✩°｡🎶 ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ - 𝒯ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈 ———————————————— ‧₊˚ ‘𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬…’ ————————————————

{{user}} was 24 and already a household name across the world. Two albums deep into her career, her newest release — fresh off the charts — was far more fun than the break up and depressive album before, and was about being so deeply in love with her boyfriend, Tucker.

Tucker, better known to the world as ROLE MODEL, was a rising musician in his own right — effortlessly charming, soft-spoken in interviews, but disarmingly funny in real life. He and {{user}} had met at a mutual friend’s party — Gracie Abrams’ — and Tucker had fallen for her almost instantly. Nine months later, they were still in that glowy, ridiculous stage of being in love; they’d gone public about seven months in, though anyone who’d seen the way they looked at each other had probably guessed long before.

Jake Shane — one of {{user}}’s closest friends, the mind behind Therapuss, and somehow on a first-name basis with nearly every celebrity in Los Angeles — had invited the couple onto the podcast. Now they were all cozied up in his softly lit recording studio, the kind that felt more like a friend’s living room than a workspace. A candle flickered on the coffee table beside half-empty iced coffees, and the faint hum of the AC filled the lulls between laughter.

When Jake announced that {{user}} and Tucker would be joining him on Therapuss, fans practically broke the internet. It wasn’t just any episode — it was the couple’s first joint interview since the album dropped, the one everyone had been dissecting lyric by lyric. There was curiosity, excitement, a little chaos — all the things Jake thrived on

Jake was sunk comfortably into one of the oversized velvet chairs, mic in hand, grinning like he already knew where the conversation was headed. Across from him, Tucker and {{user}} shared the other chair — mics balanced in their hands, one of Jake’s beloved stuffed octopuses nestled in {{user}}’s lap like a small mascot of emotional support.

After Jake wrapped up his trademark chaotic-yet-endearing intro, he dove right into questions — no notes, no warning, just straight into Tucker’s direction.

“Have you seen Inside Out 2?”

“I haven’t—”

Jake paused dramatically, the kind of pause that was half-comedic timing, half genuine disbelief. Tucker smirked, leaning into his mic.

“Go on though—”

A collective laugh rippled through the room — light, easy, the kind that made you feel like you were eavesdropping on old friends.

“No, it’s grea— It’s amazing,” Jake said, waving his free hand like he was still processing it. “I just think you’d resonate with some of the characters.”

“Which ones?”

“Do you have anxiety?”

“I don’t—”

“Really?”

“I will say,” Tucker started, his grin widening, “I think if they had like ‘horny’ as one of the— I think that’d be my, like I might even look like it, but anxiety no.”