on-screen chemistry.
(dacre montgomery x reader)Â
request:Â What about a dacre fic where he and the reader both work on Stranger Things (reader is an actor as well) and dacre is doing an interview and they ask about the reader and the relationship between their characters (whether itâs friendly, unfriendly, intimate or whatever is up to you) and if thereâs any chemistry or feelings off set and dacre accidentally admits to liking the reader.
summary: turns out, dacre gets a little nervous when asked about you in interviews. and when he gets nervous, he word vomits. a lot.
word count: 2,144
âSo, Dacre, how would you describe filming season three, compared to season two?â
You glanced up from your spot against the wall, watching as Dacre gave the interviewer a charming grin. You just let out the softest of snorts, earning a glare from the head of PR, Allison Hendrix. You just gave her a small shrug. They were using lav mics, for crying out loud. No lav mic was going to pick up a sound that quiet from across the room.
âWell, I, uh, Iâd have to say that itâs been just as fun, if not more fun. Iâm much more relaxed this time around, since Iâm not the newest person on set.â He chuckled softly, hands flexing against his leg. He did that often, youâd noticed, whenever heâd want to look off camera. The entire cast had been sat down just after filming, everyone having to go through yet another meeting on interview tips and what you werenât supposed to do. Everybody else had already been coached on such things, but you were the new one. Since you were the only one, and they didnât want to single you out, theyâd made everyone do mock interviews, and then pointed out each others flaws.
It had been a long day.
âRight, of course. Y/N Y/L/N is playing a new character this season, right? Anything you can give us on the character, or how she interacts with Billy?â With that question, Dacre did look off camera, a sly grin on his face as he cocked a brow to Allison.
âWhat exactly am I allowed to say?â He called back, gaze flickering to you and lingering for a moment. You knew exactly how this would play off on camera. The cheeky Australian wanting to spill the beans on season three. It had been all the rage in the media recently to pretend to leak things about upcoming projects. Dacre wasnât stupid. Itâd be easier to play along with that angle and actually not get in trouble for once on accidentally spoiling things.
âWhen is this being released?â
âUh, lemme check,â the interviewer said, grabbing her phone and flicking through whatever apps to find the answer. Dacre looked to the interview for a moment, who was obviously having a little trouble finding the date, and looked back to you. He shot you a crooked grin, the sight making your heart do a little tap dance in your chest. âTwo weeks after the season premiere.â
âSay whatever the hell you want that wonât give away anything for season four.â
Dacre gave a quick nod of his head, then winked in your general direction. It was easier for you to roll your eyes than read anything into it. The two of you had been flirting back and forth the entire time youâd been on set, and it was that that had made the PR department decide that you two would be paired up for interviews, despite the fact that the man had yet to make a single move on you. As far as you were concerned, he was just flirtatious.
âRight, so season three, me and Y/C/N, absolutely hate each other. Like, burning, passionate hate. Itâs great. Itâs a lot of fun to play around with, and sheâs just, sheâs incredible to work with. Sheâs absolutely brilliant.â Dacre wasnât looking at you while he said those things, but then again, he didnât have to be for your cheeks to burn red. The interviewer nodded her head slowly, most likely picking up on the almost - dare you say it - reverent  tone that heâd adopted.
âSo youâd say that sheâs great to work with?â
âAbsolutely. I really believe that itâs going to translate so well onto the screen.â
âWell, from the trailer and few scenes that have been released, the chemistry between you two is palpable. How was it working on set?â The interviewer was speaking a little faster now, in a way that made you perk up. Maybe you were just being paranoid, but it seemed as though she was leading him somewhere.
âItâs the most fun that Iâve had in a long time. Itâs waking up every day and going to work with your best g- friend.â He stumbled over the word friend, making you frown. In all the days that youâd been doing the interview circuit with him, you couldnât remember once him stumbling over a word. And even if he had, his cheeks had never reddened like that before.
âI could see that. Itâs like living the dream, right?â Dacre gave a nod of his head, hands clenching in his lap. He looked a little nervous now, his smile a little tense as he regarded the interviewer. You glanced over to the woman beside you, who probably should have suggested a short break for him to collect himself. But she seemed to be waiting for something, like she knew precisely where this was going. âWould you say that the chemistry between the two of you is the same off camera?â
âIâd say so, yeah,â he gave in and glanced towards the head of PR, just a brief little distraction, but a big show for his nerves. He looked back to the interviewer in the middle of her next question.
âWhy would you say that is?â
He answered so fast it was obvious that his words were quicker than his brain in that moment.
âProbably because I really like her.â
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