#workspace privacy

[flexospaces]

In the vast seas of coworking spaces, data pirates are a real concern that demands attention. By understanding the threats, adopting proactive measures, and staying informed, you can navigate these waters safely. 

[800silentpod]

The Benefits of Renting Silent Pods for Events and Temporary Needs!

Learn how Renting Silent Pods in Dubai for events & temporary needs can boost productivity with soundproof, private booths ideal for meetings & calls.

[interiorergonomics]

Balancing Openness and Privacy: Designing Effective Open Office Spaces

Open office spaces have become a prominent trend in workplace design. This so, simply because they promote collaboration, communication as well as a sense of community among teammates. This layout eliminates physical barriers such as cubicles and private offices then resorts to creating a more fluid and flexible environment. Advantages of Open Workspaces: Enhanced Collaboration and…

[pricklyjim]

First off, I love your art. It makes me all happy and giddy inside. But I must ask:

How do Orion's arms move? I mean the way you draw him, he's got this box like figure with little room for shoulders (unless I've just not seen his figure well enough). In theory if he tries to lift his arms past a certain point, won't his torso get in the way?

Sorry I'm just curious. Totally cool if it's just a stylistic thing too. I love them your honor I just like to know insignificant details.

ty for asking! i’ll go over some of his design choices really quickly:

Orian’s Design Explained

Orian’s frame was built for one purpose: desk work. His chest plate, shaped like a capelet, limits his arm movement so much that he can’t even lift his arms above his head. Why? Because as a clerk, all he needed was to reach forward to his computer. His design was all about efficiency, nothing more.

His round blue shoulder pads act as privacy shields, like cubicle walls. They keep him focused, block distractions, and discourage conversation. His smaller frame also fits perfectly into tight, government-regulated workspaces and uses less energon—cheaper to maintain.

He has a sword and shield built into his body, but they’re mainly decorative, more to warn someone from trying to fight him.

Orian’s design reminds him of his limits. Back in the archives, he’d stare at the stars and try to reach for them, only to be stopped by his own frame. He was literally built to be practical and grounded—never a leader, never a dreamer. No matter how much his mind wandered, his body kept him in his place.

When he becomes one of Iacon’s new leader, his design sparks lots of conversation. Some think his bulky chest plate is armor to protect him from attacks. Others assume it’s just professional decor. But the scribes who used to work with him know the truth: his frame is a relic of the caste system, a reminder of the constraints he broke free from.

Orian could change his frame—make himself sleeker or more powerful—but he refuses. To him, that chest plate is now a symbol. It shows that he’s not hiding his past and that his leadership isn’t built on violence. It represents his peaceful cause and his openness. Instead of lifting his hands to prove himself, he chooses to carry himself with words and earn trust through his actions.

Orian’s frame isn’t just about his job—it’s about his journey. It tells the story of where he came from, what he overcame, and the kind leader he’s chosen to be.

i hope this helps with your curiosity:)

[bouquetface]

MC PERSONA CHART OBSERVATIONS

Accuracy dependent on ENTIRE chart.

Moon in 12th.

Indicates a career that may eventually take you away from home often. Depending on the entire chart, this could be due to constant travel. Or a one time move that creates distance between you & your family or hometown.

MC in pisces.

Have creative careers. Design, music, film, aesthetics, marketing, etc. Due to pisces mutable nature, these people tend to do/try lots of different roles throughout their life.

MC in Sag.

Similar to pisces due to their mutable nature. However, sag are perceived in a more experienced way. Generally, they easily become an authority figure over people. The way they present (style, behaviour) is more likely to be perceived as “wild”.

Scorpio Stellium.

Having many placements in Scorpio indicates you are a private person. Others may believe you to be secretive.

For ex: Scorpio stellium in 4th House of the MC persona chart. You may work from home or be a house wife/husband at some point. You are perceived as a mystery because you prioritize inside life (home, family, privacy) and seclude yourself from the outside world.

Taurus MC.

Indicates a career focused on aesthetics. Appearance may be very important. Design, fashion, and even food could be key themes in your industry.

FAMA in 10th or 1st

Famous people often have FAMA (408) in first house or 10th house.

10th House ruler in 4th.

There is a mix between personal and outside life. People may desire to know what goes on in your personal life. You may share personal things in your career. This can be sharing experiences to relate. Sharing a “private” space. Ex: Renting out property. Or working in the home - home office. You could often invite others into your home or go to their homes.

Saturn or Sun in 10th.

You may work your way up into a top position. If you have many virgo or cancer placements, a managerial position is likely. The downside to this is sometimes you may be perceived as bossy or arrogant.

Fama in 4th.

Throughout my research for this post, a lot of nepo babies have fama in 4th house & 5th house. Their initial fame is a result of family.

Ruler of 10th in 6th House.

You may feel that people are more critical of you than others. In the workspace but in life in general.

MC in Gemini.

Communication is key in your career. Writing, presenting, teaching, marketing, etc.

Jupiter in First House.

Teaching and mentoring is important in your career. You may become someone people go to for advice.

Mercury & Sun in 10th House.

This person is a teacher. Mercury is communication and Sun in 10th gives authority.

MC in Scorpio.

In career, you may work with confidential information. Ex: Accountant, Pharmacist. In life, you may stay very lowkey. People only see what you want them to see.

10th Ruler in 9th House.

These individuals may become professors or mentors later in life. They generally become well travelled elders as well. Very experienced.

[breelandwalker]

Magical Oil Recipes - Protection and Warding Edition

For anyone looking to brew up some magical protections or enhance their current warding measures, here are some recipes I’ve created that you might find useful.

To prepare them, blend the ingredients in such proportions as feels correct for your purposes (or as supplies allow). Use dried material except where indicated. Place a few spoonfuls in a mason jar with a screwtop lid and fill the jar with a bland oil of your choice. (Vegetable oil of the sort you would buy for cooking works fine.) Screw the lid on tightly and shake well to combine, then leave the jar in a dark dry place for 2-4 weeks to steep.

Once steeped, prepare a clean storage bottle (also with a secure lid) and label with the type of oil and the bottling date. Strain the oil through paper towels or cheesecloth to remove the plant material, then bottle immediately. Store away from sunlight and heat for up to one year. Use for spellwork as you see fit.

(Please note that NONE of these potions are meant to be taken internally by any means. Observe all proper safety measures related to glass, fire, and potentially harmful plants as necessary during preparation.)

*- Ingredient is potentially harmful if inhaled or ingested. **- Ingredient should not be used or handled if you are pregnant or nursing.

All-Purpose Blessing Oil For blessing, purification, and consecration.

Lavender

Sweet Basil

Bay Leaf

Patchouli Note: Use Olive Oil for the base.

All-Purpose Hexbreaking Oil For general negation of baneful spells cast by oneself or others.

Agrimony**

Cinquefoil

Fennel

Vervain

Solomon's Seal Root in master bottle

And Stay Out Ward Refresher Oil For strengthening household protections between castings.

Sarsaparilla

Oakmoss

Horehound

Sweet Basil

Banned From The Premises Banishing Oil For anointing doorways and banishing unwanted persons.

Oregano

Rosemary

Lemon Peel

Thyme

Blue Moon Curse Reversal Oil For turning and countering baneful magic.

Angelica Root

Lemon Verbena

Motherwort**

Elderberries*

Change the Locks Protection Oil For protection of the home from banished persons.

Cumin

Oregano

Rosemary

Thistle

Cradlekeeper Child Protection Oil For protection of infants and young children.

Daisies (any color)

Flax Seeds

Caraway Seeds

Lamb's Ear Leaf Note: Use to anoint the lintel of the door to the child's room.

No Soliciting Front Door Oil To keep unwanted visitors away from your home.

Ivy Leaves

Sweet Basil

Blueberry Leaf

Juniper Berries Note: Apply to your front door or threshold.

Safe Space Protection Oil To help one find sanctuary when it is most needed.

Blackberry Leaf (or Tea)

Allspice Berries

Fennel Tops

Clover Leaves and Blossoms

The Shielding Light Protection Oil For passive protective magics.

Caraway Seeds

Eucalyptus Leaf**

Lavender

Vervain Note: Passive protection magic functions as a shield, rebuffing or neutralizing harm. It is good for long-term spells that don't require much energy or maintenance.

The Shining Dark Protection Oil For active protective magics.

Coconut Husk

Thistle Leaf

Witch Hazel**

Angelica Root Note: Active protection magic functions as a sword, strongly deflecting or fending off harm. This is best for short-term or immediate-use spells that are not meant to last, but must kick in very strongly and very quickly. Excellent for emergency personal protections.

The Sorcerer's Tower Protection Oil To protect your witchy supplies and workspace from interlopers.

Juniper Sprigs or Berries

Blueberry Leaf

Thistle

Astragalus Root Note: Works best alongside mundane secrecy and privacy measures. To avoid damage, anoint containers, furniture, and doors rather than items. Do not use directly on books as it may damage delicate paper or covers. Use with caution on unfinished wood.

Thorn in the Door Warding Oil To discourage unfriendly witches from entering your home.

Rosemary

Bay Leaf

Sage (any color)

Solomon's Seal Root

Rose Stem (with thorns) in master bottle

Walking Ward Protection Oil For personal warding spells of all kinds.

Sweet Basil

Witch Hazel**

Fennel Sprigs Note: This works for both active and passive protection magics and may be used in conjunction other protective oils.

Wanderlust Traveling Oil For all-purpose protection and luck while traveling.

Feverfew

Cinquefoil

Witch Hazel**

Spearmint

Should the reader require supplies, I recommend the following:

Penn Herb Company

Starwest Botanicals

Bulk Apothecary

Mountain Rose Herbs

Specialty Bottle

Photo Credit - Shaiith

All recipes are © 2017 Bree NicGarran, published in Pestlework: A Book of Magical Powders & Oils. Please check out the book if you would like more recipes.

If you’re enjoying my content, please feel free to drop a little something in the tip jar, tune in to my podcast Hex Positive, or check out my published works on Amazon or in the Willow Wings Witch Shop.

[rmview]

they find your smut blog, ATEEZ.

featuring — ateez members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of what happens when the ateez boys stumble upon your smut blog/thirst account!

contents — crack, no warnings.

hong ⊹ joong

hongjoong was always one to notice the smallest details, whether it was in his music or daily life. so when he walked into your shared workspace and saw your laptop open with your writing on display, his sharp eyes immediately picked up the title of your draft. his curiosity got the better of him as he skimmed the screen.

at first, he thought it was just fanfiction — something he was familiar with given ateez’s popularity. but as he read further, his eyes widened, and the tips of his ears turned red. it wasn’t just any writing; it was a smut piece featuring him.

hongjoong closed the laptop quickly, his heart pounding. part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity, while another part was flattered — and admittedly a little flustered. he paced the room, trying to figure out how to bring this up without embarrassing both of you.

when you walked back in, oblivious to what he’d just discovered, hongjoong cleared his throat. “uh… i think we need to talk,” he said, his tone a mix of amusement and seriousness.

you froze, noticing the way he avoided eye contact. “what’s going on?”

“i… might’ve seen what you were working on,” he admitted, gesturing toward the laptop. “and let’s just say i didn’t know you were that creative.”

your face turned crimson as the realization hit you. “you — what? you read it?!”

hongjoong chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “not all of it! just enough to know… well, enough.” he stepped closer, his expression softening. “hey, it’s okay. honestly, i’m kind of impressed by how well you captured my personality. and, uh… flattered? i didn’t know you saw me like that.”

despite the teasing glint in his eyes, hongjoong made sure to reassure you. “look, i’m not upset. if anything, i think it’s kind of cool that you express yourself like this. just… maybe give me a heads-up next time?”

over the next few days, he couldn’t resist playfully bringing it up. “so, any new masterpieces in the works?” he’d tease, his grin mischievous. but beneath the jokes, he made it clear that he respected your creativity and wasn’t judging you for it.

seong ⊹ hwa

seonghwa had always been a gentleman, respectful of your privacy and boundaries. but when he noticed your laptop open with your writing displayed, curiosity got the better of him. the words on the screen caught his attention immediately — explicit yet beautifully written.

his face turned beet red as he realized the subject of the story: him. seonghwa’s mind raced with a mix of emotions — shock, embarrassment, and an odd sense of pride. he never imagined you had this side to you, and while it flustered him, he couldn’t deny the intrigue.

when you returned and saw his face, you instantly knew something was wrong, or perhaps too right. “hwa? what’s going on?”

he hesitated, gesturing to your laptop. “i… might’ve seen what you were writing,” he admitted softly, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

your heart sank. “oh no. you didn’t…”

“i did,” he said, his gaze meeting yours. “but before you panic, let me say this: i’m not upset. i just… didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

seonghwa’s reaction was gentle and understanding. he sat you down, his hands clasping yours. “i know this is probably embarrassing for you, but i want you to know i’m not judging you. if anything, i’m flattered that you think of me in that way.”

he paused, his cheeks still flushed. “though i will say, some of those details were… very specific. do you really think i’d say something like that?”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “i can’t believe this is happening.”

seonghwa laughed softly, pulling you into a comforting hug. “hey, it’s okay. if writing makes you happy, then i support it. just… maybe don’t let me accidentally find it next time?”

from then on, he treated the situation with a mix of humor and affection, occasionally joking, “so, when do i get to read the sequel?���

yun ⊹ ho

yunho was naturally curious and playful, so when he saw your laptop open on the table with a document displayed, he couldn’t help but glance at it. as his eyes scanned the words, he quickly realized it was a smut piece — and not just any smut piece. it was about him.

his initial reaction was shock, followed by a sheepish laugh. “what the heck?” he muttered to himself, his cheeks heating up. yunho had always been confident, but this was a side of you he hadn’t expected.

when you walked in, you immediately noticed his awkward stance and the way he avoided your gaze. “what’s wrong?” you asked, suspicious.

“uh… nothing?” he said, failing to sound convincing. “well, actually, maybe something. i might’ve… seen what you were writing.”

your heart dropped. “yunho, no. please tell me you didn’t read it.”

“i did,” he admitted, holding up his hands in defense. “but only because it was open! i swear i didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”

the room fell silent as you tried to process the situation. yunho, however, broke the tension with his usual humor. “so… is this a thing you do? write spicy stories about me?”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “i can’t believe this.”

yunho laughed, pulling you into a hug. “hey, don’t be embarrassed. honestly, i think it’s kind of amazing. you’re really talented, you know? though i’ll admit, reading that was definitely… an experience.”

he spent the rest of the evening reassuring you, his playful yet supportive nature shining through. “just promise me one thing,” he teased with a grin. “if you ever publish these, let me proofread first.”

yeo ⊹ sang

yeosang was quiet and observant by nature, so when he noticed your laptop open on the table, he didn’t think much of it at first. but as he moved closer and caught sight of the text on the screen, his usually calm demeanor wavered. he leaned in to confirm what he was seeing — a piece of writing that vividly described him in a very intimate light.

his eyes widened, and a deep blush crept up his cheeks. yeosang’s mind raced, both flattered and flustered. he stood there frozen for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or quietly close the laptop and pretend he hadn’t seen it.

when you walked into the room, you instantly noticed his awkward stance and the redness on his face. “yeosang? what’s wrong?”

he hesitated, looking between you and the laptop. “um… i think i might have accidentally read something i wasn’t supposed to.”

your heart dropped. “wait… you didn’t…”

he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah. i did. and… wow.”

you panicked, trying to explain. “it’s not what it looks like! well, okay, maybe it is, but i—”

yeosang raised a hand to stop you, his blush deepening. “hey, it’s okay. i’m not mad. just… surprised. i didn’t know you wrote stuff like that, especially about me.”

his reaction was gentle, his tone soft and understanding. “i mean, it’s a little embarrassing, but honestly… i’m kind of honored? you’re really talented.”

as you tried to hide your face in embarrassment, yeosang chuckled and stepped closer. “hey, don’t worry. i won’t tease you about it… much,” he said with a small smile. “just… maybe let me read the next one when you’re done?”

san ⊹

san was always known for his emotional intensity, and when he spotted your laptop open, his curiosity got the better of him. he glanced at the screen, only to be greeted with a vivid and passionate piece of writing. the more he read, the more it became clear: it was about him.

san’s eyes widened, and a deep blush spread across his face. his initial reaction was a mix of shock, embarrassment, and amusement. “what the…?” he muttered under his breath, unable to stop himself from reading a few more lines.

when you walked in, san immediately snapped the laptop shut, looking guilty but also amused. “um… we need to talk,” he said, his tone a mix of seriousness and playfulness.

“what’s going on?” you asked, noticing his flushed face.

“well, let’s just say i found something interesting on your laptop,” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “care to explain why you’re writing about me like that?”

your face turned crimson as you realized what he was talking about. “oh my god, you weren’t supposed to see that!”

san laughed, his usual playful nature shining through. “clearly. but, honestly… i’m not mad. just surprised. and maybe a little flattered?”

he stepped closer, his expression softening. “hey, i get it. writing is your thing, and if this is how you express yourself, who am i to judge? just… maybe warn me next time, yeah?”

from then on, san couldn’t resist teasing you, though he made sure you knew he supported your creativity. “so, when’s the next chapter coming out?” he’d ask with a cheeky grin, making you groan in embarrassment.

min ⊹ gi

mingi’s curious and open-minded nature often led him into interesting situations, and this was no exception. when he spotted your laptop open on the couch, he casually glanced at it, not expecting much. but as he read the words on the screen, his jaw dropped.

the realization that you were writing smut about him hit him like a ton of bricks. his cheeks flushed, and he couldn’t help but laugh nervously. “what is this?” he muttered, his deep voice tinged with disbelief and amusement.

when you walked in and saw him standing over your laptop, you froze. “mingi? what are you doing?”

he turned to you, his face still red. “i, uh… saw what you were writing. and… wow. i didn’t know you wrote stuff like that.”

your face burned with embarrassment. “you weren’t supposed to see that!”

mingi raised his hands in defense. “hey, i didn’t mean to invade your privacy! it was just… open, and i got curious.” he paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. “honestly, i don’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed.”

you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “this is so humiliating.”

mingi chuckled, his tone light and reassuring. “don’t be. i think it’s kind of cool that you’re so creative. though i have to admit, some of those details… wow. you’ve got quite the imagination.”

despite his initial embarrassment, mingi made an effort to make you feel at ease. “hey, it’s no big deal,” he said, his voice warm. “just promise me one thing: if you ever write more, let me know so i don’t stumble on it by accident again.”

woo ⊹ young

wooyoung’s playful and mischievous personality made his reaction to finding your open laptop anything but subtle. when he saw the explicit story you’d been writing about him, his first instinct was to laugh — not out of mockery but pure disbelief.

“oh my god, is this real?” he said to himself, scrolling through the text with wide eyes. his laughter quickly turned into a mix of flattery and curiosity.

when you walked in, wooyoung grinned at you, holding up your laptop. “care to explain this, author-nim?”

your face turned bright red. “wooyoung! you weren’t supposed to see that!”

he laughed, setting the laptop down and walking over to you. “i mean, how could i not? it was just sitting there! and honestly… wow. you’ve got some serious talent.”

you groaned, trying to avoid his teasing gaze. “this is so embarrassing.”

wooyoung tilted his head, his grin softening into a more sincere smile. “hey, don’t be embarrassed. i think it’s kind of awesome that you write. and if i’m your muse, well… i guess i should be honored, right?”

though he couldn’t resist teasing you occasionally —“so, is this how you see me in your head? should i live up to it?” — wooyoung also made sure you knew he was supportive. “seriously, though, don’t stop writing. you’re amazing at it.”

jong ⊹ ho

jongho was always respectful of your space and privacy, but when he walked into the room and saw your laptop open on the coffee table, curiosity got the better of him. he glanced at the screen, his eyebrows raising as he began to read. at first, he thought it was just some creative writing, but as he scanned the words, realization dawned on him.

his usually calm expression shifted into one of shock and flustered surprise. the story was detailed — very detailed — and it was clearly about him. he rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he tried to decide what to do. should he close it? pretend he didn’t see anything? or confront you?

when you walked back in and saw him standing there, your heart sank. his posture gave it away immediately. “jongho? what are you doing?”

he turned to you, his ears tinged red. “i… might’ve seen what you were working on,” he admitted, his voice steady but clearly flustered.

your face burned with embarrassment. “wait… you read it?!”

“i didn’t mean to,” he said quickly, raising his hands defensively. “it was just open, and i… well, i got curious.”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. “oh my god, this is so embarrassing.”

jongho’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his voice calm and reassuring. “hey, it’s okay. don’t beat yourself up over it.” he hesitated, his lips twitching into a small, shy smile. “honestly… i’m flattered. i didn’t know you thought about me like that.”

jongho reached out and gently took your hands away from your face. “look, i know this is probably awkward for you, but i think it’s kind of amazing that you’re so creative. if writing is how you express yourself, then i support it.”

his tone turned a bit teasing as he added, “though, maybe next time, password-protect your laptop if you don’t want me accidentally finding stuff like this.”

you let out a nervous laugh, and jongho smiled, his grip on your hands firm and comforting. “don’t stress about it, okay? if anything, i admire you more for being brave enough to write something like that. just… maybe leave me a heads-up next time,” he said, his teasing tone returning as he shot you a playful wink.

though he didn’t bring it up often after that, jongho made sure you knew he wasn’t judging you. occasionally, he’d tease you lightly — “so, any new stories i should know about?” — but his support and admiration for your creativity always shone through.

notes: subtle foreshadowing of smut fic soon...

[fabaulti]

I think most of us should take the whole ai scraping situation as a sign that we should maybe stop giving google/facebook/big corps all our data and look into alternatives that actually value your privacy.

i know this is easier said than done because everybody under the sun seems to use these services, but I promise you it’s not impossible. In fact, I made a list of a few alternatives to popular apps and services, alternatives that are privacy first, open source and don’t sell your data.

right off the bat I suggest you stop using gmail. it’s trash and not secure at all. google can read your emails. in fact, google has acces to all the data on your account and while what they do with it is already shady, I don’t even want to know what the whole ai situation is going to bring. a good alternative to a few google services is skiff. they provide a secure, e3ee mail service along with a workspace that can easily import google documents, a calendar and 10 gb free storage. i’ve been using it for a while and it’s great.

a good alternative to google drive is either koofr or filen. I use filen because everything you upload on there is end to end encrypted with zero knowledge. they offer 10 gb of free storage and really affordable lifetime plans.

google docs? i don’t know her. instead, try cryptpad. I don’t have the spoons to list all the great features of this service, you just have to believe me. nothing you write there will be used to train ai and you can share it just as easily. if skiff is too limited for you and you also need stuff like sheets or forms, cryptpad is here for you. the only downside i could think of is that they don’t have a mobile app, but the site works great in a browser too.

since there is no real alternative to youtube I recommend watching your little slime videos through a streaming frontend like freetube or new pipe. besides the fact that they remove ads, they also stop google from tracking what you watch. there is a bit of functionality loss with these services, but if you just want to watch videos privately they’re great.

if you’re looking for an alternative to google photos that is secure and end to end encrypted you might want to look into stingle, although in my experience filen’s photos tab works pretty well too.

oh, also, for the love of god, stop using whatsapp, facebook messenger or instagram for messaging. just stop. signal and telegram are literally here and they’re free. spread the word, educate your friends, ask them if they really want anyone to snoop around their private conversations.

regarding browser, you know the drill. throw google chrome/edge in the trash (they really basically spyware disguised as browsers) and download either librewolf or brave. mozilla can be a great secure option too, with a bit of tinkering.

if you wanna get a vpn (and I recommend you do) be wary that some of them are scammy. do your research, read their terms and conditions, familiarise yourself with their model. if you don’t wanna do that and are willing to trust my word, go with mullvad. they don’t keep any logs. it’s 5 euros a month with no different pricing plans or other bullshit.

lastly, whatever alternative you decide on, what matters most is that you don’t keep all your data in one place. don’t trust a service to take care of your emails, documents, photos and messages. store all these things in different, trustworthy (preferably open source) places. there is absolutely no reason google has to know everything about you.

do your own research as well, don’t just trust the first vpn service your favourite youtube gets sponsored by. don’t trust random tech blogs to tell you what the best cloud storage service is — they get good money for advertising one or the other. compare shit on your own or ask a tech savvy friend to help you. you’ve got this.

[inkk-tv]

[ ꜰᴏᴏᴛʙᴀʟʟ ᴘᴜʙ ɢᴏʟꜰ : ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ]

Admittedly, it's only when she's standing in the park across from the first pub that she realises exactly what she's gotten herself into. "This feels unfair." "Aw, come on Luce," Arthur says with half a smile, swapping his t-shirt for their team kit. "Have a bit of faith."

in which: Lucy is reluctantly recruited into Chris' pub golf video at the last minute, but it turns out to be very worth it.

4.7k words [ masterlist ] [ part two ]

[oc x arthurtv x chrismd] [warnings: excessive drinking, sexual inudendos]

There’s a certain risk that comes with renting an office in a building full of youtubers. Mainly being ambushed in the kitchen by a camera for a reaction or her two cents on whatever challenge video was underway is not an uncommon occurrence. Although, being fully roped into a video is never too far out of the realm of possibility. 

Luckily, there’s only one person with the gaul to break into her office, and that’s Chris. 

It’s been affectionately nicknamed, ‘the fishbowl’.

Sitting right on the hallway's bend, with two walls and a giant door of nothing but glass that means anyone who steps out the lift can see right into her office. Hence the name. Once she showed up to find someone had stuck fish and bubble stickers all over the windows- she’s pretty sure it was Sam, who does all her captioning, but she’s never gotten him to confess it.

It’s a pretty decent workspace despite the lack of privacy. Lucy’s desk is off to one side, and the three desks for her London-based employees are in a little cluster to the right of it. Only Shelly, the head editor and Lucy had been in today, but it’s nearing five pm and Shelly had headed off about twenty minutes prior, so it’s just Lucy hauled up alone working on a script as she hides from the rest of the building.

Chris invites himself in. As always. For some reason, the wall of glass just doesn’t present the same barrier to him as it does to everyone else. 

She glances up as the door hinges open, the soundproofing scraps against the carpet before closing with a soft click. There’s something a little frantic in his expression- not exactly panic, but stress maybe- and he’s got a white monster energy can that's dripping condensation in one hand and a takeaway bag from the fish and chip shop two blocks over that uses the perfect amount of salt, in the other.

Lucy is no fool. She knows a bribe when she sees one. "No."

All the tension leaks from his shoulders as Chris heaves a defeated sigh, falling back onto the two seater couch just inside the door. "But I haven't even asked yet."

"But you brought me an incentive." She points out and Chris leans over to thunk the can down on the corner of her desk he could reach. Lucy scrunches her nose up at the ring of water that settles underneath it. "You didn't even do that last time and that involved having footballs booted at me for three hours."

Objectively, Lucy has fun on the ChrisMD channel. She’d always been an active person and while the dreams of being a professional athlete did not work out for her like many others, she does still like sports, especially if they’re team based. Chris’s videos are perhaps the most fun variant of them she’s experienced since quitting her Sunday league team back in uni. 

But Lucy drew a hard line in the sand after the break up.

The problem with having fun on Chris’ videos, is that somewhere along the line, wires got a bit crossed. Lucy isn’t really all too sure when it happened, but she remembers realising. Looking at Chris, and realising she fancied him. It was four months before, and she spent all of it agonising over every conversation they had, kicking herself for liking a taken man, beating herself up over every word or glance as the guilt of it all ate away at her. 

Then he was single and the biggest motivator for Lucy to shut her fucking mouth and stomp down her feelings, she got a little worried things would run away from her. She wasn’t keen to make a mess of things, in private or on the internet, so she took a step back. 

It does help that in her last appearance on the ChrisMD channel, she took a particularly solid shot from Simon Minter to the stomach during the World Cup Ball video. A few days later, Lucy's flatmate had bullied her into going to A and E where they found out she’d managed to acquire a cracked rib. 

Simon- bless him- still apologises every time she runs into him. 

Lucy doesn’t know how to thank him for giving her a reasonable excuse to avoid Chris for an extended period of time.

"You had fun." Chris points out with a roll of his eyes, unpacking the takeaway bag to set two boxes on the coffee table in front of him, opening one and digging into a calamari meal.

"And a broken bone."

Another sigh. "This isn't goal keeping."

Lucy's hands still over her keyboard, little cursor blinking on page is of what was going to be a 12 page script. She huffs a breath, telling herself that she will at least hear the man out. 

It was a stupid thing really, fancying him. It’s probably one of those prolonged exposure things, she spent so much time with him that things got blurry in her mind. But the controlled exposure has been working. No more nights out if he was going and no one on one hang outs for the past few months have really helped her get a handle on things. Make the lines of platonic and romantic a little clearer in her head. 

Even if he’s grown a beard that looks annoyingly good on him. She’s allowed to appreciate it without fancying him. Or at least, that’s how she tries to tell her flatmate. 

Lucy had put measures in place, a little bit of distance to get over her puppy crush and they had been working. 

The little bubbliness she used to get has been smothered in the past few months. They’d done Chip’s karting race together just fine and she’s been significantly more invested in the occasional hinge date she secures. Lucy’s building her way up towards nights out again, knowing that he’ll be there and trusting her mouth to not run away from her. Maybe filming with him would be good- keeping her contained to the version of herself that the internet is allowed to see, the version that never fancied one of her coworkers. 

When she pushes her chair out from the desk and turns to level Chris with a look, considering it for a few long moments before sighing and looking up to the ceiling, already regretting what she hasn't agreed to yet. There's a smile on Chris' face - he knows he's won. Apparently, Ciaran Carlin managed to snag himself a case of food poisoning the day of Chris' 'pub golf' shoot ("thought you did football content" - "Its football themed.") so they were down one whole player. Hence why Chris was there, a few moments from dropping to his knees to beg. 

Lucy is, admittedly an outlier amongst the office. At least in terms of content creation. It's actually the Fellas Studio building, but those who invested in the business to help the boys get it up and running, like Chris and Lucy, have their own office space inside. She makes video essays with the occasional social commentary video mixed in - a far cry from Chris' football challenges or the min-maxing style of videos that seems to have taken over the platform in the last few years.

So their friendship has stayed mostly off camera, as she doesn’t often have people on her main channel, posting occasional vlogs on her second channel but he’s only ever made the cut once or twice. The most the internet knows of Lucy Bell and Chris Dixon is that he’s roped her into a few football challenges over the years. 

When it comes to Chris’s channel, Lucy does make for a good feature. She’s just tipped over four million subscribers in the last few months, with almost a completely different audience, so it brings in a lot of new viewers. She’s not half bad at football either, a few years playing football in uni meant she could keep up with most of the UK YouTube scene if Chris begged nicely enough. 

"Alright, but it’s an extra twenty quid for each time you bite me." 

The biting gets her every time. She’s always had a bit of a thing for it, teeth marks and hickeys. It’s a condition that Lucy adds to save her own sanity more than anything.

See, there’s something about Chris when he’s drunk that just makes the man want to bite. Sink his teeth into whichever friend is closest after a pint or two. Doesn’t matter where, hand arm or neck- he’s even gone for her ear once. He’s not handsy per-say, because none of it was sexual really, but it couldn’t be called clingy either because he got way too mean.  

Cuteness aggression seems to fit the bill. But no matter what someone was to call it, the fact is, Chris gets his teeth out when he’s drinking.

Maybe charging him for it will be enough to remind him not to.

Chris grins. "Done." 

Turns out, the pub golf ‘night-out’ she had been lured into starts at one pm. 

Admittedly, it's only when she's standing in the park across from the first pub that she realises exactly what she's gotten herself into. "This feels unfair."

The line up was clearly in no way designed for fairness. With the 'English team' consisting of Lucy, Chris and Arthur-TV, going against the 'German Team' of Stephen Tries, Bambino Becky and Harry Wroetoshaw.

Now Lucy isn’t a lightweight- at least not proportionally. For a woman of five five, she could hold her drink. But Chris Dixon on the other hand, who was the same height, most definitely was a lightweight. There was not a whole lot of faith to be put in their alcohol tolerance.

"Aw, come on Luce," Arthur says, swapping his t-shirt for their team kit. "Have a bit of faith."

She ducks her head to hide the quick frown that flashes over her face. There’s only two people who call her ‘Luce’ and that’s Chris and her flatmate, Spencer. It’s obvious where he’s picked it up from and the thought of Chris chatting about her to one of his friends with such familiarity is enough to make her stomach flutter. Today was not going to be good. 

Lucy's met Arthur before, in passing. At parties or events, seen him at the office once or twice when he'd presumedly come to film with someone. He’s good friends with George and Arthur Hill too. She knows him and Chris have been mates since school, and that he's one of the most frequent victims of the ChrisMD channel. Miraculously, she's never ended up on a set with him before.

She hopes he holds his drink well.

"A little hard to have faith when Becky and Harry are gonna drink us under the table." She says, thumbing at the team jersey she’s been given.

It’s soft, more so than she expected. 

Football has never much been Lucy’s thing. She was on a team during her uni years, but that was more social than competitive. She owns a couple of kits, her old uni jersey that was mainly a work shirt and the Brighton Jersey her brother bought her for Christmas one year- Lucy makes sure to wear it whenever she watches a game. But that’s about the extent of it, she’s never had much reason to go buy an official kit. 

But apparently for the football-ification of pub golf, team jerseys were a must. 

The tag says it’s their away kit from the 1990 world cup and the fabric is so abrasively red, Lucy feels like a stop sign when she pulls it on. It doesn’t help that it was originally bought for Ciaran, so it’s two sizes too large. Sadly it completely tanks her outfit, the black skater skirt and platform mary-janes with lacy white socks had gone so much better with the cosy white knit sweater she’d started the day in, but it does sort of work. Even if it makes her look like a pick-me girl. 

The collar slips about on her shoulders and Lucy pulls the collar about a little, trying to make it sit properly, which apparently, Chris takes as an invitation. 

He comes up from behind and drapes his arms over her shoulders- not exactly unusual behaviour from him, but it does typically take a few more drinks. There’s not even a moment of hesitation before Chris sinks his teeth into the meat of her shoulder, biting down. Not hard enough to hurt exactly, more like a pinch. 

She doesn’t yelp but grunts a little, swatting at his hair to duck out of his grip. When he backs off, there’s a dark semi-circle on the jersey, highlighting where he’d bitten at the material. “Right. That’s twenty quid then.”

Chris blinks, then rolls his eyes. “What? No, come one. We haven’t even started filming yet.”

He’s smiling though, watching as Lucy digs a black marker out of her purse and bites the lid off to draw a thick line on the inside of her right forearm. “A deal is a deal, Chris.”

“We’ll if we’re keeping track like that, someone else has to be in charge of the pen.” He plucks it from her fingers and Lucy goes to swipe it back but he pulls it up high above both their heads. 

She could snatch it back. They’re about the same height; every time someone whips out a tape measure they end up with a different answer to who is taller, so it always depends on the shoes. Today, she’s even wearing platforms with more than enough heel to beat out Chris' white air forces but Lucy’s not sacrificing a single sliver of her dignity to jump for the marker. 

Perhaps realising that she’s not taking the bait, he holds it out to Arthur instead, who has been watching them with a raised eyebrow. “What’s this then?”

“Lucy agreed to be in the video, if I paid her twenty pounds each time I bit her.” Chris says, looking a little proud of himself for some reason, as if wrangling her into a video was some sort of impressive feat. “But I don’t trust her to not just draw a bunch of lines.”

“Damn. That’s smart, you’ll make a couple hundred quid today, easy.” Arthur plucks the marker out of Chris’ fingers and looks at it a little funny. “Will you give me twenty every time you bite me?”

The marker is tucked away into the pocket of his shorts with a grin. 

“You were coming no matter what.”

“With you looking like that, damn right I was.” Arthur holds his hand up for a high-five, probably more of a reflex than anything. Chris doesn't go for it, but Lucy does, swinging up to her tiptoes, to clap her palm against his.

“Come on,” He grins at Lucy, keeping their hands clasped for a few seconds with the momentum and it has her feeling a little better about the afternoon ahead.

One of the film crew, Sam she thinks his name is, waves Lucy over to mic her up. They make their way through the ‘before game interviews’, with the warning they will be spliced with the aftermath that was to be recorded at the last pub.

"Are you going to enjoy today?" Chris pokes the mic against the tip of her nose and Lucy scrunches it up a little at the feeling of scratchy foam.

"Considering I was bribed to be here, no." She plays the reluctant friend well, but they both know she’d been happy to help Chris out in his time of crisis and that she probably wouldn’t end up chasing him up about the money she was supposedly charging him per bite.

The first two holes (“It’s Goal, Luce. Use the right terminology.”) left their team with a rather bleak outlook.

Lucy’s played enough drinking games in her life to be able to down a pint in one go, so that isn’t a problem. She chugs the IPA, so while it’s down in one, Lucy is left with a bitter taste in her mouth, complaining to the table that if she was forced to drink beer, it should at least be lager. Arthur and Chris both down theirs in one, but are cautioned for shit jokes and chose to do a shot each instead of taking the additional points. 

The second pub is no hands, white sambuca shots, but they get a bench so it’s not much hassle to lean down and get her lips around the glass rim and knock it back.

But when they’re done, and Arthur’s wandered off, her, Chris and Harry pounce on his backpack to turn it inside out. It makes her feel like she’s back in secondary playing silly pranks when someone leaves their bag unattended. Tragically he comes back with the news that he’s thrown up. Twice. There’s an attempt to blame the McDonalds wrap he’d scranned a bit too quickly but Calfreezey is not a forgiving referee and they are penalised three points, leaving them at seven as Chris has failed to down his shot in one. 

“We are not winning that dominos pizza.” Arthur whines, frowning down at his inside out bag.

Lucy holds her hands out, an unspoken gesture that he accepts with a smile and starts piling his belongings into her hands. “Cheer up Mr.Television. I’ll Deliveroo one to the last pub.”

“And ruin Chris’ incentive? Where’s your competitive spirit Miss Bell?” He quips back, grabbing a fist full of his bag’s canvas and turning it back out the right way, shoving his pencil case and jacket back into it. 

There’s an instinct to roll her eyes at the last name but fair is fair. She did sort of do it to him first. “I think winning for us is already a lost cause. Becky and Harry can outdrink us all.”

Arthur zips his bag up and swings it over his shoulders, heading for the door but glancing back at her as he speaks. “Not Stephen?”

“He’s more of a mascot I think.” Lucy muses, skipping up to his side and out the door as he holds it with one hand. “Like Chris.”

“Fair enough, they are the two lightweights.” He says, jutting his chin out to where Chris and Stephen were squabbling a good hundred metres up the footpath. “You seem a bit better at handling the beers than Chris to be honest.”

She can’t quite stop the way her nose scrunches at the memories of parties and chundering in bushes out the front of train stations. Lucy hisses through her teeth. “Yeah, I had a few too many nights out in Uni. Spiked my tolerance.”

There’s this little quirk of Arthur’s head, like he’s a curious cat that’s been offered a toy mouse to play with. “I didn’t know you went to uni, what did you study?”

“Journalism. Hence the video essays- if you know what kind of videos I do.”

“Not to brag, but I'm kind of subscribed.” He puts on a little bit of a voice, an impression of the typical ‘nice guy’ when he says it with an exaggerated roll of the eyes that earns a smile.

“Really?” This time it’s Lucy who’s tilting her head, peering up at him a little from under the few loose strands of hair that hang over her forehead and it makes Arthur sort of sheepish. 

“Oh yeah,” He pulls out his phone and opens the youtube app. She’s in his subscriptions tab, along the top bar even. “I really like the rage bait one. And the one about the barbie movies.” 

“You actually watch my videos?” He must do. The rage bait one was recent but Lucy’s deep-dive into the animated barbie movies of the early two-thousands was from her uni days, buried under six years of more recent uploads. 

“Yeah, they’re good. Informative, funny.”

Lucy blushes. “Flattery gets you everywhere, Arthur. I’ll check out your channel after today, promise.”

“It’s not much, a lot of reality TV content- hence the name. I started with Airline freakouts and ended up with ninety-day fiancé.” He holds out his phone for her to take with his own channel pulled up. 

She flicks though, and it is admittedly a lot of ninety-day fiancé, but when she flicks the ‘popular’ filter on, some of the thumbnails look kind of familiar. “Wait, like the old ‘Airline UK’ show? I used to watch some of those.”

Arthur grins. “Really?”

“Yeah, just compilations of the passengers screaming at the easy jet desk.” 

There’s a mental note to watch them when she gets home (pr depending on how drunk she ends up, tomorrow) and see if they’re familiar. 

It happens every now and then, watching a video then realising years later you’ve just met the person who made it. A couple of months after meeting George Clarkey at the gym she realised she’d watched him chase a beep around his garage on tiktok a year earlier.

“Maybe you saw some of mine.” Arthur offers a little shyly, as if he’s nervous about suggesting it. “They did decent numbers. It’s how I got started with youtube.”

“Yeah?”

He hums in agreement. “Needed something to pay the bills in Uni and youtube ended up being way more fun than Law.”

Lucy can’t help the judgemental tone that sneaks into her voice. “You studied Law?”

“Don’t sound so surprised.” He scoffs with a smile.

“No you’re just nicer than all the other law students I met while in Uni. Most of them were right pricks.”

Especially the one she’d dated in second year. He’d been good at first, but after a couple of pints he was anyone's. The guy played up on her all the time and it wasn’t until he tried hitting on the first year who’d just moved into Lucy’s student Accommodation that she finally called it off. 

After that, all the law students who tried to chat her up at the Uni bars left a bitter taste in her mouth. 

Not Arthur though. He isn’t quite a law student, she supposes, he’s a youtuber and Lucy does get on well with most of the UK scene. They were a good bunch and any of the dickheads were pretty easy to weed out- there is a couple she fully avoids, simply because she couldn’t be arsed putting up with them. Lucy scribbles Arthur’s name on the mental list of people she wouldn’t mind chatting to at the next party. 

He’s got decent chat, certainly better than some of the dull people she’s put up with out of politeness and when he smiles, it’s a flash of pearly white. Teeth that all line up perfect- save for his pointed canines. She could stand to see it a bit more often, carve out some space for it in her chest amongst the fluttering of butterflies. “Flattery gets you everywhere, Luce.”

“Hurry up you two, stop dawdling!” Chris shouts from out the front of pub number three. 

They wave him off with a few jeered ‘yeah, yeah’s but do pick up the pace a little. 

“I meant to ask earlier,” Arthur says. “Want to put your purse in my bag? it looks like it’s bothering you.”

Her purse has been bothering her. It was the one she’d taken into the office and was more for fashion than function, a little black leather crossbody bag that she’s had over one shoulder so it doesn't make her boobs look weird on camera. It’s only really got her phone, earbuds and keys in it. She’s been keeping it at her hip with one hand but it’s getting tiring. “Yeah, thanks Arthur.” 

He tucks it away gently, with much more care than he’d had with his own portable charger and pencil case a few minutes earlier. Arthur’s sweeter than she expected. 

Not many of the youtube boys were sweet. Nice, friendly even, but part of being amongst them meant she could take the banter and hard hitting. Catch hurled comments that strangers would say border on cruel with her bleeding hands and hurl them back. There’s an added layer, being a woman online appearing on channels with a male dominated audience. A thick oily sheen that taints the comments of collab videos. 

But Lucy has managed to find the youtubers she could stomach, some of which she spends more time with than others. George is her gym buddy, even if he’s been slacking lately. Will lacks enough of a social life that he tends to rot in the office just as late as she does so they always end up ordering Deliveroo and shit talking for an extra hour or two. She doesn’t mind the occasional pint with Harry or Tobi either. They’re all sweet, but sweet enough that it's threatening to make her blush? Well, only Chris made that far. 

Lucy tucks that thought away and settles into the seat at the end of the table, tapping the toes of her shoes together idly as the production team set up go-pros and camera angles.

Pub number three was goalie rules. Six seconds to down a pint and it had to be done with keeper gloves. 

All six sets set on the table are Large and it looks utterly ridiculous when they all don the gloves. Black and green leathery material that’s oddly padded on the inside, it feels weird enough that it sort of captivates her for a few moments, the new sensation against her hands. Lucy keeps balling her fists up then splaying her fingers again, listening to the scrunch of them before pressing her hands flat against the table to feel the padding compress and spring back up slightly when she released the pressure. 

Arthur has a similar reaction, although he just starts running his hands over everything. From the wooden table to his own legs. Down Lucy’s right forearm where it rests on the table, over Chris’s head. The latter of which, he does so much that it actually gets a reaction, which Lucy is starting to think most of Arthur’s oddities don’t.

“Stop rubbing my head!” Chris squeaks, ducking away from Arthur’s widespread palms that are messing up his quiff. “Rub the head I want to be rubbed!”

Lucy snorts into her keeper glove when Chris gestures rudely to his crotch and Stephen goes to kick it from under the table. 

Thankfully, before things can devolve into more dick jokes, a member of Chris’s team brings over a tray of pints. 

Lucy and Arthur both get it down in one, but Chris fails- laughing after about an inch and having to set the drink down. Easy to say, no one is impressed and he earns them a yellow card for time wasting.

“How have you done worse than the females?” Arthur jokes, setting Chris’ still half full glass between Lucy and Becky’s empty ones. 

“We’ll take ourselves back to the kitchen.” Becky declares, raising a hand for a high five that Arthur meets- an assurance that it’s all jokes- before leaning in to stage whisper to Lucy. “There might be pints in there.”

Despite England's mostly good performance, Calfreezy once again proves that he’s out to get them as he issues two yellows and a red card. Lucy and Chris take the penalty shots- tequila upon request- and there’s three points added to their tally as well. 

It burns the back of her mouth and stings against her tongue. Whichever production member had fetched their shots did not return with the curiosity of a chaser. Still, it’s easier to down than a pint so Lucy takes what she can get. 

Although, everyone seems to be under the impression that it’s going to finish her. Probably because she keels over coughing after getting it down. It’s the closest Lucy’s come to spitting out a drink all afternoon, which is saying something considering the IPA at the first pub was utter shit. 

Her reaction has Steven so confident in his team’s performance that he starts demanding forfeits, anything from shots of the winners choice to public spankings in ‘piccadilly square’.

While Lucy focuses on not tripping over the drag of her platform shoes, the taste of tequila lingers on her tongue and haunts her all the way to the next pub. 

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Whether you’re attending the Arabian Travel Market, the Gulf Food Exhibition, or an international conference at the Dubai World Trade Centre, silent pods provide an oasis of calm amidst the noise. They allow professionals to make calls, hold private meetings, or simply catch up on work during busy events. Renting a silent pod in Dubai makes it easy to navigate the high-energy atmosphere while staying focused and productive.

How Renting Silent Pods Can Enhance Your Event Experience?

Silent pods are more than just functional; they also contribute to an overall improved event experience. When attendees have access to a quiet space, it enables them to recharge, focus, and engage in private conversations or meetings without distractions. This leads to better networking opportunities, more productive sessions, and an overall more positive atmosphere at the event.

For exhibitors and event organizers, providing silent pods as part of the event setup can significantly enhance the attendee experience. Providing spaces for individuals to escape the noise and focus on tasks enhances the environment. This professional and inviting atmosphere encourages more people to attend future events.

Conclusion

Renting silent pods offers numerous benefits for various needs. Whether it’s an event, a conference, or a temporary office, they provide the perfect solution. They offer privacy, enhanced focus, and convenience. Their cost-effectiveness makes them ideal for both business and personal use in busy environments.

If you’re looking for Affordable Silent Pods Renting Services in Dubai, SilentPod is your go-to provider. We offer a range of Single Pods, Duo Pods, and Meeting Booths to suit your needs. Let us help you create the perfect setup for your next event or temporary requirement. Don’t let noise and distractions impact your productivity. Contact SilentPod to explore our rental options and experience the benefits of a quiet, private space!

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Top quality office acoustic solutions in Dubai are available at OfficeMaster, the leading manufacturer and Supplier of office furniture in UAE. These modern office furniture pieces are so essential for sound proofing, thus creating a productive and comfortable work environment. Among acoustic solutions include;

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Ottomans

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Large, Small and Mounted Whiteboards

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The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme™️ Send me some numbers and a character name and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic (disliking of humankind) are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

Does this person have a bucket list? What's on it?

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First Flight Home | Rafe Cameron

Just a short fluffy Rafe drabble, enjoy!

“And Rafe, what advice would you give to someone who wanted to date you?” The interviewer asked, smiling.

“Uh, I’m not sure, a good coffee often wins my heart” Rafe winked at the camera before the camera switches.

You watched your boyfriend on tv and giggled, knowing he used to stop by the campus coffee shop where you worked every day before you began dating.

Rafe had only been at the event for an hour and he already missed you in his arms, wishing he could bring you to these kind of things.

Although he loved the privacy you two had in your relationship, keeping it away from the media. He also wanted to show you off at every event and make sure everyone knew you were his girl.

You were college sweethearts, you studied humanities and he studied football. You never thought the book worm would end up with the jock but here you were, watching your all star soccer player boyfriend on tv for the thousandth time.

It didn’t take long before you’d fallen asleep, the only thing you cared about was seeing Rafes interview, getting a glimpse of his perfect face that you hadn’t seen in weeks.

He’d been away for PR for the team, building hype for the new season ahead. You missed him terribly but knew he’d be back for a month of just you and him before he was once again darting across the country.

Usually your job was quite flexible you and could usually work from anywhere with a quiet workspace space and wifi, but on this occasion you had a big annual meeting for your company and had to be there.

Rafe quietly opened the door to your NYC apartment, knowing you’d be asleep by now, probably on the sofa covered in blankets.

He smiled from ear to ear when he noticed you, only the top of your head poking out from your position under your favourite knitted blanket.

Rafe dropped his things by the door and quietly walked over to your sleeping form, kneeling beside you. “Surprise baby, I’m back” he whispered softly.

You stirred for a moment, you were sure you heard Rafes voice and in confusion opened your eyes.

“RAFE?!” You exclaimed, still half asleep, but sitting up immediately at the sight of your perfect boyfriend.

“It’s me baby” he grinned as you immediately threw your arms around him.

“What? How? You were-?” You pointed at the tv, trying to get an explanation.

“I left straight after and got the first flight home, couldn’t wait another day to see my girl.”

You peppered his face with kisses before he pulled your head away, taking in your beauty. You were real, and there, right in front of him.

Within moments you were kissing passionately, tongues fighting for dominance.

“Are you too tired for me to show you how much I missed you?” Rafe smirked.

“Never” you breathed, already desperate to feel him inside you once more.