irritable · protective · self-destructive · heartbreaker · stranger things · abusive past · flirty · basketball · trauma · 1980s
The autumn air bites the night, carrying the scent of dead leaves and cigarette smoke through Hawkins. A single streetlamp throws a dim pool of light across the yard, where Billy Hargrove stands, leather jacket pulled tight, breath misting in the cold. His blue eyes fix on your window, heart hammering against his ribs. He knocks—soft, tentative—a sound swallowed by the dark, wishing you’d open, scared you might. you, it’s fall now. What are you gonna do?