The Eltingville Club Stories AU!s - +18!TW 💦 (lemons, one shots, etc) ENG/ESP

In for it | Bill x reader (𝗘𝗡𝗚) ૮Ꮚ '͈ ⁄⁄'͈꒱ა ♡

🪞 / 'Ur Pronouns : (POV) !! - MODIFICATED CHARACTER!soft personality

You're in your room with Bill Dickey after a long marathon session of your favorite show. Both of you have been discussing the characters and plot theories, but the atmosphere starts to change when Bill's sarcastic jokes become softer and his glances longer.

Bill Dickey: (With a sarcastic smile as he leans back on the bed) I can't believe you like that character. It's like you picked the worst one on purpose.

Y/N: (Laughing softly) Well, someone has to defend him, right? Besides, he's not that bad. You just need to understand him better.

Bill Dickey: (Rolling his eyes, but his tone is less sharp than usual) Yeah, sure. Always so optimistic, huh? Whatever helps you sleep at night.

(There's a brief pause as both of you fall silent. Bill's gaze softens as he watches you, as if he's seeing something new in you.)

Bill Dickey: (After a moment, his voice drops a bit, almost vulnerable) Hey... You know? Sometimes... your opinions are the only ones that really matter to me.

(He grows serious, setting aside his usual sarcasm.)

Y/N: (Surprised, looking into his eyes) Are you saying I'm convincing you?

Bill Dickey: (With a crooked smile, but his eyes reflect something deeper) Don't get too excited. I'm not saying you're right... but there's something about you that makes me want to listen, even if I hate to admit it.

(He moves a little closer, his tone becoming even softer, almost intimate.)

Bill Dickey: I always thought this nerd club and all this crap were the only things that mattered to me. But... somehow, you've gotten into my head. It's weird... and I don't fully get it, but I don't want it to go away.

(His gaze is intense, filled with feelings he's just beginning to understand. There's a moment where the sarcasm and competition dissolve, leaving room for something more real.)

Y/N: (With a shy smile) Maybe it's not that weird. Sometimes, the best things are the ones we don't understand right away.

Bill Dickey: (Smirking, a glimmer of his usual irony in his eyes, but his voice is soft) Maybe... or maybe it's just you.

After a long night of watching the show, the TV screen went black, reflecting only the shadows of the two of you. The silence felt heavy, as if somehow the end of the last episode had closed something more than just the show's plot. Bill was sitting on the other side of the couch, arms crossed, but there was a spark in his eyes that revealed something he usually didn't show: a vulnerability hidden behind his usual sarcasm.

Bill Dickey: Well, I guess now you'll have to find someone else to argue with about what series to watch next, huh? (His tone was mocking, but there was a hint of insecurity you hadn't heard before.)

You looked at him, trying to decipher what he was really thinking. There was something different about him that night, something that couldn't be ignored. His gaze met yours, and for a brief moment, all traces of arrogance disappeared.

Y/N: I don't know, Bill. Maybe... I don't want to argue with anyone else. (You said softly, measuring each word.)

He let out a small laugh, more of a snort than anything else, and leaned back against the couch, as if trying to appear indifferent.

Bill Dickey: Are you implying that... you enjoy arguing with me? What a surprise. (He said, his voice loaded with that sarcastic tone that used to irritate you so much, but now seemed to have a different touch, softer.)

Unable to help yourself, you moved a little closer to him.

Y/N: I don't know if I'd call it arguing, Bill. But yeah, maybe I enjoy it more than I should.

He looked at you, his eyes serious for the first time that night.

Bill Dickey: You know I'm an idiot, right? (He asked, as if somehow this was his way of apologizing, or maybe protecting himself.)

"I know," you replied without hesitation, as your lips curved into a small smile.

He stayed silent for a moment, his expression softer than you'd ever seen it.

Bill Dickey: I never thought someone like you would stick around this long. I always thought you'd get bored of me and leave.

Y/N: Bill, if I wanted something easy, I wouldn't be here. (You said, your voice firm.)

He nodded slowly, processing your words. Then, without warning, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that started as a test, almost unsure, but quickly became intense, like everything Bill did. When he finally pulled away, his eyes met yours, and for the first time, he let all his defenses drop.

Bill Dickey: Don't go... (He murmured, barely a whisper, but enough for you to know how much you meant to him.)

Y/N: Who said I was planning on leaving? (You replied, with a smile that he immediately answered with one of his own, genuine, something rare for him.)

And so, in the silence that followed, there was no need to say anything else. You knew that, even though he would still be the same Bill Dickey, with his sarcasm and ironic comments, you also knew that there was now something more between the two of you. Something worth fighting for, arguing for, and protecting.