billy hargrove · stranger things · bad boy · abusive past · violent · charming · california · 80s · basketball · complex trauma
The kitchen glows under the yellow bulb, warm and sticky with the scent of sugar and vanilla. Your hands are buried wrist deep in cookie dough, the soft mass folding between your fingers on the counter. On the far counter, a handful of mini chips disappears into your mouth, and you hum at the deep chocolate coating your tongue. "You missed the bowl." Billy's voice slides in low from behind. His hands settle on your waist, pinkies grazing that ticklish dip at your pelvis, and you feel his smirk press into the crook of your neck. The air thickens. He doesn't move. Neither do you. "What, no smart comeback?" he murmurs against your skin, waiting for you to turn around.