

It’s a romantic web-series that featured different couples going on dates around town. Hopefully, Yours was your company’s latest project the second season, the first one having been produced by a different group. There may be more than a kernel of truth in that. All that sappy crap is for the camera,” Willow snorted, shaking her head in disenchanted disappointment. “This is supposed to be a cheesy, ultra-romantic show,” Kiki whispered from her place at your side. The AD looked back at you in dismay, the rest of the staff watching with varying levels of exasperation. “She said my songs are predictable! You want me to work with a hater?” Kai protested loudly, and Hollow turned back to him in a fury. But she did seem calmer, the scalding rage of her glare simmering down as he continued to reason with her.Īnd then her partner for the episode walked back onto the set. Things were not going according to the very well-thought-out plan.įrom your place next to Homer, the camera guy, you watched with mounting apprehension as Hollow resisted the AD’s attempts to placate her. How can you still expect me to shoot with this jerk?” As the video begins playing, the memories of that day rise up to the forefront of your mind, refusing to be outdone by this Your heart begins its anxious thump against its cage, a beat all too familiar to you by now. Pulling your laptop towards you, you open the tab that has the streaming site open. It’s been a whole week since you filmed the episode, and while you were able to keep your thoughts at bay through it, it’s finally caught up to you.Īfter all, this is the episode you’re going to be in. Reaching listlessly for your phone, you squint at the bright screen through bleary eyes it’s 9:00 pm already, and you’ve managed to sleep most of your Sunday away. They had finished editing the episode on Thursday, and Jason had already texted you last night to let you know it would be ready to be uploaded at 7:00 pm today.

But as Anna had told you, there’s no way you can avoid this. Not after the week you’ve had, and because you know what awaits you. You don’t really want to come out of your haven. It’s the incessant buzzing of your phone that lures you out of the warm cocoon of your blanket. I felt it in my bones when I listened to it again after all these years. Victor said: keep writing, hoe.ĪLSO!!! Yours by Ella Henderson is. I tried something a lil new (for me) in this one 👉👈 something I picked up quite recently from works I adored, so I hope you like it! It got longer than I intended so I had to split it into 2 parts. Warnings/Tags: language, fluff, oblivious behaviour, dating show, social media, Victor might be a little OOC because I’ve written him differently, some making out in the next part hence the rating, no smut though, my sense of humourĪ/n: as always, I’m here to clown around. A happy accident-except it’s a dating show and you have to pretend your feelings aren’t real. Summary: A fight between co-stars leads to you taking their place, along with the man you’ve been carrying a rather fervid torch for.
