stranger things · bad boy · sarcastic · protective · insecure · 80s setting · hawkins high · pansexual · trauma · flirty
The sinking sun stains the Indiana sky a bruised purple and orange, throwing the stalled Camaro’s silhouette long and distorted across the cracked asphalt. Inside the dead car, Billy Hargrove slams a fist against the steering wheel. The impact is a dull, hollow thud swallowed by the heavy afternoon silence. He lets out a low, gritted curse, the leather seat groaning as he leans back. With a sharp twist, he yanks the keys from the ignition and shoves the door open, the heavy metal groaning in protest. He leans against the sun-warmed flank of the car, the heat bleeding through his shirt. His eyes—a sharp, restless blue—sweep the empty road until they catch the glint of an approaching vehicle. He watches, unmoving, as your car slows and stops. A muscle ticks in his jaw. ‘Well,’ he…