#I feel like Billy wouldn't necessarily be nice to kids

[littlemessyjessi]

"Dates": More of Billy Hargrove and his Goth GF

More Billy Hargrove and his goth GF! Because I had some people ask so nicely for more!!!

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Billy Hargrove of Stranger Things 

Billy Hargrove x PS Reader, Billy Hargrove x Goth Reader 

Pre- established relationship 

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So let's talk dates. 

Now, anything is possible with Billy. 

But for sure late night drives in the Camaro. 

Of course. 

He'll pick you up, drive down the road in the dark listening to music and talking. 

He'll take you some place where you can look at the stars and the moon. 

That's a classic go to. 

But also, like Billy doesn't mind the graveyard picnics either. 

It's nice outside and he likes the feeling of the sun on his face. 

He thinks your little picnic basket full of food is adorable. 

He likes laying on the blanket and looking at the clouds with you. 

Oh and the drive in. 

Definitely. 

I mean, sure you two hit up the Hawkins Movie Theater for new releases.   

He figures out anything that might be remotely up your alley and plans to go. 

But also, just the old drive in where you can go in his car and they play old hollywood movies.   Your favorite being the old black and white horrors.  And he knows this.  And it's nice for him because you're both in the privacy of his car and you've packed snacks.   And it's great because you're in your own little bubble.  He gets to show you off because god damn, he's proud to have you on his arm but also he likes that the two of you get to be alone.  

And the privacy does lend itself to kisses which he is certainly a fan of. 

Like, he takes a genuine interest in YOUR interests. 

He's even down to go ghost hunting with you. 

It's a lot of him just hiding his smile when you get excited over the wind blowing but he wouldn't trade it for the world. 

He'll figure out the local legends and ghost stories and bring it up to you. 

He might not get as much of a kick out of the actual topic as you do but he adores seeing you excited so that's all that matters to him. 

And maybe he's not much for camping.  

You might not be either. 

But maybe one night he says, "Babe, let's go camping."

And you're like, "Billy, I don't want to be eaten alive by bugs." 

He's probably thinking that the only thing you're in danger of being eaten by is him but he doesn't necessarily voice it.

But he convinces you.  And you go.  And you set up a tent and he pulls out a flashlight and holds it under his chin and the two of you literally tell ghost stories like little kids. 

And he loves seeing you laugh and watching your eyes sparkle and in a way, it's just as cathartic for him as it is for you because he gets to let his guard down. 

He loves your laugh and figures out fairly quickly that he'll do just about anything to hear it. So because of that, he gets to release his inner kid.  He'll cut up with you and play around.  He'll get really into the story until you've just about pissed yourself.   

And it's sweet.  Because he's smiling and it's such a genuine smile. 

It's not a smirk or some haughty grin.  It's real one where his nose crinkles and his eyes crease and he's not worried about schooling his mouth into looking attractive.  Even though you don't think Billy has ever been unattractive in his life. 

But he's so much more beautiful because you can tell that he's having a good time and that he chose to spend it with you. 

And you just adore him.  And he just adores you.  

It's just adorable.  

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Hey, loves.  Well, I'm soft again.  Gonna go crawl in the bed and sob.  Anyway, I hope you liked it and I would love to hear what you think.  Please tell me if you want more Billy and his goth gf.  Because I love them.  I'd die for them.  Ugh.  So, precious.  

Love, K 

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[bombshellbois]

Sticking Points

Rating: T

Summary: The summer of 1986 doesn’t look much different to Billy than the summer of 1985 did, when it started. Few more scars, few more burned bridges, but not much else has changed. He’s still working at the pool, and still giving swimming lessons to bratty kids. Today the bratty kid is Holly Wheeler.

It’s funny the things that stick in life. Billy has found himself thinking that a lot lately. His days are eerily similar to last summer, right down to the weight of the lifeguard whistle against his chest. Sure, there was the brush with actual fucking monsters (not really a brush so much as a head-on collision) but… he didn’t have any better ideas once summer came around again, really. It’s been long enough that he can drown out the memory of that voice that screamed inside his head that the sun would kill him. He still needs a job, still misses the beaches of California, and the best Hawkins can offer is this goddamn pool so… 

It’s not like he has any more bad memories of this place than he does of anywhere else. 

Sitting on the corner of the pool beside him, dangling her legs into the shallows, is Holly Wheeler. She’s got goggles on her head that look too big for her, with worn blue rubber around the lenses. The neon fish on her swimsuit with the tail the trails on and on reminds Billy vaguely of album art. He’d compliment her taste if he thought she did it on purpose. 

Talk about things that stick. Billy’s not sure if Karen has regrets one year later, or if she’s still hanging onto some kind of guilt, but she was insistent that Billy had to give Holly swimming lessons. The size of the tip she gave him and the fact that she gave it to him up front suggests guilt. 

“I already know how to swim,” Holly tells him matter-of-factly. She’s staring at him with the same huge dark eyes that her brother and sister both have. She’s blond as fuck, though. Where the hell did that come from? Karen must have used so much peroxide when she was knocked up that it soaked into the womb or something. 

“I know.”

“I was here every day last summer,” Holly persists. “Swimming.”

“I know,” Billy repeats. “I was the lifeguard last summer.”

She squints at him, like she’s trying to remember if that’s true, probably stretching the limits of her 6-year-old memory span. 

“So you already know I’m a good swimmer,” she says. Billy does know. She knows most of what he’s supposed to teach kids her age, but that’s her problem for having a mom who runs too wet for the pretty ones. 

“I’m gonna make you a better swimmer,” he says. “Your form is shit.”

“You can’t say that!” she gasps. “Steve said I’m really good!”

Billy expected her to say he can’t say ‘shit’ because kids believe in rules like that. She doesn’t, probably because she has to hear worse than that from her brother. The Steve thing… Billy isn’t expecting it, but it isn’t a surprise, either. Hawkins’ Golden Boy is gunning for mother of the year. And hey, in this town where his competition is mostly the Karens and the Susans, he just might get it.

“Steve is a nice person.” That’s not Billy’s favorite thing to admit. Makes him feel guilty too easily. “But he’s also a liar.”

And Billy would know. 

***

Steve has been to the hospital room a handful of times. Billy suspects he’s been to the parking lot way more often because Neil and Susan sure as hell aren’t bringing Max by as often as she’s here. He just sits there and makes chit-chat every time. He’s good at that, at talking and saying nothing at all. Billy can’t decide if it’s because that’s what silver spooners learn or if Steve is just actually a dumbass. 

“You know I don’t actually care, right?” Billy finally says, cutting off Steve’s intense re-telling of his debate with Keith about whether or not Teen Wolf belongs in the horror section.

“You could tell me what you do care about and then I can talk about that,” Steve offers, not missing a beat. Billy rolls his eyes and falls back into the silence he’s lived in for most of Steve’s visits. 

Steve groans. 

“Billy. Come on, talk to me. I’m not still mad about last year, you know. We can just… start over.”

There are no free passes in life. Billy knows that for a fact. Which means Steve is just saying the right thing you’re supposed to say when someone is in the hospital. He’s a fucking liar, is what he is.

***

“Steve is not a liar,” Holly huffs. “He was a swimmer. He knows when people are good.”

“Steve’s sport was basketball.” Billy grabs the pink boogie board from the side of the pool and drops it into the water. “He just happens to have a pool in his backyard.” 

“He was a swimmer when he was dating my sister.” Holly wrinkles her nose at the board and kicks it, making it float off further into the pool. “I’ve seen other swimming lessons. You want me to hold onto that and kick, but I already know how to kick.”

Billy… sort of believes that because Steve was never all that great at basketball, but he did have a jock reputation before Billy came to town. And he’s already kind of wondered sometimes why the guy always brings his pack of kids to the public pool instead of just using his back yard. But then Holly decides to be a massive pain in the ass and he decides he still doesn’t care about any mystery involving Steve Harrington. 

He has to handle the Wheeler brat instead.

“Look.” Billy drops his elbow to his knee so his hunched posture puts him on eye-level with Holly. “I know you know how to kick. But we have to go through the lessons, got it?” She’s pursing her lips like she’s about to start bitching again, so Billy just brings out the big guns. “And if I tick off all the little boxes of shit you know how to do, you get a whistle at the end of the week.”

That gets her attention. Bribing always works with kids, but he’s pretty sure Holly knows it’s a bribe. She understands checking off boxes that might be pointless in exchange for a reward. Billy would bet anything her limp-dick dad uses that technique all the time. 

“I want the whistle,” she says, pulling her goggles down over her eyes. They slide down her nose, the band way too big on her head to form anything closed to a seal. 

“Those are too big for you,” Billy says, holding out his hand. “I’ll hold ‘em. Go get the board.”

Holly pulls them off and hands them to him. “I want them back,” she warns. “Steve gave them to me for my swimming class. He won a trophy once with them and said they’ll bring me good luck.”

Billy doesn’t believe in luck, and personally thinks there would have been more use in Steve just getting Holly a pair of goggles that fit right. But people like stories and sentiments like that. And Steve likes giving people shit.

***

There’s  hairspray on the table beside Billy’s bed. Not the right kind, mainly because it’s the expensive shit, where the can is muted chrome, and the logo is in thick, flowy letters. Max sure as hell didn’t buy it. There’s not a long list of people visiting him in the hospital, but there’s only one who would think doing his hair would make him feel better. 

Someone (meaning Max) must have shared with Steve that Billy’s latest ‘milestone’ (because every single fucking thing counts as a milestone if your injuries fuck you up enough) is being allowed to shower on his own. He’s happy about that, don’t get him wrong. The nurses around here are not the stuff of wet dreams, and being sponged by a 60-something who talks about her collapsed uterus was pretty much hell. But seriously, he didn’t need that shared with Harrington. That guy is being weird enough about this already. 

Billy hates that he kind of wants to. Wants to wash his hair, which feels grimy and flat from being slept on so much. Wants to pick it with a comb while it’s damp, give it some lift, rub it dry with a t-shirt so it won’t frizz… and yeah, maybe spray it in place a little. And he really fucking hates that the town pretty boy, with his head of brunette fluff and nothing else, understands that so well. 

He dumps the can in the trash and makes sure Steve can see it in there.

***

Holly retrieves the board and kicks her way back over with it. Billy mentally checks off that box in his head. Yeah, he’ll probably make her do it some more just so she’s quiet for longer. He’s gonna milk the promise of that graduation whistle for as long as he can. But the kid can clearly already kick. 

“Don’t scuff them,” she reminds him when he must run a thumb over the rim of the goggles in the wrong way or something. Billy sighs internally. Clearly Harrington’s next generation of kids are already forming their attachments to him. Which means Billy is going to have to see him shuttling kids to and from the pool well after his current bunch gets their licenses. 

“I’m not scuffing Steve’s shitty goggles, kid,” he snaps.

“They’re my goggles now,” she says, the imperious tone grating in the same way her brother’s does. And her sister’s. Fucking Wheelers, man. “And you should be nicer to Steve.”

“Steve isn’t even here. Why does it matter?” Billy sets the goggles on the side of the pool so the kid can stop glowering at him. 

“Because he said I should be nice to you,” she says,  tossing the boogie board up onto the poolside where it turns the stones darker with a splatter of water. 

God Billy wants a fucking cigarette. “Can’t imagine why he did that. We’re not friends.”

***

“We’re not buddies, Harrington.” There’s venom in Billy’s voice, but Steve just looks tired. And kind of frustrated, like he knows he opened his mouth too wide and can’t take it back now. 

“I didn’t say we were. Or that we were going to be.”

He didn’t. But ‘I can help with your PT if you want’ isn’t exactly something to say to the guy you had a fistfight with a few months ago. It’s a nice offer and it’s coming after too many goddamn nice things, and Billy… Billy is over it. Harrington just keeps showing up and talking and trying to act like he and Billy are just gonna be nice to each other. Like that’s a thing that happens in real life. 

“I don’t want your fucking help.”

“I know.” And Steve sounds like he does know. Maybe he knows exactly how much Billy hates every second he insists on sitting in that plastic chair, hates every chipper word out of his mouth. And still keeps coming like a sadist. Or a masochist. Or both in one fucking punching bag of a package. 

“So fuck off! Stop showing up to visit me, stop leaving shit around my room life a fucking creeper! Get on with your shitty life, maybe go collect some more kids to need you!” Billy is sure some of that wounds. If Steve’s fall from grace in his senior year was a Greek tragedy, his languishing in a humiliating job while everyone else went off to college was some depressing Dickens shit. The kind where everyone knows, and everyone judges and tuts about it. But other than a little tightening in the jaw, Steve doesn’t react. 

Billy’s stomach does. Turns sour and roils and wants to take it all back as badly as Steve wanted to take back his offer to help. But the words are out and it’s full steam ahead, and he’s slapping his palm repeatedly against the button to call the nurse before Steve can do something stupid like apologize, like he’s the one who did something wrong. 

Steve doesn’t visit again. He can’t. Billy tells the nurses he doesn’t want him in there, and never asks if he tries to come back.

***

“You know, if you’re not nice to people, then no one will by nice to you,” Holly tells him, breaking Billy out of his reverie. The wisdom of a 6-year-old. “But if you’re nice, like to Steve, then maybe you can be friends.”

“Wow, is that how friends work?” Billy rolls his eyes, but it’s probably lost on Holly since he has sunglasses on. “Consider me fuckin’ schooled.”

Holly grasps at the lip of the pool a few times , trying to pull herself out. It doesn’t work, so she just waves a hand at Billy’s arm until he obliges and holds it out to her. She grabs it and pull herself out of the water, planting her butt back on the corner of the pool.

“Thank you,” she says. “Now you say ‘you’re welcome’ to me.”

“Trying to improve my manners, kid?”

“Yes. Good manners make it easier to make friends.”

Billy sighs and hands her back her goggles. His brain hurts, and his chest feels a little tight from too much thinking. Too many memories that are still fresh enough to sting. A cursory glance at the row of moms confirms that no, Karen didn’t stick around. Definitely a guilt thing.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we skip the rest of the baby lessons today and I buy your silence with a popsicle from the staff freezer?”

Holly, like all smart kids, knows when she’s got a good offer on the table. She nods immediately, fitting Steve’s goggles back on her head. “Deal.”

Billy stands up and heads for the staff office, with small, wet footsteps slapping the ground behind him. Holly might be okay. She’s a quick kid, and not quite as annoying as her siblings. Yet. She might even be right about a few things too. 

And with any luck, as long as there’s a decent stash of flavors to barter with in the freezer, she might even be useful in figuring out how Steve likes people to be nice to him. 

#my writing #harringrove #harringrove fanfic #billy/steve #pre-relationship #I'm sure I'm not the only one who wondered what it looked like to see Billy Hargrove giving swimming lessons to a child #I feel like Billy wouldn't necessarily be nice to kids #but he'd have their respect by not being fake nice #that makes sense in my head so let's go with that #I am very tired

[gatorplanet]

Brahms Heelshire Headcanons pt. 2

-He likes to cut Greta's hair when she needs it trimmed

This one's kind of obvious. Since he cuts her hair in the movie, I feel like he'd gladly trim her hair for her. It'd be a good alternative to leaving the Heelshire Manor, too— Though Greta wouldn't like the idea of him casually keeping the pieces he cut. Obviously, Brahms would expect the same treatment; after all, she is his nanny. He'd not only enjoy the pampering, but also her gentle touch. However, he would handle the shaving himself. He doesn't want her to see too much under his mask. The cut itself would be choppy and not very good, but the idea would be nice.

-Brahms would be like, besties with Vincent Sinclair and Billy Lenz

now I don't know much about Billy Lenz, just the movie he's from and that he's a creepy wall stalker like my boy Brahms. I see a lot of people draw them or pair them up as friends, and I can see it. On the other hand, Vincent and Brahms I can definitely see being best friends. Not only are they both quiet, but they're both artistic and reclusive. Brahms works with a collection of different mediums (such as sketching, music studies like violin, maybe a little bit of painting here and there, maybe some writing), and Vincent works with clay/wax/sculpting, paint, architecture. I feel like they would be able to get each other out of creative ruts, and just be able to hang out and do their own thing. They both know how to just enjoy the company of one another, not necessarily having to be doing something together.

-Brahms is good at poker and other card games

sure, he's never really had anyone to play with, unless the rats count, but over time he'd learn the tricks of cardery, since he's been alone for so long. I also feel like he could be pretty good at chess- just a little rusty. Again, not much practice with others, but he would've played when he was younger. He could have studied tips and tricks with all his spare time.

- He hates wearing socks

I mean honestly. I used to hate wearing socks around the house when I was a kid. Out of the house, yeah, sure. But just wandering around the house? No. I feel like Brahms would be the same way, except he never leaves the house. I feel like he wouldn't like the cloth feeling. The material would kind of limit and suffocate his feet, or at least he'd feel like it anyway. And since I think a lot of kids generally don't like wearing socks around the house, he'd never really leave that mentality obviously.

-He was a lot closer with his mom than his father.

This can be backed up by the fact that Mrs. Heelshire was way more upset by the "death" of her son than Mr. Heelshire. Brahms would have been standoffish with Mr. Heelshire the more he grew up, because he later views himself as the man of the mansion as opposed to his father. I mean, he does kind of run everything— his parents, how they do things, the servants (indirectly). Mrs. and Mr. Heelshire both already know Brahms is still alive, but Mr. Heelshire is the only one that speaks about Brahms in a manner that might be considered ill (during the scene that Malcom tells Greta about Mr. Heelshire drinking and telling him a little more about Brahms in the pool room). Brahms almost definitely heard this and began to turn more on his father. His mother on the other hand, constantly babying him and the doll, had gained his trust and compassion- he knew he could boss her around. He knew she'd provide what he wanted.

-He would like gardening but have no idea how to actually do it

he would definitely grow herbs, some fruits, and flowers. not really veggies. he'd try to have Greta help teach him how to properly garden, but she wouldn't be able to help much given not only does she not have experience, but she's also reluctant to let him go outside much at all. of course he'd guilt trip her into it, and then while they're outside he'd see what remained of the old gardens from his mother. run down, dead, flooded and/or frosty (depending on the season), this would upset Brahms; especially when he finds out what happened to his parents. not only would he want to fix it up for his mom's memory, but he'd like the idea of being able to supply food for himself and Greta himself, and hopefully making less opportunity for Malcom to come by.

bonus theory— I don't believe this, personally, but it is an interesting possibility.

-What if Brahms had convinced his parents to drown themselves?

He could talk them into so much, so why not this? He might've slowly and subtlety introduced the idea, talking about how it'd be nice for them, they wouldn't have to deal and worry about him, they'd be able to rest, stuff like that.

He'd know that with them gone, whoever would be his next nanny would be more obligated to stay. this was really an all or nothing kind of deal, because if the nanny didn't stay, he'd have to kill her, and he'd have no parents to be able to find him a new one, although maybe he hadn't thought that far. maybe he was too focused on getting rid of them.

Him and Mr. Heelshire might have been fighting. During the short amount of time Mr. Heelshire was in the movie, you could tell he was aggravated. Sure, because he knew what he was getting into. Who wouldn't be aggravated in a situation like that? But what if it wasn't that, and instead it was because of Brahms and him arguing? Mr. Heelshire might have been confronting Brahms about what he'd been saying to Mrs. Heelshire (about trying to convince her to unalive), until finally he'd given up and agreed to it as well. Mr. Heelshire just seemed like he was ready to leave as soon as possible, like he was getting freed from a trap.

Brahms might have not realized they were serious, causing him great emotional distress when Greta gets him out of the walls and maturing. He'd obviously blame it on himself, since he convinced them to do it after all. When he'd confess to Greta, she'd slowly realize that, yes, they really did kill themselves. The note, Brahms telling of the story, and just how long they've been gone.

#slashers #the boy #brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #the boy 2016 #slasher memes #slasher fucker #headcanon

[jinxthequeergirl]

A star above them all

Steve Harrington x henderson! reader

Summary: there was a time you and steve got along really well now that your world is ending for what feels like the hundrth time you reconnect

Requested by anon: i saw ur taking steve requests lol i wanna know if i can request some after starcourt mall fluff/angst with a steve x henderson!reader? and dustin being kinda protective over the reader? idk, you dont have to do this is you dont want to!!

Warning: swearing

Also a friend of mine actually did this for me and I still have the bead.

Also don't think I did this as good as I hoped.

~~~~~

You remembered very vividly being friends with steve harrington from kindergarten up until sixth grade.

  You also remembered that in. Sixth  grade you went through a rough patch in your life. Steve was there to help.

  It was in the art room just after lunch had started. You were alone crying over a drawing you worked hard on. "Y/n?"  

      "Go away steve!" to him that meant come have a seat. He pulled up a seat next to you and looked at you sadly "What's this?" Before you could stop him He pulled the page from under you and frowned.

   "Who did this? You worked really hard on this!" you grabbed it from his hand and turned away. It was the classes latest assignment. Free hand anything you wanted.

  You took a photo from your family's photo album and painted it You worked so hard you came in before school, during lunch, and after school. When you finished your art teacher told the class that she would be featuring in the art show.

  You were so proud, steve was proud, your family was proud. Until you came in the next week and found red paint smeared across it. The teacher told you she had to pull it from the show. Leaving you here.

   "I'm sick of it Steve...I'm sick of Tammie doing This stuff to me..." he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around on the stool. "Listen to me!" He took the paper from you and slammed it on the table.

  "They really are just jealous! I mean who wouldn't be? You are talented and funny, not to mention you have me as a best friend." You chuckled rubbing a tear away.

   He stopped and got up and grabbed something from across the room. "And here." He took your hand and placed a small handful of beads in it.

   "See this cool glow in the dark star bead? That's you!" he put "you" in the center of your palm.

    "And all these other boring beads they're Tammie and everyone else who isn't you...or me." he held one up to show you before chucking it across the room.

  "Just get rid of them! Ignore them! They don't matter!" you laughed and soon enough joined him in throwing them across the room.

    "Mr.Harrington. miss Henderson!" You turned to each other and laughed and you closed your palm around the single star bead in you hand.

  And that night you went home tore the charm off a necklace you always wore and replaced it with the star.

  It was always a constant reminder to you that no one who put you down mattered.

  Even after you started highschool and steve left you for Tommy h, And Nancy wheeler. You still wore the necklace to remind yourself that it even counted for him.

 You and Robin took lead with Erica beside you as you walked down the tunnel of the Russian base. "So how's you y/n-"

  "No,nope."

Steve looked at Dustin confused. "What?"

"Listen I know what happened between you and y/n. And I know we're friends and all but it's my job as her brother- "

"Younger brother." Steve stated.

  "As her brother to make sure she stays happy besides you've got robin."

  "C'mon henderson-"

"Nooooo."

   After everything in star court was over. The flayed dead, the gate finally closed again. You sat on the floor of the upper level next to Steve wanting to cry.

"I can't believe you kept it...after all these years."

You looked over at the boys beaten and bloody face.

"What?"

   "The necklace." you looked down at the little star around your neck. "Oh huh...yea I do."

 "I'm sorry...for What I did to you in high school…"

  "It's whatever Steve.." you got up and started to head down to make sure everyone else was ok.

 "Hey no it's not!"

He caught up with you and fell into step.

"Steve...really now is not the time to be apologizing for one of many doughy things you've done. And listen it's fine my brother likes you and whatever and it was nice to be able to talk to you again even though our lives were on the line...but I know you'll just go back to ignoring my existence even now that you've got robin."

  You hurried over to will and Lucas who both raced into your arm. Leaving Steve there. After the second time this happened. And You saved his ads from Billy he realized how much he missed You.

  You were all sent outside to ambulances and wrapped in blankets. Steve though he was in conversation with robin couldn't help but look over to the ambulance you say in, he watched with a warm smile as you quickly got up and ran across the parking lot to engulf Dustin in a hug.

 "Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

You both seeming asked at the same time. You both fell to your knees hugging each other.

Dustin got up and came over to Steve. "Hey."

"Hey…"

 "Listen you know what I said about staying away from y/n"

Steve nodded and shrugged. "Yea but you didn't necessarily say stay away from her-"

  "I did in not so many words shit head...just shut up and listen…"

Steve nodded And looked at him.

  "I know she misses you and I know that she needs you...so maybe...it wouldn't be the worst if you tried to talk to her again."

 Steve grinned and looked over to you hopefully. "Well are you gonna go or just state at her?"

   Steve quickly got up and made is way over to you.

 "What, Harrington?"

He sat down next to you.

 "I'm sorry...and before you get all pissy just hear me out!" You turned to him with a shocked look.

 "What?" you shook your head and smiled. "Nothing please continue."

 You two sat there the rest of the night. You finally allowed Steve to apologize and the both of you stayed there until it was all over. Just talking and catching up.

 You fell asleep on his shoulder on the way home and he was happy again.

~three weeks later~

"Ya know I'm gonna miss that sailor outfit."

Steve smiled as he turned around to face you. In three you agreed to give him a chance and start dating him. And You had to admit you where happy.

"What? My video store outfit isn't good enough."

You rolled your eyes and kissed him quickly pulling a movie from the stack in his arms.

  "How about a movie at my place tonight, mom's out, Dustin is with the gang.."

He smiled. "Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss being with my star again for a second." You raised your eyebrow at him. "Your star?" he smiled.

"Yea Steve's star? It's...it's got a ring to it font you think." You laughed and he leaned over to kiss you again. But someone launched popcorn at the both of you.

 "You make me sick." you laughed at robin and pulled some from your hair throwing it back at her

#steve harrington x reader

[reaganscrown]

The Proof and the Witness - short story written by @reagansstuff

We all trotted along the forests pathway. Mother told me to never leave the pathway, to avoid getting lost. Amongst us were Callister, Navi and Riley. Callister is a spoiled brat who thinks he can do whatever he pleases and often takes a lot of dares as his own risk. Navi is a new girl from our school. She comes from India and it is fascinating to hear her talk about her country's diverse culture. Riley, nonetheless, is my best friend. He is like my second half. Singular as he is, he always keeps me warm company whenever my day isn't going well, as I do the same for him. As tired as we were, we hurried onwards to find a nice quiet spot where we could stop for lunch break. We found it... but I wouldn't necessarily say that it was pleasing to see. The forest was dark and gloomy and blurred our visions, but all I remember seeing was several shrubs covered of blood and all around were broken twigs and patchy grass. Not far from there, was found a swamp filled with dead fish.

- I propose we eat elsewhere. Suggested Riley.

I couldn't be against him on that. This place was disgusting and there was no point in staying.

- It's true. This place is unpreserved and highly unhygienic. I get the goosebumps just by being here. Added Navi.

It reminded me of this scene in this movie I've recently watched called "In the eye of the Beholder".

- You guys are just a bunch of babies. Grow up and put your big man pants. This place isn't bad at all. Do you know how many dares I can challenge Billy Marner at this spot? He'll loose all of them! That's for sure! Replied Callister.

He continued with an evil laugh, while the rest of us were staring in each other's eyes, wondering what we should do to convince him.

Billy Marner is another kid from our school. Between him and Callister, life has always been a competition. They always confront each other with stupid extremely dangerous (even deadly) dares. Don't know how all this started but all I know is that it all beginned ever since 4th grade.

-Alright, let's not quarrel and waste our energy on this. Len, what do you think of this? Questioned Riley.

They all turned their faces towards me. I stood by them like stone, fixed and rigid.

-Hm... Riley and Navi are right. We should probably find another place. This forest is broad and I've been hiking with father here multiple times (which was a lie). We might be able to find another location 30 mins from here.

-Urgh... fine. But you guys wait till I tell Billy Marner. Callister responded, with an irritated tone.

Riley rolled his eyes as we continued, on our way to some unknown location. I started gaining some worrying afterthoughts of whether we should have even come to this forest in the first place. It's strange... on all the hikes I've been to in my life, this place was like the somber disconsolate graveyards, the unwelcoming depictions of the bottom of the sea or even the engulfing ashes at the gates of the underworld... something didn't feel right.

Crunch!

-What was that? I asked.

Nobody responded but I wouldn't blame them. After all, they were all as confused and as frozen as I was. To break the silence, Riley finally said:

-Navi, are you alright? You look all pale, like you've just seen/met the devil in person.

Navi muffled. We could hear from her slow and steady breaths that she was petrified. We all were, as the man's worst enemy is the Unknown.

Callister slowly started looking down, and in his eyes we only saw pure terror.

-Um...guys, I think I stepped on something.

-What is it? Riley asked, in a hoarse voice.

- i-i don't know. Whimpered Callister, in a voice of uncertainty.

We were all scared. But all I knew was that this "thing" we found, was keeping us from moving forward and eventually one of us had to discover what it was. Took me some time but I took my courage at two hands and slowly crouched to where Callister's foot still stood. The "thing" we found was covered with dead leaves so I started brushing them off, one by one. When it was clear enough to see what it was, I stopped.

-Is this a sort of... mummy? I murmured to myself.

-A what? Questioned Riley.

-Nothing. I answered.

I stayed quiet.

I thought that maybe if I didn't say anything it would prevent from making matters worse but it certainly didn't.

Riley stepped up and knelt down towards it. He was looking down at the dead body... annoyed... confused.

-We shouldn't stay here any longer. He said in a rough voice.

-We shouldn't... I affirmed.

-I have to do something first...

We didn't know what he meant by that but all we could do was stay and watch. He slowly advanced towards Callister, one step... and another... and another.

He drawed his hand to his pocket. I didn't know exactly what he was reaching for, nor his true intentions, but i continued to observe him. At a slow pace, he got his hand out and instead appeared a fist. Even if I tried, I thought, I know that at this instant I'd be uncapable to get the object he was hiding, so firmly in his palm. He was still walking, in a leisurely way, slow and steady... slow and steady.

Suddenly, an obscure idea came to mind. And just as if he had read my face, he declared:

-Yes... that's right.

-No. I whimpered. Don't do it.

The words didn't quite come out like I wanted. Instead, I spoke each syllable with fear and delay. I closed my eyes for a minute, and imagined the ill-lit room I'd be brought to if it were to happen. The inspector trying to force the words out of me, as if I didn't have a say in what was happening.

A shriek occurred. Crows flew as fast as the wind, as if their lives were in game. A cold silence had been installed at that very moment. Navi's eyes and and mine grew larger with surprise.

-What have you done? I sobbed.

-Nothing. No one will know. The proof and the witness are gone now.