Jonathan Byers

Jonathan Byers

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A New Beginning.

Study night | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

A/N: I'm sorry for not making progress on Titanic's AU and Psycho's AU, the second one is already finished, but I don't feel like posting it yet 🫠. In the meantime I bring this, which is smoother.

You're preparing for a math test, and your boyfriend can't help but want to help you, of course, but not before setting a couple of rules to make studying more "fun".

Warnings: Implication of smut, Fluff, and nothing else, as I said, it's very light.

Words: 494

I stared at Steve, my eyebrows drawing together between my brows in confusion.

"Are you sure? I could have sworn that was the right answer," I muttered, bringing my hand to the top buttons of my shirt.

"I'm sure," he nodded slightly, shifting his gaze from my hands to my face, "but don't worry, we can go back and study as many times as you want".

A soft smile formed on his face, his cheeks tinged a faint shade of pink. I nodded quickly, hoping I could learn the answers well and have a good grade for my exam tomorrow.

"Steve, you're so cute," I finished unbuttoning my shirt, setting it aside next to my pants and socks. "I don't know what I would do without you".

He shook his head, his smile quivering for an instant. I watched as he set the card aside and read the next question.

"How much is the square root of one divided in two?" He glanced sideways at me, his fingers fiddling with the tip of the card.

"Zero point five or one half," I waited patiently for him to give the final verdict, keeping an eye on his movements.

"Right, honey," he smiled big again, stretching his arms out toward me. "Come here".

I walked on my knees, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I was in my underwear, Steve wasn't; I was supposed to kiss him, but there was almost no fabric to rest my hands on.

"Steve," I circled his waist with my arms, watching him inch closer, "you don't need to do that if you don't feel comfortable".

He let out a laugh, slipping his arm around my back and holding my cheek with his other hand.

"You're so cute," he left a brief kiss on my nose, smiling hugely, "so much so that I feel guilty".

Before I could ask, he pressed our lips together, kissing me slowly. His thumb traced invisible circles on my cheek, while his other hand moved up my arm, tickling me.

"Steve, wait," I laughed, trying to keep his hand away so I wouldn't start a laughing fit.

He took that moment to deepen the kiss. The hand that had come up to my arm took my wrist gently, starting to lean closer and closer to me.

Almost instantly I felt the cool sheets bump against my back, Steve's hands holding mine on either side of my head.

"Steve," I murmured, tilting my head to the side so I could kiss him more easily, "we have to study".

"Mhm," repeated short kisses began to spread across my lips, combined with light giggles from either of us. "The best way to study is to put it into practice, honey".

"I have to study math, not biology," I laughed, watching as he pulled away long enough to see my face.

"Everything in this life has math," a mischievous grin formed on his face, "Do you want me to prove it to you?".

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If anyone here knows the safe word, please tell me 🥲

I'd like to make a angst/fluff/SFW/NSFW/Wedding alphabet about the guys (including Billy and Robin, I haven't posted anything about them lmao), although I'm not sure who to start with, maybe I'll make a roulette and let chance decide.

I'm also not sure whether to go all out and do drabbles about each letter or just do it all together 🥲.

hey lovely! i just recently discovered your blog and O M G i CANT get enough!!! your writing is absolutely amazing!

i had a steve x reader request of you were taking them?

what if Y/N was the one being cursed by Vecna?

If this were our last night | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

A/N: Thank you so much, your words mean a lot to me 🥺 I'm glad you like what I do as much as I like to do it 💕. I hope you like it 🥰.

It's 1986 at Hawkins, the first year they thought everything to do with upside down was over. At least it was until the Chrissy Cunningham incident. The investigation at the hands of the teens soon began, bringing to light Hawkins' darkest secrets and, in the process, Y/N's troubled past.

Words: 638.

How long had it been since they had first gotten into all this upside down and shit? You were aware it was somewhere between three or four years, but you could have sworn it had been decades.

In '83 Will had happened, in '84 the demodogs came to Hawkins and Will had gone into some kind of weird trance that you didn't want to see in person, in '85 a giant spider formed out of human flesh and Billy died, but that was supposed to be the end, wasn't it?

Well, apparently it wasn't.

Now it was 1986, and fucking Dustin Henderson walked into your boyfriend's work screaming that it was very likely that shit had come back. Now it was 1986, and all indications were that you were directly related to all that shit.

How fucked up life could be when it put its mind to it.

"Honey?" Steve grabbed your shoulder gently, his brow furrowing slightly "is everything okay?"

You nodded, your gaze fixed on the school counselor's folders, more specifically on the patients' symptoms, on Chrissy's symptoms.

"Yes" you nodded again, fear beginning to cause your chest to tighten until you couldn't breathe "I am, I'm just a little...surprised."

Steve grimaced. He wasn't convinced, you knew that, but you didn't want to tell him the truth either, you didn't want to worry him any more than you had to, not when it could be a simple coincidence.

Just then a bell rang in your head. A shiver ran down your spine, the fear growing more and more. You closed your eyes for a second, just for a second, but the moment you opened them the whole atmosphere had changed.

Something vine-like was hanging everywhere, stuck on the walls and on the floor. Tiny particles of what you expected to be dust were floating all over the place and it was so dark you could barely see where you were stepping.

The second bell rang again as you left the room. You walked slowly down the hallway, stopping only when you had that clock in front of you.

It was attached to the wall, covered by those strange, disgusting vines. The glass was slightly shattered, but the hands and pendulum still worked.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

The third chime sounded, but this time, when you opened your eyes, it was no longer in front of you. The wall was empty, and large hands rested on your shoulders, shaking you slightly.

"Hey, pretty, what's wrong, why weren't you answering?" Steve's concern echoed in every word.

"I..." a sneaky little tear slipped down your cheek, remembering everything that had happened the last few days.

The headaches, the nosebleeds, the nightmares about the crash, the watch, your father.

"'You' what?" Dustin insisted, staring at you.

"I think he's coming for me" you whispered, your voice trembling, covering yourself with your arms, trying to lighten the burden you were beginning to feel.

"What?" you looked at Steve. He looked almost as scared as you did. His eyes were narrowed slightly, his eyebrows were drawn together between his brows and his jaw was clenched so tight you could hear his teeth grinding.

Suddenly, without your expecting it, Steve took your hand and started walking briskly to the exit of Hawkins High School, the kids following as fast as they could.

"Steve? What are you doing?" you muttered, shaking your head slightly.

"We can't just stand here and wait for whatever this thing is to come after you" he growled under his breath "I don't plan on letting it take you, not you" his face softened a little, letting you see the fear in his eyes, "I'll do whatever is in my power not to lose you, even if it means having to come face to face with the whole damn upside down."

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The price of love III | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: This is only fiction, it would be strange for anyone to take it to heart, but to avoid any misunderstanding, please do not take this seriously.

a/n: This is the final part :D sorry it took me so long, I have no excuses, I literally have it done since before I posted the first part lmao. If for some reason you read this and also have been reading Steve's series based on Titanic, I plan on watching the movie soon so I can move on <3.

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No one said a word. You could feel the tension in their bodies and the terror on their faces. Things were going to come out, and they would soon.

Y/N knew it could come to pass, but she hadn't planned for it to be so soon. She began to see possibilities and ways to try to hide it or camouflage her intentions, or at least that's what she thought she wanted.

A slightly strange idea crossed her mind, it would be risky, but if it worked then the four of them would have their 'tasks' much easier.

"We were chopping wood for the stove," she muttered, looking at the floor, "I forgot to bring the axe, so Alex offered to do it with the machete".

Eddie relaxed his shoulders, letting out a puff of air, moving closer to Alex. On the other hand, Steve kept his skeptical gaze on Y/N, he knew something was wrong.

"And why were you crying, did you cut yourself?" He began to check her body quickly, frowning with concern.

"It's just..." she sighed, looking at Alex with teary eyes. "Alex said you'd come here together to sell," she leaned her head on Steve's chest, sobbing, "and while we were chopping wood we heard the sirens of the patrol cars and thought they might come for you two" she lowered her voice, hugging Steve tightly. "We were so afraid something bad might happen to you."

Alex, still confused about what was going on, just opted to nod her head automatically, staring at Y/N, how could she lie so well and make it look so real?

"I know a place we could go, it's very close and I doubt the police will go there," she grabbed Steve's hand, pulling him gently.

None of the people present asked questions, after all it was Y/N, she would never hurt them, would she?

They didn't have much time to ask questions, the place was seriously quite close. The five of them stopped in front of the rickety old wooden house. Y/N pulled out a key and unlocked the door, letting everyone in.

Once inside, the atmosphere changed in a frightening way. None of them knew what was going on, but the place was full of fonts, documents and colored index cards, it was as if it were a police station or a private detective's department.

"I'm sorry, I think I'd better go, I have to go to work and..." Peter stopped when he noticed that the front door would not open. He tried to struggle with all his strength, but there was no point, they were locked in.

"You don't have a job, Peter," Y/N muttered, changing her expression to one of total seriousness, "did you forget that your boss fired you for discovering that you were sleeping with his daughter?"

"How do you know that?" He stepped back in fright, bumping into the door. "Why can't I go out?"

"It only opens from the outside," she smiled, approaching him slowly, feeling the looks of confusion and surprise directly on her back, "the only way out is if you have the key, it's that or die."

Peter's throat went dry, he looked in horror at everyone, noticing that they were almost as shocked as he was. Y/N stepped around Peter, stopping behind him and pulling his hair tightly.

"You know? It's funny, I always thought this thing we were doing would be a secret," she smiled, pulling the small pouch out of her pocket and pouring the powder into Peter's mouth. "But on second thought, why lie to each other when we can help each other?"

He dropped Peter's dying body, who sooner rather than later began foaming at the mouth. Y/N stepped over his body, staring at the three teenagers she knew so well. None of them knew what to say.

"Did you know?" Eddie muttered, watching Peter take his last breath.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? I knew you were trying to manipulate me to get information out of Alex, just as I knew that all those girls disappearing overnight weren't the work of some lunatic man," she looked at Alex sideways, resting her head on her hand, "you're no slouch yourself, honey, I'm surprised you thought I was dumb enough to think that bat has been bloody since '84."

She let out a laugh that echoed through the four walls, the four of them still silent, looking at each other.

"I knew it from the beginning, I've been watching everything from afar, secretly helping you clean up the evidence," her expression quickly darkened. "I've been patiently waiting for a moment when everyone would open their eyes to something so obvious, although of course, I never thought about the possibility of teaming up," she got down from the table, approaching Steve and wrapping her arms around his neck. "After all, the four of us have the same goal," she smiled warmly, fixing Steve's hair carefully, "to protect the one we love the most."

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