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Into the blue, out of the blue.

Part one: Into the blue.

Pairing: Jake Lockley x reader, Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader.

Summary: You meet your neighbor and you're pretty sure he's American. But why is it that the next times you see eachother he speaks in a British accent. As you keep meeting you start falling for Steven. And then he disappears for a while and he's back and he tells you about Marc. But he also tells you about Layla. You really like Steven but now he's kinda married? What now?

Trigger warnings for the series: mental health problems, angst with a happy ending, fluff, slowburn.

A/N: this will be a multi chapter fic and this is the first chapter. Thanks to a few writers I've asked on anon i decided to get this story on board since i have it all planned. Not yet written completely but i KNOW what's gonna happen throughout the whole fic. In the end i hope you like this story and I'm dedicating it to @softlyspector and @astroboots they have both been so great at giving me advice. Thing is hi i didn't say it was me bc it was on anon. You guys (Becca and Cici) are not obliged to read this at all but i felt like giving thanks for your very rewarding advice anyways. Thank you 🤍

Chapter 1

Marc had a lot on his mind. He was trying to block Steven off for a bit even though he knew he probably should let Steven take this moment. But he wanted a moment alone.

Between his mom dying and his dad seeing him but not exchanging words it was a little bit too much. A little bit too fresh. Even though that had only happened a few days ago.

He just wanted to sleep but he had to do this. So he grabbed a box from the ones he had left on the outside of his, well, Steven's new apartment and his foot got on the side of his door frame but he kept going.

Leaving the box on the floor he just stared at it for a moment until he turned around.

Gasping, a little scared at what he saw and then--

"Hi? Um. Do you need any help? Are you my new neighbor?" A woman asked. You must be in your late 20s. You were smiling a little nervously.

Gosh he needed sleep. He didn't need this right now.

He started walking towards you and you kept on his stare until he was too close to her, you were blocking his exit. Moving out of the way you looked somewhere else.

"I'm good, thanks" He looked at her and smiled. He knew it wasn't a genuine smile but he hoped it eased her to walk away. Walk away from his life. He didn't want to meet anyone. He wasn't looking for friends. He just wanted Layla and he couldn't even have that. He hated how everything turned out.

Walking over to the elevator, he didn't noticed that the woman was still staring at him while biting her lip. You knew what you had to do. You had heard him through the thin walls of your apartment. Cursing and moving heavy stuff.

A new neighbor. You haven't had a neighbor in over six months. The apartment had been vacant since Mr. Ripley's death. You missed baking him cookies and sitting with him to drink tea. He would drink tea while you drank water. Not a big fan of coffee or tea and the old man didn't drink anything else. Sometimes you would bring your own juice. But the old man hated when you did that. So you just opted for water with cookies.

This was new. Cursing and movement was new and when you saw through the peephole a silhouette of a man, your first thought was that his back was too toned for his own good.

Not having a lot of friends here in London. And you thought maybe since you had been on such good terms with Mr Ripley before his death, maybe you could be friends with your new neighbor?

The smile that he gave you seemed to make him look constipated or something. You gave a little snort but he didn't hear you.

Just when the doors for the elevator were about to close, you ran for it and slip through.

The doors closed and you didn't look at him. Not even through the mirrors all around you and him.

You were silent until finally you broke the ice. "Really, i don't mind. I'd like to be in good terms with my neighbors." You said like it was nothing and Marc closed his fist and let it open again while he breathed.

"If you say so." He muttered but he knew you heard because from the corner of his eye you nodded with a smile.

He didn't seem like a bad person. He just seemed like he had a lot going on. Maybe helping him move will ease some of his worries away.

When the both of you got out of the elevator and into the street, you saw a truck with it's trunk open and a few boxes left. Either he didn't have a lot to move or he had already done it and she didn't hear him until the last second. You're here already, though.

Your arms went for a big box but he stopped you, his hand engulfing your arm and you just stared dumbfounded at his touch for a moment. Until you looked at his eyes and even though he still seemed tormented, he was half smiling. He still looked constipated though, like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

The man clears his throat and you try not to stare too hard. His back had been interesting to you all the way through her peephole upstairs, but seeing him up close was too much.

Not because he transmitted bad energy, he just was too pretty for your own good. You loved an attractive man like any other person but when they were pretty and knew about it, they used those looks to get their way. You hoped he wasn't the case. Even though he didn't seem to flaunt his looks at all in the few minutes you have known eachother.

His forehead was sweaty and so were his curls, rebellious rebellious curls that he kept pushing back with a huff.

"Not that one, too heavy." He says.

You want to say "and you think i can't take it?" But you just nods. Who knows what's in that box. Maybe it really is heavy. He pushes you a smaller box and when you grab it thinking it's gonna be heavy, you step back a little losing balance.

His hand goes to your back to steady you, his other holding the box she was about to take until he stopped her.

"Easy there" his hand is gone the instant you're steady on your feet and he starts walking inside again.

You stared at his back once more. Sighing as you walk behind him.

You both do this a few times, going back and forth grabbing boxes and leaving them at his empty apartment.

When you are all done, his hands go to his hips inspecting the now full apartment with just boxes and just when you're about to ask "what now?" Your alarm goes off.

Taking the phone out of your pocket and blink at the name of the alarm. It's time for your therapist's appointment.

"Um, i need to go, but it was nice meeting you." You nod and he just nods back, his face is blank with a thin line on his lips.

"Nice to meet you too, neighbor" He smiles and for the first time his smile doesn't seem like he's dying inside. He seems genuine to have met you and you try to keep your steady heart but it's a losing battle if you're being honest.

Turning around, you walk away to your apartment to get ready, a smile on your face like you can't contain it. It's so big you feel like your skin might break and make your smile even bigger.

***

"You seem totally fine from our pasts sessions and i think you have the skills to deal with whatever comes your way. I think, i think we should close your case." Dr. Williams closed her notebook.

Your eyes widened and your fingers made crescent moons on your knees.

You didn't think you were ready to leave therapy, not yet. It was a bit early, no? You were doing better yes but for the past years you had been from therapist to therapist that's all you seemed to know. So, hearing this was, weird, you didn't like it at all. You weren't ready.

"You think so?" You asked gulping. Scared.

"Yes. Don't you?" Dr. Williams pushed her glasses further up her nose and she tilted her head with a kind smile on her face.

"I really really don't" You let out a shaky breath.

"Relax, okay. I think you're ready but if you don't that's totally fine. We can see eachother for a little while until you feel like you're ready. But i need you to think about it okay? Can you do that?"

Dr Williams had been seeing you for a year now. Treating your depression and big insecurities. You didn't think you were cured at all so why was Dr. Williams even suggesting to close the case? Do people even go to therapy to get cured or to manage?

"I can do that" you relaxed and let yourself get a bit more comfortable in the sofa in her office.

"Great." Dr Williams looked at her watch. "We have 15 more minutes before our session is over. Anything interesting happened today?" She finally asked.

You were about to say no, until you remembered, him. He had been the highlight of your day. And maybe your doctor could see it on your face because she clasped her hands and seemed to get closer.

"Something did! Tell me tell me" Dr Williams chuckled and while you smiled and looked outside the window you started talking.

"I have a new neighbor" looking into Dr. Williams green eyes, you saw how her eyes sparkled with the want to know more.

"Really? What's their name?"

Your eyes widened when you noticed you never asked him for his name. You remember it was on the tip of your tongue but the silence while you both worked made it almost impossible to ask. Like breaking a spell.

"Shoot, i didn't ask him his name" you sheepishly say and Dr Williams laughs, throwing her head back, her red long wavy hair dancing in the air.

"Next time you see him you better ask him his name" She says.

"Yes, of course. Cross my heart." You made the crossing in your chest and smiled at the thought of him.

A little grumpy but he seemed like a nice person and that was enough to keep you interested.

***

Getting into your apartment complex late at night after your doctor's appointment, and then having some dinner with friends and a few drinks. You were technically sober, but you couldn't move right. Grasping the wall of the elevator, you felt your head was out of your shoulders and the only thing that could ground you was your bed.

When the elevator opened, you tried to walk out of it but was too unsteady. Before you lost balance you felt arms held you.

When you looked up and blinked. Neighbor guy.

"Oh, hi" You chirped and he smiled. You didn't know if it was the light or your dizziness but he didn't seem as tormented as before.

"Hello there, do you need help, love?" His voice sounded different. British. Which was weird. Wasn't he American? You were a forgetful person but you didn't think you were that much. Or were you? Maybe it's the drinks you had tonight.

"I thought you were American?" You grinned as he led you out of the elevator.

He chuckled. "I don't know what you're talking about but I've always been British." He says and now you're getting more confused. You honestly just need more sleep.

"Where do you go?" He asks and you frowned.

"Next to you." You say looking at him with hooded eyes as his hands on your hips tighten. Then he softens and mumbles a sorry. You swear you can see that he's blushing and you bite your lip.

"Um" you look around until you see your door. "There"

His eyes widen. "Oh! Next to me, next to me. How dumb, okay now i get it. Sorry." He starts leading you to your door and you can't help but giggle.

"It's okay, honest mistake." You breathe when you still feel his hands on you.

The guy from earlier had touched you once when you went to grab the box and his touch had lingered on your skin for a while after he retracted his hand and you know you will be thinking of his hands on your waist again on your bed.

When you were in front of your door, his hands went away and you brought your key from your jacket pocket. You opened the door and turned around.

The guy was staring at you with an awkward smile expression.

"I forgot to ask your name earlier." You leaned against the door and he grinned.

"Steven"

You nodded thoughtfully. He didn't seem like a Steven at first but sure, that's his name. You can't change that.

You tell him your name and he repeats it and you shiver at the way he's looking at you.

"Well, um, i should sleep now. Thank you for helping me Steven." You point to the back of your apartment.

"Of course, of course. I'll leave you to it. Have a nice night." He waves and goes into his own apartment.

You close your door and lean against it. He's really cute.

Brushing your teeth and changing is a little difficult but you manage.

As you get comfortable in your sheets you think of both of your encounters with this man today. One, he seemed quiet and grumpy and the second he appeared to be chatty and he didn't looked that distressed as the first encounter.

You could still feel his hands on you. A ghost of a touch. Both so different and when Steven held your hips tighter, gosh, you were about to ascend to heaven.

You couldn't wait to see Steven again. Maybe you could bake him some cookies tomorrow. Maybe.

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Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now

Jonathan Byers x Reader (Explicit)

Summary: Jonathan really tried to keep his feelings to himself, but he’s almost reached his limit. Especially when Steve starts interfering.

warning! this fic contains pining, best friends to lovers, jealousy, very emotional sexual situations, 2 virgins going at it, oral (m and f receiving) and sub jonathan. also, this is set between season 2 and 3 but they’re both 18! :)

•••

The road had too many fucking potholes.

Jonathan tried his best to avoid them as his best friend, (Y/N), slept in the passenger seat of his car. It wasn’t easy, since the town of Hawkins clearly didn’t care about road maintenance, at least on this side of town.

“Jonathan?” She stirred in her sleep, slowing opening her eyes as she adjusted to the sunlight filling the car.

“Good morning,” he glanced over at her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “You were out like a light.”

They’d been driving for awhile at that point, returning from a daytrip to Indianapolis to fill Jonathan’s photography portfolio. He’d snapped a few images of her, as well, and even taught her how to use the camera in order to take some shots of him.

“We walked around the city for like four hours, I was exhausted.”

“Yeah, okay. Still had to drive in silence for like two hours.”

“Literally no one made you do that.”

He didn’t have a rebuttal, so he just kept driving. She turned on his car stereo and Blondie quietly filled the car. It was music that she had gotten him into a few years ago. She hummed along to the song and he smiled to himself.

He really wasn’t sure when he’d started having feelings for his best friend. If he absolutely had to decide on a moment, it was when they were 10. She had come over, like she did almost everyday, and hung out with him and Will while Joyce was at work. They were watching some cartoon Will had picked out when she turned to Jonathan, put her hands on his face, and stared deeply into his eyes.

“I need you to promise me something.” She looked deadly serious.

“Yeah?” He pulled her hands off of his face.

“When we go into middle school next year, you can’t abandon me for anyone else. Ever.” Her eyes were misty, as this was something she’d clearly been worrying about. Her older sister had confided in her that once middle school starts, friends change and grow apart. She’s absolutely die if that happened between her and Jonathan.

“I would never do that!” He seemed almost offended at the notion.

“Promise me?”

She held out her pinky, her nails painted green. He didn’t even think as he wrapped his pinky around hers, never even doubting for a second that they would be best friends forever.

“I promise.”

Looking back, he realized that it was her fear of losing one another, a fear he also shared, that made him really begin to crush on her. He’d kept his secret for 8 years now, and he was not about to blow it anytime soon. He’d rather be with her as just friends than risk losing her completely.

“Are you hungry?” She pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He actually wasn’t that hungry, but she wouldn’t have been asking if she wasn’t, so he decided he’d eat anyway.

“Pizza?” It was their go-to food, honestly.

“It’s like you read my mind.”

•••

Jonathan picked her up every single morning on the way to school. It brightened his morning to see her stumbling out of her house, still sleepy. He loved getting to spend extra time with her, and he would do pretty much anything for it.

One of Jonathan’s absolute favorite things about his best friend was how well she got along with Will. The three of them had grown up together, and so Will had honestly viewed her like an older sister. He’d come to her for advice pretty often, and sometimes they would hang out just the two of them. She even got along amazingly with Joyce!

“I’m just saying, you should really try it.” Will had been begging her to try playing D&D, his latest campaign needing one more party member. Max had downright refused, saying she didn’t ‘care about that nerdy shit.’

“Will, I would, but I’ve got so much schoolwork lately it’s ridiculous.” She’d joined one too many AP classes that year and was really suffering for it.

“Fine. Dustin said he would try to get Steve to join, anyway.” Will sat back in his seat, accepting her answer.

Steve was a hot topic between (Y/N) and Jonathan. She’d had a crush on the boy with amazing hair a few years prior, which had crushed Jonathan. He couldn’t help getting annoyed every time Steve was brought up, but he always made up excuses like ‘he’s just an asshole’ or ‘that guy? I bet he spends more time on his hair than he lasts in bed.’ Her crush had actually cooled down for a bit while he dated Nancy Wheeler, a good friend of hers, but ramped right back up when they split.

“Where are you guys having this campaign?” Jonathan really hoped Will would say anywhere but the Byers house.

“Our house. First part is today!”

Shit. She came over everyday to study in Jonathan’s room (and to hang out, too) so she was bound to see Steve.

Jonathan pulled in front of Hawkins Middle School, letting Will out. No one really liked for him to ride his bike anywhere after the events with Hawkins Lab.

“Be smart!” Jonathan called.

“Make good choices!” (Y/N) waved.

It was a little tradition they had with the younger Byers. They’d said it everyday when the dropped him off, much to his chagrin.

“Ugh!” He walked away.

Jonathan drove off, his mind racing with possibilities of (Y/N) and Steve together. Would he kiss her the way Jonathan wanted to? With one hand wrapped securely around her waist, the other entangled in her hair? Or would Steve have ways he hadn’t even considered?

“What’s bothering you?” Again, she pulled him out of his thoughts. He reminded himself that she was in his car right now, not Steve’s.

“Worried about that physics test.” He quickly lied. He actually was pretty worried about it, though.

“I’ll let you copy off me if you give me the English homework.” She smiled as he parked in the high school parking lot.

“Deal.” He smiled back at her. She always had a way of making him feel better.

But even as they walked through the halls, he kept thinking about Steve coming over that night. He tried to think of ways he could tell her not to come over. He couldn’t say he was feeling sick, as they were literally together all morning. He couldn’t say he didn’t want her to, as she’d see right through that. He just had to hope that Dustin wasn’t as good at convincing as Will hoped.

“—which is absolutely crazy, right? Jonathan?” He tuned back in, catching the end of what she was saying.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay today?” She put her hand to his forehead, butterflies filling his stomach.

“Didn’t sleep well last night.”

“I could stay over if you want. You know my mom’s okay with it.”

Another perk of being best friends literally their entire lives—sleepovers were a regular thing. As weird as he felt about it, Jonathan liked seeing her in her pajamas, seeing her in a way no one else did. He liked having her all to himself.

He really had an issue now. She would be so suspicious if he turned down a sleepover since he’d never done that before. In fact, he was usually the one suggesting them.

“Sure, yeah. I’m gonna head off to class.” He awkwardly mumbled, shooting off in the other direction.

She stared after him, wondering what his problem was. Anxiously, she bit her lip as she ran through all the possible things in her head, walking to her class. Maybe Joyce was nagging him about his grades? But that wasn’t very likely, as Joyce didn’t care about shit like that. Was he being bullied again? He would have told her, she hoped. (Y/N) froze, her thoughts coming to a complete stop.

What if he realized she was in love with him?

That would explain why he was so awkward with her today. God! She felt her stomach tie up in knots at the thought. There was no way, she’d been so careful. She’d been distracting herself with Steve Harrington, for fuck’s sake. After all, it was much easier to pine after someone she barely knew than face rejection from her lifelong best friend.

She tried to ignore those thoughts as she went through her classes, her anxiety building as lunch approached.

Jonathan was annoyed as he walked into the cafeteria. Steve had approached him in the hall just before to make sure it was okay that he was playing with the kids and if they would like him to bring pizza. It was even more frustrating that Steve was actually a pretty cool guy.

He made his way over to (Y/N), who sat reading a book. Taking a second to admire her before he sat, he really started to get nauseous at the thought of her and Steve.

‘Maybe he could actually treat her well. Maybe she deserves someone better than me.’ He thought as he slid into the seat across from her.

They didn’t speak as they both read, sharing large a bag of potato chips. It had been that way for years, a daily tradition they wouldn’t dream of breaking. There was just something so intimate in the silence, the comfort of it all.

Jonathan wouldn’t trade moments like these for all the money in the world.

•••

Steve was annoyingly on time with 5 pizzas. Cheese, pepperoni, supreme, meat lovers, and veggie. He was also frustratingly considerate, not really knowing who ate what.

Lucas, Will, Mike, and Dustin, along with Max and Eleven, who just wanted to watch, all sat sprawled across the Byers’ living room floor. The table was all set for the campaign, but being kids, they were all starving.

Jonathan and (Y/N) were studying in his room when Max came knocking.

“Harrington’s here with pizza!” She spoke through the door.

“Thanks!” (Y/N) called, closing her textbook.

Jonathan stayed still. He really didn’t feel like watching the love of his life fawn over someone he thought was so much better than him. He couldn’t help but compare himself to Steve. Harrington was taller, richer, conventionally more attractive, more athletic. He was more popular, and definitely more experienced when it came to women. Jonathan felt as though he was less than Steve in every aspect.

“Come on, Jon.” She pulled his arm, straining to lift him off the bed. “I’m hungry.”

“Ugh.” He groaned as he stood up. “Let’s eat in here.”

“I want to talk to the kids for a bit.” She walked out of the room.

When she entered the living room, Mike and Eleven were practically sitting on top of each other on the couch. Max and Lucas were sitting at the kitchen table, laughing and making jokes with Will. Dustin sat eating on the floor with Steve.

“(Y/N)!” Dustin smiled, pointing to the pizza. “Take your pick.”

She walked over to the boxes, taking two of the untouched veggie slices.

“Perks of liking your vegetables? You get a whole pizza to yourself.” She smiled as she sat on the floor with Dustin and Steve.

“I don’t know how you eat that crap.” Dustin scoffed.

“Compared to your meat monstrosity? I feel sorry for your toilet.” She laughed and he threw a piece of sausage at her.

All the kids looked up to the cool older girl that made an effort to spend time with them and understand them. She’d had special moments with each kid, but mostly Will and Lucas.

“I don’t know, I’ve always been a plain cheese guy.” Steve spoke up, finally. He’d been a little nervous.

Truth be told, he was kind of into (Y/N). She’d saved his ass from the demodogs a few months prior and he just hasn’t been able to look at her the same. Especially now that he and Nancy had broken up.

“Because you’re boring.” Dustin had become a lot more snarky lately.

“Rude! Just because he’s boring doesn’t mean you have to say it.” She teased, knocking her knee against Steve’s.

He ran his hand through his hair, practically preening for her attention.

It made Jonathan, who was watching from the kitchen table, sick to his stomach.

“Are you ever gonna make a move, man?” Lucas rolled his eyes at his best friend’s older brother.

“What are you talking about?” Jonathan looked absolutely perplexed.

“Come on, Byers. You’re so obvious it’s making me nauseous.” Max groaned as she put her pizza slice down, dramatically crossing her arms.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He shook his head at the trio of annoyed children.

“Your crush on (Y/N).” Will quietly spoke.

Jonathan shushed him anyway.

“You guys are crazy.” He stood, retreating to his room.

He wondered if he was actually that obvious as he slumped back onto his headboard. Grabbing his history homework, he tried to immerse himself in the assignment.

After about 10 minutes, (Y/N) entered his room.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much” She grinned as she flopped on her stomach next to him on the bed.

“I almost died waiting for you.” He not-so-sarcastically replied.

“I’m here now. What’s going on in that big dumb head of yours?” She stared at him, head propped up by her palms.

“Nothing. Why do you keep asking me that today?” He shyer away under her gaze.

“Because you’re acting all weird. I’m allowed to be concerned about you.”

“Stop. I’m fine.” He didn’t look up from his homework.

She grabbed it from his lap, placing the paper on the floor.

“Jonathan. Talk to me.” She looked at him sternly.

He sighed, putting his head in his hands. She really was persistent.

“I wish you would just drop it.” His voice was muffled.

“Well, tough shit, Byers. I’m not going to leave you alone until you tell me.”

He peeked out from behind his hands. Her eyes poured into his, full of concern. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

“Can you just drop it? I’ll tell you when everyone leaves, okay?” That would give him enough time to come up with something, right?

“Fine, but the second that door closes, you’re gonna spill.” She smiled and rolled onto her back, closing her eyes.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

•••

(Y/N) had wandered into the kitchen a while later, fetching a glass of water, when Steve popped up behind her.

“Hey, there.” He smiled, slightly posing with his hands on his hips.

“Hey. How’s the campaign going?” She took a sip from her glass.

“Well, I made a character and Will explained the basics of the game. That took like, an hour and a half. And now we’re setting up the actual world. That took another half an hour. So, pretty great?” He looked so confused, but he was really trying for these kids.

“I’m sure they really appreciate you trying, Steve. I know I certainly do.” She smiled ever so softly at him, the small action giving him heart palpitations.

“Listen, you need a ride home? I can take you. Maybe stop for a sundae or something?” He looked hopeful.

“Sorry, I’m staying the night. I really appreciate your offer, though!” She turned and walked out of the kitchen, feeling slightly guilty.

Steve Harrington had just asked her out and she turned him down.

She stepped into the bathroom, heart beating fast. As she stared at her reflection, she had a few realizations.

1) She would never be able to go out with someone while she had such strong feelings for Jonathan.

2) If Jonathan truly didn’t like her, she needed to get over him and put herself out there, and who could be better than Steve?

3) She needed to find out Jonathan’s feelings. Tonight.

She gently splashed some water in her face and tried to muster up some confidence as she concocted a plan. She’d listen to what was bothering Jonathan so terribly and then confess to her own bothersome issue. He’d be so willing to help, and she’d say outright ‘I’ve developed romantic feelings for you and I need to know if you feel the same.’

Easier said than done.

•••

Dread filled the older Byers boy as the kids all filed out of the house. Steve had decided to drive them all home since it was so late and it had begun raining, and they could come fetch their bikes later. Even annoyed with him, Jonathan had to admit Steve was pretty cool.

“Go to bed, dork.” (Y/N) was talking to Will, who was trying to help her clean up all of the pizza. “I’ve got this.”

“Okay. Goodnight, guys.” Will yawned as he wandered into the bathroom.

“What time is Joyce getting home?” She placed the pizza into tupperware, discarding the boxes into the trash.

“I think she’s working a double, so probably around 3AM?”

She nodded and he began helping her clean up after the kids. Soda cans, napkins, and paper plates were cleaned up slowly, Jonathan trying to extend the time as much as possible.

He still hasn’t come up with a good enough excuse.

“I’m going to change and then I want to hear all about what’s bothering you.” She walked past, heading into his room.

He had a drawer of her clothes, and she had one of his at her house. They were so entangled in each other’s lives that she began to second guess her plan. What would she do everyday without Jonathan? He drove her to school, drove her home, sat with her at lunch, stayed up all night talking to her. He was such a major part of her life that she really couldn’t picture what life would be like without him.

She pulled on her pajamas, some old sweatpants and a t-shirt, and opened the door. Jonathan was standing on the other side.

They followed their usual sleepover routine, him closing the door and changing while she went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She stared at her reflection again, scrutinizing her appearance. She was typically so confident, but so close to making a life-altering confession, she felt so undeserving of the love she was about to beg for.

‘Get it together!’ She internally battled with herself. ‘This is Jonathan you’re worried about. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body.’

She took a few deep breaths, tucked her hair into a slightly more suitable fashion, and walked out of the bathroom.

“Okay, Jon. Spill.” She closed his bedroom door behind her, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

He hadn’t been this anxious in a while. Everything had paled in comparison to Will going missing, and while this wasn’t nearly as encompassing as that had been, he was still on the verge of a life-changing moment.

He had finally decided on just being honest. He couldn’t lie to her, and honestly he was dying to tell her his big secret anyway.

“Look, it’s embarrassing.” He tried one last time to get her to stop.

“More embarrassing than the time you pissed yourself in my bed?”

He blushed at the memory. He’d been around 8 at the time and he was dealing with a lot of nightmares about his father. Unfortunately, one was just so terrible that it caused him to have an accident in her bed.

“Oh, god. Stop bringing that up.” He covered his face with his hands in shame.

She grabbed his wrists, gently pulling them away from the face she adored so much.

“You can tell me, Jonathan. There’s absolutely nothing you could tell me that I wouldn’t accept you for.”

He took a deep breath, steeling himself as he made eye contact with her.

Memories of their years together flashed through his mind. Swimming at the local pool together, going to the movies with Will, sharing an ice cream cone when they could only afford one, dancing along to Blondie in the car, countless nights in each other’s rooms, holding each other as they cried when they believed Will was dead, and fighting literal monsters from another dimension.

They’d been together through everything.

“I don’t know how to say it, but just let me talk and don’t interrupt me, okay?” He avoided eye contact, opting instead to stare at his lap.

She nodded, signaling for him to go on.

“I really like you. And obviously you know that, you’re my best friend in the entire world, but it’s more than that. I like you, and it’s for a million reasons. It’s the way you’re always there for me, even in the worst moments of my life. It’s the way you just understand me, and how I never have to explain myself around you. The way you snore, even though you swear you don’t, and it keeps me up at night but I don’t even mind because it’s you who’s doing it. It’s the way you laugh, and how I can be having the worst day, but you make me laugh, too. It’s how you laugh at your own jokes harder than anyone else does, even when they aren’t that funny. How you’re so unbelievably smart and kind and interesting. It’s not just because I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and it’s not just because I’ve known you since kindergarten. I’m not saying this because I expect you to like me back or whatever, this has just been building for so long, and I think I might have exploded if I didn’t say something.”

The silence that followed was earth-shatteringly loud. His thoughts ran a million miles a minute as he waited for her response, too anxious to risk glancing up at her.

If he had, he would have seen the tears looking in her eyes and the saccharine grin on her face as she tried to think of a response as poetic and sweet as the confession he just gave her.

“Jonathan—”

“Don’t feel like you have to say it back. I was just—”

“Jonathan.”

He finally, finally looked up at her, and he saw the pure joy etched onto her face.

“I really like you, too.” She grabbed his hand and he felt relief flood his veins.

“No way. You’re not fucking with me?” He couldn’t help but doubt her, as this would be the best thing to happen in his life if she was serious.

“Not at all. Can I ask you a question, though?” She inched slightly closer to him.

“Anything in the entire world.”

“How long?”

“Since we were 10.”

Nothing on the planet could have wiped the smile off her face. A demogorgon could walk in at that exact moment and she would tell it that her best friend was in love with her.

“You win. I think I was like 14 when I realized. You started keeping pads in your locker just for me and I knew that no one else would ever compare.”

He felt like he was floating. He honestly hadn’t expected things to work out in his favor. A large part of him had figured she would demand to be driven home and never want to speak to him again.

“Can I ask you one more question?” She looked down now, seemingly shy.

“Of course.”

“Can I kiss you?” She looked into his eyes now, a glint of something he had never seen before lurking.

He nodded eagerly, his hands coming to rest on either side of her face as she mirrored his actions.

They leaned in synchronously and if Jonathan thought he was overjoyed before, his heart almost burst as their lips met. Soft, tender, and eager, their kiss was passionately sweet. It was years of love finally coming to fruition, both lovers tasting like toothpaste. She slid one of her hands into the hair just above his neck and his mind went completely blank.

Although he could feel his need for air growing, he didn’t want to part from her mouth for even a second. Luckily, she valued air slightly more than Jonathan’s lips and pulled apart for the both of them.

“Is this a weird time to ask if you want to be my girlfriend?” He let out a soft laugh as she shook her head.

“Not weird at all. I was just about to ask you the same thing.” She played with his hair, running her fingers through the strands as their foreheads rested against each other.

“If I wanna be your girlfriend?”

She giggled and nodded.

“This is not how I pictured this night going.” She leaned back in to kiss her new boyfriend.

The angled was slightly awkward, his legs hanging off the side of his bed as she sat cross legged facing him, so she moved to straddle his lap. He gasped at the new position they were kissing in, something he hadn’t expected in the least.

“Is this okay?” She asked, concerned she had crossed a boundary.

“More than okay. God, this is like a dream come true.”

He softly pulled her face back to his and kissed her cheek, beginning a trail down her jaw. One arm wrapped firmly around her waist and he settled in a malleable spot on her neck, kissing and lightly sucking as her mouth hung open above him. She whimpered slightly, only egging him on.

“Jonathan!” She moaned, arching her back into his touch.

He’d never heard something as beautiful as the way she said his name, her voice full of need.

As he moved back to kiss her mouth, neither of them could really say how long they’d been making out for. The storm raged on outside as they continued to explore this new element of each other.

Spurred on by lust, (Y/N) gently rocked her hips against Jonathan’s, the untold amount of kissing igniting primal reactions.

He stilled, growing hard and embarrassed as she pulled away from his mouth.

“Sorry! I don’t know why I did that.” She rested her head in the crook of his neck.

“No, no. It’s fine, just…unexpected.” He ran the hand that wasn’t holding her pressed to him through her hair now. “It was pretty hot.”

Her cheeks grew hot as she took in what he said. Hot? She could definitely work with that.

Bringing her face back to his, she paused just before connecting their lips. Rolling her hips once more, she relished in the soft groan Jonathan let out.

“I like that sound.”

She pressed her lips to his, continuing the movement of her pelvis against his. He could feel himself growing harder at each rock, the pleasure shooting through him. He’d never felt anything down there besides his own hand, so this was completely new to him.

“(Y/N), please.” He wasn’t sure what he was pleading for, but he just felt so damn good under her that he would take anything she gave him.

She grinned into their heated kiss, pushing him onto his back as she continued to grind into him.

They stayed like this for awhile until Jonathan ever so gently pulled away.

“Jonathan, I really want to fuck you right now.”

He could’ve sworn he heard her wrong. He was already lucky enough, kissing her and finally being her boyfriend after all these years. Now she wanted to have sex? With him?

“Is that okay?” She was anxious that she’d crossed a line now, that he wouldn’t want her anymore.

“Is that…yeah. Yeah, I want to fuck you too.” The words were choked out, his head spinning.

“Okay. That’s gonna be tricky with all these clothes on.”

She reached down to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off as he sat up slightly to assist her. This was the first time she felt she could really admire him shirtless as he laid bare in front of her.

Jonathan had always felt like he was way too scrawny. He’d shied away from the mirror every time he found himself in front of it, but here? Now? With her looking at his chest like that, with so much love and lust in her eyes, he felt beautiful.

He shyly placed his fingers just under the hemline of her shirt, not daring to actually take it off. She giggled at this, and actually removed the shirt.

Since she was planning on going to sleep, she obviously hadn’t been wearing a bra. Jonathan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he realized her breasts were right there, fully exposed to him.

“Holy shit.” He breathed, admiring them.

“You can touch me.” She smiled, grabbing his hand and bringing it to her chest.

He might have sound a bit perverted, but he had been dreaming about this moment since he first started having sexual feelings. He massaged her gently, the flesh between his fingers much softer than he had ever imagined.

In an act of boldness that he didn’t know he possessed, he sat up, using this new angle to latch onto her nipple. She gasped, both out of shock and arousal, and ran her fingers through his hair.

Emboldened by her sounds, he brought his hand to her other nipple and began to play with it, the action slightly clumsy but overall pleasant. She moaned above him and reached down to undo the tie on his sweatpants.

“Off.” She ordered, causing him to lift his hips as she pulled them off of him.

She noticed how his dick strained against his boxers, a small stain of his arousal forming. It just turned her on more as she stood to slide her own pants off.

He took this moment to admire her naked, something he had never seen before. The curve of her hips, the round of her stomach, the indent of her waist, the stretch marks that expanded all over. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful.

“Jesus, (Y/N). You’re the most gorgeous girl in the entire world.”

She grew more confident with his words, twirling around for him. He felt like the luckiest guy in history to be here with her in this moment.

She crawled back over him, grinning when his hands flew down to the swell of her ass.

“Do you have a condom?” She cocked her head to the side.

He immediately groaned in shame, knowing he didn’t have one, as he’d never needed one before this very moment.

“No.” He began to detach himself from her until she shook her head and moved his hands back to where they were.

“There’s stuff other than penetrative sex, y’know.”

He nodded, bringing her mouth back to his. Even with the prospect of oral sex looming, he just wanted to kiss her until his lips hurt. Even then, he’d probably still want more.

She sat on top of him, straddling his hips in nothing but her underwear. Warmth radiated from both of them as she pulled away from the kiss to look into his eyes.

“Can I just say that this might be the happiest I’ve ever been?” She placed a loud, comical kiss on his cheek.

“I know for a fact that this is the best moment of my life.” He was breathless as he held her tighter.

“I know a way to make it better.”

His feet were still planted on the floor as he sat horizontally on his bed. This position made it much easier for her to slide onto the floor between his legs, her hands coming to rest on his thighs.

“What are you doing?” He sat up halfway, resting his weight on his elbows.

“Showing you my appreciation.”

A soft, surprised exhale left his lips as she kissed him over his underwear. It was a foreign sensation that he never knew he needed so badly.

“Appreciation for what?”

The mischievous smile she wore faded slightly as she began to look very serious.

“Always being there for me. Loving me for all these years, caring about me. I never figured you’d care for me like this,” she rubbed her hand slowly over his dick, making him close his eyes in pleasure. “And now that I know it’s mutual, I wanna treat you right.”

He just nodded, her hand still moving. He wished he could have some sweet reply, but her hand just felt so good that it was all he could register. She brought her fingers to the elastic band of his underwear and leisurely brought the fabric down.

“You’ve been hiding this from me for years?!” Her eyes widened at the sight of him, much larger than she had anticipated.

He was confused. He didn’t think he was really that big, honestly. He’s definitely seen bigger in the boy’s locker rooms at school, but hearing her reaction really stroked his minuscule ego.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was clenching her thighs together at the cock she now held in her hand. It was a little above average but she’d never seen one in person anyway, and it certainly looked like it would still hurt going in. She brought her mouth to it, placing a soft kiss to the pink tip, and began swirling her tongue around as she placed him in her mouth. He groaned again as she began to bob her head, sucking slightly.

He tasted salty as she continued and he couldn’t believe how amazing her mouth felt. Her mouth, that constantly called him a dumbass, was enveloped around him. His dick was hitting the back of her throat.

She was fucking blowing him.

“Oh, god, (Y/N).” If just her mouth felt this good, would he actually ascend to heaven when he fucked her?

“So pretty.” His hands gripped the comforter below him and he tried to keep his eyes open, tried to cement the sight of her on her knees for him to memory.

She kept moving her head, sucking and licking, while her hand worked to please him when she couldn’t reach the base of his cock.

“I’m really close.” He murmured, voice dripping with lust. He was practically whining.

“Come in my mouth.” She pulled off of him for a moment to speak, and then continued pleasing him.

Just the thought of her swallowing his seed, the lewdness of it all combined with the fact that the love of his life was giving him a mind blowing blowjob, sent him over the edge. He clapped a hand over his mouth as he came, stifling his moans as she swallowed around him.

As she clambered back onto the bed, Jonathan tried to remember the article he’d seen a few years ago about giving a woman head. He could remember a few key points, like focusing in the clitoris and how to find the g-spot, but there was so real explanation of how to ask.

“(Y/N), I really want to…uh…” He felt so stupid as he pulled at the band of her underwear.

“You tired?”

“No, I want to…eat you.”

“Eat me?!”

“Eat you out!”

Her already soaked underwear stood no chance now as she laid back on his bed, on her best friend’s boyfriend’s bed and spread her legs. He settled himself between them and kissed the inside of her thigh as she ran her fingers through his hair again.

“You ever done any of this before?” She looked down at him, already knowing the answer.

“You were my first kiss tonight.” He blushed as he buried himself in the crease where her pelvis met her leg.

“Oh, god. That’s really hot.”

Fingers coming to wrap around the fabric, he readied himself to actually see her most vulnerable parts. This was a hard line they were crossing and he couldn’t be happier.

Thunder rumbled loudly as he pressed a tentative, unsure kiss to her core. She giggled and he used his fingers to spread her labia as he looked for the little bundle of nerves that was soon to become his buddy. Finding it, he used his thumb and began to rub circles around it, knowing he succeeded as she squirmed under him in pleasure.

“That feels good.” She usually just played with herself, as no one had ever gone down on her before. It was a lot better when someone else was doing it.

He continued his movements, licking a stripe up her love box and truly beginning to eat her out. He was pretty eager for his first time, literally tongue fucking her as his thumb continued it’s grueling pattern of circles on her clit. Her hips rolled against his face, slightly skewing his rhythm, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her legs onto his shoulders. This leverage really worked for him, his tongue travelling deeper as she melted into a puddle under him.

Her hands never left his hair, pulling wildly as she crumbled underneath him. She tried to keep quiet, as Will was sleeping in the next room, but Jonathan felt so good that she had to bite her lip to keep it down. Looking down at her new lover, she couldn’t hold back the moan that left her lips when he looked into her eyes.

“Jonathan, I’m really close.” She whispered, her voice absolutely sinful.

“Come in my mouth.” He repeated back to her, speeding up his thumb.

She had to pull one of his pillows over her face as she came, unable to keep quiet from the pure pleasure he’d given her. They were both lightheaded as he pulled away from her legs, climbing up to cuddle her.

“I know you have to go pee so you don’t get a UTI, but can I just hold you for a minute?” He wrapped an arm around her waist, still shocked at the entire night.

“Yeah. This was really fucking fun, by the way.” She turned to face him, her hands on his cheeks.

“We should do this more often.” He placed a sweet and quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Okay. But I really have to piss, Byers.”

He watched as she pulled on his pajamas and left the room.

•••

The next morning, Joyce woke up to the usual routine. Jonathan cooking breakfast while Will and (Y/N) sat at the breakfast table doing some last minute homework.

“You guys, I can’t find my keys.” She was bustling around the house looking for them when (Y/N) held them out in her hand.

“They were in the pantry.” She smiled at Joyce, who just hugged her in return.

“Are those Jonathan’s pajamas?” She pulled away and looked between the two nervous seniors.

“Uh, yes. They are.” She nodded nervously.

“We’re together now, Mom.” Jonathan turned away from the stove to look at his mother.

“About time! I was wondering how many night shifts I needed to work before you guys talked about your feelings.” She laughed and kissed Will’s head as she left for work.

The three of them looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Jonathan couldn’t have been luckier.

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