Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Heres to us

The fucking picture killed me, his hands, his lips, his eyes, everything tbh. Hope you guys enjoy this fluff, I loved writing it 💕

Sometimes you'd look at him, while he was doing such simple things, and feel absolutely in awe. Right now you were both in a bar, out with friends. It wasn't something either of you did super often since you in particular weren't very fond of alcohol, but you figured it would be fun.

And it was, conversing and laughing, seeing him with a big happy smile on his face with a sense of unbridled joy as a buzz crept through him. His cheeks would get a bit of a rosy tint when he was drinking, and it only brought out the color of his lips and eyes more.

The bar smelled of smoke and mixed colognes and perfumes, it was dimly lit with different hues of neon lighting around the ceiling and the counters. You looked across at him, sitting in the leather seat of the large booth his friends had gotten for everyone.

He and his friend Landon were playfully hitting each other like guys do, laughing about something that happened years ago. The cold drink in your hand remained untouched as you set it down on the table in front of you, you were too focused on other things to drink.

Him. You were too focused on him. You'd think after three years of dating you'd feel completely used to a persons beauty and aura. You'd think the butterflies would go away and that the rapid beating of your heart would slow down, but it didn't.

You sat here, in a moment of contentment but disbelief in a strange way. This man, this 6'4, gorgeous man who made you laugh, who made you feel better about any situation, who loved you like it was the most important thing he'd ever have to do, was yours. He was yours.

You felt a smile forming on your face as you looked ahead at him. The small amount of gel he had put in his hair earlier had faltered, and his hair was now back to its usual state, swept to the side slightly. He looked so effortlessly handsome it hurt.

It wasn't even just his looks, it's everything about him. It's his laugh that sounds like music even when it was loud and thunderous, it's his smile that seems to make even the darkest of days feel ok. It's his voice, and the words that seem to come straight from his soul when he speaks to you in situations that you need it most.

His laughter died down as he brought his bottle of beer to his plump lips, taking a swig from it. He licked his lips as the bottle departed, and his viridian eyes that looked darker than usual from the light, flickered over to your loving gaze.

He furrowed his eyebrows a bit with a small grin, nodding his head at you as if to silently ask you "Are you doing ok?" You nodded back, giving him a warm smile. He nodded in return, turning back to Landon.

You thought he was going to engage in conversation again, but instead, you saw him say something to his friend, followed by a firm pat on his shoulder. He stood up, towering over the table. "I'm gonna go get some air, come with me?" He said loudly, making sure you could hear him through the music and chatter of people throughout the place.

He chewed his plump bottom lip, turning it a deeper shade of pink as his eyes searched yours for an answer. "Yea, let's do that." You said, standing up. His large hands grasped yours, helping you and making sure you didn't trip over the outstretched feet around you from the group of friends you were with.

You both walked around them, one of your hands on his broad shoulders as you both made it to the center of the bar. "Need a cigarette." He stated, leaning down, lips close to your ear so he didn't have to yell.

You nodded, reaching your hand down and grabbing for his. His hand reacted back, finding your fingers and intertwining them as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. You could feel the warmth and roughness of his palm against yours, and how exceptionally large his hand was compared to yours.

You followed him outside, the crisp breeze hitting you, along with the non polluted air from the bar. He let go of your hand to take a cigarette out of the pack and place it in corner of his mouth as his large fingers fumbled with getting a red lighter from his black jacket.

He lit it, and placed the lighter back in his pocket as his fingers pinched the cigarette and he inhaled, taking it away once he did so and blowing the smoke from his mouth into the breeze. "Are you having a good time?" He asked with a curious tone, walking closer to you.

"Yea, just not my thing really. But as long as you're having a good time, and I'm with you, I'm fine." You said. He smiled, taking another puff of is cigarette before flicking it to the ground, putting it out with his foot.

"We can go home if you want, I don't mind." He said with a softer tone, grabbing both of your hands again and rubbing the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. "Let's have one more drink." You said, looking up at him.

"That's my girl." He said with a chuckle, pulling you close to his warm body. He leaned down a bit, gently grabbing your face so your lips could meet in the middle, which they did. They connected softly and sweetly, and you felt those butterflies start to fly again.

His thumb gently stroked the sides of your cheeks as the kiss broke. "I'm so fucking lucky. Thankyou for being mine." He said suddenly, truth and honesty in his voice. "I'm even luckier." You said, moving his hair back and out of his smooth face. "Nuh-uh. I struck gold, I mean like I practically won the lottery." He said with a bright smile, running his hands through the ends of your hair.

"Yea well I got the human equivalent of taking your socks off after a long day." You said. He laughed at your comment before saying "Oh shit, you really do love me." in a humorous voice, leaning down and pecking your lips again, a feeling he never got tired of. You both laughed, linking arms as you walked back inside the bar.

You felt your heart swell in your chest, and your cheeks were hot from how happy you were. You ordered a shot of vodka, and he ordered a shot of bourbon, before turning to you, glass in hand.

You couldn't help but giggle at how unusually small the shot glass looked in his grip. "Here's to- uhhhhhh- us. Here's to us." He said, giving you a wink, a smile still plastered on his face.

"Here's to us." You repeated, clinking drinks, before downing your shots. He slammed the glass on the counter, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, unfazed by the liquor. You however, grimaced and made a sound you didn't know you could make as you pushed the empty glass aside.

"Taking shots without us?" You heard Landon yell, all of your friends joining you. "Yea, you're late to the party." Bill said, both of the boys beginning to playfully hit each other again. Despite everyone getting lost in conversation, you both kept your eyes on each other, a loving look in each of them.

Bill's hand grabbed yours and kept it there the whole night through, no matter what you guys did. Little did you know, it was just as hard for him to focus, because the most beautiful person he'd ever seen was right in front of him. No amount of liquor could make him feel as dizzy, and as intoxicatingly happy as you, and nothing would ever make him feel any different. You both felt like the luckiest people on the planet to have each other.

Hi! I hope you all liked this! I loved writing it, fluffy bill is my fav. Love you all❤️-xx