hi i've had three nosebleeds today
i'm listening to: drama mama podcast by benoftheweek (ep. is 'lil nas x must be stopped') lmao
Holy fuck.
As (Y/N) and Iain neared the current filming set, the way Iain's grasp on her hand grew noticeably tighter shook her out of her trance. She genuinely thought he meant nothing by it, but, the way he smiled at her with a blush on his face said otherwise.
He turned the other way before she could return it, earning a small grunt from her. She glanced down at their intertwined fingers, the heat on her face only taking over more. Iain's fingers slowly curled away from (Y/N)'s, and began to run slowly against the fabric of what she assumed was her outfit for the set.
"(Y/N)," Iain began, not bothering to look away from the dress she was supposed to wear. (Y/N) turned her head toward him, an innocent look plastered along her face. "Uh-huh?" she replied, glancing at the (F/C) dress. It was pretty; it was shiny and long, the material looked as if it was silk. Seemingly expensive. (Y/N)'s eyes trailed down the dress, a pink hue spreading along her cheeks and nose as she noticed the slightly long slit that fell down the dress. Iain would have to see her in this dress, she realized. Shit. "Does this look about your size?" he questioned, raising a brow, as he used his left index finger to point to the long dress, while his right arm outstretched to present the dress, fingers interlocked with the metal hanger.
Those should be my fingers, (Y/N) thought to herself, before the feel of blush growing told her to stop it. "Oh, yeah! Looks like it..." she trailed off, as she walked forward to run her fingers down the middle of it. "Great!" he grinned, before handing it to her. "Go ahead and try it on, we'll be waiting for you!" he said gleefully, his grin never leaving his lips. (Y/N) blushed, standing there awkwardly as her brain processed what had just happened. His hand was pressed against the middle of her chest, barely grazing her...
"U-Uh, alright! I'll be back in a sec." She smiled at him, before wrapping her arms around the dress, like a hug, and taking it and her towards the bathroom down the hall.
(Y/N) closed the door behind her, her blush fading finally. She hoped he didn't see it. Or did she? Anyways, she quickly stripped off her current outfit in front of the large mirror, ignoring her full body view. She grabbed the dress from the side of the counter, and quickly dropped it over her head. It slowly but surely slid down her neck, to her chest, to her stomach, to her waist, and the cold but soft material slowly fell past her legs and finally rested a bit above her ankles.
Fixing the straps, she turned to look at herself in the mirror. The dress was really nice, and it hugged her body perfectly. Some parts were tight, and some were a bit loose. But it was comfortable and slim, and it fit and looked good. That's all that mattered. She smiled to herself, flattening out her hair and making sure the dress covered everything.
(Y/N) wrapped her hand around the metal slowly, the cold feeling causing her to shiver. After crouching down and picking up her clothes from before, she swung them over her forearm and opened the door.
Iain's voice was the first one she heard; or maybe that was just the first one she paid attention to. "Where should I put my clothes?" (Y/N) muttered out, maybe louder than anticipated. Iain turned around slowly, and so did everyone else around him. Were they also waiting to see her? "W-Wow..." Iain stammered, his eyes widening at the sight. (Y/N) stood there up straight, her hand still grasping the doorknob. Her other arm was bent up, still holding her previous clothes. The (F/C) dress glistened, and all the sounds and voices seemed to fade away as they held eye contact. It wasn't strong, and it wasn't passionate. It was soft, and it was light. That's how she and him wanted it. She examined his face, noticing his pink cheeks and flushed neck. She felt the same, she could practically hear the way her blush curled down to her ears.
"Well? Do I look good?"
Iain seemed like he didn't even have to think about it, not hesitant to respond with: "Yes!"
