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adelicioustragedy · 2 years
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Murray looking at Eddie and Steve while they shamelessly flirt: Jesus Christ another one
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prettyboybyers · 2 years
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Brett Gelmans likes on twitter😳
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zerokrox-blog · 11 months
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@steddieas-shegoes @newgrangespirals  
I hope this is too your liking! I tried to make it more angry but I don’t think I quite got it. But anyway, I tried to make it as good as I could. (I literally rewrote this like 5-6 times and it still feels..not angry enough) Based on this post  The silence around the table was deafening as Murray finished talking. The man looked so proud of himself, telling all and sundry about how he had gotten Nancy and Jonathan together. Nobody could move and no one breathed. Nancy and Jonathan had gone pale, and she kept looking at Steve who had gone so still and silent, hand outstretched for the mashed potatoes in front of him. His face had a weird look as if mentally calculating something and suddenly it changed to one of furious understanding and anguish that made her sit still. 
Then in the silence, seemingly not realizing the can of worms he had just opened, Murray turned to Steve and Eddie, “and you know you two are cute. But the pining is getting annoying, like you could take us all out of the misery by dating or even just something! Just ask-” “How fucking dare you?” Steve’s voice was cold and low with barely suppressed rage. He straightened up glaring at Murray who finally took in the faces around him. Jonathan and Nancy’s white faces, the pure shock on Joyce and Hopper’s faces. Robin, and the kids looking uncomfortable. Eddie looked terrified. Wayne was stiff and furious. 
“C’mon man, you can’t be serious?” Murray was shocked. “There is nothing wrong with me trying to get you together man! Listen, I helped get Jonathan and Nancy together as well as Hopper and Joyce. They are thriving-” 
Steve held up his hand voice hardening further, “what is your problem? I was with Nancy at that time which you knew about and you facilitated her cheating on me and you think I should be happy? You think I should be grateful? Now to make matters worse you are so casual about telling people about Eddie and I without knowing if these people are safe? Are you crazy? What is your problem?”
 Steve stood up, anger pouring off of him. Before Murray could say another word, Steve continued to rant, “you come here acting like some god, thinking that we all owe you shit when you barely know the people here and continue to treat us like little lab rats to get your fix! Stop trying to get people together, you're not a matchmaker! Nor are you in a relationship yourself! You barely know anything aside from cooking and maybe a few conspiracies! And you definitely don't know anyone here aside from Hop and Joyce! That isn’t enough people to be making the assumptions you’ve made. Most importantly, you are sitting here proudly, PROUDLY telling people that you helped Nancy and Jonathan get together KNOWING she was together with me! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Steve started to walk away, but he paused just past Murray, he turned back and looked directly at him, “you don’t know me nor do you know Eddie. You don’t know him, who gave the right to demand he dance to your tune like a monkey? What if he isn’t gay? What if he actually hated me? What if he is dating someone else? Who are you to come here and force him to come out like that with no warning? Who are you to make him feel unsafe around the only people who understand him and what he went through over spring break? WHO ARE YOU TO TELL HIM IT’S OK TO CHEAT JUST BECAUSE YOU GET OFF ON HURTING TEENAGERS YOU BARELY KNOW? You disgust me.” Steve glared at Murray and snorted when the man didn’t say anything, seemingly finally realizing what he had done. “Yeah that is what I thought. I hope you know that I will not forgive you for endorsing Nancy cheating on me. I don’t forgive you for taking away my voice in trying to set Eddie and I up and telling people that he is gay without his permission. Fuck you Murray, go to hell.” He started walking away, and when Nancy reached out for him he jerked himself away. “You stay away from me. You and Jonathan stay the fuck away from me. I trusted you both and I shouldn’t have. I never told anyone half of the shit you both did to me. Stay away from me.”
Nancy retracted her hand feeling hurt. 
Eddie stood up, after the shock wore off and looked coldly at Murray, he said, “Aside from literally telling everyone to give you a pat on the back for helping Nancy cheat on Steve, and making me very uncomfortable by outing me like that, I hope you will not do that to anyone else, do you understand me? He waited until he got a nod from Murray, he looked at all of the people around the table, his eyes landed squarely back on Murray and stated firmly, “I don’t care one way or the other at this point, but Steve and I have been together for several months now. We don’t and never will need you to put us together. If you have any problems with that, take it up with someone who cares.” 
Murray looked pleased, “see? You two-”
Eddie gave him a sharp look. He moved after Steve who had left, tears in his eyes that nobody could see as he had entirely turned away from the table. 
Eddie left the Hopper-Byers backyard and went back to the Munson’s new house. Steve beat Eddie there by several minutes and when Eddie saw him his heart cracked. 
Steve was curled up on his bed, face buried in their pillows, soft sobs escaping him. 
“Oh sweetheart, I am here baby.” Eddie cooed softly, slipping out of his clothes before crawling into the bed and curling around Steve. 
Steve cried softly into the pillows not moving closer to Eddie the way he normally would. Eddie just held him and hummed softly into his hair, fingers slowly moving up and down his sides. 
It took Steve some time to calm down, and when he did he shifted around in Eddie’s arms and caught the look on his face. “Am I bad? Am I not enough for anyone? Is that why everyone leaves or hurts me? Am I not worthy of love and a healthy relationship?” he whispered, and Eddie squeezed him closer. 
“No babylove. You are worthy of love and gentleness, you are enough honey boy.” he kept his tone warm and soft, gently stroking Steve’s hair. 
Steve sucked in a deep breath, and once he calmed down entirely, he mumbled, “I don’t want to see Nancy or Jonathan for a while. I am so angry at them. And I don’t quite know what to make of this situation. Nancy knew how I felt about cheating because I told her about my parents. And she fucking cheated on me!” 
Eddie nodded and waited, Steve finally looked at him, and gave him a small smile. “I am sorry we were outed like that. I really-” 
“Baby boy, I promise you it’s not your fault, ok? You don’t owe me an apology. It’s not your fault and you don’t apologize for something that someone else’s shitty behavior ok? We can stay away from Nancy and Jonathan until you feel comfortable seeing them again, OK?” 
Steve nodded, feeling safe and secure here in Eddie’s arms. Here he was safe, he could be himself around Eddie, especially in his arms.
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trashcanniballecter · 2 years
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Murray is the Hopper/Byers kids weird uncle and literally none of them know why, not even Murray
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bluebirdflynn7 · 2 years
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missingexaltation · 1 year
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"Steve stays with Eddie at the hospital" this and "Dustin stays with Eddie at the hospital" that.
Where's my "Wayne stays at the hospital with Eddie, and gets inducted into the upside down shenanigans when the other adults hear the news while comforting their kids" fic?
Hopper isn't Eddie's biggest fan because of the drugs thing. The kid's a fucking nightmare to get through to, but Wayne's a good man, a vet, and he deserves to know the truth as to why his nephew is in the hospital. On top of that, he squares things with Wayne's job to make sure he's not fired for absence, and takes the time to explain the past few years of hell in Hawkins to him. The more they talk, the more Hopper realises what they've been through, and how much bad luck and prejudice has forced them into near poverty.
Joyce stops by with Murray, and between them they manage to get the Munsons the same governmental protection and compensation that they have bargained for. There won't be any fees for Eddie's hospital stay, their old debts are wiped, and they get a new home (a house!) to replace the one they lost. The government agents are good, but Joyce is better, and Murray is terrifying.
Claudia Henderson stops by with meals, treats and books, often bringing her son with her. Eddie saved her boy's life, she says, and she'll do whatever she can do repay them both. She's the one who gets Eddie his diploma, getting him graduated on a technicality, and Wayne cries when he finds out. She's sweet and unrelenting, and a wonderful, wonderful lady. (Wayne won't admit it, but he's very much tongue-tied and brain-soupy when she's around.)
It takes a few weeks for Eddie to wake up, and a few months before he can leave the hospital. In that time Wayne realises that he has a new network of people he can rely on. For the first time in years he's out of debt, has enough cash to spoil his nephew like he deserves, and an actual house for a home, instead of that fucking trailer.
Hell, he even has a garden big enough for growing vegetables now, and that's something he's dreamed of for years. And a porch to sit on in the evenings with whoever stops by (or Eddie, who seems to be enjoying the peace and quiet for once).
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chopinrefound · 1 year
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So I did a thing with the grown-ups:
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barbienese · 2 years
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who hurt you?
fem!reader x dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov
when reader gets hurt, enzo is worried.
“please Y/N, who hurt you?”
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warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of death, angst and fluff
request from @athenastearss !! i hope you enjoyed it love <3
You were one of the few female guards that worked at the prison. One of the last ones still standing, anyway.
Not many were cut out for your position as head guard. Your position had seen many before you and from what you heard, none of them left peacefully.
The misogyny in the prison was insane. Many disagreed with your place as head guard, their excuse being “a prison was no place for a woman.”
You’d heard that from almost everybody you’d come across in your time.
Except Enzo. He was different.
From the day he started, he respected you. Over time, the two of you had built an unbreakable bond. He was very protective of you too, sometimes over the top and extreme.
But you loved that about him, it made you feel safe.
Today was like any other day, you were doing your usual patrol. As you got to the last wing of cells, you noticed something was off. You looked into a cell.
It was empty.
An immense feeling of dread washed over you when you were slammed to the ground.
You looked up and saw a 4 pairs of eyes staring back at you. From the messy hair and overall dirty disheveled appearance, you knew they were all prisoners.
Looking closer, you recognized one of them. He was the biggest of the bunch. His name?
Vladimir Milag.
By far one of the most violent prisoners were locked up, he was feared by both guards and other prisoners. Out of all, he was the most menacing and evil.
He was the only prisoner you were intimidated by.
A groan erupted from your throat as they each took turns stomping, punching and kicking you as you were laid on the cold concrete. Pain wrecked through your entire body.
You tried to scream, but nothing came out. They all stopped to laugh at your desperation.
“No one is coming to save you, princess.” Vladimir snickered, “No one.”
He and his friends cackled as they continued their merciless assault on you.
Soon, the pain turned to numbness. Your eyes fluttered shut as you passed out.
The last thing you heard, was a faint “Y/N!”
It was a faint beeping noise that woke you up.
You sat up, surveying your surroundings.
The walls were painted a pale blue, which popped in contrast to the white machines that lined them
“Fuck.” You winced, holding your head.
You could barely move. Scratches, bruises and cuts covered by bandages lined your entire body.
A familiar voice rang out. “Y/N! You’re finally awake.”
There, leaning against the doorway, was a very concerned Enzo.
You frowned as you surveyed his appearance. Dark bags lined his eyes which lacked the glint they once held, and his beard was unkept and messy.
The air was thick. None of you knew what to say, all you did was look at each other with the same sad stare.
“Who did this to you?” He asked, breaking the silence.
You thickly swallowed, “Just some prisoners, it’s fine—”
“—No it isn’t.”
“Enzo, please. It’s part of the job, forget about it—”
“—How do you expect me to forget that? You’ve been out for 2 weeks Y/N. The doctors thought you weren’t ever gonna wake up..” Enzo shouted, making you flinch. “So no, Y/N. I’m not gonna fucking forget about it.”
His voice broke, pure distress etched into his features. You frowned as he sat on the edge of your bed.
He sighed, “Please Y/N, who hurt you?”
“If I tell you,” You paused, “Will you let it go?”
“Yes.” He answered that all too quickly.
“Enzo.” You sighed.
“Y/N.” He smirked back.
You threw your hands up in defeat, “It was Vladimir and his goonies. But I don’t know how they got out.”
“Don’t worry about that my love,” He leaned forward, caressing your cheek. “But now, you’ve gotta get some rest.”
He leaned forward and kissed your cheek.
You blushed immediately, butterflies erupting in your stomach.
“Goodnight Y/N.“
“Goodnight Enzo.”
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eldritch-thrumming · 2 months
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I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO SAY really importantly abt murray’s character in the context of the duffers falling into the hollywood propaganda machine is that they begin to play on the trope that equates critical analysis and questioning political doctrine as unhinged conspiracy theory and niche annoying guy who lives in a bunker without any kind of human connection
WHEN IN REALITY true leftist critics of the political machine are basing said criticisms off of the historical record/historically based evidence, historical materialism, and efforts toward community building…
the cia&fbi have admitted to committing some of the worst and most blatant crimes against humanity and assassinations of leftist leaders. leftists aren’t just pulling shit out of our ass. we’re observing the world around us and drawing conclusions based on the connections we make. and a lot of leftist organizing and leadership is based on creating community and rejecting the individualization that capitalism pushes to the forefront of american culture.
and let’s be abundantly clear. murray is certainly not a leftist and i’m not saying that the show ever really claims that he is (he and erica are the two most vocally anti-communist characters in the show) BUT what i’m saying is that the duffers are playing off of tropes that equate to shorthand communication that frames leftist thought and individuals as crazy conspiracy theorists in western/american consciousness.
SO by making murray somewhat annoying and insufferable and borderline insane, what the duffers are doing is positioning murray in a space where he is simultaneously RIGHT but also crazy. and this allows for the audience to feel no real attachment to him, because even the other characters seem to dislike him, even as he’s on their side. he’s too crazy EVEN FOR THEM, who have literally seen with their own eyes monsters from another dimension and have witnessed themselves the lengths the american govt have gone to to continue to lie and cover up their own actions.
and in this way, sam owens and murray actually become foils of each other. the sympathetic govt agent who actually seems to care abt these kids (in the cases of el and will at least) and murray, the crazy guy who’s on our side but who we don’t even actually like (and who doesn’t like any of these people actually either!!!)
and so these two seemingly unrelated side characters who don’t even really share any screen time together, become integral to the messaging of the show and creating a propaganda piece for devaluing leftist theory and analysis.
this is really just me rambling but LET ME COOK i’m getting to it
(btw continuation of this & this post)
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byleranalysis · 2 years
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things Brett Gelman has liked on Twitter recently…
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murraystan · 5 months
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I’m back to say FUCK Brett Gelman and his racist colonial ass nonsense. I will not be watching any media with him in it going forward.
I stand with the Palestinian people now and forever both as an American colonizer and a future Jewish person (I’m currently converting) and I pray that more Israeli people join ranks with their countrymen that are already organizing across national borders against the Israeli government. 🇵🇸
I was just going to delete this blog but I think I’m actually going to leave it up and use it to record and debunk some of the stuff he’s putting in his stories. So definitely unfollow if you don’t want to see I/P stuff - this account will exist mainly as a record.
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mynameishazard · 1 year
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Some Jargyle for yall, as a treat
HC, inspired by a post by @rogue-alien who I love and you should IMMEDIATELY go over and check out all their artwork and their entire blog.
Anyway, the headcanon:
Murray is confused by Jargyle.
He can tell they're dating, they don't hide it, they're holding hands even as he sits across from them at the table.
He's confused because Jonathon gives off straight, sub energy and Argyle is just....Argyle.
The man can't get a good read on him and when he asks the boys what's going on they just look at him.
Argyle has a big smile plastered across his face and a hint of confusion flashes in Jon's eyes before it falls away.
"What?" Jon asks and Murray points to their clasped hands on the table.
"This. What is this?" Murray asks and Jon looks down for a second before looking back up and, completely deadpan, says
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
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jugheadthelesbian · 1 year
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stranger things characters i need to see more of and why
• argyle: he’s literally the best character, i want to see him actually get a character arc. i want to see him get vecnaed. i want to see him and johnathan kiss tbh
• eden: she’s hot and i think she’d be a cool character. i think it’d be neat for her to be queer too and to get her vecnaed and some religious trauma (bonus for more suzzie too)
• nancy: more of her being a queen. also, id like to see her and robin bond over barb(going off of rebel robin). also we need to let natalia kiss maya bc it’s only fair. if her and steve get together again, i will pull out all my hair again.
• lucas: specifically lucas and el together bc i need them to help each other deal w max in the coma(gonna make a one shot ab this later). also i want him and erica sibling bonding. i would luv to see more sinclair family dynamic bc his parents give off good vibes. he’s also my favorite of the original party bc i also balance being a nerd and cool kid and we need representation. just feed me more lucas content or i will impulsively block people again.
• erica: girl has been through a lot and it needs to be talked ab. scoops troop being there for her would make me luv myself.
• murray: i want more murray content pleaseeeeee. him getting vecnaed and feeling guilty over alexei’s death would cure my hearing loss.
• chrissy: this one would obviously only be in flashbacks but like introducing a character that is chrissy’s younger sibling or best friend and getting some of chrissy's backstory through them. idk it could be cool
• wayne: pleaseeeee him getting involved w the upside down and stuff bc he wants to be able to bury eddie would be so good. him bonding w joyce and hopper would be a big bonus
• eddie: he’s the last on the list bc i know it probably won’t happen but bringing him back as kas would be so cool
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robin-buck1ey · 2 years
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People gotta stop underestimating the smaller woman that are always right
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peenor · 3 months
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Just because Gelman made his twt bio “zaddy” (zionist daddy) “only” because people were pointing out how zionist he is doesn’t fucking make my point moot, that we should punish behavior like this and celebrities need to understand how much influence they have with what they say, especially in a huge national march for Israel - the country currently committing said genocide, it actually makes my point quite clear that this man does not value human life, or at the very least does not value Palestinians lived
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If you still refuse to see that he really could care less about Palestinian life look no further than google - heres a October 24th article - by 10/24/23 it is estimated 5,000 Palestinians were already killed.
Quote taken from above article by a Palestinian activist who I feel should be quoted more than Gelman, Palestinian activist Mohamed El-Kurd
"There's a population that lives inside a cage without citizenship, without right to movement, without access to clean water... when you compared an occupied population, a population that has been ethnically cleansed, a population that lives under a system of apartheid to a population that is afraid of that population. That is occupation."
Ceasefire now, end the genocide, boycott stranger things s5
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nancys4gf · 2 years
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hating you is easier | jonathan byers
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summary: you and jonathan work together to expose the lab. even though you hate each other.
pairing: jonathan byers x gender neutral reader
warnings: none
note: today i offer you.... friends to strangers to enemies to lovers jonathan.. + our favorite matchmaker: murray. i had so much fun writing this. i hope you enjoy!!! <3 ps. that gif??? i'm so in love with him.
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“you can’t drive.”
“i haven’t drank that much.”
“i’m not getting in that car.”
“well, i’m not letting you drive.”
“do what you want.” you concluded. “i’ll stay here.”
jonathan let out a sigh. he knew he couldn’t leave you here on your own, no matter how much you irritated him. 
he turned to murray, who was curiously watching the scene, and said,
“we’ll stay.”
“okay, i’m confused.” he spoke. “what’s going on here? a lovers’ quarrel?”
“please,” you choked back a laugh. “no, no love going on here.”
murray raised an eyebrow. “how come?”
“we don’t…” jonathan started, casting a glance at you. “really get along.”
“ha!” murray exclaimed, startling both of you. “yet you’re here together because…?”
“we have shared interests.” you replied. 
“shared interests, alright,” he nodded, smirking. “correct me if i’m wrong but, you were the one who went to jonathan for help, right?”
“yeah…” you said, unsure of where murray was getting at.
“why?” 
“i don’t know.” 
“well, there must be a reason why you asked him for help. instead of asking anyone else.” 
realizing murray was genuinely waiting for an answer, you opened your mouth and closed it a couple times. until you finally said the only thing you could think of: the truth.  
“he’s the only one who understands.”
murray looked satisfied, his face practically glowing with a ‘bingo!’ sign. you felt jonathan’s gaze on you, but you didn’t look at him. 
“tell me, you used to be friends, didn’t you?”
“how…?” the question died in jonathan’s mouth, agape with surprise.
“what happened?” murray continued, his excitement growing more and more as he unraveled the mystery. “you broke his heart?” staring at your blank expression, he narrowed his eyes and tried, “he broke your heart?”
“we grew apart. it happens. it’s normal.”
jonathan scoffed, and you turned to him abruptly.
“what? what’s wrong about what i just said, jonathan? tell me.”
“nothing,” he shrugged, and you were so focused on him that you didn’t notice murray cackling to himself, as he watched everything fall into place like dominoes. “you just make it sound as if nothing happened.”
“nothing did.”
your heart was racing and your face felt as if it was burning, the same way it always did when jonathan worked you up like this. murray suddenly stood up from the chair, clearing his throat and breaking the tension.
“well, unfortunately, there’s only the bed in the guest room. but if you find each other’s presence so unbearable, one of you can always sleep in the bathtub.”
he gave you a big, snarky grin, and started walking up the stairs. 
“for what is worth,” he continued, stirring the bottle of vodka. “i don’t think you two hate each other. i think it’s quite the opposite, actually.”
jonathan and you looked at each other. if there was one thing you both knew was that murray was insane, and that it was going to be a long night. 
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“you’re taking up all the sheets, jeez.” you protested, kicking jonathan under the covers.
“and you’re taking up the whole bed.”
“come on.” you groaned.
“i’m almost falling, see?” 
you rolled your eyes, knowing very well that he was exaggerating. but you still moved a bit to your side. the bed was already small, and you would gladly fall over the edge if it meant you wouldn’t feel his body against yours. 
“happy?”
“euphoric.” he replied sarcastically.
“you know, he’s full of shit.” you stated, lying on your back, staring at the ceiling. “he does have another bed.”
“what?”
“mhm. he just wants to feed his weird fantasy of us sleeping together.”
jonathan scoffed. “it’s incredible. you always think the worst of people. you think the whole world revolves around you. but really, he probably couldn’t care less about us.”
“and you’re so naive.” you said, deciding you didn’t have the energy to think up a more elaborate insult. “you could’ve taken the couch.”
“you take the couch.”
you crossed your arms over your chest. “who does he think he is? prying into our lives like that.” 
“he’s wasted.” he said simply. “but he did help.”
“yeah…” you whispered, hesitant to admit that jonathan was right. “yeah, i guess he did.”
“it was a good idea,” he cleared his throat. “watering down the story.”
“yeah.” you agreed, a smile creeping up on your face. 
you had been the one who had had the idea of attenuating the lab's exposé. and even though jonathan wasn’t directly giving you credit for it, he was still praising something you had been responsible for. 
and maybe that, along with the fact that you were sharing a bed at a stranger’s house, was just the little push you needed to say something that you would never have said otherwise. 
“we’ve never talked about it.” 
“about what?”
“come on, jonathan,” you looked at him tiredly. “you know what i mean.”
he gazed back at you. you were used to all the various looks jonathan gave you, but you had some trouble deciphering this particular one. 
“there’s nothing to talk about.”
“oh, there isn’t?” 
“no.”
you were really trying to talk to him, making an effort not to react. but it seemed as if his sole purpose was getting on your nerves. 
“so we kiss, and then we go on like nothing happened, pretending like we hate each other, but there’s nothing to talk about?”
“i’m not pretending.”
you let out an unbelieving scoff, turning away. you could hear his breathing, an aggravating reminder that he really was there, instead of simply being a torturous figment of your imagination. you shut your eyes furiously, determined to ignore the body lying next to you and fall asleep. 
it was easy to be angry at jonathan. anger felt safe, anger was fuel, a cage you could always lock yourself in whenever the outside world got too scary. if you hadn’t been feeling angry right now, you’d be feeling ashamed. ashamed that you had admitted something you shouldn’t have. ashamed that you felt something he didn't correspond.
at some point, you felt the mattress move underneath you. jonathan turned on his side as well, staring at your back. 
“i’ve thought about it.”
even though there was a small space separating your bodies, you could feel his breath against your bare back, and the warmth radiating from his chest.
“what have you thought about?” you whispered. if you spoke quietly enough, maybe he wouldn’t hear you. maybe you could build your walls up again.
“i don’t hate you.” 
those words were enough to make your heart skip a beat. you turned, now facing jonathan.
“i never did. but it was just… easier, i guess.” he confessed. “we grew apart. you started hanging out with the popular kids and i kept to myself even more. i saw you become this person that i didn’t know, and i…” he sighed. “i was jealous. angry. i had no reason to be, but i was. i thought we’d be friends forever, you know? and then we weren’t.”
you hesitated. you had been brave enough to come to a sketchy reporter’s house in order to expose a group of important people who were capable of ruining your life. but you weren’t sure if you were brave enough to say what you’ve always wanted to say.
“when we kissed at that stupid party, i thought things were gonna change between us. for the better.” even though your body was aching for you to look away, you didn’t. the conversation felt weak and vulnerable, but jonathan’s gaze made you feel strong.
“i know things were already different between us. but when we were together, it felt like old times. i realized that you hadn’t changed as much as i thought you had. i realized i hadn’t changed as much as i thought i had.”
jonathan attentively listened to every word, to the sound of your voice. he didn’t want to only hear what you were saying. he wanted to understand. he wanted to know what you had been feeling when he had been longing for you, as well.
“but then… you ignored me at school,” you whispered, remembering how your entire world had crumbled down one winter morning. “and you said we should’ve never kissed.” 
“i never should’ve said that.” he spoke quietly, his eyes full of regret. 
“why did you?”
“i don’t know.” he sighed. “i think i got scared. scared of what would happen.”
“but what could have happened?” you insisted. “what’s so bad about change?”
his hand twiched against his side, overcome by the strong impulse to move the strand of hair that had fallen on your face. but he pulled back. 
“we could’ve figured it out together. we’ve always been a good team.” you said as you fixed your hair.
in the faint light, jonathan thought you looked so much like the person he’d use to have sleepovers with when he was younger. you’d always end up sleeping together, the extra mattress long forgotten. he remembered he always used to reach for you, without giving it a second thought. but now, it wasn’t as easy. 
“and now we’re here.” he stated.
“now we’re here.” you repeated. “i knew i couldn’t do this alone. i also knew no one would believe me. but you did.”
little did he knew, you were also thinking about the time you had once shared. a great part of your life had had jonathan in it, and when he hadn't been there, you had felt as if you were living a life that wasn’t yours.
“you did.” you said again. “you always do.”
and i always will, jonathan wanted to say. but instead, it came out as,
“is it… too late to figure it out now?”
jonathan had faced a lot of change in his life, so he tended to keep away from it. as long as things stayed the same, he was safe. but now, seeing the way your face brightened up and your eyes seemed to spark with hope, he wanted to try. for you. with you.
“you tell me.” you said, wanting, wishing that he wanted the same thing you did.
he glanced at your lips, and your breath caught in your throat. never taking your eyes off his, you leaned in. not too much, but just enough. time seemed to slow down during those few seconds while you waited for him to do something, until he finally leaned in too, wordlessly telling you that you were both on the same page. you’d always had been.
“hating you is so much easier.” he whispered, lingering over your lips. his breath against your face was warm, and you couldn’t help the eager pounding of your heart, anticipating what was about to happen.
“but it’s not exactly true, is it?”
his lips were brushing yours now, your body tingling all over.
“no,” he mumbled, hands cupping your face. “it’s not.”
as soon as his mouth was on yours, you completely melted in his touch, all fear and tension disappearing as you let yourself be held by him. his hands were warm against your face, and you wished he’d never let go.
it wasn’t your first kiss. you two had already shared a shy, drunk kiss at one of steve harrington’s parties. yet this kiss was tentative and just as timid. the story you two shared hung in the air like night stars, new constellations arising as the story moved forward.
your hands found jonathan’s waist under the covers, gripping his shirt so you had something to hold on to. he pulled you even closer to him, and he was burning, and you were burning, and you felt as if the whole room was on fire. 
but you didn’t care, you couldn't care about anything else, because no matter how much time had passed, jonathan always felt right. coming back to him was like finding your way back home after getting lost in the woods.
and even though he’d claim you bring out the best in him, you’d argue that it's actually the other way around.
jonathan’s hands moved about your hair and face, wanting to touch every single part of you. after what felt like hours, but not enough time, you both pulled away, catching your breaths.
he stared at you, a wide grin illuminating his face. he was the reason for your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. and he loved it. he wanted to run his hands through your hair until it became even messier, only to fix it back into place.
“what?” you said softly, gazing up at him. “what are you thinking about?” 
jonathan held your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.
“he definitely lied about the bed.”
you let out a loud laugh, shaking your head as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.
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