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spiderb00 · 2 months ago

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Clueless - Daniela Avanzini

Daniela Avanzini X reader

Synopsis: You were surprised to see, that a woman like that would really be into you.

Genre: Fluff

a/n: I think I'm going to write for other people outside of Katseye, I don't know, I'm experimenting. But while that doesn't happen, I had this plot idea with Daniela.

Maybe I made a mistake in writing, I'm too lazy to revise. <3

You met Dani a few weeks ago, it wasn't planned, but it ended up happening. The agreement was that you would stop by the Kats' house to pick up Megan, a mutual friend of yours, Kylie Cantrall, had asked the two of you to hang out.

It turns out that Megan wasn't ready when you arrived, so while you were on the couch, fiddling with your phone, a voice took your attention away.

"Uh, hello?" when you looked up your mind tied a knot. Sure, you'd already seen Daniela in Katseye's MV, but damn, She looked prettier up close.

"Hi, I'm Yn, sorry, I'm just waiting for Megan." You said, trying not to look like an idiot.

"Oh sure, Yn, Megan talks a lot about you. I'm Daniela." She says shaking your hand. It could be something in your head, but she had looked you up and down, she seemed to be checking on you.

"So, are you and Megan something more or what?" Daniela says biting her lower lip. Her head was racing, how could she be so incredibly hot?

"What? No, we're just good friends." you say, your voice faltering.

"Good to know." She says as she looks at you.

Your head doesn't have time to process what she said, because Megan had just appeared in the room, dragging you out and saying goodbye to Daniela.

Your other opportunity to meet Daniela was when you and Megan got together for a sleepover. The orange-haired girl proposed that you spend the night right after a party. And as it seemed too dangerous to return home at that time, you accepted the invitation.

So there you were, coming out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a spider-man t-shirt, courtesy of the changes of clothes you leave in your car. When you opened the door, Daniela was there, in all her glory, leaning against the doorframe. And you could drool in her pajamas, even if it was just a big sweatshirt and short shorts.

"Wow, I must have done something really good to get the universe to leave you in my bathroom." If it came from anyone else, you'd think it's extremely stupid, but when it comes out of Daniela's mouth, it sounds like the most beautiful poem.

"Hi Dani, I'm sorry, if I had known you wanted to use the bathroom I would have been quicker." You said, thanking the heavens that your mind was able to formulate a sentence.

"It's okay, the wait was worth it, you're cute in your pajamas." She said as she fiddled with the collar of her T-shirt.

Goosebumps running through your body, your short-circuited brain can't formulate anything, but you can hear a giggle from Dani in the background, followed by the bathroom door closing.

You've always been interested in music, and when Lara said she needed a guitar riff for a production she was working on, you immediately offered to help her.

So now while Lara was getting some snacks in the kitchen you were in her room working on the riff you would make, so concentrated that you didn't hear Daniela's footsteps getting closer and closer.

"I didn't think you could get hotter, but I underestimated you." she said, a smile on her face when she saw you jump slightly in fright.

"Dani, I didn't know you were there." You said, nervous hands scratching the back of your neck.

"How long have you been playing guitar?" she asks sitting next to him, in the chair where Lara used to be occupied.

"Since I was a child. I've always loved music, so I kind of love all of it." You said, your eyes traveling between Daniela, your guitar and Lara's things.

"This is so cool, I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar, maybe you can teach me one day." Daniela says, her gaze never averting from you, making you more nervous.

"Of course, I'd love to hear you sing too, you have a very beautiful voice."

Daniela smiles when you look at her, the two of you in silence. Her intense looks seemed to mean something, something you didn't know.

"You're very pretty," Daniela says, her eyes moving from your mouth back to your eyes.

"What? Have you seen yourself? You're one of the prettiest girls I know, Dani."

Again, she doesn't say anything, her big brown eyes staring at you. It seemed that with every second she became more beautiful, How is this possible?

The exchange of glances was interrupted when Lara entered the room, her hand full of snacks and red bull, the perfect combination for hours of work.

"Dani, I love you, but it's not time to make your move, we have a lot to work on.

Lara said, shooing a half-dazed Daniela out of her chair.

What did you mean by "making your move"?

By this time your friendship with the Kats was much stronger, you loved those girls, but you were still confused by Dani's advances, you kept telling yourself that this should be her way, just a relaxed way to play with your friends. Yes, that was it, you knew friends who flirted, it's okay.

Man, you couldn't be more wrong.

It was Lara's birthday, everyone was having fun at the surprise party that Lara's girlfriend ;) prepared. Everything seemed calm, you even started flirting with a girl, one of Lara's friends, you were talking and laughing here and there, to be honest you didn't have much in common, but it wouldn't hurt to exchange a few words.

Everything seemed right, until you felt footsteps approaching.

"Excuse me, I can talk to Yn a second, thank you." Daniela pulled you without waiting for answers from the girl you were talking to, and soon you found yourself locked inside one of the rooms of the house.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Daniela screamed, you were surprised, of course. Why was this extremely beautiful and hot girl yelling at you?

"What? What did I do?" You said, your shoulders slumping as you waited for an explanation from the Latina in front of you.

"You were letting that girl flirt with you!" The Latina looked furious and disappointed, you just didn't understand why.

"Dani, it's okay, why are you so mad about this?"

“’CAUSE IT SHOULD BE ME!"

When the curly-haired girl screamed you weren't sure anything, you weren't sure if you had heard it right, you weren't sure if they were talking about the same thing. Damn, you weren't even sure if she was yelling at the right person.

"What... What does that mean?"

"It means I like you." Daniela sits on the bed, looking defeated.

"I've liked you since the day I met you, every moment we spend together, every moment we're interrupted by someone, all those moments, I just wish I could say I like you. But it looks like you're so dumb-"

"Hey!" You interrupted.

"I flirted with you, I tried to impress you, I tried to get us to spend more time together, but nothing worked." Daniela said, her voice growing with each word, making the Latina get up from the bed, making her gaze travel from the floor to you, only to see you wide-eyed, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're so oblivious to everything around you, I just wanted you to ask me out, idiot! I didn't want to spend another minute without you holding my hand or kissing me. And all I've done, for all these months is send you signals, that you clearly don't understand why you're-"

Suddenly the room was silent again, Daniela's complaints fading as her hands wrapped around your hair, if it was you she wanted, then she would have it.

Your hands pulled her waist closer, so close that it felt like the two of you could enter each other's bodies. All the stored desire now completely exposed in the kiss you shared, Daniela seemed to melt in your hands and when you least expected it you were kissing desperately and walking to bed.

When your knees bent and you fell on the bed, you could feel Daniela's legs on either side of your body, the feeling was invigorating, you both seemed to have been waiting for this forever, Daniela knows better. Then, when the breath started to go away, you moved away, Daniela resting her hands on your abdomen, looking at you with heart eyes.

"I'm not very good at understanding tips, for me it was just a joke." you said, being the first to break the silence.

"I gave you all the signs I could." The curly-haired girl said as she rolled her eyes and smiled at you.

"yes, but how was I going to know that a woman like that was really into me." You said, as you sat still with her on your lap, stealing a quick kiss from the Latina.

"Well, now you know, what are you going to do about it?" She said as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

"I'm going to go on a date with the hottest girl in the world."

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hiraizyo · 5 days ago

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i hear your heart, now it’s racing.

synopsis — you were very aware of how possessive lara could be and despite the obvious interest from others, you only had eyes for her.

established relationship, high school au, fluff, possessive!lara, loser!reader, like two cuss words.

now playing: you belong to me, ari abdul.

a/n: came up with this after thinking about hot and sexy gf!lara. i need her to claim me so fucking bad... anyway, this includes reader being apart of the loser club with winter, yunjin and minji lmao.

this is a lot longer than what i usually write, so get comfortable :’) apologies for any typos & as usual, happy reading!

at the sound of the school bell ringing you let out a relieved sigh, finally able to leave the place everyone thought was hell on earth. quickly packing up your chemistry textbook and pencil case, you shoved it in your bag, already standing up and walking away from the desk.

you rushed out the classroom, barely hearing ms. park’s voice over the cluster of her students hurried footsteps, all trying to make their escape. the walk to your locker was short, feeling lucky that the hallway wasn’t nearly as packed as you expected it be considering it was now the end of the school day.

when you reached your locker, it didn’t take long until another presence was beside you. with your peripheral vision, you see that it was minjeong.

“hey,” she greeted you. minjeong blew up a piece of her blonde hair, the bangs almost covering her eyes. “do you wanna come over after the gig later? i got new a lego set for us.”

she rocked back and forth on her heels, the excitement clear on her face.

you and minjeong were similar in many ways. both of you were more on the quieter side, preferring to observe rather than interact with others. you both took your studies seriously, being top of your class. you also enjoyed the act of building lego’s together, bonding over it after she’d brought it up one day after band practice. and, you were both what your girlfriends described as ‘a loser in a hot body.’ you didn’t understand what it meant, but lara claimed that’s what you were so you didn’t question it.

“can’t.” you replied, shutting the locker door. “it’s date night with lara, and we’re going out after.”

minjeong pouted at not being able to hang out with you. building lego’s together was her favorite pastime between sleep, studying, band practice and hanging out with her girlfriend.

you flicked her forehead at the sight of her lips jutted out. “stop that, jimin may find it cute but i don’t.”

“ouch!” she yelled, rubbing at the now sore part on her forehead. “you’re so mean.”

you snorted, “and you’re so weak.”

minjeong scoffed at your words as you began to walk towards the double doors of the school, her hand tugging on the sleeve of the brown and white flannel you wore.

“we can’t all be jacked like you, ass.” she complained, moving to sling her arm over your shoulder.

“you can’t even see it!”

“that’s the problem.” minjeong huffed, raising her arm in the air. “you see this? these noodle arms look exactly like yours, except mine doesn’t bulge out when i flex.”

you had a bit of a sleeper build, the muscles only showing when there was tension. minjeong made a grunt, bending her arm as if she was flexing in order to add to her point. you laughed at her, shoving her arm down.

“whatever.” you shook your head at her, leading the two of you towards your car.

when you reached the parking lot, minjeong pulled her arm off you and got in the back seat once you’d unlocked it, leaving the door open for any conversation that came up. leaning against the gray vehicle, you pulled out your phone, shooting lara a text that said you were waiting outside for her.

the redhead spotted you as soon as she walked out the double doors, saying a goodbye to her friends and reminding them of what time you’d be playing tonight.

she approached you with a coy smile, looking you up and down. “well, you look absolutely delicious right now.”

the possessive streak ran through her body, realizing that everyone at school could also see how good you looked.

a blush appeared on your cheeks as she snaked her arms up your neck and locked her fingers together. “hi baby.” you mumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

minjeong couldn’t help the cackle that escaped her when she saw your bashful state. pulling away from your girlfriend, you scowled at her.

“i don’t know why you’re laughing, i’ve seen you gay panic way worse around jimin.” you shot back, while minjeong flipped you off.

lara giggled at the interaction, placing a kiss on your neck and walked around to the passenger side. you both got in the car and the drive to minjeong’s place began. you’d be taking her home first before making your way to your place with lara.

after dropping minjeong and starting the route to go home, you glanced to look at the indian girl, who busied herself with looking through stories on instagram. you placed a hand on her thigh, tapping twice to gain her attention.

“are you sure you wanna come with me? the girls and i have to be there an hour before.” you asked, double checking if it was still alright with her.

“yes, i’m sure.” she looked up, locking her phone and lifted her arm to place it behind your head, nails softly scratching the lower part of it. “i want to be there for you.”

lara was an extremely supportive girlfriend, which you were grateful for. even back when you were just friends she gave you her full support, coming to a few band practices and going to all your shows. it was one of the reasons you fell in love with her, among many others.

“okay.” you said quietly, sending her a grateful smile and continued the drive home.

“and now, introducing fallen angel!”

the loud cheers of the crowd had your adrenaline rushing as you stepped out onto the stage. you walked over to your positioned spot, eyes searching for lara in the dimly lit place. finally catching her gaze, she waved and blew you a kiss, your smile so wide it hurt your cheeks.

“woo!” the scream came from daniela, who sat to the left of lara at the round table.

yunjin chuckled as the clapping and cheering died down. she reached up to hold the mic, her raspy voice echoing through the speakers.

“hello, we are fallen angel, and we’ll be doing a cover of about a girl by nirvana.”

the crowd erupted in shouts once again, a few loud whistles here and there. when everyone settled down, yunjin did the count down in her head, then began strumming her guitar. she and minji were on vocals, with you playing the bass and minjeong on drums.

the crowd was hyped as the song played, all four of you feeding off of their energy. you smiled when you caught lara staring, feeling your heart hammer in your chest against your ribcage. you weren’t sure made you more nervous, playing in front of all these people, or the look your girlfriend was giving you at that moment.

lara sang along to the lyrics, her upper body moving with the beat as she turned to face daniela, screaming along with her. her confidence in you swirled around in her chest. she was so unbelievably proud.

as the song began to end, she told the kats’ she’d be back soon, getting up from her seat and swerved through the people. minji thanked the crowd for their support, a couple more cheers being let out. their loud noises were still ringing in your eyes when the four of you walked to the side of the stage that was hidden from everyone.

as soon as you saw lara, you carefully placed down the bass and hugged her tightly, pressing her body against yours.

“you did so well, baby!” she rubbed your back as a sign of support. her mouth was by the shell of your ear, breath tickling you.

“thank you, my darling.” you mumbled into her hair, closing your eyes for a second as you basked in the comfort she brought. “i loved seeing you out there.”

lara leaned back, your arms still wrapped around your torso, cupping your cheeks. she smiled brightly, her pearly white teeth on display.

“and i will be at every show until the end.” she whispered, leaning in until you felt her lips on hers.

the indian kissed you with passion, adrenaline now coursing through her veins as well. her lips were soft like always, the lipgloss making them sweetly sticky, but you were used to it at this point. your hands gripped her, squeezing gently. she broke the kiss, her smile even wider than before and she pecked your lips a couple more times before pulling away completely.

“ugh, you guys make me sick.” minji commented, taking a sip of water from her water bottle.

minjeong hummed in agreement, sitting on a chair that was off to the side, her legs stretched out. yunjin, who was busy packing her guitar in its case, turned to face the rest of the group.

“tell me about.” she quipped, tucking her dark blue hair behind her ear.

lara turned around in your arms, her smile now turning into one of amusement. she raised her up arm up until her hand reached your neck, hanging it loosely as she gripped the back.

“sorry, which one of us has a girlfriend again?” you asked rhetorically, knowing that yunjin still had yet to make a move on her crush.

she grumbled under her breath, harshly zipping the guitar case closed. yunjin walked off after that, stomping her feet on her way out. you snickered at her antics, always taking the opportunity to tease her about her single status, even though you knew without lara you would probably still be in the same situation as yunjin.

minji pulled a jacket over her shoulders, ready to leave as well. “i still don’t get how you two happened.”

“me neither.” you said, looking down at lara with an adoring gaze. she could easily see the love in your eyes, and it made her feel warm all over. “but i’m lucky to have her.”

the redhead felt her heartbeat stutter at your words, her own eyes shinning with deep affection for you.

“mh, you’re all mine.” she told you, her voice low. she kissed you once again, before stepping away from you, her hand falling from behind your neck. your arms unwrapped around her, intertwining your fingers together once she turned around to face you again.

“let me pack up real quick and then we can go, okay?”

she nodded, giving your hands a squeeze before walked away. your hands lingered together, outstretched until she was out of your reach.

you picked up the bass that was leaning against the wall and placed it in its case, zipping it up and slinging it over your shoulder. bidding a goodbye to the two other girls, you looked for lara in the mass amount of people. spotting her with her group of friends, you wandered over to her. before you could reach her though, a girl stepped in front of you, blocking the sight of your girlfriend.

“you were really good out there.” she grinned, the corner of her mouth curving upwards.

“uh, thanks.” you told her, accepting the compliment with gratitude.

her eyes trailed down your body, the black and red jersey you wore hanging baggy on you. the girl ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it and tilted her head to the side. she thought you looked unbelievably hot.

“i’m haewon,” she introduced herself, hand outstretched for you to shake. you took it gently, letting go after a second. “it’s nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you too, haewon. my name is yn.”

she chuckled at your words, her voice dropping an octave. “oh, i know. i’ve seen you play before, one of my friends knows you from your school.”

haewon trailed a finger down your chest, but you didn’t pay any mind to it. you glanced over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of lara but the voice of haewon gained you attention.

“tell me, yn, have you ever written a song about someone before?” she questioned, her eyes quickly glossing over your lips.

“a couple, but i’m not sure if they’re good enough.” you told her honestly, holding onto the strap of the black case.

her hand dropped, and she stepped closer. you didn’t think anything of it, being completely oblivious to the tone of her voice.

“sounds like you don’t have the right motivation.” she leaned up, looking into your eyes. “if you want, i could be your muse.”

she was flirting with you, but you didn’t know that.

the oblivious look on you face made this even more fun for her. you were like an untrained puppy, being clueless to her intentions with you.

as you were about to respond, saying you already had one, lara came into view from behind haewon, her eyes sharp and filled with a fiery twinkle.

she’d noticed the shorter girl leaning closer from where she was with the girls, not even letting sophia finish her sentence before she was stalking over towards you. her jaw was clenched, feeling her body light up with jealousy and the territorial thoughts began to spiral.

“there’s my girl.”

she wrapped an arm around you waist, gripping tightly. yours immediately went over her shoulders, smiling down at her with a lovesick look. haewon was forgotten about in your mind, all your focus on the girl under your arm. lara’s mind, however, was screaming with foul words that she wanted to spit out at the dark haired girl.

she wanted to make her crumble, because who was she to flirt with you?

“oh hey,” you beamed, and lara tried not to rip a whole through your jersey with her nails when you gestured to the girl in front of you. “this is haewon, she’s a fan of the band.”

haewon fixed her stare on lara, eyeing her up and down. she gave a sickly sweet smile, waving.

the indian didn’t bother with politeness, a fake smile taking place on her lips. in a demanding tone, she barked at her. “back off.”

her fingers dug into the jersey, strongly pressing them against your side. you furrowed your eyebrows at her behavior, confused on why she was acting like. haewon was nice, thinking that she didn’t deserve the crude treatment.

“woah, lara,” you shot her a look, but she didn’t take her eyes off haewon, glaring at her. “i’m sorry, uh— again, it was nice meeting you.”

haewon didn’t give your girlfriend the satisfaction off backing down, shamelessly looking you over while lara tried to control her temper.

“likewise. i’ll see you around, yn.” haewon said, turning away from the two of you.

hearing your name falling from her lips, lara could feel her sanity slipping away. she was so close to tackling haewon, but the strong hold you had on her weighed her down. once the other girl disappeared into the crowd, you looked at lara with genuine confusion.

“what was that?”

she faced you, taking her arm away from your torso, and crossed her arms. “she was being way too friendly with you.”

“huh? but she was only talking to me.” you stated, thinking over the interaction in your head. your words caused lara to scoff.

god, lara hated how oblivious you were sometimes.

“i saw it, she touched you. leaning in close to you like she was about to kiss you.” her voice shook, the image of haewon’s finger on your chest burned into her mind. it only fueled her rage more, wanting to walk over to the girl and tell her off. “i’m the only person who gets to do that.”

now realizing how lara was feeling and the reason behind her behavior, you sighed. “baby—”

she cut you off with a light shove. it wasn’t forceful, but it was enough to have you stumble back, falling onto a chair that was placed at the bar, the case of the bass slid off your shoulder, it now being beside and you slipped the strap off completely.

the chair at the bar was one of those high stools, which made it easy for lara to step in between your legs as you widened them to make space for her.

the look in her eyes made you fearful, not that you were scared of her, more so of what she could do when she was like this. it definitely wasn’t the first time she’d been so possessive with you.

“listen very closely to me…” she started, her hand gripping your chin harshly. the many rings on her fingers were cold against your skin as you craned your neck upwards.

lara’s eyes were filled with a dark look, her jealousy getting the best of her.

“i don’t care what she said to you. you are not to talk to her again, you hear me?” you nodded at her words, the grip she had on you tightening.

despite lara being aware of your faithfulness, you still felt as if you had to reassure her. “you know i only have eyes for you.”

she chuckled. “i know that, but other people don’t. and i fucking hate to see them trying to take what’s mine.”

there was no denying how hot she looked right now, but you didn’t voice your thoughts as to not wanting to upset her further.

you brought her closer by the waist, squeezing them to let her know you understood. lara peered over at you, leaning down until she captured your lips in a rough kiss. her tongue danced over your lower lip, wanting access to your warm cavern. her tongue flicked over yours, all around the inside of your mouth. her hand moved away from your chin, up your jaw and behind your ear until both hands were in your hair where she tugged cruelly. lara used them to pull you away from her, smirking devilishly at your flushed state.

you were breathless, feeling lightheaded from the angry kiss. your heart was beating rapidly, body temperature rising. the place suddenly felt hot, and the jersey wasn’t helping either.

lara ran her thumb over your bottom lip, the color red and bruised.

“let that be a reminder of who you belong to.”

possessive lara pls save me 🙏🏼 hope y’all enjoyed, i’m taking a much needed nap now.. but sophia imagine coming up soon!

#katseye #gxg #katseye imagines #lara raj #lara x reader #girlgroup

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authortelevision · 25 days ago

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

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♯┆arthurtv slow burn, bach and arthur podcast

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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Chapter Four ₊˚⊹♡

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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