#jonathan byers drabble

[moonydoodlez]

jonathan likes to hold ur hand while he eats you out there i said it

Thats Right

Pairing: Jonathan x F!reader

Warnings: eating kitty

Wordcount: 281

You squirmed under his tight grip. His hands piercing your hips as he continued pushing them down against the pillow. You couldn't stop the whimpers that escaped your lips.

He chuckled against your clit, the action sending vibrations through your whole body. You moved against his hands and mouth not being able to stay still. His hands snaked up from your hips to your stomach before reaching out for your breast.

You could feel the familiar knot in your stomach as you bucked your hips against his mouth. His hands caressed your body as he explored every inch of you he could reach.

"That's right baby, your doing so good" He murmured against you as he took your hand into his. He rubbed circles on your hand as your moans got louder. His other hand went back to your hips as he pushed your body down so he could get deeper. The knot got tighter and tighter as your body spasmed. Your moans filled the room as you let go.

"You did so good baby" He murmured as he licked you through your orgasm. Your moans got quieter as you came down from your high. He kitten licked your clit a few times making you yelp as you close your legs around his head. He tightened his grip around your hand as he pulled his face away.

You laid there with your eyes closed as his body hovered over yours. He softly planted a kiss to your temple before laying down next to you. He wrapped his arm around you slowly and pulled you flush against his body.

"I love you" He murmured against your skin. Sending tingles down your body.

Masterlist Jonathan Masterlist

[ddejavvu]

jonathan anon again lol!!! I love him so much. how about him introducing shy!you to his mom <3 ur super nervous she won’t like you but she totally adores you

Jonathan's stepped up to slot his keys in the door, and you consider using the time he's not paying attention to you to make your escape. You could do it, beeline back to his car, hotwire it, drive off into the distance with no planned return. But then he might have to walk to school, and you don't want him to have to do that. Before you can decide to sprint anywhere, the lock clicks, and the door swings open at his push.

"Mom," He calls into the house, rather unceremoniously, which makes you nervous, "I'm home, and I brought Y/N!"

"Oh!" A voice comes from the kitchen, honey-sweet but slightly flustered, "Oh, I'll- I'll be right there!"

"Jon-!" You swat at Jonathan's shoulder, hissing at him in a panic, "You said she knew I was coming!"

"No, I said she said you could come over anytime," He corrects you, dropping his backpack on the couch, "So I brought you over today."

This is a disaster. You're now an unexpected, barely-invited guest in the Byers household, and only your boyfriend really wants you there. You've met Will a handful of times, during pick-up or drop-off or just out and about, and he seems to like you, but you're sure he doesn't want you popping up in his living room unannounced. You'd been invited for dinner by your boyfriend, but you're not sure his mother has made enough, so you're not only intruding on their life, but you're putting the extra stress of another mouth to feed on her plate, and she's going to hate you for the burden you're causing, and-

"Will you stop burning holes in the wall? That's a picture of me, you know," Jonathan scoffs, tramping over to where you'd been zoning out to panic and pulling the frame off of the wall, "You're supposed to think I'm cute."

"That's- That is cute," You wanted to respond with a lot more fire than that, due to the nature of your boyfriend's planning abilities, but admittedly, the baby photo of him in nothing but a diaper is adorable. You can see the chubby rolls of his arms and legs, and his stomach pudges out in a round shape you're sure his mother kissed a thousand times.

"-but this is not fair to your mom! She probably didn't make enough, and now I look rude for showing up unannounced, and-"

"She always makes more than enough," He assures you, setting the picture frame down on the table and taking your hands in his. He has a way of looking at you while he speaks that calms the frantic beating of your panicked heart, and you let yourself get lost in his comforting aura for a moment. "She makes one giant meal on Monday nights, then we eat the leftovers until Sunday. Your one portion will not destroy the fabric of the household, Y/N."

"But it'll be one less portion for someone else," You fret, and you know his resulting glare is meant kindly.

"Will has a bad habit of sneaking into the kitchen for midnight meals. You'll just be preventing me from waking up to hear the microwave at one in the morning, babe. You're doing everyone a favor, here. Plus, my mom really wants to meet you. She bugs me every day about bringing you here, just because you're unexpected doesn't mean you're unwanted. Okay?"

You hear frantic footsteps from the kitchen, and nod before she has a chance to catch you in a freak-out, "Okay, Jon, okay."

"Okay." He grins at you, turning in sync with you just in time to see Joyce round the corner out from the kitchen, stuffing an apron onto the counter that she's clearly just taken off.

Her face lights up when she sees you, especially when she notices that Jonathan still has one of your hands in his own. She rushes for a hug, gushing "Hello!", and you're happy to let her engulf you in her embrace.

"Hi," You return just as enthusiastically, if not a little nervous, "Hi, I- I hope I'm not intruding."

You ignore the way Jonathan huffs out a sigh at your near-apology.

"No! No," Joyce pulls back from the hug, keeping her hands on your shoulders and shaking her head, a deep frown over her features, "No honey, not at all! I mean," She brightens, eyes wide, "I was really starting to think he'd made you up, or something! I mean I've been asking for ages, I- I was starting to worry." She concludes, a little drearily. Jonathan had admitted that he was nervous to bring you over in case you were expecting something better, something nicer, something newer, but a newer house with newer contents wouldn't hold the memories you see so plainly here, and you look around to admire the photos displayed.

"It's wonderful here," You promise, feeling Joyce's hands drop to your own and squeeze, "I've never seen baby pictures of Jonathan."

"Oh, I have a bunch." She grins, and Jonathan pales beside you.

"She's seen one!" He attempts to diffuse her excitement, "The- the one on the wall, mom. She's seen me in a diaper, isn't that enough?"

"No, she needs to see you in your Donald Duck Halloween costume," She insists, "After dinner- we're having spaghetti, honey, I hope that's okay." She cuts herself off to peer worriedly at you, and you nod vigorously.

"Oh, great! Okay, after dinner, I'll get the photo albums down, alright? And we can make fun of him," She looks far too eager to tease her son, "Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great," You laugh, at the same time Jonathan groans the opposite.

"Oh, stop," She swats at his chest, "You get to see her all the time, now let me take over."

"Not if you're gonna embarrass me!" Jonathan gripes, turning to you, "Y/N, don't hold my preschool drawings against me. I've gotten better with time, I swear."

"He hasn't," Joyce stage-whispers to you, then gushes to Jonathan, "Of course you have, sweetheart."

She's tugging you off to the dinner table without another word, and you glance back with a grin at Jonathan who looks half-mortified and half-fond.

"Now, sit," She pulls a chair out at the table for you, "And talk, I wanna know everything about you!"

[wroteclassicaly]

Could you write some fluffy summer fun with Jonathan? 👀

Jonathan taking you to a flower field to photograph you on a summers’ day.

~*~

You wore the dress for him specifically. And it seems to be a hit everywhere that you go today (the grocery to get picnic supplies, a bouquet for your apartment, Nancy and Robin’s home, and Joyce when she answered the cabin door). It was a simple yellow sundress with straps, frills around the hemming and bodice, and it pulled you in at all of the right places. You wore light makeup, a cute pair of thrifted sandals, and the pendant Jonathan got for you on your last birthday — the charm, engraved with your favorite flower. Feeling like a million bucks, Joyce informed you he was still getting ready, but that you could finally enter the newly separate entrance to the add-on (beside the cabin) that they built for him to have his privacy. He’d been watching out the window, distracted by his delicious excitement that never fails to happen when he knows he’s getting to see you.

Before you could rasp your knuckles to the door, it was open and he was engulfing you into his arms, taking your hand to spin you around in a twirl — yellow fabric swirling past your vision as your dress spread out. You’re both laughing by the time he’s got you close, hands joined together.

“Someone’s excited.”

“Can’t help it if I missed you, can I?”

You smile softly, your pinkies linking, his other hand sliding to cup your cheek as you lean in for a soft kiss. He smells like fresh laundry, Irish Spring, and that musky cologne he bought last summer in Indianapolis at the mall. It’s a simple baby blue t-shirt that he wears, black converse, and blue jeans. He breaks away reluctantly, a few more simple pecks. “Let me go grab my camera bag, baby.”

He’s in and out before you can even finish getting the picnic basket from your car. You know that you’ll be in his room by nightfall, so you don’t follow this time. He takes your hand and begins to walk with you through the lush, re-grown greenery. You both remember, wilted flowers and ashy death not so long ago. But everything is right, it’s green, and as you come into sight of the flower field and its various colors - you squeeze his hand extra tight.

He snaps the peaceful overlook of a now normal Hawkins. You kick off your sandals and let the sun warmed grass caress your toes. Briefly breaking from him, he watches you take it all in, fingertips tickling across overgrown blades of grass, petting wildflowers as you pass them by. He starts snapping immediately, a mist filtering across his sclera. You turn back to him the moment the wind catches your dress and a baby blue sky flickers behind as a backdrop.

Jonathan swallows harshly, nostrils flaring, exhaling languidly. He flips the lid on his bag to find another lens, eyes mulling over the small, olive green box stashed in the corner pocket. He runs his fingers across it, popping the lid to check in on the ring, before closing his bag and standing to approach you.

[luveline]

omg i was in such a sad mood last night and I cried myself sick for no reason and I was wondering if I could make a request for some comfort from maybe Jonathan. Please only write this if you want to or have time ❤️ love you Jadey <33

I hope you're feeling better my love ♥ thank you for ur request, I hope this is OK!

"It's alright," Jonathan insists, looking at you with a mixture of surety and worry. Steadying you, but worried at the same time. "Take a breather."

You try to do what he asks but nothing feels right, lately, or maybe it does but the breathlessness taking up all the space in your chest wants you to think otherwise. He can see it on your face, the thought process, the dawning panic. 

"Hey," he says gently, your joined hands between you, standing in the middle of his room. 

Of all the places you could've broken down, neither of you were expecting it to be in amongst his socks and books. 

"Hey, hey," he says, softer each time. "It's okay. I'm right here." 

"I think it all might be really bad," you say. You laugh but the laugh doesn't last, it cracks down the middle. 

"It's not all bad," he reassures you.

You hang your head. You hate crying in front of him, especially this sort of sobbing, the helpless kind like a little kid poking at their scraped knees. You can't stop thinking about the things that are upsetting you. 

Luckily, Jonathan isn't easily dissuaded. He had to grow up fast, you know that. He's looked after everyone who needed it for years, and he's adept at calming people down. 

"It's okay," he says. 

Jonathan ducks his head, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He's handsome in an understated way, what with his dark eyes, his pert nose. Hair you'd convinced him to let you trim in the name of keeping cool in California curls sweetly under his ears. "Tell me what's wrong?" 

"I just don't feel very well." It's a white lie. You're crying is making you feel sick. It's starting to feel worse than what upset you in the first place. 

"You're not gonna throw up. I know you won't. Here," he walks you backward into his desk chair, "sit down." 

You sit and Jonathan pushes the chair toward his window. He opens it as wide as the hinges will allow to let the breeze kiss your warm cheeks, cooling tears in tacky trails down the slopes of your face and the ridge of your jaw. Jonathan strokes your hair so gently it barely feels like he's touching you at all.

"Sorry," you say. 

Jonathan wipes your cheeks with the side of his hand. He doesn't lift it from your face: careful, he rests the back of it flat to your skin, the short nail of his index finger smoothing against your puffy undereye. You focus on that small sensation, eyes scrunched closed and a pounding misery at your temple. 

"There," he says, taking your face into his palm. "Good job, honey. You really wound yourself up. You scared me." He abandons your damp cheeks in favour of your shoulders, thumbs rubbing the sides of your neck. 

"Jon, you have to stop touching me for a second," you say regretfully. 

He holds up his hands. 

You suck in a big breath and hold it, wiping your face and your snotty nose with your sleeves, brushing baby hairs displaced by sweat back into place. For a few seconds, you sit and try to look less like you're one strong gust of wind from falling over. Jonathan watches anxiously.

You rub your eyes. "Will you hug me now?" you ask.

He kneels at your feet. "I would have hugged you before."

"Didn't want to get snot in your hair," you say, groaning as he wraps his arms behind your back. 

"Ew," he murmurs, the cadence of his voice lilting, like he might sing under his breath. His lips brush the shell of your ear. "I'd let you."

You shiver in his arms, completely collapsed, face digging deeper and deeper into his neck. He doesn't complain, only readjusts his hold to make you more comfortable. 

"It's okay if something's getting to you. You can tell me." 

"What if… I'm upset for no reason?" you ask tentatively. 

Jonathan gives your shoulders a little squeeze and a bigger shake. "That's okay too, duh. Just tell me what to do to make you feel better instead." 

"This is fine," you say, lips pressed greedily to the slip of skin just above his collar. "This is good." 

Jonathan stays there for ages, so long his knees must burn from the position, but he doesn't say a word. He hugs you for as long as you need him to, and then a little bit after that.

[darklcy]

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

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‣ a late night outing with jonathan

‣ jonathan byers x reader | stranger things mastelist | 446 words | short drabble, lots of rotten fluff

‣ brought to you by flash - cigarettes after sex

The ray of the street lamp bounced off the top of his ford and onto the tops of your shoes, your cheeks, your tousled hair that’d just been torn away from pillowcases. It was a bit embarrassing to be greeting him in an oversized abba t-shirt and leggings, shoelaces untied due to the rush the adrenaline of sneaking out enveloped you with.

His grin was cheeky and eager, excited to be encouraging you to commit such a sinful act that was escaping your bedroom to meet him in the early hours of the morning. You yanked open the passenger door and slid into the seat, returning his smile with a bashful one of your own. 

"Hi." “Hi.”

His hand squeezes the top of your seat as he takes in your appearance.

“You look pretty.”

You swatted his arm. “You’re being nice.”

“Just being honest.”

Jonathan was as sweet as fruit. It warmed the skin on your face and suffocated your pulse underneath your rib cage. The rhythm of your heartbeat lost its balance when you were around him. You hoped he didn’t notice.

His hand returned back to the wheel as he switched from park to drive, swerving away from your house and into the empty, lonely streets of Hawkins, lowly lit from spread apart street lamps and covered in trees. It was times like this, when the moon watched over the world from her highest peak, where it felt like it was just you and him. You and Jonathan. 

No one else could enter this world of yours. The Hawkins outside couldn’t compare to the Hawkins you experienced with him.

His stereo hummed a low tune of a song from the Clash, and somehow you didn’t feel the need to talk. It was fine being quiet with him, sharing this space was more than enough. His right palm found your hand this time, his thumb rubbing the tops of your knuckles ever so gently.

Shuffling closer to him, your cheek met his shoulder, keeping aware of the gear shift to not interfere with the car’s operation. 

“Don’t fall asleep now, we’re not there yet.”

His voice was breathy and soft, careful to not break the tender atmosphere of your world. You hummed as you fought to keep your eyelids open.

“Mm. How much longer?”

“Just a few more minutes.”

You hummed again. His grip on your hand tightened.

"Ok fine, you can sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“Where are we even going?"

You feel him shrug underneath your cheek.

"Not sure yet."

He plants a kiss to the top of your head, his smile embedding itself into your skin. 

"We'll find out when we get there."

You never want the journey to end.

[spicysix]

wrote a lil spicy six polycule for today's prompt of the STWG daily drabble 🥰 couldn't help myself! so. don't like don't read, all that, no warnings cause it's pure fluff!

"Jonathan!" Five voices in unison yelled at him.

He knew that would be the reaction, and he hid his smirk behind the camera.

"You know I gotta be warned, dude!" Steve complained, running his fingers through his hair, sitting on Argyle's lap.

"Don't call me 'dude' when yesterday I had my mouth on your-"

"HEY! No D word in front of me, please and thank you." Robin said without looking up from Nancy's nails that she was painting.

"Hate when you take pictures of me without warning, though," Steve whined again, and Argyle chuckled before nuzzling his nose through Steve's jaw.

"You don't hate it," he said.

Steve rolled his eyes, fighting the smile that wanted to take over his lips. "No, I don't."

Jonathan's own smile was getting harder to contain as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

Eddie was reading a book, and he didn't look up from it once during the whole conversation. But his own soft smile made it clear that he was paying attention.

"What, I can't take pictures of the people I love the most anymore?" Jonathan asked, pretending to adjust something on the camera's settings.

"You can't use that excuse anymore, it's the same every time." Nancy had her head on Eddie's lap, and her eyes found Jonathan's as she spoke. They were filled with tenderness.

"It's not an excuse, it's the truth," Jonathan answered, and all eyes were on him then.

He let the smile take over his face, eyes wrinkling with all the happiness. It was the truth. And the people in front of him, all looking at him with mirrored smiles, also knew that.

They loved him back just as much.

[alwaysteveswife]

Hello can you do the prompt "you know we need to talk." "about?" "i don't know...last night, maybe?" With Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader, in which Jonathan goes to Reader's house and asks her why she run away when they were kissing passionately at Steve's party and she just answers him that she doesn't want to make the same mistake because boys always use her and they don't want to have a relationship, so she quitted to falling in love and find a boyfriend.

a/n: Hi! Thanks for placing the request, I had a lot of fun doing it 😊. I made some modifications with the age (as the order indicated a past with couples, I thought it would be better to make the characters between 23-25) I hope that detail doesn't bother you 😣.

Ps.: I had some difficulties making it, the power went out and my computer was not available, anyway I tried to do the best I could, I hope you like it 🥲.

You knew that playing this stupid game was idiotic, but you never thought it would get to this level. You told yourself it would have been best to quit the game after Eddie almost knocked the wind out of his girlfriend, or when you had to watch Steve almost touch the crotch of your best friend -and his current girlfriend- in his turn.

Yeah, you definitely should have gone home after that, but here you were, taking that empty beer bottle and spinning it around, praying that you'd get anyone but Jonathan, you appreciated him too much to lose him over a stupid teenage game.

You crossed your fingers behind your back, watching the speed of its spinning slow down more and more, until it stopped completely, and shit, you could almost feel the bile coming back up your throat, would it be weird if you got up and ran away? Because you wanted to, no, you needed to get out of this one.

"Oh, this is going to get interesting" Eddie joked, clapping his hands animatedly.

"Shut the fuck up" snorted Jonathan. The alcohol had stained his cheeks pale pink, his hair was slightly messy and his shirt had the top buttons undone for a few minutes. He looked good, too good for your taste.

"Y/N, you don't need to if you don't want to" said your best friend, smiling suggestively at you. She knew very well your past and, much more importantly, how you were feeling lately together with Jonathan.

"She's right" You looked at Jonathan, who had softened his tone and his look after he had scolded Eddie.

An overly stupid idea struck you like a bolt of lightning, short but shocking. You rose from your post, ignoring the cheers of your old friends and settling into Jonathan's lap.

You preferred to ignore the fact that his hands rested shakily on your hips, that his cheeks-formerly pink-now glowed red. You pushed those nonsensical ideas out of your head, repeating to yourself that it would only be a kiss, one just like all the ones you've given before.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him close to you, barely brushing his lips with yours. The kiss was sweet, at least it would seem so to someone who didn't know it was just a teenage game.

The rule - imposed, of course, by Eddie - was that the kiss had to last at least thirty seconds, to make the moment more fun, according to him. So, when you felt Jonathan relax a little under you, you gently rested the tip of your tongue on his lips, taking advantage of the moment when he gasped so you could go all the way in.

You weren't new at this, for God's sake, you were already 24, a kiss like this you'd had hundreds of times, but, for some reason, you felt it was different from the others. It didn't feel like those other times.

Even though it was a game, he took the trouble to caress your waist, to cup your face between his big hands and give you warmth and security and.... something more.

A pang in your chest accompanied by hundreds of memories of your past love made you pull away as fast as you could. The fear you hadn't felt for so long began to bloom, and he had noticed.

"Alright, who's next?" Robin said cheerfully, her words barely coming out of her mouth with coherence.

With your mind still fuzzy, you got up from the floor and shook out your hair, ignoring the trembling in your legs and hands. That kiss had left you feeling bad, too bad.

"Uhm, I... I think I'll go home, I don't feel so good" you said quietly, quickly stopping your friend when she tried to come after you. "Don't worry, I live nearby, I'll let you know when I get there."

You grabbed your bag and left the house as fast as your feet would allow, trying to stop the incessant pounding of your racing heart. You felt so silly.

When you opened your eyes the next day and realized the mess you had made the night before, you almost fell out of bed, almost. You ran to the bathroom and took the longest shower of your life. You needed to clear your mind and this was the best way for you.

You put on comfortable clothes and sat on the couch in your living room, you stared at a blank spot, hoping you could make an excuse for yesterday's kiss. Sticking your tongue in his mouth was not part of the game.

As you made your coffee - too much of it - a knock sounded at the door. You got up, grunting under your breath, and walked over to it. You peered through the peephole, almost screaming as you saw Jonathan's face on the other side.

"Shit, shit, shit" you groaned under your breath, rushing to close the curtains as quietly as possible. You spun around in circles, looking every 10 seconds at that door you had opened and closed so many times, the same door that, if you touched it now, would ruin your life next to one of your best friends.

"Y/N, I know you're in there, can you open it for me?" Jonathan said, raising his voice so you could hear him perfectly.

"God, shit" you growled, pulling open the curtains again and opening the door, "Jonathan, what are you doing here?" you said with an uncomfortable smile.

"May I come in? I don't think it's appropriate to talk in the middle of the hallway" he said quietly, trying to get you to look him in the face. You did everything you could to stop him from getting his point across.

"Okay, go ahead" you muttered, stepping aside to let him in. You closed your eyes as you smelled the scent of wet earth thanks to being surrounded by forest most of the time. It smelled really good. "Well, would you like something to eat? Or maybe something to drink? I recently bought some really good drinks and-".

"you know we need to talk." Jonathan said, looking at you seriously.

The urge to vomit immediately returned. You pressed your lips together tightly and tried to think of a topic, any topic, but your head was so fuzzy that you just couldn't think of anything.

"About?" you said in a low voice. You felt so miserable and stupid, this had been your fault, you accepted the challenge, you sat on it, you made that brush of lips something far beyond what it should be between two friends.

"i don't know...last night, maybe?" Jonathan moved closer to you, resting his hands on your arms and squeezing them gently, "you can't, no, we can't avoid the subject, it's useless to pretend nothing happened."

You tried to keep your tears from falling by blinking as fast as you could. The flashbacks were coming back, the times when all those idiots rejected you in the worst way, all those friends you lost for doing something similar; you were so scared of losing him now.

"Why not?" You said with a broken voice, looking at the wall next to you, you didn't want to see the disappointment and hate in his eyes, "I know it was wrong, that I went too far, but I don't want to talk about this, I don't want to lose you, you're my best friend and I-".

Jonathan's lips interrupted your spew of words. You gasped in surprise, having to grab his shoulders to keep your balance. It was short compared to yesterday, but the butterflies in your stomach, the nerves, the anxiety, the affection, it was all still there, even a little stronger.

"Y/N" he whispered against your lips, breathing shakily. His eyes, which you could barely make out because of his dilated pupils, looked into your eyes for the first time since yesterday. You felt so small next to him. "Believe me when I tell you I won't walk away from you because of that." He licked his lips, pressing his forehead to yours, "I know you felt the same way I did, I know it was the same reason you wanted to avoid me, but you should know that I would be unable to leave you."

"It scares me" you whispered, pulling away from him a little so you could think better, "I don't... I never had a normal relationship, you know that, all those guys always treated me badly, they cheated on me, I don't feel capable of being able to be in a relationship with someone, I don't want to lose you, not you".

His gaze softened, this time he let his hand fall on your head, leaving a soft caress on it.

"In that case, let me prove to you that I can be the first to be serious with you, to treat you the way you truly deserve" he smiled sweetly, making your cheeks warm and your heart race, "give me a chance to make you happy."

Masterlist.

[harringtons-cupid]

After Dark

Pairing: Coworker! Steve Harrington x fem!reader:

Warnings: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, nicknames, praising, semi-public sex, mentions of smoking, getting high. Swearing, touching. Cum eating, fingering, pussy eating. Making out. Minors do not!!!

W.C: [4k]

Summary: Your shift at the Family Video store with Steve Harrington, results in more than just a passing glance when your boss introduces a 24-hour trial.

Author's note: This is just horny posting, alot of smut or intentions of smut is mentioned in this! I want to thank @stevesxyellowxsweater for helping me write this.

Please reblog to support me! TYSM🤍

There has always been flirting between you and Steve, maybe a cheeky attempt at a pass. But you always got interrupted, whether it be in the break room or as you were opening up.

You and Steve had never really hung out after work, wanting to keep it a strictly work related relationship.

This proved to be difficult when it was clear that you both wanted each other.

It resulted in ass pinches as you served customers, his fingers grazing your clit in the stockroom. You always found each other in the hidden parts of the store, just on the blind spot of particular cameras. And the cameras weren’t programmed to load up until 8:50am. Giving you just enough time for a sneaky kiss or touch.

Your favourite thing that he had done, was begin to eat you out before you were rudely interrupted by a customer banging on the glass doors. You were both hidden behind large display cases of videos, Steve popped his head up with an annoyed look. Not able to continue for the next few days.

The summer holidays were the worst, you and Steve had worked together for 3 days and it was always the period where you spent less time together.

There was less physical interaction, more hand grazing and his semi erect cock pushing against your ass as he leant to help you with a customer.

The heat didn’t help either of you, it meant that you were always in a range of different skirts with your family video uniform on the top. The shortest ones were simply to tease Steve, you knew that he jerked off to the thought of you bending over the counter.

You always wore the smallest of underwear, your favourite dress was blue with thin white stockings and a white thong.

When you had a movement alone, you’d be pushed up against the wall with his hand around your throat. Until the sound of movement appeared outside, he’d transform into a fake smiley Steve.

Not one with a fat throbbing cock.

This summer it was different, it was the middle of June 1986 in Hawkins and you found yourself lusting over someone from outside of work.

Of course, Steve hated this.

“What about us? He hissed behind you as you added a new video onto the shelves.

“Steve, it’s not like I’m with him?” You rolled your eyes, turning to look at him.

“But, babe. We said there was no one else” he followed you like a lost puppy.

You shook your head, hiding your smile behind more videos. He was getting annoyed now, twisting your body around so your back was pushed against the display cage. All the video tapes in your hands dropped to the floor.

He was towering over you now, his hand pressed firmly above your head. The tension was heavy as he stared into your eyes, his lips wet and plump.

You had never slept with him, it was always just playful touches and many almosts. Everyone used to talk about how good in bed Steve was but you enjoyed the chase and the tease.

This jealous version of Steve was turning you on, you wanted him to take you there and then but unfortunately, your boss was in today.

The jingle of the bell startled you both, quickly bending down to pick up the videos. Steve traced his finger across your neck before walking to meet the boss.

You heard them chatting from a distance as you continued your job, your clit was throbbing between your legs.

He drove you crazy and he knew it, so lying about having someone else made him want you more.

You moved onto a different shelf when you looked up from the videos, watching as your boss walked into the back offices. Your eyes flicked onto Steve who shot you a wink before turning his attention onto the customer at the counter.

Shying, you ached to be near him so you attempted to finish your task as quickly as you could. Your boss never stayed long so you knew that you and Steve would have some alone time at least today.

Robin usually closed Family Video but she wasn’t on the schedule which you thought was odd. After finishing the tedious task of replacing videos on the shelves, you wander over to Steve.

“So, what was he talking about?” You said, referring to the boss.

“He is trialing the shop to be open 24 hours, starting tonight” Steve spoke with slight annoyance.

All the blood in your drained, this was something both you and Steve dreaded. Neither of you really enjoyed the shifts at this place, they were long and tedious. You only turned up because of Steve.

“So, what we gonna do?” You asked, pouting at him slightly.

“He’s going to come out with a bit more information later” he shrugged, turning to face the entrance.

Steve was really close to you, his hand was by your side. Brushing your skin as he smiled and spoke in an animated way.

Everything about this day felt off, all you wanted to be back with the usual day to day routine with Steve.

You both worked until 12pm before your boss dismissed you both for a few hours, “a break” he called it.

Both of you felt a bit lost, he invited you to sit in his car. It was awkward at first, neither of you knew what to say. You had never sat in his car before, you examined the interior as he rolled.

“I didn’t know you smoked?” You asked breaking the deafening silence.

“Oh baby, there is a lot about me you don’t know” he grinned, his eyes twinkling in the light .

Tonight would be the night that you were to find that out.

It was only small, you watched as he stuffed tobacco into the paper before rolling it up.

“So, is it just me and you all night?” You asked nervously.

You watched as a few customer entered and left the shop, it was getting later as you passed it between you two.

“Is there a different question under there?” He whispered seductively.

“No, I’m just stressed about this new shift idea.” You said firmly, looking at him sternly.

“It’s alright babe, I’ll get the boss to lay it all out for us” he grinned at you, leaning forward to kiss the top of your head.

You forced a smile on your face and exited the car behind him, you weren’t particularly nervous about doing a longer shift with him. You both often worked long into the evening but Steve had never seen you with your guard down and least of all, without makeup.

Steve seeing you naked made you nervous, you could easily put on a mask when you were at work but this was different.

You always ended a bit giggly and soft at night, the relationship you had both built was the opposite of that.

The boss stood in front of you both, overly perfumed from your “break”. You listened to his talk about his intentions, your nerves were overflowing as Steve’s hand found yours behind your back.

A few hours later, you and Steve were sat on the floor behind the counter. Playing strip poker hiding from the cameras, there had been no business for over an hour.

You were both bored, sneaking out for smoke breaks every 30 minutes. You were both giggling as you slipped your uniform off your shoulders.

The top of the shirt pressed against your breasts constricting it even more, Steve struggled to focus on his next playing hand.

You bit your lip, pretending to look down at your cards but in the corner of your eye. You noticed his cock moving between the fabric of his tight black trousers and his thin boxers.

The game continued until you were both as naked as you could be for on shift antics, cheeks flushed red as your winning cards were splayed face up.

You grinned, your fingers pressing on the small buttons of your chest. You were very close to exposing yourself to Steve before his sudden movements changed that.

He had pinned you into the floor, your heads pressed up to the wall as his body heavy against yours. His throbbing cock was hard on your pussy.

Time went slow as he lowered himself down to your lips, you were both glad that the camera just about missed you. The heat that was rising from your pressed bodies was insufferable.

Steve’s eyes darted from you towards the noise from outside, your eyes widened as you both jumped up to changed as quickly and inconspicuously.

Hiding your laughter through amused smiles and looks, your fingers slipped on the buttons from the adrenaline.

The customers were louder than most, which meant that you could follow their voices. Allowing you more time to tidy yourselves up, so that when they walked towards the counter.

Steve’s face drained at the sight of them, he knew them.

“Eyyy, the King himself!” One of them jeered, it was obvious they had been drinking.

You slipped away from the counter, pretending to busy yourself as his awkward interactions filled the space.

After a few painful back and forth comments, they disappeared into the dark of the night and you felt Steve relax.

Strip poker wasn’t continued after that interruption, he kept his distance. Collecting the loose videos and replacing the spaces, as you stood at the counter.

You were unsure what created the distance but it felt like you had been ripped apart. This was different than any other relationship, you were so in your head because you both had to hide the touches and steal the glances.

This trial had meant that you and Steve spend more time together than you did during a shift. Both of you were acting differently than usual, instead of soft touches. It was rough and daring interactions.

Needing a few moments of fresh air, you disappeared out the back. There was a cool breeze as you rested your back onto the brick, the stars twinkling in the sky when the door opened behind you.

His shoulders touched yours, his fingers pinched and twirled an old roll hidden in his pocket. The amber glow of him lighting the smoke, his head tipped and eyes tight shut.

You examined him in the glow, he was stupidly beautiful. The imperfections in his cheeks were nonexistent, as you pulled his face closer to yours.

Kissing him aggressively, the amber glow flickered as his hand dropped away his face. He let it go out between his fingers, drunk on your kiss.

His body sliding closer to yours as your hand cupped his face, practically eating him but you didn’t care. It was dark and you were both alone for the first time ever.

No customers, no condescending bosses, no cameras and no teasing coworkers.

It was another slow hour, meaning that you and Steve could slip into the storeroom to properly kiss until the sound of a customer broke you apart.

You were slightly enjoying it, stealing smoke breaks before he pushed against the wall and his hand slipped your the inside of your thigh.

“Let’s go to our spot” he breathed against your lips.

“In the store?” You pulled away alarmingly.

He shrugged with a wide grin on his face,

“I’ll put a sign up” he said, making out that he was compromising.

But you weren’t sure if you wanted to have sex in the middle of the store, you walked with him though.

There were two television broadcasting the latest films into the store, a new way of promoting films. It wasn’t as annoying as you thought, you picked the next film.

Steve rolled his eyes, a romantic film. Though secretly he loved it.

You were leaning against him as the film played, the store was empty for next couple of hours. Steve had placed a blanket underneath for you both to lie on, his body was on yours as you kissed.

His hand resumed its position from earlier, teasing your thigh but never edging further.

For some reason, he didn’t want to do anything more than kissing.

“Do you want to go further?” You asked panting against his lips.

Without saying a word, he lifted you up with the blanket and led you into the breakroom. You were only there together when your shift was starting or ending.

So when he led you onto the sofa that neither of you sat at, you felt more at ease. Relaxing into the leather as his hands pinched at your skin, it was desperate.

Within seconds, he was kissing down your body. Tugging at your skirt, shuddering as his lips kissed your inner thighs.

This was the most he had ever done, you were always distracted by your jobs.

But tonight, there was no one.

So he continued, pulling down your skirt and underwear. There was a deep lust in his kiss.

“Fuck, your pussy is so pretty baby” he breathing, simply staring at it.

Giving your clit one spank as he continued to look, his eyes clouded with mischief. His fingers began to play with your clit, teasing it.

Watching as you became worked up underneath him, his lips reached your nipples and sucked them hard.

“I have wanted you for so long Steve” you panted as his fingers rubbed your clit more aggressively.

“You have, haven’t you?” He cooed at you, his eyes boring into you as his nail grazed your clit.

You moaned loudly, your head fallen onto the cushion behind you. Your legs spreading, giving him more room to fit.

This is what you had wanted for so long, just his fingers and energy were making you so wet.

It was pooling in your lower stomach as his finger slipped inside you, hitting your soft spot. Making you dig into his skin at the pressure he was hitting.

Rocking your hips back and forth, practically begging him for more than one finger. So he slipped more than 2 inside you, completely stretching you out.

You loved it. Fucking yourself on his fingers as his tongue came into contact with your throbbing clit.

The sensation overwhelming, his moans vibrating against your pussy. The quiet sounds of the videos playing distantly in the background, just as you were on the cusp of cumming.

Steve pulled his fingers and mouth away from you, making you whine and buck your hips in desperation.

''Shush now baby, you'll get the attention back'' he cooed, you tried to reach for him but he pushed you back.

Watching helplessly as his cock fell out of his boxers, your jaw practically gaping open at the sight of it. You had heard the whispers from girls in the shop but you didn't believe it.

His fingers were tight around his shaft as he slowly warmed himself up, not that he needed it. You could see the precum glistening in the dim light, feeling mischeivious you began to touch yourself at the sight of him.

''Oh you really are in for it.'' he said huskily, the groan was caught in his throat as he lined his tip up with your entrance.

He didn't stop you from playing with yourself, rather encouraging it as he slid his cock deeper inside you. Filling up around your walls, the sound he made was heavenly.

Starting by bending his body forward, his pelivs against yours lifting your legs up in front of him and thrusting. It made you quiver as you grew wetter and wetter by the second.

He continued fucking you until you were a shaking mess underneath him, getting you to the same point before he stopped. Suddenly feeling worried about that, you opened your mouth to speak but he took his hand away from your legs to shut you up.

His muscles flexed as he held onto both of your ankles with one hand, as the other was firmly on your lips.

''That's it baby, you are taking it so well'' he groaned, quickening his pace as he slowly removed his hand.

Placing both hands on your ankles as he spread them, shuddering as your pelvic muscles strained at the sudden movement change.

He was struggling to talk to you as his eyes fluttered, mumbling the words 'fuck, fuck, fuck' under his breath as you began to fuck yourself on his cock.

''Please, Steve. I really need it'' you whined, choking on your own words now.

You loved that he had taken control, lying there like his toy to fuck. The desire for him pulsated through you as the familar bubble began to stir in your stomach.

Unable to say anything because of the sheer overstimulation, you rested your head further into the pillow and looked at him. Your eyes began to roll back as your body released your orgasm.

''That's it. Let it all out babygirl'' he groaned, his fingertips were pressing hard into your skin.

He fucked you in the same position as you came hard, feeling your cum drip down his cock. He waited a second before moving your legs onto his shoulders.

Thrusting his cock deeper into your pussy, you were shaking at this point. On the same sofa in your work breakroom, your hands were scratching at his back as the sensation was increased.

He was close, you could sense that with how his body and cock had begun twitching.

''Cum for me Steve. Be a good boy.'' you whispered, taunting him as you rocked back and forth.

Your words sent him over the edge, pushing your legs from around his body. His cock was forced out of you as his cum spurted out of you onto your stomach.

Wanting to tease him further, you stroked his shaft and tip. Making him groan and shudder at the touch of you. Finally deciding not to overstimulate him even more, he stopped. He reached for a piece of useless paper to his side and began trying to wipe the cum off.

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you pulled him forward onto your chest. Feeling the squelch of the cum between you both.

“I think, we only have five minutes left before Robin comes in” you said, grinning at him.

He kisses you, sweat beads cling to his hair as your fingers flow through it. You let him kiss you for a moment longer, wanting saviour it until you would both have to leave.

You quietly changed in the hot break room, his eyes constantly switching between you and the door.

It was as empty as you left it, combing your fingers through your hair as you walked towards the counter.

You hoped that it wasn’t the end of your relationship now he had fucked you. As he pulled two of the stools up to the counter, the closest television was facing you both.

His hands were resting on your thighs, squeezing them as you tried focus on the screen.

The bell tinkled above the door and a group of teenagers entered, they were talking amongst themselves when Steve leant closer,

“You know that we aren’t over right?” His breath was hot against your cheek.

Your eyes following the voices of the group, cheeks flushed red. Relief filled your body as telepathically he was thinking the same thing.

The group appeared in front of you both at the counter, Steve let go of your thigh to input the sale into the till and saying thank you.

“Coffee?” he said, kissing your cheek firmly.

You hmm’d in response and watched him disappear into the back of the store, listening for his movement. The faint sound of the coffee machine as he was obviously tidying the breakroom for Robins imminent shift start.

A few moments later, he came back out with two steaming hot mugs of coffee. Yours was filled with milk, just how you liked it.

This was how it was during those long winter months when you didn’t wear sundresses, the tease and chase was still there but it wasn’t as hot.

As he placed the mugs down on the counter, he scanned the store for any sign of life before pushing your lips onto his and kissing you.

You felt on fire as his mouth deepened onto yours, your cheeks flushed red at the boldness of his decision.

Pulling away from him, you looked at him. He was looking at you with a dazed expression, your heart was racing. You took a sip of your coffee to try and ground yourself but burning your tongue in the process.

“Jesus, Steve. Don’t do it in the middle of the store” you snapped at him after taking a scolding sip.

His eyes changed, suddenly appearing at your outburst. Taking a seat away next to you, he turned his attention to the tv. Ignoring you completely, realisation crept in and you tried to place a hand on his knee.

“I’m sorry—“ you leant forward with a smile—“I just like all the sneaking, it makes me so wet” you whispered in his ear.

A smirk appeared on his face, his hand slipped down to your skirt. Teasing you with his fingers on your underwear, as you both drank your coffees.

The heat was rising as his fingers reached your clit with your backs to the camera and the counter covering your lower bodies.

With very little view of each of you, he could very easily get you off and you could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter by the second.

Hiding your moans and any movement as his thumb moved quicker and quicker on your throbbing clit. As you rested your head on his shoulder, a soft gasp escaped your mouth.

A noise was heard from the staff entrance but he didn’t stop until you stifled a moan into his shoulder. Catching your breath as you came in your pants, the slick sound of his thumb was heard at the same time as footsteps.

Steve didn’t remove his hand from your underwear until the creak from the break room moved away from the side door. Scooping parts of your cum between his finger, putting one finger into his own mouth before placing it in yours.

Forcing you to taste yourself on his fingers, kissing the top of your head and rubbing your shoulders before he slowly moved away from you.

“You both out there?” Robin’s voice echoed in the left of the store.

Your eyes studied Steve, finishing your coffee as you pretended to focus on the remainder of the film playing.

Robin finally entered the store, wearing her store uniform. Studying you both before walking closer,

“So, had a good shift?” She eyed you, appearing suspicious about something.

She got closer to you both, standing between you. Looking from you to Steve, you smiled at her before she stood back.

“It’s stinks of weed” she whispered with a grin on her face.

You relaxed, Steve met your eye as she turned her back for a second. He winked at you before turning to face Robin and finally speaking.

“Wanna share one before your shift?” He asked, leaning closer to you.

She nodded, walking ahead and leaving you both alone again.

His fingers twirled on your nipples, sending a shock through your body.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be forgotten about” he said with a smirk.

You watched him disappear out the back with a small pre rolled joint in his back pocket. Hiding your smile as you walked over to replace the tape in the television, not hearing Steve rush back in.

He had forgotten his lighter but like he always did, he didn’t want to leave you without a touch or a glance.

His hand found your ass and pinched it hard, making you jump before Steve pulled you closer.

“Careful baby, the camera might see” he smirked as you leant over to swap the tape.

At that moment, a few customers walked in through the door. You looked at Steve with his pleased expression and slipped from under.

“I’m going to serve the customers, see you later. Babe” you winked at him.

Knowing that he was watching you walk back to the counter, leaning over as the film began to play. Your eyes followed him as he left and you were excited for the next few hours.

Hiding from Robin was a different story, but you both enjoyed the rush. If anything, sleeping with Steve has made him want you more.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

I don't even have a clear storyline in mind for this, but I just really, really want to see a modern AU with Eddie as a detective who investigates the Harrington Pharma company. The company is huge and looks clean on paper, but Eddie has a nose for these things, he knows something is wrong. He knows that Richard Harrington ran some sketchy trials and some of Wayne's friends have lifelong health issues, Chief Jim Hopper included.

The company looks almost impenetrable, but Eddie digs. No detail is too small for him. He crosses paths with the owner's son and a board member, Steve Harrington. Eddie despises him. A fucking rich kid, making millions out of other people's misery. His public appearances are well rehearsed, but Eddie knows his type. A shallow, pretty partying douchebag who hasn't had to work a single day in his life. His PR manager Robin Buckley seems way too decent to work with such a bunch of assholes, but Eddie's seen what money can do to people. Either way she's corrupt too.

He meets the younger Harrington several times. The handsome young man is not openly hostile, but he's condescending, bitchy and he looks at Eddie as if he were dirt. "Good luck with your efforts," he sneers when he sees Eddie digging through the public records of Harrington Pharma. "But maybe get a real hobby instead? I hear golf is nice." Eddie wants to murder him.

Eddie cooperates with an investigative journalist, Nancy Wheeler, who keeps all her cards close to her chest, but she still points him in the right direction several times. He collects evidence, partners up with the public prosecutor Joyce Byers. He even meets her son, Jonathan, who is able to get the most damning photographic evidence. No one fully trusts each other, but that's okay. Harrington Pharma is their shared enemy and that's enough.

One day, Eddie makes a mistake. He sneaks into the Harrington Pharma archives and miscalculates the guard shifts. He's stuck hiding under an old desk for hours, he's slowly losing hope, he has no way to contact anyone, his legs are cramping and he's exhausted, but then he hears a familiar voice talking with the guard.

"Hi, Tommy. All good? How's Carol and the kids? That's wonderful to hear. I just need to verify some records for dad, it's not a big deal. Have you had your smoke break yet? You can go, stretch your legs. I'll be here for at least half an hour."

Shit. It's Steve fucking Harrington. Eddie tries to stay still and will his muscles to cooperate, and he thinks he's doing a great job, but then-

"You can come out now. He's gone."

Eddie freezes. How the fuck does he know?

Harrington's voice is quiet, urgent. "Damn it, Munson! You have ten minutes tops before he comes back, so stop playing hide and seek with me!"

He manages to get back on his feet, uncertain and wobbly, and when he sees Harrington leaning over the desk, he's half ready for a fight. But the other man doesn't make a move, doesn't call out to anyone. He just hands Eddie a folder, some of them are the files he selected, but some are new. "I added a few that you missed," hisses Harrington and leans into the corridor. "I'll go first, get Tommy to focus somewhere else. You run to the right and pray to anyone willing to listen. And most importantly," he says, and shit, Steve Harrington can sound serious if he wants to!, "I never saw you here. You heard me come in, used the opportunity and bolted. Clear?"

Eddie just nods. He watches as Steve extends his arm, probably grabbing Tommy by the shoulders and leading him to the other end of the building, he sneaks as far as he can and then he madly dashes for the hole in the fence he made earlier.

The files are it. With all the evidence Nancy, Jonathan and Eddie collected, Joyce can finally take that dark empire down. Eddie is there every day, watches the trial, but then he hears that there are two witnesses for the prosecution from inside the company itself.

It's Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley.

He sees Steve give him a wink from the stand and he wants to kiss the man. Eddie hears all of it in the following days - how Steve used to date Nancy Wheeler, but then her best friend Barb Holland died due to a mishandled drug trial for her condition by Harrington Pharma. How Nancy broke up with Steve, but even with no chance of rekindling their relationship, he vowed to stop his father for good. How he worked in the company for years, climbed the ladder, managed to make enough connections to get his friend Robin Buckley the position of a PR manager. How she helped him to keep up the charade until the very end.

When the Harrington empire finally falls, Eddie watches quietly as Steve embraces Nancy, whispering to her that she did so well, that Barb would be proud. "We finally did it, Nance. We're finally free."

And then, before Eddie can disappear, Harrington is walking towards him, the mask finally off. He looks younger now, his smile is genuine and Eddie can't help it, his traitorous heart is telling him that this is the single part of the Harrington case he'll never leave behind.

"Hi," says Steve. "I...uh. I just wanted to say sorry for all the nasty things I said before. I had to for my cover, but...I just want you to know, I really appreciate what you did."

Eddie just stares at him, blush forming on his cheeks and a crush blooming in his heart. "I'm pretty sure I just butchered your career," he mutters. "And you're thanking me?"

Steve shrugs. "I mean. I'm out of job, I'm a known whistleblower now and my dad's lawyers will probably try to sue me. So that's not great. But if you want to ease your conscience...take me out for a coffee?" Another wink, another squeeze around Eddie's heart.

Eddie fakes a deep sigh and takes Steve by the elbow. "I don't think a single coffee is going to get rid of all my guilt, but it's a start. Maybe a lunch tomorrow would help my healing process?"

Laughing, Steve nudges his side. "Anything for your peace of mind, Eddie."

[miraculousmultifan]

The months following Steve's fight with Billy and the excursion through the Mind Flayer’s tunnels found Steve at a bit of a loss. The animosity between him and Hargrove had only grown exponentially, but it didn’t bother him as much as it used to. Sure, Hargrove sucked ass, and he had definitely taken over as the newest reigning douchebag, but that kind of stuff just didn’t matter to Steve anymore.

So at school, he found himself sitting with Nancy and Jonathan during lunch. It was a bit awkward considering Nancy and Jon were dating, but he didn’t exactly have any other friends, and he really didn't want to sit alone.

It was early February, and Steve was picking at his cafeteria food, barely listening to the conversation Nancy and Jonathan were having. He was lost in his own thoughts, staring into space blankly.

Across the cafeteria, Eddie Munson was jumping onto a table and taunting several different cliques as he went on a long monologue about society and social norms that most students tended to tune out. Steve watched him with a small smile, pushing his food around his tray. Then, Eddie was throwing barbs at Hargrove, Tommy H, and Carol. Steve winced slightly, knowing the words probably applied to him too, but he couldn't help feeling that Eddie wasn’t exactly saying anything untrue about them.

Before he could tear his attention away, Eddie was turning to face him. Steve's eyes widened. He hadn't even said anything! He’d been laying low ever since their last run-in with the Upside Down, just trying to graduate. So why was Eddie putting his attention on him now?

Eddie jumped down from the table and sauntered over to where Steve was sitting, throwing a leg over the bench to straddle the spot next to him. “Harrington.”

Now that Eddie was so close, Steve could see a slight red tint to his eyes, and he relaxed a little. He was just high.

“Hey, Munson,” Steve replied, giving him a weak smile in response.

Most of the attention on Eddie had dispersed, but Steve could still feel the piercing gaze of Hargrove on the side of his face. That jackass just would not leave him alone, even if he was trying to avoid altercations for Max's sake.

Eddie leaned an elbow on the table to hold his head up with his hand. “How's the fall from grace treating you, my liege?”

Steve blinked. “Huh?”

Jonathan leaned over from where he was chatting with Nancy. “He’s calling you a king. Asking about how you're doing after everyone dropped you for Billy.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie smirked. “With more dramatic flair than that, but yeah, essentially.”

“Oh.” Steve floundered, looking between Nancy and Jon as he tried to think of an answer. “Well, it’s been nice not having as much attention, I guess. Nothing all that interesting has happened to me.”

Nancy hid a snort behind her hand, turning to bury her face into Jonathan’s shoulder. Eddie raised a curious eyebrow but didn’t comment on her reaction.

“Surely the life of a king has to have some frivolities. Raging parties, swooning ladies, the like…”

Steve scrunched his nose. “Nah, man. My parents cut off my allowance after my last concussion, so I don’t exactly have the funds for that kind of thing anymore.” He didn’t know why he was confiding that kind of information in Eddie, but it wasn’t like he cared that much about what people thought of him anymore. Eddie could spread it around if he really wanted to. “I just babysit Nancy and Jon’s little brothers and their friends. I promise it’s nothing interesting.”

Smirking, Eddie tilted his head to the side. “I'm sure you could make anything interesting, Harrington. Especially looking like that.”

Steve blushed bright red from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck. Oh god. Was Eddie flirting with him? “Oh. Um, thank you! I'm sure you're pretty interesting too.”

That seemed to snap Eddie out of whatever weird flirty persona he had let settle over him. “Right. Good talk. I'm gonna go now. Have a good lunch, Steve.”

And then Eddie was gone, back to his table as he ranted at his friends with increasingly frantic gestures. Steve stared after him for a bit, biting his lip and trying to make sense of the feelings stirring in his chest. On the other side of the table, Nancy let out a pointed cough with a smug smirk.

“So…” She started. “Wanna tell us what that was all about?”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “You witnessed the exact same thing that I did, Nance. I don't have any insider information.”

Nancy giggled. “No, not that. I’m talking about how you blushed like a little schoolgirl when Eddie called you interesting. You wanna tell us about it?”

Shooting another look at Eddie’s table, Steve started to reply before he noticed that some of Eddie’s friends were looking at him. His eyes widened and he whipped back around. “I have no clue what you're talking about. Jon, back me up here.”

“Sorry, dude.” Jonathan winced with a sheepish shrug. “You were pretty red. I mean he did call you hot, so I guess I get it…”

Steve sighed and let his head drop to the table. “I really don’t appreciate the psychoanalysis, Nance. He came over here, talked to us, called the way I look interesting, and left. Sure, I may have gotten a little red, but he was leaning really close.”

Smirking, Nancy leaned over the table to flick the back of Steve’s head. “You’re wrong about one thing. He didn’t come over to talk to us. He only talked to you. I think he finds you more than just interesting.”

Standing up from the table abruptly, Steve shook his head. “We’re not talking about this. It’s not like it matters that much anyway. He was probably just trying to mess with me. I’ll see you guys later.” Steve grabbed his tray and walked off, trying and failing to stop himself from sneaking a glance at Eddie’s table.

Much to Steve’s surprise, Eddie was looking right back at him. When their eyes met, he smirked and waggled his fingers at Steve in a wave. Steve blushed, his eyes wide, and he stumbled, almost bumping into another student in the process.

[yourshaylaa]

SHOULD I, OR SHOULD I NOT?

summary: you finally confront your little brother's bully, but you think he's a bit of a masochist!

song list:

juno- sabrina carpenter

secrets- the weeknd

you, me and steve- garfunkle and oates

anxiety- doechii

love and war- yellow claw, yade lauren

dollhouse- lily-rose depp, the weeknd

love me not- ravyn lenae

warning: angsty i guess. also i haven't watched stranger things, so... we read and we don't judge. 4.5k words <3 heavily inspired by this bot on c.ai

steve looks down at you condescendingly, relishing in his new discovery and pushes you back softly. “you’re that... what's that idiots name again-?”

you narrowed your eyes. “you mean jonathan?” you asked while crossing your arms. steve nodded lightly. “yeah. the freak with a damn camera. you're his pathetic elder sister, hmm?” he pushes you again.

“maybe once I get finished with you,” he glanced over at carol and tommy who were laughing at you, “then he’ll stop creeping up on us.” he looked back at you, his head still cocked to the side.

"what do you mean?" your eyes narrow even dangerously, getting defensive over your younger brother.

he grabbed you by your shirt and slammed you into a locker and pushed down on your shoulder hard enough to leave bruises and not let you get up. he leaned close to your face. “don’t play stupid. i should beat your face in.” he said with a scoff.

you laughed menacingly. maybe they could do this to your brother, but never to you. you push him hard enough to tie your hair up with the extra black scrunchie on your wrist. "better stop, steve." you said in a low voice almost daring him to defy you.

steve rolled his eyes as he took a look at you tying your hair up. he noticed how pretty you were (a stark contrast to your sibling, he thought). he hated to admit it and there was no way he’d show that he was a least bit interested.

“or what?” he raised a brow at you, challenging you to talk back. it was your turn to scoff, "or this-" you crack your knuckles, roll up your sleeves, and you can see the slightest hint of a smirk appearing on his pretty pink lips before you punch him right on his jaw, the look on his face almost comical when he realized that he had been owned by a woman. your right hook was always trustworthy.

his grip loosened on you, and he stumbled back as he touched his face. he winced slightly while touching his cheek that was now red and his lips were bleeding slightly.

“christ…” he mumbled while looking at you. “you actually did something.”

you smile at your accomplishment and turn on your heels to leave. "you look cute with blood on your face, by the way." you say one last time before (attempting) to leave.

steve stood there in disbelief as he watched you walk away, and he couldn’t even think of anything to say. the fact you just punched him and then told him he looked cute left him in a bit of shock. a moment later, he jogged after you.

“wait… wait a second.” he called after you. once he caught up, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. he spun you around and pinned you to a nearby locker. steve leaned down close to your face. “you can’t just say something like that and then just walk away.” he said with a low tone.

"don't you have a girlfriend?" you retorted, clearly unhappy with the amount of physical contact occurring in the series of events.

steve dramatically rolled his eyes like the drama queen he is as his grip loosened on your wrists. “don’t change the subject.” he said firmly. “and... yeah, i do. what about it?”

"back off then!" you exclaim, not wanting to be here with him.

he hesitated for a moment before staring down at you, studying your grumpy face. finally, he let out a sigh and let go of your wrists. he took a step away from you, crossing his arms over his chest. he was quiet for a moment. “why did you punch me?” he asked, his tone more soft than usual but loud enough for his friends to hear.

he glances at the place where they were before actually acknowledging the empty nothingness at the spot. disappointment's etched on his face before your voice catches him off guard and he looked back at you to hear what you were saying.

"why'd you bully my brother, then, huh?" you snap back, ready to do anything for your brother.

he scoffed at you, his annoyance returning. “your brother is a freak.” he said bluntly. “he creeps around and takes pictures of everyone lke some sorta stalker." he replies back.

"if my brother's a freak, then I'm one too. stay away from me, harrington." you warn him sternly.

steve’s expression was blank. he didn’t expect that response. he was about to rebuttal, but his words got caught in his throat.

“but you’re… you’re not a freak.” he said firmly.

"then jonathan isn't one too." you say firmly, leaving no room for argument. "if he hasn't hurt anyone, then he has done nothing."

he was quiet for a moment. he knew that you were right, but he was too proud to admit it. he looked away from you as his jaw tensed. he didn’t know how to respond yet again. eventually, he looked back over at you. “fine…” steve let out another sigh. “i won’t go around trying to fight your brother. but he has to stop taking pictures.” he says reluctantly, still contemplating in his head if he made the right decision or not.

"apologize." one-word answers were your thing, to be honest.

steve rolled his eyes again, but deep down, he knew he had no choice but to do it. “i’m.. i’m sorry for bullying your brother.” he mumbled. you scoffed, amused at his obliviousness.

"not to me, dork. my brother." you look him up and down once before walking away to your next class.

steve watched you walk away again as he cursed under his breath. he knew he was going to have to swallow his pride and apologize to jonathan. it wasn’t something he was looking forward to.

it wasn’t until the last class of the day that steve finally got the chance to talk to jonathan when he was alone. steve walked up to him, shoving his hands in his pockets and letting out a huff.

“hey… byers.” he said, his tone rough and cold, already wanting the ground to swallow him whole.

jonathan tensed up when he heard steve’s voice. steve tried to act as nonchalantly as possible but failed miserably. jonathan put away his camera and turned to face him.

“what do you want, harrington?” he said, his voice already annoyed.

steve rolled his eyes at the attitude but tried to stay as calm as he could. “i’m..” he bit back the ‘not sorry’ that was about to come out. instead, he sucked it up. “i'm sorry.” steve said, the words bitter on his tongue.

jonathan studied steve’s face, looking for any signs that he was lying. when he couldn’t find any, he let out a sigh.

“took you long enough.”

“i could just take it back, you know.”

he said, crossing his arms.

“i said I was sorry. just take it.” steve let out a sigh, “why didn’t you tell me she was your sister? that would have saved everyone a lot of trouble.” he said, curious but annoyed as hell.

“didn't see the point in saying anything.” jonathan said bluntly, shrugging his shoulders. “you and your friends probably would have started harassing her, too.”

"cmon, harrington, tell him what I did to you." you say, standing behind him, having heard the entire exchange.

steve jumped a bit at the fact you just appeared out of nowhere. he turned around quickly to face you.

“jesus… stop doing that.” he said, rubbing a hand over his face. he was clearly stressed. “what exactly am I supposed to tell him?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you cross your arms, giving him a one over. "what I did to you. 'brother dearest' here thinks that you and your friends harassed me. what happened instead?"

steve let out a scoff, but it was obvious he had a bit of embarrassment behind it.

“you… punched me.” he said. steve pointed at the faint bruises on his face with his long, slender fingers.

"where?"

"in the face..."

"how hard?"

"like... pretty hard."

"hear that, jonathan?" you smirk smugly, glancing at jonathan to make sure he heard all that. jonathan didn’t say anything. he was watching observing you both, his eyes narrowed.

steve rolled his eyes at them, “yeah, yeah, whatever. stop looking so goddamn smug.” he said, a rosy tint on his cheeks full of pretty moles.

"oh, isn't this the face you make when you bully my brother?" you say condescendingly, "next time you think you can mess with my brother," you glare at him dangerously, "rethink. twice. maybe thrice." you put an arm around jonathan and walk away, leaving steve there.

steve stood there in disbelief as he watched you walk off with your arm around your brother. he could feel tommy and carol’s eyes on him, knowing they had probably heard everything. steve ignored them. something about what you said was getting to him.

it had been a few days since everything happened. the weekend had passed, and the new week had started. once monday afternoon rolled around, steve and his friends were sitting by their usual spot in the cafeteria.

as usual, steve was surrounded by tommy, carol, and some of his other friends, but he seemed a bit distracted. while they were all talking, steve’s eyes kept drifting over towards where you, your sibling and both of y'all's friends were sitting.

his friends had noticed that he wasn’t actually listening to anything they were saying.

“what’s with you, harrington? got a crush on one of ‘em or somethin’?” tommy snickered.

steve’s attention quickly snapped back to them. he rolled his eyes at the other boy’s question. he knew it was right, he did have a teensy crush on one of them, but he'd never admit it.

“dude, no. shut up.” he said with an irritated tone, waving him off.

“come on, i saw you looking over at them.” tommy pestered, a smirk on his face.

carol let out a snicker, “yeah, I wonder which one you were looking at..”

"i think i know which one" tommy glances at jonathan and the both of them start laughing their asses off.

steve brushes them off, “i was just looking at them. don’t get your hopes up.” steve said as he leaned back in his seat. he didn’t want to admit that he was staring at you. tommy scoffed, not believing his words for a second. “yeah, right. you’re checking someone out, harrington. we know it.”

steve found it terrifying that they didn't even specify one of you both.

he scoffs, breaking out of his trance and rolled his eyes at him. “shut up.” he said, shoving him lightly. “i’m not checking anyone out.”

steve's eyes glanced over at you again. he watched you from across the cafeteria. you were just talking to your friends, smiling, and laughing. a part of him really wanted to just go over there and join you, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt stupid.

he was snapped out of his thoughts when tommy nudged him.

“dude, you’re staring again!” carol exclaimed, a slight smirk still on her face. steve quickly averted his gaze from you, his cheeks turning faintly red. “no, I’m not.” he lied, his tone unconvincing.

“bro.. it’s pathetic. just go over to whoever it is already.” tommy said, his tone serious despite his words being anything but.

“shut up.” steve said, shoving him lightly again. he knew he wasn’t going to go over to them. “even if I wanted to, i’d never get the chance.” he said, his tone bitter towards himself.

tommy laughed at his response, clearly amused by the reaction he was getting. “why couldn’t you?” he asked, his tone mocking and he faux pouts.

steve let out a frustrated sigh, not wanting to admit why he couldn’t. he was the “king” of hawkins high, and he had a reputation to uphold. “because, tommy, she hates me. remember?” he said, trying to push his annoyance to the side.

“it's a she, huh..." tommy said with faux surprise.

"i mean, she hates you, yeah, cause you were being a dick.” carol chimed in, her tone unbothered. steve shot her a glare, but didn’t say anything to refuse that. he couldn’t argue against the truth.

tommy snickered, shaking his head as he leaned forward on the table. “look at you, stevey. can’t even approach a single person. you’ve gone soft.” he said teasingly.

steve clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to smack the smile off Tommy’s face.

“shut up, hagan.” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. “i’m not soft. i’m not… i’m not scared to talk to them.” steve mumbled.

tommy and carol looked at each other while trying not to laugh at steve’s denial.

“sure, harrington.” they said in unison, both of them knowing that steve was lying to himself.

steve groaned, running a hand through his hair. he hated how they knew him too damn well. he hated how his friends knew that he was lying. and most of all, he hated how goddamn right they always were about things like this. he was silent for a few moments before letting out a frustrated huff.

“you won’t shut up about this until I go talk to them, will you?” steve said with irritation. “nope.” tommy said, both of them wearing smug smiles. they knew they had won this fight as usual.

steve leaned his head back in his chair, his annoyance increasing. he looked over at the byers again, debating on if he should really do it or not. he really did want to talk to you again. but he couldn’t bring himself to actually do it. after a few moments of internal debate, he let out a sigh. he pushed his chair back and stood up.

tommy and carol looked surprised, clearly not expecting him to actually go through with it. "you're actually going to do it?" tommy asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. steve rolled his eyes, trying to seem nonchalant, "yeah. just shut up and watch." with that said, steve started making his way over to the byers’ table, his heart racing in his chest. he could hear his friends whispering and snickering behind him, but he ignored it.

as he approached them, the byers seemed to notice him and fell quiet. you were the first to notice him, your eyes locking with his as he got closer. a smirk crept onto your face as jonathan tried to glare holes in steve.

steve let out a quiet huff, stopping in front of you two.

he could feel his confidence fading the longer he stood in front of you, but he was too far into this to back out.

“can i, uh…” steve started, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “can I talk to you?” he said, looking towards you.

you made a hand gesture, signaling him to continue, "talk."

steve let out a shaky breath, surprised that you agreed so quickly. he spared a glance over at jonathan, who was still shooting daggers at him.

“alone.” he said, looking back at you.

"hmm..." you think for a second before nodding and adding a tiny "okay".

steve nodded, his shoulders relaxing a bit. he could feel a few people staring at him, and he knew that his friends back at his table were watching, but he ignored them.

"uh.. follow me." he said, gesturing for you to walk with him.

he led you out of the cafeteria and down to the hallway where the bathrooms were. he leaned back against the wall as you stopped, trying to act as casual as possible. he let out a sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. he looked over at you, his heart pounding in his chest. he had no idea what he was doing. he tried to figure out what to say, but his mind was fuzzy. before, he had everything planned out, what to say, how to act, but the more he looked into your eyes, the more he forgot.

“i.. uh..” he muttered out but found himself at a loss for words.

you raise an eyebrow, "what's wrong with you today?" you ask coldly.

steve let out a frustrated huff. “look… i-i wanted to talk…” why was it so hard for him to actually say what he was trying to say?

at that point, you couldn't take his shit anymore, "yeah, so talk, how many times do I have to repeat one thing?"

he let out another sigh, irritated with his own inability to be honest. “i… look, i was a dick the other day, okay?” he hated actually having to say the words. but he knew he had to say them if he wanted to get anywhere.

"okay, and why're you saying this to me?" you said, clearly confused. you weren't the one he did wrong to, were you?

steve was taken aback by your question, and honestly, he wasn't sure how to answer it. “what do you mean ‘why’m I telling you this’?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. he puts his hands on hips.

"it's my brother who you did the shitty things to, not me. so I don't get why you keep on apologizing." you confront him sharply.

he let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. he was annoyed at how difficult this conversation was going. “i know it was your brother I did the shitty things to. but aren't you all like.. super close?” he asked, trying to explain without sounding like a dumbass (which he knew he did, he didn't care though).

"yeah, and?" you didn't get how the two topics were related to each other, but you still answered regardless.

“and… wouldn’t that mean you’d be just as pissed as him?” steve said, his voice almost a snap.

you scoffed, was he fuckin' crazy?

"listen, broke boy, get straight to the point."

“i...” he hesitated for a second before looking you in the eyes again.

“i was just wondering if we could maybe make some sort of, truce or something?” he said, feeling his own embarrassment at the words.

you were bewildered. truce? what... did he even mean by that?

as he stared into your widened-but-disgusted eyes, his irritation faded and was replaced with a sense of slight helplessness. his eyes became a bit bigger too, yearning for understanding.

he let out a sigh, trying to maintain his composure. “i just said, i wanna call a truce.” he said, trying not to sound like he was begging.

he took a deep breath.

"we put this whole bullshit situation aside. we're not friends. but, we're, i don't know... acquaintances? maybe?" he huffed. "if you'd cooperate, that is."

"okay, i guess." you say, while closely observing him. he had a few moles, alright. and... he looked cute, and you hated to admit it and there was no way you’d show that you were a least bit interested.

"that's all? nothing else you want from me?" you said sassily, trying to mask your admiration for him.

steve nodded, a mix of annoyance and uncertainty in his stance.

“yes, that’s ‘all’.” he said, using your own mocking words against you.

steve let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. you noticed how put together his hair was. perfectly messy, perfectly neat, strands of hair out of place shaping his perfect face. you get cozy in your leaning position, a comfortable silence filling the room. to you, though.

his eyes flickered up as you leaned against the wall. you could say he was caught off guard by the lack of a sarcastic response. for a moment, he just watched you silently. you casual leaning seemed to make your whole presence even more infuriating to him.

he was growing more and more irritated the longer he was in your presence.

steve tried to ignore the feeling, but he couldn’t. the way you were just standing there with your arms crossed, giving him a look that was impossible to figure out… it was driving him insane.

the silence was making the atmosphere even more tensed.

his fingers fidgeted at his side as he tried to contain his frustration.

“quit looking at me like that.” he finally grumbled, eyes flickering away from your face.

"mmh, like what?" you drawl out, teasing him with your words. you knew that your eyes were a bit eerily pretty, if that made any sense. one could, "drown in your eyes", they said. you smirked and crossed your arms, finding amusement in his nervousness.

he let out a huff. he didn’t know how to describe the look you were giving him. It was a mixture of boredom and disinterest, but with a touch of something else he couldn’t quite identify... at least that's what he thought.

“like you wanna hit me..” he said, his voice a low and embarrassed mutter.

"wrong answer, try again." you say smugly. you knew how you were looking at him. you were basically asking for trouble. but the good sorta trouble. the one that feels good.

steve let out a sigh, his irritation growing. he thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to describe your look. “ugh... fine! like you’re observing me. like you’re trying to figure me out or something. are you happy now?”

"kinda. but that's not the answer i was lookin' for."

the tension in the room was palpable, you could feel it. you knew that he felt it too. the same thumping in the heart, the same warmness in between the legs, you knew it all too well.

a familiar flush creeps on his face, but he tries to hide it with his indifferent words.

he clenched his jaw, his patience slipping further away.

“jesus christ. what answer are you looking for then?” he asked with 'irritation'.

"you tell me." you murmur lowly, setting a hot atmosphere in the room.

steve rolled his eyes, his irritation reaching its peak. he looked you in your ocean deep eyes, trying to find an answer to your question. “you’re looking at me like you want...” steve trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

"want?" you smirked at his struggle, finding it cute.

he suddenly found himself at a loss for words, his mind blanking.

his eyes wandered to your mouth for a moment, fixating on the smirk on your face. he realized what words were trying to escape his mind.

he pushed the thought away, trying to come up with something that wouldn’t expose his brain’s traitorous thoughts.

“you’re looking at me like…”

steve's eyes were still fixed on your lips, his brain betraying him with thoughts he tried to push away.

he knew he was going to regret whatever he was going to say but couldn’t find a way to stop himself.

“like you....” he stutters once more. your smirk was infuriating, but he also found himself hating how attractive it was.

his brain was fighting itself with different thoughts that conflicted with each other.

"like i what, steve?" you say slowly, making sure it rubs him in all the right ways.

steve’s eyes locked with yours, unable to look away. he was lost in the moment, conflicted between his growing irritation towards you and the strange fascination with your smirk.

he took a breath, realizing that he had to say something. but before he could even think properly, he did something he shouldn’t have.

steve lifted a hand, his fingers gently tracing over your jawline. his heart hammered in his chest as he leaned closer, unable to stop himself. he traced his fingers down to your chin, tilting it up slightly. his mind was blank, his thoughts replaced by a singular desire that he couldn’t fight.

he watched as you closed your eyes, blissfully in peace, a contrast from your smug or pissed expression all the time (not that he didn't find that hot as well).

his body moved of its own accord, his fingers still touching your jawline, gently moving down to your neck. he could barely hear his own breathing, the only sound in his head was the pounding of his heart.

your eyes fluttered open, looking at him. both of your hearts were beating in sync to the beat of rap god by eminem.

steve’s eyes were fixated on yours. he was consumed by a mixture of desire and confusion, his thoughts blurred by a single purpose. he slowly leaned in, his hand still on your neck. he was slowly losing control, the desire to close the distance even more overwhelming.

"steve..." you softly say. this wasn't right, he had a girl. but... still, why did it feel so right? like both of you were meant to be together, like a cap and the pen, the sun and the moon. but...

"steve, stop..." you say, your voice with a touch of begging. but steve barely registered the sound of his name, his mind consumed by the proximity of your faces.

he let out a shaky breath, his fingers still lingering at your neck. he was too far gone, unable to move away.

“yeah..?” he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly.

"your girlfrie..." your voice trailed off, unable to finish. you wanted it so bad, you wanted all of him to yourself, but he already belonged to someone else.

steve’s eyes widened slightly, the words snapping him back to reality even though you didn't finish the sentence. he stopped, his hand lingering at your neck for a moment before he pulled away, taking a step back.

his mind was still a blur, filled with a mix of desire, guilt, and a desperate need for control.

"i... i have to go." you say abruptly, and you quickly push him away and leave, scared of what would happen if you didn't stop him... but, you wanted him, there was no denying it. it's just that... you couldn't have him.

steve was left standing alone in the hallway, still trying to process what had just happened. he was confused, frustrated, and deeply annoyed with himself for losing control.

“damnit...” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing his hands over his face.

he was left standing alone in the hallway, still trying to process what had just happened. he was confused, frustrated, and deeply annoyed with himself for losing control.

“fuck...” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing his hands over his face.

he stood there for a few moments, trying to sort through the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling in his head. he was angry at himself for almost giving in to what he knew was a terrible idea, but there was also a part of him that couldn’t deny the intense feeling he had felt in that moment.

with a frustrated huff, he pushed himself away from the wall and started making his way back to the cafeteria, trying to compose himself enough to not let the others see what had just happened.

tnx for reading! again, totally inspired by @daisyrandoneee on c.ai, headers by @strangergraphics-archive. thanks to mina, for specially proofreading this, as well as tiana. and veena for the support! expect pt.2 in the next 10 years or so! byeeeeeeeeeeeee

[ddejavvu]

m.list - jonathan byers

blurbs:

you meet jonathan's mom

[salamandergoo]

STWG Prompt: Laughing Kiss

“And then Jonathan said-“

“Stop, don’t tell them what I said!” Jonathan laughed as he pulled Nancy in closer to his chest, Steve sharing a grin with Eddie from the couch.

“We need to hear what he said.”

“He said that- mmph!” In a bold move, the kind Jonathan rarely if ever pulled, he tugged Nancy into a firm kiss, feeling the way she giggled against his lips. It wasn’t a very good kiss, he was grinning too wide and she couldn’t keep her lips together, but any kiss with Nancy was good. And it stopped her from spilling secrets.

[luveline]

maybe grumpy!r with zombie!au jonathon ? totally fine if this doesn’t work haha have a good day <3

tysm ♡

The river kisses the rubber toes of your shoes, rushing water loud over stone. If Jonathan knew you were sitting by the river defenceless he'd worry in his way, sweetness first and annoyance second.

But Jonathan won't know, you decide, tracing the silky blue water until it turns to froth. 

It's not his fault, not Will's, not any of your group's fault that you resent your life with so much passion, and so you try to leave them alone when you know you'll lash out. Will says your sullen, Jon just says you're tired, but it's Hopper who hits the nail on the head, every time. 

"You're a grump, kid. Old man in a young girl's body."

You're not sure about young —you feel like living to this age is impressive enough in the circumstances— but you agree to being thought grumpy. You're kind of awful, actually. 

"How many times do I have to tell you?" 

You jump at Jonathan's voice at your shoulder and almost smack your skulls together. "How many times do I have to tell you?" you ask, glaring at his easy smile. "Don't fucking sneak up on me." 

"Don't sit by the river alone. Idiot. It's too loud, you'd never hear a geek coming up behind you and then I'd have to put you out of your misery, and how is that fair? I don't want to kill you. Will would never forgive me." 

"That's your reason?" 

"Sure is. I got you this." 

A hand thrust in front of you, a flower twirled by the stem. You're not sure what kind it is or where he got it, but it's tall and strong, petals all shades of purple. You accept it with tender fingers. It feels foreign to see something as starkly beautiful as his clean flower between all the gore and grit of your life on foot. 

"Thank you," you murmur. 

"Anything for me?" 

Jonathan looks at you head on. Christ, he's handsome. He doesn't seem to think so, but it's in his smile, and the way he talks, the easy roll of his shoulders now and his more timid moments, too. It's in his laugh, his eyes. 

You huff in annoyance and kiss him. 

"Don't be like that," he says against your lips, punctuating with two quick kisses. 

"I'm not being like anything."

"Don't kiss me if you don't want to," he says, his fingers wrapped around your wrist. You love his touch, the firm, almost rough brunt of his thumb against your pulse and his forehead as it rests on your shoulder. "It's fine. I'll just die miserable." 

"You're not funny," you say, staring at the top of his head. 

"You're not, either, but I usually laugh." Jonathan stops his teasing, his voice shining with sincerity as his lips skip over your sleeve. "Are you okay? I was worried about you. I am worried about you." 

You look down at your flower, a perfect little gift. It staves away the dirty feeling that lingers on your skin. 

"Do you think I could press this? Keep it forever?" you ask. 

Jonathan sits up, spinning away from you so you're staring in opposite directions, hip to hip. "Yeah, you can. You just need a little tissue paper. But if it doesn't work, I'll find you another one." 

"What if it's winter?" 

"I'll find you something else." 

"I want something pretty as this," you warn. 

"Then I'll find you a mirror." It's awful because he's not joking. 

You take his hand and put it on your thigh to watch his cheeks turn pink. The river roars, the smell of roasted frogs and hare drifts along the breeze, and Jonathan Byers can't look at you. He's all talk. 

"Thanks, Jon," you murmur, rubbing his knuckles. 

He coughs. "You're welcome." 

[xobelladonna]

"Follow My Lead.."

Steve tugged at the skirt, feeling the weight of a dozen eyes on him. The whispers from the group of guys in the corner made his stomach churn.

"Is that Steve Harrington? Seriously?" "What a freak." "Fucking Fairy."

He could hear their laughter echoing in the lobby. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. But this time, it felt like too much.

Eddie, standing behind him, didn't even blink. "Follow my lead," he whispered to Jonathan, and shot Nancy a wink.

Before Jonathan could protest, Eddie pulled him in and kissed him. Dramatic dip and all.

Jonathan's eyes went wide, and for a split second, Steve forgot about the group of guys. He's focused on the shock written all over Jonathan's face.

The laughter shifted, now directed at Eddie.

The popcorn Steve was in the middle of grabbing was forgotten on the counter. "What the hell, Eddie?"

"I didn't spend two hours listening to you talk about that skirt just for you to get laughed at." Eddie shrugged, entirely unfazed.

Nancy and Robin were both trying not to laugh as Jonathan shook his head, face red.

"God," Jonathan muttered, "I'm never hanging out with you again."

Eddie just smirked, grabbing his popcorn and sauntering off to the theater. His head high, still unbothered.

[spicysix]

play | jonathan fluff (implied jargyle) | masterlist

Jonathan looks around.

There’s a ray of sunlight creeping in through the drapes, making the dust dance in the air. It doesn’t bother him, it reminds him of his childhood bedroom. The carpet has a stain — looks like wine — in the very corner, but he thinks it’s charming, it reminds him of his college dorm. The kitchen has the same tiles as the apartment he lived in with Nancy. The bathtub faucet is the same as the house he shared with Steve, Eddie and Robin.

Every little piece of his new apartment reminds him of somewhere else that he lived before, and he likes it. Even though none of those people are there with him anymore, he still likes it.

He takes a few steps forward, puts the box he’s been holding down before opening it. He sorts through the vinyls in there, pulls out Disintegration and is happy to find the record player already plugged to an outlet, little red light signing that it’s turned on. He can’t help the smile on his lips.

It takes almost three minutes until Smith’s voice is heard in Plainsong, and before that, Jonathan keeps tidying up what he can around the apartment. The melody is almost ethereally melancholic, and it hits him deep as he listens.

Jonathan looks around.

He’s hung up one or two of Will’s paintings, a stitch embroidery Robin made him, a framed nail from the nail bat that Steve gave back to him five Christmas’ ago, the autographed poster of The Clash that Eddie got him, a picture of the whole Byers-Hopper family that Nancy took for him.

It’s year 2000, a new millennium, and Jonathan listens to his decade-old sad songs.

The door opens, and he hears Argyle coming in. Jonathan’s smile grows.

He’s not sad anymore, despite the sad songs. He won’t ever have to be.