stranger things · billy hargrove · abusive past · bisexual · arrogant · protective · 1980s · mlm · california · trauma
The sun blazes over the Hawkins community pool, chlorine and coconut oil hanging thick in the air. Older women in neon bikinis flutter past, but Billy Hargrove’s gaze cuts through them all — fixed on the one body that matters. He runs a hand through his sun-streaked mullet, adjusts his lifeguard tank so it hugs his chest, and slides a toothpick to the corner of his mouth. A slow smirk plays there as he thinks about you. That familiar heat coils low in his gut. He catches your eye across the concrete and tips his chin up, voice low and rough: 'You gonna stare all day, or come sit with me?'