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heartbreak-sandwich · 8 months

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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.

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers headcanons #stranger things headcanons #jonathan byers is your boyfriend #sando lists #jonathan byers fanfic #jonathan byers x reader #gn reader #stranger things fic #jonathan byers blurb #kissing jonathan byers #this was my favorite blurb I think #I want to write a fic from the blurb #shoud I?

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kennahjune · 4 months

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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.

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

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sillypelagicredcrab · 1 year

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stranger things season five spoiler

#stranger things #stonathan #steve stranger things #steve harrington #they should be together #they should kiss #jonathan byers #fanart #art #hey #hi how are ya #canon #this happened #spoilers

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gmaybe666 · 8 months

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'sorry I dragged you into this'

an evening jargyle sketch that I will work on more.

#I had a job interview today so im making drawings that I want to make before I fingers crossed get the job n go back to the 9-5 :(#injecting some jargyle into Tumblr to counteract the stonathon posts #argyle is still processing that he watched a man die and then be buried by teenagers #and Jon is feeling all sorts: wants to find el wants to kiss argyle #happy jargyle jursday #jargyle #jonathan byers #stranger things #gmaybe666 #jonathan x argyle

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libraryofgage · 3 months

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The Prince and the Metalhead (3)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

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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#stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #princess diaries crossover #queen clarisse renaldi #modern royalty au #platonic stobin #future steddie #robin buckley #jonathan byers #my writing #steve deserves good parents actually #i'm a simple woman #i drop lore about steve and jonathan kissing one (1) time #and then never follow up hfjdsk #steddie is gonna be in the next one bois!

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sinclairstarz · 3 months

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

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soniclion92 · 9 months

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

#ughhh every detail about this scene is just perfect #like no other kiss scene is doing it like them #this is the scene ever #stranger things #stranger things netflix #netflix #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jancy

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will80sbyers · 5 months

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THE kissing scene!!!!

#Jancy #Jancyedit #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #Stedit #Stranger things #strangerthingsedit #Will80sbyersgifs #jonathan x nancy #Jancy kissing scene #Jancy first kiss

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findafight · 2 years

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Argyle is so great I love him so much that man is ride or die for Jonathan before S4 starts he's like yes I WILL befriend this sad little weirdo from bumfuck nowhere and yes I will drive him and his little siblings around everywhere and yes I will kiss him tenderly and try to help him with his girl trouble and oh whoops! I have been roped into a government conspiracy I guess I will also drive my bff and his little brother and his brother's bestie who I am mad at on behalf of said brother because he's a little bitch who is breaking the kid's heart across the country because their sister is kidnapped by the government and we need to save the world or something. Truly amazing.

#argyle stranger things #jonathan byers #jargyle #they have definitely kissed oh so tenderly as only bros can #stranger things #finda's rambles

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share-the-damn-bed · 2 years

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JONATHAN BYERS & NANCY WHEELER | every type of kiss

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

#jancy #jonathan x nancy #stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #god the lighting in the scenes from the first two gifs will forever grate me #i love the forehead kiss for so many reasons one of which is that lighting is optimal for gif-ing #their first kiss is like the worst lighting ever

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lunar-years · 2 years

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

#actually I’ve thought of the something something.#it’s the way their hand holds - forehead touches - finger brushes - face cups are more romantic than if they’d kissed 500 times onscreen!#what is jancys love language and why is it physical touch?#jancy #otp: monster hunting #stranger things #Jonathan Byers #Nancy Wheeler

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musicalchaos07 · 9 days

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At least once while high Jonathan told Argyle that he wanted to shrink down so Nancy could carry him around everywhere

#and more importantly she absolutely would #“we could hide you in the basement like El”#if she had a mini Jonathan she'd just put him in her jacket pocket #and then get sad he's too small to kiss #she suffers #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler

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heartsgettingwiser62 · 1 year

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I just NEED a s5 scene where Jancy is talking about how dumb Mike and Will are being and how they could resolve their problems if they just talked, and then another scene where Byler is talking about how dumb Nancy and Jonathan are being and how they could resolve their problems if they just talked, none of them realizing that the things they're calling out could also apply to themselves

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emily-mooon · 8 months

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Jonathan Byers, circa 1983, listening to Violent Femmes debut album for the first time

#Jonathan would like their debut album for Kiss Off and later on Please Do Not Go and Good Feeling #this is a hill I will die on #if I see anyone make a stevee tiktok edit with any of the previously mentioned songs I will scream #cause those songs are not stevee they are Jonathan #also go listen to this album it’s really good and one of my faves and if you have the opportunity listen to it on vinyl #why? because it’s an experience #stranger things #jonathan byers #emily shitposts

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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confession au (stonathan)

“I’m in love with you.”

Jonathan freezes in the middle of flipping through photographs.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Steve says, because he hasn’t moved at all. Just a blank expression, like he’s still trying to register the words. “I’d actually prefer it if you didn’t. I just wanted you to know.”

“Steve…”

“Don’t.” I don’t want to hear your pity. “Please.”

Jonathan puts the pictures down and studies him. Whatever he finds in his face turns him soft, makes him look at Steve like he does in the mornings, sweet and sleepy-eyed on the pillow next to him. It hurts, knowing that he might have just given that up for good.

“Okay,” he says gently. “We don’t have to talk about it. But can I at least say it back?”

Steve blinks. “Oh. Umm, sure.”

“Okay.” Jonathan smiles at him. “I love you too.”

“Like, as a friend?” He asks tentatively.

“No.”

He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t, because Steve isn’t worth that. He’s still kind of an asshole, even when he tries not to be, and the shit he said to Jonathan all those years ago was downright unforgivable. Even if Jonathan got his retribution in a concussion and year after year of world-ending crises that never seem to stop. He’s bullshit, a scared little boy wrapped in a nail bat and bravado.

Steve opens his mouth to say all that, but the words get stuck in his throat.

“Oh,” he finally says. “Okay. Cool.”

Jonathan nods at him, warmth in his eyes, and goes back to his photos. Steve keeps sitting there like his world hasn’t flipped on its axis. Eventually he moves closer, starts pointing out things he likes in certain pictures. How happy Will looks in this one, how Dustin doesn’t wear that cap anymore after an unfortunate accident with some coke and mentos. Lucas’s old headband he doesn’t wear anymore. Mike actually smiling.

When he leaves, it’s with a photo pressed into his hand, of he and Jonathan during one of the first times they hung out together. It’s not a good picture, is the thing. Steve had taken it, had turned the camera around and told Jonathan to smile. Jonathan complained, said that wasn’t how a camera was supposed to be used, and that Steve was holding it wrong, and a million little other nitpicks. It came out blurry as hell. But he’d developed it. Had made multiple copies, and stored them in a shoebox to take them out with all the other memories.

In the picture, Steve isn’t even looking at the camera. He’s grinning at Jonathan, who's clearly bitching but still has a smile hinting around his mouth. They look happy.

“He what,” Robin practically shrieks.

“He said it back!” Steve yells back, waving his hands in the air. “Like he meant it!”

“And you didn’t kiss him?”

“No, I just…” he groans. “I said ‘Cool,’ like a fucking loser.”

“Wow,” she says. “Just. Wow.”

“I know.”

“What’s your plan now?”

He sighs. It must sound particularly despondent, because she crawls across the floor to give him a nudge. “I don’t know,” he tells her. “I guess we keep on doing what we’ve been doing.”

#confession au #stonathan #steve harrington #jonathan byers #brief robin buckley #requited pining #as in they know it's requited AND THEY'RE STILL PINING #stranger things fanfic #I think at some point Jonathan starts kissing him and Steve just accepts it #The boy I’m in love with and who’s in love with me kissing me? This might as well happen. I wish he was my boyfriend #Jonathan absolutely thinks he’s Steve’s boyfriend

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