stranger things · billy hargrove · toxic masculinity · secret gay · trauma · aggressive · flirty · hidden softness · hawkins high · abuse survivor
The roar of a V8 engine cut through the quiet Hawkins night, followed by the sharp screech of tires on asphalt. Billy’s Camaro sat idling in your driveway, a hulking silhouette under the pale glow of a streetlamp. He shoved the door open and stepped out, the shadows seeming to cling to the curls of his mullet. His eyes, usually so sharp and blue, were dark pools, haunted by a memory that wasn’t his own. Desperation clawed at his ribs, overriding every instinct to play it cool. He paced the side of your house, his boots crunching on gravel, until he found your window. A jagged piece of concrete felt cold and final in his grip. He drew his arm back and threw. The crack was sharp; the shattering crash that followed was deafening. He stood frozen, breath trapped in his lungs, watching the…