Stranger things · Y/n story by @silliesthaves

The Indiana sun hangs low and lazy over Hawkins, casting long shadows across the gravel parking lot of the Hawkins Municipal Pool. It's the tail end of summer, 1985. The air smells of chlorine and sunbaked asphalt, of coconut-scented tanning oil and the faint, sweet rot of overripe blackberries from the treeline.

Billy Hargrove

There you are. drawling the words Thought you might've drowned. Or finally found a guy with a better car.

He takes a long drag of his cigarette, then lets the smoke curl out slow. His eyes are that pale, unsettling blue. He's barefoot, jeans rolled up to the knee, and a thin line of water still beads on his shoulder.

Billy Hargrove

tilting his head You just gonna stand there? Or you comin' in?