Make-Up Sex

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)

CW: NSFW MDNI!! Rough sex, riding, Cooper getting tied up, p in v, p0rn w/o plot, irradiated cream pie x2, mention of needles, cursing, established relationship, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviance from show

AN: I’m really enjoying writing for asks! Thank you to those who have submitted any, my ask box is always open so feel free to send in more! I will do my best to get to them as I can, and to the Anon who asked for this one, I hope I did your ask justice! Enjoy our favorite cowboy getting tied up and railed. Save a horse, ride a cowboy y’all. 🤠 apologies if it seems rushed, I wrote it at like 2am and post this on my way to work 😭

Synopsis: Cooper Howard is one stubborn man, and after a while of getting on your nerves, you finally find a way to make him apologize.

"I won't simp for another ghoul, it's not gonna happen again-"

"IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN"

❥    𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

❛  it feels so good to be bad.  ❜ ❛  it really makes me wonder if i ever gave a fuck about you.  ❜ ❛  give me something to believe in.  ❜ ❛  i don’t believe in you anymore.  ❜ ❛  i wonder if it even makes a difference to try.  ❜ ❛  so, this is goodbye.  ❜ ❛  one day i’ll wake up & it won’t hurt anymore.  ❜ ❛  it’s like i can’t even feel after the way you touched me.  ❜ ❛  you’re everything that i want, but you don’t want me.  ❜ ❛  am i a regret, yet?  ❜ ❛  was it worth what it costed?  ❜ ❛  you make me nauseous.  ❜ ❛  you’re overrated.  ❜ ❛  when i think of you, i just want to throw up.  ❜ ❛  all my friends say that you’re toxic.  ❜ ❛  why does love suck?  ❜ ❛  love hurts whether it’s right or wrong.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop, i’m having too much fun.  ❜ ❛  you can’t save me, baby.  ❜ ❛  you never call or listen to me anyway.  ❜ ❛  where were you tuesday, october tenth?  ❜ ❛  how is your jacket covered in blood?  ❜ ❛  how was the party? did you have fun?  ❜ ❛  i fell in love with the warning signs.  ❜ ❛  the only time i feel alive is when i’m touching the warning signs.  ❜ ❛  if you tell me to stay away, i’m gonna dive in again.  ❜ ❛  my favorite color is red like the flags you fly overhead.  ❜ ❛  well, i should have known.  ❜ ❛  didn’t you see it coming? didn’t you see the signs?  ❜ ❛  i’ll break your pretty face.  ❜ ❛  bite your tongue & choke yourself to sleep.  ❜ ❛  you can hold my hand if no one’s home.   ❜ ❛  do you like it when i’m away?  ❜ ❛  you’re a pond & i’m an ocean.  ❜ ❛  all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around.  ❜ ❛  i am a wreck when i’m without you.  ❜ ❛  was it something i said to make you feel like you’re a burden?  ❜ ❛  tell me, is it worth it?  ❜ ❛  she’s a lady & i am just a line without a hook.  ❜ ❛  do what you want as long as you stay here.  ❜ ❛  you’ll change your name or change your mind & leave this fucked up place behind, but i’ll know.  ❜ ❛  if you ever try to leave me, i’ll find you, [name].  ❜ ❛  i’ll be the bad guy, now.  ❜ ❛  i couldn’t be there, even when i tried.  ❜ ❛  seasons changed & our love went cold.  ❜ ❛  i knew that this was doomed from the get-go.  ❜ ❛  you thought that it was special, but it was just the sex, though.  ❜ ❛  it’s only me; what have you got to lose?  ❜ ❛  you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk & made fun of the way you talk.  ❜ ❛  you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong.  ❜ ❛  you’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much.  ❜ ❛  you’ve ruined my life by not being mine.  ❜ ❛  you’re so gorgeous, i can’t say anything to your face. ’cause look at your face.  ❜ ❛  i’m so furious at you for making me feel this way.  ❜ ❛  if you’ve got a girlfriend, i’m jealous of her. but if you’re single, that’s honestly worse.  ❜ ❛  you’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts.  ❜ ❛  you make me so happy, it turns back to sad.  ❜ ❛  there’s nothing i hate more than what i can’t have.  ❜ ❛  guess i’ll just stumble on home to my cats. alone … unless you wanna come along?  ❜ ❛  you look so happy when i’m not with you.  ❜ ❛  i don’t know why i run away.  ❜ ❛  take me back, ’cause i wanna stay.  ❜ ❛  i kept my distance ’cause i know that you don’t like when i’m with somebody else.  ❜ ❛  i couldn’t help it; i put you through hell.  ❜ ❛  i realize that it’s much too late, & you deserve someone better.  ❜ ❛  i’m not the best at breaking up.  ❜ ❛  i like my alone time, but i want somebody to hold.  ❜ ❛  i get what i want. i keep it for a minute. then i let it go.  ❜ ❛  i hate it when you’re there for me, but i like it when you hit the spot.  ❜ ❛  i don’t do fake love, but i’ll take some from you tonight.  ❜ ❛  i don’t expect you to understand.  ❜ ❛  i’m ready to die holding your hand.  ❜ ❛  i can’t hide how i feel about you inside.  ❜ ❛  i’d give everything up tonight, if i could just have you be mine.  ❜ ❛  i’d give up everything for you.  ❜

Once they were alone, Lestat quirked an eyebrow at James’s question with a soft laugh.

“It most certainly was given the level of disrespect he just showed us… not to mention the fact that, unfortunately, he was right on a few of his accusations but I’d never tell him that to his face. Without him, I’d never have the career I currently do, so if I don’t keep him in his place, he could destroy it all. So it’s better to make that point clear with a little bit of violence rather than trying to reason with him.” Lestat explained with a shrug, only then noticing James’s blush and the aroused thoughts running through his mind.

“Mon amour, did me putting Stacee in his place turn you on?” He asked with a slight purr to his voice.

James snorts, a bit embarrassed about it . No matter how old he gets, having Lestat point out James own thoughts will always cause a grunt and an eye roll. There were no secrets with Lestat. His mind was usually an open book to his maker.

" Only a little. " he clears his throat and lifts his head a bit higher. " I can't help it if your flex of strength entices the more… submissive side of myself. It's been quite some time since I saw you that furious "

“Oh really?” Lestat gave a dark chuckle as he took a step closer to James. His ice blue eyes locked onto James’s haunting green ones, lust and arousal swimming in them. Then, faster than James could even process, Lestat had a hand tangled in James’s hair and he was yanking it to get James onto his knees.

“You beautiful beautiful thing… you need to be put in your place on occasion too don’t you?” He asked softly, his voice almost a purr as his free hand dragged a glassy claw down James’s neck and chest, “Do you want me to make you take it… Make you take my cock and beg me for more? Is that what you want, Mon amour?”

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Stacee took three good steps towards James, his harsh brown eyes staring the man down despite being significantly shorter than him.

“You are not my fucking father so you don’t get to talk to me like I’m a damn child. I’m far more famous and powerful than both of you combined. I do what I want when I fucking want, and I’m sick of you two treating me like I’m an unwanted dumpster baby.” Stacee hissed back at James before turning to look at Lestat, “You made me to help you break into the business. Well I’ve done that. And I can take that shit away just as fucking easily. Because guess what bitches, I’m the one with all the connections. And I’m the one who can take those connections away with a single phone call. Me and Gazelle could live a famous rocking life on our own while you two suffer in poverty where no one remembers you.” Stacee ranted at Lestat, glancing back and forth between the two men as he cursed at them. Lestat, meanwhile, just stood there with crossed arms listening to his fledgling ramble.

“Are you finished?” Lestat asked, his voice deadly calm with a tone that James would recognize: Lestat was pissed. And not just pissed, this was murderous intent pissed. When Stacee huffed and nodded that he was finished, Lestat smirked.

“Good.”

The disgusting sound of multiple fractured bones echoed off the walls as Lestat shattered both of Stacee’s knees with a swift kick to the backs of his legs. He then stood on his back once he had fallen and crushed his shoulder blades and multiple ribs, grabbing the rockstar by his hair and yanking his head back. Stacee screamed in agony, his voice identical to how Lestat sounded when he was being tortured. The vampire was coughing up dark blood as Lestat continued yanking his head back by his hair, forcing his fractured spine to arch.

“You listen here and you listen good. James and I are older than you will ever be if you keep up this behavior. We treat you like a child because you bloody act like one. The only reason you are still alive after this stunt is because you share my face and because Gazelle is a good friend to us. If you try this kind of BULLSHIT again, if you even THINK about disrespecting us with empty threats like this ever again, Gazelle will be pulling your strewn about body parts from the nearest river. Have I made myself CLEAR?!” Lestat snarled through gritted teeth as Stacee tried to move but his body was taking a while to heal. He nodded weakly as Lestat released him, rolling his eyes as Stacee continued choking on his blood, his bones ever so slowly beginning to heal and reset themselves excruciatingly painfully.

“Thank you for retrieving this for me, Mon amour.” Lestat kissed James lovingly as Stacee sobbed in agony, wondering if Gazelle was going to give him hell for this or not.

James stepped back as Lestat reminded him that he was more than just a pretty face. For all the sweet charm Lestat could exude, he was still a killer who was far stronger than even himself. James often provide a voice of reason, and normally he would.. but it had been some time since he'd seen Lestat flex his power like this.

Ergo; James instead stood there wide eyed at the display before him, wearing the brightest blush yet at the same time an expression of horror on his features from the screams of agony and pained expressions Stacee wore. It was like watching his lover be tormented by himself.

When Lestat had finished and reached to take his hair tie back, James snapped out of it. " wot? Ah.. yes- of-- of course. " he scowls just about to hand it over.

Of course Gazelle had interjected when she felt her husbands pain and come running, the blade pinning the hair tie to the wall of the bus. James turned toward her and sighed about to try and explain, but of course there was no need for him to as Lestat handled her as well, before taking his hand and leading him to the other area.

" Far be it from to critique harsh disciplinary tactics when it comes to the buffoon what happens to share your face but.. was that really necessary?"

Once they were alone, Lestat quirked an eyebrow at James’s question with a soft laugh.

“It most certainly was given the level of disrespect he just showed us… not to mention the fact that, unfortunately, he was right on a few of his accusations but I’d never tell him that to his face. Without him, I’d never have the career I currently do, so if I don’t keep him in his place, he could destroy it all. So it’s better to make that point clear with a little bit of violence rather than trying to reason with him.” Lestat explained with a shrug, only then noticing James’s blush and the aroused thoughts running through his mind.

“Mon amour, did me putting Stacee in his place turn you on?” He asked with a slight purr to his voice.

Consequences and Aftermath

"Stacee!" Gazelle dropped the price from her recent hunt to run to the tour bus. The youngest vampire of their group had been around to see what was happening inside, but her full attention turned immediately to her husband's broken form.

He didn't look good. Even with supernatural healing, the damage would take time to heal. Gazelle took her husband's hand in a moment of gentle comfort. The touch contrasted with the furious gaze that stormed around the room. "What happened?"

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Stacee was still on the floor, struggling for breath he didn’t need and he couldn’t even get the strength to roll over without agony. Lestat quirked an eyebrow at Gazelle’s question, looking down at his bloody and broken progeny.

“He talked back in a way that was unnecessary and rude, so I responded in kind.” Lestat explained as he took back the scrunchie from his husband’s hands.

“Ga-Gab-…” Stacee choked out, the noises he made sounding like a dying animal as he finally managed to flip himself over with an agonizing cry.

Gazelle stilled. "I see." The cry brought her attention back at Stacee. He looked so weak. A look over him showed just how much had been broken- how much had been done to him.

A knife flew between James and Lestat, pinning the scrunchie to the wall. Gazelle glared from her position. More blades could be seen in her hand, the hunting tools ready to find new targets. "That was a warning. If you ever touch my husband again, there will not be another one."

Lestat had just been about to put the hair tie on when a knife flung it out of his hand. He blinked in surprise, looking back at the pinned scrunchie before looking at Gazelle with a dark laugh.

“Really? REALLY? You throw a knife at me because I taught this man child a lesson for threatening me and my career?” Lestat scoffed loudly, genuinely curious to see if she was bluffing or not.

“G-ga-gazelle… S-stop… He-he’ll k-k-kill you…” Stacee stammered as the sound of one of his shoulders resetting with a solid crunch was heard by all, as well as the resulting groan of pain from Stacee.

"A threat of death- hardly new for me." Her tone was cold and emotionless. Gazelle was too fixed on Lestat to realize Stacee hadn't used her true name like he always did.

Red eyes glared at her husband's doppelganger. "You hurt the man I love. A knife is the least you deserve." She would have done more if Stacee wasn't in such a bad position. "Do not test me."

Lestat chuckled darkly, a flash of something evil and terrifying in his eyes as he glared at Gazelle for a moment. A soft smile crossed his face before he shook his head.

“You know, you are so much better than him. You could be a queen amongst vampires but you chose to sully yourself with this man who almost got you killed multiple times as well as the rest of us. I still cannot comprehend why you are with this moron.” Lestat sneered before taking James’s hand and walking to the back of the bus with him, allowing Gazelle to do whatever she wanted with Stacee.

“Gab… Gabrielle…” Stacee whimpered, another chunk of blood coming back up when his ribs began resetting themselves. He tried to get up on his knees but they were still shattered, so all he could do was reach out for her leg.

Gazelle watched the two leave, body ready to jump into action. It wasn't until Stacee touched her that she snapped out of whatever mental state she'd been in. She dropped the knives to take his hand. "Careful. The blades are silver."

"I will get you more blood once we get you to bed. There is no rush; your body is healing as best it can." Her prostetics were under her to make it easier to move once he was ready. It didn't matter if that would be in seconds or hours. She would stay with him for as long as she needed to.

Lestat's words didn't have an effect. Gazelle's heart and loyalty completely belonged to Stacee. There was very few things that would ever change that.

“Fuck this fucking hurts….” He groaned as his body kept pulling itself back together. However, as he laid there on the floor, he couldn’t help but think about what Lestat had said to Gazelle.

“H-he was right you know?” Stacee muttered out as he growled in pain from his shoulders resetting, “You deserve better than me… You are so far out of my league, I don’t deserve you and you don’t deserve to be dragged along with my nonsense.” His voice choked from both the blood in his mouth and the emotion that gripped his heart, “I still have no idea why you’re with me either…”

Consequences and Aftermath

"Stacee!" Gazelle dropped the price from her recent hunt to run to the tour bus. The youngest vampire of their group had been around to see what was happening inside, but her full attention turned immediately to her husband's broken form.

He didn't look good. Even with supernatural healing, the damage would take time to heal. Gazelle took her husband's hand in a moment of gentle comfort. The touch contrasted with the furious gaze that stormed around the room. "What happened?"

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Stacee was still on the floor, struggling for breath he didn’t need and he couldn’t even get the strength to roll over without agony. Lestat quirked an eyebrow at Gazelle’s question, looking down at his bloody and broken progeny.

“He talked back in a way that was unnecessary and rude, so I responded in kind.” Lestat explained as he took back the scrunchie from his husband’s hands.

“Ga-Gab-…” Stacee choked out, the noises he made sounding like a dying animal as he finally managed to flip himself over with an agonizing cry.

Gazelle stilled. "I see." The cry brought her attention back at Stacee. He looked so weak. A look over him showed just how much had been broken- how much had been done to him.

A knife flew between James and Lestat, pinning the scrunchie to the wall. Gazelle glared from her position. More blades could be seen in her hand, the hunting tools ready to find new targets. "That was a warning. If you ever touch my husband again, there will not be another one."

Lestat had just been about to put the hair tie on when a knife flung it out of his hand. He blinked in surprise, looking back at the pinned scrunchie before looking at Gazelle with a dark laugh.

“Really? REALLY? You throw a knife at me because I taught this man child a lesson for threatening me and my career?” Lestat scoffed loudly, genuinely curious to see if she was bluffing or not.

“G-ga-gazelle… S-stop… He-he’ll k-k-kill you…” Stacee stammered as the sound of one of his shoulders resetting with a solid crunch was heard by all, as well as the resulting groan of pain from Stacee.

"A threat of death- hardly new for me." Her tone was cold and emotionless. Gazelle was too fixed on Lestat to realize Stacee hadn't used her true name like he always did.

Red eyes glared at her husband's doppelganger. "You hurt the man I love. A knife is the least you deserve." She would have done more if Stacee wasn't in such a bad position. "Do not test me."

Lestat chuckled darkly, a flash of something evil and terrifying in his eyes as he glared at Gazelle for a moment. A soft smile crossed his face before he shook his head.

“You know, you are so much better than him. You could be a queen amongst vampires but you chose to sully yourself with this man who almost got you killed multiple times as well as the rest of us. I still cannot comprehend why you are with this moron.” Lestat sneered before taking James’s hand and walking to the back of the bus with him, allowing Gazelle to do whatever she wanted with Stacee.

“Gab… Gabrielle…” Stacee whimpered, another chunk of blood coming back up when his ribs began resetting themselves. He tried to get up on his knees but they were still shattered, so all he could do was reach out for her leg.

Consequences and Aftermath

"Stacee!" Gazelle dropped the price from her recent hunt to run to the tour bus. The youngest vampire of their group had been around to see what was happening inside, but her full attention turned immediately to her husband's broken form.

He didn't look good. Even with supernatural healing, the damage would take time to heal. Gazelle took her husband's hand in a moment of gentle comfort. The touch contrasted with the furious gaze that stormed around the room. "What happened?"

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Stacee was still on the floor, struggling for breath he didn’t need and he couldn’t even get the strength to roll over without agony. Lestat quirked an eyebrow at Gazelle’s question, looking down at his bloody and broken progeny.

“He talked back in a way that was unnecessary and rude, so I responded in kind.” Lestat explained as he took back the scrunchie from his husband’s hands.

“Ga-Gab-…” Stacee choked out, the noises he made sounding like a dying animal as he finally managed to flip himself over with an agonizing cry.

Gazelle stilled. "I see." The cry brought her attention back at Stacee. He looked so weak. A look over him showed just how much had been broken- how much had been done to him.

A knife flew between James and Lestat, pinning the scrunchie to the wall. Gazelle glared from her position. More blades could be seen in her hand, the hunting tools ready to find new targets. "That was a warning. If you ever touch my husband again, there will not be another one."

Lestat had just been about to put the hair tie on when a knife flung it out of his hand. He blinked in surprise, looking back at the pinned scrunchie before looking at Gazelle with a dark laugh.

“Really? REALLY? You throw a knife at me because I taught this man child a lesson for threatening me and my career?” Lestat scoffed loudly, genuinely curious to see if she was bluffing or not.

“G-ga-gazelle… S-stop… He-he’ll k-k-kill you…” Stacee stammered as the sound of one of his shoulders resetting with a solid crunch was heard by all, as well as the resulting groan of pain from Stacee.

Consequences and Aftermath

"Stacee!" Gazelle dropped the price from her recent hunt to run to the tour bus. The youngest vampire of their group had been around to see what was happening inside, but her full attention turned immediately to her husband's broken form.

He didn't look good. Even with supernatural healing, the damage would take time to heal. Gazelle took her husband's hand in a moment of gentle comfort. The touch contrasted with the furious gaze that stormed around the room. "What happened?"

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Stacee was still on the floor, struggling for breath he didn’t need and he couldn’t even get the strength to roll over without agony. Lestat quirked an eyebrow at Gazelle’s question, looking down at his bloody and broken progeny.

“He talked back in a way that was unnecessary and rude, so I responded in kind.” Lestat explained as he took back the scrunchie from his husband’s hands.

“Ga-Gab-…” Stacee choked out, the noises he made sounding like a dying animal as he finally managed to flip himself over with an agonizing cry.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK!!” Stacee yelped when the tie was yanked from his head, whipping around and trying to steal it back but of course James was centuries older and much faster. He was about to just punch James in the face until he heard footsteps.

“Stacee what have I told you about irritating James?” Lestat groaned as he had felt the pain when James ripped the hair tie out. He entered the room and saw the scrunchie in James’s hand, confused for a moment before putting the pieces together.

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“Lestat, control your fucking guard dog, he almost ripped my hair out over a stupid hair tie!” Stacee snarled, baring his fangs at James as he kept trying to grab the thing.

“Wait you had it? Why did you have my lucky scrunchie?” Lestat asked and Stacee scoffed.

“Who the fuck calls them scrunchies anymore? It’s not the 80’s anymore Lestat. Also why should it matter, it’s literally just a stupid fucking hair tie.” He growled in annoyance, cutting his eyes over to James and cursing him out in his head.

James only released him when he had the scrunchie in his grasp. And being James is the tallest man here, his stretch easily kept it out of stacee's grasp when he reached for it again. " Absolutely not, it's Lestats. You need to learn to respect boundaries. Drawers and hope chests are strictly off limits. Do I make myself clear? "

And he draws a hand back to smack Stacee across the face for the mental curses he was called, but stopped himself. " You are HARDLY worth my time, fledgling" he seeths , shoving Stacee instead.

That face-- he had a difficult time hurting that face because Lestat shared that face with him. There was an inhuman hiss/growl like a cross between a tiger and a pissed off cat. That was how Stacee made him feel , like a pissed off caged tiger.

At least the scrunchie was now in James possession and not Stacee's any longer.

Stacee took three good steps towards James, his harsh brown eyes staring the man down despite being significantly shorter than him.

“You are not my fucking father so you don’t get to talk to me like I’m a damn child. I’m far more famous and powerful than both of you combined. I do what I want when I fucking want, and I’m sick of you two treating me like I’m an unwanted dumpster baby.” Stacee hissed back at James before turning to look at Lestat, “You made me to help you break into the business. Well I’ve done that. And I can take that shit away just as fucking easily. Because guess what bitches, I’m the one with all the connections. And I’m the one who can take those connections away with a single phone call. Me and Gazelle could live a famous rocking life on our own while you two suffer in poverty where no one remembers you.” Stacee ranted at Lestat, glancing back and forth between the two men as he cursed at them. Lestat, meanwhile, just stood there with crossed arms listening to his fledgling ramble.

“Are you finished?” Lestat asked, his voice deadly calm with a tone that James would recognize: Lestat was pissed. And not just pissed, this was murderous intent pissed. When Stacee huffed and nodded that he was finished, Lestat smirked.

“Good.”

The disgusting sound of multiple fractured bones echoed off the walls as Lestat shattered both of Stacee’s knees with a swift kick to the backs of his legs. He then stood on his back once he had fallen and crushed his shoulder blades and multiple ribs, grabbing the rockstar by his hair and yanking his head back. Stacee screamed in agony, his voice identical to how Lestat sounded when he was being tortured. The vampire was coughing up dark blood as Lestat continued yanking his head back by his hair, forcing his fractured spine to arch.

“You listen here and you listen good. James and I are older than you will ever be if you keep up this behavior. We treat you like a child because you bloody act like one. The only reason you are still alive after this stunt is because you share my face and because Gazelle is a good friend to us. If you try this kind of BULLSHIT again, if you even THINK about disrespecting us with empty threats like this ever again, Gazelle will be pulling your strewn about body parts from the nearest river. Have I made myself CLEAR?!” Lestat snarled through gritted teeth as Stacee tried to move but his body was taking a while to heal. He nodded weakly as Lestat released him, rolling his eyes as Stacee continued choking on his blood, his bones ever so slowly beginning to heal and reset themselves excruciatingly painfully.

“Thank you for retrieving this for me, Mon amour.” Lestat kissed James lovingly as Stacee sobbed in agony, wondering if Gazelle was going to give him hell for this or not.

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Gazelle raised an eyebrow back at him. "You know what you are doing. Did you really not have another you could use?" She had to agree that Lestat was overreacting, but the elder vampire was wound up as it was.

Stacee grumbled for a moment, crossing his arms as he hated getting called out by the woman he loved.

“The little blonde bitch says it’s lucky, I wanted to test it out, so what? Besides, he needs to be a little unlucky every so often.” He replied, leaning against the wall and looking at Gazelle lovingly.

“First off, I wasn’t talking about you. Secondly, are you talking about the hair tie? Dude, it’s a fucking hair tie, I didn’t steal anything.” Stacee replied with a huff as he slid his sunglasses to the top of his head.

“Wait, is that Stacee? Has he seen my scrunchie, Mon cher? It brings me luck whenever we perform, I need it for tonight!” Lestat called from the other room as he was still digging around. However, at Lestat’s words, Stacee chuckled a bit to himself, his thoughts projected loud and clear to James that he was planning on keeping the scrunchie for himself.

There was an irritated hiss and Stacee would find himself grabbed, shoved against the bus's cooking counter which never gets used and the hair tie was painfully yanked from the young vampire's hair. " Correction.. it's LESTAT'S hair tie. Just who gave you permission to go through our hope chest anyway, urchin?"

“OW WHAT THE FUCK!!” Stacee yelped when the tie was yanked from his head, whipping around and trying to steal it back but of course James was centuries older and much faster. He was about to just punch James in the face until he heard footsteps.

“Stacee what have I told you about irritating James?” Lestat groaned as he had felt the pain when James ripped the hair tie out. He entered the room and saw the scrunchie in James’s hand, confused for a moment before putting the pieces together.

“Lestat, control your fucking guard dog, he almost ripped my hair out over a stupid hair tie!” Stacee snarled, baring his fangs at James as he kept trying to grab the thing.

“Wait you had it? Why did you have my lucky scrunchie?” Lestat asked and Stacee scoffed.

“Who the fuck calls them scrunchies anymore? It’s not the 80’s anymore Lestat. Also why should it matter, it’s literally just a stupid fucking hair tie.” He growled in annoyance, cutting his eyes over to James and cursing him out in his head.