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fandoms i like writing for the most: stranger things, hunger games, hotd, got, f1, Harry Potter, Narnia, Percy Jackson
Ravenclaw! Cabin 6!
fav people to write for: anything Finn wolfhard, Jamie Campbell bower or Oscar piastri related
things I love writing: exâs to lovers, enemies to lovers, angst in general
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Max Verstappen fan (Iâm Dutch)
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not a byler fan and i donât apologise for that cause my baby El doesnât deserve all that
pairing: Jamie Campbell bower x younger! fem!actress reader
summary: you never thought you had much of a chance with Jamie due to your age gap so you flirt with him without thinking about it. Itâs just a joke. Until itâs not.
The first scene you shot for season five was with Jamie Campbell bower. It was before Holly was brought to the house and where it was revealed that your character was still alive. That first day on set was always very special to you but now you werenât sharing it with the people you usually share it with but with Jamie
âHello darlingâ heâd greeted you that morning âyou ready?â Holy shit. He was wearing black glasses a brown blouse red tie and a slightly darker brown suit, he looked delicious
âNo way they put you in this,â you said before you could stop yourself.
He frowned, genuinely uncertain. âYou donât like it? I think it quite suits me.â
âOh, you look lovely,â you said quickly. âI think wardrobe might actually hate me.â
He frowned slightly, studying your face now instead of his outfit. âWhat?â
âNothing,â you mumbled. âJustâif I forget my lines, itâs on those glasses,â you added, pushing yourself up out of your chair and grabbing your sides like you needed the physical movement to reboot your brain.
âSorry?â
âYou heard me!â you called over your shoulder as you walked toward the set, refusing to look back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing your expression.
You could feel his eyes on you anyway.
Behind you, his laughter followedâsoft, pleased, and entirely too confident.
two: the interview
Press week had been chaotic.
Youâd rotated through couches and junket rooms with almost everyoneâSadie and Millie, Caleb, Gaten, Finn and Noah, Natalia. You knew the rhythm by now: smile, answer, repeat.
But today was Jamie.
âHello, Iâm Jamie Campbell Bower,â he said, sitting a little straighter than usual, voice carefully neutral.
âAnd Iâm Y/N Y/L/N,â you replied, turning toward the camera, âand today weâre going to interview each other with the power of acting.â
You smiledâsmall, controlled.
âOh, I love how you said that,â Jamie chuckled. âThe power of acting.â
âI feel like youâre mocking me,â you said, dry, but your eyes flicked to his anyway.
âNever,â he replied easily. âI admire the commitment.â
You hummed, unconvinced. âThat didnât sound like admiration.â
He tilted his head, studying you for a second too long. âYou always assume the worst.â
You roll your eyes âletâs get startedâ
you look down at the card in your hand âwhat was your worst experience on the stranger things set? And your emotion is fearâ you tell him
Jamie blinked. Once.
âOh,â he said quietly.
He sat back in his chair, shoulders tightening almost imperceptibly. When he looked up again, his eyes were widerânot exaggerated, just alert, like he was bracing for something.
âThe chair,â he said.
You smiled slightly âthe chair?â
âYes,â he continued, voice lower now. âThe makeup chair.â
He clasped his hands together, fingers pressing too tightly. âSeven hours,â he said, as if the number itself unsettled him. âNot moving. Not scratching. Just⊠sitting there.â
âThereâs a point,â he went on, gaze unfocused, âwhere you stop feeling like a person and start feeling like a project. And youâre thinkingâwhat if I need to sneeze?â
That did it. you laughed and Jamie chuckled as well ânow youâ he says
You drew in a slow breath. âOkay. Imagine⊠Watergate in Season Four.â
Jamie raised an eyebrow. âOh no.â
âYeah,â you said, voice steady but eyes widening slightly. âForty-five hours in wet clothes. Every time they started to dry me off, someone sprayed me with water again. Over and over.â You let the pause hang. âYouâre cold. Miserable. And youâre supposed to act like itâs⊠normal. Like nothing is happening.â
He leaned back, grinning eyes trained on you âThat sounds awful.â
You shrug, glancing down at your hands for a moment, biting your acrylic nails a little harder than necessary. âIt was,â you admit, voice flat but with just enough edge to make him grin.
Jamie leans back slightly, still watching you, eyes gleaming. âI mean⊠you look horrified.â
You laugh folding your legs âmoving onâ
âokayâ Jamie looks down at his card âwho was your favorite person to do scenes with this season? And itâs annoyedâ
You raised an annoyed brow âwhat even is that question?â
Jamie chuckled âwell i didnât write itâ
You scoff âitâs literally so nosyâ
You glare at him. âFine. Sadie Sink. There. Happy?â
He blinks, mock-offended. âThat was fast.â
âBecause itâs obvious,â you snap, folding your arms. âSheâs brilliant.â
Jamie nods âoh she isâ
âWhoâs yours then?â
âoh youâre asking me?â Jamie asks also acting annoyed now âwhat you expect me to say you?â He scoffs
You scoff âyes actuallyâ
âWell good because you areâ
You gasp dropping the act âis it actually?â
âKick your feet about that at home will ya?â
You grin âoh I will, I feel kinda bad for saying Sadie nowâ
He chuckles, waving it off. âDonât. Sadieâs great. Iâll just⊠quietly spiral about it later. No big deal.â
You laugh, nudging his knee with yours. âIâll send you a sympathy card.â
You look at the card again âokay, what do you like most about the other?â
Jamie laughs âis that actually there or are you just fishing for compliments?â
You chuckle âno itâs here alright, and the emotion isââ you look down at the card again âsadness, you firstâ you tell him
You gesture toward him. âYou first.â
He shifts in his seat, suddenly quieter, eyes fixed on the floor. âAlright.â
He clears his throat, then glances at youâonce, quicklyâbefore looking away again. âWhat I like most about you is⊠youâre kind. Like, actually kind. Not the performative, smile-for-the-camera kind. The real kind. Even when people donât deserve it.â
You blink, caught off guard.
Jamie keeps going, voice softer now, like heâs trying not to let it sound too sincere. âIâve seen people be short with you. Rude. Passive-aggressive. And you never snap back. You just⊠absorb it. Stay calm. Stay decent. And I donât know how you do that.â
You stare at him, lips parting slightly.
He shrugs, still not meeting your eyes. âYouâre more mature than me. You handle things with this grace I donât think Iâll ever have.â
âwowâ you say caught of guard
Jamie grins pleased with himself âyea try and do better than thatâ
You laugh âwell I was gonna go with your hair but that seems a little shallow nowâ
âToo late, you said itâ
âOkay let me give a fair shot at this yea?â You clear your throat and crack your knuckles âlet me get readyâ Jamie laughs loudly âyouâre ridiculousâ
You roll your eyes, then go quiet for a second. Your fingers fidget with the edge of the card, and when you speak again, your voice is softer.
âI reallyâuhâŠâ You glance down, not quite meeting his eyes. âI really like how you listen to everyone. Even if itâs complete nonsense. You never make people feel small for talking. You just⊠let them be heard.â
Jamie smiles âthatâs nice but fuck you for pulling out the crocodile tearsâ he says wiping one away from your chin
You grin âtop that loserâ
He scoffs ânextâ he looks down at his card âwhoâs you celebrity crush? Emotionââ he chuckles âflirtyâ
You immediately put one of your nails between your teeth âwell I canât tell you, because you know himâ
âOh do I now?â
âYes very wellâ
Jamie narrows his eyes, playing along. âIs it someone Iâve worked with?â
You stared up at him with big seductive eyes âi think you knowâ
Jamie laughs âyouâre quite good at that actually, but youâre a very naturally flirty personâ he says pointing the card towards you
âIâm really notâ you say
âYou always flirt with everyoneâ
You grin âwell no need to get jealous honeyâ you tease
three: coffee run
You didnât bother knocking. The trailer door opened with a quick push, and you leaned inside, already mid-thought. âIâm going on a coffee runâdoes anyoneââ
You stopped.
Jamie was sitting at the small table, script in front of him, pen in hand. He looked up, eyes steady, like heâd clocked you the second the door opened.
ââŠwant coffee,â you finished, a little slower.
There was a brief pause. âHuh, i kinda expected more people to be hereâ you said. Jamie looked up âI want coffeeâ he said. You nodded âwhat ya want?â He raised to his feet âIâll come withâ âIâll come with.â You let out a small breath through your nose, a smile tugging at your lips. âYou donât trust me to handle a coffee order?â Jamie glanced at you briefly. âYou walked in here and forgot what you were saying.â
âThat was different.â
âHow?â You shrugged, leaning lightly against the doorframe. âYou were distracting.â That earned you a lookâquick, but direct. Not surprised. Not flustered. Just⊠noted. âRight,â he said, like he wasnât going to engage with that.
Four: edits
The interview set was dressed to look casual, but everything about it was still very Stranger Thingsâdim practical lamps, a couch that was slightly too perfect, and a camera that definitely wasnât pretending not to exist.
You were sitting close enough to Jamie that your knees almost brushed when you shifted. âSo today,â the interviewer said brightly, âweâre going to show you both some fan edits.â You immediately frowned. âThatâs a threat.â Jamie nodded once. âThat does sound like a warning.â
A laptop was turned toward you both. The first video started. It was youâsoft edits from interviews, set moments, slow-motion clips of you laughing layered over a dreamy song. Someone had clearly decided you were the emotional core of the universe. You covered your face âoh thatâs horrible! I should never laugh againâ Jamie scoffed âyou looked greatâ another two edits of you were shown and then your laugh echoed on the background of the music âIâll projectile vomit turn this offâ you warned, the man behind the camera laughed âweâll show you the Jamie editsâ you grinned âfinally, this should be goodâ âOkay i didnât bully you when it was your turnâ Jamie muttered. The first edit started playing âyes, Iâd hit, smack it from the back. Actually can you send that to me?â You asked the guy deeply serious
Jamie leaned back into the sofa, rubbing a hand over his mouth like he was trying not to smile too openly. âYou canât just say things like that in an interview setting.â
âI can,â you said. âAnd I did.â
The interviewerâtrying very hard not to lose control of the segmentâcleared their throat. âSo⊠Jamie edits are a hit, then?â
âDonât take her too seriously sheâs like a drug addict i thinkâ Jamie mumbled trying to make it a joke
You grinned âan addict i amâ
Five: texts
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âJesus, Jamieââ At the sound of his name, Jamie finally dragged his eyes away from across the bar, though not without hesitation. âMhm?â he hummed, like he hadnât been very obviously staring for the past ten minutes.
Maya snorted under her breath, leaning her elbow onto the sticky counter. âYou know sheâs only flirting with him because the bartender wonât serve her anymore.â
Across the room, you laughed a little too loudly at something the poor guy said, leaning closer like you actually cared. In reality, you were just trying to angle yourself into his next drink order.
It was trueâpainfully obvious, really. Youâd been working the same conversation for the last forty minutes, all because the bartender had cut you off after you climbed onto the pool table, attempted some kind of spin, and promptly knocked your head against a hanging lamp.
âI know,â Jamie replied, but his voice had that edge to it nowâtight, controlled. âJust think there are easier ways to get a drink, is all.â
Maya turned her head slowly, grin spreading. âOh? What, like through you?â
Before he could answer, Natalia let out a sharp gasp, grabbing onto Mayaâs arm like sheâd just witnessed something scandalous. âJamie Campbell Bower, are you jealous right now?âJamie scoffed immediatelyâtoo fast. âWhat? No.â Maya raised an eyebrow. âThat was a very quick âno.ââ
âIâm not jealous,â he repeated, dragging a hand through his hair, though his gaze had already flicked back over to you. âShe can do whatever she wants.â
âRight,â Natalia said, nodding slowly, clearly not buying it for a second. âIncluding batting her eyelashes at that guy whoâby the wayâis definitely about to buy her another drink.â As if on cue, the guy beside you waved the bartender down. Jamieâs jaw tightened. Maya caught it instantly. âThere it is,â she murmured, delighted. âThe jaw thing.â
âTheâwhat jaw thing?â Jamie snapped, but it lacked heat.
âThe one you do when youâre annoyed but pretending youâre not,â she said sweetly.
âIâm not annoyed.â
âMm-hm.â
Natalia leaned in, lowering her voice like she was narrating a nature documentary. âObserve the subject as he grows increasingly agitatedââ
âI am not agitated.â
Maya tilted her head. âThatâs concern.â
ââwatch how his eyes keep darting back to the same locationââ
Jamie pushed himself off the bar slightly, exhaling sharply through his nose. âShe literally hit her head ten minutes ago. Maybe I just donât think she should be drinking more.â
âThatâs common sense.â
âThatâs jealousy with a British accent,â Natalia corrected. Jamie rolled his eyes, but it didnât quite land because at that exact moment, you laughed again, placing a hand on the guyâs arm. That did it. âOkay, thatâs enoughâ he raised to his feet leaving Maya and Natalia chuckling at the table.
Jamie leaned against the bar right behind youâso close you felt his presence before you even saw him, his breath ghosting against your neck.
âJamie!â you said, turning, half-surprised, half-amused. âHello, sweetheart,â Jamie Campbell Bower replied smoothly, like he belonged there. His eyes dropped briefly to the drink in front of you. âShould you be drinking?â
You frowned. âWhat?â He didnât answer youâjust looked past you to the guy beside you. âSheâs an alcoholic,â he said, completely deadpan. âEscaped from rehab this morning.â
There was a beat. Then you blinkedâand laughed. âJamie, what the fuck?!â Jake froze, his hand still near the glass, eyes darting between you. âWaitâseriously?â
âI am not,â you said quickly, turning to him. âHeâs lying.â Jamie made a small, thoughtful face, like he was reconsidering something. âEarly stages of denial,â he added. âShut up,â you snapped, trying not to smile despite yourself. Jake hesitated⊠then slowly pulled the drink a couple inches away from you anyway. âOh my god,â you groaned. âYou cannot be serious.â
âIâm extremely serious,â Jamie said, already reaching past you and picking up the glass like it was evidence in a case. âDoctorâs orders.â
âWhose doctor?!â
âMine.â You stared at him. âYou donât have a doctor.â
âExactly. Very exclusive.â
Despite yourself, you let out a short laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre insane.â
âMm. Been told.â Jake shifted awkwardly. âUh⊠should Iâlikeânot get her another one?â
âNo,â you said immediately. âYes,â Jamie said at the exact same time. You shot him a look. âI hate youâ Jamie grinned âAnger is another stageâ them finally they guy stood and just left âare you kidding me?â You looked to Jamie
Jamie grins âso, seriousâ
âscrew youâ
âyou need a drink come to meâ Jamie says
You gasp âwere you jealous just now?â
Jamie rolls his eyes âno, weâre friends Iâm trying to protect youâ
You hiss âfriendzoned? Really Jamie?â
âokay, iâm taking you homeâ
âNo dinner first? Geezâ
âYour home sweetheartâ
Seven: childish
Heâd been smoking a lot.
And you werenât exactly the most observant personâsomeone could go through two packs right in front of you and you probably wouldnât even register it. So for you to notice? It had to be bad. âYou okay?â you asked, glancing over at him. You still had about an hour before you had to head back to set. âYeah.â
You frowned at the short answer. âYou sure?â you pressed. âBecause Iâm pretty sure thatâs, like⊠your ninth cigarette in ten minutes.âJamie pushed himself up slightly, resting his arms on his knees. âItâs fine.â You let out a small scoff. âFor you, maybe. Iâve been sitting here inhaling all of itâIâm pretty sure Iâm getting secondhand cancer.â
He rolled his eyes but stubbed the cigarette out in the damp grass beside him anyway.
âHappy?â he asked.
âDelighted,â you shot back. âYou know Iâm way too young to die.â
âYeah,â Jamie said, already getting to his feet. âYouâre too young for a lot of things.â You blinked, then quickly stood, brushing the grass off your clothes as you followed after him.âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â âNothing, just a factâ âYea cause that didnât seem loaded at allâ you mutter sarcastically ây/n you once told me youâre a firm believer of soulmatesâ
Jamie said, you frowned at that âso?â He shrugged âyou just have a very childish way of looking at thingsâ you laughed at that âah, there it is. It always comes back to that doesnât it?â Jamie frowns âto what?â He asked, you pulled out a cigarette off your own pocket putting it between your lips âto you thinking Iâm immatureâ Jamie shook his head âi didnât say immatureâ
âYea because childish is so differentâ
His gaze dropped to the cigarette in your hand again. âYou gonna light that?â he asked. You followed his eyes, then looked back up at him, something sharper slipping into your tone.
âMaybe. Why?â you said. âYou think Iâm too childish to smoke?â Jamie shook his head, a quiet chuckle escaping him despite himself. âYouâre too much.â You scoffed, folding your arms loosely, the cigarette still between your fingers. âWow. Youâre being so kind today.â
âIt wasnât supposed to offend you,â he said, a little more serious now.
âOh, really? Because itâs doing a great job.â
He exhaled, like he was trying to decide whether to explain himself or just leave it. âYouâre too much,â he repeated, slower this time. âAs inâyouâre⊠a lot. In a good way.â You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. âRight.â
âNo,â he insisted, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth now. âI mean it. Youâre great. And then thereâs justââ he gestured vaguely, searching for the words, âa little extra on top of that.â You stared at him for a second, trying to figure out if he was joking.
âA little extra?â you echoed.
âYeah.â
You huffed a small laugh, shaking your head. âThat might be the worst compliment Iâve ever received.â Jamie smiled properly this time, like he knew that and didnât care. âStill a compliment.â
âLook, i didnât mean to offend you. I just think you look at soulmates and true love and all that stuff in a way I never wouldâ
âI donât think about it in this enormous way you think I do. I think itâs just⊠someone who sees you properly,â you said. âEven when youâre being annoying.â A faint smile tugged at his mouth despite himself.
âThatâs a low bar.â
âExactly,â you said immediately. âWhich is why itâs so rare.â He looked at you for a momentâlong enough that your expression softened without you meaning it to.
Then he nodded once, slowly. Not agreeing. Not disagreeing. Just⊠considering it.
eight: bit
What had once been a rolling jokeâa harmless little âgirl crush,â as your mother used to call it when you were youngerânow felt like something you couldnât quite compartmentalize anymore.
And it was starting to show âCut!â The sound snapped you back immediately.
âY/n, are you okay? Are you hot?â You blinked, straightening quickly, like youâd been caught doing something you absolutely werenât supposed to be doing. âUhâno,â you said quickly. âWhy?â Matt Duffer tilted his head slightly, watching you with mild concern. âYou just look a little red in the face, thatâs all.â
âOh.â You gave a small, forced laugh and waved a hand like it meant nothing. âYeah, no, Iâm fine. Justâuh⊠lights. Warm set. All good.â
âAlright,â he said, still not fully convinced but letting it go. âWeâll reset in a second.â You nodded too fast. âYeah, perfect.â
âHereâ Jamie handed you a bottle of water âhydrateâ You took it without thinking, twisting the cap off and taking a long drink like it might reset something in your brain. âYou donât need to be nervous,â he muttered. You paused mid-sip, lowering the bottle slightly. âWhat?â He rolled his eyes, like it was obvious. âCâmon. Youâre practically shaking under my touchâ
That made you choke out a laugh, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. âOh, fuck off.â Jamieâs mouth twitched, but he didnât fully smile.âIâm serious,â he said, quieter now. âYouâre overthinking it.â You stared at him for a second, then gestured vaguely with the bottle. âIâm not nervous,â you said. âYeah?â he replied, raising an eyebrow. âLook, sweetheart,â he said, tone easy but deliberate, âI know this whole you-flirting-with-me thing is a bit. You donât need to feel awkward about it.â Your expression shifted immediately. Not angry exactlyâjust caught. âItâs not that,â you said quickly, pushing yourself off the wall. Jamie watched you.
âIâm just tiredâ you handed him the bottle back âalsoâ you added lowering your voice âI never said it was a bitâ
âReady!?â Mattâs voice echoed and you simply stuck up your thumb
Jamie spoke first âis this what you wanted?â You scoffed fully in character now âwhy would you think any of this is what I wanted Henry?â You took a step forward âI had a home, a family, a boyfriend!â You snapped, Jamieâs teeth gritted âyou were miserable! You worked three jobs!â
âI loved working!â you cut in, voice rising. âI loved doing anything! All youâve got me doing here is cleaning windows and pouring tea!â
The air between you both tightened, the scene pulling everyone on set into silence without anyone needing to call it. Jamie stepped closer now, dangerously close, voice low and urgent. âI saved you!â he said. âYou hated your life!â
You took a step back, hands pressing to your chest as if the words physically hit you.
âBut it was my life,â you said, slower nowâmore controlled, more devastating. âMy life!â A beat. Your eyes locked with his. âYou donât get to take that from me!â Silence. Heavy. Absolute. Even the crew behind the cameras seemed frozen in it, waiting to see if the air would move again. Jamie didnât break eye contact. Not immediately. ThenââCut.â
After the scene Jamie followed you ây/n!â He yelled catching up with you âheyâ you grinned âhelloâ
âYou ran off,â he said. âI didnât run,â you corrected lightly. âI walked away with purpose.â That earned a small huff of a laugh from him, but it faded quickly. His expression shifted againâless amused now, more serious. âYou were good in there,â he said. You blinked, caught slightly off guard by the honesty. âSo were you.â
âCan weâ? Do you wanna have dinner?â He asked, you frowned âwith you?â Jamie nodded âpreferably yes, with meâ
âI mean we have dinner all the time no need to be all seriousâ
âNo as in, later. Some other day. As a dateâ
You grin âthink I have time in my schedule maybeâ
âOh please lestat!â Your husband was known for his temper.
That fact had not been hidden from you when you met himâquite the opposite. It had been one of the first things you learned about him, right alongside the far more shocking revelation that the beautiful stranger who had taken such an obsessive interest in you was not a man at all.
He had already been a vampire.
Already immortal. Already centuries old. Already impossibly vain, theatrical, dangerous, and magnificent in equal measure.
And apparently immortality did absolutely nothing to improve oneâs patience.
âYou expect me to endure this humiliation in silence?â Lestatâs voice rang through the house like a stage actor delivering the final line of a tragedy. âYou expect me to stand there like some discarded relic, while you throw your smiles at another man!?â You dropped into a chair with a heavy sigh, pressing your fingers to your temple.
Jealousy. Thatâs what this was.
Petty. Endless. Exhausting jealousy.
âI did not banish you Lestat, you were welcome to join the conversationâ
Lestat scoffed.
âJoin the conversation?â he repeated calmly.
âRejoignez la conversation!?â he shouted a moment later, the calm shattering like glass.
He threw his hands into the air in dramatic disbelief.
âHow could I possibly impose,â he demanded, voice dripping with outrage, âwhen you were eye-fucking the man with the stupid bow tie! Do our vows mean nothing to you?!â
The laugh slipped from your mouth before you could stop it.
It was small. Unfortunate. Fatal.
Because when you watched your husbandâs eyes widen â shocked, wounded, and then rapidly igniting with volcanic fury â you knew he was about to really explode now.
âSo they do not,â he said very calmly.
Dangerously calmly.
âGive me your ring.â
You rolled your eyes.
âLestatââ
His palm slammed down on the table with enough force to send the chess set rattling violently before several pieces clattered to the floor.
âDo not mock me!â
You didnât even flinch.
You just stared at him.
Unimpressed.
This wasnât the first time heâd asked for your wedding ring back. Hell, this wasnât even the third time. Lestat was a dramatic creature by nature. Possessive. Territorial. Deeply convinced that emotional theatrics were the highest form of communication.
âLestat, do not be dramatic. Again.â
âI could hear your heart skip a beat when he spoke to you!â Lestat exploded.
You paused.
Slowly, calmly, you put a cigarette between your lips, flicked your metal lighter open, and held the flame to the end of it.
âThatâs physically impossible,â you said around the cigarette.
âYou think I cannot hear it?â he demanded, stalking toward you like a storm wearing silk and gold. âYou think I cannot hear the small betrayals of your body? The change in rhythm? The slight acceleration when he leaned closer to you?â
You inhaled slowly.
Then exhaled a stream of smoke directly to the side so you wouldnât breathe it in his face â because that would just make the argument worse and you were tired. âLestat,â you said patiently, âyou cannot hear my heart skipping beats because the heart is not capable of itâ it was silent for a second the only sound lestatâs seething anger.
âfineâ Lestat then said âdo whatever your wantâ he added âshow your tits to a hobo for all I care!â He yelled angrily âbut I will not stand here and have you mock me!â
You watched him very carefully.
He turned sharply on his heel.
âIâm going to sleep.â
He started walking down the long hallway like a wounded, extremely dramatic phantom.
âKeep the ring,â he called without turning around. âYouâll be able to rent a nice apartment for yourself when you pawn it.â
You blinked slowly.
âAs you did our love!â he shouted from the next room. You stared at the hallway in silence for a full three seconds. Then you sighed again, poured yourself a martini and started carefully reading your book.
You walked calmly to the bar cart, poured yourself a martini with slow, deliberate precision â three parts patience, one part alcohol, a splash of marital tolerance â then carried it over to the armchair by the window.
You sat down.
Opened your book.
And began reading very carefully, very peacefully, very pointedly ignoring the six-foot-two theatrical disaster currently brooding somewhere down the hall.
From the next room, you heard him.
Stomping.
Not quietly, either. Lestat never did anything quietly when he wanted to make sure you were aware of his emotional state.
You heard a drawer open.
Close.
Open again.
Something metallic clinked loudly, followed by a muttered, offended French curse. And then his voice again now aimed at you âI am alright thank you very much wife!â He called sarcastically. Then within ten minutes it went quiet and thatâs when you decided to put down your book and walk to the bedroom. You looked to his closed coffin next to yours âLestat?â You said softly âare you awake?â He did not answer even though you knew he was definitely awake.
âMy sweet, stubborn, petty, and beautiful husband,â you said softly.
You could practically hear him roll his eyes from inside the coffin.
He did not budge.
Did not speak.
Did not open the lid.
Just stayed there in stubborn, theatrical silence like a very old, very dramatic corpse with feelings.
âThat I even have to address this,â you continued quietly, âthat I have to say out loud that I love you and only you is ridiculous to me.â
Still nothing.
You traced your fingers lightly along the edge of the coffin lid.
âI have spent the last ninety years proving that I love you,â you said. Your voice was softer now, losing some of the teasing edge. âNinety years of standing beside you. Ninety years of hunting with you. Ninety years of listening to you complain about everything from architecture to bad poetry to men with bow ties.â
A faint, suspiciously quiet sound came from inside the coffin.
Not a response.
Just⊠awareness.
âAnd you thinking otherwise,â you said, âplainly said, hurts my feelings.â
That was what finally made the coffin go completely still.
âThen,â you continued softly, âfurther, I have to admit that I was not laughing at the man or his jokes.â
Inside the coffin, you could feel the shift in attention.
âI mean,â you added, carefully, âsomeone had a very loud thought about how attractive you are, and that just made me laugh. Knowing that theyâll never have you⊠because I do.â
It was a lie.
The man with the bow tie had been funny. Short. Cocky. A little too sure of himself. Not nearly blonde enough for your taste. But Lestat would never believe you could find someone funny while not being attracted to them anyway so you lied. A little white lie never hurt anyone.
Then the lid opened
âI forgive you,â Lestat announced immediately, as if he had been practicing the line for several minutes inside the coffin, âbut only because I hate going to bed angry.â
You nodded.
Because honestly, that was as close to an apology as you were going to get tonight.
You stepped into the coffin â a move that would have horrified most people but was completely normal in your marriage â and settled carefully beside him.
The interior was cool, dark, and smelled faintly of polished wood, old perfume, and something distinctly Lestat.
You rested your head against his chest.
He immediately wrapped one arm around you, pulling you closer in that instinctive, possessive, protective way he always did when the argument was finally over but he was still making sure you were real and still there.
being an x reader writer and trying to be inclusive of all readers makes me overthink so much like should i write about you having smth with milk in it? no no what if the reader is lactose-intolerant. about the reader being the big spoon? noo what if they wanna be cuddled like a little spoon. about fingers through your hair? noooo what if the person reading it is bald
Part one: Vecna/henry has kidnapped you to be his wife or âMrs whatsitâ and your boyfriend Steve and all your friends think you are dead till he kidnaps someone whoâs a little close to home. Holly wheeler
part two: max tells Steve that youâre alive and that henry has taken you
part three: with all these kids in your home you are asked to go to the attic to get a dress âjust like yoursâ when you try you fall and start remembering things you shouldnât
part four: all your memories start coming back one by one and at the same time your friends are fighting for their life. And then finally you make it back to Steve.
Okay guys I have a lot of requests rn and i I intend on writing them all but I also want to write an epilogue for mr sandman and i need to finish writing the book Iâm writing for class so sorry if itâs taking a little long, i didnât forget abt u guys promise