~~Dangerously fluffy addition in the beginning. Couldn't help myself. Shoot me.~~~
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„Cheese tits."
„Bawdy giglet."
„Sappy midget."
„Disease-spreading pigeon."
„Nazi spawn."
„Used spit-sucker."
„Stinky nut-hook."
„Alright guys, that's enough, cut."
„Hooker-married clotpole."
„Tic-tac-sized penis."
„Guys!"
„Justin Bieber."
„Szondi test candidate!"
Jack finally pauses, breaking into a fresh grin. „...What?" The 'bantering' pair collapses into the coils of laughter with kill-me-expression-wearing Bill still holding at their necks between them.
Then he looks at the unseen crew members behind the lens with a nearly pleading look on his face. „Can I go now?"
While the BTS team chuckles enjoyably, the tall actor is pulled down and gets an apologetic kiss pressed to each of his cheeks from both his costars. The sight is almost adorable.
Until Finn pulls away with a scrunched up face and spits at the bitter taste of the makeup paint. „Note to self", he coughs dramatically while Jack keeps clinging to Bill's ruffled neck, preventing him from straightening back up. "Never doing that again."
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„Jag vill... ta din näsa", Bill sing-songs, all but cooing as he pinches at Jackson's nose and withdraws his hand rapidly, expression turning shocked while Jackson giggles heartfully, and the fact that he doesn't understand a thing his tall costar is saying doesn't seem to bother him in the least. On the contrary.
„Oj, då!" Bill cries, holding up his thumb hooked between an index and the middle finger, allowing the tip to peek outside. The seven-year-old giggles again like he wasn't seven, but three, and is it because he's bored out of his mind or is Swedish just funny to him, no one knows. Bill leans back down, touching the boy's forehead with his own, a broad grin adorning his clowned-up face. „Jag fick din näsa!"
Watching his young stars killing time on the bed while preparing cameras for an angle, Andy wants to snap the sight, while Bill keeps babbling in Swedish in a tone that a fun uncle might reserve for a toddler, but Jackson doesn't pay it any mind at this instance.
But no.
That wouldn't be fair to them.
Because there is something in a way Bill wiggles his gloved fingers over the boy's pj's-clad chest, making him cackle, and the way Jackson gently grips their clown's temples, which could be felt only in that moment, and which separated the two of them in their own, special sphere, oblivious to the doings of the outside world.
„Ge oss en kyss?" Bill inquires, red lips pursing. That Jackson does understand, as it nearly sounds the same, and complies without hesitation, tipping his head up to peck him on the pale chin while receiving one on his nose in return.
Yeah, Andy concludes, holding his fingers crossed for the camera settings to go as slow as possible.
Those two deserve their own memory.
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The Barrens ricochet with the piercing screams of the teen, a bone-chilling sound even in an open air like this, the one that makes every reasonable man's instinct kick into 'flight' mode.
Jeremy has other thoughts. „Keep it down, man!" he cries, fingers pressing against his ears. „What's wrong with you, the cameras aren't even rolling."
Fully made up, Logan Thompson looks up from the ground, trying to not wreck the composition of blood and gore his chest and arms are sporting.
„I'm warming up", he protests, an eyebrow raised comically. „Do you know how exhausting screaming can be?"
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Andy feels a tug on his sleeve while discussing the next shot with Bill. Both tall men look down at a lanky figure of Jaeden, and Andy had never before seen such a baffled look on his face.
„Is it true?" he asks.
„What?"
„Was Hugo Weaving a finalist for Pennywise?"
Andy takes half a second to recall the specific area of info. „Yes, I believe so?"
In response, Jaeden pats Bill on the puffed up shoulder. „I'm so glad you're here. I mean, good job on Matrix, Cloud Atlas and V for Vendetta, but that guy's scary a.f.!"
As he's walking away, Bill looks back to the camera, a woebegone expression prolonging the lines on his face. „And I'm not?"
His voice is as wobbly as it gets and Andy pats him on the back with a small smile. „Don't worry. We'll send an apology letter to the clown company."
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Bill stares at an orange furball hanging off his arm, not really feeling the claws or teeth it keeps assaulting the bells with. The cat doesn't even seem to be disturbed by the height it was hanging from. But then again, heights aren't known to be the cats' problem.
Bill looks at the cameraman behind the lens. „Am I going to get arrested for animal abuse?"
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Chosen blows up his cheeks upon merely smelling the content of the mug with the face of utter disapproval, looking at the yucky substance. „Seriously", the question is directed at the crew. „What did you put in here?"
He gives another experimental sniff, this time minding to be calculated instead of disgusted, looking up into the lens and his face is a perfect match to go with the next sentence: „You ever smelled regret?"
„Watch out, that's the line that usually follows getting drunk", Bill warns from out of frame as Chosen's nose is in the mug again.
„Hold on... is that a tabasco?!"
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„So, you heard from Andy Muschietti lately?" Bill's question, while he's holding Jaeden in his grip, is entirely too exaggerated, like the Swede was trying to imitate one of the Sex and the City characters, prompting his co-stars into a hot gossip session.
„The who?" Sophia plays along, only narrowly missing cutting Jaedens's hair, who had already proclaimed five times what he was going to do to her if the scissors capture a single strand of his hair in five different versions.
„Oh, the director?" Jaeden includes, and his voice is even more comical.
„Yeah, that guy", Bill relates, and already, laughs are beginning to blossom behind the camera.
„Well... he's certainly... a director", says Jaeden casually, minding to move as less as possible in these antics.
„Yeah, but a really nice guy, altogether", Sophia concludes, snipping empty air.
„He could invest a bit more, though", Bill comments, and the kids grin. In the middle of laughing cacophony, a barely audible voice is distinguished.
„Very funny..." says Andy, even as he, too, is snickering.
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Sometimes the BTS camera will shoot things itself. That is, without a supervisor to attend to it.
Finn Wolfhard was lucky there as he looks up, a broken off book cover with letters Vedic Mathematics unmistakably written on it in one hand, eyes looking around in panic. „It wasn't me, I swear", he mumbled.
Next to him, Wyatt assesses the situation, and, inexplicably needing a moment longer to react, he rips the cover out of Finn's hands and places it on its rightful spot flawlessly, making the book appear, once again, undamaged.
„You don't say things like that, Finn. You do the crime, you run."
And that's exactly what the boys did.
Unaware of the unsupervised camera picking up both fugitives.
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BONUS!
„Alright, your names?" a random crew member stands before the two accused, a fake police hat on his head and a notepad in his hands.
„Don't tell him, Wyatt."
„Wyatt", the supervisor scribbles it down.
Wyatt scoffs, eyes rolling at his insufferable colleague. „Way to go, Finn..."
His jaw audibly clamps shut at this, with a slow, deadpanned look received from Wolfhard.
The crew member doesn't miss a beat. „Wyatt and Finn."
„Dammit..."