Dear Jealousy
Hudson Williams x Reader
n/a: english is not my first language, sorry TT. I don’t have anyone to read these things lol.
Summary: Jealousy stops feeling like a joke when your boyfriend’s on-screen chemistry with his co-star starts hitting a little too close to home. Hudson, however, is determined to remind you exactly where his heart belongs.
Warnings: none, just fluff
non-gendered reader!
Hudson madly in love, lots of cuddling and soft affection. Connor mentioned a lot. Fluff and plenty of pet names.
Word count: 1.6K
Saying you were jealous of the co-star—and now best friend—of your boyfriend stopped being a joke. Every interview, every fraction of closeness made you rethink your life choices and your time dating Hudson. Connor and Hudson had started to be a pain in your ass.
Connor liked getting under your skin, doing everything in his power to touch Hudson, taking every opportunity to be close to him on screen, kissing your boyfriend more than necessary. And don’t even get started on the sex scenes, the ones that made you rethink the chemistry between the two men instead of all the time you had spent dating Hudson.
You were lying in bed, watching interviews of your boyfriend and Connor. The way they got extra freaky made you feel like you were in a polygamous relationship between your boyfriend and your boyfriend’s boyfriend. You were watching one interview while waiting for your boyfriend, who was with Jimmy Fallon. You didn’t hear the door opening or the footsteps getting closer to the bedroom until you felt the heavy weight on the bed and a pair of arms wrapping tightly around your waist.
You locked your phone and looked down. The black suit, those glasses—he looked hot. Too precious and handsome.
“You’re still watching interviews?” he asked in a low, slightly raspy voice. A voice you always loved to hear.
“Yes,” you murmured. You turned to look at Hudson for a brief moment before deciding to take off his glasses and place them on the nightstand. “In fact, I’m surprised you didn’t come with Connor. I’m pretty sure you’d let him join us in bed.”
Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow at your remark. His grip around your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to his chest.
“Jealous, sweetheart?”
His voice was low as he leaned closer to your ear, his breath fanning against your skin in a way that sent goosebumps all over your body. “You know you’re the only one I have eyes for.”
You sighed in annoyance, avoiding his gaze. “I’m practically the third wheel at this point. I didn’t know I had to share you with your new boyfriend.”
You sat up on the bed, frustrated—not because of him or Connor, but because Hudson was getting very famous, very touchy with Connor, while you were dating in private, preferring to keep every part of your relationship hidden. You knew from the beginning how intense fans could be, how they would keep insisting that the two men were really dating. You knew Hudson was bisexual, and you trusted him, but this was getting too much for you to handle.
Hudson let out a soft sigh. His grip on your waist loosened slightly as he moved to sit beside you, turning so he could face you directly.
“You know how this industry is, sweetheart.” He reached out, taking your hand in his and running his thumb over the back of it in a soothing gesture. “Connor and I have to act a certain way in public to keep the fans happy. It doesn’t change the fact that I love you. You’re the only person I want to be with.”
Hudson leaned closer, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek gently. He met your gaze with deep sincerity.
“I know it must be hard to see us act like that on camera, but I promise you—it’s all just for show. My heart belongs to you, and only you. Always.”
His grip on your hand tightened slightly as he searched your eyes, trying to read your expression.
“I don’t know…” you murmured as you lay back on the bed, turning away from him, trying to avoid his gaze. Too many thoughts crowded your mind, making it hard to think clearly without feeling angry.
He followed you, rolling onto his side beside you. One hand stayed on your waist, trying to keep you close.
“Hey… talk to me.” His voice was softer now, laced with concern. Hudson could feel the tension and anger coming from you, but he wanted to understand what was really going on inside your mind. “I know you’re upset, sweetheart. Just tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
“I have a lot of things inside…”
He scooted closer, wrapping his arm around your waist again, holding you against his chest. One hand ran up and down your arm in a comforting gesture. “Take your time, baby. Tell me.” His voice was soft and patient as he waited for you to gather your thoughts.
“What if, after some time, you start to get feelings for him? I feel like you’re spending more time with him than with your real girlfriend…” You knew you were being pathetic, maybe even acting toxic, but it was an unconscious feeling and you needed to say it out loud.
He immediately shook his head, his grip tightening slightly.
“No, that won’t happen.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for doubt. He shifted, leaning over you, catching your gaze.
“You’re the person I love, sweetheart. Connor is just a friend and a co-star. You’re the one I want to be with. Nothing will change that.”
Hudson propped himself up on one arm, his other hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
“As for the time we spend together, I know things have been crazy with filming and promotions. But I promise you, sweetheart, once things settle down, you’ll have my full attention.” His thumb gently stroked your cheek, his eyes full of sincerity.
“You promise?” you murmured softly as you listened to him. Your heart still ached, but you were glad you had talked about it—because those jokes about your jealousy had stopped being jokes.
He nodded, his grip tightening just a little. “I promise.”
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“You’re the most important person in my life, sweetheart. Nothing is going to change that. I want you to believe me when I say it.”
His fingers brushed through your hair gently as he held your gaze, his expression a mix of sincerity and concern. He shifted closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel neglected, or like I’m spending more time with Connor than with you. It’s just the nature of the industry. But it doesn’t mean my feelings for you have changed. They’re just as strong—if not stronger.”
His hand continued to move up and down your back, trying to soothe you.
“It’s okay… it’s just my mind playing dirty,” you whispered. It was the only thing you could say.
His grip relaxed slightly as he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead, his hand stroking your hair.
“No, it’s not. Making you feel like this isn’t okay. You’re my girlfriend, and you should be the most important person in my life.” Hudson’s voice was genuine and apologetic.
He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so you rested on his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, his hand running through your hair.
“I love you, sweetheart. More than anything.” His heart hammered beneath your ear.
You buried your face in his chest, searching for safety and comfort, loving your boyfriend more than anything. “I love you too, baby…”
His arms tightened around you, holding you close as the tension slowly melted away.
“I’m sorry for making you feel like this,” he whispered.
“You’re too important to me. I never want you to doubt my feelings.”
He continued running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, leaving soft kisses on the top of your head before lifting your chin and pressing a brief, tender kiss to your lips.
You stayed curled up against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, letting it ground you. Hudson’s hand kept moving slowly through your hair, absentmindedly, like it was the most natural thing in the world to soothe you that way.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice quieter, almost shy.
“Hey,” he murmured.
You lifted your head slightly to look at him. “Yeah?”
A small smile tugged at his lips, softer than the confident one he showed on cameras. The one only you ever got to see.
“How about this weekend,” he said, brushing his thumb gently under your eye, “no interviews, no promotions, no Connor, no fans. Just us. I’ll turn off my phone if I have to.”
Your heart fluttered at his words. “You would do that?”
“For you?” he chuckled softly. “Always.”
You smiled for the first time that night, really smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. It was slow and tender, full of reassurance instead of urgency.
“I just want you,” you whispered. “That’s all.”
He smiled back, brighter now, wrapping his arms around you and rolling slightly so you were both tangled together under the covers.
“And you have me,” he replied. “Completely. Off camera. No pretending.”
You laughed softly when he pressed a trail of playful kisses along your cheek, making you squirm.
“Hudson,” you warned, trying not to smile too hard.
“What?” he asked innocently, kissing the corner of your mouth. “I’m just reminding my girlfriend how loved she is.”
You finally gave in, laughing as you hid your face in his neck. “You’re impossible.”
“And you adore me,” he teased.
You sighed happily, nodding. “Yeah… I really do.”
He pulled the blanket up around you both, tucking you closer against him, his chin resting on top of your head.
“Get some rest, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Tomorrow, it’s just you and me.”
Wrapped in his warmth, his arms secure around you, the doubts slowly faded away. For the first time in days, your mind felt quiet.
Safe.
Loved.
Home.
