#andy muschietti x reader

[streets-in-paradise]

necesito que compartas ese fic de andy probando dulce de leche🙏🙏

Con gusto!

Es un AU específico medio alejado del canon y usando el mismo recurso de los Muschietti en IT en la escena de Stanley, me inventé que alguien vaya de turista para poder llenarlo de referencias argentinas.

[muschiettistrashmouth]

Happiest Place On Earth - Andrés Muschietti

Note: Hello there! I’m finally posting here again ♥ I hope you like it and if you want something new feel free to request it or go to my masterlist! Love you guys. 

Ooooh and I’m already thinking of a part two for this one. (This is not the one I was thinking of posting yet, I thought of this one on Monday or something like that)

Requested? Yes

Requests:  Anonymous: can you do more Andy Muschietti stuff? I've kinda developed a crush on him and I read your headcanons. please! thanks. |||   credulouskhaleesi: So 1st and most importantly, I give you absolutely nooo pressure on starting (you let those creative juices stew and create magic when you're ready) but I just realized I never asked you to tag me when you do create the wonderful fanfic featuring the awe-inspiring, Argentinian, aesthetically-perfect, Andrés (Alliteration inspiration?)! I would owe you my 2nd born if u remembered me (sorry, I'm pretty found of my 1st)🤷🏾‍♀️😁❤ T.I.A!

WARNINGS: Toxic relationship, aggressive ex boyfriend, violence, suicide talk (it appears like in one little part but i thought I needed to tw it)

Disneyland is supposed to be the happiest place on earth and yet here you are, listening to your boyfriend Kyle talking shit about how you treat him. And to make things worse, his "friend" Rebekah is getting out of one of the attractions. Yay. "Kylee!" The girls voice is loud and all you wanna do is get out of there. "Bekah! How are you?" Yeah, right. As if you didn't know they fucked. You knew they were together yesterday, you could feel her perfume in his clothes. "Your girl is soooo muzzy." 'God, just get me out of here's + "Okay, rule number one!" The older man started to list, everyone stopped talking and looked at him."Don't lose the kids. Yes, Hader and Chastain are part of the kids." "Hey!" Both said together and then laughed their ass off. "That's what I mean." He was serious, almost as if he was a horror movie crazy doctor or something. "Rule number two: don't do anything stupid." "That's for you." The Wolfhard kid elbowed Hader. "It's not." The older man that played his character put his tongue out like a little kid would do. "It's for both of you, actually." "Aww c'mon man." "Third rule is..." He waited for everyone to look at him. "If you need anything you can ask me or Barbara. Any questions?" Hader put his hand up and everybody groaned. "Yeah, dad, can we have fun?" The comedian asked playfully. "Just don't embarrass yourself or anyone here, ok? Go." As soon as the group started walking towards the park, the blonde woman looked at her brother. "You don't need to act so mad all the time you know?" " I don't know what you're talking about. Let's go before they do something stupid." The man ran to  little Jackson to help him find the rides he wanted to go to, the first rule was already broken. + Waiting to get your food, you were constantly trying to block all the conversation your boyfriend and his "friend" were having. "We should go to the Prince Charming Carrousel." Kyle eventually looked at you to see if you were paying attention, returning to look at her lovingly. "Everything for you, honey." He had said. "Everything for you, honey." You said mocking him. "What?" Kyle looked at you right away. "Huh? Oh nothing, nothing." You faked smile, hoping he wouldn't grab your arm this time, hoping you wouldn't have bruises to cover up. "That's what I thought." The way he looked at you made you shiver. "Can we please go see Belle? Or Ariel? I really want to take some pics with them." You said eating your churros. Some people passed by looking at your back and arms that still had some bruises from last time, God you hated that. "Excuse me, ma'am." A soft voice called you. "I'm lost, can you tell me where the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train is?" You got down to talk with the kid, trying to remember the exact place. "JACKSON!" You heard a man. "Jeez, kid! Don't do that to me." "It's okay, she'll help us, Andy!" Jackson said to the man. You could feel Kyle's eyes burning in your back, but hey, it's just a kid. You gave him the directions to the attraction. "Thank you, ma'am." The little kid said when you got up. He was really sweet. "Thank you." The tall man looked at you and you could see he had some curiosity in his stare. "Sorry for yelling earlier, I'm with a bunch of kids here, it drives me mad." "Not a problem, sir." You laughed. "Let's go, y/n." Kyle grabbed your right arm. You stayed quiet for a moment to stop yourself from shivering. "Okay, honey." "Is that a problem?" The man, Andy, said. "I'm her boyfriend. Stop trying to fuck her." 'oh no' you thought 'its happening again' "Kyle, I was just giving the kid some information, it's nothing." After you said that the only thing you felt was a slap in your face. "Don't talk like that to me, you whore. I'm sick of it." He was complaining that people were looking at you the whole week. It was a matter of time this would happen. "Let her go." Andy said, ready to fight him. Kyle was still holding your arm tightly. Jackson was scared, holding the blonde woman's hand, both starring at you three. Rebekah was sitting on a bench, eating your churros and watching the little show. "Make me." The blonde woman gave Jackson to a redhead woman that went to talk to her, they seemed like good friends. She then walked your way. Andy punched your boyfriend's face, he let you go and the blonde hugged you and got you closer to her friend and the kid. It all happened so fast, they were punching each other, Kyle was surprisingly losing, and then a security guard came running. Andy explained the situation while holding Kyle on the ground. "I'll take it from here." He got Kyle and started walking. "And what about him?" He started yelling, trying to get away from him. "He didn't do anything... As far as I care you tripped and fell on the ground." The guard explained. "Y/n! You come right here." You tried to go, but the blonde was still holding you in place. "I have to go." "You don't have to." She said. "Not anymore." "You don't understand... He'll get mad and then beat me up again." This came out between sobs. "He said that if I ever leave him he'll kill himself!" "He won't, honey." The redhead said softly. Her hand on your shoulder. You were crying. Hard and painfully. Your knees on the ground, the blonde still hugging you, and you hold onto her tightly. "Everything's gonna be okay." "Barb." Andy said, helping you both get up. They talked a little bit, but you didn't understand Spanish. She was still hugging you, saying everything is going to be okay and that you're free now, Andy went to buy some cold water for you. "I didn't got the chance to know you better. My name's Barbara, you can call me Barb if you want to." Barbara smiled. "I'm y/n, you can call me y/n/n." You smiled back. People like Barbara and Andy were rare in your experience, normally people would let Kyle beat you and even blame you for that. "Thank you for helping me. I really appreciate that." "Oh honey, that's the least we could do. I'm so sad that he was able to slap you tho." "Not the first time, not the first place..." A sigh escaped your lips. "Here." Andy gave you the water bottle. "Put it on your cheek." "Thanks." He scared you a little. He was handsome, but really tall. And he also looked like a crazy doctor. "Not for that, miss." He nodded to a group of mostly men that joined the redhead woman and then looked at you again. "You should come with us to the attractions. That way no one will bother you and... You can actually have fun." "That would be nice." "Great, you will love them." He gave you his hand to help you up again. "These two are clowns. They are really idiots." He pointed at the redhead and a goofy looking man. "She's Jessica and he's Bill, you can call him Hader. The others are Isaiah, Andy, James, the other James you can call Ransone, Bill and Jay." He pointed at them while saying the names. "The kids are Finn, Wyatt, Chosen, Sophia, Jack, Jeremy, Jaeden and  Jackson." "It's a pleasure to know you all." You had stopped crying and were drying your tears. The rest of your day was incredible. They made you laugh and were super friendly to you. Hader was the funniest guy you ever met. When you went to get lunch, Andrés - that was his real name - paid your lunch, he insisted. After the fireworks, everyone headed to the parking lot. "Hey, message me when you get home okay?" Andrés said after stopping by your car. You gave him your phone so he could put his number in it. "I'll probably put you in our group chat." "That's really nice of you, Muschietti." "Drive safely, honey!" Barbara said opening up her window. "You too!" You got inside your car. That really was the happiest place on earth.

TAGS:  credulouskhaleesi

If you want to be tagged in something pls tell me, I’ll gladly tag you ♥

[yellow-eyes-of-pennywise]

I have a bad feeling

The IT fandom is decreasing, isn't it? :(

[dolphinsapphire28]

IT...behind the scenes

[a19yearoldtryinherbest]

The Life They Had Set Themselves To Live. Pt1 [Bill Hader]

Masterlist

Part 2 - Part 3

Prompt: Bill makes his way back into Bea’s life and some old feelings might still be there.

Warning: Honestly nothing, feels maybe?

A/N: I really loved this idea, thanks anon. Italic is flash back.

Part 2 coming soon!

Word count: 2108

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Bea signed the last paper, she was officially working with Andy Muschietti once more. She smiled and looked up at Andy and he smiled back — I hope having two former SNL cast members in a horror movie isn't a mistake. — he joked and she laughed, only for a second until confusion and curiosity took over her.

— Who else is from SNL? — she asked.

— Bill Hader is playing Richie. I figured he told you, you guys are kind of friends, right? — he smiled — I mean he was the one that sold us on to have you. It was between you and Jessica Chastain and he just said wonders about you, besides, the two Oscars speak for themselves, right? — she furrowed for a quarter of a second but then shook it off and smiled.

— Yeah, right, he must've forgotten to tell me. — she laughed out. Andy smiled oblivious to her anxiety and confusion. Damn if she wasn't a good actress, and an even better liar. They stayed in silence for a second before she said — Uhm- so... I'll be on my way now?

— Sure, we'll send you the script in a couple of weeks and have our production manager talk to your assistant to arrange everything. — said Andy while guiding her to the door but stopped in front of it — It's very nice to be working with you again Bea.

She smiled — Thank you. It's the feeling is mutual. You're a great director, Andy. — he smiled at her.

— I'll see you in couple of months, then. — they kissed on the cheek before saying goodbye, it was an Argentinean costume Andy had and she had picked upon.

As she was leaving she said — Sure, and tell Barbara I say hi.

— I will.

Bea left the building with a blank stare, her mind kind of numb, still trying to wrap her head around it. She got in the cat but she didn't started it. She just say there, looking ahead.

She smiled at him as someone removed her wig. He was fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, repeating his lines under his breath as someone made his wig look just right. Just then he saw her smiling at him, in that very moment he felt himself relax and she noted it too, smiling slightly wider and doing an ok sing at him with a bit of a questioning look. He smiled back and put his thumb up before someone gave him his cue to enter the set and he was pushed in. She watched him preform and laughed along the audience until his bit was over. She waited for him on the other side and they went to the main stage for the final goodbye of the night.

They went up to the host after, saying congratulations, complementing some bit of their monologue and then they both stayed in the back — Do you plan on going to the party? — she asked hesitantly. She looked at him, as always, he was towering over her, put not in a threatening manner, he was too nice to be threatening.

He smiled but shook his head softly — I don't think so. You?

He looked at her and she shook her head as he had done before — Not really up for going out tonight. I guess I'll go home and have a movie night.

He perked up at her with a smile — Any good movies?

She smiled, looking at him — Yeah, actually I finally got Taxi Driver on DVD so I'm gonna re-watch it, maybe with commentaries.

— That's so rad. — he said. She was never sure if he said "rad" kind of joking of if it was a word he used seriously

She smiled at his choice of words and the way his voice sounded while saying it. She looked at him and saw the excitement in his face — Wanna come watch it? — Bill said yes, even if he felt like he shouldn't let himself do it, even if he felt guilty for not going to his wife first thing after the show.

They said goodbyes and made up some lies on why they weren't going to the party. They walked to her apartment, Bill leading her coat to her since the night was pretty cold. When they got to the apartment she made two cups of hot chocolate and they settled in to watch the movie. Somehow she ended up falling asleep on his shoulder, both covered by the same blanket and his arms hugging her waist. When he woke up it was still nighttime, the movie was over, he couldn't help but to smile at her face, her head was against his chest and her hands were softly touching him. She looked happy and peaceful, her hair covering a bit of her face. In that moment he knew he would be happy waking up to her face any morning, but he couldn't. He was married and he hated the fact that those thoughts came to his mind whenever he saw her. He cursed himself for thinking about it, thinking about the way her lips would feel on his, the way her hands would touch him. He was a father to a two year old and married to an amazing woman, he couldn't think like that, he couldn't think about her like that.

He looked ahead for a moment, right into the dark wall in front of him. He felt ashamed, he should be at home with his wife. Surely nothing had happened, but he almost felt like he had cheated on her in a way that was worse than physical.

He looked at her one more time and felt pain. The sweetness was still there but it was now tainted with a bitter and salty taste.

He moved slowly and lead her head to rest on a pillow, he turned off the TV and went out into the cold, dark night, it was three AM. He would go home, shower and get in bed with his wife. He promised himself he wouldn't do something like that again, he swore he wouldn't think of her friend like that again. He would live the life he had set himself to live.

As he walked to his apartment, he figured wasn't that far away and he needed time, Bea woke up alone, cold and in the dark, only a soft orange light from the street touching her skin. She felt an emptiness inside her and an endless void around her, Bill was gone, and she was left alone again.

She was still sitting in her car but it wasn't going anywhere. The windows were up even if the heat was suffocating but she sat there, keys in her hands as she looked ahead. The empty feeling was back, now accompanied by a sinking in her stomach. She kept thinking off all the information she had received but her thoughts were constantly being interrupted by memories.

The idea that after years of avoiding him, after countless nights of crying for him, after years of trying to get over something that didn't happened, after trying so hard to forget him, she had to see him again because he had convinced the director of having her was glued to her head like a gigantic, unavoidable, stupid sticker that didn't let her see far ahead.

He had recommended her for a film he was co-starting in. She felt at a loss. She couldn't understand why would he want to see her after the way she cut all ties.

Bea had the limousine drop him off at his place. He said goodbye with a long hug and a soft kiss on her cheek, his lips lingering a bit too long around her, his hands holding her a bit too tight. She always felt that, so she always thought it was her own head messing with her. To Bill it was like smelling chocolate when in a diet. It was almost as tasting the chocolate and he felt almost as guilty after.

He let go of the hug, hating himself again for the feeling he had when he was near her and was about to say goodbye. She saw Hannah running in her pajamas towards her father, being followed by her mother who had to carry Harper. Bea smiled wildly as the kid hugged her father and he hugged her back before picking her up — They wouldn't go to sleep without you reading to them. Because, and I'm quoting, you can do the voices and I can't. — Maggie explained, finally catching up to her daughter, greeting Bill with a short kiss on the lips before turning to Bea with a bright yet tired smile on her face — Congratulations on the award! — she chimed. Bea smiled and thanked her.

— What did you win auntie? — asked Hannah. Her eyes were tired as she leaned on her father's shoulder.

— Nothing. Just dumb award about acting, sweetie. — the little girl nodded and Bea smiled, but then she looked at them. Bill, his daughters, his wife, they were happy, even smiling at her, but she felt like a wall between them. On one side Bill, his family, his house; on the other it was just her in her ball gown, the limo and her trophy. It was an unspoken truth, an invisible wall.

She felt lonely, left aside. She felt like shit.

When they were alone she would forget about it, about the truth, about his family. When it was just the two of them she felt like everything was alright, she was in a small, wonderful bubble where she wasn't sad, she wasn't lonely. But she would often forget it was just what she wanted for it to be and not what it was. And moments like this would remind her of that.

She wasn't anything but Bill's friend and, as a friend, she was happy for him but, as the person who had loved him for years, she was heartbroken. And she knew she wasn't going to get better by seeing him, even if it made her so happy to see him.

— Do you wanna come in for a drink? — Maggie asked, snapping her out of her train of thought.

She hesitated — No. I think I'm gonna go, now. — she said, being careful not to let her sadness taint her voice. She looked at Bill wanting to be able to voice her goodbye, to actually say I'm not gonna see you again. But she couldn't do that, because he would ask her why, and she couldn't tell him. So she settled for a simple — Bye. — Bill knew her, he knew something was up, but he couldn't say anything, he couldn't ask her what was wrong.

She walked to the limo and trough the dark windows saw them get in the house, closing the door without looking twice.

Bill would never let himself look twice.

She felt the emptiness she always felt when Bill left her side, but this time it was deeper, stronger, it was tearing her heart apart. She took a deep breath, stopping more tears from forming and keeping the ones in her eyes at bay.

— Where to? — asked the driver.

She looked ahead, tears on her eyes and she shook her head before looking at the award on her right, she grabbed it and looked at the driver — Do you know where the Oscar party is?

— Sure thing.

The limousine started, leaving behind the life she wished she had with Bill but she couldn't get. As she rode in the chilly Californian night Bill went to sleep with his wife, surrounded by so many good thing but feeling an emptiness inside him he didn't feel when she was with him.

She felt like an idiot. She knew she still felt the same and she hated herself for it.

She couldn't do it anymore, she couldn't keep hurting for the same guy for over ten years, she couldn't keep suffering for someone She hadn't seen for four years. She started her car and started driving off. She promised herself she wouldn't fall into that rabbit hole again, she swore she wouldn't think of about him in that way. It was just a couple of months and then she wouldn't see him again, then she would finally live the life she had set herself to live.

[bowersgangobsessed]

Sparkles and Messes

Patrick Hockstetter x Reader Fluff! Paint, nail polish, and ten different glues lay around me as I stare at the crown. Staring as it mocks me. “More glitter...” I turn to see Patrick behind me, arms crossed as he leans in the doorway. His arms sparkle in different colors as the light filters in. “But you hate it.” He rolls his eyes before tossing me a brand new container. “I know.” He walks over, sitting next to me. “But it makes you happy. So go for it.” I smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Thanks babe.” He huffs before applying some spray paint as the base. “You’re lucky I never used this.” I smile, noticing the paint coloring his hands. “Thank you for the help.” He looks at me, a gleam in his eyes. “I know how stressed you were, so don’t worry about it.” I press a kiss to his lips before resting my forehead against his. “We’re seniors baby. We made it.” He smiles, chuckling softly. “We did, didn’t we?”

[sejanusbaby]

can you also do being married to bob gray and what that entails? (:

Sure thing, doll face. I’ll get on that ASAP. ❤️🎈

[whatyournightmaresaremadeof]

I love Andy Muschietti in so many ways, it might be a sin 🤷🏻‍♀️

[gorogues]

Spoilers for comics in June!

These are from the official solicits for that month, which you can see at CBR.

Things go from bad to worse for the Rogues in the finale of the Black Label series, while AU Roscoe and the Flashpoint Rogues make surprise appearances.  I guess all the new Rogue stories this month are AU.

ROGUES #4 Written by JOSHUA WILLIAMSON Art by LEOMACS Cover by SAM WOLFE CONNELLY Variant cover by KAARE ANDREWS 1:25 variant cover by LEOMACS $6.99 US | 48 pages | 4 of 4 | Prestige Plus | 8 1/2" x 10 7/8" ON SALE 6/28/22 17+ Gorilla City blues! All the Rogues wanted was a better life for themselves. But that’s all over thanks to all their greed and backstabbing. Those still left alive are busted up with their backs against the wall, and Grodd’s forces are closing in. With no heroes racing to save them, they must make a deadly deal with Gorilla Grodd to survive.

Guess they shouldn’t have been backstabbing each other, something the Rogues on Earth-0 have (mostly) learned.  I love that ridiculous Bane variant cover.

SUICIDE SQUAD: BLAZE #3 Written by SIMON SPURRIER Art and cover by AARON CAMPBELL Variant cover by VALENTINE DE LANDRO $6.99 | 48 pages | 3 of 3 | Prestige Plus | 8 1/2" x 10 7/8" ON SALE 7/5/22 After the blood-soaked events of last issue, there are no heroes left with the strength to take on the cannibal killer…with the possible exception of, believe it or not, one Michael Van Zandt. But when Michael learns the truth of both the killer’s true nature and that of the powers he’s been given, humanity might have a lot more to fear than one flying carnivore…

Like the Rogues series, this sure sounds like a Mature Readers story.

FLASHPOINT BEYOND #5 Written by GEOFF JOHNS, TIM SHERIDAN, and JEREMY ADAMS Art by XERMÁNICO Cover by MITCH GERADS Variant cover by XERMÁNICO 1:25 ratio variant cover by SCOTT KOLINS $3.99 US | 32 pages | 5 of 6 | Variant $4.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 6/28/22 The Clockwork Killer’s identity is finally revealed as the dust settles after the showdown at Arkham Asylum. But as we learn the truth behind how the Clockwork Killer came to be, Thomas is faced with a reality-altering choice!

This variant cover is the first hint I’ve seen that Citizen Cold and the Rogues are in the Flashpoint Beyond story, and hopefully they get a significant role.

THE FLASH: THE FASTEST MAN ALIVE #3 Written by KENNY PORTER Art and cover by JASON HOWARD Variant cover by ANDY MUSCHIETTI $5.99 US | 48 pages | 3 of 3 | Variant $6.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 6/28/22 Barry has learned to control his powers and is finally starting to feel like the hero he’s always dreamed he could be. But then a showboating new villain going by the name, the Top shows up looking to test his abilities and make some cash selling his weapons after showing how they can take out the Flash! Barry will need to use every skill he’s picked up along the way if he’s going to stop this topsy-turvy terror!!

....is Roscoe wearing armour on the cover?  Sadly this probably means he won’t be in any of the movies, but that was to be expected.  I’m hyped for the comic anyway.

BRIGHTEST DAY OMNIBUS (2022 EDITION) Written by GEOFF JOHNS and PETER J. TOMASI Art by IVAN REIS, PATRICK GLEASON, and others Cover by IVAN REIS $100.00 US | 696 pages | 7 1/4" x 10 7/8" | Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-77951-633-6 ON SALE 8/30/22 Offered again! In this follow-up to Blackest Night, 12 heroes and villains were resurrected by a white light expelled from deep within the center of the earth. Now Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Firestorm, Hawkman, Hawkgirl, Deadman, Jade, Osiris, Hawk, Captain Boomerang, and Zoom must discover the mysterious reason behind their return and uncover the secret that binds them all in this massive hardcover collecting issues #0-24 of the hit series!

It’s 2022, why do they still insist on calling Eobard “Zoom”?

[streets-in-paradise]

Dulce de Leche? - Andy Barclay x (fem) Reader

Masterlist

Word Count - 3K

Relationships: Andy Barclay x Reader 

Canon characters involved: Andy Barclay, Junior Wheeler, Bree Wheeler, Logan Wheeler. 

Warnings: This goes into a very specific AU idea. On it, Andy lived a time in Hackensack at some point of the years of his life canon doesn’t cover. There he casually bonded with the Wheelers, (a paralel for Charles Lee Ray bonding with the Pierces) then discovered the abuse going on in the family and infiltrated as a friend in order to protect the kids./ I’m being like the Muschietti siblings on IT regarding references to my country through the eyes of a tourist character.     

Summary: A friend of Bree returns from a vacation trip and Logan doesn’t waste the opportunity to set her up with Andy. 

Notes: @losersclubisms​,this is inspired in your AU idea. I hope you’ll enjoy it. I am running out of grown up Andy pics,( he had so few screentime) but fixed it using an Alex pic I know you have found cute before for the header lol. 

His wife was slightly reluctant about the idea, but her opinions never stopped Logan before. Whenever something occurred to him, he wouldn’t stop until making it happen. Andy was a good friend of his who had been lonely for too long and that couldn’t do any good for a man, his brother Lucas was the proof of that. Finding out that your return would coincide with his visit convinced him of taking action, it was a natural move to make because you were an old friend of Bree. The only one he liked and the only one she kept, also known to have long periods of singleness that he would unfortunately ‘ well intentionally’ tease you for occasionally.  

If you had to be fully honest, you would admit you were still there only for Bree and her son. You weren’t blind to who was the kind of man she married, but any direct confrontations would make you lose her and you made the promise of sticking with her. Sometimes you would have to stand Logan’s bullshit, but you had to in order to remain in her life. It was incredibly narcissistic on his part to think you would be taking his dating suggestions, Andy was one of the few friends he shared with Lucas and that alone was a red flag. However, Junior had a strange fondness of that man that you would never observe of him with any other of his father’s friends and that was quite intriguing. 

It was as if the positions he attributed you were analogues. Back when he was little he shamelessly called you aunt a few times and he got to be called uncle, which obviously stopped quickly through the subtle reprehension of the father for doing it. The only contact you ever established with Andy was through Junior and the genuine appreciation he had for you both, but you frankly didn’t know much of him. He seemed a nice man, but Logan also was in the eyes of an outsider and you knew he really wasn’t. You haven’t crossed paths with him in a long while, last time being one of the boy’s birthdays, but you remembered he was the only adult there besides your friend that wasn’t a total nightmare. You two stuck together for most of it and a few tension driven misunderstandings happened because you did find him attractive. 

That wouldn’t mean that Logan wasn't doing an insidious intromission, the only upside being that Andy seemed as uncomfortable as you. He clearly didn’t ask for it, as you neither did. You were there to reunite after your vacation trip, share stories and bring gifts. It wasn’t on your plans to stand a set up feeling like in an episode of The Office. 

“ Buenos Aires was awesome, there is so much to do that I would end up exhausted at the end of the day and still get shit to do on my list.” You were explaining, trying to get the conversation secured into the topic of your preference. “ I loved the art museums and antiquity stores. There is an alley that is a literal open-air museum in La Boca, that was  wonderful to see. And, of course, I almost forgot about the football stadium!”  

“ I saw the pics, truly awesome.” Junior added. “ Boca Juniors, pun intended in the name of the soccer club because it sounds like it is speaking of my mouth.” 

“ I WAS THINKING OF THAT THE WHOLE TIME! “ You followed him with excitement. “ I knew I was gonna hear one of your jokes as soon as I posted the pic of the entrance sign. You know, there is a curious detail in the origin of the nickname for the stadium you can read there. ‘La Bombonera’, which means ‘ box of chocolates’ in spanish, comes from the fact that an engineer on its development got a box of chocolates from a friend on his birthday and the team in the project found the shape very alike to the stadium they were creating.” 

He seemed to find your tellings quite amusing. 

“ The Box of Chocolates? Who thought that was a good idea for a stadium name?” 

You both laughed together and you could see how pleased Bree was of that, a subtle smile in your direction showing how impressed she was because of that carefree reaction from her son. 

“ Well, slang there is super confusing so it must make more sense for them.” You guessed in return.” Chocolate is a soft catcall word, when an argentine dude in Buenos Aires thinks you are pretty he may call you bombón.” 

You knew you were going to regret that later, but the flow of the talk with Junior made you forget you shouldn’t have mentioned it. 

“ Andy knows a bit of spanish, he may be able to explain to us how that could work on a phrase.” 

The implied ask got him embarrassed, but he acceded. 

“ The language doesn’t work the same way everywhere, just as we don’t speak like the british. “ Andy tried to explain. “ I don’t know how they speak in Argentina, but with the little I do know I would guess something like ‘ Eres un bombon.’ ” 

“ Sos un bombón.” You corrected, not daring to admit to yourself that the cheap trick imposed may have worked. “ You have a great spanish accent, by the way.” 

You were actually thinking of how soft he sounded, sweet even if he didn’t intend so. 

He smiled in return to the simple compliment, a shy response meant to close the topic, but you wouldn’t have that luck. 

“ Look at that, you sound like you are about to dance the tango.” Logan teased you. “ Did you actually get to do that on the trip?” 

“ Yes, of course! A little bit of watching, a little bit of dancing… What reminds me of one of the gifts I brought.`` 

It was a great distraction that bought you some time of peace, you had tons of things to show between the stuff you bought for them and what was for yourself but you wanted to display anyways. The best of all was the sculpture of a dancing couple that you got in an antiquity store for Bree, she loved it right away and you were super happy about that. Since appearances forced you to be friendly, you got Logan a pair of shoes made of argentinian leather. As you watched him receive the gift with delight, you remembered the process of finding the proper thing for him with disgust. You knew it had to be something of leather,a famous speciality of the country. The first recommendation you got in the store was a belt but you quickly refused it. 

It would have been like gifting a gun to a murderer, you knew he was an abusive bastard and Junior was taking the worst part of it. The thoughts on the hate that man made you feel dissipated for a while when the boy reacted to his presents. Two soccer shirts, one you bought in a gift shop near the stadium and another of the national team. 

“ Messi! “ Junior commented, reading the name of the worldwide popular player on the inscription in the back. He didn’t have a great knowledge of soccer, but he liked it enough to once have considered wanting to play it for fun. When it came to sports, he would have preferred soccer practices on a non professional team a thousand times over cross country racing. “ Thank you so much, I’m gonna put it on right now.” 

It wasn’t the gift that truly mattered to him, but the action of support. You knew he preferred soccer over cross country, as you also knew he preferred music over sports. Buying him a guitar would have been too much of a provocation, a hostile act towards Logan’s wishes that would make him detect you as a threat, but you thought of it so many times before. 

Junior had a wide smile on his face on the shared knowledge in the imperceptible act of rebellion, wearing the shirt like it would be a silent counterculture statement. You rushed to take a pic but Andy got ahead of you, the happiness of the boy seemed to affect him in the same way it got you. The way in which Junior hugged you, then asked him and only him to take a picture of you both together confirmed it for you. 

He was telling you that man was an ally in knowledge of the same code, also a pleased participant in the underground meaning of the act. 

You wouldn’t get much time to celebrate your small victory before the forces of order would strike again. After the individual gifts were presented you showed some other things you bought for them that were meant for the house and your collective enjoyment. Food and drinks: you displayed first a fine wine for the adults, then one of the things you were the most excited about. 

“ Dulce de Leche, I got a ton of jars for myself and I knew I just had to bring some to you. “ You sweetly explained. “ If you never tried this, it is going to blow your mind.” 

“ Thank you! ” Bree followed you. “ I should have guessed it. You have always had a sweet tooth, dear. It was a matter of time until you would be talking of the local desserts.” 

“ I plan to go back to Argentina someday and see the snowy mountains in the south of the country. People have told me that in Bariloche they have amazing chocolate and I know I’m going to lose it.” 

Your friend was sharing a few chuckles with you, but Logan managed to ruin the moment for you once more. 

“ Thanks, (y/n), but I think Junior will not be able to try this. I can’t tell for sure, but that looks like the kind of heavy calories that his competition diet doesn’t allow.” 

Your inside was burning from rage, keeping a fake smile was progressively harder. Even when that was tecnically true, a fucking teaspoon of that caramel spread wouldn’t do the kid any harm but that dick had to restrict him as an act of power. 

“ Mate has no calories, it’s just warm water on some herbs. Can he try that? “ The acid comeback came out of you before you could control yourself because you were about to explode. 

Andy knew what you were going through, he shared your frustration and he impressed you by saving you from that uncomfortable situation. 

“I’m really interested in that weird doll you told us you found at that flea market. Can I see it? You said you liked it because it was a horror movie doll kind of hideous and that sounds like my thing.” 

It was an improvised request, he had no idea of what he was doing but he wanted to get you out from there before the tension could escalate and any talk regarding dolls was a fact that his memory would fixate on enough to make a quick excuse. He knew that it would bring no questioning because it served the purpose Logan had settled for the encounter. 

As soon as you were far away from any listeners, he made you feel safe enough to vent your anger out. 

“ FUCK! I hate his guts… How can you be friends with that piece of shit?” 

" Glad to see you realized I don't share his viewpoints on parenting.. or anything in general." He confessed to you. " I have many guns and a military background. I am aware of the impression that it causes on most people, but I am not the kind of guy who supports or condones that. The kind of discipline that looks like abuse is actually abuse. " 

Andy kept surprising you for all the reasons his so-called friend wouldn't imagine. 

" Why are you here, if it's not for him?" 

" I'm not friends with him anymore, but he doesn't know that and he doesn't have to because my actual friend in this house is Junior. " He simply stated. " I'm holding on to the bond with Logan because of him, I lost any true respect for him years ago. The same can be said about Lucas, but someone has to be there for Jake and I am happy to be that person. Whenever my times allow me to travel back here I check on the boys, make sure they are alright. It is really important to me, I care about them even when I wouldn't want to keep seeing their fathers." 

Finding someone who partially shared your frustrations was so relieving.

" My goodness, that is wonderful! I'm so sorry, Andy. Part of me was doubtful about you because of absolutely shallow reasons... It's the very manly lumberjack, bear hunter like thing you have always had going on." 

It was a teasing description of something you actually found attractive. The combination of his shyness giving him a sweet charm and his masculine aesthetic was an interesting mix. 

Getting the certainty that behind that rough look there was a really sweet guy worried for the wellbeing of Junior was fascinating to you. 

" Don't worry, it has happened before and I really can't blame people for their guesses. '' Andy calmed you, then proceeded into a deeper confession. " My father passed away when I was very little and someone took advantage of that gap in my life. That man got inside my home, he told me he was my friend and for a time i believed that. It was bullshit, all he wanted was to control me and he destroyed my life. Charles is the reason why I went to the military school and even there he didn't let me be." 

You thought he was talking of an abusive stepfather pushing the military career on him in the same way Logan was pushing his goals on Junior. 

" You are nothing like him despite what he did with you and that's something of your own achievement you must celebrate. " You attempted to comfort him. " You are a wonderful guy, Andy. What you are doing for the kids is something that not many men would. My bond with Bree kept me here even from before Junior was born, but you are pretending to be friends with two men you dislike just to protect their children. " 

" Many years ago, when I lived here in Hackensack, I was looking for answers. Perhaps I was also looking for him, my abuser used to be from here and I wondered if he ever felt homesickness. All I found were more abused children, kids who need the support of an adult friend really being there for them like their fathers will never be. I guess I wanted to be that adult because I was afraid that, if it wasn't me, someone like Charles would. I don't regret it, even after moving out of town I still keep in contact because I want to keep an eye on them. Remain in their lives, know how things are going and if they need my help. " 

You hugged him and he could tell that it wasn't pitty. There was a warm feeling in your approach, it felt like a call for intimacy and you were so close that he was smelling your perfume. 

" You are so sweet, it's unbelievable. " You purred a compliment. "I am finally getting to know you for real and I am frankly amazed."

" Muchas gracias. Tu siempre me has parecido una mujer muy dulce. " He answered, the softness in his voice making you melt a bit as he was calling you a sweet woman. Admitting he had always thought that of you, making you wonder what more he kept saved. 

You were staring at each other and the tension was unbearable. It was even more intense than that time at the birthday party when your doubts about him helped you keep your sanity. 

Trying to come up with an excuse to cool things down, you picked one of the jars in your travel baggage. 

" Dulce de Leche?" You innocently offered him a try. " I only have a plastic spoon from the plane flight, but that should work just fine." 

Andy saw you struggling to get the jar opened, then kindly asked for gestural permission to do that himself. It was a classical act of service from a traditionally masculine man, almost a cliche, yet you found it adorable.

At that point, you were putting out a fire with gasoline. He allowed you to spoon feed him the first try and your eyes were on him the whole time. The sticky consistency made him lick his lips and you had to bite yours to avoid releasing a gasp to the visual. 

" Was it good?" 

" Excellent. " He confirmed for you, the heat of the moment giving him some unusual courage. " Do you want to get a taste?" 

You kissed him without hesitation. Hungrily, yet sweetly, his hands got to your hips as you caressed his hair with one hand. Only realizing what you had done while you were gasping for air, you knew then that there was no turning back from there. 

" The lumberjack thing really works for you, It's very sexy. " 

He smiled at the confession. 

" I have to say I haven't been kissed like that in a very long time, hermosa. " 

He called you beautiful in spanish and it really got you. 

" Don't do that! Not here. " You complained with frustration. " We have to go back to pretend for that horrible man and you can't distract me with your spanish accent. " 

He chuckled against your lips. 

" We are going to have to do something about this, don't you think?" 

" Absolutely, but it will have to wait. "

He agreed, but kissed you one last time anyways.

[muschiettistrashmouth]

I'm so happy y'all are asking Andrés Muschietti's imagines and stuff. I really appreciate that and I'm working on it, but I live in Brazil and we had some really bad weather and my WiFi is not working at the moment.

I hope you understand I'm doing everything I can right now.

Love, Bruna.

[yellow-eyes-of-pennywise]

Oh boy! His first single 🤣🤣

[haderberkman]

Can You Be Serious, Please

Bill Hader X F Reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @deanneedstobackdatassup

Y/N loved her job. She got to interview celebrities and talk about their upcoming movies and events. Today was going to be a rough day, because she had to interview her husband, Bill Hader, for IT: Chapter 2.

Y/N was already preparing herself for many off topic discussions and him distracting her. This was going to be a disaster.

Once Bill arrived, the production crew got them both mic’d and they situated themselves in their chairs on the set. Y/N smiled as the director motioned for her to start.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Hader and this is Celebrity Insight. Today, I am here with the amazing Bill Hader, who plays Richie Tozier in the upcoming movie IT: Chapter 2. Hi, Bill. How are you?”

“Hello, gorgeous. I’m doing wonderful. How about you?”

“I’m doing good. By the way, yes, Bill is my husband. So, to those of you wondering, there is your answer.”

“I liked it so I put a ring on it.”

The camera cut to Bill and Y/N have him a stern look. He just smiled and winked at her.

“So, how was filming this movie?”

“It was good. How about you come over here and sit in my lap and ask the questions.”

“BILL! Why?”

“You’re too far away and I want you over here.”

“Do you promise to answer all of the questions?”

“I promise. Cross my heart.”

Y/N sighed as she stood up and walked over to where her husband was sitting. She moved in front of him and as soon as she sat down on his lap, his arms went around her torso. She pulled his arms off of her slightly, giving him another look.

“Keep it professional, Hader. I’m working, you know.”

“Aw, come on babe. I’m just trying to have a little fun and loosen you up.”

Bill leaned up and kissed her cheek. Y/N started blushing and cleared her throat to try to regain her professionalism. Bill giggled as he watched her collect herself.

“Alright, so, what did do to prepare for this role.”

“You were there, so you should know.”

“Just answer the question, please.”

“Okay, okay. Well, I didn’t read the book like everyone else. I just watched the first movie and paid close attention to how Finn Wolfhard played the younger version of Richie.”

Y/N was kind of shocked that Bill actually gave her an actual answer. She just let that thought sit in her brain and kept asking the questions. Bill reached up and kissed her on the cheek again causing Y/N to jump out of her thoughts.

“Where was the movie filmed?”

“Is that really your next question?”

“Can you be serious, please?”

“That’s such a boring question and have you met me. Give me your cards.”

Bill took her reference cards out of her hands and looked at all the questions on them. Once he read all the questions on them, he threw the cards on the floor and grinned at Y/N.

“Bill, give me those. They have my questions on them.”

“No, come up with your own questions. I know you did write those.”

“If you don’t quit, you’re gonna have to cook dinner and clean the dishes by yourself tonight.”

“Okay, fine.”

Bill reached down and grabbed Y/N’s cards. On his way leaning back up, Y/N places a sweet kiss on his cheek. He smiled and gripped her side a bit with the arm he had wrapped around her.

“Don’t ask me anymore boring questions. Ask me good ones.”

“Okay, I have a question for you and it’s not on the cards.”

“Lay it on me, babe.”

Y/N smiled at Bill and cleared her throat before asking her question.

“How come, at the premiere, Andy Muschietti asked me why I married you? Like what did you do to piss him off?”

“Oh, I would correct him when he said something wrong. Like, once he told me to be like Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing, but instead on saying Swayze, he said Swayz. I would also do impressions of him and he didn’t like it.”

Bill was laughing really hard and snorting. Y/N just playfully rolled her eyes and smiled at her goofy husband. The director signaled for Y/N to wrap everything up. She straighten herself and started doing the outro.

“Thank you Bill for coming and being on the show. We enjoyed having you here.”

“Thank you for inviting me, and thank you baby for putting up with my childish ways.”

“Aw, you’re welcome. It is a very hard task to do. Anyways, everyone make sure you go see IT: Chapter 2. It’s in theaters now. For Celebrity Insider, I’m Y/N Hader. Thanks for watching.”

As soon as Y/N finished her last sentence, Bill leaned up and kissed Y/N on the lips. After a couple of seconds, the director yelled cut, then smiled at Y/N and Bill.

“We’re keeping that kiss in the final cut.”

“Of course you are because why wouldn’t you?”

Y/N stood up and grabbed Bill’s hand helping him up. He wrapped his arm around her as they walked to her office. She smiled up at him and he winked at her. She knew this interview was going to be chaotic, but she loved every minute of it, and she loved him.

[headoverhiddles]

Attention [Bill Skarsgård x Reader Smut]

This is based on that Charlie Puth song, Attention. Reader and Bill have been separated for a few months, and the reader knows exactly what to do to get him right back in her arms. Also, Luke Evans cameo!

Warnings: Cheating, sorry if your name is Nicolette, rough/angry sex, semi-public sex/fingering, jealous/possessive!Bill, and steamy public teasing. Also the reader is pretty savage lmao.

The straps on your dress glide up your shoulders, slotting over your collarbone. This outfit you've got on is sure to attract the stares every man at the party you're headed to... but you're only looking to target one. He'll be there, you're sure of it. Whichever woman he's decided to bring this time to insist to the press, "see, I have a girlfriend, now will you leave my private life alone?!" won't stand a chance against you.

Stepping into your heels, you text your friend that you're ready to go, and head out to your car, parked underneath the palm trees of smoggy LA. It's evening by the time you swing by your friend's place, the lights of the city glowing and making it almost what it's made out to be by hopefuls: the land where dreams true. You much prefer New York City, but work is where work is, so Hollywood is a necessary evil. You remember when you and Bill used to joke about it in bed.

"Why can't we just move to New York?"

"Stockholm is nicer."

"Not nicer than New York!"

"Everything is nicer than New York," Bill smirked.

"What would we do in Stockholm?" you had asked playfully, rolling over onto his naked chest so that your breasts were pushed up against his pectorals. He bit his lip with a mischievous grin, bouncing you on his lap slightly.

"Fuck."

"Every day," you growled in his ear, nipping at his ear lobe.

"Every night." He squeezed your ass, causing you to squeal.

"Mmm, but other than that?" you rolled back over to lay beside him on the pillow.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "See my parents every once and a while. Invite your parents out. Find a nice hot spring- we have a lot of those there, you know- and uh... get naked?"

"Everything leads back to getting naked, doesn't it?" you stuck your tongue out.

"When you drive me this crazy?" he groaned, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, "Yeah."

You cluck your tongue as your gaze shifts to the exit off the freeway. You knew how crazy he was for you... and tonight, you were going to exploit the hell out of that.

"What're you thinking about?" your friend asks you, turning down the music a little.

"How accessible my panties are in this dress," you reply, turning onto a street.

Your friend laughs. "Are you sure Bill's worth the money you spent on those? He's a huge jerk, remember?"

"The look on his face'll sure be worth it," you explain, pulling over the car. You give the keys to the parking employee, who works for whichever studio is throwing this party, and you walk in together.

"(y/n)!" someone shouts, and you turn to see someone you've grown close to. It's Barbara Muschietti, sister of Bill's director on It. You two had met a while ago during the filming of that, when Bill had taken you one day to set.

"Hey," you grin, "You look nice tonight."

"Thanks, love. Look at you! Who are you trying to rope in tonight with this outfit?"

"Oh, you know," you smile, "Someone who'll probably make it extremely challenging for me."

"But who doesn't love a good challenge when it comes to men?" she grins, and clinked her glass against yours. Her brother approaches.

"Ah, (y/n)! How are things going?" he asks, and you nod.

"Good, Andy."

"You, uh... you know Bill's here, right?" He knows about your bad breakup, as it had happened during the press tour for It, which is why Bill was absent for most of it.

"Oh?" you feign, looking around, "Is he?"  

"Yes, I just saw him over by the washrooms. We were chatting about his new project, Castle Rock..."

The rest is drowned out as you think about that project, and how you two had discussed it in a much different context.

"I've got a big surprise," he grinned, pulling away from your lips for a second.

"Yeah?" you grinned back, holding his hands above his head as he ground up against you.

"Yeah. A new project I'm tied to."

"Aaand what is it?" you breathed against his lips, and he was momentarily distracted, dragging you in for another kiss until you pulled away again. "Well?"

He groaned, sitting himself up on his elbows. "It's called Castle Rock. Stephen wanted me for it, cause everyone's big on Pennywise right now."

"Shit," you grinned, "Another Stephen King? You're becoming the Johnny Depp to his Tim Burton."

He laughed. "You know, everyone's making that joke. Anyway, I guess so. I don't mind though. His stuff is pretty fun to do."

"Well, who are you gonna play this time?" you ask playfully, mouthing kisses along his neck. He swallowed, Adam's Apple bobbing.

"Can't tell. C-confidential."

You bit lightly in the junction of his neck, feeling his hips roll up against you wantonly.

"Mmmph, Shawshank prisoner," he breathed, mouth opening in a gasp. "Fuck."

You giggled. "You're hot when you're powerless." He glared up at you, then used his leg to kick you beneath him, rolling on top.

"Not for long, sweet thing."

You phase back into the conversation with Andy, and nod along with whatever he's just finished saying about Castle Rock.

"Oh yeah?" you pretend to seem enlightened, "I had no idea Bill was attached to another Stephen King project!"

"Yeah. He's becoming the Johnny Depp to Stephen's Tim Burton!"

You seal your lips in a tight smile, and excuse yourself to get a drink, saying goodbye to them. Your friend is waiting at one of the tables, hyperventilating.

"What is it?" you ask.

"I just flirted with Ellen Page," she cries, fanning herself, and you laugh.

"Looks like both of us are in for some fun tonight."

Just then, you spot him. It's impossible to mistake his tall, lanky frame in that bespoke suit-- and fuck... he's wearing the pink tie you got for him for your first premiere together. Asshole. Shaking your head, you quirk an eyebrow at your friend, taking a sip of champagne and cocking your head. She frowns and follows your gaze, then her eyes widen.

"Now?" she murmurs.

"Gradually," you smile, and brush past her to approach your prey. "Bill?" you say, smiling, "God wow! Fancy seeing you here."

He turns, and you can tell you've caught him off guard. He recovers well.

"Oh, (y/n). Huh, didn't expect to see you at a party like this," he chuckles, not meeting your gaze, and you clench your jaw.

"Likewise," you grit out, and he clears his throat, looking over at his date.

"Uh, Nicolette... this is (y/n)."

"Nicolette," you say the name slowly, and give her a sweet smile. "Pleasure."

Bill frowns, and coughs again.

"Right, um..." his eyes fight to tear off of your chest, and you know you're already well on your way to stealing his attention for good, "W-we should be going." The dress is karma, and you know your perfume is affecting him too. He’s intoxicated by it, thinking back to when you were his, only his.

"Home already?" you ask innocently.

"No," Bill growls, and you smirk to yourself as your tall ex-boyfriend whisks "Nicolette" away through the crowd.

Fine. You can work from far away.

You go over to the dancing area and find the first body in your way, who happens to be Luke Evans, an old friend of yours. You knew each other from an MTV awards back when you were first starting out as an actress- you had forgotten your presenting notes, and he had stepped in. You tap his shoulder.

"(y/n)!" he grins, "My god, it's been too long!"

"It has," you say, hugging him, "I've missed you."

"Same here. Jon and I saw your latest film, it was quite something."

"Where is Jon?" you smile, and Luke jerks his head back, motioning for his boyfriend.

"Somewhere around. I think he's going around telling everybody he's just met Madonna a week ago. He got to be in her music video- never gonna hear the end of that one, let me tell you."

You giggle, then see Bill looking over at you from the opposite side of the room, trying to pretend he's scanning the room instead of watching you.

"Big favour," you murmur, looking up at the Welshman, "I need you to look absolutely enthralled with me."

"Ahhh, you need the treatment to make someone jealous, eh?" he grins, "Okay, won't ask. This'll be fun." He rubs his hands together, then grabs your shoulders, pulling you in and rocking his body against yours. He then kisses you hard, hands settled comfortably on your hips. You make sure to turn so that Bill gets a full view of the feel copping.

"Fuck," you breathe, pulling away, "Jon's a lucky man." It's not Bill, but it's good, nonetheless.

"So he's told me," Luke smirks. Suddenly, you turn to come face to face with your ex. He looks down at you, almost incredulously.

"Luke Evans?"

Luke makes his exit with a pointed stare, and you turn fully to Bill.

"What about him?"

"Thought he was gay."

You shrug. "Doesn't matter that he's gay."

"Really? Your best friend is gay, would you make out with her?"

"Oh, don't you wish." You hate how entitled he sounds, even though this was your goal anyway.  

"Wait Bill, how do you know all that about her friend?" Nicolette asks apprehensively, and Bill grinds his teeth, patience sufficiently tested.

"(y/n) and I used to know each other."

"Oh yeah," you add, placing a hand on Bill's shoulder and letting your breasts pop a little more, "Right before he decided to go and ruin everything."

Bill lets out that frustrated, almost petulant sigh he always did, and let go of Nicolette's arm.

"I'm gonna go out for a smoke, I'll be right back babe," he says to her, kissing her cheek, and walks toward the door. He turns back, shooting you a look that says, "follow me or else." You do, snapping your straps once more.

As soon as you've left the pad, the door is slammed. Bill's fist is pounding against the wall, but you get the first word in.

"The tie I bought you for the Atomic Blonde premiere? Seriously Bill?"

He whips around, opening his arms. "What, should I have just burned everything you gave me?"

"No, but you don't have to wear it with another girl. Real classy."

"I'm not the one with her breasts in my face," he snaps back, eyes venomous.

"Still. You could've picked one that didn't bring back our memories." You think back to when you had given him the tie.

"For you," you smiled. His eyes lit up, and he took the pink tie, wrapping it around his neck.

"It'll look amazing with my suit," he said, kissing your cheek.

"That's what I thought when I picked it out," you replied, tying it and patting his chest gently. "It's gonna make your green eyes pop."

"Just like your necklace is," he said, feeling the small gems in your chain. You nuzzled your head against his chest, and he sighed, stroking your hair. "How long do we have before we go for hair and makeup?"

"An hour or so. That's when the car is coming," you said, then giggled. "Why? Wanna get up to something?"

"For once, fuck no. I just wanna take a nap," he chuckled, and pulled you down on the bed with him. You hummed.

"I hear that. We've been working on this damn movie for so long I've forgotten what sleep is."

"And we weren't even top billed cast."

"I think we got even less sleep than the guy doing the latte runs for Charlize," you laughed. Bill snorted.

"That's really fucking saying something."

"Poor guy looked like a zombie," you laughed. "To be fair though, she was very nice about it."

"I should hope so, dude nearly got hit by a bus coming back over from Starbucks."

You two looked at each other, and you really shouldn't laugh at that, but you did, until you were in stitches, limbs criss-crossed over each other's on the bed.

"We're gonna look like that guy at the premiere if we take a nap, you know," you sighed, "You always look like a firecracker went off in your face when you wake up."

"What?!" he laughed.

"Trust me, it's not good."

"Mmm," Bill mumbled, and grabbed blindly for the remote. "Netflix it is, then." You turned to the screen and peeked over his arm, frowning.

"What the hell? It's not gonna be Christmas for like another eight months, Bill," you said as Home Alone starts playing.

"Fuck it," he muttered, tossing the remote away, and you smile, settling down on him. He planted a kiss on your forehead, and you looked up, prompting him to kiss your lips. You deepened the kiss, scooting up closer so that you're slotted together, holding each other, as you clutched the new pink tie your bought him in your fist.

Your memory fades out on Bill's angry expression, nose all crinkled.

"Is it the thought of me with someone else so god damn terrible that you have to ruin that too?!" he shouts at you.

"I wasn't ruining anything, I was just telling her the truth," you reply, closing your eyes bitterly. 

"Right, yeah. Like the truth you told the press, that I cheated on you with a casting director so I could get Hemlock Grove?! You thought I’d just call you up once I heard that, right? Were you trying to provoke me?"

You pause, inhaling sharply. "I was pissed, you were an asshole," you shoot back.

"So you wreck my public image?!"

"That's..." you sigh, feeling a stab of regret. That was one thing you wished you hadn't done. "...Not what I was trying to do. I talked before thinking. Besides, your image was doing just fine, Bill."

"No thanks to you."

"You're the one who left me!" you finally shout, getting close to his face.

"(y/n), I was ready to marry you!" he shouts, and you blink at him. "Shit." He takes a step back, puts a cigarette in his mouth, then puts it away again after realizing his lighter is out of fluid. "Yeah, okay? I had a fucking ring and everything. It was pretty, too... fuck..."

"You were gonna propose?" Your thoughts are swirling, thrown off the night's meticulously laid out plan, "Then... why did you leave, you dipshit?!"

"Because I thought I was in over my head!!" he shouts, "I hate rejection, you know that, and I was so scared you were gonna say no."

"Why in hell would you think I'd say no, Bill?" you murmur, "I lo-" You stop yourself, and shake your head.  

"Because the thought of hearing you say no kept sticking in my mind. I couldn't go through with it." He runs a hand though his hair, swears again, then turns back. "Anyway, we're over now. You think you can just run around to every party in LA until you find me, prance around in that little dress and watch me go nuts over you all over again?"

You shrug at him, watching his gaze for a few seconds. His chest is heaving. His blood is up, and he looks predatory, like he wants to grab you and take you as roughly as he possibly can without breaking you. Now that the two of you were right here, standing face to face, you already knew that you had won. 

"That's exactly what I think." 

He stares at you, licks his lips, and exhales sharply. "You're right," he mutters, and grabs your hair, pushing you back against the wall and shoving his lips into yours. You moan a little, and he slides a hand up your leg, lifting your dress.

"I'm all for freaky shit," you whisper, "But if we're gonna avoid a pretty racy headline here, we'd better do this in the bathroom."

He pulls away, looking absolutely feral, and picks you up, carrying you down the hall until you find a washroom. Grabbing the end stall, he locks it, then loses it again, mouthing up your neck.

"I fucking knew I'd have you desperate for it," you whisper, "Ahh..."

"Yeah, well I've been wanting to fuck you again since the day I left," he tells you, lifting you up again, "Your lips... your hands... god, your pussy is fucking magic." You wrap your legs behind him, and watch as he unbuckles his belt with one hand, the other one supporting you with ease. "God, I wanna get my fingers in there..."

You breathe in, biting your lip as he shoves your panties aside, burying three fingers deep inside of you because he knows you can take it like that. He continues to finger you until he lifts you up further, moving your dress up to just under your breasts and reaches into his pocket. He digs around and pulls out a condom, rolling it on. In a swift push, he buries himself inside of you, and you moan his name, hooking your legs behind him as he begins to fuck you against the wall.  

The thrusts are just as rough as you had expected, Bill taking out all of his anger from the past few months. "Don't stop," you breathe, and he shakes his head, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tug. So... he still remembers you love that. Well, you remember what he likes too.

Leaning down and out of the sloppy kiss, you sink your teeth into his shoulder, and he groans, thrusts increasing in pace and force as you pull away to admire the bruised skin.

"You're hot," you smile playfully.

"Yeah... ditto," he mutters, belt jangling every time he thrusts into you. You clench around his cock, and grab his ass, sending you both into a better position.

"Fuck me harder, Bill," you whine, "You're gonna make me cum..." He slams his palm against the wall for leverage, pounding into you.

"Shhhh, we're at a party full of really important people. Someone could leak this shit."

"Let them," you grin, and he gives you a look, before you bite his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth. You rock your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts, and he gasps, throwing his head back. "Fuck, love fucking your pussy... yeah, that's damn good..."

You cry out his name, and grind down hard as you cum. "OhhhgodBill-"

"Ahh, (y/n)," he cries, and pounds you both through your climaxes against the wall, the loud jangle of his belt getting quieter as he slows to a stop.  

"Fuck," he mutters, letting you slide back down. You fix your panties and your dress, and Bill cleans himself up, depositing the condom.

"See you inside," you say, and smirk at him. He swallows, and runs a hand through his hair.

"I've got a girlfriend."

"Yeah, I know," you say, "I met her." You saunter past him.

Back inside, you see Bill rejoin Nicolette, rubbing his swollen bottom lip and looking around. He tries to smile at her, and kisses her cheek. His eyes meet yours, and you look at him-- if he looks that guilty all night, she's gonna find out. You shake your head. He always was a shit liar. You turn to glance around-- your friend is on the other side of the room, making out with... geez, she wasn't lying about Ellen Page?

Suddenly, your phone goes off, and you put it to your ear.

"Hello?"

"(y/n)!" It's your manager, Joe.

"Joe, hi," you smile, going to the corner to finish catching your breath.

"I just got a call. They want you for a new TV show."

"Uh huh?" you murmur absently, "Which one?"

"Castle Rock."

You begin to smile, and you turn to look at Bill one more time from across the floor. "Well," you say into the phone, "Won't that be a good time?"

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Bill skarsgard Imagine

Bill Skarsgard x reader 

Requested: “Could you write an imagine where the director of its daughter is dating bill skarsgård” 

I hope you enjoy this, I had fun writing it!!!

Your father was currently working on his new movie IT. Your father was Andy Muschietti, the director. The best thing about having your dad be a director was getting to travel to places and meeting other actors. The best part, though, of him working on IT was that you also got to see your boyfriend, Bill. You and Bill had started dating after he had got the part of Pennywise. You were visiting your father on set, Bill was there, and things just went up from there. You and him were happy but you’re father wasn’t, or that’s what you thought. But your father would never admit that that he secretly liked you and Bill together. He thought Bill was a talented actor, kind-hearted and perfect for you. He knew Bill could make you happy and he couldn’t help but mess with you guys. 

Your dad had just finished shooting a scene with Bill and before Bill left you made sure to wave to him, which he replied to with a nod, smile and wave. Andy looked up from the camera when he saw Bill smiling and waving back towards you. He knew that was for you because Bill didn’t do that to anyone else on set. You got to your dad and handed him a drink. You both watched the footage of what was just shot. 

“why do you have bad taste in men?” Andy asked. 

“excuse me?” you replied back.

“I mean.....” Andy had a eery look on his face, while he pointed towards Bill on the camera. He was being all creepy. 

“Whats wrong with him?” You asked your father confused. 

“He’s a murderer. He’s a clown who kills children and eats them,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Your aunt started laughing. 

“I hope he visits you while your sleeping and kills you,” you threaten back as you started walking away. 

‘He can’t kill me, I created him!” 

“Stephen King did! Not you!” You yelled back. 

You and Bill were down in the sewers part of set. He was about to shoot a scene but you guys were waiting on Andy who was talking to the other crew members on what he wanted to see happen.

While waiting, you and Bill just started being goofballs and made funny faces to each other. You guys were laughing and at one point he grabbed your face with his white gloves and kissed you on the lips. When that happened Andy looked away from talking to the crew when he was going to call Bill when he saw what you guys were up to. 

“Really! I’m right here.”  Andy started walking towards you both. You guys pulled away and continued to laugh. He grabbed onto Bills arm and pushed him to where he was going to him his next scene, “You go over there.” Bill started laughing like Pennywise. “Don’t. Don’t go pennywise on me! I will go Andy on you!” Andy yelled to Bill. Andy grabbed your arm and pushed you out of the sewers, “You go away, I don’t want you here anymore. I don’t want you here or near him.” And with that you laughed and walked away.

The cast was wrapping up filming for the day, Bill had just got out of the makeup department trailer and was standing next to you. You guys were about to head to his trailer when you heard a loud beep sound. You guys both jumped and looked towards the sound. You saw that it was your day holding a bull horn. 

“YOU BETTER NOT BE HEADING TO HIS TRAILER!” you heard your dad say with the bull horn. 

“I’m not sleeping in your trailer dad!” you replied back and you and bill started walking to his trailer. 

You guys were walking when you heard, “Bill, you’re fired.” You looked towards your dad and started laughing and kept walking. 

“Let them be Andy,” Barbara said, “Just suck it up and deal with that your daughter is not single anymore.” Andy sighed and looked down. 

The day had come where you guys were not at the premiere of IT. 

You were taking picture with Bill. It was just you and him when you saw a figure standing legitimately behind him. He looked back to see your father. He was staring at Bill, just staring at him from behind. Bill turned around to see who was there when Andy yanked his arm, “Stop touching and away from my daughter, Away!” He pushed Bill towards his brothers, “Go with your brothers and take pictures with them.” Bill walked to his brothers and started taking pictures while you and your father were standing there smiling for the camera as if nothing happened. 

Andy Muschietti doing an interview for IT. 

Interviewer: “How do you feel about Bill Skarsgard dating your daughter?” 

Andy: “I don’t like it,” he smiled laughing, “I really don’t like it.” He continued to laugh. 

Bill was doing an interview for his film IT. 

Interviewer: “I heard that you were dating the directors daughter and he doesn’t like it. What do you have to say about that?” 

Bill: “Well tough.” Bill started laughing out loud, “Sorry that sounded so mean. No, but um...he’ll learn to live with it. I mean, me and her make each other happy.” He started smiling at the thought of you. 

Extra: Bill just woke up from his nap. He was at your house and unfortunately your house was also your dads. When Bill woke up he saw your dad looking at him. 

“You had a dream that I killed you,” Andy said smiling brightly, “because I will not hesitate to.” 

“Dad, leave him alone!” 

[muschiettistrashmouth]

I know no one is gonna read a story about Andrés (or Andy, how you like to call him) Muschietti, but I got inspired by my neighbor and I just need to write something for him. Thank you so much.