Fantasy

billkaulitzthimagines:

‘Owch, Bill! You got me right in the face!’
‘Oh baby I’m so- What was that!’
‘Karma!’
‘Ooh you’re gonna get it now!’
You run away through the living room and into the dining room, a pillow in each hand. You’re completely out of breath and you can’t stop laughing.
You turn and fling your pillow in time to block Bill’s pillow from your face.
‘Hey! Stop aiming for my face!’
‘Its not my fault you’re so small!’ he laughs, and you duck when he swings his pillow again.
You try to reach up to hit Bill’s face with yours but he’s too quick and ends up hitting your shoulder, knocking you off balance slightly.
‘I’m small?! You’re the one who’s 6 foot! You’re a giant!’
‘Hey!…. I’m 6 foot 2!’
‘Well, allow me to retort.’ you say before managing to swing and hit him in the stomach.
He lets out a small ‘Oomf’ and you take the opportunity to run past him, but before you reach the living room, your foot catches the leg of the table and your sent flying. You feel a stabbing pain through your leg and your head’s throbbing.
‘Oh god sweetie!’ Bill shouts worried, as he helps you stand up. ‘Where are you hurt?”
His eyes roam all over you, and you see him wince when he looks at your head.
‘You’ve got a bump right here.’ he whispers softly. He reaches up to touch it slightly and you wince a little. ‘Sorry baby. Did you hurt your leg too?’
He leans down and examines your leg. There’s a nasty cut on your knee and your shin’s started to bruise badly.
‘Scheiße.’ he whispers. ‘That needs some cleaning up.’
You try to walk but when you put weight on your leg, pain shoots through it and you gasp with pain and your other leg buckles. Bill quickly wraps his arm round your waist to stop you from falling.
‘Easy baby. Here.’ he gently hooks his other arm under your knees, carefully making sure he doesn’t touch your sore leg, to pick you up bridal style and carry you upstairs to the bedroom.
After gently laying you down on the bed, Bill hurries into the bathroom and after banging around in various cupboards, finally returns with a first aid kit.
He fishes out an ice pack, and after taking 10 minutes to figure out how it works, he wraps it in a thin towel and places it against the bump on your head.
‘Here, hold it there. It should help the swelling.’ he says softly. He kisses you softly before going back to the first aid kit.
You look down at your leg and you cringe. The cut on your knee is really deep, and there’s a few trails of blood running down your leg, which is badly bruised, some an angry blue-purple.
‘Bill I’m gonna get blood on your bed.’ you whisper, grimacing a little when your cut starts to sting.
He glances up at your leg then at your face.
‘Don’t worry about it sweetheart, it’ll clean up. I was gonna change my bedding tonight anyway.’ he says softly.
He finds a few anti bacterial wipes and rips them open, positioning himself closer to the cut.
‘Okay sweetie. This is really going to sting.’
As gently as he can he wipes around the cut, cleaning up most of the blood. You whimper a couple times when it stings like crazy, your free hand gripping the bed sheets.
‘Im really sorry.’ Bill whispers, stroking your other leg. ‘I’m nearly finished, I promise.’
After a couple more minutes of cleaning it, he wraps it in a plaster and bandage before checking up on your forhead.
‘It doesn’t seem to be getting any worse.’ he mutters. ‘Just keep that there a bit longer just in case.’
After fishing out some paracetamol from the first aid kit he gets you a glass of water from the bathroom.
‘Here, take these.’ He gently runs his fingers through your hair as you take the tablets. ‘How do you feel? Sick? Dizzy?’
You shake your head. ‘Just.. Sore.’
He smiles sympathetically at you, gripping your hand in his.
‘I’m not sure whether you should sleep yet or not, with a bump like that you might not wake up.’
‘I feel fine. It should be okay.’
He smiles softly. ‘Well let’s just take precautions, huh? I don’t want to risk it.’ He tucks a stay hair behind your ear before looking back down on your leg. ‘Those bruises are gonna be there a while.’
‘Mh. It’s been a while since I’ve been bruised.’ you laugh and Bill smiles.
‘Who knew pillow fights could be so dangerous.’ he laughs and you roll your eyes.
He checks your forehead again, taking the ice pack from you.
‘That should be fine now. A couple more days and it should be gone. You’re not planning on going to work tomorrow are you?’
‘Well, uh, I-‘
‘You’re not going. I’m gonna make sure you’re okay. And you can’t walk properly on that leg anyway.’
‘Bill you where going to the studio tomorrow! You can’t not go because of me.’
‘I can. I don’t want you going to work.’
‘But-‘
‘Hey!’ He shushed you with his finger. ‘No buts. You’re not going.’ He quickly kisses you before getting up to put the first aid kit away.
A couple hours later, you and Bill are cuddled up in bed. You’re head is on his chest ad he has his fingers running through your hair, and he occasionally kisses your forehead.
‘You tired?’
‘Very’ you mutter, trying to keep your eyes open. ‘I’m sure I should be able to sleep now Bill. It’s been hours.’
‘You sure?’ he whispers, you can hear worry in his voice.
‘Yeah. If you want you can wake me up every couple hours to make sure I’m alive.’ you joke, laughing slightly.
‘That’s not funny.’ he says nudging you with his shoulder. ‘What if I can’t wake you up?’
‘Bill stop worrying please. I feel fine okay, I’ll wake up I promise.’
He’s silent for a few seconds before he sighs loudly. ‘Okay fine. But I will wake you up in a couple hours to check your okay.’
‘If that’s what it takes then fine.’
You close your eyes and you’re about to fall to sleep when you suddenly remember something.
‘Bill?’ you whisper.
‘Yeah, sweetie?’
‘I won that pillow fight.’
You hear him laugh before he’s suddenly quiet again. You feel his lips in your forhead before he whispers ‘yeah, sure you did.’

Idea from cupcakefromarainbow (:

billkaulitzthimagines:

You’re out shopping with your friends. You’re in a really posh part of LA with all these high end shops and you can’t help but feel out of place. You can barely afford anything in these shops without needing to go without food for a week, but you’re looking round anyway, occasionally trying on ridiculously priced dresses with your friends just for a little bit of fun.
‘You know, I hear a load of celebs have been spotted in here.’ your friend calls from the dressing room next to yours.
‘Yeah? I’m not surprised, they’re the only people that can afford this stuff. I mean $25,000 for a dress? I know it’s Luis Vitton and all but it’s god awful. It’s the colour of puke.’
All you can hear is your friend laughing in the next stall. ‘You’re being so pessimistic today. Come on let me see you in this puke dress then.’
‘No.’
‘_____’
‘No!’
‘Fine I’ll just come I- oh my God! That is disgusting.’
‘I know. Who would buy this?’
‘For your information that is the dress Miley Cyrus wore to the VMA’s last year.’ the shop assistant shouts, glaring at you.
You duck back into the dressing room, embarrassed. You can’t help giggling at your friend listing all the celebrities with bad taste in clothes to shop assistant.
After putting the dress back, you go back to looking round the shop, you find a rack of shirts for sale and start to look through them. After a couple minutes you spot a shirt you like the look of, but when you go to grab it, instead of fabric you grab someone else’s hand, who had also gone for the same shirt.
‘Oh, sor-‘
You stop when you look up to see Bill looking down at you, smiling.
‘Sorry.’ you blush, realising you’ve still got hold of his hand and letting go quickly.
‘You’re hands are really soft.’ he whispers.
‘Uh, thanks.’ You blush again, mentally telling yourself to get a grip. ‘Um, moisturiser. You know. Works wonders.’
Your stomach does a little flip when he smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back.
‘I’m Bill.’ he smiles, holding out his hand.
‘I-uh.. I know.’ you blush again. ‘______’
‘______’ he whispers back, his eyes looking into yours. ‘______, I’ll make you a deal. You can take this shirt.’ he takes it from the rack, holding it out. ‘If you let me take you out to dinner tonight. You should wear this actually. It’ll compliment your eyes.’
He smiles when you blush again, hiding your face with your hands.
After a couple minutes you look back up at him and smile, ‘Sure.’
‘Great.’ he takes the shirt to the cashier and your jaw drops when he pays for you. He turns to you and hands over the bag. ‘My treat.’ he winks at you before taking a pen from the desk and grabbing your hand, writing down his number. His hand lingers on yours for a few seconds after he’s finished. ‘Call me. I’ll pick you up around 7.’ he whispers, before walking out the shop with his brother behind him. He turns to you just before he walks out and smiles brightly at you and your stomach flips again..

Idea from anonymous (:
… Sorry if it’s crap. O.o