You and Miko have BEEN dating. Around two years ago you two decided to be public about your relationship. Fans have known you as her girlfriend for a long time and the vast majority adored your relationship. Both of you have your respective careers but this time around you get to join her on her tour being by her side through the whole process.
Miko was in the middle of her DnD tour, and you were with her. Different cities, different countries, endless hotel rooms that all blurred together. Most days you loved it. Today wasn’t one of those days. You woke from restless dreams to the world being loud outside your window but inside the room, you stayed curled in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling like your chest was packed too tight. Anxiety telling you today was already sour. If you were given a Patient health questionnaire today you would have circled number 3 on the, do you feel like something bad is going to happen section.
“Mi amor, are you almost ready? We have to- "Miko trails off comes into the room looking up from her phone to see you staring at the ceiling. “No, babe” you murmured, putting your hands over your eyes. “I don’t want to go….” you pouted, Miko didn’t even pretend to accept that answer. Rounding the bed to your side. She turned, returning your pout, and before you could react, she pulled you straight out of bed like you weighed nothing. “Miko!" You laughed despite yourself, squirming uselessly in her grip. “You’re coming with me. We are moving hotels, so you don't even have a choice." she said easily, arms locked around you. “How are you so strong? I’m like double you.”. You question jokingly She chuckled, holding you tighter against her chest. “And yet,” she said smugly, “I can still carry you like this. Nothing's gonna stop me from carrying you like the baby you are.” She nuzzled into your neck, warm and familiar, before you finally sighed “Babe… all the people though. I just don’t know if I can handle people today.”. That made her pause. She set you down gently but didn’t let go, hands firmly on your waist thumbs rubbing slow circles like she was anchoring you to the floor. “I know,” she said softly. “It’s exhausting. But I’ll be right there with you. Just soundcheck and maybe a few meet-and-greets. Pleaseee, for me?” making her voice higher at the end like a kid would when asking for something. You hesitated for half a second. “You’re sooo lucky I’d do anything for you.” Her face lit up instantly. She kissed your forehead, fingers intertwining with yours. “Esa es mi nena! Let’s get you ready.”
You pulled on comfy pants and one of her tour hoodies. It's soft, oversized, and safe. Miko watched you with that quiet fondness she got when she saw you in her clothes. “You look adorable,” she said. “My little tour buddy.” she jumps up wrapping you in her arms. Miko's phone dings drawing Miko's attention “Oki ma, our car is here but we need to put our luggage by the door to be taken to our other hotel while we are gone” she says as she breaks away from you to push luggage to the door, letting you pack your bag. "Why are we changing hotels again?” you ask Miko as you stuff clothes back into your bag "Fans found out our hotel and mari is telling me there's a bit of a crowd outside” Miko says calmly as she takes your luggage from you after you finish zipping it. You Huff dropping to sit on the edge of the bed. “Ok, ready?” she said walking to you with her hand extended to you. You nodded, taking her hand when she asked if you were ready. Miko pulled you from sitting to standing bringing your hands to her chest looking in your eyes. when your hands shook. She noticed immediately, kissing the back of your hand, grounding you with steady warmth. “If it gets too much,” she whispered, “we leave. No questions.”. “No, I'd feel bad,” you admitted quietly. “This is your moment, your job, your life, and I feel like I'll ruin it.” confessing your fears to Miko. She cupped your face, seriously now. “No. You're never ruining anything. You're my anchor, remember?” Miko reassured and you nodded your head in her hold, blinking back tears as she held you until your breathing steadied. Sliding an arm around your waist “we ready?” Miko asked, searching your eyes for lingering doubt.
you let her lead you from your room through the hotel hallways. Miko squeezes your hand reassuringly, her thumb stroking your knuckles. She whispers “Just remember, I'm right here. And you can hide behind me if needed."." what a gent” I tease her as we meet her team by the elevator packing into the small space. The elevator doors close, Miko positions herself slightly in front of you protectively. Her assistant hands her a water bottle, and she passes it to you first, you shake a hand at her declining her offer. Understanding you she keeps the bottle but doesn't move away from her protective stance. Her assistant whispers something about the crowd being larger than expected. Miko tenses slightly but maintains her calm demeanor for your sake. The elevator dings as it reaches the ground floor. Stepping into the hotel lobby Mikos security is waiting as through the window you can see your van surrounded by fans. “Is Mari joining us at some point or is she there already?” I whisper to Miko as guards join us at our sides ushering us towards the van. Miko glances out the window, then shakes her head subtly “She's already at the venue. But she'll be backstage with you while I perform.”
She pulled you in front of her and into her side as she guided you carefully toward the waiting van, keeping her voice low. As we leave the hotel the fans erupt as we try to get through the crowd and into the van. The security forms a tight barrier, but the fans are pressing in from all sides. Screams of "Miko!" and "Y/N!" fill the air. Someone shoves a marker and paper at Miko through the barrier. Miko keeps you tucked close to her side, her arm firmly around your waist as she moves swiftly. Trying to get to the van as quickly as possible. Fans screamed, surged, pressed forward as security struggled to keep a path clear. Miko’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist as she moved fast, practically lifting you into the van when you reached it, the doors slammed shut. You burst out laughing “That was more than I thought.”. Miko, although surprised at your laugh, laughed too, though tension still clung to her shoulders “That was just the start. The venue will be worse. But you handled that well.”. The van speeds through the streets, heading toward the stadium. Miko watches you watch the crowd, her eyes softening.
Her phone buzzes again with more notifications. She sighs and silences it. "You know you shouldn't ignore those" you say catching her in her bad habit "Mari always asks me why you never look at your phone”. She makes a face at being caught, then pouts slightly “I know, I know. But I prioritize you over work updates. Mari can wait.” She looks at her phone screen, then groans “she's spamming me now.”. “Miko you should answer them, think of me later you're working right now” you say softly. She looks conflicted, but nods reluctantly. She unlocks her phone and starts responding to Mari's messages. “Fine. But you're more important than any work right now.” She types quickly, glancing at you every few seconds as if to reassure herself, you're still there. “I'm not going anywhere you can do your job. I'm here to support you doing your job” you reassure her. Her shoulders relax a bit more at your words. She sends one last message and puts her phone down, giving you her full attention again. "I know you are. And I appreciate that more than you realize.” She leans her head on your shoulder briefly before straightening up as the stadium comes into view. “My point is you can pay attention to your work and I understand, you can be on your phone and I'm not going to think it's more important” you say feeling like she needed a little more reassurance. She nods, understanding your point. She reaches for her phone again, but keeps it in her lap this time, checking it while also staying engaged with you. "Okay. But I'll still check in with you regularly. Deal?” ”Deal” you smile. She squeezes your hand again, now with both hands free. The van stops at the entrance to the stadium. Miko's team is waiting there, Mari waves at you both through the window to catch your attention. “You were right this crowd is way bigger” you say looking out the van window.
Security reaches the van doors. Miko takes your hand with a very strong hold. ” I need you to stay close to Mari and I.” Mari opens the van door, and the sound of fans fills the air. As you two step out of the van you follow Miko as she pulls you along by your hand as guards form a circle around you. Mari and Miko at the front with you slightly behind them forming a triangle in between the guards. At first, you were moving through the crowd until there was a shift in the crowd leaving the fans pushing in, guards unable to keep them at a good distance. Pushing through the crowd our group huddle gets stretched out leading to your hold on Miko being more of a reach, barely able to keep your grip. When the crowd surges is when everything went wrong. All it took was an arm breaching from the ocean of hands seizing your hood, their fingers tangling painfully in your hair as they pulled you backward into the mass of bodies. The sight of you being yanked back probably looked comedic at the amount of momentum behind the pull. The world tilted, noise swallowing you whole. Before you could fully process it or even panic you felt arms around you firm and protective. A security guard swooping you up, breaking you free and shielding you while chaos roared around us, many fans gasping trying to back up. The guard still holding you, legs dangling as you are now airborne in his grip.
Miko whipped around as soon as she felt your grip break, heart slamming into her ribs. The absence hit her before her brain could catch up. Her voice cut through the noise like a blade “Y/N!” panic flooding her limbs as she searched the crowd. The increased commotion of the crowd fed into Miko's anxiety. Nothing. No hoodie. No familiar face. Just bodies pressing forward. Her breath came too fast. Trying to push back into the crowd “No- wait,” she snapped, but security had already locked onto her, hands firm, voices urgent. “Keep moving. We’ll get her. She’s-” “what? What do you mean get her, where did she go?!” Miko interrupts "She's with another guard.” That wasn’t good enough. That would never be good enough. “I need to see her,” Miko said, voice shaking despite herself. “You don’t understand….” Miko was ushered into the venue knowing they would not let her into the crowd. When the big metal doors closed the crowd's noise practically disappeared yet her panic spiked, security tried to bring her to the green room.
When you made it into the building you were initially brought to the medic. “You okay miss?” you're asked by the guard who has yet to put you down until you reach the small medic booth. “I umm, I think so?” you say as you run a hand over your head as you are finally set down on the medics table. “Thank you uhhh” you hold a hand out to him ”Denis” he gives you his name as he shakes your hand/ slightly daps you up "Thank you Denis” you show your appreciation followed by a small smile. The medic quickly starts looking you over asking many questions you're not even sure you know how to answer. You see Denis over the medics shoulder speaking into his earpiece but staying near. Not sure what he was saying but it seemed to travel fast as within minutes you heard a commotion down the hall. Making out the echos down the hall you recognized mikos fast pasted spanglish You usually only hear when she is not having it. Knowing that as soon as Mari knew where you were Miko would too. Mari joined in here and there. It seems someone was telling her she should calm down and it would be easier if she stayed in the green room. As she rounded the corner you couldn't help yourself as you rushed to your feet “Miko!” you practically shout fast walking to her.
Her head snaps towards your voice “oh thank god” she leaves Mari and the worker in her dust as she rushes to embrace you. Miko's arms encasing you into her warmth, holding you through slight trembles like she might lose you again. Her hand moving to cradle the back of your head as you hold each other in silence for what felt like an eternity but in reality was only a couple minutes before miko starts gushing to you “I should’ve held tighter. I shouldn’t have put you behind me. I should’ve known better.” pulling away to hold your face smoothing your hair “are you okay? Did they hurt you?”. Holding her forearms as you nod in her hands “yes im good,” looking into her eyes noticing the color gone from her cheeks your hand moving from her arm to the middle of her chest just below her collar bones “Baby im going to need you to breath for me alright your turning pale.” she puts a hand over yours as she works on her breathing. “It was just a hair pull, they had my hood mainly.” you say trying to reassure her not expecting her to take hold of the hem of your hoodie and the hem of your undershirt before striping you of the hoodie “no more of this then” handing the hoodie of to mari “I need to put you in bubble rap or something” miko notices the medic behind you practically walking you backwards making you sit on the table again so the medic could finish, miko thanking her. “This is Denis, He had me almost instantly, I didn't even touch the ground he was that fast.” You say motioning to the body guard. Miko turns to him, thanking him profusely, shaking his hand while Mari talks to him about what happened. The medic finished looking at you, determining that other than potential whiplash everything looks just fine. She had given you the same pain medication and an ice pack. You could tell miko felt instant relief at hearing those words come out the medics mouth.
You and miko returned to her green room after the medic as she wanted you right by her side. Mari had entrusted you with making sure Miko calmed down and didn't do anything she shouldn't while she had many important calls to make after the earlier events, both knowing how Miko can get swept up in emotion. Trying to get her to start her preshow stretches was proving harder than you thought as she just wanted to pace as she let all her thoughts spell once again. She was bouncing from one thought to another at first. It started as how it was possible for her and security to have this happen to who the fan was and how dare they then to how to prevent this to her at one point saying no more coming on tour with her which you definitely weren't going to let slide. “Ok Miko, enough of that.” you caught her off guard with this as your voice came out more stern than you had realized. “Baby im right here with you and im okay, things happen,” you say bringing your hand to cup her cheek “alright?” miko zoning in on you as you speak “yea Alright But-” miko trailing off as she comes down from her spiral “I just need you safe. I mean I promised to keep you safe and,” she slows her sentences as her voice breaks “and I Just feel like I-” moving her hand in front of herself like a fan before resting her head on your shoulder “Like I failed, failed myself and your family but I really failed you and know im crying to you about it, God...” she half sobs into your shoulder. “Oh honey” you bring your hands up her back “you didn't fail you didn't know this was going to happen and yes scary but I only have a small headache.” miko cutting you off bringing her head off your shoulder to look at you “YOU HAVE A HEADACHE” back to trying to cater to your every need “yes like the medic said I might, but thanks to your team and security it's only a headache. It's ok to tell me how you feel, I'm your anchor remember.” say and take her hands as she soulfully nods along to your words. “And we can plan better for the future and all that but we can do that after the tasks at hand for tonight ok?” looking into your eyes at your words “I just hate to feel like I'm why you're hurt.” miko says. “Babes, you're not, let's get that out of your head ok. I know it's hard to feel that why do you remember how long it took you to convince me you were ok when I accidentally hurt your nose when we were-” miko cutting you off there, a smile breaking through her pouty face “ma, that was a collective effort I wasn't paying attent-” “exactly baby, we are both here together some times things get bumped right isnt that what you told me” miko smiling at your sentence as she looks at the ground thinking about what she had said “ok your right mi amor,” “I know…. And I have you smiling again.” miko giggles at that. “Well yeah, you're kinda really good at that” miko smiles as she runs her hands up your hips barely pushing past your shirt hem indirectly giving you the chills with her cold rings. “Ok handsy, im gonna need you to start getting ready before mari is the one who has me by the hair” Miko groans at that but does as told Starting her stretches and voice exercises before her sound check.
To Miko's dismay, the time for sound check rolls around with a knock on the door and a time warning from Mari. Miko wanted you to sit side stage so she could keep you close but Mari shut that down as she needed you to come with her to sort out what had happened. After the long talk and some paper work Mari took you to the side stage so you could catch the last bit of sound check. Although you had a mild headache you stood there with her watching miko perform knowing there was nowhere else you would rather be. When you started dating Miko you worried that there was going to be a disconnect between you and Miko's world. Your anxiety creeps in telling you you would be seen as a groupie or someone who was just there for what miko could give you. Being misunderstood was always a looming fear of yours so her world felt overwhelming. But when miko brought you around her people they welcomed you in, wanting to get to know who miko wouldn't stop talking about. Mari being Miko's manager but also like her sister she was more skeptical of you, yet you two hit it off. Bonding over silly things like favorite foods or your jobs but also the mutual care you have for miko.
“I feel like I messed up your night, made your job ten times harder.” you admitted quietly. Mari paused, then looked at me seriously. “I won't deny that it's been a lot of calls but it's not you. I don't think you wanted to be a human ragdoll.” Her tone holding humor like it was silly for you to even say that. “Yeah, not the highlight of my day.” You let out looking at your hand. “I just- sometimes I think me coming with her just creates drama for all of you.” Saying as you pick at your nails.
“Don’t ever think that. She’d choose you over any show. Always.” Mari reassures you. When Miko spotted me through the curtain, relief washed over her face so clearly it almost made me cry “you know you're important to her. She needs to see you happy and healthy. It's a part of her as a person. She cares for all of her people very deeply. I bet today has felt insane for you, yet I've seen you put her first all day. I know you and your imposter syndrome but you having that care for her proves you have a place here. At least it proves it to me.” turning your head to look at her “thank you, Mari. Really, I appreciate it.”
After sound check you were back in the green room sitting on the couch while Miko got her hair and makeup done. Usually you wouldn't join miko for her whole preshow routine as she likes having a moment completely alone but today she insisted you be in the room. Your phone had been misplaced after the events earlier so Miko gave you her switch to preoccupy you while she does her thing. You catch her gaze through the mirror now and again like she's monitoring you. “Do you need more ice?’ she said, catching your attention again concerned over the melted ice pack sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “No love, im fine” you say “it's really not a big deal I can just-””No Miko, if I have any more ice i’ll get a brain freeze. Babe I'm all good ive got my water and the hydration packet thing you got me. Really I'm all good.” you say cutting miko off. Miko goes to say something but is yet again interrupted by Mari coming in phone to her ear holding your phone out you you, the lock screen is full of notifications before another call comes through from your sister's. Miko's eyebrows raise as she sees the contact name. Standing up to answer the call in the hall you tell her to continue getting ready even though you know she wants to know what's happening. Miko watches you leave, turning back to the mirror after the door clicks shut. Not used to having to have you in her sight like this.
By the time you came back into the room, Miko was almost completely ready for the show. “Love? What was the call about?” Miko asked as her attention snapped to you once again. “Uhhh more or less my sister got a video of what happened sent to her when she was getting ready for her morning shift. She was pissed I wasn't answering and that she found out from someone else.” You confess to miko. “Fuck, I can almost hear her voice” miko said rubbing the tension from her forehead. “I saved you from her wrath this time but I can't help you next time you answer her call.” you say pulling her hand from her face. “Oh I'm going to get it.” she said in a sigh as if the thought of the conversation had taken her breath already. “Oh love you'll be fine I talked most of it out of her already, but I will be making a few texts before more calls come in.” you say with a laugh. She looks at you with a smile before pulling you close by your hands. Sharing each other's space to the point she angles her head back to look at you. “That's a great idea, it seems you have the brain cell right now.” she mutters through her smile before giving you a quick peck.
“Ok miss rockstar leave me your phone and ill text your people when you're on stage.” you say holding your hand out to her for her phone and reminding her of what time it is. “Uhhg fine here.” she twists to grab her phone from the table and hand it to you “dont lose mine thought.” she says with a smirk. “Dont worry, I don't plan on becoming a ragdoll again anytime soon.” you say returning the smirk she gave you which has now turned into more of a pout at your joke. Your moment being interrupted by a knock and a time reminder being yelled on the other side. “Oki baby, I gotta keep you on schedule.” you say pulling her from her chair. You take a seat on the couch once more as she walks towards the door before stopping and turning to you once again. ”Ok one more I promise.” miko rushes as she dips down to you to steal one last kiss before she goes. You swear you could hear her say “She's here, she's safe” to herself as turns back to the door and leaves.
Even with the day she had miko glows on stage. She always had even before you had met her she knew how to work a stage. When the lights go down and the crowd erupts it's not the fame, not the pressure but her passion that she carries onto that stage with her. Miko midway through the show read some signs and saw a few about you. She briefly addresses it saying you're fine then joking about “dont touch my girl” laughing while trying to act like a tough guy. As quickly as it started it ended, the stadium emptied fast as everyone wanted out and to their car. Surprising at how a place that can fill with energy and noise so fast can just empty.
Yet the energy backstage was still buzzing. People cheering and congratulating miko, her getting pulled from hug to hug. She still looks for you even when she is being pulled in every direction. Once she sees you you can see her face decompress from relief, she reaches you and wraps her arms around you as if she hasn't seen you all day. Even in a room full of people she still goes to you like you're the best thing in the world.
Later, after the congratulations die down and people clear out you two are in the back of a shuttle van again, Miko's arm resting on the seat behind your shoulders. A few of her team members in the van yet in the back it felt like you were alone. The silence you were sitting in breaks as you feel her shoulders start to shake behind you. “Miko?” you turn your head to her, her head lent back as she holds her eyes. “I- I let you go” she chokes out as her shoulders shake with her broken cries. You sift in your seat to rest against her side putting your head back on her shoulder, her arm wrapping around you “You didn't let me go, I was pulled” you say in a soft voice as seeing her cry always makes you wanna cry. “I know, I know you were pulled and you were ok but it didn't feel like that.” miko explains through cracks in her voice. “God dammit" she sniffled harder behind you feeling her body shake. “I was on stage singing and dancing but all I could think about was you slipping from my hand.”
With that you couldn't help the tears from falling. The two of you in the back crying, holding each other in need of the simple comfort of holding your person close. Existing in the unexpected intimacy of crying with your partner. “You're also my anchor, ok, you're who comes to dance with me even if you don't want to, you let me ugly cry to you about my family even when you could say you told me so.” Talking through the tears that fall down your face and the growing pressure in your sinuses, you can't tell if you're crying in fear or in love anymore. “Loving you also gives me you! So I don't care if we slip sometimes.” you relax more into her body as she leans her head on top of yours as you let the tears you didn't know you had from the day fall in silence. The rest of the ride to the new hotel was like that, very little said but a few more tears. Their proximity easing each other's heartache.
This was a Hudson Williams edit but I had the most of shane so it turned into a shane edit but its done @zadzunny gave me the idea! I do have other edits on tic tok but idk if I should post thoes here.
Based off of Karol G's Contigo music video so you should watch it if you haven't:)
Low key gave up on editing so if its bad shh-
You had run in the same groups as Miko for a while now, starting when you first visited Puerto Rico doing some modeling shoots. During your short visits you tried to go out of your comfort zone and be social, leading to nights out with the people you had met in the industry. Parties and events where you and Miko passed like ships in the night never actually having an introduction. So when miko and her team were looking for a love interest for a music video your name was brought up right away. The first time you properly met Young Miko, the air smelled like linen and hairspray. You were standing barefoot on warm concrete, a silk button-down fluttering against your skin while a camera crew buzzed around you. Someone adjusted your necklace. Someone else asked you to tilt your chin toward the light. You were used to this by now modeling gigs, acting roles, studio sessions stacked back-to-back. Your name was starting to move through rooms before you entered them. Still, this felt different. The PA’s had you follow them to the main set of the day. “Okay, love interest on set!”
She looked up from her phone as you walked in standing up from sitting on a practically bare mattress sitting on the floor under a large window. She looked effortless in that drop dead gorgeous way, like she knew exactly how much power she held and didn’t need to prove it. Her eyes met yours. Something clicked. She wore a red tank and low-rise jeans, tattoos peeking out on sun-kissed skin. No grand entrance, just a presence that bent the energy of the room toward her. She paused. Something flickered across her face curiosity, maybe recognition. She smiled.
“Hey,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Miko.” Her grip was warm. Steady. You noticed that immediately. “I know,” you replied, smiling back realizing you were just looking at her, you go to introduce yourself “I’m—” “Yeah……..I know who you are too.”” she interrupted gently, amused. ”I'm glad to formally meet you also that your team thought of me for this!” you play it cool showing your gratitude to her team. “You have Mari to thank for that, she's very good at highlighting her friends' talents.” Miko adds. A camera dolly traced lines on the concrete floor as the director got your attention to explain the first shot again two people enjoying each other's company, taking polaroids on the bed in the soft light coming through the windows.
“You’re the love interest,” the director said, gesturing to you. “This is about longing. Familiarity. A relationship that exists between two girls who are truly themselves.” You nodded, already slipping into character. You’d played lovers before. This was nothing new, yet you feel actually excited to film with her compared to the others. The director rubs her hands together before clapping “ok lets get started.”
The Appartment
The concept of the video is secret closeness, nights where you laugh hard enough to feel your abs. You lay beneath the table together, backs on the plush rug, sides brushing, shoulders pressed close. The camera shoots from above through the glass top, catching the light shing through the table onto you two, one hand resting casually on her knee… dangerously close to yours. You try not to think about how aware you are of her. She leans in hands shielding her face from the camera, whispering something only you can hear. “If you laugh, we ruin the shot.” You bite your lip to keep from smiling. The take is perfect. Behind the camera, someone mutters, “That wasn’t acting.”. Tone switching her standing on the bed with her camera while you posed for her camera, lounging off the side of the bed laughing, you take the camera taking some of her. The next shot is quiet. You stand still while Miko steps behind you, lifting a delicate necklace. Her fingers brush your neck as she fastens it, careful, slow. The camera zooms in on the gesture. Your breath catches not because it’s scripted, but because the intimacy caught you off gaurd. She leans close, voice barely above a whisper. “Cold?” “A little,” you admit. Her fingers linger for half a second longer than necessary. No one says anything.
Music blasting between takes, you and Miko dancing badly while the crew resets lights. The camera starts rolling, Director not wanting to pull anyone away from the moment. The director yells, “KEEP GOING.” She spins you once, laughing when you stumble. You grab her arm to steady yourself. So you do. Barefoot, laughing, bumping into each other. Iced tea in beer bottles adding to the scene. Leaning on each other laughing like friends do at inside jokes. Miko throws her head back, smiling, wide and unguarded. After resetting for different takes and angles you settled at a table where you toss snacks at each other, catching some in your mouth but missing most. Ending on your back on the floor surrounded by the many polaroids you had taken throughout the shoot.
THE KITCHEN FLOOR
The kitchen is blue tinted, unreal. You sit on the floor, head resting against the cabinet. Miko drops down beside you, leaning against the oven, chains clinking softly. She turns her head toward you as she sings, voice gentler here. At some point you were given fake stick and poke tools to make the illusion of giving her a tattoo sitting on the floor. The camera frames you, two bodies close, not touching, but clearly choosing to be there. Between takes, she nudges your shoulder with hers. “So are you familiar with stick and pokes?” you ask as you motion to her sleeves ”Not saying I haven't done them but…” she runs her hand up and down her arm “they definitely aren't my go to.” Miko laughs, a cheekyness lingering in her sentence.”ok smart-ass well how should I make this look real then?” you say with a slight grin. You two didn't realize the camera was still rolling as miko took your hand to demonstrate how you should look giving her the fake tattoo. The director smiling as she watched through the screen as you two giggle, you holding mikos arm and miko guiding your hand, she knows she's getting the perfect shot. A shot not coached but it didn't need to be as the point of the scene is two people learning each other and that was exactly what she was watching.
Filming wrapped for the day after this scene leaving a lingering tension between the two. Wiping the ink off her arm erasing the fake tattoo you had made. Having to get up and leave the set for the day feeling similar to when you were a kid dragging your feet having to leave your friends house. “ See you tomorrow then!” miko says, catching your attention. “Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow!" you say with a warm smile.
THE CAR
The call time was 5:30 a.m, the sun hadn’t risen yet and the morning chill lingered. You stood near the edge of the set, sipping lukewarm coffee while wardrobe clipped the back of your shirt tighter. The morning being the optimal time for today's scenes you silently wished they were filmed in the warmth of the night. Miko arrived and set a black jacket around her shoulders over her outfit for the day.
Miko sat on the passenger side window while you stood out the car's open sunroof, city lights blurring past. The director asked for silence just eye contact, tension, the feeling of silent admiration. Your hair blowing as the car drives down an empty street. Getting takes of both of you hanging out of the car, arms out, hands playing with the moving air, general scenes you would see in a coming of age movie.
Between takes, you sat together on the curb while lighting was adjusted. She kicked her sneakers against the pavement, “So,” she said, glancing at you sideways, a smile playing at her lips. “Singer, model, actor. Are you collecting titles or something?”
You laughed. “Only the ones that scare me. You know like exposure therapy for anxiety.” She nodded like she understood that deeply. “Can't tell if that's brave or senseless.” miko says in a humorous breath leaning back on her palms. “Is anything about our jobs logical?” You shot back at her, you can tell by the tensing in her eyebrows that she was pulled into thought by your comment “I see your point.”. PA calling you back to your places telling you it's final takes before moving locations.
The Bathroom stalls
The bathroom is clearly a set; it's polished, adult-styled. No lockers, no students, just tiled walls and cold Led lighting. Standing in a bathroom stall in a trendy looking outfit portraying you as a college student, cute makeup, hair done with cute little braids, and the necklace miko put on you yesterday now in your hand. The scene having you share each other's space more than the others yet you have to portray distance between you. Wordless stares, emotion heavy embraces, an overflow into an end between two people. Handing her that locket and leaving the stall felt real enough to make your hands clammy and heart drop. As miko films her solo scenes in the stall you stand off to the side with Mari watching intently. “I've never seen you look like this” Mari whispers to you, breaking you from your trance not realizing you had barely been breathing. “Uhh-what do you mean?” you say looking at Mari who was still watching “I mean on the monitors everything looks amazing, it looks real but even off camera you have come out of your shell already.” Mari replied slowly, turning her head to meet your gaze. “Mikos just made it easy I guess” you shrug.
It's the second time today you were being fuzzed over by the wardrobe department, makeup touch ups and products being added to create a dewy wet look for the next scene. You were sitting in the makeup chair zoned out looking in the vanity mirror where on the table sits skin tone underwear. You've used modesty garments before yet anxiety has crept in at the idea of standing in front of miko and the crew in what they have given you, even though what they have given you is closer to a swimsuit than actual modesty garments. So lost in thought over the clothes and the scene prior you didn't even notice Miko coming in to collect her wardrobe and get her makeup done. Miko was sitting in an adjacent makeup chair making conversation with the makeup artists thinking it was odd you hadn't joined the conversion yet. Miko motioned to your makeup artist as a way to ask if you were ok only getting a shrug in response. That answer concerning her she stares at you through the mirror catching on to what you had been zoned in on. “Hey babe are you good?” The nickname catches you off guard, eyes snapping up to meet hers in the mirror. “Oh uh yeah I'm fine.” You say swallowing the lump in your throat holding mikos eye contact feeling like she was waiting for you to confess something. Miko, not satisfied with your answer, gets up from her chair, her body leaning over you as she reaches to check the tags on your clothes. Your hand coming up to the forearm extended over you “what….are you doing” your voice trailing off as you speak. Her peppery citrus cologne sinking into your nose as she shares your space. Your hand never keeping a grasp on her arm as she slides it through your hold running her fingers from your palm to your fingertips at the end. Twisting in your chair looking over your shoulder as her hand leaves yours. She walks to the clothing rack behind you flicking through the hangers grabbing you a new pair that covers more. “Here if you're uncomfortable let them know ok” miko says, placing the new pair next to the old ones. You nod to her staying quiet. Miko sitting down in her chair again. “I like the smiley y/n I hope it helps me see her again.” she says as if those words couldn't stop the heart of most women. Turning back to the mirror everyone resumed what we were doing “everything good with you guys?” Miko checks in with the crew in the room as she gives her thanks to them as they have been very kind and accommodating. Watching her so effortlessly advocate for you without prying or making anyone else uncomfortable or pointing blame farther proved to you that her energy claimed a room. Miko held the most power on this set yet everyone was comfortable around her, she didn't need to prove she had power by holding it over anyone. You can't help but feel attracted to her when she so effortlessly takes care of those around her.
The Showers
The set is quiet when you step onto it. Being brought to your mark the whole crew buzzed around as rolling gets closer. You’re placed inside first. Very little fabric to defend against your Barefeet against cool tile, palms resting lightly on the ceramic. miko watches you through the monitor double checking how she wants everything to look. Miko steps into position on the other side of the small shower. The makeup team steps in again using the shower head to wet both of you down. Sitting down in the shower there's just enough room for you both with her legs on either side of you. Her boy shorts bunched where her hips meet her legs due to the angle her legs were at to accommodate you. The shower streamed over you, the water not cold but barely warm enough to not cause goose bumps but cold enough to not steam the camera. Her tough rapper persona softens here, not gone, just muted. She's mainly under the water, ruining over her face and through her hair. Trying to get all the active water shots in one go switching from take to take without much down time. If you two weren't close; you are now, foreheads pressed together close enough to feel her breath on your face, holding each other's faces close like if you let go your connection would unravel. Surprisingly you felt more intimate doing the takes where you weren't as close. Hands running with the water over your arms and legs, moving without thinking about it to brush water from her brow. Admiring how her tattoos looked when wet. Wondering how they would feel wrapped around you, to grip her forearms, how the inked skin would feel in your mouth. Shaking the thoughts from your head telling yourself the acting was just tricking your emotions. Letting your mind wander farther than you should. You were seeing a side of her she was playing for the camera. This was all staged vulnerability at the end of the day you didn't have the right to her like that. both your bare legs and backs pressed on wet tile as you sit together. You can see the emotion there, something flickering behind the confidence. Gaze unrelenting as if she’s trying to memorize your face. Between takes, Miko lends back immediately, giving you space. Keeping everything respectfully. “You okay?” she asks, low and sincere. “I couldn't ask for more.” you say in a low voice as the sound bounces off the tile. Miko leans closer reaching to brush hair behind your ear. ”A life lived in fear is a life half lived” she says as her hand falls to the edge of my top. Casually residing a saying you were unfamiliar with. A shift in her expression a kin to the shift that happens when someone says something you didn't think they would believe. “Overcome fear, do not live with it.” Then her hand drops back to her lap. You feel like she knocked the air out of your lungs with that statement. Taken aback by how little it takes for her to have an affect you.
Having to get back to filming this time Without the running water you repeat many of the same moments getting a different version of the same scenes. While the new moments you film don't lack the warmth of the previous ones, just the semi lukewarmth of the water. You sat with her in your embrace, your hands resting on her back, your cheek in the crook of her neck. It felt like the aftermath of a sobering shower.
Cut.
No one moves for a second.
“Jesus,” someone mutters quietly behind the monitor.“Your shaking” Miko looks at you and the growing goosebumps on your shoulders “so are you”. She leans back motioning to a crew member for the large towel off to the side. She wraps the towel around the two of you while waiting for a robe and more towels to dry off from the shower. “Better?” She asked you, smiling as she tugs the towel over your arm. “Yes, better” you take hold of the edge of your towel feeling giddy from how caring she is.
The Club
This is the last shoot of the video.
The set lit in low light, packed with extras, lights flashing in blues and greens. Music thumps through the floor. You’re placed in the crowd first. Getting acquainted with the extras you were to be “partying” with in the shot. The energy is high, messy, alive. The easy part of this whole moment was the dancing and acting as if you were at a club with your friends. Going for a time skip moment where two past lovers come together again at a club. Miko watched from a platform across the dance floor. The warmth of the room paired with the fun club outfits a vast opposition to the wet cold tile of the bathroom. The director takes her time getting each solo shot just right capturing the high energy club but conveying the longing and connection between you two. Miko making her way towards you in the crowd felt like a thousand years and seconds all at once. She is pursuing you and all you can do is watch. Playing naive to the woman's burning gaze on you. You can hear your heart beat in your ears and swear you can feel her breath on you from here. Miko made her way through the crowd of sticky bodies, lights flashing, the air humid. A spinning light behind Miko making her look like a lighthouse. Miko trying to be smooth when she reaches where you're at, her head turned away from you as she slides behind you. Her hand finds your hip first then her head finds the side of your neck right after. You're lost in the music as she dances pressed against your back. Her hand on your waist sent heat straight up your spine. She moves to the front of you, turning you the rest of the way to be fully looking at you with the same gaze she had in the kitchen, the apartment, and the bathroom but now holding a longing as if you two truly had taken a break. Wordlessly your dancing had continued Miko's nose now inches away as you two shared the space before you two caved and pressed your foreheads together. When you leaned your forehead against hers, the world narrowed to her breath, her scent, the way her thumb traced circles into your skin like it belonged there. Hands exploring each other's arms and necks like the skin to skin contract proved you were truly real and back in her hold. When the director has you do the scene again the emotion never fades; it's the same stares, the same hands that find their place on a hip or a face. She looks at you for a moment longer than necessary, something thoughtful crossing her face. Then she steps back, professionalism snapping into place.
That’s a wrap.
The response was immediate and overwhelming.
Fans latched onto you and your softness, your presence, the way you seemed to ground Miko onscreen. Edits flooded social media. Comments speculated endlessly.
THE CHEMISTRY???
This chemistry is insane.
Put her in every video.
OMG! New ship!
They don’t look like they’re acting.
WHO IS WITH MIKO?
Why is she here?
THEY BETTER PUT THEM IN ANOTHER VIDEO OR ELSE.
She needs to leave my girl alone.
Miko texted you late that night.
They're saying we need you as my main girl.
wow I Guess the fans are my new agent
Seems I have a muse now ;)
worth it
That was how it became normal to talk every day.
More videos followed.
Each one layered with slightly more intimacy—brushing shoulders, shared laughter between takes, whispered conversations when no one else was listening. You told yourself it was just friendship. But you noticed how your heart sped up when she smiled at you across a crowded room.The way Miko would almost text you at 2 a.m. and then delete it. The way you’d sit in your apartment replaying her laugh from earlier that day like it was a song stuck on loop, thinking about the cold rush of adrenaline from how close she leans in while laughing. How you felt disappointed when filming wrapped and you wouldn’t see her for days.
The studio became your neutral ground. The room glowed low and amber, LEDs tracing the edges of the walls. Miko stood in the booth, headphones on, eyes closed as she recorded a verse. You sat on the couch, elbows on your knees, watching through the glass. She finished the take and stepped out, pulling the headphones down around her neck. “What’d you think?”
You hesitated. “That line?” She raised an eyebrow as you pointed to her handwriting. “It feels… fresh. When you sang it I could see you thinking about it.” She studied your face for a moment, then shrugged, trying for casualness. “Guess I’ve been inspired.” You smiled, but something twisted in your chest when, not long after, another artist walked in someone flirtatious and more outgoing than you, leaning too close to her, laughing a little too hard. You end up leaving the studio as you begin to feel silly thinking you could hold that space in her life that her lyrics could be for you. The tension snapped a few days later, you had been invited to Miko's party to show her friends her new music video.
This video had a different love interest. That was the plan. The label’s idea. “Variety,” they’d said. watching Miko with the artist from the other day, Her hands on her waist.
She noticed you immediately. Her jaw tightened, her eyes flicking to you. You were sitting on her couch with Mari trying your best to breathe normally. Your feelings from the studio night bubbling up again, feeling stupid getting your hopes up that she could have eyes for you. You step out onto the front porch pretending you had to answer a call as you need air to compose yourself. The feeling of unrequited love is never one that's easy to shake. “Hey, you ok out here?” miko says behind you, making you jump. “Oh yeah I was just tak-” you start but she cuts you off by calling you on your bullshit “A call? Yeah Mari told me but you seemed off in there?”. You scoffed softly. “You’re the one who looked distracted, you were watching me instead of your video.” Silence stretched between you, heavy and charged. Finally, she exhaled. “I don’t like seeing you watch me like that.” Miko says eyes never leave yours. “Like what?” you fay innocens. “Like it hurts.” miko cutting you off again barely letting you finish your sentence.
You stepped closer. “Then why does it?” She didn’t answer right away. When she did, her voice was quiet. “You’ll have to tell me.” Miko crosses her arms. “I care about you,” you continued. “More than a friend. And I know that's not my place, so I felt stupid” looking from the ground to back at her you don't let her talk “No I know, I… I just couldn't lose you as a friend and I'm aware of how you date and I couldn't live knowing I was only a side chick and..” as you rant miko takes in your words be for she stops you “Stop…..stop your wrong” she's holding your shoulders now “ That song is about you.” All you can do is stare at her as she starts to pace “god I thought I was giving off the vibe I was down how could you think I never wanted you.” she mumbles to her self be fore abruptly stoping and turn to you be fore she said “Fuck it” waking to you taking your face into her hands “ Is this ok?” you nod and whisper”yes”. She kissed you firmly hands holding you like you were her precious thing. The kiss was hungry yet gentle and when you pulled away you were out of breath “Be With Me?” Miko asks, holding your face as you're connected at the forehead.
I have a young miko one shot loosely based off Karol G's "Contigo" music video that I was going to post for the anniversary of the music video, sadly I didn't finish it in time but it is on its way!
The air had that late-summer glow, warm enough to feel soft on your skin, but touched by the first hints of autumn. The horizon was gold, streaked with a kind of pink that made everything look like a memory in the making. You'd been nervous all day, not the bad kind, but the kind that made your heart flutter every time your phone buzzed.
It had taken weeks — months, really for your schedules to finally line up. A handful of near misses, rain checks, and text threads that started with "soon, I promise" had all led to this golden evening. When you reached the field, Erin was already there, her hair catching the sunlight like copper fire. She was laughing at something her dog was doing, a playful red mix named Murphy, who seemed determined to dig a hole to the center of the earth.
She spotted you before you said anything. That grin, the one that always looked like she was trying not to smile too wide appeared instantly. "Hey, you made it," she said, brushing a bit of hair out of her face. "Wouldn't miss it," you replied, trying to sound calm, though your heart was doing cartwheels. Murphy bounded toward you, tail wagging furiously, and you knelt to greet him. "He's already decided he likes you. That's a good sign." Erin laughed softly behind you. "Think so?" you said, glancing up at her. "Definitely. He's a great judge of character."
You started walking side by side through the field. The grass swayed around you, catching the fading sunlight, and for a while, it was just quiet birds in the distance, Murphy darting ahead, the soft crunch of boots on the dirt path. Every so often your arms brushed, just lightly, and each touch felt deliberate, even if it wasn't.
"So," you began, glancing sideways at her, "this counts as our first proper date, yeah?" She raised an eyebrow at your question, lips curving. "Depends. Are you saying all those hours on FaceTime and hanging out in my kitchen don't count?" "Those were... pre-date auditions," you said with a small smile. "This one's the real thing." She laughed, that low, warm sound that you'd missed more than you'd admit. "Good answer." "Sooo...." Erin said, glancing sideways with that teasing look you'd missed, "this is our big first date. Do you feel the magic yet?"
You grinned. "I don't know, the dog's kind of stealing the show." She gasped, pretending to be offended. "Excuse me? I planned this. I brought the sunset and everything." "Oh, right. You must have called in a favor with the weather gods." you say playing along with Erin. "Exactly. I have connections," she said with mock pride, nudging your shoulder. The touch lingered a little too long, and you felt that familiar flutter again. Breaking the tension Erin tossed a stick for her dog and watched him bound after it, her eyes lit up with affection. "He likes you, you know," she said, nudging your arm lightly. "He doesn't warm up to everyone this quickly." You smiled. "Maybe he can sense how nervous I am." She turned to look at you, really loo and her grin gentled. "You're nervous?"
"Maybe a little." You kicked at a tuft of grass, half-embarrassed, half-testing the waters. "It's been... a while since I've been this excited about something." Her expression softened even more, and you swore you saw a faint blush creep up her neck. "That makes two of us," she said quietly. The dog came barreling back then, dropping the stick triumphantly at Erin's feet and looking between you both as if demanding applause. You crouched down, laughing, giving him an enthusiastic scratch behind the ears before snatching the stick and darting away playfully.
"Oi!" Erin called, laughing as you ran. The dog barked joyfully, joining the chase. You looked over your shoulder she was running after you, hair flying, laughter spilling out of her in the kind of sound that made the whole field feel brighter. You slowed just enough for her to catch up, and when she did, she wrapped an arm around your waist from behind, catching you mid-step. The momentum spun you both in a dizzy circle, her laughter against your ear, her arm firm and warm. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to tilt — grass and sky blurring, the smell of summer and her perfume mixing in your lungs. When you steadied, she didn't let go right away. You were both breathless, laughing, temples close to touching. The air between you stilled, heavy with all the words you hadn't quite said yet. "You're trouble," she murmured, her voice soft but threaded with amusement. "Maybe," you said, turning over your shoulder to look at her, your pulse quickening. "But you're smiling."
"Can't help it," she said, eyes dropping briefly to your lips before darting back up again. The dog barked, breaking the moment just enough to make you both laugh again. "we should probably start heading back before it's too dark" you say her hand finding yours like it had always belonged there, you leaned against her shoulder as you walked back toward the path.
The laughter that earlier had echoed down the path now faded into a soft, charged silence. The world felt small, just the two of you, the fading light, the golden air around your faces. Murphy barked once in the distance, chasing something unseen, but neither of you looked away. Erin's thumb brushed your hand absentmindedly. "I'm really glad you came," she said quietly. "I've been wanting this for... a while." You felt the words settle in your chest like something precious. "Me too." The last of the sun slipped below the horizon, leaving only the soft blue of evening. You walked again, a little closer this time. Murphy trotted between you, content now, and Erin reached down to scratch behind his ears. When she looked up again, she smiled that same warm, almost shy smile. "Next time," she said, "I'll bring a blanket. We can stay after sunset."
"Next time?" you asked, teasing lightly. She nudged you again, gentler this time. "I'm planning on there being one.". You smiled, heart full and glowing like the last streaks of gold in the sky. "Then so am I." And for the first time that night, it didn't feel like waiting anymore. It felt like something was beginning. The last sliver of light had disappeared, leaving the world in that dusky in-between, not quite night, but no longer day. The field had quieted; even the breeze seemed to move softer now. Fireflies began to blink faintly near the hedges, their tiny sparks floating like scattered stars.
Erin whistled softly for Murphy, who came bounding back, panting and triumphant with a stick he clearly expected someone to toss. She took the stick and tossed it for him, smiling, turning to glance at you. "You're quiet," she said gently, her voice warm in the fading light. You smiled, a little shyly. "Just... taking it in. It's nice. You're nice." That earned a soft laugh from her, the kind that came from deep in her chest, genuine and a little flustered. "You can't just say things like that."
"Why not?" you asked, feigning innocence. "Because then I'll start grinning like an idiot," she said, and right on cue, she did. Her cheeks glowed even in the dim light. "And you'll win.". "Maybe that's the point." you return her grin. She shook her head, amused, you fell into step beside her, she took a step to butt shoulders with you, pushing you to the edge of the trail. Both laughing at the teasing nature of it. Each touch seemed to hum with something electric, something that made the air feel thicker, sweeter.
Murphy trotted ahead, nose to the ground, giving you both a kind of privacy that felt unspoken. After a while, Erin broke the silence again. "I wasn't sure you'd actually say yes, you know, to tonight." You turned to her. "Why wouldn't I?" She shrugged, watching the path ahead. "I don't know. We've been... whatever we've been for a while. I didn't want to mess it up." That tugged something in you, the honesty, the quiet vulnerability in it. "You couldn't mess this up," you said softly. "Not with me." She looked at you then and the space between you felt fragile, like it could either break or become something beautiful.
A cool gust swept through the field, and you shivered lightly. Erin noticed, hesitated for just a second, then reached over, her fingers brushing yours. You turned your palm instinctively, and her hand slid into yours as naturally as breathing. Her thumb traced gentle circles against your skin. "That okay?" she asked quietly. You nodded. "Yeah. More than okay." You walked like that for a while, fingers intertwined, the night slowly deepening around you. The sky was a deep violet now, with a few early stars blinking awake. Murphy chased the occasional moth, but stayed close enough that Erin could keep an eye on him with just a glance.
When you reached the edge of the field, where the path met the road, you both stopped. The moment felt suspended, neither of you ready for it to end. "Guess this is where the romantic sunset stroll officially concludes," you said softly. Erin smiled. "Technically. But I'm not ready for it to be over." You felt your pulse jump. "No?" She shook her head, stepping a little closer. "Not yet."
Her hand was still in yours, and now the air between you was different, full of something quiet but undeniable. You could smell the faint citrus of her shampoo, feel the warmth radiating off her even in the cool air. She glanced down, then back up at you, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're staring," she teased. "Can you blame me?" That made her laugh softly and then she fell silent again, her eyes flicking from your mouth to your eyes and back. The world seemed to hold its breath. Murphy gave a soft huff and lay down beside you both, as if even he knew better than to interrupt.
For a moment, it felt like she might close the distance. But instead, she leaned in just enough that her forehead brushed yours, gentle, fleeting, enough to make your breath catch.
Her voice was a whisper. "Next time." You managed to whisper back, "Promise?". "Promise," she said, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes again, smiling. "And I don't break those.". You stood there a moment longer, hands still linked, the stars slowly brightening overhead. Murphy finally barked once, a reminder that real life still existed beyond this perfect pause. Erin laughed quietly, giving your hand one last squeeze before she called him over.
"Come on," she said. "Let me walk you to your station." You smiled, heart full, and started down the road beside her again, this time hand-in-hand from the start. And though nothing had been said out loud, you both knew something had shifted. The wait was over and the next time she said promise, you knew she'd mean it.
The Second Date
It was one of those late-summer evenings that felt suspended between seasons. The air is still warm but edged with the cool promise of September. The sun was already low when you arrived at the field again, and there she was: Erin, waiting at the edge of the field with a picnic basket and large blanket in hand.
She looked up when she heard you approaching, her face breaking into that unmistakable grin. "Right on time," she said, standing to meet you. "I didn't dare risk missing the sunset again," you replied. "Good," she teased. "Because I brought snacks, and I'm not sharing with someone who's late." You laughed, starting down the familiar trail to the picnic spot.
Erin sitting cross-legged on a big, checkered blanket, Murphy curled up beside her, a basket at her side. The sight gave you the feeling you were finally where you were meant to be, with who you were supposed to be with. settling down beside her as she opened the basket, crisps, strawberries, a bottle of wine, two glasses. She poured one and handed it to you, her fingers brushing yours for just a second longer than necessary. "Cheers," she said softly. "To?" you question. She tilted her head, eyes gleaming. "Second dates." You clinked glasses, smiling. "And keeping promises." you add on. Her grin softened into something smaller, more genuine. "That too.".
Murphy yawned, curling up near your feet as you both fell into an easy rhythm talking, teasing, watching the sky shift from gold to rose to violet. Erin told you about filming stories, about chaotic co-stars, about accidentally spilling coffee on someone famous "I can't tell you who, I'd get murdered". You told her about your week, your own chaos, and she listened like every word mattered. Every now and then, you'd catch her watching you in the fading light — not in the teasing, playful way she sometimes did, but in that quiet, thoughtful way that made your chest tighten a little. When the last bit of sunlight disappeared, she leaned back on her elbows, sighing contentedly. "Worth it," she murmured. "The sunset?" She shook her head, eyes still on the stars just beginning to appear. "This."
For a long moment, neither of you said anything. The field was silent except for the distant hum of insects and Murphy's slow breathing. You stretched out beside her, the blanket soft beneath you, the sky deepening into navy. Erin turned her head toward you, close enough that you could see the starlight in her eyes. "Can I tell you something?"
"Always," you said. "I didn't really plan this to be just a second date," she admitted, her voice quiet now. "I just... wanted an excuse to spend more time with you. Without rushing. Without... overthinking it." You smiled, feeling your heartbeat quicken. "You could've just said that." She laughed under her breath. "Yeah, but then I wouldn't get to pretend I'm smooth and mysterious."
"You're halfway there," you teased. "Halfway?" she said, feigning outrage. "You wound me." Her mock offense melted into laughter, and when the sound faded, the silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was heavy, full, alive. You could feel her warmth even through the space between you, could feel her hand twitch slightly, like she wanted to reach for yours but wasn't sure if she should. You made it easy for her, you reached first. Her fingers slid into yours instantly, her thumb tracing slow, nervous circles against your skin. "See?" you whispered. "Now you're smooth." That made her laugh again, softer this time, and she shifted closer, close enough that her shoulder brushed yours. The air smelled faintly of grass and the sweet bite of wine.
When she spoke again, her voice was barely above a whisper. "I've wanted to do this for a while." Your breath caught. "Do what?" She didn't answer with words. She just leaned in, slow, careful, her gaze flicking from your lips to your eyes, giving you every chance to pull away. But you didn't. When her lips finally met yours, it was soft, a question, not a declaration. She tasted faintly of strawberries and wine. The world went still, the air between you folding into something delicate and endless.
When she pulled back, she was smiling, eyes a little dazed.
"Well," she whispered, "that was worth the wait." You couldn't help laughing, your forehead resting against hers. "Yeah. Definitely." Murphy gave a sleepy huff beside you both, making you break apart with a quiet laugh. Erin reached over to scratch his ears. "Guess he approves," she murmured. "I think he was just waiting for it to happen," you said. "Smart dog," she replied, glancing at you with that half-smile that always seemed to undo you.
The night stretched on after that, the two of you lying side by side, tracing constellations with your fingers, sharing quiet stories that felt like secrets. Every now and then, she'd brush her hand over yours again, or kiss your temple, or murmur something that made you laugh softly into the dark. Taking the liberty in staring at her in the light the stars provided. "You know...." Erin looks at you as you speak. " I can't remember who said it, but they said it only takes two worlds to make a universe. I think this is what they meant." you say looking at your hands when you connect them looking back up to her smiling.
By the time you finally stood to leave, a little buzzed, the stars were bright overhead, the world silent except for the faint rustle of the field. She gathered the blanket, and before you could say anything, she slipped her arms around you from behind a loose, warm hug that felt more like a promise than a gesture. "Next time," she said quietly, "you pick where we go.". You turned in her arms, smiling. "You trust me with that?" "I do," she said simply. And then, softer ". More than you know." You kissed her again, slow and certain this time, and the world felt impossibly small, just you, her, the dog, and the quiet rhythm of something beautiful finally beginning.
Weeks passed, and the show's premiere brought with it the usual fanfare, the interviews, the press tours, and the social media buzz. The connection you shared translated to the screen. Viewers now able to see how your love story progressed on Bridgerton, the chemistry between your characters was undeniable. The press quickly took note of the palpable intensity you and Erin brought to each scene. What started as a slow-burn romance blossomed into one of the most talked-about relationships of the season. The world was watching, and they couldn't get enough.
The press goes crazy the moment a picture surfaces of you and Erin spotted holding hands outside a pub in Soho, the headlines write themselves:
"Bridgerton's New Leading Ladies Take Their Romance Off-Screen?"
"On-Screen Chemistry or Real Love? Fans Want to Know!"
You both try to laugh it off at first as it's an old photo from the first bar outing months ago, but the spotlight only intensifies. Publicists start calling. Interviews start shifting tone. You're asked if your "relationship is a marketing ploy." Someone even asks if being queer on screen was part of a "career strategy." Erin looks furious. You feel exposed.
The tabloids went wild with speculation. Headlines ranged from "A Forbidden Love: Bridgerton's Newest Romance Shakes the Ton" to "Is It Real? Bridgerton Co-Stars Erin Kellyman and Y/N Bring Chemistry to Life." But the public wasn't just entranced by the characters you played, they were fascinated by the bond you and Erin shared off-screen as well. There were subtle moments that couldn't be faked, shared glances during interviews, the way Erin would reach for your hand during a press conference, the way you both naturally gravitated toward each other in group photos. At a press event in London, reporters surrounded you both, eagerly waiting for an answer to the inevitable question that everyone seemed to ask: "Are you two a couple in real life?" Erin laughed, leaning in to catch your eye before answering. "I think we're just really close friends. But I mean, our chemistry on screen? That's definitely real."
The reporters were relentless, but there was something in Erin's gaze, something that told you there was more she wanted to say. More she wasn't ready to reveal to the world. The tension between the two of you, though never confirmed, was as clear as day. And the press, eager to keep their fans guessing, ate it up.
The next day, a picture from a wrap party, showing you and Erin wrapped in a quiet embrace. Your heads were close, as if sharing a secret only you two understood. The headline read: "Are They More Than Just Co-Stars? Erin Kellyman and Y/N's 'Bridgerton' Love Affair Heats Up Off-Screen." But the truth was, neither of you were ready to label what was happening. You weren't just playing a love story on set; you were living it. Every glance exchanged between takes, every unspoken word passed between the two of you, built something far more meaningful than any headline could capture. The press hounding you with questions about your relationship was hard on you mentally. Press was now less about the show and more about who you were dating. After speculation, it was clear that the paparazzi had one thing on their minds: Was the intense on-screen chemistry between Erin and you real, or was it all just carefully crafted for the cameras?
The tabloids ran wild with headlines like:
"Bridgerton Co-Stars: More Than Just Chemistry?"
The article claimed that the palpable tension between Erin Kellyman and Y/N wasn't just the product of great acting. "It's not just on-screen that the two seem inseparable," the piece read. "From their 'accidental' hand brushes during interviews to the lingering glances during group photos, fans are convinced that something more than friendship is brewing between the stars."
"Fans Ship Erin Kellyman and Y/N as Bridgerton's New Power Couple"
A headline flooded social media after a particularly candid paparazzi photo of you and Erin from a press tour dinner. The two of you were seated close, heads bent together in what seemed like an intimate conversation. "The chemistry between these two is undeniable, and it's only a matter of time before they confirm what fans already know," the article speculated. Fans responded with a flurry of posts: hashtags like #Kellymanand[YourName] and #BridgertonCoupleGoals spread across Twitter and Instagram, each one fueled by a new round of photos.
"On Set or Off Set? Erin and Y/n Keep Fans Guessing"
The media had caught onto the subtle closeness between you two long before filming wrapped. Paparazzi shots of you and Erin hanging out at cafes, laughing together in the streets, or simply walking side by side in the London air fueled rumors that there was more happening off-screen than what was shown in interviews. One article claimed, "Every moment they spend together off-camera only adds to the mystery. Are they really just friends, or is this the beginning of a love story behind closed doors?"
The pressure mounts. Your once-effortless connection starts to feel... scripted. Arguments start where there weren't any before — about nothing, about everything. You'd spent the entire evening fielding questions about your chemistry, your relationship, and everything in between. It had been exhausting, not just because of the constant flashes of cameras, but because of the mounting pressure to pretend you had it all together. Tonight, though, was different. The smile you had both put on for the world was now slipping, unraveling in the quiet of the dimly lit hallway. "Do you ever get tired of this?" Erin's voice broke through the silence, sharp and edged with frustration.
You glanced at her, her posture rigid as she walked ahead of you making her way to the kitchen island you right after her. The exhaustion was written all over her face, dark circles under her eyes, shoulders slumped with the weight of everything. But beneath it all, there was something else. Something that had been simmering all day. "Tired of what?" you asked, your tone more biting than you meant. "Of being asked the same questions over and over? Of the cameras trying to dissect our every move?" Erin turned toward you, her face flushed, not from anger but from the weight of something deeper. "Tired of pretending like we have it all figured out, when we don't even know what's real anymore." You froze, the sharpness in her words catching you off guard. She was right. You had been pretending for the cameras, pretending for the press, even pretending for yourselves at times. But what had started as a role on-screen, what had started as just two actors doing their jobs, had blurred so much that even you couldn't see where the lines were anymore. Deciding to explore your mutual feelings that night on your trailer floor felt like the best thing yet that feeling seemed to dissipate after the first tabloids decided to dissect your personal life. "We've been doing this for months, Erin. What's your point? You think it's been easier for me? Every time we step out of the car, every time the camera flashes, it's like we're both on display for everyone to dissect. You think I don't feel it too?" you snapped, the frustration from the day bubbling up. "I've never been good at hiding. And I don't know what's real anymore, not with the cameras, not with all this attention. And I'm scared, Y/N. I'm scared that I'm just another storyline for the tabloids to feast on." Her words hit you like a punch. The realization stung, a jagged edge that drew blood. You'd both been caught in this whirlwind, spinning so fast that you hadn't really stopped to think about what was underneath it all.
"I'm scared too," you admitted, the raw honesty in your voice surprising even you. "But... this isn't just some storyline. This... we ... whatever this is, it's more than that." You took a step toward her, your voice faltering. "Isn't it?". The silence between you grew thick. Erin's eyes searched yours, not with affection, but with something that looked almost like desperation, like she was searching for something to hold onto in the chaos. Your chest tightened. It was like she had reached inside and yanked out all the doubts that you'd been too afraid to voice. You'd both gotten so tangled up in the whirlwind of public attention, so consumed by the need to please everyone else, that you hadn't stopped to consider how it was affecting you, how it was affecting her. "I don't know..... God, I don't know. We've barely known each other for a year. How can we be expected to know what's real when everything around us is another person's take on us?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, the exhaustion of it all catching up with you. You sniffle "I don't know what to say, we've been thrown into this environment to pretend that we have it all figured out. But we don't even know each other, not really." You throw up your hands, a mix of anger and hurt. "But what about us? What about me?" The words stung. You could see the pain in her eyes, the vulnerability that she was trying to mask with anger. It was all starting to fall apart, this perfect façade, this chemistry that had been built piece by piece. You swallowed hard, your own voice shaky. "I don't want it to just be a story. I don't. But..." You shook your head, unable to finish the thought. "I can't promise you something I don't even know how to give you yet." you blurt out trying to stay calm as you argue with someone you feel more affection towards then you've ever felt before. "We weren't given the time to learn how to love each other before everyone had a say." you say breathless and sad.
There was a long pause. Erin looked at you, her lips trembling with frustration, her eyes welling with unshed tears. "I know. That's what I'm afraid of." Her voice cracked, and she turned away, her back to you as she leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, like she was trying to steady herself. You could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her body seemed to fold in on itself from the weight of the entire situation. "I just need some space, okay? I need to think," Erin whispered, her words barely audible. You took a step back, heart sinking, the rawness of the moment settling in. "Yeah... okay. I get it." Her gaze now on you. "You're shutting me out, now!" Erin snaps motioning her hand towards your chest, confusing you as she said she needed space. "I'm overwhelmed," you admit not wanting to fight over responses given out of exhaustion. "This isn't just about us....... This fight, the exhausting press we do. It's about everyone watching. Everyone is picking it apart." You add as you know most of your fighting has nothing to do with the two of you but the outside pressure. "You think I'm not overwhelmed? But at least I want this." Erin argues back as she pushes off the kitchen island she had leaned on. "Do you?" you snap. "Or is it just because we're in character half the time?"
The silence afterward is deafening. You had cracked open an old wound from when you first started exploring both your feelings for each other. Both of you had prolonged pursuing a relationship due to your fear your scripted romance had given you false feelings for one another. The room felt colder now, the silence between you stretching wider than it had ever been. Neither of you knew what came next. The cameras, the pressure, the constant expectations from the public, from the fans everything had piled on top of both of you, and now it was threatening to tear the fragile connection you'd built apart.
As Erin moved toward the door, her movements were stiff and controlled. You follow her quietly from the kitchen back to the hallway. You realized that maybe you had both underestimated how much this shared experience would impact you. You'd tried so hard to hold it all together, to make something out of the mess, but the truth was, you were both just two people trying to navigate a world that was never meant for either of you. And for the first time in months, you were left questioning everything you thought you knew about each other and about yourself. The door closed softly behind Erin, leaving you standing alone in the hallway. Shortly after the click of the door you couldn't help the cries that racked your body. The weight of everything between you both still lingering in the air.
That night you couldn't go to sleep so you turned to the one thing that could possibly make you feel better. You called your older sister Cindy, The phone rang a few times before she picked up "hello" her voice echoed off your bedroom walls. Thinking you had cried all the tears you could, another wave hit you as you tried to speak. "I think I messed up and I don't know what I should do" you choke out into the phone confiding in your sister. You spoke for hours and at some point her husband joined in the background, the call might have not made you feel better per say but it did give you an idea of what to do next and that was at least a relief.
You got a message the next morning from Erin asking to meet up to talk.
So here you are in front of a small café tucked away on a quiet street corner. You saw Erin already sitting at a table by the window. She looked... tired. Her eyes were red from lack of sleep, but there was something more there too, something that spoke to the same vulnerability you had felt last night. You walked over slowly, your heart pounding in your chest. She hadn't seen you yet, so you stood for a moment, watching her, knowing she was probably just as unsure about how to begin as you were. Finally, she looked up, her eyes meeting yours. For a brief moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. There was no press. No cameras. Just Erin, sitting across from you, and the weight of everything you'd been carrying together.
"Hey," Erin said, her voice soft, almost tentative. "Hey," you responded, the word hanging between you. There was an awkward pause before you both spoke at the same time. "I'm sorry for last night," Erin said quickly "I shouldn't have said what I did. I was just so...." her words came out in a rush. "I should also apologize," you cut in. "I didn't handle it well either. I snapped, and I didn't stop to think about how you were feeling. I was so caught up in my own head. I shouldn't have said what I did, I became defensive because I was only reacting and not listening." you sigh owning up to your actions. Erin smiled weakly, then let out a quiet laugh. "This is... a mess, isn't it?" You laughed too, the sound of it breaking the tension that had been thick between you both. "Yeah, it really is." You both sat there for a moment, taking in each other's presence. It wasn't easy. The air between you still felt fragile, but there was something in the shared silence that was more comforting than it had been the night before.
Finally, Erin spoke again, quieter this time. "I've been thinking a lot. I think... I think we need to stop pretending we have it all together. This isn't just some storyline. This is us. And maybe we don't have all the answers, but I know that I don't want to lose what we have. And I don't want the pressure of everything else to break us." Erin says. You nodded, your heart swelling in your chest. "I don't want to lose it either, Erin. But I need to be real with you. I don't have all the answers. We've barely known each other outside of work and I-I don't know how to give you the love you want yet. But... I'm willing to figure it out with you. If you are." you say letting go of a breath you did know you were holding. Erin's eyes softened, a mixture of relief and something deeper, something that mirrored the emotions swelling inside you. She reached across the table and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "We'll figure it out together," she said, her voice steady now, a sense of resolve in it that made you feel like you were finally, finally on the same page. "We don't need to have all the answers right now. But we just... we need to keep being honest. That's the only way forward." You smiled at her, a real, genuine smile. It felt like a weight had been lifted. The uncertainty that had been gnawing at you, the fear that you weren't enough, wasn't there anymore. Not because everything was magically fixed, but because you knew you didn't have to be perfect. You just had to be real, with each other.
Weeks have passed since the start of your off-set escapades. There have been many more as long days on set have taken it out on all of the cast. Being off set wasn't just you and Erin anymore, bar outings became a cast family outing. Jonathan's teasing turned into friendly banter over pints of Guinness and fruity drinks when the cast went out, never being much of a drinker yourself it ended up being more talking than drinking. Although Erin has a pension for a good club and a colorful dance floor. Watching her with the rest of the cast became the night out. The majority of the cast has noticed you and Erin's connection as well as how close you've grown recently. Unlike Jonathan their support is shown silently letting whatever there is grow on its own and grow it has. Walks to bookstores hand in hand, laughing while sharing drinks in little cafes, and quiet nights on your couches watching tv, sharing blankets.
The final weeks of filming for Bridgerton's latest season had arrived, and with it, a bittersweet energy hung in the air. The set, usually bustling with the frenetic pace of a production in its final stretch, now felt quieter, more reflective. The intricate sets, those grand parlors, those lush gardens felt like a dream about to fade, and for you and Erin, who had spent months bringing a forbidden love story to life, the end of filming was more than just wrapping up a job. It felt like the closing of a chapter that was just beginning.
The love story between your characters, a pair of women in Regency era London, whose attraction blossomed in the shadow of societal expectations had become the underlying heart beat of the season. Every glance, every touch, every whispered word had drawn the audience into a world they hadn't anticipated, and, unbeknownst to the public, it had drawn you and Erin into something far more profound than just acting.
Today you were filming what would be the last scene of the season for your characters, and you and Erin stood in the grand ballroom, the cameras rolling, the entire cast and crew watching quietly from the sidelines. The scene was a culmination of everything, repression, hidden desires, and stolen moments all coming to a head. Your characters were about to share a kiss, a declaration of love that had been long overdue. The tension had built throughout the season, and now, as the music swelled, you stood before Erin, the world outside this moment fading away.
The scene at hand was the two of you alone in a secluded ballroom in luxurious gowns and hair even more than before. Your characters had left the grand ball that was taking place in the next room, piano able to be heard through the walls. Sneaking away from your societal duties to embrace each other. The scene felt too real as your character's journey is wrapping where yours had started, in an empty ballroom meeting each other in different points of life.
The director called, "Action."
You and Erin exchanged a look, a wordless communication that spoke volumes. Her character, poised yet vulnerable, stepped closer to you, and the chemistry between you both felt so real, so tangible, that even the seasoned crew couldn't help but watch in awe. "Are you certain?" your character whispered, her voice trembling, just on the edge of a question that had been asked a thousand times in different ways throughout the season. Erin's gaze softened, and you could see in her eyes that she wasn't just playing a role anymore. She felt this, too. She stepped even closer, the heat between your bodies undeniable. She was so close now, you could feel her breath on your skin. "I've never been more certain of anything," Erin's character replied, her voice steady but full of emotion, and as she spoke the words, it felt like she was speaking them to you, not the camera.
For a moment, everything seemed suspended just the two of you in this stolen piece of time, the restraint, the longing, collapsing into this one beautiful, fragile moment. And then, without a word, your lips met. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, like two people just learning to trust the weight of their emotions. But as it deepened, it became a release—a surrender to something far beyond what could ever be contained in a script. The cameras captured every moment, but for you and Erin, it wasn't just for show. It was real. Raw. Alive.
When the director called "Cut," the world around you shifted back into focus, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The crew applauded, but neither of you were aware of it. You just stood there, staring at each other, the air heavy with something unspoken. "That was... perfect," the director said, his voice filled with admiration. But it was Erin's eyes that held you in place soft, vulnerable, and so much more than the characters you had portrayed for the past months. You swallowed, trying to find your voice. "It felt real," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Erin nodded, her fingers brushing the back of your hand, a subtle but powerful touch. "It was real."
"Okay, you two step out so we can set up the next angle!" the camera man announced more to inform the crew than you. Sitting in your chair sipping on a coffee when a member from the social media team came over to collect behind the scenes videos. Not sure what the videos were being used in yet you did your best to act normal. Having to step back in multiple times to recreate the kiss to get the right shot for each angle. It was quiet between you for the rest of the day on set. Having to mimic the first kiss's emotional impact confusing you more as spending so long in your own private life was now being put out there in front of a camera and crew. What you have been doing while not on set has been upended, being confronted with the gravity of feelings swept aside.
With filming wrapping up, the set began to feel emptier. The grandeur of the ballrooms and lavish gardens were dismantled, the costumes carefully packed away. The crew moved on to other projects, the long hours spent creating this world slowly fading into the past. But you and Erin stayed close, both of you savoring what was left of this surreal experience.
That evening after filming the last of your scenes you were laying on your back on the floor of your trailer still in costume taking in what was the last day of this month's long experience. Laying on the floor was something you always did when you were feeling a lot of emotion whether it was joy, confusion, or sadness. Laying on the floor helped you put the world into better perspective. Hearing a muffled voice and a light tap at your door you called out "yes? Come in.". In comes Erin still in her costume laughing at you in regency attire while lying on the floor. "Are you in the middle of something or can I join you?" Erin questions. You patted the floor after looking at her "nope, come on in.". Erin giggles before laying on the floor, putting her head next to yours so you were laying opposite directions. The trailer stayed silent for a few minutes. "So.... you do this often?" Erin breathed out. "Sometimes, helps me think. brings clarity I suppose." you say softly. "Clarity? Maybe I should do it more" Erin muttered; you are barely able to hear her. "Yeah?" you question. "Yeah. I've wanted to clarify some things" the words falling from Erin's mouth as if she didn't mean for them to be said yet. The air being sucked out of the small room leaving your breaths heavy. Time moves slowly before either of you speak.
with a shake in your voice you mustered to say "I don't think I was acting for months" You and Erin stay still in the silence that follows until she responds, " I feel the same way, but I didn't want to trick myself into believing it was more than my feelings in character...... but I don't think they are." Erin rolls to her side facing you now and you follow suit turning to face her. "I felt if I acted on those feelings, it wouldn't be fair to you, and I couldn't handle it if it was a fluke." she says truthfully with underlying hurt "Thank you, for being honest" you say voice hushed. You once again feel trapped in her eyes being compelled to speak. "I..." you're at a loss for words and seeing the doubt ping her face you turn to look at the ceiling again. "I'm scared." your hands cover your eyes as your insecurity comes out. Turning back the look at Erin with tears in your eyes "I'm not good at this. I was scared I was method acting or maybe it was the other way around? You've been one of the only people I've felt real around, and this is out of my element and...." Erin cuts off your rambling with an upside-down kiss, your own fucked up version of the classic spiderman kiss. Pulling away making eye contact after the physically awkward but charming kiss "I want to try, figure us out." you breath out, voice sweet with previous tears. Erin nodded "I want to try too." answering you bringing the clarity you both wanted when you first laid on the floor.
Going to the bar with the cast, you and Erin found yourselves walking through the quiet streets of London, the city bathed in the glow of streetlights and the hum of distant traffic. It felt almost like you were in a dream; the air crisp, the world around you still, as if it was holding its breath. "Do you think people will understand what we've done?" Erin asked, her voice contemplative as she glanced over at you. "What we've created, I mean." You smiled softly, your fingers brushing against hers as you both walked side by side. "I think they'll feel it," you said, the certainty in your voice surprising even you. "It's not just the story on screen; it's everything we did behind it. The way we... became these characters." Erin nodded, a faraway look in her eyes. "I know. I've never felt something like this before. It's strange, isn't it? How something that started as just a role can end up meaning so much more." You turned to look at her, the flicker of something unspoken passing between you two. "When we went to the cafe off of set that first time...... I was going to say I think" between sentences you take Erin's hand in yours "That some young queer kid will see what we have made and not feel alone anymore. That they aren't broken." your voice holding a truth that hits a bit close to home.
There was a pause, and then Erin gave you a small, knowing smile. "You know, you've been there for me through all of this. I never expected it to feel this... personal." "And you've been there for me, too," you replied, your voice soft but steady. "I don't think I could have done this without you." Erin's gaze softened, and for a moment, she stopped walking, turning toward you fully. There was something in her eyes, something more than gratitude. It was the same look she'd given you during that final scene, the one that had held the weight of everything unsaid. "I'm not ready for this to end," she admitted, her voice vulnerable, yet steady. "Not the show. Not... us."
You felt your heart skip a beat, and for a moment, everything around you fell away. There was no set, no cameras, no crew. It was just the two of you, standing in the quiet of the night, facing something that had grown far beyond the confines of a script. "I'm not ready either," you whispered, your fingers gently brushing the side of her face. "But I think we can figure out what comes next. Together.". And in that moment, as the soft sounds of London drifted around you, you realized that even though the season is close to being wrapped, even though the story of your characters had come to a close for the season, the story between you and Erin whatever it was just beginning.
One evening, after an intense day of filming an emotional scene, the crew had packed up, and the two of you found yourselves alone on the grand staircase of the Bridgerton set. The soft glow of the lights cast long shadows on the stone floor, and the only sound was the occasional rustle of fabric as you both lingered on the steps. "I think this is the longest we've spent together without the cameras around," you said, your voice low and thoughtful. Erin smiled, that soft, familiar smile that always made your heart flutter. "I think you're right. Maybe we should do this more often. No script. No lines. Just... us." You couldn't help but laugh. "I like that idea."
It was a Saturday morning on set, and despite the grueling work schedule, there was a break in filming. The weather was perfect—sunshine with a cool breeze—and you found yourself walking toward the small café just off the set with Erin. Her hand grazed yours as you both ducked through a side door, laughing at some inside joke only the two of you understood. You had begun to cherish these small, unscripted moments. They were more real than the scripted emotions you poured out on screen.
The two of you settled at a table, a gentle hum of activity around you. The conversation drifted from costume fittings to the latest Bridgerton gossip, but there was an undeniable undercurrent between you two, an energy neither of you could deny. "Do you think they'll actually like our characters together?" Erin asked, her voice low as she leaned back in her chair, her eyes tracing the vibrant flower beds that surrounded the café. It wasn't often that she opened up like this, and you admired how vulnerable she allowed herself to be, even if it was in small moments like these. You paused for a moment, studying her face. There was something so genuine about the way she spoke—almost like she cared as much about the story you were telling as she did about the person sitting across from her. "I think they'll love them," you said softly, placing your hand over hers on the table. Erin's body stills, eyes locked on the daisies in the flower beds, She slowly turns to make eye contact with you. returning her eye contact, Neither of you intend to fill the silence, opting into holding your gazes as if looking long enough will unravel the knots of each other's problems. After a moment you feel compelled to share " I think that......" Right at that moment both of your phones went off showing a message saying you needed to come back to set, ending your cafe adventure abruptly. "Duty calls... what were you saying?" Erin reads the message that broke the moment. "Ohh umm, doesn't matter, let's get back to set." you say getting up from your seat and gathering your things. Erin's eyes not moving from you as you dismiss your thought, knowing there was something to what you were telling her that you now felt you should no longer share. So, this began an off set hangout. It was Erin's mission to make the city feel like a home.
It started at one of Erin's favorite spots. you found yourself sitting in a cozy café tucked away in a quiet corner of London. The set was only a few miles away, but for today, it felt like a world apart. You and Erin were meeting some of her friends, people who had been in her life long before Bridgerton. You were looking forward to seeing her in a different light, away from the artificial glamour of the set. Erin's friends were welcoming, warm, and instantly made you feel like part of the group. There was laughter, endless cups of tea, and a sense of ease that had always been a little absent on the chaotic, fast-paced Bridgerton set. "So, how are you two managing all the Bridgerton chaos?" one of Erin's friends, Kate, asked, her tone teasing. "You've been working long hours, huh?" You smiled, glancing at Erin, who was already laughing, her eyes sparkling with something a little mischievous. "We're surviving," she said. "Barely." you add to her sentence. "Oh, I can tell!" Kate grinned, leaning in. "From what I've seen the tension is practically palpable. It's kind of... electric." Erin's face flushed a little, and she shot you a quick glance, as if unsure whether to confirm or deny the unspoken chemistry that everyone in the room had noticed. But before she could say anything, another friend piped up. "It's not just on-screen, you know," the friend said with a wink. "The way you two look at each other off screen, It's way more obvious than you think." You felt a knot in your stomach at the teasing remark, but Erin didn't look uncomfortable. In fact, her smile softened, and she turned toward you. "I think we're just really good at working together," she said, her voice carrying an edge of truth that didn't quite mask the layers of meaning. She had a way of being honest without compromising your privacy and you couldn't pull your focus from it. "Sure," Kate replied, not missing the subtle undertones between the lines. "But there's something magnetic about it, right?" Erin didn't answer right away. She just smiled that secretive smile of hers, the one that made your heart beat a little faster. It was like she was letting the moment linger, letting the weight of it settle between you two before letting anyone else in on it. " I guess, that's what the directors have been saying anyway." Erin says, sipping her drink. Watching her with her friends was refreshing. A new life compared to the one you moved to London months ago. Learning to like tea in British cafes with the friends of people you were given by a casting agent. Change was never your strong suit as for a long time you would rather play into how people saw you rather than follow your vision of yourself. Making a promise to yourself when you stepped off that plane to understand yourself without the influence of others was the best thing you've done.
The next weekend, Erin offered to show you around London. The thought of having her as a guide, someone who knew the city like the back of her hand was something you didn't hesitate to accept. It was a cool, crisp morning, and Erin was waiting for you at the door of your flat, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, wearing a jean jacket and bottoms that fit her effortlessly. She smiled when she saw you and held up a pair of tickets. "Ready for the best day in London history?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. You laughed, adjusting your coat. "I'm ready. Lead the way." The first stop was a quaint little bookshop tucked away down a cobbled alley, the kind of place you would've missed if you weren't paying attention. It was one of Erin's favorite spots, and she seemed to light up as she led you inside, her fingers brushing against the spines of the books as if she were greeting old friends. "This place smells like stories," she said with a dreamy look. "There's something magical about a bookstore, don't you think?" she smiled, breathing in the old paper scent. "Definitely. It's like you can almost hear the voices of the characters." you say, Erin gave you a playful look, her eyes narrowing in that way that made your stomach do flips. "Maybe you're right... Maybe our characters have been reading this book too." Erin says, "Do you think so?" you asked, intrigued. "Oh, definitely. A forbidden romance, full of longing... there's no way they wouldn't have read something like this." Erin grinned, her voice almost like a whisper as if she were sharing a secret just between the two of you.
The rest of the day was filled with easy, effortless moments wandering through Camden Market, sampling street food, and catching glimpses of hidden gardens in the city. It felt like a first date, but with no pressure, no expectations, just the two of you, enjoying each other's company in a way that seemed natural, like it was always meant to be this way. You were walking in the park when you asked "so, you've mentioned you're not from London....... How do you know the city like you're a local?" skipping ahead and turning to walk backwards so you can look at her when she speaks. She smirks at your antics but continues " Yeah no, I'm actually from Birmingham, it's just a bit north of here." smiling threw her words like she's telling a fairy tale "I've just spent a lot of time in London for work and friends." finishing your question. "Do you miss your hometown? You seem to fit perfectly here." asking her partially due to your growing homesickness. "Oh definitely, I miss my parents and sisters all the time. I do go back often and live there when work isn't pulling me in every direction." Erin replied, her voice carrying a hint of sadness at the end talking about missing her family. "Do you miss your hometown?" Erin responds looking up from the ground. "Occasionally.... I mean I miss my sister; I don't talk to many people from home much" you explain, Erin looks at you with a sad expression "like the city, the people not so much and you know.... The whole being pulled in every direction." you giggle through the end of the sentence trying to lighten your conversation. "What happe..." right as Erin asked you more about home your backward walking skills failed you as a stick tripped you making you fall straight to your butt. Erin stops dead in her tracks as you land on the ground. "No way! This is what I get for trying to be cool." you giggle off your embarrassment. "You're so graceful" Erin pokes fun at you as she holds your hands helping you off the ground. "Arnt I? Like Bambi on ice." sarcasm dripping from your voice. Twisting to see your shirt and pants dirty from the park path. Erin notices and brushes off your back side although awkward for a second she effectively removes the debris. "Thank you" you say with a case of the giggles.
As the sun began to set, Erin took you to a rooftop bar In Soho with a stunning view of the city. The skyline stretched out before you, the buildings lit up against the soft orange and pink hues of the evening sky. You both leaned against the railing, a comfortable silence enveloping you. "Thank you for today," you said, your voice sincere "I really needed this.". Erin turned toward you, her gaze softening, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to blur. She didn't speak at first, just looked at you with those eyes that seemed to see right through you but the silence spoke volumes.
"I'm glad you came. It's easy to get lost in the noise of everything," she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper against the evening wind. "But with you... I don't know. It feels real." There it was. The words that had been unspoken, hovering between you both for weeks now, like a delicate thread, waiting to be pulled. The vulnerability in her eyes made your heart race, but you didn't pull away. You didn't need to. "I don't think I've felt real a day in my life......But I know exactly what you mean" you breathed out captivated by her eyes. The moment was broken by the sound of laughter from the nearby table, but just like a bridge bends before it breaks you don't turn away immediately, you linger something you and Erin have taken the liberty of doing often. You both knew what you were feeling, what had begun in front of the cameras, what was slowly, almost imperceptibly, growing off-screen. But neither of you was ready to say it just yet. Not with the world watching.
the sound of your voice brought her attention back to you. "To be honest it's been...... rough since I got here" you say as you look at the sunset leaning on the railing holding yourself up with your forearms. " I didn't know anyone here and leaving my normal environment was difficult, I felt lonely for a bit." you say looking back at her only to meet her eyes. "I can understand that I never could tell you were lonely though." Erin says still looking at " Next time you are lonely will you tell me?" Erin asks with a newfound sincerity you weren't expecting. "Yeah..... sure" you say in a quiet tone. "Now come on." Erin says, dragging you down and out of the rooftop bar and through the crowded streets of Soho nightlife, holding your arm as if you would run from her. Passing the glowing neon lights of Soho's many gay, lesbian, and straight bars. Feeling drunk off the freedom you felt in a foreign city.
Two weeks of rehearsals have come to an end with the last costume fittings making you look and feel like a true regency era woman. You take the weekend to recharge and make calls you've been putting off, one to a few friends in LA, a couple to your sister, and a few to your manager. Calling your sister Cindy has always comforted you, she's only about a year and a half older than you so you grew up practically as twins. The first of those calls to her was about the first few weeks in London and how her and her husband were. After a while, that call had to be cut short due to the time difference. The next morning the call resumed, and she told you how your mom, dad, and brother were since you don't really talk to them much. The call slowly turned from home to Erin and the other cast you were spending time with. Cindy has always supported you and was the first to know you were a lesbian, so she was fully equipped to help you through the emotional roller coaster that had been this rehearsed courting of you and Erin. The last calls to your sister were made after the calls to your manager Kami as she had already set up new auditions for you, which were mostly her telling you to be happy for more work after the filming for this season ends.
The next week the Bridgerton set was buzzing with its usual energy but today was different. Today, you were in a full Regency dress, your corset cinched tight and the layers of fabric sweeping the floor with every step. The set had come alive with its signature elegance, grand chandeliers hung overhead, casting soft light on the ornate furniture, and the sound of delicate piano music floated through the air. A big difference from the ballroom you spent hours practicing in. But it wasn't just the set that made your heart race. It was Erin Kellyman. The set was immaculate though Erin stole the spotlight. You were both in your finished costumes, a blend of opulence and restraint. Erin wore a soft, blue dress that hugged her frame in all the right ways, the fabric flowing gracefully as she moved. Her hair was styled in tight ringlets, and her skin tone was complemented beautifully with the intricate lace around her collar. Even in a world of historical fashion, she had an effortless beauty that made it hard to look away. "She lives! I didn't hear from you all weekend. I thought you died." Erin beamed as she turned to see you. "Yes, I am, I mostly slept" you sputtered as she once again pulled you into a friendly side hug. "Oh, you look stunning" Erin complement as she looks you head to toe in your rosy gown and affluent hair style. "I feel like a doll." you giggle looking down at yourself. "Yeah, a cute one! Come on let's get to our marks" Erin says throwing an arm over your shoulders and walking you to where you are starting the scene.
This was your first scene together, and not just any scene, this was the moment where your characters would meet, two women from different worlds whose attraction would grow, slowly but undeniably, throughout the season. But this was the first moment, the first look, the first touch, the first spark. The director called for everyone to take their places, and your stomach fluttered as you glanced over at Erin. She was adjusting the delicate lace on her sleeve, looking so very... poised, in a way that only she could pull off.
"Ready for this?" her voice broke through the silence, and when you turned to meet her eyes, you noticed a slight unease in her expression. Beneath that poised exterior, she was just as nervous as you. You smiled, trying to calm the nervous energy you both felt. "I think so... just... it's going to be fine. We've got this.". She let out a soft, breathy laugh, her eyes lighting up with something between relief and excitement. "Yeah, we've got this.". The camera crew finished adjusting the angles, and the soundstage grew quiet, the calm before the storm. "Alright, places, everyone!" the director called, and you felt your heartbeat speed up.
You took your position in the center of the grand parlor room, and Erin walked towards you each step measured, graceful. You could feel the heat radiating off her as she neared, a warmth that felt like a magnet pulling you in. As she stopped in front of you, you exchanged a quiet, nervous glance, a slight scrunch in her lips.
"Action."
The room seemed to vanish, the buzz of the set fading away, leaving only you, Erin, and the scene you were about to play. Erin's character was meant to be reserved and composed, yet beneath it all, there was a deep longing, a yearning for something forbidden. Your character, too, had secrets. Today was the day their paths would cross, both unknowingly about to step into a love neither could have imagined. You glanced down at your hands, nervously smoothing the fabric of your dress as Erin's character—soft, hesitant—stepped forward, her eyes searching yours. The air felt thick between you two, something unspoken, a magnetic pull neither character could resist. You had rehearsed this moment over and over, but now, in the stillness of the set, it felt as though it was happening for the first time.
"Miss... Celine" Erin's voice trembled just slightly, a soft lilt to her tone. Her character, in this first scene was reaching out, trying, with everything in her, to hold back the emotions swirling inside her. She was supposed to be distant, cold even, but there was no mistaking the flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. "I didn't expect you to arrive so soon."
You took a breath, the tension in your chest palpable, before looking up at her. Your character, who had always been more confident in public than she was in private, forced a smile, but it was one that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Neither did I," you replied, your voice a little breathier than you intended. For a moment, neither of you moved. You were both supposed to be playing a game of social propriety, but there was something in the way Erin held herself that made it impossible to ignore the way you felt. There was no mistaking the pull between your characters, a charge in the air that was undeniable. You could feel your breath quickening, just like hers. You both knew where the scene was heading, a casual conversation that would slowly shift to contain a quiet yearning. But it was that moment before, where everything hung in the balance, that left you both suspended in time. Your characters were inches apart. In that space, between them, a thousand unsaid things passed between you two. The air between you was electric, a silent tension that neither of you could quite place but both felt to your core.
"Miss Lacey," you repeated softly, your voice low and teasing, as if this moment were something more than just scripted lines. Your eyes flickered to her lips, then back to her eyes. And in that instant, something in both of you shifted. Her breath caught, and you saw it, the flash of recognition. This wasn't just acting anymore. At least not for you and you think you both felt it. The tension between your characters was real. The attraction was real. Erin swallowed, her lips parting ever so slightly, and for a second, you forgot you were acting. You forgot you were on a set. All you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat and the soft rustle of your dress as you stepped closer to her. Before either of you could say anything else, the director called, "Cut!" And with that, the magic of the moment broke.
You both took a collective breath, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you stood there, facing each other, still wrapped in that quiet tension, the weight of it both thrilling and terrifying. "That was... intense," Erin said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she, too, couldn't quite process what had just happened. You nodded, unable to find words. It wasn't just the scene, or the script. It was the feeling that something far more important had started. Something that couldn't be ignored. "Yeah," you finally said, your voice soft. "It was."
And though the director was already moving on to the next shot, you both lingered in that space, unspoken words hanging in the air between you. Thinking to yourself there was no way these feelings were one sided. You've never been the best at reading between the lines socially or understanding body language, yet there's a strong urge to follow your heart in a way you've never felt in other relationships.
You pull away and move back to your mark ready for the next scene. Taking your place once again to see Erin still lingering where you were, In the corner of your eye you see Jonathan giving you a look that said I told you so.
Off set, things grow blurrier. You're hanging out between takes, sharing playlists, exploring cafes on your days off. At first, it felt like bonding, normal and necessary. But frequently her hand lingers too long when she brushes past you. You know each other's coffee order to a T. Her jean jacket makes its way into your custody more than once. After the early weeks of filming, you swear you've memorized the color of her eyes in every lighting. Your sister is being debriefed on your interactions with Erin as you search for validation because surely you can't flirt the way you have been unless someone is flirting back....... right?
The morning light filtered softly through the high windows of the rehearsal space. It was a grand ballroom, used for rehearsals, but today it felt more intimate. A far cry from the elegant, candle-lit soirees that would soon be depicted on screen. A few scattered props, some velvet chairs, and a piano on the side gave the room an almost cozy vibe. As you quietly entered the room Erin was pacing in front of one of the mirrored walls. "What are you doing?" you say pulling her attention to where you had entered unnoticed till now "I'm supposed to be the nervous one here." you say cracking a sly smile lighting the mood between the two of you.
The previous night still lingering between you. Laughter had spilled into the streets, wine glasses clinked, and stories from the cast were swapped under the soft glow of twinkling lights. A little hungover, but more than that, a little nervous. Today was the first in-person chemistry read and rehearsal for Bridgerton and the first time the two of you would act out the intimate scenes, something that, up until now, had only been read through in script form. Erin had been her usual self, warm, approachable, and slightly sarcastic, but there had been a moment, just a single moment, when the two of you had locked eyes, and everything felt... different. There was an undeniable energy between you, something that wasn't there before. There's an ease between you the kind of connection directors dream about. During the chemistry read, one of the producers actually teared up. You were that convincing.
The sunlight was gone by the time rehearsals were coming to an end yet the converted ballroom still felt the warmth from the sun warmed windows. Rehearsals went well, scenes were blocked, rewritten, and tweaked. Making your way to collect your bag and water bottle to go home for the day, your muscles weak from the repetitive blocking of scenes. "Hey, good work today." Erin spoke softly over your shoulder as she passed by you heading to the door. "Thank you, I have a good scene partner." you respond. "See you tomorrow partner......... oh and if you want to seem more like a local ditch the big ass water bottle." she says with a wink and a cheeky smile before leaving you there questioning the entire interaction.
The next morning you had been the first to arrive at rehearsals. Taking the time to take in the ballroom by yourself before the long day ahead of you. The piano and chairs had been moved to make room to practice dancing. The sound of the door opening bounced off the tall walls drawing your eyes to the entrance, in walks Erin, her usual smile lighting up the room, contrasting the moody blue that the early morning rehearsal had imposed upon the room. Looking at her you wouldn't have known the sun hadn't come up yet. There wasn't a soft murmur of a greeting, a handshake, a brief exchange of pleasantries. There was something different in the air between you, like there was more weight to the unspoken words.
She'd been the one to break the silence. "You, okay?" she asked, her voice teasing but with a hint of concern. "I'm fine," you said, a little too quickly. Your heart was beating faster than normal, and you couldn't decide if it was because of the scenes, you were about to dive into, or because of the sleep still in her voice. Trying to rationalize your sudden feelings telling yourself, this is nothing. That this is your co-worker and you weren't going to go there.
She chuckled, the sound warm and familiar "You're nervous, huh?". "Maybe a little." you admitted, the truth slipping out before you could stop it. The director, a sharply dressed woman named Julia, broke you two out of your little bubble as she came into the room with her choreographer Richard. Jonathan and a few other cast members followed her shortly after. Jonathan looked between you and Erin before cocking his head at you when Erin moved to stand beside you, like you were kids being caught doing something bad. There was a soft shuffle of papers, the rustle of scripts, and then.......... silence.
"Alright," Julia said, clapping her hands together, "Let's run the scene where your characters Lady Celine and Miss Lacey have their first true moment of connection. This is where their relationship begins to shift from just attraction to something much deeper."
You and Erin exchanged a brief glance. There was a charged moment between you, something unspoken, a recognition that this was it. The moment where everything would change. Where the work would truly begin. "Ready?" Erin whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. "Ready," you answered, though your voice had a slight tremor to it. Julia had you run lines for the scene while the other cast worked on blocking.
The scene began.
Dancing in the grand ballroom, learning a simple waltz at first. But as the music swirled, your bodies drifted closer, learning to effortlessly change dance partners till you danced together, the space between you shrinking. The tension was palpable. The words in the script were beautiful, delicate, but when you spoke them aloud, they carried more weight. You could feel Erin beside you, in front of you, surrounding you, her presence pulling you in. She truly is one of the best actors you've worked with.
The moment you were supposed to lean in, you could hear her breath, soft and steady. She made it feel real, more than just a line in a script. "You're not like the others," her voice low, almost a whisper. Your eyes flicker to hers, something unreadable in them. "Neither are you," you reply, your voice soft, but there's something beneath it, something hungry,
And that was it.
At that moment, there was no longer a script. There was no longer acting. It was just you and Erin, two women standing on the edge of something that could shift the course of their entire lives. The chemistry was undeniable, unspoken, yet it hung in the air similar to the sweet scent of blooming flowers in spring. You could feel the intensity of the scene, but you could also feel something else, a flutter of butterflies, an excitement deep in your chest that wasn't just the performance. It was Erin.
When the scene ended, the room seemed to hold its breath for a moment before Julia called out, "Perfect, you two. Just perfect. The way you looked at each other... Wow.". The applause from the crew was soft but genuine. You and Erin stood frozen for a second, still in character, still caught in the afterglow of the scene. Then, the moment shattered with Erin's laughter.
"Well, I think that went well," she said, her tone light. "Yeah," you agreed, but your voice was a little more breathless than you'd intended. "Good," she said with a playful grin, nudging you lightly with her shoulder. "Now let's make sure the rest of the scenes are just as fiery as that one." You both laughed, the tension from earlier easing into something more comfortable. But as the rehearsal continued, there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you: the connection from the scene wasn't just acting. There was a spark there, and it was only just beginning to grow.
Later, when the rehearsal wrapped up and everyone started to trickle out of the ballroom, Erin caught up with you near the door. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked, her voice casual, but there was an undertone of something else. Maybe it was the shared experience, the laughter, or the way your fingers had brushed more times than you'd intended during the rehearsal. Either way, the air between you was thick with something new. "Definitely," you said, offering her a small smile. Your eyes lingered on the door after she left
"You weren't acting, were you?" Jonathan hummed behind you effectively jump scaring you as you had thought you were the last one in the room. "OH god you scared me! Don't do that" you say, turning to him while gripping your chest. "You fancy her, don't you?" he quips at your reaction. The silence between you is thick as you search for the right thing to say. Your head drops to look at your feet as you confide in him "no.... Well, I don't think so.". Jonathan joins you by the door "Right sweetie we all just look at our costars like that.". "I think my judgments are clouded. I'm in a foreign country and I don't know many people, but we have to act like we are star-crossed lovers.... I'm caught up in the moment, that's all." you rant trying to defend yourself as you finish putting your things in your bag. Jonathan can tell you have a lot of conflicting feelings. "Hey, hey it's okay to feel your feelings, just saying I can tell when there are gay people being gay." he says leaving you to your thoughts.
And as you left the rehearsal room, the city streets outside suddenly felt brighter, the day warmer. The world felt full of possibility.
The whole car ride home, your brain and heart fight between what you think you feel, what you want to feel, and what you think is right. The line between script and reality blurs in the quiet moments, when her laugh echoes in your ears long after she's left, or when you find yourself watching her when you're not supposed to. You sat in your bed late that night hoping this wasn't some fucked up mind game this lonely city was playing on you.
You stretch your legs as you finally step off the plane, your knees stiff from nine hours of flying and your mind hazy with a cocktail of nerves and jet lag. Heathrow Airport is a blur of movement and accents, people weaving through customs and baggage claim with practiced ease. But for you, every moment feels surreal.
Your eyes land on a man in a black suit holding a pristine white sign with your name printed in neat serif letters. Below it, in playful script: "Welcome to London."
You smile, rolling your suitcase toward him. He nods respectfully.
"Ms. [Your Last Name]? I'm Tom. I've been assigned to be your driver during filming. Welcome."
"Thanks," you say, your voice cracking from sleep deprivation. As you slide into the backseat of the sleek black car, your phone buzzes.
looking at your phone seeing a new message from Your manager Kami in the form of a voice memo as in true Kami fashion she very rarely sends texts.
NEW MESSAGE - Manager Kami
"Don't forget, the cast party tonight at 7. It'll be a fun way to meet everyone before we start rehearsing tomorrow! OHH! and I had your outfit for tonight delivered to your flat already because I knew you would over think it, ok got to run bye!"
You exhale sharply leaning your head back on the seat, suddenly aware of how fast all of this is happening. Just a month ago, you were auditioning via Zoom from your tiny LA apartment, and now you're in London, cast as one half of Bridgerton's new queer couple who they will be developing in the background this season. opposite Erin Kellyman, of all people. Your heart thuds, just thinking about her. You had chemistry reads with her before, but you feel like your heart might stop seeing her in person. The car ride was long and primarily you calming your emotions before a night of socializing.
Stopping at your new flat to drop your luggage off and change before going to the cast party. You get out of the car and bring in your suite cases to what will be your new home during the filming of the season. Overwhelmed at the thought of living in a new country, as well as the process of sorting out your living arrangement back in L.A before coming here. So now you're a London girl. Now living in a foreign country with little ties to where you were before. overwhelmed to say the least and growingly home sick. you take a breath and change into the outfit Kami had sent to the flat for the party feeling like a doll being dressed up. Even though Kami was right about how you would over think it and she did pick out a fit that made you look hot. Taking one last look in the mirror before heading out to the car Tom was taking you to the party in.
The cast party is held at a stunning townhouse in Notting Hill. Fairy lights drape across the courtyard, and the air is filled with laughter, posh accents, and the clink of wine glasses. You spot her almost immediately.
Erin is standing by the bar, wearing black trousers and a cream silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to make you lose your train of thought. Her red curls are pinned loosely, and when she turns and catches your gaze, her expression shifts into a crooked grin that's impossible to read.
She makes her way over to you, casual, confident.
"You made it," she says as she leans to give you a friendly side hug.
"I did! Jet-lagged and slightly overwhelmed, but I'm here." you say returning her hug hoping she couldn't hear your heart beat out your chest.
"Welcome to the madness," she chuckles, then tips her drink toward you. "I'm Erin, but you already know that." she giggles. Seeing her eyes light up and smelling her Crisp and fresh perfume brings out a feeling you are in over your head. "And you're stuck pretending to be in love with me for the next few months." you joke with her. Erin's eyebrow arches "Pretending?" You laugh, not sure whether to take it as flirting or just her British sense of humor.
Erin takes you around the party introducing you to the cast members she has been able to meet in the weeks after being casted. She feels like a safety net for the cast party you didn't know you needed. Throughout the night you got lost in the party, feeling the close proximity to the cast and Erin not as scary as you first thought when you landed hours prior. "Falling in love already?" A voice from behind you pulls your attention away from Erin and your conversation to a tall brunette man holding a flute of champagne. "Sorry......what?" you respond as you're not quite sure you heard him right over the sounds of the party. "Falling in love already?" he repeats as you avert your attention around the room "With the cast I mean." he clarifies. "Ohh! Yes definitely, just a bit dumbfounded by it all." you say motioning to the commotion around you "I'm Y/N L/N by the way" you stuttered and extended your hand to shake. "Johnathan Bailey" he shakes your hand. "Don't worry you'll fit in nicely, we party hard, but we are good company" Jonathan says trying to be comforting. "Oh, I bet y'all are!" you tell him "Y'all? Oh, you're so American, this is going to be fun." he jokes, raising his glass to you to which you raise yours in return.
Feeling a little buzzed off the Champagne and the smoke that lingered outside the party when Erin walked you to your car. Holding your door open for you Erin recognizes your driver "Hey Tom! How have you been?" Erin converses with Tom as you get in and get buckled. "Get her home safe for me all right." Erin asked, "I'll see you at rehearsals tomorrow, yeh." she remarks "yup! See you tomorrow." you grin as she closes your door. That night you go home feeling the afterglow of the party. Feeling giddy as you close your flat door playing back the moments the lights caught Erin just right and when she told Tom to get her home safe.
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