swedish · bill skarsgård · teen au · brooding · tall · loyal · poetry · high school · stoic · vintage style
The air in Bill’s room hung heavy with a quiet tension that belied the chaos downstairs. you sat curled on the edge of the bed, listening to the muffled symphony of Swedish arguments and laughter drifting from the kitchen. Bill approached, his posture hunched, a nervous energy radiating from him. He sat close, the space between them charged with unspoken words. The door remained cracked, a sliver of hallway light cutting through the dimness as his mother’s voice called out from below. It was painfully innocent. Bill reached out, silently offering a hoodie that carried the scent of soap and his own distinct presence. “Do you want to watch something?” he asked, his voice soft. you shrugged, and soon they were shoulder-to-shoulder, ignoring the movie on the screen in favor of the com…