Steve brushing Eddie's hair 🥰💖

LNC: STEVE HARRINGTON (inspo)

admiring their handiwork

Mind if I borrow this for a sec?

Eddie: I'm gonna prank him by calling him Steve

Robin: I don't understand. That's his name

Steve: *walks around the corner*

Eddie: Hey Steve

Steve:

Eddie: Steve?

Steve: Are you mad at me?

Eddie: oh no, I'm sorry Stevie. Come here big boy

Robin: Oh, I see

Eleven going straight to Cherry Lane after a huge blow-out argument with Mike, hoping to hash it all out with Max and get some advice, but when she gets there it’s Billy who answers the door. 

“Sorry, kid,” he tells her, because Max isn’t home and he’s not sure when she’ll be back. Eleven is disappointed, of course she is, but she apologizes for bothering Billy and turns to leave. “Hold up,” he says, because there’s no cars around, no bikes in the driveway — she walked all this way, and the clouds are gathering fast, and this quiet, kind-of-weird girl is shockingly the only one of Maxine’s friends that he can tolerate. She doesn’t grate on his nerves like the others, and he’s already heard the rumblings of thunder. “At least wait out the rain,” he says, pointing up at the sky. He turns back into the house and leaves the front door open.

Eleven follows him inside. The TV is on, muted, captions flicking across the screen, some heavy metal band with big hair and dark make-up giving an interview to a poised young reporter. El can’t decide who looks more out of place. Billy’s music is on loud enough to shake the walls. She wanders into the kitchen where there’s a still-smoking cigarette in an ashtray on the table, sandwich fixings spread out over the counter. Billy asks if she’s hungry, already taking out an extra plate, so she lets him make her lunch. 

“So,” he says, back turned, “what’d he do this time?”

He’s not sure why he asks. Maybe he’s just bored. Maybe he just doesn’t want to sit in awkward silence, waiting for the rain to stop or for Max to come home, whichever comes first. Maybe he can tell that El is upset. Maybe he actually cares.

“What?” Eleven is clearly confused, doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“Mike,” Billy says matter-of-factly. “That’s why you’re looking for Maxine, right? Your boyfriend’s a dumbass?” 

He’s so casual about it. In fact, El has never seen him this relaxed before. And there is a familiarity, Max’s words in Billy’s mouth, because she’s always calling Mike all sorts of names, dumbass and jackass and dipshit. So El says, “Yes.”

She thanks Billy when he slides a sandwich in front of her, watching him cautiously as he sits across from her and digs into his own. There’s something disarming about him today. He’s always intimidated her a little bit, something about the…well, the everything about him that set her on edge. He’s big, his loud, he’s strong. She knows he can be mean. But right now he’s tapping his foot to some rock song on the radio, wiping mustard from the corner of his mouth, tamping out his cigarette because she wrinkled her nose at the smell, and she is struck by how natural it all feels.

“So,” he says again, “what’d he do?” 

And El takes a deep breath and she tells Billy everything. She tells him about how Mike ditched her for a Hellfire Club meeting, about how he never even told her about the campaign, about how he never taught her how to play D&D even though he’d promised time and time again.

Billy listens intently, earnestly, and when El is finished they both sit there in silence for one beat, two, and then Billy says, “He’s a shithead.” El laughs. Billy does, too, but he doubles down. “I’m serious. I mean, listen, anyone that’s gonna pick some fantasy bullshit over his girl? There’s something wrong up here.” He points to his head. “And that’s his fucking problem.”

El nods along, because she likes everything that Billy is saying. They talk a little more as the rain patters against the windows. She helps him clean up the dishes and they retreat into the living room, where Billy turns down the music and unmutes the TV. There’s music videos playing now, and Billy explains to El who the bands are, names off each member, offers bits of trivia. This is where Max finds them when she gets home, fresh off her 10th first date with Lucas after their 9th break-up, and she’s shocked to find Eleven and Billy together, is even more shocked to learn that El has been there for hours. She joins them on the couch and El catches her up to speed. Billy excuses himself, makes up some excuse about being girl talked-out, but he ruffles El’s hair as he leaves, already shifting her place in his social hierarchy and plotting how he might fuck with Mike Wheeler the next day. He’s got a second little sister now, and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone treat her like shit.

STRANGER NICER THINGS 📕 series

💚steddie || ronance💛 parralels / chaotic 😜 gay || cool 😐 bi

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# I’ve Connected the Two Dots

peanut butter sweetheart

dumb

the word sat on the bed of steve’s tongue like peanut butter. like a big, fat fuckin’ spoonful of it. you know. the one that always sounds like a good idea until you have the spoon in your mouth and it glues your jaw shut

today was a peanut butter day

a dumb day

steve felt it first, felt his jaw get stuck with that peanut butter ache, in chem. when he got called on and didn’t get the answer out fast enough before the teacher moved on to ask someone else

he felt it again at lunch. when he cracked a joke and nancy rolled her eyes

felt it again at his locker. when tommy walked by and grabbed the d-minus paper he’d just gotten back in u.s. history out of his hand

again in the car. when he asked dustin to start his story over again and heard him huff

dumb

he was up in his room now and this book was dumb. book. play. hamlet. whatever.

nothing about it made any sense and steve was feeling it today. feeling dumb today. bad. peanut butter on his tongue

actual peanut butter sounded like a better idea than hamlet. better than dumb

he left the book, play, whatever on his bed and went downstairs, to the kitchen. reached up into the cabinet for the skippy jar and then into the drawer next to the sink for a spoon

hopped up to sit on the counter as he unscrewed the top. dug the spoon in, around, put a big, fat fuckin’ spoonful of peanut butter right in his mouth

felt it glue his whole jaw up

just like he knew it would. like a dumbass

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“It’s this stupid hat, I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature.”

insp. 

Robin: *banging on the door* Billy, Open up!

Billy: well, it all started when my parents relationship went to shit-

Nancy: no. She meant the do-

Steve: no! Let him finish!

Steve Harrington and his one braincell.

Just a thought

So like Robin is I think the wiki says 17 which means she's probably working the summer before she goes into her senior year of high school And most seniors in high school normally get a prom just imagine her being like I don't have a date to prom Steve you're coming with me and the shock anyone at prom seeing this band nerd walking into prom with Hawkins high alum bad boy.

“Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.”