YOU MAKE IT EASY
H.WILLIAMS MLIST
pairing: Hudson Williams x Actress!Fem Reader
summary: You and Hudson Williams, who were never supposed to fall for each other but did anyway – slowly, quietly, all at once. A rooftop almost-kiss that lingers like a heartbeat. the world watches them unravel in real time – soft glances, unhinged interviews, late-night show chaos, and a love story slipping through the cracks of “just acting.”
word count: 1.2k (not proofread!)
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You meet Hudson Williams on a typical Monday morning that smells like coffee. He’s already there when you arrive – hoodie up, hands in pockets, pretending he’s not watching the door waiting for you to arrive.
When you walk in, he straightens his back, like someone pulled a string in his spine.
“Hey,” he says, voice warm, soft around the edges. You say it back, and something in his expression flickers – like he’s relieved you sound exactly like he imagined.
The director introduces you two, but Hudson barely hears anything. He’s too busy memorizing the way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the way you smile politely, and the way you carry yourself.
You shake his hand, his grip is softer than you thought, and yours is steady. And for a moment, the world feels suspiciously quiet.
As the two of you get to filming, the director introduces a stunt that you and Hudson will be demonstrating. The stunt coordinator explains the sequence: you run, the platform collapses, you leap, hudson catches you.
Easy, choreographed, safe.
Hudson stands beside you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. He glances toward you, voice low enough only for you to hear. “I’ll catch you, I promise.”
You don’t know why, but your heart stutters at his words.
The first few takes are fine. You fall into his arms, he steadies you, you both laugh it off. Then take six happens, the platform collapses too early, your foot slips, and your body tilts backward into nothing. You don’t even get the chance to gasp.
Hudson is there – instantly – arms around you pulling you against him with a force that feels almost too protective, like you’re his. You land against his chest, fingers gripping his shirt, breath tangled within his.
The room goes completely silent. His hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, gentle, careful, like you’re a precious doll.
“You okay?” he whispers, voice shaking in a way that he couldn’t hide.
You nod, but you don’t move away from his warmth. Neither does he. For a moment, it’s just the two of you – your heartbeat against his, his minty breath brushing against your cheek, it felt like the world was holding its breath.
Someone on set ends up coughing. Hudson reluctantly lets go, but his hands trail down your arms, he’s memorizing the shape of you.
After that scene, something shifted between your relationship. Hudson walks beside you instead of behind you like he always was, checking your harness himself, he even offers his hand before every stunt – palm warm, steady, waiting. You take his hand, every time.
During lunch, he sits beside you, knees brushing against yours. During his breaks, he asks about your music, your favorite songs, the first concert you ever went to. He couldn’t help but listen to you like every word that came out of your pretty mouth mattered.
And every time you laugh at his jokes, he looks at you like he’s falling more and more in love with you in real time.
Today’s scene is supposed to be tense – hiding from the villain, pressed closely together in the shadows. The camera isn’t rolling yet, Hudson steps into your space, close enough that you can feel his breath against your face.
“Tell me if this is too close,” he murmurs, cheeks slightly flushing.
You look up to him heart racing. “It’s not.”
His smile softened, it was almost devastating to look at. The director calls action, Hudson doesn’t step back.
The final stunt ends with you landing upon his broad chest, both of you breathless, tangled in each other's space, laughing. Your hands are on his chest, his are on your waist, your faces inches apart. He looks at you like he’s engraving this moment into his brain.
“You okay?” he asks again, softer than ever.
“Yup.” You whisper, slightly popping your ‘p’.
Neither of you move for your position, and you know – this is no longer just acting.
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A week later after the movie was released, fans went absolutely berserk over you and Hudson’s chemistry, edits were being made, paparazzi snapped photos of you and Hudson left and right.
Your publicist calls your phone. “You and Hudson are booked for The Tonight Show. Together. The internet is obsessed with you two, including me!”
You blink, ignoring the last part she said. “Together?”
“Yes. The chemistry is undeniable between you two!”
You don’t argue at her words, you knew they were too good to be true.
Hudson calls you right after your publicist hangs up with you.
“So,” he says. “Guess we’re doing Fallon.”
You smile, feeling almost excited for the moment you two are about to share. “Guess so.”
He hesitates, before speaking again. “I’m glad,” he whispers. “I like being ‘round you.”
Your breath slightly catches. “I like being ‘round you too.”
His smile was soft, relieved, a little stunned – though you couldn’t see him through the screen, but he couldn’t believe you said it back to him.
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At the Tonight Show
The studio is buzzing – bright lights, warm laughter filled the air, the kind of energy that makes everything feel a little unreal. You and Hudson sit side by side on the couch, knees brushing, shoulders almost touching. He keeps glancing at you like he’s trying not to smile too hard.
Jimmy grins at the audience. “Okay, Okay – we have to talk about this movie. The chemistry you two have is insane!”
The crowd roars with cheers, Hudson’s facial expression reads ‘overwhelmed’, you hide your smile behind your hand.
Jimmy continues, “And we actually have a clip. Now, this is from one of the… uh… more intimate scenes!”
The audience screams, making Hudson’s eyes widen in shock, and you elbow him gently. He whispers, low enough for only you to hear. “Didn’t know they were showing that one.”
The screen behind you lights up. It’s the infamous rooftop scene – the one where your characters finally stop pretending they don’t want each other. The camera shows you pressed against a wall, city lights glow behind you but just enough to glow against your pretty face.
Hudson’s character steps into your space, close enough that your noses almost touch. Your voice in the clip is soft, unwavering with emotion. “You can’t keep doin’ this – saving me, risking everything.”
Hudson’s character looks at you, like you’re the only girl in the world. “I’m not risking anything,” he says. “I'm choosing you.”
The audience gasps with anticipation. On screen, he lifts your chin gently, thumb brushing against your jaw, and you lean into his touch like it's an instinct. The scene cuts right before the kiss, the studio erupts with screams.
Jimmy is laughing, fanning himself dramatically. “HELLO? That was… wow. That was romantic.”
Hudson is bright red, you’re trying not to laugh at how flushed his expression was.
Jimmy leans forward, curiously. “So, tell me – was it awkward filming that? Because it looks almost too natural.”
Hudson shakes his head, eyes soft, voice warm. “Honestly, Jimmy? It wasn't awkward at all.”
The audience screams with cheers again.
You raise a brow, teasingly. “Not even a little.”
Hudson shakes his head, smiling in that quiet, sincere way that makes your stomach flip. “No,” he says. “She makes it easy.”
The crowd loses it almost immediately. Jimmy clutches his chest. “My god, you two are killing us!”
Hudson laughs, but his foot finds yours under the desk – a small, secret touch the cameras don’t catch. You don’t dare to pull away. And for a moment, it feels like the whole world is watching the beginning of something neither of you can hide anymore.
Weeks after you and Hudson’s appearance on the Tonight Show, the two of you get asked to do another interview based off of all your edits, memes, and the Tonight Show clip.
The interviewer smiles politely, completely unaware of the storm you and Hudson are about to release. She announces what she’ll be showing you throughout the interview.
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A tweet that says “Hudson is down BAD.”
Hudson reads it aloud, then nods furiously. “Oh, 100 percent.”
You whip your head toward him. “HUH?”
He shrugs, completely unaware of how flustered you look. “I mean… have you seen you?”
You blink, the interviewer blink, and the entire internet collectively just lost their shit.
“Hudson,” you whisper, “You’re supposed to lie in interviews.”
“I’m bad at lyin’.” he says, smiling at you like he just confessed to having a massive crush on you.
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A meme of you two labeled ‘married behavior’.
You burst out laughing, Hudson leans against your shoulder, observing the screen.
“Married?” He says. “That’s… something.”
You tease, nudging your shoulder into his. “Scared of commitment, baby?”
He smirks, instantly catching the vibe you’re putting down. “Not with the right person.”
The interviewer drops her pen. You stare at him, appalled. He stares back, mocking your expression.
“Cut that,” he whispers to the camera guy. The camera guy definitely DOESN’T cut it.
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A fancam captioned “they’re in love and i’m tired of pretending they’re not.”
Hudson watches it silently, jaw tight, eyes soft. Meanwhile, you’re watching him watch it.
The interview feels somewhat intimidating. “So… thoughts?”
Hudson turns towards you, voice low. “I think the fans are very observant.”
You nearly fall out of your chair; the interviewer’s jaw is completely open.
“Hudson,” you hiss, “You can’t just SAY things like that!”
“Why not?” he shrugs. “It’s biblically true.”
You bury your face into your hands. Hudson pats your back like he didn’t just set fire to the internet.
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As soon as the cameras turn off, the interviewer exhales like she’s just survived a natural disaster. Hudson leans towards you, suddenly invading your space, whispering into your ear. “So… dinner after this?”
You glare at him, cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment. “You just admitted you’re down bad for me on camera.”
He grins. “And?”
You sigh dramatically. “Fine. But you’re paying.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way sweetheart.”