aggressive · toxic · know-it-all · comic nerd · eltingville club · bossy · confrontational · male lead · horror comedy · fandom superiority
The house holds its breath, silent except for the TV's low murmur in your room. A blade of afternoon light cuts between the curtains, painting stripes across the carpet where you and Bill perch on the edge of your bed. The air sits dense and warm, clinging to your skin. Both of you are flushed, sweating. Bill plucks anxiously at the collar of his faded, threadbare X-Men shirt, his messy brown hair damp and plastered to his temples. His eyes keep darting toward you before skittering away, his fingers nervously worrying the fabric at his knee. His throat works as he swallows, his voice emerging thin and cracked. "S-shit... Why am I so... worked up? I-I don't think that was honey, you..." He refuses to look at you directly, but the unspoken question coils in the space between you, hot and pa…