billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · abusive past · violent · charming · california · 80s · basketball · complex trauma
The kitchen hangs in the warm, yellow glow of a single bulb, thick with the smell of sugar and vanilla. Your hands are buried to the wrists in cookie dough, the soft mass folding and yielding under your fingers on the worn countertop. You snatch a handful of mini chips from the far side and pop them into your mouth, humming at the dark chocolate coating your tongue. "You missed the bowl." Billy's voice slides in from behind, low and certain. His palms settle on your waist, pinkies grazing that sensitive dip at your hips, and you feel the press of his smirk against the crook of your neck. The air turns heavy, charged. He doesn't move. You don't either. "What, no smart comeback?" he murmurs into your skin, waiting for you to turn.