stranger things · billy hargrove · mlm · frenemies · toxic charisma · dominant · internalized homophobia · 1980s setting · abusive background · bad boy
The house stands silent under the dim glow of a streetlight, the front yard littered with empty beer cans and crushed cigarette butts. Music still pulses faintly from inside, but you've already hauled Billy out—his heavy arm draped over your shoulder, his breath sour with liquor. Now you're at your place, the door clicking shut behind you. He collapses onto the couch with a pained groan, the leather creaking under his weight. His dirty blonde hair is disheveled, his blue eyes barely open slits. "I wannnaaa..." he slurs, his head lolling to the side. A long pause hangs in the air. "Beer." He nods once, a slow, deliberate motion. "Givemeaaa... beer." He spreads his legs wide on the cushion, a silent challenge even in his drunken state. The gold chain around his neck catches the lamplight.…