Bill Hader Imagines

Trust Me, You're Hot (Bill Hader)

Y/N sat on the edge of her and Bill's bed as he paced back and forth in front of her. He had seemed a little off when he arrived home from work and Y/N couldn't put her finger on what was bothering him.

"Baby are you okay?"

Bill didn't answer her. He just kept pacing and mumbling words to himself. Y/N was becoming very worried about him, so she stood up, moved in front of him, and shook his shoulders.

Bill snapped out of his trance as she shook him. He blinked his eyes and focused them on Y/N.

"I'm sorry babe. Did you say something?"
" I asked if you were okay. You've been mumbling and pacing since you got home from work, and you've been ignoring my questions."
"I'm really sorry baby. I've been think about a scene we have to film tomorrow for Barry, and it's been stressing me out."
"Okay. Take a deep breath and let's talk about it."

Bill looked down at the floor then back up to Y/N. He contemplated whether or not he should tell her about the scene. He decided that it was better just to tell her about it.

"Well- it's just that- I have to film a scene shirtless tomorrow and I've been feeling self-conscious about my dad bod since I found out about it."

Bill looked down at the floor as he spoke as if was ashamed to tell her about his concern. He looked up at her to see that she was already looking at him.

"Baby-"
"Look, I know it's stupid and I shouldn't be worried about it. I'm sorry I said anything."

Bill moved from standing in front of her to sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Y/N walked over to him and knelt down in front of him and placed her hand on his thighs.

"Bill, honey look at me."

He slowly moved his hands from his face and looked at her. She grabbed his hands and helped him stand up. Once he was standing, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. She released him from the hug and looked up at him.

"You have no reason to be ashamed of your body or your concerns for your body."
"I just don't think I look good without a shirt on. I know I'm not the most fit guy, and I definitely don't have abs."
"Bill, trust me. You're hot."
"Stop. You don't mean that."

Y/N grabbed Bill's hand and walked him over the full length mirror in their room. She put him in front of the mirror and began to pull his shirt off.

"Y/N, what are doing?"
"Proving my point."

Once she got his shirt off, she turned him so he faced the mirror. As Bill looked at himself in the mirror, Y/N snaked her arms around his waist from behind. He slowly stroked her arms as they rested around him.

"I don't care that you aren't the most fit guy. I don't care that you don't have abs. I think you are perfect the way you are. There isn't one thing that I would change about you."

Bill turned in Y/N's arms and hugged her tightly. He pulled away slightly and kissed her with deep passion.

"I love you so much Y/N. You always know the right things to say."
"That's what I'm here for and guess what...I love you too."

Bill put all his self-conscious thoughts about his body behind him as Y/N gave him a new sense of self-confidence that he didn't have. Bill looked at himself one more time in the mirror, and only one thought trailed his brain.

"I totally rock the dad bod look."