Bill Skarsgård Imagines { Ongoing }

𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰

summary: in which; you get your period and Bill takes care of you.

trigger warnings: none.

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PERIODS are the devils work.

The non stop bleeding, the cramps that feel like your body is being twisted inside out. You're miserable, curled up in bed with a stupid show playing over. But you're hurting too bad to change it. Each move you make feels like a thousand needles are piercing your body. Bill has been out since early morning, and is clueless to his girlfriend at home; stuck in a fetal position in their bed. You huffed, pulling the blankets tighter around your body.

        "I'm home." Bill called when he walked in the door, but there was no answer. He worried, taking his shoes off. It isn't like you to not answer when he gets home. He checked the kitchen; where you spend most of your time, baking cookies. You weren't there. He checked the lounge room; where you're usually crying over some show you're watching, but you weren't there. The bedroom is the only other place you could be. You peeked up when Bill walked in their door, and the look of worry had faded. "What's wrong, baby?"

You groaned, pulling the blankets up over your head. "I got my period." Bill grinned, pulling his shirt off and crawling into the bed behind you. This is just like you. Every month when your period comes, you get shy. You hide in the bed all day, watching re-run tv shows, and distancing yourself. You hate how moody you get, and you know that Bill gets annoyed with you sometimes. But that isn't the case at all.

Bill loves when you get moody, he finds it really cute. He can tell you the stupidest things and you'll get annoyed, mumbling under your breath. You hit and poke at his chest when he annoys you, and he loves it. "Baby, talk to me." His fingers rubbed up and down your arm, goosebumps rising on your skin. Bill's touches were always so soft and gentle, like it wasn't in his nature to be rough. You rolled and cuddled into him, replacing your hand on your stomach with his. Bill's hand rubbed your stomach, easing the pain you were feeling.

        "I hate this." You hit his chest, a deep chuckle shaking his chest. He loved it when you hit him, because you could let out your frustration without hurting him. You tried to be rough, but you couldn't. Your hits were so soft. Bill mumbled an I know, pressing his lips against your forehead and taking your hand in his own. "Chocolate?" Bill laughed, tapping his finger on your hip and getting up off the bed.

        "Come on, then. Let's go get chocolate." You raised your arms and Bill picked you up, carrying you on his hip. Your ankles locked behind him, your head laying on his shoulder. Bill carried you into the kitchen, putting you down on the kitchen counter. You watched him walk around the kitchen with a smile, pulling your knees up to your chest. You definitely hated your period, but you also loved it because Bill takes care of you. He won't leave the house unless it's for your benefit; he won't let you be alone for too long unless it's for the bathroom.

Bill got some midol, put it in your hand and gave you a glass of water. "Drink." You obeyed, swallowing down the little pill and sitting the glass aside. Bill got into the top cabinet, where he kept a basket of chocolate. You couldn't reach it without climbing on the counter, so it was always Bill who had to get it for you. If it was any other day, you would have a limit of how many pieces you could have. You get this sugar high that makes you a giggling mess; running into walls, covering parts of your soft skin in dark bruises that Bill ends up treating. But since it's your period, you get as many as you want since it helps your cramping.

You grabbed three pieces, holding them in your hand as Bill put the basket back. "Movie and cuddle?" You jumped down off the counter, your hand gripping the edge as you took a breath, a cramp twisting in your stomach. Bill picked you up in his arms, carrying you into the living room and laying you on the couch. He kissed your head and went to the bedroom, collecting a blanket and one of his shirts. Bill knows you like to be comfortable when you're on your period, and wear as little clothes as possible.

You saw him coming down the stairs with his shirt, so you slowly slid your shorts down your legs. Bill finished for you, tossing them on the floor and sitting you up. He pulled your shirt over your head, replacing it with his own. You snuggled into his shirt, Bill taking his place behind you on the sofa and cuddling you in his arms. "Alright now, baby?" Bill covered you with the blanket, holding onto the remote and going on demand to find a movie.

You looked up at him while he browsed the options, thinking about how much you love him. He's always taking care of you; when you're sick, when you're sad, when you've got her period, when you're angry. Bill is always there to take care of you because that's the person he was raised to be. You love each other unconditionally, and couldn't imagine a second of time passing without one another. It would be miserable.

Just like it feels having a period.