’t help himself

i’ll never tell you

boyfriend material

more tba…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚chris sturniolo plots

father stretch my hands // crossposting from wattpad

more tba…probably not for a while bc i’m lazy…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚matt sturniolo one shots

two sides of the same coin // pt.2

more tba…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚matt sturniolo headcanons

nsfw alphabet

how they celebrate you

boyfriend material

more tba…

˚⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellanous

#apclyptc asks for my responses to asks (not requests)

#apclyptc talks for my posts that are just me talking about stuff <333

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more will be added to the list in due time, so keep an eye out!!

[lang-learner]

Can you recommend some french podcasts? :-)

absolutely! i love french podcasts and they are a great way to practice listening and learn new words. Spotify has a feature with the transcript for a lot of podcasts so that helps.

First, I'd like to recommend Easy French: Learn French through authentic conversations. Ce podcast est génial parce qu'elles abordent différents sujets. This podcast is great because they discuss different topics.

Next, you can check out Little Talk in Slow French. She talks slowly but it's still enjoyable to listen to. Les sujets de ce podcast portent principalement sur l'histoire, le monde et l'environnement. This podcast's topics are mainly about history, the world and the environment. She has very clear pronunciation too.

Another great podcast is Le français avec Fluidité. He doesn't speak too quickly and he has free transcripts. You can just check out the discription on Spotify for the link. Il parle principalement des aspects culturels français. He mainly talks about French cultural aspects. However, he discusses other topics too.

For news, this podcast est formidable. Il s'appelle News in Slow French. It's great for learning more advanced words and staying updated with what's going on around the world.

Another great podcast for news is Journal en français facile. They speak faster so it's a good option for more natural French listening practice. Ils publient un épisode quotidiennement. They upload an episode daily.

This one is called Real Life French and each episode is quite short and they speak at a normal pace. They discuss a variety of topics and it's quite nice!

I really like this one. She speaks slowly and has a great accent that's easy to understand. It's called La Chronique. On peut trouver les transcriptions dans le lien de la description. You can find the transcripts in the link in the discription. I personally like the topics she discusses. Je vous le recommande.

Lastly, I would like to recommend Dear Diary by Candice Margaux. There's a transcipt already within the Spotify app. Like the name states, it's someone's audio diary. I like podcasts like these because they feel authentic and not as planned.

And that's it! Hope this helps and that you enjoy these. Please feel free to send any questions.

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For dorm leaders, a so that sleepwalks and scares the living crap out of them. Dorm leaders are aware of the problem, but only realize it one night their walking and they see reader in a horror movie like way and think they're a ghost!!! ;) Headcanons please, I love you blog!

Hi, thanks for the ask! This might be sort of short but here's what I think would happen (I changed a bit of the plot too, but I hope you like it nonetheless)

Dorm leaders x s/o who is sleepwalking

Riddle

He really shouldn't have read that horror book right at 11pm, but here he is trying to navigate the halls for something at 2am and the last thing he wanted to see was you also roaming around

You probably didn't hear it but he swore (the only time he ever will), made a little "yelp" and then nearly offed your head. However, upon looking at you more closely, he realizes it's just you

Wakes you up immediately, tapping you on the shoulder and asking what you are doing so late (basically early in the morning?). Riddle will probably tell you softly (slightly annoyed) to go back to bed, walking with you to your room

He's pretty nice about it, not scolding you for sleepwalking (he knows you can't control it) but he will never tell you he got startled by you haha

Leona

He doesn't get scared easily, most of the time he's pretty immune to horror. However, this was the one night he wasn't

He wasn't thinking of anything scary, nor was he really expecting anything to jump out at him. However, he just didn't expect to see you walking around in the hallways when he was sure there was no one out.

"Herbivore, what are you doing walking around like that?" he shakes you a bit, but realizing you're sleepwalking he probably just carries you back to your room and gently places you back into bed. He's surprisingly gentle about it

Will Leona ever tell you he did all of that? No. Will he tease you about sleepwalking? Yes. If anything though, Leona is pretty chill about it too, as long as you don't hurt yourself he's fine

Azul

Got scared bad haha. He listened to a horror podcast because that's just what he does now when he's doing work (multitask enjoyer right here) and here you are walking around at night like a ghost

He literally screams, waking you up and you screaming as well because you got jumpscared by your bf and he's all like "what are you doing here?!" while you're like "what are you doing here!"

You two probably spend a few minutes drinking some tea together and then sleeping in his office since you two are tired. He's understanding of sleepwalking, he just didn't expect you to scare him that badly haha

He knows about your sleepwalking now, so that means he won't have to get startled in the night if he sees you. Also, he's switched back to jazz music instead of podcasts while working

Kalim

This poor boy got scared badly too, but it was because he was reading a horror story from Jamil's bookshelf. He really thought it wouldn't be that bad but then boom one of them stories shook him badly

He probably woke you up since he shouted "GHOST" really loudly. But when you wake up and he realizes it was you, he's immediately apologizing that he got scared by you. "Didn't expect you out here this late, c'mon, I'll help you back!"

The next morning, he'll ask about what happened and learns about your sleepwalking habits. Kalim's super open to any possibility, so you sleepwalking won't be an issue to him (as long as you are safe)

Kalim is super imaginative, which didn't help him that night. But looking back at it, he probably laughs about it since it was a little funny how you sleepwalking scared him

Vil

Probably didn't get scared, just a little startled but nothing too noticeable. He probably doesn't care too much about ghosts or scary stories (he's had to play villain roles so much and because most of them happen to be the scary thing in scary stories he doesn't find them frightening)

You sleepwalking was more concerning to him than anything. He'll gently wake you up and ask you if you're alright. If there's anything that he can do to help, he'll try his best. However, if it's nothing bad to your health or if it's just something you don't worry about, he'll just brush it off

He might've been a little annoyed at how he nearly dropped his perfume that night, but he won't blame you for it. Sure there might be some scolding about getting a healthy amount of sleep on your bed

Overall what matters to Vil is your health. If you are healthy, then no worries. If it's something that you feel needs to be checked on, he'll support you. Whatever you decide to do, he'll be by your side

Idia

Didn't think you were sleepwalking, honestly thought you were roaming around the halls like he does looking for snacks haha

However when he tried to talk to you, he realized that you weren't responding and you looked more like you had just woken up after he tapped you on your shoulder. "Omg were you sleepwalking? Sorry for waking you up." "What do you mean?" you look at him puzzled

He apologizes for waking you up, but if anything you two probably just go to sleep right after that. He doesn't really worry about you unless it's something you worry about as well. He probably got startled after realizing you weren't responding, but he wasn't frightened

Ortho on the other hand might've been scared when he just saw you in the hallway with white sleepwear, which he then told Idia was you being a "ghost." That was probably the closest time he was super scared of you

Malleus

He's the least scared out of the dorm leaders, he honestly just saw you, picked you up, walked to your room, and placed you back in your bed. He likely doesn't sleep much (for preference or for other reasons) so seeing you up so late was more of a "I hope you're getting enough sleep" than anything

He was more surprised to see you walking around in the late hour. At first he tried to strike up a conversation like Idia, but upon closer look he realized you were sleeping. He probably lightly teases you about the incident the next morning, but he says that he's glad you didn't get hurt last night

Similar to Vil, he's more concerned about your health. If it's a habit that you worry about, he'll try his best to help you out. Besides, somethings aren't solved by magic, but he does his best to support. If it's something you don't worry about, then he won't worry about it either

He actually liked picking you up and dropping you off at your room, sort of like a prince in one of those fairytale stories. However, Sebek could've been startled badly by you haha

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Can't believe I'm writing this but it could be hilarious- what would the boys think about all of these alpha male podcasts nowadays? 🤣🤣

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― Chris Taylor isn't what you'd call a bad person but he is suspectable to bad messages nonetheless. And that's the whole thing, isn't it? People who have a generally healthy moral compass and positive ethics aren't immune to being influenced, fooled and guided by bad faith lessons in life...which Taylor would be the poster child of, whether he'd be aware of it or not --- an issue that hounds a great many young men even today. He might, initially, genuinely gel with something he read in some love advice related magazine, heard from some extremist radio host talking about women and how a fella should treat them or saw on TV, but he'd just as likely to be able to snap himself to reality and realize how much bullshit he's been fed, feeling a major dosage of shame, introspection and the need to soulsearch on the matter, meaning that his opinion on what would be a podcast could range anywhere from agreeing with it, disagreeing with and flat out rejecting the message at hand which is the direct scale of Taylor's maturity and character growth at play. At the end of this metamorphosis, undeniably, Chris doesn't like anyone who's a self proclaimed alpha, despot, top dog or head honcho because he views people like that as tyrants. Irony being, that in order to realize this, Taylor himself would've needed to harden so much he unwittingly becomes the very type of people who's advice he would never take at first.

― O'Neill doesn't think he needs advice because, you see, he knows all about women. Him and Bob Hope both. He's got it figured out. He could be a ladies man, he brags, it's just that he doesn't want to be. Of course. It's that famous Irish luck and innate O'Neill factor he's got that makes him keenly irresistible to the opposite sex even if they don't know it yet or don't want to admit it. See, one time, he and Patsey were in Hawaii and a group of suntanned women came over and...Tall tales and even more tall tales. Naturally, Red might be saying this while he's actively sitting huddled in front of the radio at base listening to said radio host with all the other men and commenting (more like talking over said broadcast and ruining everyone else's enjoyment) how much he doesn't need any asshole's who thinks they're Jesus Christ's help. Being a bit of a yes-man and a suck up brown-noser, his opinion of said radio show and advice giving love guru might very much depend on how receptive the other boys are in the first place. If they all seem to like it, he's there among them listening and if they all dislike it, he'll stand up and follow suit and go with the crowd. It's not hard to envision him downright looking to Barnes to catch a hint or two on the man's face concerning what he should do, being overly eager to please the actual alpha of the group. That being said, whatever the case, Red unsurprisingly ends up nervously yapping more than the actual radio does.

― Bunny would adore alpha male podcasts --- him seeing the sort they were downright designed for --- but since this is the mid-60's and they don't exist the way we know them today, kid would probably get hooked on some radio host giving advice on how to woo them broads (probably in all the wrong ways) and he'd get hooked on that whole nonsense like a fly gets stuck on crap, probably making people participate by proxy whether they want to or not. Just ask poor, long suffering Junior; he's heard all about it ad nauseum by now and he's just as likely to listen to this stuff with him in tandem, leading to infinite discourse and arguing between the two. Bunny, he'd listen to it all religiously, though, quote things he's heard, utilize it in practice, argue with the radio broadcast or the television show in question and throw in his own input like the people doing the talking can actually hear him and Bunny being Bunny, however godawful the advice he hears on there could be he himself is so unhinged that even the worst dating coach would undoubtedly almost mellow him out in a bizarre sense. Kid's so sadistic and coo-coo by default that it's hard to make him more toxic. One can only make him slightly less toxic. His manic nature gets balanced out in a sense and he might from 'Yeah, lets kill those bitches' in relation of a woman rejecting him to 'Your loss...bitch'. So, really? The whole world wins in a sense.

― If Bunny, in all his insanity, is made weirdly better by a podcast, Rhah actively gives out even more extreme advice than any radio host concerning women, love and romance could ever give. He thinks they're all Jezebels, beautiful snakes slithering in the garden of Eden, soulstealkers, bloodsuckers, vampires, succubus', the devil's own brood, demons, witches, bitches and that they're all out to get you one way or another. Bah, the more tempting they tend to be the worse they are down the line, don't you know! See, the boys in Elias's underground might as well shut down that radio because Vermucci has a thing or ten to say and he's like the group very own preacher on the matter, coming off as both misogynistic and simultaneously passionately obsessed with women as a group and as an idea, especially when riled the heck up to about elevent. He undoubtedly rants to the boys while gripping and caressing that one Grecian looking female form statuette the bunker has like he's holding sermon, giving these kids, as he sees it, the actual truth of the matter they can't hear on the radio or on the TV from some robot civilian detached from the real shit. As such, his opinion on anyone giving any counsel is pretty low and cynical because he mistrusts anyone from 'back in the world' giving supposed enlightenment on anything. Not when his own third eye is wide open on the matter instead.

― C'mon, Mark Wolfe could barely enact mild mannered dating advice given and shared in good faith, least of all the advice of someone spreading some sort of extreme message, and as such he might just smile awkwardly at the radio broadcast like he's somehow in on the truth of things and say something wannabe hard-ass and faux-dangerous to impress the men only to be met with a tense silence because nobody's buying that Lt. Wolfe can lead his platoon, pull women and especially not set down the law with said women...which is precisely why the guy wants his own boys to like him, if nothing else, through the guise of them being all mutually united in one thing: Being domineering towards the fairer sex. He doesn't cut it as a military leader, a compatriot, a soldier, a fighter, a strategist, so he can at least cut it as a man in comparison to women, which is another attempt that falls flat on its own face because it's obviously a cheap shot and low hanging fruit the men see through. In actuality, Wolfe doesn't want to be some sort of bad top dog heartbreaker. He just wants to fit in. He doesn't like any of the romantic advice given out on the radio. Not really. But, he can't say that without coming off as even more of a pansy among his peers. In reality, he might just wanna buy a lady a corsage and take her out to a dance after the war; that's the type of thing he actually wants to do...none of this crap.

― King thinks this is some white folk bull. As such, he legitimately listens to it all for the comedic factors no differently than someone watching a slapstick movie or something humoristic would, basically, to laugh at it and nothing else. Have something playing in the background while he smokes weed. And he does. He laughs at it so hard he needs to hold his stomach as he does it, with his eyes practically watering in entertainment. 'Y'all realize if y'all did half of this shit you'd get slapped and get nowhere near that pussy, 'aight? Y'all be here talkin' yourselves out of that poontang with this bullshit.' He might tell the likes of Taylor, Crawford, Lerner and all the younger, more impressionable members of the platoon and in equal measure, King might think that there's something to be said about these civilians back in the world having no clue how to hook up what with their unburdened minds, zero problems and clear consciousness and here these boys in the bush are probably with a more stable grip on shit than they back home do. 'Y'all ever think how these rich folks be psy-oping these radio fools to break us up from each other?' He could comment, getting weirdly philosophical and insightful about it all after his fit of laughter's done. 'Ain' nobody hookin' up, lovin' each other or fuckin' because everyone's too rancid to get along with anyone and that's exactly what the rich man wants.'

― His 'Feeling good is good enough' stance on life taken into consideration, Elias might think that anything vaguely harmless that raises the morale of the men or puts them in a positive disposition in a world of darkness and despair can be admirable in ways and he views the communal act of gathering, say, around a radio to listen to the 60's equivalent of a podcast as a plus less so for the message it conveys and more so due to the fact his boys are in a good mood, laughing, chipper, elated, and that he, yes, laughs along with them and plays into it all. Life's good, right now, this very moment and that's all that matters. Naturally, he doesn't buy the propaganda bullshit spewed his way and for all his personal disappointments in life he is still idealistic, spiritual and empathic enough to believe in something far greater than himself. Something nice. Something like love. Sometime. Somewhere out there. For some people. Maybe not for him, per se, but yeah. Someone. If he sees one of his men getting way too dyed in the bone on the notion of something that could considered extremism he won't exactly take kindly to it and he might paternalistically pull aside someone like Taylor and inquire whether they really believe all that nonsense and explain that in their hearts of hearts they don't really vibe with what they've heard back there and one day...a person will come along and they'll remember this then. That day comes, Elias might say with a cryptic smile, you'll just wanna love her.

― What are this advice giver's credentials? How many chevrons does he have? How many medals? What wars did he serve in, if any? That's what Barnes wants to know, fundamentally, because he isn't about to take any sort of advice from some greenhorn who doesn't know their elbow from their asshole from his point of view and his amount of respect towards anyone is based solely off of that even though he doesn't say it. Be it advice on military strategy, fighting, drinking, life itself or women, Barnes is extremely disdainful towards any cocksucker who didn't earn his stripes and goes around thinking they could play a preacher and act smart from the safe distance of some radio or television booth back in the world. 'Be more useful out here' he might comment bluntly, at best, because yeah, in Barnes's opinion, that's what a man ought to be doing instead of talkin' 'bout skirts and tail. Of course, he lets the boys have their dumbass fun and listen to this shit because when any day might be your last, reality is, you need your distractions and it's certainly better than pot. Not him, though. He might very well be sitting there with them, having a booze or a smoke, playing poker, and occasionally be entertained (best case scenario), but point is that he's tuned out. He listens or half-listens, but its message doesn't reach him. He's already singularly focused and his mind is set on most things as is. Barnes is a bit like a brick wall in that regard. He knows what he should be doing most days. Ain' nobody need to be tellin' him.