#bill skarsgard xreader

[simple-skarsgard]

Break Me Down

Requested: Yep Pairing: You and (Dominant) Billie Boi Prompt: Bill’s brother flirts with you to piss off his brother and Bill gets jealous and you have angry sex.  A/n: These are actually 2 very similar requests put together so here ye go my little lambs. This gif makes me uncomfortable because this is a rape scene but I used it so you guys could have a visual anyways Im sorry. I don’t know how to writeimsorry.

You couldn’t have been more fed up with Bill at the moment. You were sat down looking like an entire fucking meal. Hair done up, make up on point, a cream colored dress that showed off your fantastic legs and cleavage. You’d only dolled yourself up for the purpose to catch bills attention and he’d hardly looked your way all night. 

He was busy going around being a social butterfly and mingling with coworkers and bosses of all sorts. You knew it was for his work but god it irritated you that he hadn’t even complimented your efforts that were always meant to swoon him. 

“You look lonely,” Alex, Bill’s brother, took a seat beside you on the velvet love seat. He smiled at you and you only smiled back in courtesy. Truth be told, it only upset you more that Bill’s brother acknowledged you more in that sentence than Bill had the whole night.

“Yeah sure have a seat next to the lonely girl, I’m sure she’d appreciate the company of someone other than the person she wants to be with,” you huffed slightly.

“Ouch,” Alex took your comment with a grain of salt and laughed,”what’s got you down, (Y/n)?”

You folded your lips contemplating if Bill’s brother was the right person to talk about this sort of issue with. You decided against it, but hinted at it by glancing at Bill’s direction. Alex wasn’t stupid. He figured it out in a heart beat.

“Ah, I see,” he looked you over as if mulling over ideas that could turn your frown upside down and then he got a smirk on his lips.

“I got an idea,” he said before he adjusted his gray suit and leaned back slightly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to his chest. He whispered in your ear to start laughing and act like you were having a good time. 

You exaggerated your laugh slightly, but it was enough to get Bill to stop talking and turn his head to where he saw you sitting with his brother. He frowned slightly and looked over the situation and suddenly felt a massive discomfort growing in his chest. 

Alex spoke loudly enough, acting as if he wasn’t aware that Bill could hear or much less was already looking at the two of you.

“Wow (Y/n) you look really good tonight, why are you all alone?” he tilted his head and looked you up and down, he let his arm loop around your waist and dared to bring you closer. He couldn’t help wondering if he was crossing the line, but Alex was a male. And he understood male’s train of thought. You never mess with a man’s girl.

You only shrugged in response and decided you’d add fuel to the fire by resting a hand on Alex’s thigh,”Thank you for noticing Alex.”

Bill glared at you when you emphasized on his brother’s name fully knowing you were throwing shade his direction. He turned his attention back to the group he was talking to before he folded his lips in a false, but trying, smile and excused himself.

While you and Alex lowered your voices to act as if exchanging secrets between each other like kids, Bill walked up to you.

“(Y/n),” he said sternly,”Outside. Now.”

He turned on his heel and set down a drink he had in his hand on a nearby glass table. You watched as the remainder of the drink swished hard out of the glass and spilled contents onto the table. That alone showed how angry he was. 

Alex looked at you one last time before stretching his lips in a ‘yikes’ face. 

“Good luck,” he wished.

You sighed before nodding,”I’ll need it.”

You trailed down after Bill to meet outdoors.You’d been so lost in your own thoughts about how’d you get his attention, you forgot it was still day out. The warmth felt nice and you couldn’t help, but smile slightly. What a nice day. 

You were going down the steps as you watched Bill pacing back and forth angrily in his black suit. You bit your lip as you watched the fabric hugging his body and his hair slicked back which had been messed up because he was running his hand through it impatiently.

When you came face to face with him you didn’t even try to hide the coyness in your smile. You’d wanted his attention and now you’d received it. Not entirely how you wished, but it was a start.

Bill glared down at you as you began to walk to fingers up his buttons.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” you tilted your head and looked up at him innocently. 

“Don’t act stupid, (Y/n),” he was seriously pissed.

You roll your eyes and let your hand fall away from him,”What, Bill? Does it piss you off that Alex pays attention to your girlfriend more than you do?”

“That’s not true,” his words hissed through gritted teeth. 

“I beg to differ.”

“Why are you acting like this?! You know I’m here for a job and I need to make good impressions,” Bill tried to defend himself.

“And you can’t do that with me by you?” you crossed your arms,”You have to leave me alone waiting for you be done small talking, is that it?”

“(Y/n), please, this isn’t the time to start picking fights.”

“You’re the one who wanted to talk!”

“Yeah because I’d appreciate it if my brother didn’t have his fucking hands on my girlfriend!” he snapped.

“Does it annoy you that he held me like that? Does it piss you off that he was more capable of doing your job than you?” you shook your head and turned around and just before you could stop yourself, you mumbled,”I bet he’d fuck me better than you do if he had the chance too.”

You instantly regretted it when Bill caught your arm and pulled you back forcibly. Either of his large hands wrapped around your upper arms.

“What did you just say?” you looked into his seething green eyes and you knew you’d fucked up big time.

“Nothing,” your voice was small.

“No! Repeat it!”

You swallowed hard feeling the knot in your throat tightening with every second.

“I-”

“You said he could fuck you better than I could, right?” he waited seconds but you didn’t answer. He pulled you closer, his voice rising as he asked again,” Right?”

“Yes,” you felt your knees becoming weak at the adrenaline racing in your veins waiting on his next approach to you.

“Go wait in the car,” was all he said before letting you go and storming back up the steps to go excuse himself from his associates.

You blinked still feeling your blood racing. He was beyond mad and you felt slightly guilty. You could have potentially just destroyed your entire relationship with him. You hung your head and went to wait in the car.

The entire car trip home, Bill didn’t say anything to you. Didn’t look at you. Didn’t touch you. Hardly breathed in your direction. The weighing silence was crashing on your shoulders and becoming unbearably heavy. 

Even arriving at your home, he went in without you. Bill was giving you the silent treatment and you couldn’t lie that you felt you deserved it. You hated fighting, but honestly it was his fault for not paying attention to you when he should’ve, especially knowing how little time the both of you had with each other in his line of work. 

You walked to your bedroom where you watched him get undressed and he knew you were watching him. The more you watched his lazy limbs move to shake off his suit, the more you saw he was looking sad instead of angry. You furrowed your eyebrows as he grabbed a silk robe to wrap it around himself with it untied to display his bare torso. You looked at his long legs always wondering if he felt like he was walking on stilts the whole time. 

Bill looked up at you with a neutral expression before he walked to the bathroom and making you flinch when he slammed the door. You sighed when you heard the shower run, but couldn’t help start feeling slightly guilty about what you’d said earlier.

So you undressed and slipped into one of Bill’s shirts feeling a discomfort as to if you could even wear his clothes anymore, but at the same time it was all that brought you comfort now. 

It wasn’t long until Bill stepped out of the restroom, steam engulfing his robed figure as he walked towards you and for a minute you thought he’d just crash his lips on yours and this fight would be over, but instead he walked past you and took a seat in the little bench you had beside the window sill.

Glancing over your shoulder you peered as the moonlight washed his pale water-beaded skin. His locks of hair intertwining together and hanging over his forehead as he looked down at the floor- not a word came from his lips.

It was obvious at this point you’d have to take initiative. It was your fault after all. 

“Bill,” you went over to kneel between his legs and rest your elbows on his knees, crossing your hands over to support your face as you let your head down, eyes looking up at him.

His ember eyes blinked to meet yours, but still he said nothing.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier,” your voice barely above a whisper.

Something inside him must’ve snapped because his tone was no different from when he was angry earlier today.

“You’re sorry?” he scoffed and let out a dry laugh,” For what? Flirting with my brother in my face to catch my attention or for degrading me for the sake to piss me off? Or maybe you’re just sorry that I’m the one that has the right to be hurt here.”

“I’m sorry for everything, okay,” you frowned. It wasn’t like him to rub things in your face, but it’s not like he was wrong about what he was saying.

His stare was blank and you felt him searching your soul for the slightest ounce of sincerity and came to the conclusion that you meant your apology, but that wouldn’t be enough. Only making you take your words back would suffice in this situation and there was only one way to make it happen.

He nodded slowly,”Okay.”

His hand raised to cup your face before he slid it into your hair to bury his fingers into your scalp and catch a fistful of your hair. You were caught off guard as he suddenly stood to his full height and raised you with him and brought your face in for a deep kiss.

Your moan was muffled as he tilted his head to slip his tongue between your lips and back you up towards the bed. He didn’t stop until he was laying you down entirely flat against the bed and ran a hand up your bare legs until he was met with your entrance.

“No panties?” he mumbled against your lips before catching the bottom between his teeth,”Its like you wanted this to happen.”

Your face grew hot at how easily he knew you by now. You were about to respond before he pulled away and watched your face contort with pleasure as he slipped to fingers into you.

“Such a dirty girl,” he breathed as he curled in fingers into your wetness. He bit his lip as he looked down at you, his other hand still intertwined in your hair.

Your eyes were closed and lips now parted as you drew in ragged breathes, your back arching off the bed as you felt his digits moving against your walls.

“You’ve been misbehaving, (Y/n),” he admitted,”And we already know what happens to bad girls, don’t we?”

When all you did was nod in response, he repeated himself as he added a third finger inside you,” Don’t we?”

“Yes!” you squealed out, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you completely aroused with the growing pressure in your core.

He smirked feeling his pride increase, pleased with how well he knew how to work your body. He withdrew his fingers from you and didn’t give you time to complain as he gripped your throat and lifted you up so his eyes met with yours.

“Bad girls need to be set straight,”his tongue licked over his lower lip as he brought his other hand to cup your face and brush his thumb over your swollen bottom lip.

“You need to be set straight,” his dark eyes trailed over your body, dissatisfied that you’d bothered to wear one of his shirts at all. He gripped the hem of your shirt and took it off you before he crawled onto you completely, crashing his lips against yours.

His large hands gripped your hips as he straddled you and readjusted your position so your head was to the headboard. He looked down at your body, entranced with every edge and curve edged into your skin. The skin he’d retraced many times before. 

Untying the belt of the robe, he slid it off it used it to bind your hands to the headboard. You frown, knowing it was only your punishment.

“Bad girls don’t get to touch,” he smirked and kissed down your arms, down to your chest as he gripped your breasts and wrapped his lips over one and the other squeezing a nipple between thumb and index.

Your whimpers grew and all you could do was nod, enjoying the sensations nonetheless. 

“You know what else bad girls don’t get?” he mumbled between kisses as they began to linger down your abdomen, between your legs and lick up your slit.

“What?” your voice was strained as his tongue circled your clit and he sucked on it harshly, making you arch your back in response.

He didn’t answer your question, too occupied with what was displayed before him. As he sucked on your bundle of nerves, his hands trailed back up the wet trail of kisses he’d left behind to grip both of your breasts and play with them as he felt your legs begin to tremble. 

“Bill,” you breathed nearing your edge when he pulled away. You swallowed feeling the pleasure detach itself from you and you were met with his stern gaze.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum,” he licked his lips from the rest of your juices and shot you a smirk.

“Bill please,” you pleaded desperately,”I’m sorry for what I said about Alex, baby please.”

“If you’re going to beg, it’s going to be begging me to take you,” his authority never bending.

“Bill please only you can fuck me good enough to make me scream, please I want you to fuck me so bad,” you tried to squeeze your legs together to alleviate some of the absence in your core to which he only spread your legs further apart to watch your squirm.

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that first part.”

“Only you can fuck me, Bill!” you threw your head back growing impatient and frustrated.

His face grew into one of accomplishment before he untied your hands,”You bet I am.”

He gripped your wrists and pinned them down as he pushed himself deeply into you, enjoying the cry that arose from your lips.

“Oh my god,” you breathed at the sudden fullness inside you. Your fists balled as he thrust in and out of you hard and fast. Bill could feel his own pleasure rising in him at the sound of how much you were enjoying him and nobody else.

He leaned down and caught your lips for a sloppy kiss before releasing your hands again, allowing you to wrap them around his neck and take your chance to curl your legs around his waist to bring him even closer- making his thrusts faster.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered against his lips before pulling away to kiss down his neck and bite into his skin. A low groan rumbled in his throat as he dug his fingers into your hip creases.

“Fuck (Y/n),” he gritted his teeth and ducked his head feeling himself grow harder inside you. At this point your wetness was echoing in the room and the sound of skin slapping against skin vibrated in your ears. 

Bill pushed harder against you before reaching a hand between to rub your clit and earn another cry of pleasure from you, making you tighten around his cock.

“Bill I’m gonna cum,” you warn.

“Cum for me, princess,” he breathed heavily, adding more pressure to your sensitive area.

You threw your head back as your orgasm overcame you, brimming your eyes with tears and digging your nails into his back, dragging them down to make him hiss.

“Fuck,” he growled as he felt your muscles clench on him. He whimpered and bit down on his bottom lip to control himself, only to lose his grip as his orgasm struck him.

His lips parted as his eyes rolled back and groan passed his mouth.He remained still as his wave passed before he collapsed down over you and tried catching his breath. His forehead pressed to your as your hands reached to cup his face and kiss his lips softly, even though he hardly had the strength to return it.

Once he felt his sanity coming back, he rolled off you and curled his arm around your shoulders to bring you against his chest. He was silent for a moment and you almost dreaded that he was still angry at you.

“I’m sorry for not paying attention to you more, sweetheart.”

Your head turned to look up at him and your body shifted so your bare chest was to his. You ran a hand through his still wet hair and your endearing gaze fell over his.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get your attention the proper way,” you sighed knowing there was always your favorite method. Teasing.

He chuckled,”You know if you want me to be this angry when I fuck you, you could just ask.”

“I could, but whats the fun in that?”

The both of you laughed and shared one last kiss before cuddling each other to sleep.

A/N: Yikes idk how this was, but i hope you enjoyed! I’m still currently working on Chapter 3 of Accident Happen. I’m trying to lengthen the chapter out more than I did the first two. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas!

[andieperrie18]

Baba Yaga (Bill Skarsgård x hitman reader)

I LOVE ME SOME JOHN WICK. THIS IS PURELY INSPIRED AND ADAPTED FROM JOHN WICK SO ITS REALLY CRAP

(This woman is the one that mostly inspired me.)

baba yaga

1. EXT. - SKARSGARD MANOR - NIGHT

Y/n stood a few yards with a stoic look, having a clear and full view of the massive four story home. The dark skies lit up along with were the sound of bullets flying inside the said house…

…like a storm was brewing in the air.

Y/n walked forward and calmly pulled out a gun, a Browning 1911, with click and cock, she reloads as soon as she stepped on the porch of the mansion.

2. INT. - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Stellan was forced down to a single seat recliner by masked individual, ten more men entered the room with pairs dragging three of his eldest sons and his wife, Leonora. The three males, Alex, Gustaf and Bill. All three had been beaten in almost a pulp. Leonora whimpered as she was pushed by another man down beside her sons.

The lead man still had a gun pointing to the father, Stellan's eyes glimmered in discomfort. He worries, not for his life, but for the life of his wife and children.

"You've been a real pain on Mr. Mortisen's back ever since you broke off with him. Now look at what cost it?"…

…the lead man waved his armed hand towards the corner of the room where his sons and wife sprawled together, his sons tremored with hatred and his wife a whimpering mess.

"I took the liberty to help boss and take care of you since you are no longer any use to the Vortigern Alliance." the man continued as walked toward his family.

Bill was tugged harshly from his siblings and mother and he's figure froze as the familiar click of the gun sounded behind him. He could hear his mother's whimpers growing louder at the moment, his brother's screaming curses to the masked man. His eyes shot from the carpeted floors to his father's battered form.

They had been the most formidable family in the Underground society but after his father had mysteriously broke off with the said union, threats suddenly came bashing towards him and his dear loved ones. He has done a lot of bad things but all he could do was close his eyes for a moment, praying to whatever primordial being that exist to send him an archangel to save him and his love ones.

"Are you going to beg for their life old man? Cause I'll really enjoy torturing your family infront of you. My other men are looking for your daughters and nephews which will add more fun to this moment"

A terrified look laid plastered upon the old man's face as he heard the continuous struggle of his sons until his eyes shot up to the wall clock the hung above the entrance of the living room…

…tick.tock…tick.tock…

11:55pm

the cat designed-clock read as it continued to soundlessly tick on the wall. The eyes of the cat that was usually swaying with its style as it work had stopped. And it was looking at him or rather the man that held a gun on his face.

A breath of RELIEF left his bloodied mouth.

3. INT. - FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS

Y/n eyed the masked figures coming down from the staircase, her eyes counted a total of TEN exclucing the two females, and five young males that were being dragged by the said men.

It wasn't long before they caught her figure.

Y/n walked towards the free way, to them, the first armed men lifted his gun…

…Y/n disarmed him with an elbow to the face, pulling his arm harshly as she had grab full hold of the rifle and pointing it to the two men who were both their way to them, shooting dead in the head. She locks the man in her arms within a choked hold killing the man with five seconds. There were SEVEN left.

"stay back"

One threatened as she held his hostage in the grip of his arm. Others had their own hostages left to three of their men as the four circled her.

Y/n looks at the man before creaking her neck with a crack and sprung back as one man had planned on jumping on her, she shot her hand, grabbing hold of the man's collar, swinging her armed to his face, knocking the man out cold and brought him as a defense mechanism as she moved forward to the same man that had a hostage. The two men looked at the each other before a gunshot passed inside the head of the third one, his figure slamming down to the wooden floor. The dead man's hostage curled to the side for safety. Y/n stood in her place as the men circle her. FIVE left.

The roamed around her but neither one initiated an attack, the offendee took it upon herself to attack and grab the nearest male and strongly snapped his head, with the other falling to his bum in fear with his gun sliding far away from his grasp. The annihilater turned to the poor man and calmly but quickly shot him to the head and walked away like nothing happened.

The other three left hid by the corridors near the closed door of the living room.

Y/n glided in the dark and pulled the first man that she saw and strangled him with a phone charger wire. Slowly and quietly dropping the to the ground.

The younger kids huddled together as the two youngest sobbed uncontrollably, the TWO remaining men began to question if they should enter back to the entry way…

…shk chk…

Two whistles of a gun was heard.

3. INT. - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

The loud gunshots echoed through the doors, grabbing the attentions of everyone inside the room.

"What's going on out there?" the lead man asked as he looked towards his other men, one pulled out a walkie talkie.

"Bron, what's going out there?" the man said through the walkie talkie under a deep German voice.

it was quiet for five seconds,

"Sorry boss, we had a little trouble along the way, we're bringing the remaining in." a deep voice said in German.

"Very well, bring them in, you three, get them." the lead man ordered as the said trio got out of the room. the lead man turned to the old man sitting on the recliner, his gun still pointed to his son's head.

Stellan's shoulder started shaking, whimpering.

"You're already crying old man, I haven't even started yet."

The shaking turned in a set of chuckles, which had every person in the room in confusion, even the family.

Bill eyed his father in confusion, just when he thought all hope was lost, he finds his father confidently laughing.

"What's so funny?? You mad or something?"

Stellan sat up straight, the look of terrified look on his faced vanished and a look of assurance and confidence went with it.

"I didn't leave the alliance because I had financial problems, but it was because another union has offered me alot better beneficiaries than the Vortigern."

No one had even noticed that lights had gone off outside of the living room, a man that stood by the entrance was pulled by the collar as he disappeared in the darkness without a sound of his screams.

"An offer I cannot simply turn down. They offered me double the amount that Mortinsen can give, they offered me pure confidentiality of my other businesses…

Y/n emerged from the dark and slit the throats of two of the closest men before her.

Leonora could only mutter her name in a never ending relief as she watched Y/n duck down behind a sofa before rushing towards the other two before it, plunging a pen to their heads.

"They place me under the safety of Baba Yaga" The old man trailed, his peripherals not missing the familiar black suited vigilante behind the man and his son.

Neither Alex nor Gustaf knew of this woman but they immediatly knew that this was person their father called as "Baba Yaga"

"THE BOOGEYMAN? What are we five? Stop playing with me you dumb shit--"

…SNAP…

the sound of a neck snapping off caught the attention of the lead man and Bill. The other had no time to react as his head was bashed forward to glass coffee table and was greeted with a number of numerous heavy punches.

"they gave me full safety of my family without" Stellan stood from his seat, Bill had already crawled to his mother as they watched the scene before them unfold.

"I'm sure you've heard of the pencil incident. Miss Wick here had always loved her pencils, especially colored ones."

The unknown femme fatale picked up the lead man's collar and made him face Stellan.

"With her on my side, You will do nothing, because when she comes, you can do nothing."

The femme plunged something to his stomach as he choked with this own blood, with his once hostage eyeing him down with a smirk.

"Its already 12:05. You were late. Any particular reason for that?" The old man asked her as she turn to him.

My neighbor's cat picked a fight with Tavie, it had to go. she said through the movements of her hands.

"You and your dogs, you didn't even use your gun. Why did you bring it?"

back up?

Bill eyed her in curiosity, the mute girl was a thorned rose, armed with the perfect poison towards her enemies.

[darling-i-read-it]

Halloween Fics!

2018

Happy Halloween!!

Note: Some days are missing because I wrote them for real people. I have since changed my policy and deleted all my stories for real people.

Drabbles:

Day 1: Charles Xavier

Day 2: Steve Harrington

Day 4: Draco Malfoy

Day 5: Jonathan Byers

Day 6: Sam Winchester

Day 7: Billy Hargrove 

Day 8: John Wick 

Day 10: Bill Denbrough 

Day 11: Kai Parker

Day 12: Logan Howlett

Day 13: Draco Malfoy Part 2

Day 14: Billy Hargrove Part 2

Day 16: Klaus Mikaelson

Day 17: Leonard McCoy 

Day 19: Carl Grimes

Day 20: Jason Dilaurentis

Day 21: Stephen Strange 

Day 22: Steven Crain 

Day 23: Tenth Doctor

Day 24: Thirteenth Doctor

Day 25: Sherlock Holmes

Day 29: Indiana Jones

Day 30: Darry Curtis

Halloween Full Imagines

Cats On A Fall Night: Matt Murdock 

Trick Or Treat: Billy Hargrove

Picking Out Of The Closet: Jason Dilaurentis

Taking the kids Out: Steve Harrington

Murder Mystery: Sherlock Holmes

Decoration Driving: Billy Hargrove

A Crain Halloweens: Steven Crain

[insufferableknowital-blog]

TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

PAIRING | Bill Skarsgård x reader

SUMMARY | He offers to give you a ride home, though you argue you were fine.

RATING | T

bill when he offers to give you a ride home, though you argued you were fine. you were walking back from the diner in town where you and your friends hung out usually when it was time for your departure. not being fortunate like others to have a vehicle or a ride to pick you up, you were walking along a long road when he rides up on the side of you, slowing down. His car crept beside you as he gave you a small smile.

" need a lift? "

he asks with a smirk. you shake your head no. he too had been at the diner, you noticed with a few of his friends, but never thought he'd speak to you. in a way, you thought he was mocking you for offering a ride.

" no, i'm fine. "

you answer firmly, your arms crossed over your chest. he stops the car.

" come on, i'm not letting you walk by yourself. it's getting late. "

he reasons, making you stop to turn around.

" why do you care now? you don't even know me. "

you answer. It was true, he didn't know you, or at least, you didn't think so. but you sure knew him. he was too handsome to even be thought of gracing your presence, and yet here he was.

" i know you just enough to have the decency to give you a ride unlike your friends back there. "

smirking you roll your eyes and open the passenger door. he was right. he had a big smile on his face as he put the car into drive.

" thank you."

you say, over the hum of the vehicle. he peers over at you and chuckles lightly.

" no problem. "

End.

[lostartcambar]

I can't do this anymore Roman Godfey x reader

A/N: (to the 0,01 people reading) alright so, this is my first post and this idea came to me while I watched an episode of Hemlock Grove. And it is possible for you to find some nasty grammar mistakes... If you find any, please comment.

Description: After Roman wakes up from his coma, Y/N avoids him and acts strangely. The reason behind this behaviour will mess up his life even more.

There are some decisions in life that will leave scars deep inside you, but the pain is the price you have to pay when you want to do the right thing.

That was what I kept telling myself when Shelley informed me that Roman woke up and seemed to be disappointed that I wasn`t there.

There was nothing that could hold back the single tear that rolled down my cheek as I kept ignoring his calls.

The next day at school was even harder.

At the end of the day, he lost it and dragged me to his car.

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you? You ignored my calls, my messages and you've been avoiding me the whole day”.

I could see the sorrow in his eyes. He looked at me like a lost puppy, and that made it so much harder.

I could feel the hot tears starting to form in my eyes ready to tell the world of my pain.

But suddenly, sadness was replaced with anger.

“What’s wrong with me? You're asking what’s wrong with me Godfrey? Was I the one that fell in a coma because of his foolishness? Am I the one that constantly gets himself in trouble and doesn't seem to care about how these actions affect the people that care for him?”

There was a slight weakness in his voice as he replied.

“I care about that really, please, let me prove it, let me make it up to you...”

“No”. My voice was pitchy because of the tears I tried to hold back desperately.    Not this time Roman. “What do you mean?”

“It means I can't do this anymore.”

"Grow up Roman."

"Please, for Shelly."

Roman stood there in shock. His eyes welled up with tears. It took all of my remaining strength to look away and ignore the twitching of his hand towards mine.

But what broke my heart and made it impossible to hold back the tears was the slight whisper of the words I never even dreamed of hearing from Roman.

“I love you”

[delicrieux]

requested by @weallhaveadestiny <3 prompt:  HELLO AGAIN LOVE! Hope you are well! I had an idea… how about something where bill meets reader in CANNES for his new movie with a french director. Hope you feel inspired! Much love xx

if you like my stuff and want to support me, don’t forget to treat me to a KO-FI!

MASTERLIST.

Bill didn’t expect to meet such a gem during Cannes, but alas, here he stands with a sort of awkward fascination as he idly introduces you to his director. The movie that is soon to go up on screen is the one you star in and you are more than eager to spill all the juicy and interesting details whilst all Bill can do is listen. You love to talk. You love to smile, too, and it’s infectious as he can’t help but grin. The director is soon forgotten as you engage in a heated conversation – granted, Mr Director showed no interest in chatting as he is mostly preoccupied with a fruity drink – as you lean into Bill unconsciously, though an action he most certainly notices.

“And you?” You ask, “What has been your favourite scene to film?”

“The one where I’m dressed as a clown and scream at a boy’s face.” He mumbles, sipping on his drink. He then curses at himself – surely, you will find this creepy and not want to talk to him anymore – and he thinks that he really needed to pick a better scene. But you only laugh, and he can’t help the delighted skip his heart makes when you do.

“Pennywise the Dancing Clown…Truly iconic.” You say, “Hey, can you do that smile? That smile where—“ before you can finish another laugh bubbles in your chest and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to keep the giggles in. You really wish you hadn’t asked for him to grin so eerily.

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After ‘IT’s major success no one was really surprised when Bill was swarmed by the media, fame and so many acting roles he didn’t really know what to do with all of them. It was a bit overwhelming, to tell the truth, and it hurt you seeing him so stressed and cold and overworked. So you decided to do the one thing you knew that would free him, a thing you hadn’t done since you were a teenager: run away. You told your idea to him and he almost immediately dismissed it. He has a job, he said. You agreed and said you have one, too. A staring contest came after that and you couldn’t help but break into a happy grin a couple of moments into it – he, if anything, found the idea amusing at the very least.

Bill can’t exactly remember just how he sat in his car with you by his side and started driving. No idea to where, either, but it doesn’t matter because you’re with him, singing songs that play on the radio, talking about what had happened when he was busy with filming, hugging his arm whilst he drove down empty desert roads to nowhere. His hand had often found your thigh, squeezed it and he grinned when you winked at him.

“Told you this would be fun.” You say, fixing your sunglasses and lowering the music. You smile and lean your head on his shoulder, feeling uncomfortable as the seatbelt digs into your skin, but the urge to touch and be near him is just too strong, “Can we do this forever? You know, be like the Winchesters?”

“Saving people, hunting things?”

“The family business.” You finish, “I sure love me a man that knows Supernatural.”

“Wouldn’t you have to kill me, then?” He ponders as he drives, “I’m sort-of widely known as being a killer clown from another dimension.”

You kiss his cheek, “I stan the clown.”

“Please don’t even say that again.”

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“The hills are alive, with the sound of music!”

Bill looks up in awe; he had been passing by the rehearsal hall after a long day of work. The door was pried open and hushed voices echoed. Curious to what was going on, he decided to peek inside and see who was up next. He was surprised to see it was you. You had talent, raw unfiltered charm and a tendency to take up complex roles that you would feel at the very embers of your soul. But you lacked confidence and for that you only did private shows to friends. Bill included, of course. To tell the truth, he had always thought you were a bit scared of him. Possibly because he was a better known actor and you didn’t want to appear frail in front of him. Or…It was something else. He hoped it was the second option.

And your voice! So smooth, melancholic and melodious and it carries through the hall and the people in the front scribble something down onto their notepads pleased. You continue. Your voice and face carry strong emotion, your hands clench by your sides and it seems like you are giving this performance, one performance, a mere rehearsal, everything you have because without a role you would have nothing. Bill takes a seat at the very back. He will wait for you to finish. And then he will tell you just how absolutely fantastic you are.

He catches you behind closed doors since you leave through a different exit. He calls after you and startled you perk up and smile at him, about to ask what’s up but he beats you to it, “I didn’t know you have an amazing voice and personality to go along with it.” You gulp. He grins stupidly; overly proud of himself for making you blush.

“You…snuck in, didn’t you?”

Bill shrugs, “Can you blame me?”

“Yes, actually! I can!”

He laughs, “Well, then…how about you blame me tomorrow. At 8 p.m. That is, of course, if you have no other rehearsals to hide from me.”

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october lies [ bill x reader ]

summary: bill confesses his feelings and get’s rejected :(

words: 1 181

a/n: this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 4 and prompt autumn. also, this is partly a request from @weallhaveadestiny :  Hello again! I absolutely love your work :D could you write something where reader has a boyfriend and bill is her best friend. Things start to get complicated when bill finally admits he has REAL feelings for her. Hope this inspires you! Much love xx

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Summer died and autumn came in a blink of an eyelash. With a cup of warm drink you find yourself sitting in your apartment with a brand new book in your lap and a warm quilt hugging your shoulders, dotted with roses and daisies and butterflies of various colors. The light tapping of rain draws your attention from the mildly interesting read to the window: bleak skies, harsh wind and cold rain greet you. Together they blur the world into one grey indistinguishable mass. Somehow, it appears eerie to you at first glance and restless you try to find a comfortable position. When you finally do, however, the doorbell rings and you nearly spill the hot drink in surprise. You do not expect any visitors, your phone doesn’t inform of any unseen messages or missed calls and your boyfriend has the key to your flat. So, who is it?

Lazily you roll out and throw the constraints of the blanket onto the couch, approaching the door. The bell chimes again and annoyance spikes in you, “Coming! Jeez…” You finish voiceless, in one swift motion unlocking the main entrance and prying it open, “Oh.” You blink, eyes meeting familiar blue ones, “Hey, Bill.” You finish with a smile, opening the door wider for him to step in. He gives you only a faint grin back, running a cold hand through his wet hair.

Once the two of you are inside you hand him a towel, offer to fix him a drink but he simply refuses, “Feel free to make yourself one if you change your mind.” You tell him, throwing the blanket over your shoulders and jumping on the couch to the spot you sat before he had showed up. You and Bill are friends, good friends, you met when you and your boyfriend had just started dating – Bill is a part of his massive group of friends, and out of all the ‘best mates’ you bothered to remember his only name. “What’s up?” You inquire, finding your mug of warm drink and blowing on its scorching surface.

There is something about Bill. Something odd you have noticed since the first time seeing him. Your boyfriend had said he is a tad antisocial, but you doubt that is true: Bill, just like many of your boyfriend’s friends, loves a good party or a night out with the boys and he’s fairly talkative, does funny faces and cracks jokes at moments that are appropriate and not. No, it is something else. Even looking at him now, he appears strangely distant – he looks at you, but through you, as if there is some kind of interesting object behind your back when in reality it’s only a pillow. Wistful, perhaps that’s how you best would dub him. Brooding, maybe, when he thinks no one can see him.

The rain continues to pour, casting a ghostly glow on yours and his faces, “I wanted to talk to you, (Name).” He states simply, no note of seriousness or playfulness – it almost seems like he isn’t that sure how to feel or react, either – “But” His eyes sharpen, “I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

You would be lying if you said you aren’t intrigued. You lean forward, just a bit, enough to hold eye contact with him and shorten the distance between the two of you, even if there’s a coffee table separating you. You try to lighten the mood, pull a lopsided smile on your face and say, “Dude, come on, you can tell me everything.”

He appreciates your enthusiasm, but something in him refuses to even pretend to be happy. He appears cold and unreachable, almost like a marble statue with those bleak mirages from outside playing on his face. Perhaps he knows that his confession will lose you once and for all; perhaps it’s the sting of past heart-breaks that confine him to the façade of indifference, boredom even.

He looks at you and he sees a person that is treated kindly, though unfairly at times. He looks at you and sees a person that’s not the prettiest in the world, but in his eyes – most definitely. He looks at you and he sees a person that loves someone else, while he, in turn, the shadows of cold autumn rain, harbors love for you and you only.

It takes a moment for him to get his thoughts in line; though he had pondered long and hard what he will say should he chose to say it, it all came out as a jumbled mess of words and misunderstood feelings. In his mind he either spoke too quick or too slow, said little or too much, danced around the subject or was harshly straightforward. He chose to walk to your apartment complex despite the rain, despite the cold weather. He figured that perhaps a splash of water will clear his head, magically offer some sort of a solution. He could not stay quiet any longer. It was impossible to see you with someone else and not even having the courage to say how he feels.

“I like you.” He finally says. The world freezes for a moment; reality melts away from a few vowels and constants, the only thing left is the ever darkening sky, his words and the tickle in your palm. You fail to understand, you try to reboot your brain a couple of times but each is futile. I like you. How? As a person? As a friend? No. the realization slowly dawns to you once you meet the look in his eyes: the cold blue irises portray certain vulnerability. His face doesn’t show anything. “I like you, (Name).” Your name hits a cord in him, as if it is almost painful to say.

Like a dear caught in headlights you shy away, press your back to the pillow and gulp; the lump in your throat forbids you to take a deep breath, “I-I…” You glance down, “I don’t understand…”

“You’re different.” Bill’s voice loses the robotic touch, seeps with genuine emotion. “So different from the rest. He doesn’t know how lucky he is…” He trails off with a faint smile, “I don’t expect anything, if you are to wonder. I just…needed to tell you.”

“Get out.” You whisper with an inhale.

“What?”

“Get. Out.” You repeat through gritted teeth, shutting your eyes tightly as if that would help delete him entirely, “You can’t just…Can’t just walk in and-and…” There is turmoil inside you, an unruly storm of feelings and confusion and you let it get to your head.

“I understand.” Comes his hollow reply. He doesn’t say goodbye. Simply leaves you to your misery and silence, doesn’t try to change your mind because he knows that he can’t. He thinks you love your boyfriend, not him, never him.

That night, when your boyfriend does finally return to you, you have long calmed and said nothing of his friend’s visit. Said nothing about the confession or how it made you feel. But couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, either.

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