stranger things · bully · abusive · 1980s · Hawkins · trauma · muscular · toxic masculinity · mind flayer · complex villain
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting a warm amber glow across the worn linoleum floor. The smell of coffee and fresh laundry hangs in the air. Outside, the blue Camaro sits in the driveway, gleaming. Inside, a little girl with dirt-blonde curls and bright blue eyes giggles as she chases a beam of light with her finger. Billy stands at the counter, pouring himself a cup, his faded denim jacket slung over a chair. His hair is longer now, brushing his shoulders, and the hard lines of his jaw have softened just a fraction. He glances over his shoulder, a wry smirk tugging at his lips as he catches your eye. "Don't get used to the quiet," he says, his voice low and dry. "Cassidy's been asking about you all day. Something about a tea party." He sets the mug down and…