#jonathan byers arc

[mikeslawyer]

never fails to piss me off how this fandom made steve into this huge lgbt ally, made him out to be practically perfect, forgot every bad thing he’s done in favour of his character development and yet seems to be simultaneously hating on jonathan.

jonathan, who has been the best older brother to will, a canonically queer character throughout the entire show, no matter what

jonathan, who understood what will was telling him in that one scene in s4 and told him that he knows and it’s okay and he loves him, always will love him

jonathan, who knows that will is in love with mike and has vowed himself to protect his younger brother from getting hurt because of it

but there is so much hate on jonathan, because god forbid a TEENAGER who’s been a glass child his whole life and practically has lived in fear of losing his whole family for the past four years - god forbid he smokes weed to cope with everything he’s been through, because - obviously - when he does, then ‘his character development has gone to shit’

so we can forgive steve for calling people homophobic slurs and still see him as a gay ally because he’s changed but we draw the line at an always canonical ally when he uses weed? yeah, okay

[madbyer]

Steve getting a summer job at 18 bc his dad made him vs Jonathan working since he was really young to support his family. Steve having all of his needs met vs Jonathan having to help pay bills. Steve not going to college bc he didn’t get in vs Jonathan not going bc of his guilt and anxiety about leaving his family. Steve smoking weed for fun vs Jonathan smoking it to cope. Steve ‘babysitting’ Dustin vs Jonathan parenting Will. Steve’s ‘asshole’ Dad vs Jonathan‘s abusive Dad. Steve being excited about his future kids vs Jonathan‘s fear of turning into his Dad. Steve idealising Nancy as his wife vs Jonathan being terrified of holding her back. Steve getting to be a teenager while Jonathan had to be an adult. The audience forgiving Steve but not Jonathan. Steve running from the cops vs Jonathan getting arrested. The audience loving Steve but hating or ignoring Jonathan.

[pinkeoni]

“I don’t want you to be my dad! I want you to be my brother!” —Will to Jonathan in season 5, maybe

[chirpsythismorning]

This is everything

cr: @hellfiresbyers

[brionysea]

the "they forgot about jonathan's character development" crowd must have missed the part of season 4 where he finally did something other than follow nancy around like a lost puppy for the first time since the show's inception

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

What if Nancy slapped Jonathan?

Summary: When Nancy actually allows herself to be angry about Jonathan's pictures, she realizes that she doesn't regret sleeping with Steve and that there was more to Steve than she realized. Jonathan realizes his mistake and friendships begin to form. Long fic, one shot.

A cold, numbing feeling came over Nancy as she looked at the pictures. The worst fear of people somehow knowing came true and in the worst possible way. It wasn't that she was ashamed that she slept with Steve. It was the more that it was an intimate moment that she trusted Steve with, that she enjoyed knowing that it was just between them. Sure, there was a part of her that wanted to gush about it and talk about it. . .yes, but with her friends. . .with Barb. God, maybe it was her fault. She should have closed the blinds. . .pulled the curtains. . . Something. All she could think about was Steve.

No. No, it wasn't her fault. Steve wanted her there, invited her there. It was an intimate party between friends. Jonathan had found his way over there, crept in the bushes, and took her picture. He took Tommy, Carol, and Steve's pictures without their permission. They didn't know someone was watching them. Nancy could understand Carol's disgust. She was disgusted herself and quite, frankly, angry. Suddenly, she felt her hand moving on its own, and there came a loud slapping sound as her hand came in contact with Jonathan's face.

"What the hell, Jonathan?" Nancy asked.

"Damn," Carol whistled. "Didn't know she had it in her."

"Why?" Nancy asked.

"I was looking for Will," Jonathan said, clutching his cheek.

"I would believe that if the pictures didn't prove otherwise. You stopped the moment you took pictures of us in the pool. How long did it take for us to get from the pool to inside the house to me getting inside Steve’s bedroom? A few minutes, give or take, long enough for you to realize that you stopped looking for Will," Nancy snapped. "Why?"

"I just saw - I just saw someone trying to be someone they're not," Jonathan said. "I thought it was a good picture."

"That's bullshit!" Nancy exclaimed. "So, what? Because I wear sweaters buttoned up to my neck, I study hard, and I like nerdy things that I can't possibly be human and want to have sex with Steve Harrington?"

"It just didn't seem that way to me," Jonathan said, his eyes downcast.

"Just because I was nervous doesn't mean that I still didn't want to go through with it," Nancy snapped. "By the way, I've noticed that you still haven't apologized."

"I, uh," Jonathan started to speak.

"Save it. Saying it now, I know you're not going to mean it. The embarrassment you're feeling at having been caught is how I feel about having been caught, except the major difference here is that I have nothing to apologize for. I will never apologize for sleeping with Steve. It was my choice, my decision and it's something that I'm never going to regret. Your interpretation of me is dead wrong. For the first time, I was doing something that I wanted to do and not what was expected of me. Steve is who I wanted, I liked him not because every other girl in the school did but because I did. I like him. I'm sorry that your brother is missing, I truly am, but it doesn't excuse what you did and I hope that when he does come back that he never finds out about you using him as excuse," Nancy said it all with clenched fists and tears filling her eyes.

"She is ripping him a new one," Tommy cackled.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped. Steve was looking at her with genuine concern in his eyes, and she felt her anger melt away. Steve kissed her gently on the forehead and went to hand Jonathan his camera back. Jonathan went to reach for, but at the last second, Steve let it drop to the ground. Nancy felt a brief satisfaction for a moment when she heard the camera break and even more so when Steve tore up the pictures, letting them fall to the ground in front of Jonathan as he knelt to retrieve his camera. Nancy quickly picked up the pieces and stuffed them in her bag before Jonathan could get to them.

"Don't want him gluing them back together," Nancy explained to Steve.

"Smart," Steve muttered.

"Jonathan," Nancy said softly, and he looked up. "I think that maybe you need to step out from behind the camera every once in a while and remember that there is more to people than what you think pictures are saying to you. It's just something to think about."

As they walked off, Nancy wrapped her arm around Steve's waist, squeezing him. She was grateful that she had him to lean on in this moment. She realized again that it wasn't just her privacy that Jonathan had violated, but Steve’s as well. Nancy stopped him when they were out of earshot of Jonathan.

"Steve. . .do you mind if we get out of here? I mean, I know you wanted to watch the game, but I'm feeling kind of overwhelmed," Nancy said.

"Of course, I'm a little on edge myself. Was the camera thing too much?" Steve asked.

"No. He deserved it," Nancy said. "Was the slapping thing too much?"

"No, he definitely deserved it," Steve said and paused. "Did you really mean when you said that you don't regret what happened?"

"Yes, I like you, Steve," Nancy said. "I want you."

"I want you too," he said softly.

Nancy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. She stood back and stared at him before frowning.

"I want to go back to your house and look for Barb," Nancy said. "I think something might have happened. I don't think she went home last night, and she definitely didn't come to school today."

"Okay. Do we - should we call the police?" Steve asked, rubbing her shoulders.

"Maybe we should check out your place first," Nancy replied, slipping her hand into his.

"Hey, Tommy, Carol. . . We're going to get out of here," Steve said.

"Oooh," Carol laughed.

"Have fun," Tommy said wiggling his eyebrows.

Steve flipped him off before walking off with Nancy to his car.

"I'm glad you're coming with me. I'm not sure that I'd want to do this alone," Nancy said.

"It's no problem," Steve said softly.

"I was right," Nancy said, leaning against the door. "There is more to you than what people say there is."

"Is that a good thing?" Steve asked.

"Definitely," Nancy said.

"Right back at ya, Nancy Wheeler," he replied.

When they drove to Steve’s house, they discovered that Barb's car was still there. Holding hands, they began searching the woods behind the house. Nancy and Steve moved through the woods, crunching sounds breaking the silence as they walked on the leaves. They could clearly hear the wind whistling through the branches, but they nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard larger rustling sounds as though someone or something was moving with them. Whatever it was, it was moving rather quickly.

"Barb?!" Nancy called out. "Barb?!"

"Barb?!" Steve called out, whirling around with Nancy.

Suddenly, there came a growling sound, and they watched a blurry figure dart through the trees. Nancy stumbled back into Steve’s arms.

"Did you see that?" Nancy asked.

"Did he - did he not have a face?" Steve whispered.

They heard another growling sound, and Steve was grabbing Nancy's hand again. They both took off at the same time, running straight towards Steve’s car. They jumped in, and Steve didn't waste any time driving away from the house. Once they deemed it a safe distance, Steve pulled off to the side to calm himself down. . .to calm both of them down.

"He was wearing a mask, right?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know," Steve said.

"What if something really bad happened to her, Steve?" Nancy asked. "What if she's - ,"

"I want to be positive here, Nancy, I really do, but I don't know," Steve said softly. "I really hope not."

Nancy reached over and hugged him, letting him know that she appreciated his honesty. The drive back to her house was silent, but Steve kept a comforting hand on her knee the entire time. He didn't hesitate to follow her into her home either. He must be as scared as she was. As soon as she walked into the kitchen with Steve’s supportive hand on her shoulder and when she saw her mom, the tears started to come.

"You're home early. How was the game? Who is - Nancy, what's the matter?" Karen asked.

"It's Barb. I think. . .I think something happened," Nancy sniffled. "Something terrible."

Karen was quick to call the cops after holding a crying Nancy. Steve and Nancy both sat down with a cop for what seemed like hours. Officer Moore seemed intent on Steve being the one behind Barb's disappearance, which Nancy was quick to rectify that he couldn't have done anything because he was too busy sleeping with her.

"I swear I was respectful. I made sure she knew it was her choice and everything. I was a complete gentleman. I really like Nancy," Steve had said quickly to her parents.

If it was under any other circumstance, Nancy would have laughed. Luckily, Karen seemed to believe Steve. Maybe it was the fact that Steve didn't want to leave her side during all of this when he had plenty of chances to. Night had fallen when Mike had come into the house suddenly, sobbing. They had found Will. The hope for Barb coming back alive dwindled inside of Nancy. When the cop finally left, Steve stood awkwardly in the kitchen, leaving Nancy to have time with her family, which is where Nancy and Karen later found him.

"I talked mom into letting you stay the night," Nancy said.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that," Steve said, scratching the back of his neck.

"No, Nancy's right. I wouldn't feel good at all sending you back to that empty house without your parents," Karen said, frowning. "Of course, Nancy twisted my arm into letting you stay in her room. She said she was just going to sneak you up there anyway."

"She's so determined," Steve said fondly, and Karen's eyes twinkled for a moment.

"I just don't understand why Mike wouldn't let us put you in the basement," Ted said as he entered the kitchen with Mike.

"Maybe he's keeping a girl down there," Steve said, causing Ted to laugh, and Mike's eyes widened.

"Not that Mike can't get a girl," Nancy said, smirking. "But I doubt he'd risk mom and dad selling his collectibles if he did that behind their backs."

"I mean, she's not wrong," Mike said, rolling his eyes as they laughed.

Later that night, Karen was saying goodnight to Steve and Nancy when Ted came in with an armful of pillows. He started putting them in between Nancy and Steve like a wall.

"Do you think you left enough pillows for the rest of the house, Ted?" Karen asked with a sigh. "I think you missed the ones in the living room."

"Oh, hold on," Ted said and came back with two more, placing them on Nancy's bed.

"I'm so sorry," Karen said.

"No problem, I think Mr. Wheeler's hilarious," Steve said with an honest grin.

"Hm. I think I'm starting to like you. Might have to resend my earlier statement," Ted said. "Goodnight."

Steve turned on his side as soon as they left, leaving the door cracked. He peered over the pillows at Nancy.

"I'm going to need a grappling hook to get over to you," Steve said in amusement.

"It's actually kind of comfortable," Nancy said.

"Yeah. . .wait, what statement did your dad make?" Steve asked.

"Don't worry about it, Steve," Nancy said and kissed him. "Thank you for being here with me."

"Thank you for letting me stay," Steve said softly, and there was a long pause between them.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Was Tommy telling the truth when he said that your mom follows your dad around to make sure that he doesn't fool around?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, we walked in on him a few times," Steve said.

"I'm sorry. . .how often do they leave you alone?" Nancy asked.

"Too often," Steve admitted.

"Well, you're not alone now," Nancy said.

"Neither are you," Steve said gratefully and kissed her knuckles.

"Goodnight."

"Nighty-night."

The next morning, Steve ate breakfast with the Wheelers and helped Karen clean up before leaving the house with Nancy early so he could go to his house to change. Steve and Nancy stared at his house with trepidation.

"You know, any other day, I would be more worried about my asshole of a father and the fact that we had a party and we drank beer. It's crazy how small that seems now," Steve said.

"Yeah, it was just the other that Barb and I were shopping for a sweater that you might like," Nancy said. "So, I get it."

"We're going to figure it out," Steve said. "Somehow. . . Purple, by the way."

"What?"

"I think you look really good in light purple," Steve said. "You seem happier when you wear it. I don't know."

"It's my favorite color," she said and then paused. "You look good in blue."

If he chose a blue polo because of what she said, Nancy didn't comment on it, but she smiled, and for a moment, she wasn't worried. Well, not until she was called out of class to be questioned by the police again. She met Steve out by the gym to go over what the cops talked with them about, which was basically what they asked them last night. Nancy was glad that they were both peeved about them focusing on the wrong thing here. Who cares if Nancy and Steve had sex?

"It's all everyone seems to care about with me," Steve frowned. "Don't the cops have anything better to do? Oh, yes, looking for Barb."

"I'm not saying they're still not wrong about that, but to be fair, nothing like this has ever happened in Hawkins," Nancy sighed. "Something else is bothering you."

"It's nothing," Steve said. "It's nothing important."

"It's important enough to upset you. Tell me. Besides, I can't possibly decide what to do next. It might help me to think about something else," Nancy replied.

He was leaning against the wall, his legs spread out before him. Nancy stepped in between his legs, holding onto him tightly.

"I got into a fight with Tommy and Carol. Apparently, they got into their heads that you're stealing me away from them," Steve replied.

"You make it sound like you're with them or something," Nancy snorted.

"Well. . .I mean, it wasn't very serious. They made it very clear from the beginning, and I wanted a serious relationship," Steve shrugged.

"Oh. . .um, thank you for telling me," Nancy said.

"I trust you," Steve said.

"I trust you too," Nancy replied.

"Anyway, they said some really shitty things about you and then about Barb. I had to walk away," Steve said. "I'm done with them. I mean, not just for you but for me too."

"Mom said you're welcome to stay another night if your parents aren't back yet," Nancy said.

"This whole thing feels weird. . .I mean, you know what I mean, I think," Steve said.

"It's all weird, but I think Mom appreciates your help this morning," Nancy said. "And we all especially appreciate how nice you were to Mike this morning."

"Well, he's a good egg," Steve said.

"He's an asshole but yeah," Nancy said with a smile. "She also told me that you got up early this morning and had tea with Holly."

"She said she wouldn't say anything," Steve groaned.

"Come on, Princess, let's go get you some clothes," Nancy said in amusement.

After grabbing some clothes for Steve, they went back to her house. She spilled the contents of her bag to clean it out when the pieces of the torn up photograph also spilled out.

"Are those the pictures?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I forgot about them," she said, frowning as she looked at them. "Steve. . ."

"Is that. . .?"

"The faceless man. Steve, what if whoever this is also did something to Will?" Nancy asked. "What if Will really didn't drown in the quarry?"

"Should we tell Jonathan?" Steve asked.

"I know neither one of us wants to see him, but he should know," Nancy said.

"Yeah. . .do you think someone's trying to cover this up. . .whatever this is?" Steve asked.

"Possibly," Nancy said. "Let's go."

After talking with Joyce briefly, Nancy and Steve found Jonathan at the funeral home picking out caskets. They hesitated for a moment before going in. Jonathan sighed before walking over to them. Nancy and Steve led Jonathan out of the room.

"It looks like it could be some sort of perspective distortion," Jonathan said when they showed him the picture. "But I wasn't using the wide angle. I don't know."

"Are you sure you didn't see anyone else out there?" Steve asked.

"No," Jonathan said. "And she was there was one second and then, um. . . Gone. I figured she bolted."

"The cops think she ran away, but they don't know Barb," Nancy said. "We went back to Steve’s place, and we thought we saw something. . ."

"Some weird man," Steve said. "Or. . ."

"We don't know what we saw," Nancy said, pausing as she realized where they were. "I'm sorry . . . We shouldn't have come here today, sorry."

"What he'd look like?" Jonathan asked.

"What?" Steve asked.

"The man you saw in the woods. What did he look like?" He asked.

"I don't know. It was almost like he didn't have . . . ," Nancy trailed off.

"Like he didn't have a face?" Jonathan asked.

"How do you know that?" Steve asked.

It was awkward, waiting for Jonathan to enlarge the photo. They could all feel the tension in the air.

"Have you been doing this awhile?" Nancy asked. "Photography?"

"Yeah. I guess I'd rather observe people than you know. . .," Jonathan said and paused. "You're right, though. I think I hid behind the camera too long and forgot for a moment that the people in the picture were real. . . Alive. I used that to distance myself from because it was easier to pretend they they were someone else, something else than admit that they could hurt me just like my dad. I tried so hard not to be like him that I - that I ended up doing something that he would have done. And he was never sorry for anything that he did or the hurt that he caused. I don't want to be like my dad. I am sorry, I really am."

Nancy smiled gratefully, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"I get the whole not wanting to be like your dad thing. I don't want to be like my dad either," Steve said.

"You have an asshole for a father, too?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah," Steve replied.

There was a look of understanding between them all for a moment, and they could breathe a little better. Jonathan gazed at Steve as though he were trying to figure him out.

"You know, I really wanted you to be an asshole," Jonathan said.

"Sorry to disappoint you," Steve said.

"Don't be," Jonathan said.

When the photo was done, they got a better look at the figure behind Barb.

"My mom. . .," Jonathan gasped. "I thought she was crazy. She said that it wasn't Will's body, that he was still alive. And if he's alive. . . "

"Barbara," Steve and Nancy said.

Steve had to go home again to pick out a suit for "Will's funeral" with promises to meet Nancy and her family there. Despite the fact that they knew Will wasn't really dead, there might be hope for Barb, too. It was all still tragic. Steve let Nancy hold on his hand as tightly as she could.

"You didn't have to be here, you know," Nancy whispered.

"I wanted to," Steve whispered back and squeezed her hand.

Steve and Nancy met up with Jonathan after the funeral to calculate where the creature was going. Once they determined that it wasn't traveling far, Nancy decided that she wanted to go out and look for the monster.

"Yeah, no, that's crazy!" Steve exclaimed. "I mean, what are we going to do when we find it?"

"Kill it," Nancy said. "You don't have to come with us."

"And let you get all the glory?" Steve sighed and then said with a soft voice, "You can't get rid of me that easily. Let's kill this son of a bitch!"

Later, they went to Nancy's house to change out of their clothes and started looking around the house for weapons. She found an old baseball bat of hers from when she played softball.

"You know what would look great and add maximum damage?" Steve asked. "Nails."

Nancy chuckled and pinched his cheek fondly. They eventually headed toward the field where Jonathan told them to meet and found him, practicing how to shoot. He was rather bad it. Steve and Nancy teased him mercilessly.

"You ever shot a gun before?" Jonathan asked.

"Have you met my parents?" Nancy scoffed.

"I promised myself that I would never do it again," Steve said firmly.

"Yeah, I haven't shot one since I was ten," Jonathan said. "My dad took me hunting on my birthday. He made me kill a rabbit. I guess he thought it would make me into more of a man. I cried for a week."

"Don't sweat it, Byers. My dad took me hunting once, but I'm pretty sure it was only to impress a client. Anyway, he tried to get me to kill a baby deer, but I didn't want to do it. He tried to force me to do it. The gun went off. So, that's how I shot my father in the foot. I swore I would never shoot a gun again. My dad didn't try to force me to do it again either. It certainly gave him another reason to hate me, though," Steve shrugged.

"Okay, both of your dads are major assholes," Nancy said with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I guess my mom and dad loved each other at some point," Jonathan said as she showed Nancy how to shoot. "But I wasn't around for that part. Uh, just point and shoot."

"I don't think my parents ever loved each other," Nancy revealed.

"Your parents must have married for some reason," Jonathan said.

"Pretty sure mine got married because of me," Steve muttered.

"My mom was young. My dad had a cushy job and came from a good family. So, they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac, and they started their nuclear family," Nancy said.

"Screw that," Jonathan said.

"Yeah. Screw that," Nancy said. "Not that I never want to get married."

"You just don't want to end up up in a loveless marriage," Jonathan said.

"Exactly."

"Never really believed in the whole nuclear family thing but a family. . .yeah, I think it's nice. You know, when I was younger, I dreamed of having a big family. It's silly. . . I'm talking about a full brood of Harringtons. I figured we all packed into an RV and traveled to like the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. We'd end up in some beachside town in California. Learn how to surf or something. I don't know, whenever my parents left me on my own, it made me feel less alone," Steve said. "And I always thought that I would adopt, you know. Give kids a loving home."

"That actually sounds nice," Nancy said.

"Yeah," Jonathan said. "You really want to adopt?"

"Yeah," Steve said. "I always wanted to have a little brother or sister, but my mom always told me she doesn't like kids whenever I asked."

"Well, you're more than welcome to have mine," Nancy said.

"Wow. It's a little early in the relationship to be asking me to join your family, Nance," Steve asked, and Jonathan snorted.

"I wasn't - " Nancy sighed and rolled her eyes, smiling. "Asshole."

"She didn't even ask you first. No wining or dining," Jonathan said.

"Not even flowers," Steve said.

"Alright, can you guys go back to not liking each other?" Nancy asked.

"Nah," Steve and Jonathan said.

Once they got done practicing, they headed towards Steve’s as night started to fall. They moved through the woods, with everyone on edge. Nancy stopped suddenly.

"What? Are you tired?" Jonathan asked.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed.

That's when Steve and Jonathan heard it. A whimpering noise. The guys followed Nancy, and they came upon a wounded deer.

"Oh God, it's been hit by a car," Nancy said.

"In the middle of the woods?" Steve asked, incredulous, and Nancy gave him a look. "Sorry."

"We can't just leave it," she said softly.

"I'll take care of it," Jonathan said, holding out his gun.

"What about - ?"

"I'm not nine anymore," Jonathan replied.

Just as Jonathan was about to shoot, the deer got pulled away by something. To Jonathan and Steve's surprise, Nancy chased after the deer. Suddenly, she disappeared, and they couldn't find her until they followed the sound of her voice, along with the sound of something growling. They pulled her out of a tree, the both of them holding her tightly as the odd, squelching door closed, leaving behind no sign that something odd had happened. Nancy insisted that Jonathan go home and be with his mom, that he should meet up with them at her house the next morning. Steve brought her home, and she sat on the edge of the bed. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her.

"Tell me what you need," Steve said softly.

"I need to take a shower," Nancy said.

"Okay," Steve said.

"Can you - can you come with me?" Nancy asked. "Not to do anything but can you - can you hold me?"

"Of course," he replied.

Underneath the spray of the water, Nancy curled up in Steve's arms and cried. It was a different kind of intimacy, a lot more intimate, even more than them having sex. Not only was Nancy naked physically, but she was also exposed to Steve emotionally. Trusting him with the trauma of what just happened to her, trusting that he's there, and that he wants to be there.

"I'm here," he whispered as they clung to each other.

After showering, they crawled into bed and held onto each other tightly. Eventually, they drifted off to sleep, but it was restless for both of them. When they left the house that morning, Jonathan was waiting for them. They talked about what happened, and they all came to the possibility that Will and Barbara might be trapped in the place that Nancy was dragged into.

"We have to find it again," Nancy said.

"You want to go back out there?" Steve asked.

"When I saw it, it was feeding on that deer," Nancy said.

"Meaning he's a predator. Right?" Jonathan asked.

"Right," Nancy said. "And it seems to hunt at night like a lion or a coyote. But it doesn't seem to hunt in packs like them. It's always alone. . ."

"Like a bear," Jonathan said.

"And remember, at Steve's, when Barb cut herself?" Nancy asked.

"And then, last night, the deer. . .," Jonathan said.

"It was bleeding too," Nancy said.

"Sharks can detect blood in one per million. That's one drop of blood in a million, and they can smell it from a quarter of a mile away," Steve said, snapping his fingers, and they looked at him. "What? I like sharks."

"Steve, are you a nerd?" Nancy asked.

"What? No, of course not. Not that it's a bad thing," Steve said, and they continued to look at him. "Okay, fine. Hi, I'm Steve Harrington and I'm a closeted dork."

"Well, admitting it is the first step," Jonathan said he laughed with Nancy.

"Anyway, it's just a theory," Nancy said. "But we can test it."

Testing it, of course, required weapons and ammunition, which meant going to the army supply store. Of course, it wasn't going to be that easy, especially when they discovered that Tommy and Carol had called Nancy a slut on the theater in spray paint for all of Hawkins to see. They found them in an alleyway with Nicole and her meathead of a boyfriend, Andy. Heated words were exchanged with Tommy calling Nancy every name in the book and then turning on Jonathan. Nancy ended up slapping Tommy, and just as she went to do it again, Andy grabbed her arm. That caused Jonathan and Steve to snap. They started swinging until the cops came, but Jonathan stopped too late and ended up hitting one of the cops. Now, they were all sitting in the police station, Jonathan, and Steve handcuffed together. Nancy was putting ice on their wounds when Joyce and Hopper came into the station.

"What happened?" Joyce asked. "Jonathan?"

"I'm fine," He replied.

"Your son assaulted a police offer, ma'am," Officer Callahan said.

"It was an accident," Steve protested.

"Yeah, was it an accident when you were beating up those two other boys in the alley?" He asked.

"Nicole's asshole of a boyfriend put his hands on Nancy!" Steve exclaimed.

"Alright!" Hopper exclaimed and turned to Nancy. "You alright?"

"Yeah," she shrugged. "Steve’s face is worse."

"Take them off," Joyce said. "Take them off!"

"You heard her, take them off," Hopper said.

"Chief, I get that everyone's emotional here, but there's something that you need to see," Officer Callahan said.

When they showed Hopper the things that were in the back of Jonathan's car, they had no choice but to tell Hopper and Joyce the truth about the monster. And then Mike's bully, Troy, came in spouting stuff about a girl with powers who made him pee himself and the losers she hung out with. That led them to Nancy's house, where they discovered vans parked outside and a bunch of suits entering her house. Nancy gasped and went to walk over there when Hopper stopped her.

"Hey! The last thing in the world we need is them knowing that you're wrapped up in all of this," Hopper said. "They haven't found him. Not yet."

He pointed towards the helicopters, above the trees, that were searching the area.

"He's right, Nancy. I only met him once, but he seems to be as smart as his big sister. They're going to have a hard time finding him," Steve said reassuringly and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Look, we need to find them before they do. Do you have any idea of where they might be?" Hopper asked once they were back in the car.

"I don't know where he might be," Nancy said after a moment. "But I think I know how to ask him."

They managed to contact him over the radio, and after much convincing, Mike gave them their location. Hopper left them at the Byers' house while he went to the junkyard to get the kids. When they came back, night had fallen, and Nancy had burst out of the house before throwing her arms around Mike. They walked into the house, and Mike paused when he saw Steve.

"Jesus, what happened to your face?" Mike asked.

"A couple of bullies," Steve replied. "Not really important."

"And you took them on yourself?" Dustin asked.

"No, and if you should be impressed with anyone, it's Jonathan," Steve said.

"Hmm, modest," Dustin said.

"No, truthful," Steve scoffed.

"Sure," Dustin grinned. "El took out some bullies, too. Are you a superhero like her?"

"No. Nance, who the hell is this kid?" Steve asked, and she bit her lip, smiling.

After all that, they started talking about the place Nancy had been dragged down into. . .or what the kids call the Upside Down. The kids had discovered that a gate had been opened in Hawkins Lab. El tried to find Will and Barb by using her powers, but she had been too weak to do it. What they needed was a sensory deprivation tank, which required them to go to the school for the salt. Pretty soon, the deprivation pool was ready, goggles on El's face. Steve and Nancy shared a concerned look with each other for a moment, squeezing each other's hands. She searched for Barb first, calling out her name, and when El started to cry, Steve put his arm around Nancy.

"Gone. Gone. Gone! GONE!" El screamed.

Nancy pressed a hand to her mouth, sobbing. She turned and buried her face into Steve’s chest. Steve wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as she shook. Once they discovered that Will was hiding out at Castle Byers, Hopper and Joyce left to go rescue Will from the Upside Down.

"We have to go back to the station," Nancy said to Jonathan and Steve.

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"Hopper and your mom are just walking in there like bait," she said. "The thing is still in there, and we just can't let it get them, too."

"You still want to try it out?" Steve asked.

"I want to finish what we started," Nancy said.

"What about the kids?" Steve asked. "Aren't those guys still after El?"

"Well, do you want to stay here?" Nancy asked.

"I mean. I also don't want to leave you and Jonathan," Steve frowned.

"Hm, you're torn. How about I help you with that? Steve, stay here. Jonathan and I've got this," Nancy said. "Keep the kids safe."

"There's one thing the cops didn't get," Jonathan said as he pulled the bat and nails out of his car. "You're going to need a weapon."

They went their separate ways with Nancy going off with Jonathan and Steve heading back into the gym with the kids. Inside, Steve put his bat together and stood ready to protect the kids with his life, which he almost did a few times. A couple of the agents shot at him, grazing his arm. Meanwhile, Nancy and Jonathan tricked the demogorgon into the trap, but eventually, it got out, heading towards the school when El killed the agents. In the classroom, the kids huddled together while Steve took on the demogorgon with his bat. He took a slash to the chest for his efforts, but it too was a graze. Finally, El came into the room, stood her ground, and sacrificed her life to protect them. Now, they were all at the hospital, waiting for Will to wake up. Nancy was sitting next to Steve after she made sure he got checked out by the doctors. Dustin was sitting on his other side, talking excitedly.

"Nancy, did you know that your boyfriend likes comic books? That he horded him under his floorboards?" Dustin asked.

"No, I didn't," Nancy said in amusement.

"Steve, do you think that you'd want to try playing Dungeons and Dragons with us?" Dustin asked.

"I don't know. Doesn't that require a lot of math? I'm not the best at it," Steve admitted.

"That's the best thing about it! We all have our own strengths and weaknesses!" Dustin said.

"I guess I'm willing to try it. . .on one condition, you have to at least give basketball a try," Steve said, and Dustin looked at him thoughtfully.

"I'm up for it," Lucas said eagerly.

"We can give it a try, but if we don't like it, we can quit, right?" Dustin asked.

"Of course," Steve replied.

"Then we have a deal," Dustin said and they shook hands.

It wasn't long after that Dustin fell asleep against Steve’s shoulder while Lucas fell asleep against him. Nancy smiled at him.

"Starting on your brood early?" She asked.

"Shh, go to sleep," Steve said and patted his other shoulder.

Pretty soon, Will woke up, and the kids were quick to gather in his room, flocking to him. Nancy and Steve stood in the doorway, smiling fondly as the kids relayed everything to him. Steve watched as the smile slipped off Nancy's face. She turned around and walked out of the room. Steve quickly followed her and found her trying to hold herself against a wall as she sobbed. He pulled her into his arms.

"I should be happy that he's back, and I suppose I am," Nancy mumbled into his shirt. "It's just that - "

"Barb should be here too," he whispered.

"It's not fair," she said weakly.

"I know," Steve said. "And when you're ready to talk about her, maybe you can tell me about her. I don't know, maybe it will help."

"Thank you," Nancy said. "For everything."

Jonathan came stumbling out of the hospital room. He shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I'm sorry about Barb," Jonathan said softly.

"Thanks," Nancy said and smiled sincerely. "I'm really glad your brother made it home."

"Me too," he said.

"Thank you for saving my life back there," Nancy said.

"Yeah, I think that means we're all friends now," Steve said.

"What?" Jonathan asked in surprised.

"Oh, do you not want to be our friend?" Steve asked. "Hm, and to think that I was going to share my hair care products with you."

"We are friends!" Jonathan said quickly.

"I knew it! You are jealous of my hair," Steve said, and Nancy giggled. "Well, I guess I can handle Jonathan Byers being interested in me only for my hair."

"Shut up, man," Jonathan said.

Nancy smiled. Of course, she would never be okay with what he did but mixed with his sincere apology as well as the way he almost died to protect her from the demogorgon. It's funny how forgiveness can sneak up on you in the most unexpected ways, and it's strange how quickly things can change. It's nice, though, that forgiveness can make you breathe a little bit better.

[share-the-damn-bed]

JONATHAN BYERS | haunted

Trust issues, am I right? Something to do with your dad...

[jonathanbyersphd]

No because if I had been driving for NINE HOURS and my little brother and his boyfriend hit me with "she's a genius Jonathan" I would've killed them

[gayofthefae]

"The van scene is just for Will's plotline it doesn't affect Mike" what if I said the opposite was true. What if I said it did not serve as a climax for Will because he had already demonstrated an ability for honesty, vulnerability, and the self-assurance required in his confrontation of Mike in episode 2. What if I said that it only served his story as an inciting incident for the Jonathan coming out scene - a scene which, as I've said before, was the actual climax of his season arc, which was about his queerness, not Mike.

It is a setup for Mike, we know that, but it also doesn't really directly serve Will's arc at all. It is a self sabotage - setup for season 5, but something we already know him to do. It is a transition point for Mike. And it is the straw that breaks the camel's back for Jonathan. Besides that, it speaks directly to the audience at best. But it does not serve Will. He gets nothing truly off his chest because he is not unburdened - if anything worse off because he gave up his hope, he doesn't teach us things we couldn't otherwise deduce, and it moves him no internally closer to closure.

The speech only serves for Mike to react to and Jonathan to witness (and the cinematography reflects that). The following scenes reflect that too. The only scenes of importance in either plot following that are Will's scene with Jonathan and Mike telling El he loves her. Both directly tied to the speech, Mike's more textually, and no independently actionable resolution for Will.

This was the post but I had more thoughts, per usual

Will has a theme of unactionable resolutions. In episode 2 he is honest and from there the ball is in Mike's court. His most actionable plot is the painting, which he has demonstrated the vulnerability for already but the self-prioritization required is not a line he as a character is willing to cross, something that isn't a character flaw in need of resolution given what he logically believes the effects would be. The ball is in Mike's court from the beginning and remains there. And will remain there. Will had no arc necessity to confess because not confessing exposed no character flaws (shoutout to the writers for not presenting choosing to remain in the closet as a character flaw!!!). He was put in a helpless position of heartbreak and sadness and, like all of us wanted for him, wanted to do something about it, wanted to be able to do something about it, so he tried, but ultimately realized that the risk outweighed the reward, and the cost of the reward (El) would outweigh it anyways. That is logical. He is logical. He does everything logically. He is helpless this season. And he wants to believe he isn't, and we want to believe he isn't, but he is. Because the ball is in Mike's court. It was then and it is now. And it has been since the Snow Ball, really.

Because in December, 1984, after Will's perpetual but logical inaction towards a relationship, Mike took action against one. And since, it has been his job to undo, and his job to communicate contradictory to his actions that he wants one. Inaction does not require a solution unless it is representative of a problem to be solved. Will's is not. Mike's problem is he takes protective action impulsively when he gets scared that ultimately traps and harms him and others. Mike's problem is not inaction either. If they had stayed silently pining 13 year olds forever it would not have been a character flaw on either of their parts. But Mike took unnecessary - understandable, but unnecessary - action in the eyes of the plot. One can debate whether he did it in December 1983. Or whether he did it in July 1985. Or whether he did it in March 1986 when he ignored Will, because silence is not inaction if it as an active change. But no matter when it became an unnecessary choice,

The ball is in his court because it was never in anyone else's. The ball is in his court because Will never stepped foot on a court. Will isn't playing the game, he didn't pick up a ball. He sat in the stands and watched. In March 1986, he moved to the bench and Jonathan saw him but still, he never stepped foot on the court. He was never playing the game. (Apologies. This isn't a stupid sports game)/ref.

The ball is in Mike's court because as far as actionable plotlines reflecting internal growth go, Mike and Will's relationship is and always has been Mike's plot. Will's is allowing himself to take up space; he's getting closer, and allowing himself to have Mike will be the ultimate demonstration of that, just not its purpose. But Mike's is Will.

[tender-emotional-music]

Possibly a controversial take but I wouldn’t be surprised if Jonathan and Nancy don’t end up together. It just feels like they’re at different points in their lives. Their miscommunication began in s3, and while they made up, the actual issues at hand weren’t properly discussed, and it piles up again in s4. Nancy was keen on going to Emerson, while Jonathan has wanted to go to NYU (SINCE HE WAS SIX YEARS OLD!!!!!!!), so even if he does realise it’s not selfish for him to leave his family and that they’ll be okay without him, I’m not sure if he and Nancy can be together at this point in time without one of them compromising on their dream. In this scenario, I imagine them ending on good terms, staying in touch, and agreeing to maybe come back together after they’ve both lived their own lives for a bit

[mikeslawyer]

i love jonathan so bad, he’s so absolutely overhated for no reason - he’s just a teenager, who’s had way too much to deal with since he was maybe five and turned into addiction hoping to cope. i don’t care if “they ruined his character” this is a realistic way of portraying someone with THIS backstory. he was left on his own to take care of himself, his brother and his mom, he would absolutely die for either of them and you’re hating on him for smoking weed???? come on.

anyway jonathan solos

[lucassinclaer]

i think the most important thing about steve's growth is that it wasn't facilitated by romantic love. it wasn't that he only changed because of a girl. that's what he says in episode 1 when he tells nancy "she's not like other girls" and he reinforces it to himself in season 2 when he says the exact same thing. and then he hangs onto it in season 4, because it's the comfortable thing to think.

but it's jonathan and nancy in combination that get him to tell off his friends and make amends. he goes to jonathan first - he doesn't know nancy'll be there. his first act of repentence (cleaning up his own insults) isn't something he does performatively.

and the thing is, it'd be a delicious thing to acknowledge in canon. that he's convinced himself that it was the girl who changed him but that's not actually the case. that there can be just as profound of an emotional effect illicited by a guy who was protecting what he loves. that it was a multitude of things. that he might have convinced himself because he's used to the type of dynamic tommy gave him - always instigating, provoking, never holding him accountable. and that's never jonathan, who is principled and thoughtful and observant. and it's only a little bit nancy, who has been forced and grown past that.

steve himself tries to put his situation in easy terms that conform to society's pre-occupation with women as the emotional sponges, with cishet normative romance, but it doesn't work. because it's not real. and steve can no longer hide from reality.

[lunar-years]

I’m kind of ready for jancy angst tbh…like if they’ve broken up after s4 but then the time jump and they’ve both returned home from separate colleges because Hawkins is in even deeper crisis and they need to be there for their families only to be immediately drawn into one another again. If they spend the first half of the season first with nervous half-looks and awkwardness between them and then with s2-era longing glances & protective stances & hesitant “should we be doing this” touches because they’ve spent the last couple of years desperately missing one another and longing for what could have been but neither wanting to admit it to the other……

[pinkeoni]

before anything will byers is a mommy’s boy

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

It's always so strange to me that my Jonathan posts are almost always my most popular. This fandom is SO weird about & hostile to Jonathan most of the time, especially when you wander too far into Steve corners (if one more person tries to claim Steve broke that camera out of the goodness of his own heart and cause he was simply SO offended that Jonathan would violate someone's consent that way instead of because he felt a small sense of ownership over Nancy after sleeping with her and liked the idea of a smug self-righteous show of putting an outsider in their place in front of his shitty friends...!!) But maybe that's why they gain traction? Cause other people are sick of the fandom's shitty attitude towards Jonathan and unwillingness to analyse his behaviour in a charitable (and frankly, honest) light the way they will for other characters and my posts are refreshing in a sea of garbage? Anyway, Jonathan is a genuinely compelling character whose nuanced arc has been more or less shelved because less emotionally complex characters are more popular with mainstream audiences and it is BLEAK.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Oh, look, Rueleigh's rambling again. It's me, I'm Rueleigh. *spins in chair* I'm just super hyperfixated on Jonathan's character and why the Duffle bags write him the way they do.

Jancy always paralleled Lonnie and Joyce. (Though I think about Stoncy sometimes, I really don't think they would work past being a fling.) I think they wanted to explore Jonathan being like Lonnie, then realizing it and turning it around, but because of the whole only a handful of episodes, they didn't have time to explore it further. I do think that if Jonathan stays with Nancy, he will turn into Lonnie. Lonnie was defensive of his actions, of using Will's death to get money, and in the scene with Nancy, Jonathan was defensive of his actions with the camera. Instead of owning up to it, they both turned it around on the other person. I hope they do break up, and it makes Jonathan realize that some of his actions were that of his dad's. And I think that would be an interesting thing to explore, if they had the time. BRING BACK TWENTY EPISODES A SEASON (is there a petition?)