Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Just a lil tipsy

Boyfriends are needy when they drink vodka
- -
The door to your front door busts open as if there's a drill sergeant on the other end, a shrill shriek coming from your lips as your body momentarily spasms out of fear and confusion as to who's entering your home. But then, your eyes land on the tall and built figure of your boyfriend, Landon to the right, an arm holding up Bills much longer and heavier one, and a stranger to the left, doing the same.

"Landon you said you weren't going to get him shitfaced again!" You yell, stammering over to the wobbly inebriated man that's being held up as if he's a child. "Ok first of all, he's from Sweden and they drink like they have an extra liver-" Landon beings, a sigh of relief passing his lips nearly covered by scruff as him and the stranger pass your boyfriend over to you. You lose your balance and nearly fall, though thankfully Bill is still semi sober enough to cling onto you with hums of satisfaction vibrating in the back of his throat, preventing your demise.

"And second of all, it wasn't my fault. I told him you'd be pissed if he had more than one sailor vodka-" a gasp leaves your lips, your eyes widening as you look over at the blue eyed man. "He had SAILOR VODKA?!" You screech, a bad taste forming in your mouth as you remember that horrible incident with the liquor a couple years back. You'll never forget how horrible it made you feel, and your boyfriend had enough of it to make him act like a baby trapped inside of a 6'4 mans body.

Landon puts his arms up as if to surrender, slowly backing away with the stranger who helped bring Bill in, behind him. "Again, it was his call y/n, I told him. He didn't listen. You know how he gets cause he thinks he knows everything about alcohol from Sweden. He did the whole I can handle it I can handle it' thing." The scruffy haired man explains, and you roll your eyes, knowing that it's true. Bill has a bad habit of being a 'know it all' when it comes to liquor.

Speaking of Bill, you can now feel his slender fingers toying with the ends of your hair, his arms slung around you from the front and reaching back; almost obscuring your view of his friends. "Anyways, I'm gonna go. Sorry to dump him on you like this, good thing vodka makes him tired. See you!" Before you can protest, Landon is out of the house, shutting the door behind him and leaving you with the intoxicated giant.

"Bill, get off of me for a second." You struggle to push him off, his scent being alcohol mixed with the quite heavenly cologne he had put on before he left. His chest is firm against your palms, and you manage to nudge him, but he's clearly very adamant on staying put. "W-wanna stay with y-you." He hiccups, wrapping his long arms around you like a boa, preventing you from pushing him away.

"I'm not going anywhere Bill, but you need to get into bed. You're very drunk right now." You pat his broad back as he stubbornly shoves his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin as if it's going to change your mind. "I'm jus-just a lil tipsy." He giggles against your pulse point, his teeth and wet tongue grazing your throat as he makes his way to the other side. You try not to laugh.

"You are not, you are full blown drunk Mr." You try to push him off again, but he makes a 'nnn' sound, and squeezes you tighter, preventing more air from entering your lungs. His body is warm and heavy against your own, his height making you feel small as he bends down and tucks you against him. He's being too adorable for your liking, especially since you're supposed to be mad. Bill isn't usually a highly needy person, so seeing him like this is far too amusing.

"Why do you kee-keep pushing me? You want me g-gone?" His head finally comes out of its hiding place from the crook of your shoulder, his plump lips pouty and parted, viridian eyes droopy and curious; hazy from the alcohol lacing his blood. You hold back a giggle as you respond. "I don't want you gone baby I just want you to be sober, and you're not gonna get there by clinging onto me."