#this took me a year because i rewrote the second to last paragraph 14 times

[pinkfox567]

“What’s it like to be you, Jester?”

Oh what a question.

“Do you enjoy your life, what you are and what you do?”

There’s no easy answer.

“Jester, are you happy?”

Happy?

I spin my baton around and around until my fingers feel numb. I twirl the colorful stick until it feels like a task I can never stop. The repetition is blinding and soothing against the harsh thoughts of my mind.

My head tilts lazily towards the girl sitting on a plush bench only a few feet away. My eyelids are drooping and the hat on my head threatens to slip off onto the ground.

I sigh and close my eyes to shield them from the icy coolness of the air in this room. Or maybe I’m avoiding this girl’s gaze. My baton keeps spinning and I’m lost in the action of it. When I hear the girl pick up another cookie from the tray on the table, I blink my two-toned eyes back open to give her the satisfaction of my attention.

I can’t focus on talking while spinning this baton, so I catch it and lazily toss it into the holder in the corner of the room. It spins as it flies and my eyes follow its fleeting trail until it lands in its destination, next to other batons that look identical in shape but wildly different in color.

“Well, princess, is that something you should ask a lowlife like me? I am but your humble court jester.”

“Jester, please, I’m curious.”

The girl breaks the cookie she had grabbed in half and tosses me the piece she deems as smaller. I catch it above my head without a second thought and take a small bite. The baked sweet melts in my mouth and the prickle of something acidic stings my tongue. She takes a bite of hers as well and licks her lips with a small smile.

“Why don’t you call me my name, princess?”

“Why don’t you call me mine?”

I laugh, a sound closer to a giggle, and my eyes blink shut with the action. I swing my legs up and set them on the table crisscrossed, not making a single sound in the process. I feel weightless, like a ghost. I recline backwards in my seat to achieve a little bit of a higher level of comfort.

“Well, simple; it’s so much more fun to call you princess.”

She blinks at me with a hint of surprise and smiles. The girl laughs, her mouth curling up and showing her teeth in the prettiest way. A way that a princess would never do in front of her subjects.

“Well, Jester, I don’t know your name. You’ve never told me.”

“Have I not?”

My hat finally slides off the top of my head and hits the couch with a muted thump. It’s hard to even notice that it happened. It distracts me for a moment and I can barely recall what we had been talking about just seconds before. Has it been seconds? Maybe it's been minutes. Maybe hours.

“Tell me your name Jester, I bet it’s beautiful.”

I smile, wide, to the point my gums start to burn with the tug of my lips. Maybe my face is ripping itself apart, tearing a line from my dimples to my ears. A breathy laugh slips out of my lungs that stains the air with chocolate and butter.

“Oh, princess, nothing about me is beautiful.”

[avenger-hawk]

Tagged by @altraes (thank you, it was fun to do this~)

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

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(I wrote the first paragraphs because my first lines alone don’t make much sense lol)

1- ACQUIESCENCE (Minato/Itachi) my first fic ever. darkish but just a little, angsty. I’m proud of it cause another author wrote a sequel to it.

 to ac·qui·esce: to accept, agree, or allow something to happen by staying silent or by not arguing. A flurry of leaves, swept away by the autumn wind, caught the Hokage's attention while he took off his large hat. That time of the year should have been warmer.

2- THE WILL OF FIRE (Shiita, Danzo/Shisui, Danzo/Itachi) This was dark and shiita fans didn’t like it lol.

 Just like his owner, Danzo's studio was dark and dusty. The man didn't look as old as Hiruzen, but he was twice as scary; thus would think a boy of Itachi's age. Not him. He was not allowed to be afraid.

3- WHAT HE WANTED (Itasasu) Even tho I rewrote it cause I didn’t like how I initially characterized them and their dynamics this is my most popular fic. Maybe because it’s a post-ending, canon divergent, fix-it kind of story. Maybe because it’s Itasasu and I put so much love into writing their dynamics and, also, in giving Sasuke a good ending since canon didn’t do him justice.

Sasuke is where everybody wants him to be: in Konoha. With the battle and the arm he also lost the urge to fight. He's had enough of traveling. He's tired of chasing and being chased. So tired that even if he meant every word about starting a revolution, being the Hokage and build a new era, he had wondered, though only for a moment, if he would be able to really accomplish such tasks all by himself.

4- IN POWER WE ENTRUST THE LOVE ADVOCATED (Itasasu) THis is my second most popular fic. This one too was written after the ending and tried to give Sasuke justice. I planned to write a sequel but I got busy with other projects and lost interest in it.

The gates open, letting the shinobi in after a successfully completed mission. Being on duty the following day Sasuke declines his team mates' proposal to have dinner together, the reddish sunset light forcing him to squint as he walks towards the Hokage's office.

5- PRESSURE (Itasasu) Taken from In Power that can be read as a standalone oneshot.

Itachi wakes up to the sound of pouring water.

6- IN DREAMS (Itasasu, Izuna/Sasuke, DARKFIC). This is one of the darkest things I wrote. The Izuna/Sasuke crackpair was for @admiral-izusasu. The plot, the dynamics, everything has a double, or triple reading, plot related and metaphorical for other, real-life issues such as knowing people online, and emotional abuse from narcissistic people. I wrote it when I was fighting against one of these psychos, on tumblr itself, so this fic has a personal meaning for me. But also the plot and the canon divergent ending thing is cool, I think it’s one of my best fics, even though I coulnd’t care less about izuna.

They say that nature will always find a way. After the end of the war flowers keep blooming like nothing happened even if the light is fainter, filtered from the tall branches of the Shinju tree, now grown into a forest spread all over the world.

7- SOMBER CREATION PALE DESTRUCTION (Madara/Sasuke dom/sub-ish). Darkish? Who knows, I write darkfish stuff all the time. I was (and am) very proud of this fic, the canon divergent turn it took (who am I kidding, it’s really cool lol) and the weird relationship/dynamics these 2 created. So I didn’t update it anymore, because doing so would break their thin balance. Ssssh, don’t tell me it doesn’t make sense, I don’t believe you xD

History teaches that Madara Uchiha died at the hands of Hashirama Senju. Their statues were erected in the Valley Of The End where their battle was fought, where the shinobi god ended his best friend's life in order to protect the village they founded together. No one knows that Madara didn't die there.

8- IN THE DARK (kakashi/Sasuke, mob/Sasuke noncon). This is a very dark oneshot that I’m proud of, cause it ‘explains’ canon Sasuke personality in Shinden and later, and that I use as prequel for many fics, like WHW but also OFAF and Broken Things (see later for both).

Things never went as Sasuke wanted. After the war it's no different, although everything seems fine at first, Team 7 finally at peace with each other, the war ended and the village that Itachi protected, even as a dead man, safe. Nevertheless he is arrested when he's still in the hospital.

9- VICTIMS OF PEACE (Shisui/Sasuke dom/sub-ish) I am so proud of this fic, of its non massacre universe, of the dark-ish slow burn relationship between Shisui and Sasuke I wrote, tentatively at first cause no one did it or thought much about it, and because that non massacre filler was bad, but still it was inspiration. I know shiita fans hated me even more for this cause shisui is only paired with itachi, and also itachi/itasasu fans were disappointed but still. This is maybe the fic I’m most proud of.

If a traveler arrived from a random village in the Fire Country he would certainly notice how different Konoha was. He would not be able to pinpoint exactly why at first, because the buildings, houses and shops are similar, just like their gardens, fields and animals. Only after some thought he would understand that the difference is in their people: other villagers are relaxed and casual, even loud. Children run around the streets, chasing each other, playing tag or hide-and-seek. Their fathers bring them presents and their mothers buy them new clothes.

10- OF FEATHERS AND FANGS (DARK Narusasu) I received a lot of hate for this one, which makes me proud of it even more. so many naruto stans were butthurt by my characterization of him as a possessive not sunshine selfless boy and their dynamics as crazy.

Jiraiya used to complain that the first sign of getting old was waking up at night for no reason and not being able to fall back asleep. For Naruto, this only happened after the war.

11- BLACK ROSES (Itasasu, dom/sub-ish) Smutty Bloody Darky Hokage Itachi/Anbu Sasuke oneshot

Because of his farsighted politics, his loyalty towards his allies as well as his iron fist against his enemies, Itachi quickly became one of the most respected leaders in the shinobi world, and because of his unequaled diplomatic skills, along with his vast culture, impeccable manners and refined appearance, he became popular among nobles, including the Daimyo, whose official visits increased since the Uchiha rose to power.

12- NELL’IPOTESI GRANDE (=IN THE BIG HYPOTHESIS) (MetaMoro, not Naruto) I’m very proud of this one cause it’s a psycho-pass inspired longfic set in a retrofuturistic Italy with a totalitarian consumeristic regime. But that fandom is so shitty and they all hate me cause I called them homophobic fascists so no one cares. The excerpt is translated too.

He’s reminded of Pirandello’s* words as he’s riding the automatic taxi across the city, exiting the center towards EUR. COmpared to Milan with its skyscrapers, multilevel streets, automatic cars and incessant novelties, the capital is basically the same as it was portrayed in old illustrations: renaissance and 20th century buildings, seagulls, pines among the Roman ruins, sycamore trees on the Lungotevere, that was probably already busy with traffic when people travelled on horse carriages. (*an Italian writer)

13- DA UOMO A UOMO, MANO NELLA MANO (from man to man, hand in hand) (Metamoro) lol I was hated a lot for this one too. tbh the hate I received in the Naruto fandom is nothing compared to this other shitty fandom

For an artist like Fabrizio, mainly focused on expressing what he has inside, public relations are the hardest part of his job, especially when it’s about events where, instead of fans, of whom he perceives the sincere affection, other artists and professionals are invited. His experience taught him that most of them are hypocrites ready to jump on the winner’s bandwagon as quickly as to throw mud at the loser.

14- STRENGTH THROUGH WOUNDING (wip) (Obito/Sasuke, Obito/Itachi, dark.-ish) 

There is something nostalgic in the eerie way the boy's screams resonate through the dark cavern-like hideout, their pain bouncing from one curved wall to another, their anguish filling their crevices. It’s like hearing his past self from an external perspective, like Madara did. Which is fitting, for Obito is Madara now.

15- WORDS UNSAID (wip) (Kakashi/Sasuke) 

A black flame that cannot be extinguished: they had been warned about Amaterasu by Jiraiya, but seeing it was impressive nevertheless. The whole area was surrounded by black flames and the rain pouring hard could nothing against it. They found Sasuke there, surrounded, imprisoned by black flames that were extinguishing themselves, so they found a breach.

16- BLEEDING ME (Metamoro vampire/priest darkfic) No one can understand this in the Naruto fandom but it’s an AU interpretation of the Da UOMO A UOMO character dynamics where one is an emotional vampire-like person. I’m very proud of this fic tbh.

According to folk stories the forest was so big and full of dangers that God himself put a church where it ended, so that its priest would protect the people living nearby. It was a small, white building that didn’t match the typical stones and wood brownish ones of that region, with no stained glass windows or fancy columns, spires or gargoyles, only crosses with skulls and bones, and an engraving in an unknown language.

17- WILD CHILD (Metamoro cop/drug dealer AU). At this point I hate that fandom so much but I like my ideas and I write only for my girl whom I met in that very shitty fandom.

Everything seems bigger in children’s eyes. Like the playground in the courtyard of the church, with its slides and swings that for Ermal’s siblings were the setting of countless imaginary adventures which they told him in detail, enthusiastically interrupting each other, when he picked them up after school.

18- TRUE COLORS (Itasasu, dark, dom/sub) By now I’m only interested in writing dark IS and I enjoyed writing this one lol

"I knew you had it in you. You're a sadistic control freak. Even more than me." Orochimaru's voice resounded in Itachi's ears. Again.

19- OF FEATHERS AND FANGS 2: TO REPAIR WITH GOLD (Dark Narusasu). Cause I didn’t piss off NS fans enough I guess? lol this is ongoing and I like this idea so much

It's a rainy day in Konoha but no one seems to notice. Everyone is focused on the Hokage delivering his eulogy.

20- BROKEN THINGS (Shisui/Sasuke) My latest creation, I’m so proud of it cause it’s Shisasu again, my rarepair! and it was supposed to be a oneshot but it got longer because they have such a cool dynamic that things just happen and get longer.

In the Land of Water summers were hot and damp, autumn and spring were damp for the frequent rains and winter was no less, with its cold temperature and ubiquitous dampness. It wasn't a problem for Sasuke though.

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Tagging: @renamon15 and all the other authors I can’t remember right now and who want to do this, tag me back so I can read your first lines lol

[ohpedromypedros-main]

Perfect Role

A/N: This was requested by @kittyk4892! I hope you enjoy it! <3

Author: @bill-skarsgard-writings

Word Count: 3,519

Characters: Bill x Reader, Stellan Skarsgård, few minor characters

Pairings: Bill x Reader

Warnings: mentions of insecurities, swearing, fluff

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Summary: The reader and Bill have been best friends for over a decade and in her mind they’ll never be anything more, but when Bill lands his role as Pennywise in the new ‘IT’ adaptation, he decides he wants her to be his date for the premiere as well as something a little more than just friends.

(You will see why I used this gif instead of one where he looks sexy, okay? 😂)

Bill Skarsgård, a man you called your best friend since the two of you were teenagers, but thought you'd never call your boyfriend. You had a crush on Bill the moment you met him, but eventually realized that your crush would be just that. A crush. You believed that it would never become anything more. To you, he was too good for you. Your insecurities always got the best of you. Eating away at the back of your mind every time you were in his presence. You're not good enough for him. He's too attractive for you. As if he'd ever love you. Those were but a few of the thoughts that would fill your mind when you'd spend time with him.

You met Bill when you were 14. He was attending one of his father's movie premieres in LA and your mother, who was there to support Stellan, happened to bring you along that day. Your mom had met Stellan several years before on the set of a film they co-starred in. When she found out that he had a son your age, she suggested they'd have to get together some time to introduce you to each other. But unfortunately, the acting life got in the way of those plans and the introduction never happened. Not until the day of Stellan's movie premiere, 4 years later.

”Y/N, this is Mr. Skarsgård and his son Bill. We'll be attending the film tonight with them.”

”Hi,” you nodded, giving them a shy smile.

”Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Your mother has talked a lot about you,” Stellan smiled in return.

”Really? Good things, I hope.”

”Nothing but good things,” he let out a soft chuckle before motioning to Bill. ”Bill is your age. I thought maybe you two could chat, get to know each other. Bill needs more friends.”

”I've got plenty of friends, dad. Quit your worrying.”

You giggled quietly, earning a smile from Bill.

”Anyway, don't listen to him. I've got tons of friends. They're all dudes, but they're still friends.”

”I know what you mean. All my friends are female. I've never actually met a guy I can actually click with, ya know?” You smiled.

”Yeah pretty much same here. Every girl I've ever met are either snobby or straight up bitchy.”

”Language,” Stellan warned.

Bill cleared his throat, avoiding his father's eyes. ”Sorry,” he mumbled.

You giggled again, your heart skipping a beat in your chest as he gave you another smile. That was it. The moment that would change your life forever.

You sat in your apartment located in downtown LA, typing away at your computer. You moved to LA a year after graduating high school to attend college, but ended up dropping out to pursue a career in writing. You wrote all sorts of things. Poetry, short stories, but currently you were working on your second novel. Your first novel was a slight success. You sold over 1,000 copies within half a year, which to you was pretty good because most beginners never do that well. Bill was one of your biggest supporters and of course one of your biggest fans. He tried comparing you to Stephen King, but you only laughed and told him that was an over-exaggeration. You knew you'd never be as amazing a writer as Stephen King, but the sole fact that Bill thought you were that good was what made you happy with your work.

Halfway through typing a paragraph you had deleted and rewrote multiples times, your cell phone began to ring. You grabbed it from the drawer of your desk and smiled wide when you saw that Bill was calling.

“Hey, Bill! What's up?”

“Y/N, you will never guess what role I just landed!”

“Uhmm... Is it a porno role?”

“Jesus no,” he laughed, knowing you were joking with him. “A lot better than porn.”

“Well shit, what could be better than that?”

“Let me give you a hint. Stephen King.”

You sat straight up in your chair, eyes widening at the mention of your favorite writer. There was only one Stephen King film you could think of at this very moment, one that had been rumored for months to be remade, but this time, it would be a movie and not a mini series for TV.

“Tell me you were cast in the fucking ‘IT’ movie.”

“Oh I was, but can you guess who I was cast for?”

You sat for a moment thinking of all the possibilities. He couldn't have been cast for any of the Loser's Club kids since he was too old for that. He could have been cast as one of them as an adult, though. But he didn't fit the description to play any of them. It couldn't be them. As you were running through all the possibilities in your head, it slowly, but finally hit you.

“Pennywise?!”

“Yep! Y/N, I'm playing fucking Pennywise in the new ‘IT’ movie.”

“Holy shit!” You screamed, jumping from your chair. “Bill, that is fucking amazing! Do you have any idea how proud I am of you right now?!”

“Oh I figured you would be. By the way,” he paused, silence filling the other end of the phone. You were about to speak when the ring of your door buzzer cut you off. You jumped slightly, walking out of your office to hit the speak button on the speaker system by your front door.

“Yeah?”

“Let me in, ya whack job.”

Bill laughed on the other end and you could only let out a squeal before hitting the door button to allow him entrance to the building. You swung your door open, patiently waiting for him in the doorway so you could greet him with a giant hug. It had been a few months since you last saw Bill and you missed him terribly. Of course the two of you would call and text each other daily, but it was his presence and that gorgeous face of his that you missed the most.

Bill turned the corner of your hallway and gave you the cheesiest grin on Earth. You laughed to yourself and as he finally reached you, threw your arms around him for a long overdue hug.

“Oh I've missed you so much!” You sighed, nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

“I've missed you too, Butthead.”

You giggled at his nickname for you before pulling back from the hug and motioning inside.

“Come in.”

“Thank you.”

You followed him in and closed the door behind you, a smile beaming on your face.

“I brought some celebratory champagne with me, since ya know, I just landed one of the greatest roles of my career.”

“I hope it's the good shit,” you laughed.

“Oh it is the good shit.”

He turned to you with a smile, pulling a bottle from a brown paper bag and holding up your favorite brand of champagne.

“You're literally the best.”

“I try,” he grinned.

“Let me go grab some glasses. You go take a seat in the living room and I'll be right there.”

“Sounds good to me.”

You bit your lip with a smile, heading into the kitchen to grab two glasses from the cabinet and bringing them out to the living room where Bill was already on the couch opening the bottle. You sat down next to him, handing him a glass, and holding out your own so he could pour you some champagne. After he filled his own glass, he raised it with a smile.

“To new beginnings.”

You grinned widely, holding up your glass and meeting Bill's gaze.

“To new beginnings.”

You clanked your glasses together and took a nice long sip, the clear golden liquid fizzing as it went down your throat. You cringed slightly, shaking the feeling away.

“Jeez, as much as I love this shit, I still can't get used to the feeling of the fizz as it goes down.”

“Yeah that's the only bad part about champagne, otherwise it's pretty damn good.”

You nodded your head, bringing your glass to your lips for another sip before giving Bill a smile.

“So, give me the deets. When does filming start?”

“Soon, actually. It's being filmed in Canada too.”

“Awesome! Do you have any idea what your Pennywise look is going to be yet?”

“Not yet. I think I'm finding out soon, though. They're probably still drawing the design up.”

“I hope it's creepy looking. Can you even be creepy looking?” You laughed.

He gave you this look, a look you hadn't seen him do in several years. His bottom lip came out into a point as his upper lip slightly tucked in, revealing his top teeth. His eyes stayed focused on yours and you bit back a laugh as he did his famous eye thing.

“This is why you're my best friend.”

He laughed softly, creeper status quickly changing to amusement.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So, will this be the last time I get to see you before filming starts?” You frowned, setting your glass down on the coffee table in front of you. Bill set his down as well, giving his head a stern shake.

“No. I was actually thinking of having you be on set with me while I film my scenes. I mean, that's if you want to. I figured it would help you out with your writing. Give you some inspiration and stuff.”

A wide grin spread across your face and you threw your arms around Bill's neck for a tight embrace.

“Really?! That sounds amazing! Would it be okay with the director and stuff, though?”

“I've already talked to him. He said it would be nice to have you.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Mm yep! You can fly out to Canada with me. I'll give you details and everything when the time comes.”

“Sounds great!”

“I suggest you start packing now, though. You're gonna be away from home for quite a while.”

“I'm totally okay with that. I'll be with you.”

He chuckled softly, leaning over to press a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you, Butthead.”

“Love you too,” you grinned.

Filming for ‘IT’ went spectacular. From what you were able to see, Bill did an amazing job playing Pennywise and the wardrobe they chose was certainly fitting for Bill's portrayal of him. After they wrapped up with the filming, you and Bill headed back to LA together. You could tell he was super stoked for the premiere of the movie and of course, you were too. You loved the original with Tim Curry, but you always wanted a darker film. One that was as dark, if not more dark than the book. You were a huge horror buff, as everyone could tell by your novel and several of your short stories, and you strived to be as good as Stephen King. You knew it wouldn't happen. In your mind, no one could ever be as good as the King himself, but one could only hope.

The premiere for ‘IT’ was nearing and Bill had been planning to ask you to be his date for the showing. He had a lot planned, actually. You were just completely oblivious to it all. Currently you were out helping him find something to wear to the premiere. You knew Bill had a unique and interesting fashion style, so you tried to find things more down his alley when you helped him look.

“I think you should look for something to wear as well since we're already out.”

You tilted your head confused, having no idea why he was telling you to look for something to wear. You weren't going to the premiere, or so you thought.

“Why would I need something to wear?” You asked, grabbing a vest and holding it up to show him, receiving a cringe in return.

“Because I want you to be my date to the premiere,” he replied, picking up a vest and observing it before putting it back in its spot.

You snapped your gaze up from the rack of vests, your heart suddenly pounding against your chest. If he weren't all the way on the other side of the rack, you were sure he'd hear the pounding himself.

“W-what? Me? Why? I'm sure there are prettier girls out there that you could bring. I'm surely nothing special.”

He lowered another vest he was looking at, a frown forming on his face at your comment. He sighed softly, setting the vest back where it sat before he grabbed it and walked around to stand in front of you, his hands reaching to cup your cheeks. You glanced up at him, a blush already beginning to burn across your face.

“Because I love you and want you to be there with me. You've been my biggest support throughout this whole thing, I don't want anyone else to experience this with me.”

You opened and closed your mouth several times before finally getting your words out, but they only came out above a whisper.

“Y-you love me?”

Bill had never said the entire “I love you” to you before. It was always “love you” or “love ya” in the way an opposite sex best friend would say. Bill looked down at you, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as he gave you a smile.

“I've loved you from the moment I met you, Y/N. I've just always been afraid that I wasn't good enough for you.”

“That's funny, because that's exactly how it is for me.”

He quirked his head sideways, one eyebrow quirked as if to say “Really?”

“Bill, have you ever taken a good look at yourself? Inside and out? Everything about you is beyond perfect, but when I look at myself I see quite the opposite. I see someone that would never have a chance with Bill Skarsgård.”

“You're perfect to me. In every way possible. You're beautiful, funny, courageous, talented, spunky, outgoing. I could go on, trust me I could.”

“But--”

“Shh,” he hushed you with a press of his thumb against your lips, moving it to gently trace your bottom lip. “Don't say another negative thing about yourself, please. I love you, Y/N. Just the way you are.”

“I... I love you too, Bill.”

You looked up at him, eyes glistening with tears that began to form from the sudden burst of happiness flowing through you. Bill wiped away a tear that fell, a soft smile forming on his lips. He knew they were tears of happiness, not sad tears. A sudden wave of confidence washed over him and he leaned down to press his lips to yours, moving them in such a passionate, loving way that it took your breath away. You stepped closer to him, reaching one of your hands up to rest against his cheek, your lips moving in sync with his. After several seconds you both had to break the kiss to catch your breath, leaning your foreheads against one another.

“Y/N...” Bill whispered, eyes locking on yours.

“Yes?”

“I've... I've been wanting to ask you this for many, many years.”

You bit your lip, already having an idea of what he was about to ask you.

“Will you be my girl? My partner in crime? The woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with?”

You nodded your head rapidly, a happy sob escaping your lips.

“Yes, Bill, I will!”

He sighed in relief, pulling you in for another kiss.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw.

“I love you too,” you blushed. “So shall we continue searching for something to wear for the premiere of your biggest movie yet?”

“That would probably be a good idea,” he chuckled.

You smiled, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before moving to sift through the rest of the vests on the rack. Eventually, you came across an orange-poppy and blue colored zigzag printed vest and held it up, a questioning look in your eyes. He gave you a wide grin, nodding his head.

“Yes. That's it, that's the one. I already even have a shirt to wear with it.”

“Perfect! I'm glad you like my choice,” you giggled.

“Mmhm. Now it's time to find a dress for you to wear. Nothing too fancy, but something that will blow everyone away by your beauty.”

“And that sorta matches what you're wearing?”

“Maybe color wise,” he chuckled.

You smiled, walking back over to him to hand him the vest.

“Shall I check out the dress section while you buy your vest?”

“Yeah, see if you can find anything that'll go with the colors. If there's nothing here, there are plenty of other shops we can check out.”

“Sounds good to me,” you grinned.

You headed for the dress section, looking through all the dresses in your size, but nothing really caught your attention. You let out a defeated huff, walking over to where Bill was just finishing up at the register.

“No luck?”

You shook your head with a sigh.

“That's alright. We have plenty of other places to check.”

“Okay,” you smiled.

The two of you left the shop and headed for another one. It took you several shops before you finally found the perfect dress. You brought it over to Bill, a wide grin on your face.

“How's this? I think it matches perfectly with the orange color in your vest. At least I think it's orange...” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I'd say it's some sort of a poppy-like orange, yeah,” he chuckled. “But yes I think it'll work. It'll give a little more emphasis to my outfit when you're next to me.”

“Perfect!” You squealed, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “I'll go buy this now.”

“Okay babe,” he chuckled, pecking your lips.

You walked over to the front register, handing the dress to the cashier behind the counter.

“Beautiful dress,” she smiled. “What's the special occasion?”

“A movie premiere,” you grinned. “My boyfriend's new movie is hitting theaters next month, but I get to go with him for the premiere of it.”

Just the thought of Bill finally being your boyfriend made you sigh happily. This was a day you always dreamed of, but never thought would actually come true.

“That sounds wonderful. I'm sure you'll have a great time.”

“Yeah! I'm excited for him,” you smiled, handing her your credit card so she could run it through.

Bill walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You smiled up at him, resting your head against his chest. The cashier handed you your card back and stared up at Bill.

“Well, you failed to mention that your boyfriend is Bill Skarsgård.”

“Oh,” you giggled softly. “Sorry.”

“That's okay. I'm sorry, I'm just a big fan. You were amazing in Hemlock Grove.”

“Thank you! That means a lot,” he grinned. “Here.”

He grabbed a blank piece of paper that sat on the counter and signed it with a pen from his back pocket. The cashier's eyes brightened up and a huge smile crossed her face.

“Wow! Thank you so much!”

“No problem at all. Keep that in a safe place,” he winked.

She nodded happily, handing you your dress which she placed in a bag, as well as your receipt.

“Thank you!” You beamed, taking Bill's hand in yours and walking with him out of the store. You made your way back to his car and placed both your bags in the trunk. You couldn't wait to wear the dress to the premiere. You knew already that you were going to look amazing in it, but all you cared about was how Bill looked at you while you wore it. “I can't wait for the premiere. It's going to be a great night, I just know it.”

“It's going to be a great night because you're going to be there to experience it with me,” he added.

You blushed, reaching to grab his hand once more.

“I love you, Bill.”

“I love you too, Y/N. More than you could ever imagine.”

He brought your hand up to his lips, lightly brushing them against your knuckles. A content sigh escaped your own lips and all you wanted was for this moment to last forever, which in your mind, it would.

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