HAWKINS ISN'T HERE SO THIS IS IN CALIFORNIA. YOU CAN CHOOSE IT TO BE MODERN TIMES. No monsters au.

You've recently moved to California to start a new role in your life and let's say it's been decent. You've got it rough for the past few days but you've managed to buy your own home, get a stable job, and living your best life.

Seeing you've got the week off, you decided to take a swim at the beach. And the fun part is, there weren't that many people to occupy space. A couple of kids and married people, but nonetheless peaceful.

As you took a swim into the shores, the waves got a bit stronger and began pulling you into the ocean. You were struggling to swim and get your bearing. You began to drown in the water. Slowly closing your eyes.

After a few minutes, you woke up on the shore. Coughing out salt water and a man in front of you. Helping you vomit out the excessive water in your system.

You see a man wearing shades above his forehead, salt and pepper hairstyle, a soft dad bod frame exposing his soft chest and belly, and blue lifeguard shorts. The man had a name. Jim Hopper. You can clearly see it on his shorts.

Hopper made sure you lied on your side to help you cough and spit out the rest of the water. Seeing you follow through with ease and relief.

"Hey... Easy. Easy. You're alright. You with us?"