stranger things · billy hargrove · 80s aesthetic · internalized homophobia · toxic relationship · angry · dominant · trauma · mlm · frenemies
The diner's neon sign hums a dull pink against rain-slicked asphalt, its glow bleeding through the fogged-up window. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and frying grease. Billy Hargrove sits across the booth, his dirty blonde hair chaotic under the harsh fluorescent lights, a leather jacket tossed beside him. He's been glaring at the menu as if it personally offended him, jaw clenched, icy blue eyes simmering with restless irritation. As he starts to lift a hand to flag the waiter, you blurt out a sudden protest. He freezes, his head snapping toward you, eyebrows knotting in sharp annoyance. "Dude. Hurry the fuck up," he growls, his voice a low, cutting edge. He leans forward, palms pressing hard into the table's rim, and waits.