Bill Skarsgård Imagines

Under the moonlight (Bill Skarsgard)

You took a deep breath in as you took a look at the lake, smiling softly at how beautiful the moon looked shining over the calm water. You reminded yourself to thank your friend once more for suggesting you take a break from work and stay for some time in her cottage, which you still didn't know why she didn't visit that often. Sure, the house was a little secluded, not close to the town and rather closer to the woods but there were still a few houses nearby that people lived in and this gorgeous lake in addition. What more could anyone need to relax?

You took a deep breath in, all the plants around you filtering the oxygen better than anything and making you feel fresh all over again with just a deep breath. You smiled, setting your towel aside on a rock and slowly taking off your shoes and socks, you took hold of your jeans later and took them off as well. Soon followed your jacket and shirt. It was a little cold but you knew the water would be warm enough to make up for all of it.

You were only in your underwear, maybe not the most attractive ones you had or classy. Something to make you feel comfortable anyway. You had not bothered to bring a swimsuit because your friend had not informed you about the lake, but not really caring when you were all alone in the middle of the night and nobody could-

Water splashing and movement caught your attention, and you knew it wasn't from you because your feet were barely under the water. Your head snapped in that direction and your heart leapt to your throat when you spotted a man standing a few feet away from you, shirtless the very least. You didn't want to try and look below the waist.

"I'm- I'm sorry!" he said immediately once noticing how stiff you were "I- I didn't mean to scare you." he raised his hands, shaking his head.

"Who- who are you?" you frowned, subconsciously taking a step back and he noticed.

"No, it's ok. I'm- I'm not some serial killer or criminal or anything. But I guess... that's just what a serial killer would say." he breathed out with a small chuckled, pushing back his wet hair.

You smiled slightly, your shoulder relaxing just slightly "No. It's- It's fine." you tried to swallow the lump in your throat still nervous "I- I thought I was the only one here, I came for a night swim." you ended up mumbling as you tried not to stare at him. You couldn't see his face clearly, only part of his body yet because it was illuminated – perfectly so, especially to drive you crazy if you looked any longer – from the moon.

"Yeah" he laughed softly, probably feeling awkward and nervous as well "That's what I thought too, I- I usually come here often when I want to relax. It's a nice place."

"Ye-yeah, very." you breathed out, looking away and wrapping your arms around your waist almost trying to hide yourself slightly because of your self-consciousness.

"But yet you won't come into the water?" he asked softly and you could see what could only be the outline of a smirk on his face. A very familiar smirk.

"I uh- I'm- I just need some time that's all." you said with a tight smile.

"I'm- I'm not naked or something I swear!" he was fast to say, laughing soon afterwards and that's when the shivers really ran down your spine, because if the smirk was familiar then so was the voice and even more laugh, the more he talked to you. But you tried really hard to brush the thought away because, well, it had to be your fan side, right?

"You could check if you want." he suggested so innocently you almost caught yourself taking a step closer to him. And just as you moved your view got more clear and the way the moon now shone over him seemed to show more. Truth was you could already see that just above the water the waist of most probably boxers.

His muscles and abs weren't extremely difined but they certainly were there in just the way you liked in a man. It showed he was firm and had a well-shaped body and you couldn't help but star for a second as the droplets ran down his chest to his abdomen before meeting the waistband of his boxers. So even running down his arms and trailing his long finger in a way that had you shivering. And it wasn't just the temperature. You tore your eyes from him, blinking and looking down with red cheeks that he hopefully wouldn't see.