#kissing jonathan byers

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Jonathan Byers is your boyfriend 💕

“And if a double decker buuuuuuus,” he sang along to the record player quietly while he flipped the eggs sizzling in the frying pan. Donned in nothing but your boyfriend’s pinstriped oversized button-down and a pair of cotton underwear, you shuffled lazily into the kitchen, following the savory scent of a home cooked breakfast.

“Crashes into uuuuuuuuuus,” he continued, oblivious to your entrance. You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and felt him relax into your embrace.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he sang along incorrectly with the next line of the song. You reached a hand out and swiped a piece of bacon off of a half-prepared plate on the counter. Jonathan turned around and hurried to the table to grab his camera.

“You look so perfect. Two seconds. Stay just like that,” he instructed, grinning as he snapped a photo of you holding up your bacon, eyes closed in a cheeky smile, both of you savoring yet another sweet morning together.

✨Nicknames for you: Love, sunshine, my girl (He’s always saying “There’s my girl” when he sees you show up anywhere, even if you can’t hear him. Steve told you so.)

💕 love language: acts of service/quality time

Always doing favors without you having to ask

Cooks dinner for you regularly

Loves to give hand massages while he lets you vent about your day

Gentle reminders to set your morning alarm, brush your teeth, and remember to drink water.

Loves to take you on nature walks and tell you facts about the wildlife or plants he’s photographed there

Takes photos of you on every adventure, and your house is filled with framed pictures of you in front of a variety of backdrops: your trip to downtown LA, a sunset by the pacific ocean, a nature walk through the redwood forest.

Always introduces you to new music and loves when you show him music you like in exchange. Hanging out around the house always has an eclectic soundtrack that is a perfect blend of the two of you.

💋 Kissing Jonathan: His touch is sweet, light, and pensive. He loves to hold your face or jaw in his hands when he kisses you, and he almost always ends those moments with a peck on your forehead or nose. His movements are careful, sensual, and comforting, and he is always checking in to make sure you’re okay with what’s happening before moving any further.

[kennahjune]

Having thoughts of The Party being touchy as all fuck after everything.

Like you cannot enter nor leave any kind of hang out without a hug, high-five, pat, or anything from everyone you were hanging out with.

And then, suddenly, you aren’t able to leave without a kiss or hug of some kind from Steve.

It started after the bullshit that was the Starcourt Mall. The kids were leaving Steve’s house from a DnD session maybe 2 months before the Byers left for Cali.

Dustin was taking forever to pull his shoes on and get out the house to his moms car and everyone was complaining. It was one of those rare times where Steve wasn’t the one carting them all around— they all had their own rides.

Dustin got his shoes on and Steve handed him his bag and— without thinking— pressed a kiss to the top of his hat before waving him out the door.

The rest of the kids are silent until Mike speaks up bitchily “what about us, asshole?”

Steve has no idea what they mean until El points to her head with a grin. Steve deals out head and forehead kisses for everyone and waves them off to their respective rides.

And then it just— sticks. At first it’s with just the kids whenever he sees them. He’ll usually greet them with a hug or an exasperated sigh and then say goodbye with a kiss to their foreheads.

Not even Mike complains. This is the kind of shit he never got while growing up— might as well make the best of it.

And then it migrates to Robin as well, and the Nancy is joining in on the hugs (they’re still too awkward for the kisses but the hugs are enough for now).

And Steve never holds back, not even in public. Again, no one complains.

And that’s how Hellfire finds out about the kissing arrangement (that might be the title of this if I make it an actual fic). They watch as Steve presses a forehead kiss to Mike, Lucas, and Dustin before waving them off and then presses a kiss to Max’s head and giving her a tight hug.

The guys try to make fun of the kids for it but none of them are embarrassed.

“It’s Steve, dude. He’s like a mom.”

“The kisses are actually really comforting.”

“It’s a Party thing.”

And then the fuckery of 1986 and Vecna happens and suddenly Eddie’s in on the hugs and pats and high-fives.

And then.

And then.

He’s in on the kisses.

Steve doles out the kisses like usual one night after Hellfire and gives one to everyone— including Eddie.

And Eddie panics and gives Steve one right back.

And then the kids are going feral about wanting to give Steve a kiss too.

And Eddie leaves during the chaos.

And then they don’t talk about it.

Until Steve and Eddie do it again.

And the kids accept is as the new normal; you have to give Steve a kiss back.

And then Steve and Eddie have an excuse to kiss each other on the foreheads and cheeks and noses.

One night they’re hanging out, just the two of them at the trailer after Wayne left for work.

Steve had greeted Eddie with a tight hug the moment he’d gotten in the trailer. Eddie had squeezed back just as tight if not tighter.

Steve was getting ready to leave, and on instinct leant in to kiss Eddie, but Eddie was also leaning in to kiss Steve. So they meet in the middle and accidentally kiss on the lips.

And then the new normal for Steve and Eddie is kissing on the lips goodbye.

Idk, just Steve being a very touchy feely person makes me so happy

[leslie057]

sometimes true love is just the apocalyptic situationship between a candy stripe girl and her emo ex husband

[sillypelagicredcrab]

stranger things season five spoiler

[gmaybe666]

'sorry I dragged you into this'

an evening jargyle sketch that I will work on more.

[jonathanbyersphd]

even if they're broken up it's gonna be for .5 seconds they're too obsessed with matching each other's freak to separate

[libraryofgage]

The Prince and the Metalhead (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three (you're here!)

I am once again posting the modern royalty au hfjsdk

The next one is gonna have the beginnings of Steddie, but take some happy Steve fluff for now lol

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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Steve wakes up on the morning of his twelfth birthday to Dart burrowing between his cheek and the pillow, drenching both in excited slobber. He wrinkles his nose, rolling over and wiping slobber off with a corner of his sheets. When Dart begins to burrow under his neck, he accepts that he's not going back to sleep, and sits up.

He picks Dart up, huffing slightly under her increased weight, and places her in his lap. She wiggles around, nearly vibrating off of him. "Good morning," Steve says, scratching behind her ear and earning a bark in return. He takes it as her wishing him a happy birthday and nods. "Thanks, Dart."

With a deep breath, he throws off the covers and slides out of bed. He opens the door of his room to find Clarisse already there, her hand raised as thought ready to knock. She blinks, holding Steve's gaze for a few seconds before lowering her hand and clearing her throat. "Good morning, Steve."

"Good morning, Grandmother."

She smiles at him, her shoulders relaxing some. "Happy birthday."

"You...know it's my birthday?"

"Of course," she says, nodding once as she gestures inside the room. Steve steps out of the way, allowing Clarisse into the room. A man in a suit follows after her, placing a long box on the desk and bowing to them both before quickly leaving. "Your twelfth birthday marks a very important milestone for Genovian royalty."

Steve blinks, quietly shutting the door as Clarisse sits at the desk the box has been placed on. "How so?" Steve asks, sitting on the bed and pulling his legs under him. Dart jumps up after him, rolling around in the sheets by his knee.

"Well, to be perfectly honest, the tenth birthday is the important one," Clarisse admits, "That marks your capability of taking on increased responsibilities as royalty. However, you weren't here then. So, the twelfth will be important, instead."

That only sort of answers his question, but Steve nods anyway, deciding he doesn't want to risk annoying Clarisse.

"Genovian princes begin learning swordsmanship after their tenth birthday. It's not a requirement anymore, of course, but I wanted to offer you the opportunity," Clarisse explains, picking up the box as she stands and sitting on the other side of Steve. "Consider this a birthday gift from me as Queen of Genovia."

"What does that mean?" Steve asks, carefully taking the box.

"It means you're still getting a gift from me as your grandmother."

Steve nods once, trying to process this as he looks back down at the box. "Can I open it?"

"Of course."

Carefully, he pulls the lid off the box. He was expecting the sword inside, but he's still surprised by the sight of it. The blade gleams in the light, and the hilt is encrusted with a line of colorful jewels. When he looks closer, he realizes the hilt is also engraved with names, and Steve soon finds his own among them. "What are the names for?" he asks.

"Every owner of this sword has their name engraved on the hilt," Clarisse says, smiling gently. "This sword is yours, Steve. It will always be yours, and your name there is proof of that."

"Oh," Steve breathes, slowly wrapping his hand around the hilt and lifting the sword from the box. He keeps the blade aimed away from himself, Dart, and Clarisse, unwilling to risk harming them. "Will I be fighting anyone?" he asks.

"No, no, of course not," Clarisse says, waving away the concern. "Swordsmanship is a way to keep active and connect to Genovian culture. It is also a rather handy skill to show off for visiting dignitaries."

Steve smiles slightly, lifting the sword some and noting that it's heavier than is comfortable. It'll be easier to carry and swing as he gets stronger, though. "Thank you, Grandmother," he says, his voice soft as he carefully places the sword back in the box.

"I do hope you'll wear it to your birthday party next week."

Steve blinks, looking up at Clarisse with a confused frown. "Birthday party?" he asks. He doesn't like parties; he especially doesn't like parties where he's supposed to be the center of them. All that happens is shoes that pinch his feet, subtle but sharp glares from his parents when he doesn't behave exactly as they want, and his stomach growling because he's not allowed to eat anything to avoid getting his clothes messy.

"Yes," Clarisse says, smiling warmly at Steve. "I intend to officially introduce you as Crown Prince of Genovia at your birthday. Of course, you'll be free to play with the other children once I have."

"Do...do I have to have a birthday party?" Steve asks, avoiding Clarisse's eyes so he doesn't have to see the anger or disappointment that follows his question.

A gentle hand rests on his shoulder, the palm warm and reassuring. "No, you don't," Clarisse says, "I want you to be comfortable, Steve. If you would be more comfortable not having a party, then we simply won't have one."

"You wouldn't get in trouble?"

"With who? I am the queen, you know. There are very few people who can scold me, and even fewer I would take seriously."

Steve nods, looking back down at the sword in its box. He doesn't want to disappoint Clarisse, and this party sounds like it's important. Maybe he can just grin and bear it like he usually does. Getting to play with Robin and Jonathan after being introduced will make that easier. Yeah. He can handle it for a few minutes, especially if it will make Clarisse smile.

"It's okay," Steve says, glancing up at his grandmother. "We should have the party."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Clarisse smiles, her expression soft and warm, and Steve feels grounded and happy with his decision. "Okay, then. Just tell me if you change your mind, Steve. I won't be angry."

"I know, Grandmother."

"Now," Clarisse says, clapping her hands together as she easily changes the subject, "Let's move along. You've got a birthday breakfast waiting for you."

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"Ugh, all the girls keep staring at you," Robin says, her nose crinkled with annoyance when Steve glances at her. Her arms are crossed, her hip jutting out slightly so the hilt of her sword gently bumps against the hilt of Steve's. "Don't they know you're a dingus?"

"They're enamored by his hair," Jonathan says, his words quickly followed by a flash as he takes a photo. Steve looks at him now, watching as he lowers the camera. "It defies gravity."

"Is that all I am? A dingus with good hair?" Steve asks, unable to help an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, you're not bad with a sword, either," Robin admits, nudging him with her elbow.

"Your Mandarin is passable, I guess," Jonathan adds.

"My Mandarin is flawless, thanks," Steve says, rolling his eyes as he looks back out at the crowd. Guests in formal dress are mingling around the ballroom and completely ignoring Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. The only exception is one group of young women across the way that keep glancing at the trio before furtively whispering to each other.

Compared to some of his past birthday parties, his seventeenth is relatively tame. It doesn't have the bounce-house maze of his thirteenth (Robin's idea) or the full-fledged film studio complete with hair, makeup, and a director for guests to pretend they're movie stars of his fourteenth (Erica's idea) or the literal forest of photo shoot locations of his fifteenth (Jonathan's idea) or the battle bot creation station and ring of his sixteenth (Dustin's idea).

This year, he just requested a normal ball. No gimmicks. No special events or entertainers. It had resulted in whining and complaining from Robin, Dustin, and Erica, but Steve figured they'd calm down after stuffing themselves with cake.

As he's smiling politely at a girl whose eyes he happened to meet, the opening notes of a Genovian Waltz flow through the ballroom. Steve glances to his grandmother, watching as she takes Joe's hand to be led onto the dance floor. He then looks at Robin, offering a hand to her and grinning when she scowls at it. "Only if I get to lead this time," she says.

"Sure," Steve says, turning his hand over to place it in Robin's. He waves at Jonathan as she walks him onto the dance floor, turns around, and places a hand on his waist. As she leads him through the first steps of the waltz, Steve glances at the crowd around them before quietly saying, "I need to tell you something."

"Oh, are you finally sharing what you and Her Majesty have been having your little meetings about?"

Steve rolls his eyes, smiling a bit as he squeezes Robin's hand. "You're the first person I'm telling, if that helps."

She sniffs, glancing away and apparently meeting a cute girl's gaze since she winks before looking at Steve again. "Barely," she says, guiding Steve to duck under her arm in a spin. "Go ahead, though."

"Grandmother has given me permission to attend school in America for my senior year."

Robin blinks, nearly tripping over her own feet. Luckily, Steve catches her, briefly taking the lead so the mistake isn't noticed until she's stable again. "Seriously?" she asks, lowering her voice a little more. "So, what, California? New York? Please say we're going somewhere with a beach."

Steve's smile becomes apologetic as he says, "No, actually...Hawkins. I wanted to attend school in Hawkins."

The only thing that keeps him from faltering when Robin purposefully steps on his foot as hard as she can is all the practice he has from her accidentally stepping on his foot as hard as she can. He sighs as she glares at him and hisses, "Are you stupid? Seriously?! This is dumber than the time you kissed Jonathan."

"Rude. It's not dumber than the time you and I tried kissing?"

"No, because at least you being attracted to how awesome I am made sense."

"I suddenly feel sorry for Jonathan."

Robin rolls her eyes and pinches Steve's waist. "Seriously, why are you going back to Hawkins? That place sucks. You hate it."

"No, I hate my parents. I don't hate Hawkins. I just...want to see if it's changed, I guess. I want to see what the town is like now that I'm, you know, happy," Steve explains, watching Robin closely for her reaction. When she doesn't agree after a few seconds, he sighs and adds, "You don't have to come, Robin."

"Of course, I'm coming, Dingus. You can't get rid of me that easily. Besides, I'm your personal guard. I literally get paid to personally guard you."

"Good," Steve says, "It wouldn't be fun without you. Everyone else is coming, too. Well, except for Grandmother, but she promised to visit when she could."

"Wait, does this mean I have to go to school, too? Like, seriously?"

"Yeah. And Jonathan. And the kids. We have to at least try to blend in," Steve says, grinning at the devastated expression of Robin's face. If he'd gone to a private school, she probably could've gotten away with just being his personal guard, but a public school means actually blending in.

"The things I do for you," she mutters as the song comes to an end. She and Steve take a step back from each other and bow as the guests politely clap around them.

Before Steve can say anything, a warm hand rests on his shoulder. He looks over to see Clarisse, smiles brightly, and offers his hand to her. "Can I have your next dance, Grandmother?" he asks.

A now-familiar happiness settles in his stomach when she agrees, placing her hand in his. Steve basks in it, absolutely certain he'll have no problems in Hawkins so long as he remembers this feeling.

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Tag List (let me know if you'd like to be added to future parts!)

@y4r3luv, @potato-of-the-lord, @lublix, @little-birch-boy, @eriquin, @whenindoubtb72

[fruitbythefoot7]

happy jargyle jursday everyone

[sinclairstarz]

i cannot make a serious byler edit to save my life theyre just too silly

[soniclion92]

The way they both glance at each others lips has me ILL

[will80sbyers]

THE kissing scene!!!!

[wholeshebangs]

[leslie057]

place in me (no words left);

SOULMATE AU SOULMATE AU SOULMATE AU!

pairings: nancy/jonathan, nancy&mike

rating: m (swearing + sexual references)

word count: 13k

summary: local midwestern sadboy gets hexed by his beautiful soulmate—forgets he’s not supposed to be telling nancy wheeler that she’s his angel

read on ao3

The weight of the situation is far and above her repressing abilities. Her Soulmate may be here, here and now, real and ready. Her Soulmate may be under an amnesiac Japanese love spell. And it may be Jonathan, who has admittedly become her…distant dream. Her type. She wants nothing more than to claim him now while he’s willing to actually breathe her air.

She never planned on any of this. Or on him.

His bottom lip curls upward a little and she imagines him biting down on his tongue, trying hard to contain himself. Contain the big feelings. Self-control is his game on any normal day. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he can’t even think straight because of her slender hand in his. His sense of reason is off on Saturn, and she can almost see how much he wants to physically be closer to her, a thought so upsetting and lush she could throw something. She could scream.

She’ll do neither; he scares easily when it comes to girls.

She prepares the same tone that you’d use on a wounded animal cowering in the bushes. Voice careful and low, she says, “You don’t know why you’re here, do you?” His answer—if she can coax it out of him—could confirm the connection of their partner receptors.

He shakes his head no.

You are mine. I did bring you here.

Her chest lifts with the knowledge. Puzzling, perfect knowledge. Mentally she parses out her next words, letting him stroke her wrapped palm in the meantime. The peripheral sound of Mike and Dustin’s footsteps echoes. Privacy is crucial for the conversation she covets.

“Hey, come with me for a sec.”

She tugs him toward the closet and they slip into darkness. She locks them in. Instinctively finds the pull cord and yanks down on it so that he would see her, so that the warm light would ground them.

extending an extra special thank you to @wanderleave who encouraged me through this story and offered revisionist help; she’s the best “idea man” <3

[stonathandreamer]

Stonathan headcanons to brighten your day ✨

🔸 Masterlist

🔹 You can read part 2 here | part 3 here | part 4 here

Might've gotten a little carried away and turned this into a semi-fanfic, but I don't care!

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✨ They became good friends after S1 - Jonathan was just as surprised as you are. He never imagined becoming friends with Steve Harrington of all people;

✨ They spend a lot of time together - in between classes, during lunch, after school. As it turns out, Steve was actually a pleasant person (even funny at times, though Jonathan would never admit it), and Jonathan was such a good listener, even when Steve talked about things he didn't enjoy (like basketball). Jonathan always paid attention;

✨ There is no such thing as "Jonathan's personal space." Steve is always resting his arm over Jonathan's shoulders or bumping their arms whenever he says something he thinks is funny;

✨ Steve has the habit of sneaking up behind Jonathan to scare him. He finds it amusing. Jonathan finds it annoying;

✨ Steve would always try to convince Jonathan to go to a party with him!

— "C'mon, Jonathan! It's gonna be fun."

— "Forget it, Steve. I'm not going to some stupid party."

— "But I want you there! Pleaseee..."

✨ Steve always succeeded, after some bargaining, of course;

✨ Never leave each other's sides during these parties - because Steve was sure Jonathan would try to escape if he lost sight of him, and Jonathan because... Well, he didn't know anyone besides Steve;

✨ As time went on, Steve realized how much he enjoyed Jonathan's company: how he rolled his eyes and slightly smiled whenever Steve said something remotely funny (on rare occasions, Jonathan would even laugh), how he always listened to what he had to say, how he always showed Steve some cool pictures he took the other day. Jonathan is different. Jonathan is... Special;

✨ 'Oh shit. I like Jonathan?' he thinks one day;

✨ Steve fell first, but Jonathan... Poor Jonathan fell harder;

✨ He was sitting in his room listening to music while skimming through his newly taken pictures. One, in particular, catches his attention - it's a picture of Steve, atop a bench in the park, trying to strike a good pose and almost falling down. He looks fondly at the picture and smiles. Steve looks so cute in it... Wait;

✨ "No! No no no no no. SHIT!" poor guy has a breakdown after realizing he has fallen for his friend;

✨ They're both awkward with each other after their respective realizations sink in;

✨ Steve is no longer invading Jonathan's personal space, and Jonathan thinks he did something wrong, so now Steve is upset with him;

✨ Jonathan is no longer showing Steve his newly taken pictures, and Steve thinks he did something wrong. They rarely talk or spend time together, both fearful of doing something wrong and ruining their friendship. Steve eventually has enough of this and decides to take a risk. He goes to Jonathan's house and finds him in his room, looking like a mess - his hair is messy, and there are dark circles under his eyes. Jonathan almost has a heart attack when he sees Steve;

— "Did I do something wrong?" straight to the point, "Cause if I did, please tell me, Jonathan... I miss you."

— "N-no! No. You did nothing wrong. It's just... It's complicated."

✨ They open up about missing each other's company - how Steve missed hearing Jonathan's snarky remarks and how Jonathan missed hearing Steve's unfunny jokes. It's a sweet and tender moment. They're talking, laughing, invading each other's personal spaces, not even realizing they are getting closer and closer by the seconds;

✨ Steve slowly raises his hand and places it over Jonathan's cheek, eyes fixed on his lips. He makes his move and kisses him. It lasts for barely three seconds before Steve pulls back, eyes wide and full of fear, thinking he just ruined everything. Again! First with Nancy. Now with Jonathan!

— "I-I'm sorry!" he yells, getting up and making a run for the door, "I'll l-leave you alone!"

— "No! Wait!" Jonathan grabs his arm, "I don't... You..." he can't formulate a simple phrase. Since actions speak louder than words, he decides to act. Jonathan pulls Steve and kisses him.

✨ This time the kiss takes longer than a couple of seconds. It's just perfect, like they were meant for one another. Like it's destiny finally coming into fruition;

✨ And just like that, they're inseparable once again. Attached at the hip;

✨ Steve calls Jonathan 'Jon', or 'Johnny' when he wants to tease him;

✨ Jonathan calls Steve 'Steven' when he pretends to be mad at him;

✨ Jonathan knew his mom would be cool with him dating Steve (she already likes him), but he had no idea she would pretty much adopt his boyfriend! Always asking him to invite Steve over for dinner or lunch or coming up with ideas for their dates;

✨ Will asks Jonathan what he saw in Steve, and vice versa - and Jonathan is not sure if it's an honest question or he's just acting like a little shit. Nonetheless, Will is happy for both of them;

✨ Steve loves spending time with Jonathan and his family! He calls Will his 'brother-in-law', much to his and Jonathan's dismay and Joyce's amusement;

✨ Jonathan met Steve's parents once when he came to pick him up for a date, and of course, he introduced himself as 'Steve's friend'. They seemed... Ok-ish;

✨ Little notes always appear in Jonathan's locker. They're never signed, but he recognizes that handwriting from a mile away. It's always silly things like: 'Saw you today at the hallway. You're cute :-)' or 'Looking gorgeous today, gorgeous!'

✨ Jonathan wrote a little note for Steve once: "There are seven wonders in the world. There were originally eight, but I took one for myself: you." Steve has this note saved to this day;

✨ Jonathan was really happy for Steve when he got the job at Scoops Ahoy, and Steve was super proud of Jonathan for his internship at the Hawkins Post;

✨ When he graduated from school, Steve employed the kids, primarily Will and Dustin, to deliver his notes to Jonathan;

— "I look ridiculous in this stupid sailor outfit..."

— "Stop it! You look adorable, Steve." immediately blushes.

✨ New promotion at Scoops Ahoy: boyfriend gets free ice cream!

✨ Steve has a sheet of paper at the bottom of his drawer with only one phrase written on it: 'Harrington-Byers or Byers-Harrington?'

✨ Jonathan has a board filled with his favorite notes from Steve and some photos of the two of them together (and that silly photo of Steve almost falling off the park bench).

[share-the-damn-bed]

JONATHAN BYERS & NANCY WHEELER | every type of kiss  

inspired by this post from @summersjancy cheek. lips. shoulder. hand. forehead.

[lunar-years]

Something something re: Jonathan gently cupping Nancy’s face!!!