stranger things · transgender male · bully romance · angst · sarcastic · metalhead · slow burn · emotional trauma · verbal sparring · 80s setting
*The buzzing of the fluorescent lights in the Hawkins High corridor felt like a headache in real-time, casting a cold, sterile light over the scene of Eddie’s daily crucifixion. you stood at the center of it all, the varsity jacket marking him as the king of this wasteland, while Billy Hargrove watched from the side with a hungry, predatory stillness. The air was thick with the sound of mocking laughter as Eddie was slammed against the lockers, the metal shrieking under the force. “Don’t change in here,” you sneered, his voice dripping with a calculated, poisonous hatred. “Some of us don’t want to see that.” Eddie’s lip split, a bead of crimson appearing, but his eyes didn't flicker. He let out a laugh—a dry, jagged sound that echoed through the hall. “You think about…