Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

I dont hate you

University was great, you loved being in a photography class and being able to take pictures, Except for one person you had to take pictures of today in particular, Bill skarsgård.

Every since you arrived at the school he proved to be the epitome of cockiness and stubbornness, his personality was so full of arrogance it made you gag.

But you both got assigned to be partners, and you had to take pictures of him, black and white photos to be more specific, and you were also permitted to style him.

The entire class got set up in different rooms with their partners, professional lights set up all around and the props of their choice. You simply chose a white background with a black table in the middle.

"Well this Is fucking boring." Bill muttered from behind you, his long arms crossed over his chest. You glared up at him, his green eyes set low and giving you the same glare.

"Just shut up and put that shirt on ok?" You spat, motioning to the graphic t shirt you set up. He smirked, slipping his current shirt off, revealing his rather tanned and toned body. You turned your head while he put the other shirt on, trying not to show the red tint in your cheeks.

"Oh c'mon, you should've enjoyed the show." He said with a cocky smile, walking to the front of the room. You rolled your eyes. "Sit, I need to do your hair." You said, setting your camera down and grabbing a comb as well as some hairspray.

He scoffed, sitting down and reluctantly letting you prod at his locks. You maneuvered yourself in front of him, taking the comb and teasing the crown of his head. "You could sit on my lap if it makes it easier." He said, a smirt adorned on his pink lips.

You let out an annoyed laugh. "You wish skarsgård, I'm fine where I am." You said to him, moving to the back and teasing his hair some more, giving it a spritz of hairspray before moving back to the front.
You crouched in front of him, in between his knees as you studied his face, trying to find the right way to move the hair.

You moved your hand up, gently taking a piece of hair and pulling it out to frame his sharp cheekbones. His eyes were on you the entire time, his expression softening at your touch. You almost wouldn't have noticed. "Perfect." You said, a smile creeping on your lips as you stood back up, proud of your work on his hair.

He let out a cough, standing up quickly and walking over the the chair behind the table without a word. You set the lights up, moving them so they would capture the shadows of his face nicely.

"Ok, I need you to lean down a bit and place your right arm behind your shoulder, almost in your shirt, and your left arm just under it, crossed over like this." You said, showing him the position you needed him in. "You got it captain." He said in a snarky tone, doing as you asked.

You smiled, seeing your vision come to life. You grabbed your camera, putting it to the setting you needed and adjusting the lens. "Ok, I need you to look at me, I want your eyes to be diverted up though, so it looks like you're looking up at me instead of straight at me." You instructed.

You were surprised to hear no sarcastic comment come from him, he simply followed your instructions and did as you asked. You came closer, crouching down and bit and put the camera up to your face.

You took a couple shots, but this specific moment was capturing his sharp and deep cheekbones as well as his incredibly big eyes, and defined lips. His arms were toned and the entire shot was just perfect, so you snapped it.

You smiled, standing up straight and looking at him for a few moments. To be quite honest, he was fucking gorgeous, you always thought so and he would easily make it in the modeling industry.