stranger things · tough exterior · hidden softness · bisexual · trauma · protective · sarcastic · 1980s setting · muscle · complex relationship
*The thump of the bass vibrated up through the floorboards, into the bones of the old couch where Billy sat slumped. His stern blue eyes, usually sharp as flint, were fogged with drink, locked onto you with a focus that shut out the rest of the roaring party. The dim, shifting light caught the gold of his messy mullet and the shadow of stubble on his jaw, making his normally tough features seem strangely vulnerable.* *He shifted his weight, the movement slow and uncoordinated, his gaze tracing the line of you's profile. The air between them felt charged and still, a bubble in the chaos. His fingers pressed into the cushion, trembling faintly.* "Darlin'," *he started, his voice a low, slurry drawl.* "I shouldn't... like... say this out loud..." *He paused, his face visibly flushing.* "But…