Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Younger

"Sorry, I just don't get it." You say to him as you fix a glass of juice for yourself. His tall figure sits on a bar stool, long fingers threaded through his hair and his elbow on the counter, an annoyed look on his handsome face.

"Yeah, I figured." He replies with a sigh, prompting your immediate attention from the tone in his voice. "What?" You respond sharply, feeling yourself getting aggravated at him with every passing second.

"I have to explain everything to you. Like every word out of my mouth, and it's infuriating, you don't understand anything I say." He huffw in a slightly louder tone, looking up at you.

"Why would you even say that? You know that's not true!" You reply with a wince, your voice beginning to match his volume.

"Yes it is y/n! I feel like I'm dating a fucking child half the time because it seems like nothing can get through to you!" He shouts this time, cheeks red and chest heaving.

You jump a bit, startled by his sudden loudness and the harsh expression etched across his normally serene features.

You feel a flush of heat form on your cheeks, and your eyes threaten to well up with tears. You can't cry in front of him right now, you can't give him more of a reason to think you're like a child.

"I've been through a lot in my life, just because you're older doesn't make you any better than me. I understand everything you say loud and clear and I have-" you begin, fighting back the tears that burn the back of your throat.

"I have fought for my place in this world, to be accepted, to be looked at as not just a stupid fucking kid and you know that, you fucking know that Bill so the fact you would even say something like that-" you breathe out, unable to finish.

You'd always been the youngest of your family, and all your life you were always looked at as baby, like you didn't understand anything. But the truth is that you have always been very mature and you understand more than most, and that's something you take immense pride in.

You notice his previously hard expression soften, and in this moment, he knows that what he said was wrong. It wasn't true, he knew that, and of course he didn't mean it but he had already been so agitated the entire day and took it out on you.

You swoftly attempt to walk past him, straight to the room. You feel like you are suffocating under his gaze.

You then feel his large hands gently grasp at your arm, trying to stop you from walking away, as if the warmth of his touch night lure you back into his arms. "Baby, come back. I'm sorry."

You shake his arm off of you and continue to walk to the room. His large footsteps follow closely behind and stopp as you both got into the room. "Look at me y/n, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, really. I was just mad. I'm so fucking sorry." He pleads.

You turn, looking up at him with tear stained cheeks. He feels his heart break at the sight, and he never feels worse than when he makes you cry. "Then why'd you say it? If that's how you really feel, then maybe I'm not right for you. Maybe you want something I can't give you." You spit, tears flowing out of your eyes even more now that the work have been spoken.

He walks closer, cupping your cheeks with his warm hands, that inevitably covered half of your face. "Of course I don't really feel that way, y/n you're all I've ever wanted, you're the only one who's ever made me feel like this and you're the only one who ever will. You're actually one of the most intelligent people I've ever met, and your heart is so good, it intimidates me sometimes. I've never met someone your age so unlike any one else. That's the truth, not what I said out there." He speaks his truth, looking down at you with an honest look in his big green eyes.

You know he is being sincere, he gets his look on his face, like he can't lie even if he wants to. You sniffle as he wipes the tears away from your eyes. "I'm sorry princess. I really am." He soothes, his voice soft as he looks down at you from his towered height.

"I know." You reply, giving him a reassuring glance. He leans down, moving his head to the side so he can press his plump lips to yours. You relax into the kiss, feeling better already. You move your fingertips across his high cheekbones before moving them to his soft brown hair.

His own hands hold your face gently as your lips moves together. You feel your heart slowly returning to the full state it was at before all of this.. It's like he always knows how to make you feel better, even after the few arguments you both have had.

You softly break apart, looking at each other with adoring expressions. "Can we go to bed?" He asks with pleading eyes. You giggle, looking up at him with furrowed brows. "But it's still daylight out, are you that tired?" You ask curiously, as his large hands grasp your much smaller ones.

"That's not what I want to use the bed for." He replies with a smirk, pulling you closer. "I was hoping to make it up to you." He speaks lowly, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. "Well I'm not opposed to that." You reply with a smile. He kisses your nose before swiftly picking you up in his arms, and softly placing you on the bed.

He definitely always knows how to make you feel better, and he also loves you with all of his heart.

Hiiiiiii guys, I hope you all liked this! I've had this idea in my head for a while now. Hope you're all having a good day/afternoon/night❤️-xx