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honeysuckleharringtons · 6 months

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"In Your Dreams" ~ J. Byers

Summary: When Reader is having a hard time with her Halloween makeup, she uses Jonathan as her canvas to practice.

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 634

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, mild horror movie talk (Freddy Krueger is mentioned a couple times), lmk if i misses anything!

Extra Notes: this reads a lil bit like they're in high school but i promise that wasn't my intention lol! no established ages so Reader and Jonathan can be 18+ if you so wish, or not if you'd rather they be younger than 18 lol

Originally Written: 10/26/2023 through 10/27/2023

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"Hold still," you complained, eyeliner pencil in hand.

Jonathan grumbled, though a smile never ceased from his lips. "I am holding still!" he rebutted. "I'm just scared you're gonna take out my eye with that thing."

This started about twenty minutes prior, when you were telling him how nervous you were about your Halloween costume. The two of you had settled that you would go as Freddy Krueger and he'd go as Glen, but the prospect of all that makeup seemed a bit daunting to you after you'd agreed.

Thus, you found yourselves lying on the floor of your bedroom, eyeshadow palettes and lipstick tubes spread about as you practiced the makeup on Jonathan. He'd been ever the sweetheart about the ordeal, simply letting you paint his face however you'd like.

"You'd never make it as a woman," you argued, going back in with the eyeliner.

Jonathan ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I don't know why you're so stressed about this. I mean, isn't Halloween supposed to be fun? Isn't this stress taking the fun out of it for you?"

You countered his statement with a look of exasperation. "Of course you get to say that. All you do is have to throw on some sweatpants and an old tee shirt and call it a night. I have the hard job."

He sensed your frustration, a loving hand meeting your knee as he flashed you a sideways smile. "Sweetheart, it's just a Halloween costume. You don't have to freak out about the whole thing. I just want you to have fun."

Your heart swelled with adoration for the boy in front of you, a million butterflies fluttering around in your belly at his kind words. "I know, and I appreciate that. But it's our first Halloween as a couple, Jon. And I really want to see the look on Carol's face when we beat her and Tommy at the couples costume contest."

A light snicker tumbled out of him as he pulled you closer, his hands settling on either side of your face. "And you will. Because you have one thing that Carol doesn't."

"A brain?" you laughed. Your eyes met his, a thousand hidden emotions swirling around in those chocolate brown eyes you loved so much.

"Okay, two things," Jonathan chuckled. "A brain, and the fact that you're already gonna be the prettiest girl at the party, with or without makeup."

The butterflies somehow increased tenfold as your lips met his, chapped skin against chapped skin that was somehow your favorite feeling in the world. The bergamot scent of his cologne filled your senses as he pulled you close, tugging your body down with his as he fell back on the carpet. The action elicited a giggle from you, tumbling out of your mouth and into his.

Finally, you pulled away, looking down at him with slight confusion. "What are you up to, Byers?"

"Nothing. Can't a guy compliment his girl?" he asked, faking innocence.

Your eyes narrowed in on him. "You keep acting like this, and you'll be doing a lot more than complimenting me."

"Maybe," Jonathan pulled you down for a short peck, "that's the point."

Your bubble of bliss was popped by a knock on your door, followed by your mother insisting that it was time for bed. You scrambled up from the floor, pulling Jonathan with you and rushing him toward the window where he'd climbed in earlier.

"Good night, Freddy," he joked, leaning in for one last kiss.

"Oh, it will be. I'll see you later… in your dreams," you joked, wiggling your fingers at him to emphasize the spookiness of your words.

The boy simply snickered as he began to make his way out of your bedroom window. "I look forward to it, then."

taking this time to make a formal apology for posting so late in the day lol! it was never my intention to not post today (since it's now after midnight here lol) but the day got away from me and i never found time to edit and post until now lol! hope you guys are well and enjoying all the fics so far! 🫶🏻

-> taglist: @ducky-died-inside @aftermidnightwriting @esoltis280

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strangestdrabbles · 2 years

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Follow My Voice Home

A/N: so writing this was so much fun,, i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it,, this was a wild ride, also thank you so much for the request i hope i did it justice

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Y/N didn’t know that she was in trouble until it was too late.

One moment she was in the cemetery, standing as Max sat in front of Billy’s grave stone, reading a letter and then the next while turning, she was standing in a decaying isolation; terrified of what was unseen around her.

“Steve?! Max! Dustin! Lucas?! Anyone?”

The echoing sound of laughter and ticking surrounded her as she stood, not noticing a tear run down her cheek until she sniffled, feeling a few more fall after.

“Y/N.”

Then a chuckle filled the echoing silence, causing Y/N to quickly turn again and try and pinpoint the direction.

“Oh Y/N I’ve been waiting for you.”

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“Y/N! Y/N! Come back to m- us. Y/N!” Steve yelled, softly shaking her for a moment before looking at the trio with worry.

“Y/N please I need you here. Please Y/N listen to my voice and come back to me. Y/N please.”

Y/N’s eyes were glazed over until they were white as she stood there in front of the grave; Lucas, Max and Dustin meeting fearful eyes and Steve looked at Y/N, trying to think of a way to bring her back to them. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently shook her but it was as if a force had her and didn’t want to let her go.

“Steve come on help her.”

Steve turned to look at Dustin with exasperation, an ache thrumming in his chest painfully while trying everything in his power to bring her back.

“What do you want me to do? Honestly Dustin.”

Y/N’s body became more rigid while the weather became more cloudy and overcast.

“We need to do something now.”

All they could think to do was yell her name, trying to break through but it didn’t seem to be working.

‘Please let there be something we can do.” Steve thought, running a hand through his hair as his eyes glazed over.

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Y/N yelled out for Steve, fear thrumming through her body as she looked around, the screeching making her jump.

“Steve! Steve!”

The darkness felt like it was latching on to her, gripping onto her with talons that were sharp enough to pierce her flesh. It felt like she couldn’t move as the laughter and voices seemed to get closer and encapsulate her.

“Oh Y/N, I’ve been waiting to hear those words. Waiting so very long.”

Hearing Billy’s voice and watching him walk closer caused Y/N’s blood to run cold, fear keeping her rooted to the ground.

“But it wasn’t the full truth was it?”

Billy was in front of her then, the tears running down her face not stopping as he brought his hand up and wiped her cheek.

“You know I really think there is a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day. That was maybe even relieved…”

There was a pause as Y/N’s breath stuttered, her head starting to shake.

“Happy?”

“N-No Billy. That isn’t true.”

That’s why you all stood there isn’t it? That’s okay, you can admit it now. No more lies. No more hiding.”

“No Billy that isn’t true. I-I swear.”

Y/N couldn’t stop crying, stepping back as Billy moved forward, not registering the cold of the mist.

“That’s why you feel such guilt. Why you hide from your friends. Why you hide from the world.”

“N-No. No.”

The malicious nature was making the fear too overwhelming but Y/N tried to focus, tried even in a small way to escape but she couldn’t.

“And why late at night you have sometimes wished to follow me. Follow me into death.”

“No I don’t. No. No.”

“That is why I am here Y/N, to end your suffering. Once and for all.”

It was then that Y/N tripped, falling backwards and hitting the ground with a groan before looking up and seeing him.

Vecna.

A terror unlike anything she had ever experienced overcame her, taking the air from her lungs and leaving her body shaking.

“It is time Y/N.”

Stuttering breaths left her lips as she looked up at the menacing figure, wanting more than anything to be back with Dustin, Lucas, Max but most of all Steve.

“It is time for you to join me.”

Then Y/N felt it, a surge of adrenaline course through her, and she was up and running away from Vecna and through the fog. Everything looked the same, covered in mist, fog and decay but that didn’t stop her from running and trying to find a way out; and then she saw it, a red mist a ways away.

It was as if it was calling to her so she followed, making it before walking through the haze, feeling more curious than fearful.

After making it out the otherside, Y/N looked around to see a dilapidated house and spike like structures protruding from the ground; which caused Y/N to gasp and step back when she saw that entombed in those pikes were the people that had been tragically killed before.

“Would you like to join them?”

Words escaped Y/N after Vecna posed the question, starting to run again as he walked towards her, but before she could get very far a vine wrapped around her ankle and pulled her down.

A scream ripped from her throat as she was pulled back, clawing at the ground for a foothold but nothing worked. Before she knew it her back was against a hard surface with her wrists being restrained before a tentacle was wrapped tightly around her neck.

‘This is it,’ Y/N thought, ‘this is how I die.’

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“What’s Y/N’s favourite song?” Lucas asked, looking at Steve expectantly, followed by Dustin and Max.

“U-Uh um oh Running Up That Hill.”

Max dumped out her tapes and the group flicked through them, trying to find the specific tape while their hands were shaking and the fear of not being able to save Y/N loomed over them.

“Here it is. Here.”

Steve organised getting the tape into the tape deck and getting ready to hit play while Max situated the headphones on Y/N head before Dustin yelled.

“Now!”

Then the music began.

‘If I only could…’

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Y/N struggled against the restraints, trying to find a way to breath through the quickly lessing circulation but it was becoming increasingly more difficult as the tentacles were tightening every time Y/N struggled.

Vecna stepped closer to them, blocking any way out before the sound of music cut through and a window to the others opened; the sound of the group yelling her name clear through the swirling.

“They can’t help you Y/N.” Vecna began, turning away from the light back to Y/N.

“There’s a reason you hide from them.”

The tentacle slithered and tightened around Y/N, the feeling making her stomach turn while she tried to calm her limited breathing.

“You belong here with me.”

As Vecna spoke Y/N gasped and could feel the air leaving her lungs before coughing.

“You’re not… really here.” Y/N said, her voice not showing the fear that was thrumming through her.

“Oh but I am… Y/N. I am.”

The music surrounded the pair, the sound of Kate Bush singing was what Y/N focused on to make it through as Vecna lifted his hand and brought his claw like fingers up to her face, causing her to close her eyes.

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“If I only could, make a deal with God and get him to swap our places…”

As the chorus played, Y/N began to levitate, the group stepping back in fear, calling out her name to try and break through. She didn’t stop rising until she was hovering above their heads, eyes to the sky and perfectly still.

“Y/N! Y/N! Please come down. Please. I need you here. Y/N!”

‘Please,’ Steve thought, ‘please come back to us Y/N. Please fight.’

+++

Vecna’s hand got closer to Y/N’s face, her eyes wide with fear but the window through kept her focus as well as the song playing. All she could think was that she had to do anything and everything to try and make it back.

“Y/N you know I’m always going to be here right. I care about you so much.”

Memories with Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and the kids flashed through Y/N’s mind, a happiness that couldn’t be described or contained filled her as tears left the corners of her eyes. The flashes of days spent with friends, of driving the kids around with the music turned up full volume, the trick or treating, the movie nights, the almost hand holding with Steve, going to the arcade with Steve and the rest of the gang. Y/N closed her eyes because the memories were what she wanted to see, like a movie playing behind her eyelids, all the happiest moments of her life flashing before her.

It was then that the memories flashed faster, causing Y/N to open her eyes before she got her right hand lose, bringing it up to Vecna’s neck, stabbing and moving her hand towards herself; falling quickly after once the tentacles lost their grip. All she focused on was the window, still hearing the music as well as the screams from the group of her name, knowing that she had to get through before Vecna could catch up and capture her again.

Y/N was on her feet quickly before starting to run, trying to navigate the unfamiliar terrain while remaining steady and upright. It was then that she looked back momentarily before forward again, missing Vecna clench his fingers into a fist before a slab of rock fell, causing Y/N to collapse, scrambling to get up before pumping her legs and arms to run again; as fast as her legs would allow.

More rocks fell and the ground shook but even though Y/N stumbled she didn’t fall, the window was all she was focusing on; trying not to think about what would happen if she didn’t make it through. She was caked in mud, dirt and mess as she got closer and closer; Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max’s voices much more clear as Y/N got closer, things falling around her but she didn’t notice, not allowing anything to get in the way of getting out of then red place.

Y/N yelled as they made it but then everything went pitch black, a moment of complete nothingness before she was back in her body.

She gasped loudly before she fell to the ground, her legs giving out from under her and Steve rushed over. He sat behind Y/N and pulled her close as she gasped, trying to fill her lungs with air and expel the fear that was clinging to her and refusing to let go.

Y/N grabbed onto Steve’s arm to make sure he was behind her, moving closer until there was no room between them; not wanting to move because what if this turned out to be fake and an illusion; she couldn’t take that chance.

“Y/N, Y/N I thought we lost you. I thought I lost you.”

Steve’s voice sounded panicked and terrified, Y/N grabbing onto his arm tighter to let him know she was there with him. She was there.

“I-I’m still.. I-I’m still here.”

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 7 months

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Dating Jonathan Byers would include...

Him holding your face as you talk,

him taking pictures of you,

quiet nights at home,

Listening to music together,

Helping look after Will,

writing letters to each other,

Late night phone calls,

Him being too shy to make the first move,

Constantly trying to get him to dress up for Halloween,

Helping him cook,

Supporting him when things are going wrong,

Him giving you rides,

long passionate kisses,

incredibly shy first date,

study dates,

Standing up for Will when people pick on him,

Bonding with Joyce,

Making out in the dark room,

him sleeping on the floor the first time he stays over,

him getting very jealous,

arguments where your both too stubborn to admit you're wrong,

him getting flustered the first time he says he loves you,

bad flirting,

watching old black and white movies together,

falling asleep on his shoulder,

And waking up to find him still sat the same worried that he'd wake you,

quiet walks in the woods,

going with him while he takes pictures,

playing with his hair,

sleeping in his shirt.

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nancys4gf · 2 years

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knowing me, knowing you | steve harrington, jonathan byers

— knowing me, knowing you, there is nothing we can do. knowing me, knowing you, we just have to face it, this time we're through. Abba, Knowing Me, Knowing You.

summary: you get cursed by vecna, but your boyfriend doesn’t know your favorite song. someone else saves you instead.

pairing: steve harrington x female reader | jonathan byers x female reader

warnings: angst

note: i couldn't sleep and i kept thinking of jonathan being painfully in love with his best friend, so i wrote this to break my own heart. also, the reader's favorite song implies something about the story 👀 and there's a little ambiguity about the interpretation of the last scene. maybe i'll write a part two?? idk. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!!

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“stay with me, please, stay with me,” steve urged, shaking your shoulders, wanting nothing more than the color to come back to your eyes, now white and rolled back into your head.

“what’s her favorite song?” dustin shouted. “steve, what’s her favorite song?!”

“i don’t–” steve screamed back, exasperated. “i don’t know!”

“think!” robin chimed in.

but he couldn’t. the only thing he could do was shake you and scream for you to wake up, even though he knew it was no use at all. he looked at his friends, a silent plea in his desperate, wide eyes.

“i don’t…”

“knowing me, knowing you. abba.” it was jonathan who spoke.

“are you sure?” steve demanded.

“i’m sure.” jonathan snapped. “she always used to dance to it with her mom when she was a kid.”

steve nodded frantically, but it was dustin and lucas who started searching through the different tapes, while max screamed at them to hurry up.

“here!” lucas cried out, and jonathan put the headphones in your ears.

right after abba started playing, you suddenly got off the ground, hovering in the air with open arms. all of your friends backed away in horror, but jonathan couldn’t move, only being able to scream your name.

“no, no, please,” steve cried from the ground. “come back to me, come back.”

seeing you up there, hanging in the air as if your body was merely a lifeless doll that looked too much like you, but wasn’t really you, jonathan byers had never felt more scared.

you couldn’t leave him. not when you still hadn’t formed your crappy band with a crappy name and crappy songs. not when he still hadn’t taken pictures of you graduating, on your first day of college, getting your first apartment. not when he still had so many things to say to you.

jonathan knew you were loved by many. he saw it in your friends' terrified faces, who would do anything in their power to save you. and he knew you deserved all of that and more. but recognizing his own raw pain in steve harrington’s screams and in the way he prayed for your life, made jonathan feel venomous.

he didn’t even know your favorite song. or the reason why it was so special to you. he was sure steve didn’t know the way you liked to eat your ice cream (mixed-up until it was almost melted, and then with cereal on top). nor your favorite poem, which he had once memorized for your birthday, and still couldn’t forget.

he knew steve loved you. but jonathan also knew he loved you better.

abba was playing as if from far, far away, when you opened your eyes and fell to the ground, gasping for air. steve already had his arms wrapped around you when jonathan got to your side.

“i’ve got you." he heard steve whisper in your ear, over and over again as he cradled you, hugging and touching every part of you he could reach.

jonathan held on tight to your shaking hand, wrapping it up with both his hands so you knew he was there. so you knew he would always be there.

your voice was weak and broken as you muttered, “don’t let go.”

“never.” steve replied, planting a kiss on your forehead. “never.”

jonathan was used to the ever-present ache in his chest when he saw you with him. but the way you had begged steve not to let go, with pure fear and love in your voice, destroyed him. you were looking for solace and protection in someone that wasn’t him. someone that would never be him.

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hornyhornyhimbos · 5 months

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Welcome To: hornyhornyhimbos' smutmas celebration

Happy Ho(e)lidays to my favorite people!! I hope you're all doing very very well. I know I am, and it's because I'm so excited to tell you guys about this lil event!

So, to preface, this is very heavily inspired by @lovebugism's various seasonal events! You can check out the latest one here and show her some love! 🫶🏻

All rules and such are going to be listed below so keep reading if you wanna find out all about my lil Smutmas Celebration 🥰

The Rules:

As always, the rules for this blog are listed on my pinned post, so please be sure to check here before you put in a request!

Other than my boundaries, the only absolute rule to this challenge is that your requests must be Christmas-themed. 🎄💚

Things I'll Write:

This is gonna be divided into a couple different sections for you guys, for easy navigation and inspiration for your requests!

a list of au's/themes i will write:

Celebrity!AU

Parents!AU

Royalty!AU

Vampire!AU

Modern!AU (for Stranger Things muses)

Inexperienced!Reader or Inexperienced!Muse

Older!Muse

Friends/Enemies with Benefits

Other AUs may be available upon request! These were just the ones I thought up lol.

previously written themes i will do spin-offs for:

Cowboy!Steve Harrington

Inexperienced!Eddie Munson

Rockstar!Eddie Munson

Vampire!Eddie Munson

Sugar Daddy!Spencer Reid

Bucket List!Spencer Reid

if you guys need any further inspiration, here are some lists of prompts and kinks to choose from!

'Christmas, But Make It Sexy' prompts

'Smut-ful Holiday' prompts

'Tis the Season for Smut' prompts

'69 Kinks' prompts

There also a couple of prompt lists linked on my pinned post if you guys would like to check those out as well!

smutmas artwork: made by me!

candy cane dividers: @silkholland

christmas support banners: @saradika

-> tagging some mutuals if anyone would like to spread the word!

@dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @reidsbookclub @writer-in-theory @serenity-lattes @foxy-eva @reidselle @battymunson @reputationmunson @reidsbtch

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inviswounds · 2 years

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Photos From Home - Jonathan Byers

18+ ONLY. (BY CLICKING KEEP READING, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING EXPLICIT CONTENT.)

WARNINGS: fluff, SMUT, awkwardness, adult themes, kissing, swearing, inappropriate language.

SUMMARY: After your first run-in with Jonathan Byers in the darkroom (Inside A Photograph),

A/N: Hi! Someone requested part 2 of 'Inside A Photograph' on Tumblr, So I'm posting it here as well. (Bold & Italic are flashbacks/memories.)

CHARACTERS: Jonathan Byers.

Your POV:

Once again, you found yourself in the darkroom at your school, processing photographs. Ever since you had that run-in with Jonathan, you had been using it more and more, hoping to run into him again. Sometimes he did, and the two of you would help each other or talk about the photos you took. The more and more you hung around him, the more he was growing on you. Not that you had anything against him anyways. You just would never have guessed you'd be wanting to spend more time with Jonathan Byers. He was the shy kid. The awkward kid. But then again, so were you.

As more time passed, you slowly start to fell for Jonathan. You and him were both kind of awkward, which made things impossible when trying to talk about your feelings. Jonathan was never going to make a move, but neither were you. Yesterday, on your way out of the school, he stopped you.

A familiar voice faintly ran through your ears from behind you. You turned with your eyebrows raised before locking eyes with Jonathan. He was walking quickly, camera in hand, and stopped once he reached you.

"Y/N, hey, uh," He stuttered, panting slightly. He gulped before continuing, "I uh– I took some pretty cool photos," He paused. Your lack of response forced more words out of him as he tried to fill the void, "..If you maybe wanted to see them."

"Oh, yeah, sure." You replied, smiling back at the boy. He was clearly nervous. No matter how many times he spoke to you or how many times you two hung out, he was always nervous around you. The two of you moved aside, trying not to block the path for the other students as he showed you some of his photographs through the small screen on his camera. Jonathan's eyes stayed focused on you as he tried to read your face. He wanted to impress you.

"Wow, these are so cool." You complimented. His shoulders fell as the nervousness eased away, leaving him smiling back at you.

"You think?" He said, looking at the screen. You nodded, turning to face him with a smile. "Hey, um, did you maybe want to help me process these?" He asked. He knew you would say yes, you always did, but he still worried about your response every time. You bit your lip through your smile.

"Yeah, sure, of course." You replied, nodding once more.

"Cool." He added. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment, letting the distant sounds of the other students fill the empty space. Jonathan's lips parted as if to say something, but he quickly stopped himself. He looked down, clearing his throat with furrowed brows. "I gotta take Will home, but uh, maybe we could meet tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, sure," You said. He quickly turned to head to his car. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you watched him walk away.

And now it was tomorrow. You woke up 1 hour before you usually did, giving you half an hour to get ready, 10 minutes for breakfast, and 20 minutes for the walk to school. You cursed Jonathan for choosing the early morning to do this. You grabbed your notebook from your desk, slipping it into your bag, as you hurried out of your room and headed for the front door. The 20 minutes it would take for you to walk to school every day wasn't very long but it gave you enough time to think. Every day as you walked, you'd think of your plan for the day ahead. You'd think about whatever classes you had and the people you'd have to interact with. You thought about which periods you got to sit with a friend and which periods you had to sit next to some sweaty basketball player or a role-playing freak that wasn't really a freak. But today, instead of thinking about the day ahead, you thought solely about Jonathan.

self-deprecating thoughts intruded your mind, flooding it with the worse possible outcomes you could think of. What if he thinks I'm weird? What if he thinks I suck at photography? What if he thinks I smell? You lifted your arm to spell yourself, just checking. Though you only ever spelt of freshly picked flowers and soap, you still doubted yourself. Why was what Jonathan thought tormenting you? Why did you care so much about his opinion? You had never stressed about hanging out with him before. Why did it suddenly feel so much different?

Before your brain could torment you further, you realised you had reached the school. You noticed Jonathan's parked car in the lot. He was already here. You quickly made your way toward the darkroom. As you reached the door, you looked up at the light. It wasn't red which meant you were allowed to come in. You gently turned the doorknob and pushed.

The bright light coming from the door started Jonathan as he lifted his hands to cover his eyes. "Jeez, that's bright." He winced.

"Sorry!" You replied, quickly shutting the door behind you. As you let your eyes adjust to the dark room, you noticed Jonathan had already started processing his photographs. "Hey." You smiled as you dropped your bag to the floor.

"Hey," He responded, not moving his attention from the photograph he was working on.

"Whatcha got there?" You asked, moving closer to take a look. He flung around and pushed his body back against the table, trying to shield your eyes from the photograph. "Woah, okay, jeez."

"No, no, it's– I just–" He stuttered, he turned to look at the photo before moving aside. "It's not finished." You looked down into the tray as you stepped closer. A photograph of you sat inside the chemical-filled tray. You blinked, parting your lips and staring blankly at the photo of you. In the photo, you were casually taking a picture of something in the distance, and Jonathan used it as an opportunity to capture one of you.

Jonathan looked at you, watching as your lips curled into a soft smile. You had always been the one to take the photos. No one had ever taken one of you.

"It's good, isn't it?" He said, breaking the silence. You chuckled and turned to face him.

"Oh, yeah, it's a great one," You said sarcastically, smiling. "A once in a lifetime."

"It's only good because you're in it." He said, moving to slide the picture from the tray. "It's my favourite one." Your sarcastic smile faded as you stared at him, your eyelashes blinking rapidly. "It just feels real."

"Real?" You repeated softly, almost like a whisper.

"Yeah," He continued, lifting the photograph and hanging it on the line above to dry. "It's one of those photos that makes you feel something." He didn't look at you, he continued to stare at the picture. "Like, when I look at this, I can feel it." Though his eyes fought to not meet yours, your gaze stayed focused on him. You gulped as you listened to him. "I can feel that day again, I can feel what I felt when I took it."

"What does it feel like?" You interrupted, your voice still soft and quiet. His lips parted as he turned to face you. You stood only inches apart, staring into each other's eyes.

"Like home." He replied, his dark brown eyes flickering between yours and your lips. The silence that wrapped around the both of you filled the air with tension, neither of you daring to make a move. Jonathan fought the urge to break the distance between the two of you, afraid of what would happen if he did.

A small sigh that escape his lips, pulled him back to reality but before he could step back or move away, you lifted yourself to your tiptoes and collided your lips with his. He froze, clearly in shock, before he began kissing back. The two of you kissed slowly as his hands found their way to your hips. He pulled you in closer, gripping at your waist and deepening the kiss. Your bodies pressed against one another heatedly, fuelling the passion and desire you both shared as your lips tangled with each other.

The kiss grew faster and more passionate causing you to stumble backwards; the desk behind you catching you. Your hands moved to hold his face, trying to pull him closer to you as you fell from your tiptoes. His hands slid up and down your waist before reaching behind to hold your backside as he lifted you up. You gasped as he lifted you onto the desk, pulling away for a moment.

"Is this okay?" He panted. His pink lips were swollen and had clearly been touched by your lip gloss. You could only imagine what yours looked like. You nodded in response before attaching your lips back on his, grabbing a hold of his face once more. As your hands fell to grasp his shirt, his hands fell to pull on yours. He gently pulled it over your head, tossing it over his shoulder. He leaned in, wanting the taste of your lips again, but you moved back. You tugged at his shirt, signalling you wanted it off, and he obliged. He ripped it over his shoulders and threw it behind him before his hands found your waist again and his lips met with yours.

As his hands roamed your body, you moaned into the kiss. He kissed down your chest, moving quickly towards the top of your pants before hooking his fingers inside of them and pulling them down slowly. Your fingers entwined in his hair as your head fell back, moaning. He grazed his fingertips up your bare thighs and towards your aching core.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, looking down at your body. You nodded desperately.

"Please." You breathed. You watched as his hands slowly moved towards your heat, desperate for his touch, and you gasped once you felt him touch you gently through your panties. His hands glided over your pussy. His lips parted with a quiet moan as he felt your wetness. He kissed you gently as he slowly rubbed circles on your clit. You moaned and gasped, pulling away from the kiss to throw your head back in pleasure. His other hand gently moved to cup the back of your head, pulling your face back towards him and attaching both of your mouths again. His fingers slipped underneath your panties and circled your entrance. "Please." You gasped, begging for his touch. Your eyes fell shut as you moved your hips against his fingers.

Suddenly, you felt his finger pushing against your entrance and you gasped once you felt him push them inside. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, trying to keep yourself stable as you moaned in pleasure. He began to slowly kiss down your neck, sucking on the spot that made you moan the most.

"J-Jonathan, don't leave marks." You giggled softly, through your moans of pleasure. He didn't answer, he only chuckled in response before attaching his lips back onto the same spot and sucking. His fingers began to speed up as he thrust them inside of you, making you whine and moan. Your hips moved against his fingers, begging for more. "Jonathan," You whined, bucking your hips.

"What? Are you okay?" He asked, pulling his mouth away from you with concern covering his face.

"Please, I need you." You moaned, biting your lip to try and keep them quiet. His fingers got faster and you could feel the knot inside your stomach building. "Please! I need you inside of me!" You moaned, wrapping your hands in his hair. His mouth opened in pleasure as he watched your face contort.

"Cum for me first." He whispered, not daring to take his eyes off of you. You whimpered at his words, not expecting the sudden confidence from him. His hand moved to rub your clit while his other thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you squirm and gasp as the pleasure built. "Cum for me, Y/N, please," He begged, kissing down your neck once more.

With that, you felt the pressure build and build until you couldn't hold back anymore and you gasped as you came on his fingers. He kept thrusting through your orgasm, wrapping his other hand around your waist to keep you still as your hips wiggled trying to get away from the pleasure.

"J-Jonathan!" You screamed, pulling at his hair. Your eyes rolled back as your head fell and your mouth gaped open silently. Your legs shook as you squirmed. He slowed his fingers as you calmed down, allowing you to catch your breath through your moans. "Oh my god." You breathed, looking back at him. He bit his lip as he looked at you before removing his fingers from you.

"Do you still- uh-" He stammered,

"Yes, Jonathan, please." You whimpered, moving your hands down to wrap around his neck. You pulled him in and attached your lips, moaning into the kiss. His face flushed red at your words. He never expected you to want him, let alone be underneath him right now. He pulled away from you as he quickly pulled his jeans down, tripping over himself slightly. You giggled softly as you watched him struggle. He looked up at you with a smile.

"What's so funny?" He laughed, pulling his jeans fully off. He moved towards you, standing between your legs again and holding your waist.

"Nothing," You said softly, placing your hands on his face and pulling his lips onto yours. He moaned into the kiss as his hands grazed over your body before slowly making their way to your panties. He pulled them down, throwing them to the floor, before doing the same with his boxers. Suddenly, he jerked himself back.

"Oh shit," He breathed. He tapped your waist gently before rushing to his bag.

"What are you–" You started, but before you could answer, you noticed the gold square packaging he pulled from his backpack. "You just carry those around with you?"

"All guys do." He panted, hurrying back to you. You laughed softly.

"I don't think all guys do." You replied, brushing the hair away from his face and cupping the back of his head. He chuckled and looked at you before gently pecking your lips.

"You know, I really like you, Y/N." He spoke softly. His smile faded into a concerned look as he waited anxiously for a reply. You stared back at him, wishing for words to come out of your mouth but they didn't. He sighed, "I mean, I don't just do this stuff with just anybody," Your lips curled into a soft smile as you titled your head slightly, looking at him in lovingly.

"I really like you too, Jonathan," You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck. His worried expression quickly began to fade as you continued, "Maybe we uh– should've said that out loud before– you know," You bit your lip, holding back your laugh. Jonathan shook his head with a big smile forming on his face.

"Eh, maybe." He whispered before attaching his lips to yours. He reached one of his hands to cup your face gently, pulling your mouth closer to him and deepening the kiss. Without pulling away, he aligned himself with your entrance. When you felt him push against your core, you gasped and pulled away, looking down. He lifted your chin gently, forcing you to look at him.

"You sure?" He asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded, pulling at his neck to bring him closer to you. He held his ground. "I need words, baby."

"Yes! Yes, Jonathan! Please!" You whined. He slowly began to push himself forward, sliding into you and you gasped. One of your hands grasped at his chest as you moaned. He paused, looking up at you with concern. Your eyes fell shut as your face contorted in pleasure and pain. "It's okay, it's okay, please just go." You winced. He began moving again, sliding deeper into you without taking his eyes off of your face. He groaned as he placed himself fully inside of you, snaking one of his arms around your waist, holding your bodies close. You took a second to catch your breath before allowing him to move. He obliged, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you. You gasped at the movement, tightening your grip on his hair.

"Fuck." He groaned, looking at your pleasure-filled face. His arm stayed wrapped around your body tightly, making sure you didn't fall back. He began to pick up the pace which forced a loud moan out of you. He quickly placed his hand over your mouth as he continued to thrust into you, moving the other hand to hold onto your hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you grasped onto Jonathan's shoulders. You felt your orgasm building and building once more. Jonathan knew you were close by the way you were clenching around him. "So close, baby, just hold it a little longer," He whispered while he continued to slam into you. Your mouth gaped open behind Jonathan's hand as he muffled your moans. "Gotta be quiet for me, okay?" You felt your orgasm approaching at a rapid pace. You reached your hand out to press against his chest. He shut his eyes as his head fell back with a quiet moan, while continuing to move inside out you faster. He moved his hand that covered your mouth down to hold your hips as he went harder, chasing his own high.

"J–Jonathan," You whimpered through your moans, trying to stay quiet. The knot in your stomach was burning and needed to be released, you could barely hold it back anymore. He rocked his hips back and forth rapidly as his orgasm approached.

"Cum, baby, cum for me." He groaned. And with his words, you felt your body reach its climax and release with a loud moan. He continued thrusting through your orgasm, allowing the feeling of your body spasming to guide him to his peak. You felt your body shudder and squirm as your orgasm hit you. Your arms moved around aimlessly, begging for something to grasp on to. You decided on his neck, wrapping your arms around him once more and pulling him closer. Your loud moans filled his ears.

"Oh fuck!" You gasped. He filled the space between the two of you, colliding your mouths together as you kissed passionately. His brows furrowed as you both moaned into the kiss. You had never felt so good in your life. You both pulled away from the kiss, allowing air back into your lungs as Jonathan tucked his head in the crook of your neck. He continued rocking back and forth, slowing his movements as you both began to calm down.

Now, you were both panting as small moans and whimpers escape both of your lips. He lifted his head and looked down at where your bodies connected before you felt him move again. As he pulled out of your sensitive core, your body shuddered and you gasped. You quickly bit your lip to stop yourself from becoming louder than you already were. You stared at each other, the only sound in the room being your slowing pants as you both attempted to catch your breaths.

"Holy shit." He added quietly through his breath. You licked your lips before letting your head fall down with a small giggle. After hearing your quiet laugh, he lifted your face to meet his eyes. "What?" He chuckled back, tilting his head at you.

"I can't believe we just had sex in the darkroom." You said, laughing, before sliding off of the table and picking up your clothes from the floor.

"I can't believe we just had sex." He mumbled under his breath, also picking up his clothes and putting them back on. Your ears didn't catch the last sentence. You fixed up your hair and re-applied some lip gloss.

"Shit, the time," He gasped, picking up his satchel and throwing the strap over his shoulder. You hurried to pick up your bag up from the floor. Just as you reached to grab the door knob, you felt Jonathan's hand quickly grab your wrist and spin you back around. "Hey, uh, um–" He stuttered. "We should probably talk about–"

"Yeah, um, right," You replied. He looked down at his hand that held onto your wrist and quickly pulled it back.

"Uh– yeah, um, so," He started, waiting for you to jump in and finish his sentence for him so he wouldn't have to say the words. When you didn't, he sighed. "This is hard." You let out a breath.

"Yeah, it is." You replied, fiddling with your fingers. "I mean, words are hard, right?"

"Right, yeah." He agreed awkwardly, looking away from your eyes. "Maybe we uh– don't need words."

"Yeah, words are stupid." You said, nodding quickly.

"Yeah."

"Yeah." You both stared awkwardly at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to do. Suddenly, the tension was interrupted by you. "Okay, I got to go," You said quickly, rushing to open the door and escape from the awkwardness you were drowning in. The bright light that came from the sun blinded you as you lifted your arm to cover your eyes.

"Wait, Y/N!" Jonathan called over your shoulder, following you through the door. You shut your eyes and sighed before turning back to Jonathan with a smile. "Look, I don't want things to be weird, I–"

"Weird? No, not at all." You interrupted, swatting his shoulder playfully. It was a lie. Obviously, things were weird. "I mean, it's not like we just had sex or anything."

"Y/N–" He sighed, his brows raising.

"No, I know, I'm sorry," You continued, rushing to try and save yourself. "It just feels weird, ya know?" He nodded and looked to the ground. "I mean, I do like you, I just–" You paused, looking around at the people that passed through the school. Your distraction gave Jonathan an opportunity to cut in.

"We both get uncomfortable during these types of situations and I don't want to this time." He said firmly, looking up at you. "I know I'm an awkward person, okay?" You stared back at him, unsure of what to say. "But I really want this to work so I'm gonna try." His eyes followed your lips as they curved into a smile.

"I really want this to work too," You said softly. You looked into his eyes and then down at his lips for a moment, wishing they were on yours again. You quickly pulled yourself out of your daydream and cleared your throat. "Communication. That's what we need." He nodded. "Yup, just good old-fashioned communication." You both smiled back at each other. He wrapped his arm around your neck as the two of you began walking towards your first class.

"Yeah, right, so–" His voice trailed, "How do we do that?" You bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you turned to him.

"Talking?" You faltered, forcing out a smile.

"Great, perfect, we're both so good at talking," He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. You laughed as the two of you walked arm in arm toward the entrance of the school. "Maybe we should just stick to kissing?" He joked, turning to you and leaning down to kiss your lips. You kissed him gently before playfully pushing at his chest.

"Wow, at least take a girl out to dinner." You said, your smile only growing. The two of you smiled and laughed with each other as you walked through the school doors and down the halls.

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no thoughts, just wanting to ride jonathan as he admires the reader

jonathan would be so gentle with you, dousing you in sweet praises and encouraging words when you started to complain through meek whimpers your legs hurt.

your head burrowing further into the crevice under his jaw to hide the tears brimming in your already glossed over eyes, nails clawing at his bare shoulders helplessly.

“shush, you can do it, baby. wanna be a good girl for me, yeah?” the pads of his fingers drawing light; soothing patterns along the delicate skin where your hips meet your thighs, subduing the pain in your aching muscles.

your sniffles echoing through his ear, accompanied by a slight nod of your head. your hips lift once more, his hands immediately drawn to your torso to help guide you into a comfortable rhythm.

“there you go, that’s it. always make me feel so good, my best girl. look so pretty too.” and, god, did you looked pretty. the way your back arched into his chest when his cock hit a foreign spot deep inside you that made stars cloud your vision, and the sight of your eyelids shut in complete and utter pleasure as your breathing staggered from the uncontrollable moans rippling from your throat.

“sound so pretty too.”

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Trust

Jonathan Byers x GN!Reader

Requested?: YES - Jonathan Byers with prompts 2 and 5 from prompt list 2 please - @cyllwswrld

TW: Possible mentions of depression

Word Count: 784

You genuinely believed this day couldn't get any worse. Everything was going wrong, from your boss yelling at you to spilling hot coffee all over yourself, and there was only one place you could think of going. No matter how hard you resisted, you just had to see him. As you pulled to a stop in front of his house, you took a deep breath before turning off the car and stepping out. As you approach the front door, you clasp your hands together, anxiety running through your body, not knowing what he will say when he sees you.

Raising your fist, you knock as silently as possible, hoping he will be awake and hear it. You knock once more before deciding to give up and go home. As you turn away, you hear the door unlatch behind you, causing you to turn around and thankfully see him in the doorway and not his mother or brother. "Hey, Jonathan," You say, giving him a small smile.

Jonathan releases a sigh. "You showed up at my door, of all places," He says quietly, adjusting his grip on the door. "Trust me, it wasn't my first choice either," you say, wrapping your arms around yourself even though he was the only thought on your mind. "Can I come in?" You ask him, barely making eye contact. "Sure." He says, opening the door wide enough for you to walk through.

Stepping into the house, so many memories of your time here flood your mind. Of Christmas, helping decorate the tree, and Halloween taking pictures of Will in his costumes. That was before things went downhill. When everything went down at Starcourt Mall, something broke in you. You started distancing yourself from everyone, ruining your relationship with Jonathan in a screaming match, leaving you both in tears and walking home in the rain.

You waited to the side while Jonathan closed and locked and latched the door before he turned and led you to his room. Walking into his room was the worst thing you could've done. The floodgates finally broke, and the tears started streaming down your face, causing you to quickly put your hands over your eyes. As he's closing the door, he hears you sniffle and promptly walks to be in front of you. Pulling your hands down from your face, he examines your red eyes he hadn't seen before. "What's wrong?" He says in a soft tone and leads you to sit down on his bed.

You place your hands in your lap, staring at them, not daring to look him in the eyes. "You have to tell me what's wrong," He says, grabbing one of your hands and causing you to pull it out of his grip. "No, I don't! I don't take orders from anyone anymore," You say, raising your voice slightly, still aware of his sleeping family in the house. "Please (Y/N), I just want to help you," He says, grabbing your hand with one of his and using the other to lift your chin so you would look at him.

Finally, you manage to meet his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Jonathan." You say with more tears rolling down your face. "I'm sorry for everything I've put you through these last few months. I love you so much, and everything that happened at Starcourt messed me up so badly, and I was so afraid of hurting you, so I thought the best thing was for me to make you hate me." You say, staring deep into his eyes.

A deep frown forms on his face as he takes in your words, "Nothing, and I repeat, Nothing could make me hate you. You are the only person in the world I fully trust.. I could and never will hate you," She says, bringing both of his hands up to cup your cheeks. You genuinely don't think you have felt more in love with him than at this moment.

Placing your hands over his, you feel more at home than in the past months. "I love you so much, Jonathan. I don't think I could ever truly show you how much I care about you." You say, leaning forward and pressing your forehead against his. He lifts his head, gently kissing your lips, which you return lovingly. "Trust me. I know." He says with a slight smile before pulling you into a hug and wrapping his arms around you tightly as you do the same. "Let's go to bed, okay," He says softly in your ear, which you nod to as you pull away from him, ready to spend the night in the arms of the man you love more than anything.

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supervoldejaygent · 2 years

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Breath of Fresh Air

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: Reader gets sweet revenge when Tommy opens his mouth to dis the Byers.

A/N: Hello my lovelies! So, I know we all have so much love for Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson, but I wanted to give some love to Jonathan Byers who I feel needs it after season 4. This is set in season 1, so there’s no season 4 spoilers or anything. So yeah, that’s all I have right now! Enjoy!

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"Say it again," she said, her back turned to the arrogant boy behind her.

"Say what again?"

She was willing to give him a chance to walk away, but with his less than intelligent question, (Y/N) felt she couldn’t back off now. Turning on her heel to meet his ugly ass face, she tilted her head slightly and pushed out a smile. "I won't ask again."

As she slowly stalked towards him, she fiddled with the bracelet Will had made for her 13th birthday. Its green, tan, and golden threads darkened with every day she wore it. Every day that she went searching for the lost boy that always felt like the younger brother she never had. Every day she walked through the trees and swam through the lakes, hoping, begging, that she would find him. And every single. Damn. Day. She promised him and herself that she would not lose her composure over any nonsense that was spoken from a place of malice.

Not today.

Today, she lost her resolve after hearing Tommy muttered to his friends horrible, dastardly things about Will, and his older brother, Jonathan.

Normally, she could ignore their harsh words.

Not. Today.

When (Y/N) reached Tommy, she could feel his fear. His cowardice and the fake persona he played for people seemed to envelop her. She wanted more after all the shit he had said about the one family that loved her more than her own ever did.

Today, she wanted to feast on his bruised ego and loss of confidence; and to do that, she needed to scare him shitless.

Enacting her plan, (Y/N) grabbed Tommy by the collar of his shirt and slammed his body into the wall of lockers behind him. The crowd that gathered around them gasped causing (Y/N) to let out the slightest of smiles.

"Say it again," she began again, letting go to crack her knuckles, finger by finger. She latched onto his collar again, slamming him back into the lockers. Another gasp from the crowd rang. "Either way, you won't like my reaction"

"You're not going to hit me," he chuckled.

"Are you willing to bet on that?" She watched as Tommy gulped, smirking as she let his collar go.

Tommy stood up, having dropped down slightly from the slams into the lockers. (Y/N) waited with bated breath. She knew his ego had been seriously bruised and that he wouldn’t let her go without biting back. Sucking in a breath, (Y/N) watched as Tommy nailed himself into the coffin (Y/N) had built for him.

"I hope your bitch-ass boyfriend goes the same way as his queer brother! No one fucking needs them anyways!”

Sickeningly, she smiled. "It's a shame, all the trouble you've caused. Bummer, you thought that I wouldn't do anything about it."

She didn't remember much after that, as the fight was quick to end when one of the teachers heard clambering around the halls. All (Y/N) knew for certain was that Tommy had a new ugly face to match his personality.

As she sat in the nurse's office, ice crusting her hands, (Y/N) let go of a long-awaited breath she had kept in for so long. She already knew she was to be suspended. Even if Tommy was the one to start the aggravation, (Y/N) fought back with fists and any kind of fighting was grounds for suspension. Still, she felt as though a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders and she could finally get a good night's sleep knowing no one would dare mess with the Byers.

She looked up when she heard the bell above the door ring, indicating someone's arrival. It was the boy she had fought for, the one she cared for so deeply, and yes, the one that she had been harboring a crush on since he had shared his approved cheat sheet with her before a big math test in the seventh grade.

Jonathan Byers.

He smiled at her as he made eye contact and walked over. It slightly dropped as he saw the state of her hands from her fight. Nevertheless, he smiled, and her heart filled up with butterflies.

Sitting down next to her, he helped clean up her hands with the wet cloth that was left by the nurse. They were only partially cleaned, as she also had to clean up Tommy when he arrived.

"How many days?" She asked content with silence but wanting answers all the same.

"Three."

"Yikes. And Tommy?"

"Also, three."

There was no way. "Really?"

Jonathan nodded. "Principal said since he was aggressive in his comments toward you, especially since they were about Will and me; he should take some time away and think about what he had done."

(Y/N)'s mouth was open as she listened to Jonathan. There was no fucking way that the principal had taken her side of things. It was a rare occurrence that any of the popular students would actually get punished. Their parents always paid the administrative staff off. Always offered to pay for something that desperately needed fixing. They always found a way to get their child out of punishment. Hell, (Y/N) couldn't even think of a time she had seen them get punished, especially when it was something they obviously started.

"Are you fucking with me? It feels like you're fucking with me."

Jonathan laughed, placing the cloth down as (Y/N)'s hands were now clean and taking one of the ice packs. "I am serious. I was as shocked as Tommy was when he found there were consequences to his actions."

"Hmm. I guess sometimes the administrative staff is on our side."

"I guess so." It went back to silence after the revelation, but (Y/N) basked in it. Her mood was instantly lifted as, what seemed like, a bleak situation turned into a good day. It was made even better when Jonathan offered to drive her home after her hands were bandaged up by the nurse. Something she agreed to a little too quickly but didn't seem to actually care when she noticed a small twinkle in Jonathan's eyes that he only ever got when she made him speechless.

As they sat in (Y/N)'s car, she couldn't help but be enamored by Jonathan the whole ride back to his place. Instead of taking (Y/N) back to a most likely empty house, the duo agreed to go back to Jonathan's and spend the rest of the day in each other's company.

It wasn't very different from what they normally did, but (Y/N) felt different. The air around them was different. (Y/N) felt warmer as she was continuously pulled into the intoxicating aura around him. Her warmth only grew as Jonathan placed his hand on her thigh as they pulled up to his house. His mom’s car wasn’t there, which was odd, especially after Will’s disappearance, but (Y/N) shook it off and chalked up to her needing fresh air. After Jonathan turned off the car, he turned towards her, his hand still on her thigh. Her heart felt like it was racing a mile a minute. Her mind went fuzzy, and her stomach erupted in butterflies.

“I wanted to ask,” he started, avoiding her gaze. “Nancy had mentioned to me that Tommy called me your boyfriend-”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry-”

“And I was wondering…" he paused. "Wait, what do you mean you’re sorry?”

“Well, I heard him say it, but I was so mad that I didn’t register it. I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“No, (Y/N), I…I don’t mind it. I actually have been wanting to ask you out for a while now, but there never seemed to be a good time.”

(Y/N) froze as time slowed.

“You wanted to ask me out?” she stuttered.

Jonathan nodded, laughing lightly. “Yeah. I always thought it was obvious that I liked you, but we’ve been best friends for so long that it got lost in translation. I wanted to ask you on Halloween, but we ended up hanging with Will and his friends. I was going to ask before that. When you stayed the night because your parents were home, but they were fighting. You slept over here, and we spent the whole night playing board games and watching bad movies. I was going to say something, but Will and mom came home from Mike's, and I didn't want to push my luck.

"Then Will went missing and you’ve continued to be supportive and kind, and the only one to bring me down if I go too high. You were there for me when my mom was rambling about things in the walls and putting all those lights up in our house. You’ve always been there for me, no matter what. Now I want to be there for you, officially. So, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you go on a date with me?”

(Y/N) felt her body erupt in warmth and butterflies and every other cliche people felt when the person they liked felt the same way. She took note of his rosy cheeks and how he held eye contact with her to prove this wasn’t some kind of joke. She took note of his beautiful eyes, that same sparkle she saw earlier back in his eyes. There was the way he continued to lean closer to her as he spoke like it was a secret that he was so enamored by her.

Feeling a surge of confidence, (Y/N) leaned forward until they were only an inch apart. She looked down at his lips before looking back at his eyes, silently asking for permission. Jonathan nodded and she leaned all the way, softly kissing him before deepening it. It felt long awaited and well awarded. His lips were soft and tasted of wintergreen from the mints he kept in his pocket.

He was a breath of fresh air.

As the two pulled away for their own air, they shared big, beaming smiles.

“Can I take that as a yes?” Jonathan asked his hand that was on her thigh now caressing her cheek.

Nodding, (Y/N) simply replied, “yes.”

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Imagine Jonathan comforting you after you accidentally found the Upside Down.

You could faintly hear the sound of his voice calling your name. That’s what you were holding onto in that moment. When everything around you was darkness, shadows overlapping shadows, the smell of rot and mold in the air, a strange wet feeling to it making you break out in cold sweats - Jonathan’s voice was like a guiding light to you. You wanted to call back. Wanted him to find you - but didn’t want to call the attention of anything else that was in here. You could see movements out of the corner of your eye but everytime you turned your head, there appeared to be nothing there. You knew better. This was a bad place. There were bad things hiding.

“Y/N,” You heard, but it sounded like it was quieter than before. He was getting further away from you. He’d never find you at this rate. So you had no choice but to buckle up and find him. Find the way that you had come in and try to escape that way. So you ran, your feet slipping against all of the slimy branches on the ground, beating out an uneven rhythm until you could hear his voice a little more clearly. The tree. The opening. It was closing. You dove, landing roughly on your stomach.

The change of air was the first thing that you felt. No longer as stale. It smelled of fresh foliage and dirt. The second thing was someone grabbing your arms. You tried to fight until Jonathan’s voice came through again, this time clear. You fell limp as he pulled you the rest of the way through and then held you, hand cradling your head. “I got you - I got you," he reassured you, out of breath.

“I know, I know,” You said into his shirt. You were covered in a stickiness. Sap of some kind, but it felt like blood. It felt like the tree had just given birth to you somehow. “But can we - maybe not stick around? Whatever was in there - it could follow.”

“Yeah,” Jonathan agreed, his dark eyes settling on what he had just pulled you out of. It looked like a regular tree again. Just a run of the mill, creepy Fangorn Forest tree in Hawkins. “Come on, my car’s not far.”

He kept holding onto you as he walked you towards his car. You thought for a second that he might have been stuck because of all of the sap but he wasn’t. He wanted to hold you. He needed to do it as much as he wanted to be held.

Once you got there, you took a rest, leaning against the door of his beat up junker. You didn’t get in right away. Just breathed in the fresh air. “It was horrible in there, Jonathan,” You admitted. “And - oh fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that I got scared. I - I could have, I should have gone looking for Will when I was in there but I-”

“No, hey,” He said, wrapping his arms around you again, bringing you in for a hug. He kept doing so. It was the only way that he knew you were okay. “- don’t think like that. We’ll find another way in. The both of us. I wouldn’t want you to do it alone.”

You sighed in relief of that. You were scared he would get angry that you didn’t take the chance. But it made sense. He didn’t even have to see the Upside Down and yet he could see how much it affected you. “Thanks, Jonathan. But hopefully you never have to see that place. Hopefully no one has to ever again once Will gets out. It’s truly horrible.”

“I get it,” He said, nodding, and kissed your forehead. “Will’s strong. We’ll find him.”

Requested by: Anonymous

#Jonathan Byers #Jonathan Byers x reader #Jonathan Byers imagines #Stranger Things #Stranger Things imagines #x reader #imagines #jonathanb #request

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mayfieldss · 1 year

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Okay but that jj fix had me crying(the one with cancer)

My mascara smudged

Anyways

Am I allowed to request a Jonathan Byers x fiance/wife reader🥹

I only see gf/bf ones out there and I just love him sm

Where reader gets nightmares(never had had a good dream before) and she can't wake up from them so in the morning when she does wake up she wakes up in a cold sweat?

This is literally me and I never see shit like this on Tumblr or Wattpad so it's be nice to have me some comfort🥹

Jonathan like comforts her and calls all the kids and like Steve, and Nancy to come over and they all have this huge sleepover. They make a huge tent inside their house with blankets(reader and Jonathan live alone)

And they all sleep in there (ofc Jonathan and reader sleep next to each other)

And she wakes up super late and when she wakes up, Jonathan is still by her side and the kids have gone home by then and they just cuddle away because she finally had a good dream

She just talks about it all day and he's just so happy and he's smiling the entire time

IS IT TOO MUCH? you honestly done have to write this because of how long it is. I just write a little then more comes to my head and I write more🥹

I am so sorry the JJ fic made you cry. It really was an emotional thing to write. This request is literally the cutest thing ever though so hopefully, it can make you feel better. <3

Peaceful - Jonathan Byers

"I won't forget the feeling of staying up with you, despite the space between us. I've never felt this close to someone, what if you're my weakness?" - Gracie Abrams

You were Jonathan Byers' pride and joy, and the day he asked you to marry him, he was so worried you would turn him down. The thought of it raged around his head and left him scared beyond measure, but when he finally got around to asking, you'd said yes. You said yes, with tears streaming down your cheeks as joy consumed you both, and all seemed well between you. And it was, but even then, with everything going right in your life, you still had the nightmares. They plagued you, an inescapable thing that chased you at all hours of the night, and no matter how hard Jonathan would try, he could never wake you. They scared him half to death sometimes, when you would cry out or call his name in such a desperate tone whilst trapped within sleep. You were frightened by them more so, and every morning, you would wake with the memory of just how horrible your night had been. Jonathan would always be beside you when you awoke, even if it made him late for work to do so. He loved you far more than he loved his job and didn't care for keeping it if it meant he had to leave you alone in some of your most vulnerable moments.

But it was one night's bad dream in particular that left you shaking when you the morning came. It was horrible and recalling it when you shot upright, a cold sweat dampening the sheets beneath you, almost made you cry. Your breathing was shallow as you sat up in your bed and when Jonathan pulled you into his arms you didn't protest. You knew it was him without a doubt, the feeling of him near you unmatched by anything else, and as he embraced you, you found it just that bit harder not to break down. You'd dreamt that Jonathan had been taken, a Demogorgon dragging him into the upside down whilst you were left to scream after him, unable to move. You were stuck in one place, paralyzed and watching the scene unfold, and it was by far one of the worst night terrors you'd ever had. And with Jonathan holding you now, the thought of losing him became all the more terrifying than it was before.

That was what made you cry. You did it silently, tears falling from your eyes as your breath caught in your throat, and Jonathan kept you close, holding you throughout it all and whispering sweet words, anything he could, to calm you down. It worked eventually, and when you parted from him, you could see the concern in his eyes. He loved you too much to watch you suffer like this, and with every bad dream you had, his heart ached further. But today was Jonathan's day off, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't create a masterful plan to make you feel better.

And that is how Jonathan ended up calling his little brother Will, planning out something that just might make your nightmares go away. Will was all in with the idea and grouped the rest of the party together whilst Jonathan got into contact with the others around your age. He called Steve, Nancy, and Robin one at a time, and broached the idea to each of them, and when they heard what had been going on, they were more than happy to help.

You'd gone shopping for the afternoon, gathering up some essential items for your near-empty new house that you shared with Jonathan, and when you got back, you were beyond surprised to see what was behind the door. Inside your home were a bunch of smiling faces, all with their own pillows and blankets ready to spend the night. It startled you, but when Jonathan approached, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek, everything felt that much better.

"They're all spending the night, I figured a little fun and some company might take your mind off things." He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a hug as the others set up their things, and you nod into his chest, so grateful for the setting before you.

It's more fun than you ever thought it could be, and Jonathan pulled out all the stops when it came to the extraordinary sleepover. It was almost possible to believe that he'd stolen every blanket and pillow from the town of Hawkins, your house full of them as everyone participated in making the biggest blanket fort known to man. Dustin insists that he be the head architect, instructing everyone on how to correctly place the pillows for the best structural integrity, all the while Max and Lucas bully him for taking such a thing so seriously. Nancy puts herself in charge of making snacks, disappearing off into the kitchen without a second thought despite your protests for her company, and when she returns, she has two batches of chocolate chip cookies ready and warm for everyone to eat. That's the snack break everyone takes before heading back into the intense building process of the fort, where Robin decides that fairy lights are nessacary to complete the masterpiece. She's right about it, too, because when you've strung them up all around, it truly is perfect.

"You know, if you'd all listened to my instructions, we could have made the pillow chimney work." It's Dustin, still critiquing the blanket house despite its beauty. His comment makes you laugh, even more so when Max replies, the girl curled up between the legs of her boyfriend, Lucas.

"I swear to god Dustin if you ruin our fort unveiling with your stupid comments, I will cut you." The redhead looks deadly serious, though you think she's too comfortable with Lucas to actually move. It shuts Dustin up anyway, and you get comfortable beside Jonathan, curling up in the blankets that are left over from the fort as the night draws nearer. The fairy lights glow brighter as the sky outside darkens and it is something so beautiful that you aren't afraid to close your eyes. So, as the others gather around, prepping for sleep in the giant fort themselves, you let your eyelids slip shut, head on Jonathan's chest as you listen to his gentle breaths. It's peaceful for the first time in months, and as you drift off you think that nothing can feel better.

When you wake up, though, you realize there is something that can be. That night, the night of the great sleepover, pillow fort fiasco, you had a dream. A good one that had you opening your eyes in the morning without the fear of the previous night's events. It was so startling to you that once you fully gathered your bearings, you shot upright as though you had, in fact, had one of your common nightmares. Jonathan sits up as soon as you do, grasping your shoulders in concern, only for you to turn to him with one of the widest smiles he's ever seen grace your lips.

"You okay, baby?" he gives your shoulders a squeeze, but seeing you happy warms him deep inside. He smiles too, the expression slowly growing when you speak.

"I had a dream, a good one." It seems so impossible, but there you are awake after a good night's sleep. A really good night's sleep. It amazes you but you're beyond happy, and the pleasant emotions that run through your veins as you recall what you can about the dream are such a foreign feeling, but you love the way it does feel, and you never want it to stop.

"That's so great," Jonathan pulls you into him, and you hug him just like you have a thousand times before on mornings like this, except this time everything is perfect, you're happy, and you're comfortable.

"Wait, where are the others?" Your eyes drift to the wide empty space of the fort you're in, free of all your other friends. There's a breathy laugh released from Jonathan as he holds you close, mumbling against your hair.

"You slept for a while, honey. They all went home."

"Oh," The word leaves you softly before you realize what a good night you had, and your mood picks up once more. You shuffle around in Jonathan's embrace, kneeling in front of him as you hold his hands in yours. "My dream was so sweet, you were there and so were the kids and your mom too—" and just like that you're off, rambling on about the first good dream you've had in far too long. You think about it for the rest of the day too, and when you and Jonathan go to get lunch, you bring it up again. You just can't believe it happened, and Jonathan can't either, his cheeks aching from the smile he's held for the remainder of the day. He's never seen you this happy and content with the night you'd had, and it brings him a sense of peace that there's a chance you could have many more nights like it in the future.

He's in awe of the smile you carry and the way you cling to him with such joy as you walk through the streets of Hawkins. He loves the way you're so excited to sleep again, in the hopes you'll have another dream with him in it, and can't help but stop in the street just to kiss you. Because he needs to show you in some way just how happy he is that you are happy too, and kissing you is the best way he knows how. You don't object to the affection, and it's no surprise that this is one of the best days you've ever had. You hope for many more like it.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @hiya-itsamber @s00buwu

STRANGER THINGS TAGLIST: @buckys2thicc @browneyes528

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honeysuckleharringtons · 6 months

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡

Very long time no see, my friends. I went through a phase where writing absolutely sucked and I just could not come up with any ST fics but!!! I am here to change that now 😌

In honor of everyone's (yes, everyone's) favorite holiday, I have put together a compilation of Halloween-themed fics for all of you lovely people to enjoy!

As always, this will not be limited to just one of my blogs! There will of course be fics posted over on @reidsaurora and @hornyhornyhimbos (MDNI!!) if those also pique your interest.

▪︎ October 25th:

Billy Hargrove 🦇 Tossing Me the Car Keys

In which Reader and Muse go for a little late-night drive, Muse having a somewhat hidden motive behind the activity.

▪︎ October 26th:

Steve Harrington 🦇 Spill Your (Pumpkin) Guts

In which Reader and Muse have a little competition to see who can carve the better pumpkin.

▪︎ October 28th:

Jonathan Byers 🦇 The Perfect Canvas

In which Reader uses Muse to practice their Halloween costume makeup.

▪︎ October 31st:

Eddie Munson 🦇 Black Cats Need Candy Too

In which Reader and Muse receive an unexpected trick-or-treater at their door.

mutuals! feel free to spread the word if you'd like!

@dungeons-are-too-cold @writer-in-theory @rupsmorge @serenity-lattes @stevesmunsons @appocalipse @reputationmunson @battymunson @sadgirlml @gay-prentiss

celebration post art: me!

halloween dividers: @firefly-graphics

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 1 year

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Labyrinth

Stranger Things Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Summary: Being Billy Hargrove's ex-girlfriend wasn't something you'd like to be known for. Thankfully, after finally recovering from the relationship with Billy, you and Jonathan Byers found one another, and he's a constant reminder that he is the opposite of your ex.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/F/E/M: Your Favorite Eighties Movie

Charlie -> Your Sister

Warnings:

Slight language

Toxic relationship (doesn't go into detail)

Jonathan Byers x-readers

(Third Person View)

Y/N and her grandmother sat on the couch, watching her little sister for the evening. Her parents were gone for the weekend to attend some high school reunion. Billy and Y/N were to go to the movies later after Billy had a shift at the mechanic shop. Y/N's grandmother would stay for the rest of the night while Y/N goes out with her boyfriend.

A honk sounded from the end of the driveway. Y/N stood up from the couch to grab her purse beside the couch. "Have fun, love. We'll be here," her grandmother said. Y/N smiled and hugged her before kissing the top of Charlie's head. Y/N quickly left and headed to Billy's Camero.

She knew he'd get impatient if she was even one minute past their pick-up time. Billy didn't even meet her at the front, nor did he open the passenger door for her. "What movie are we seeing?" she asked, setting the pocketbook on her lap. He shrugged and pulled out of the neighborhood. Y/N held onto the armrest as he sped down the street.

Billy wasn't one to obey the speed limit. He often blamed it on the different limits in California. Y/N sighed, looking out at the sun. "What was that sigh for?" he asked. "Nothing. Just tired," she answered. He whipped down another street after surprisingly waiting at the light.

He never seemed to care about Y/N's feelings. She sometimes wondered why she was even dating him. Though, you can't blame her. At the beginning of their relationship, he appeared harmless. He presented himself as most guys she's dated before. He even had that smile that charmed every mom that came across him.

A fifty-five speed-limit sign caught Y/N's eye. She looked at the dashboard. The speedometer said he was going seventy miles. A few minutes passed, and he pulled into the parking lot of the theatre. "Oh, Tommy and Daniel are going to join us," Billy grabbed his wallet from the console.

He stepped out of the car, preventing her from answering. "Wait, What?" she said. He rolled his eyes and fixed the collar of his jacket. Tommy and Daniel got out of their car. Both of them were laughing to themselves.

It only hurts this much right now That was what I was thinking the whole time Breathe in, breathe through Breathe deep, breathe out

Y/N's so-called boyfriend walked over to his two friends. One of which used to be Steve's friend, up until Steve broke it off with Tommy and Carol. "Look at this pretty little thing," Daniel smirked. Billy put an arm around Y/N's shoulders, pulling her roughly against his chest. She faked a smile.

The four of them walked into the theatre and chose Fright Night. Billy's girlfriend wanted to watch Y/F/E/M, but neither of the boys wanted to. Billy sat between Tommy and Daniel while Y/N sat on the end. She glanced to her right to see Billy pull a blunt from his pocket.

Since the teens were sitting at the very top, Billy thought he could do anything. Tommy reached over and handed Daniel the lighter before giving it to Billy. Y/N rolled her eyes with crossed her arms. She looked at both exits to see if anyone would be coming through.

"You want one?" Daniel gestured the blunt towards Y/N. He held the lighter in the other hand. She shook her head and looked at the movie screen. "Bitch doesn't smoke. I keep telling her it won't fucking hurt her," Billy scoffed. She watched him as he ignored Tommy and Daniel's loud laughs. Y/N looked around the crowd to see if she could find someone she knew.

She hoped her best friend, Jonathan Byers, was in the audience with his brother Will. They would frequently see horror movies together. The trailers appeared before the movie actually began. Y/N hugged her arms, snacking on her favorite candy. She desperately tried to ignore the strong smells coming from the three boys.

I'll be getting over you my whole life You know how scared I am of elevators Never trust it if it rises fast It can't last

Y/N leaned forward to see what Billy was doing. Of course, his attention was on the blunt and the screen. Y/N glanced down at her watch, seeing that it was 5:30.

If she could sneak out, she'd be able to call one of her friends to swing by. The credits began playing, an eerie and unsettling melody in the background. Tommy snickered at something Daniel or Billy muttered. Y/N slipped her arms through the sleeves of her soft cardigan. She grabbed her purse and set the strap around her shoulder.

The boys were facing the opposite direction of her. She crouched and walked down the steps. Thankfully, the darkness of the theatre covered her figure. She sighed in relief when she exited. Y/N looked behind her every once in an awhile before spotting a phone booth.

She dropped some coins into the slot and dialed the Byers' number. Y/N leaned against the side. Her fingers fiddled with the long cord, her eyes focusing on the theatre door she came through. "Hello?" Jonathan greeted.

"Johnny, it's Y/N/N," she said. She heard him tell his mom that it was me calling. Y/N could already picture that cheery smile on her best friend's face she loved. They've known one another since they were in fifth grade. "What's up? Everything okay?" he questioned.

"Yeah," she replied, "Could you come to Hawkins Theatre and pick me up? I'm not feeling well and just want to come home."

Jonathan said of course and hung up the phone. She escaped through the theatre's entrance. It didn't take long until Jonathan appeared. He parked the car beside Y/N with a smile on his face. She noticed Will sitting in the back. He wore his favorite blue and red shirt.

His older brother glanced at him and then up at Y/N. He raised his brows and smiled. "Hey," he greeted (GIF Above), "Sorry. Will wanted to see you." Y/N waved to Will and sat in the front seat. When she stepped in, here came Billy and his uninvited buddies trailing behind.

Y/N shrunk in the seat with a hand covering her face. Jonathan glimpsed at the rearview mirror to see Billy heading over. Jonathan tore out of the spot and headed straight to Y/N's neighborhood. Y/N couldn't help but smile at Jonathan's constant reassurance that everything would be okay.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love Oh no, I'm falling in love again Oh, I'm falling in love I thought the plane was going down How'd you turn it right around

During the entire ride to the Y/L/N household, Jonathan told Y/N that he wouldn't let Billy bother her. He knew the two of them had been in a rough spot lately. Will would chime in occasionally with a witty joke or a cute story about DND. Afterwards, the two hung out in her room while Will and Charlie played some card games.

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(Y/N's Point of View, a few months later)

My back rested against the thick tree with my legs bent. After school, I decided to relax outside and catch up on some reading. My grandmother challenged me to try and finish six books by the end of the year. Jonathan had joined in as well, claiming that he could beat me. I was on my fifth book, and he was on his fourth.

So, it's pretty clear who's going to win. The wind brushed against me, causing goosebumps to rise. Charlie laughed as her Barbie 'flew' through the air. She ran around the yard singing to herself or speaking to her dolls like they were real. It's been a few months since the breakup with Billy.

After I left him at the theatre, it was difficult to even get a word in when we spoke the next day. Jonathan insisted on being there when I broke up with Billy, but not in the same room. He actually hid in my room while Billy and I spoke outside. My reading was interrupted by a car pulling up to my house.

It only feels this raw right now Lost in the labyrinth of my mind Break up, break free, break through, break down

I pulled my attention away from the book. Jonathan parked his car in the driveway. He had on his favorite green polo and tan khakis. "Hey," he greeted, plopping down beside me. "What're you reading?" Jonathan shrugged off his jean jacket. He folded it beside him and leaned against the tree with me. I kept a finger on the page, showing him the cover.

"Homecoming by Cynthia Voigt," I replied, "Nancy recommended it."

He nodded and took the book from me. Jonathan flipped it to the back to read the summary. "She's always got good recommendations," he said. I nodded in agreement and looked out at my sister. Charlie had made herself comfortable on the tree swing. She pushed her legs back and forth.

I had to tell her to not jump off a few times. Just a few months ago, she broke her arm from jumping too far. Even though she vowed to not do it again, we knew she would eventually. Charlie was eight, after all, and eight-year-olds don't typically listen. I set the book beside me when Jonathan handed it back. He set an arm around me. I smiled and rested my head against his shoulder.

You would break your back to make me break a smile You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back Just like that

I noticed Charlie lean back on the tire swing. "Ah, don't!" my voice was loud as I pointed a finger at her. She smirked mischievously and stared at me as she launched herself off the swing.

Her knees met the ground before jumping up. Her hands sat on her waist, her green eyes staring back at Jonathan and me. "Oh, you little...." I cut myself off when I jumped up from the ground. Charlie screamed and began running around as I chased her.

"Don't let the monster get you, Charlie!" Jonathan hollered, cupping his mouth. I turned to him with narrowed eyes. He grabbed his jacket and hid underneath it. Charlie looked up at me, her blonde hair slightly covering her eyes. I knelt before her and pushed the strands away from her pale face.

I tilted my head towards Jonathan. The corners of her mouth lifted when she caught on. "I think Johnny wants to play Duck, Duck, Goose," I said quietly. Charlie gasped and ran over to him. "Goose!" she screamed and whacked his head. "Ow-What!" Jonathan replied.

Charlie was a blur as she ran around the tree. You could practically hear her giggles from down the street. The two of them began chasing one another around the yard.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love Oh no, I'm falling in love again Oh, I'm falling in love I thought the plane was going down How'd you turn it right around

A smile crept onto my face while I watched Jonathan play with my sister. Other than Steve, Jonathan had a way with kids. It made sense why our parents would pair Jonathan and me when someone needed to supervise their kids. Charlie squealed when he picked her up.

She was covered in grass. Her blue overalls were stained with mud and whatever she had for a snack. I noticed a few sticks and leaves stuck in her hair. Jonathan set her back to Earth and took the sticks out of her tangled locks. "Mom's gonna hate brushing her hair later," I commented, walking over to the two of them.

Charlie wrapped her arms around my waist, rubbing her head against my stomach. Jonathan looked at me with a wide smile on his face. "What?" I asked. My sister rested her chin on my stomach, gazing up at me. "Nothing. You just look really cute," he replied.

I felt my cheeks turn to a light shade of pink. Charlie shifted her eye line to me, then Jonathan. "Grody," she muttered. She took her arms off me and stepped over to the Barbies that were left on the porch stairs.

My mom walked out of the front door, wearing a pink and white apron. "Jonathan, care to stay for dinner? We're making your favorite," she winked. He opened his mouth to say something, but Charlie interrupted and claimed he'd love to. My mom ignored my sister's response to see what his response was.

"Yes. I would love to stay for dinner," he spoke for himself.

Charlie cheered. She waved her doll around, falling back. I could hear my mom curse when Charlie's hair collided with the grass. "Charlotte, why don't we get you cleaned up for dinner?" she called, using my sister's full name. My curly-haired sister sat up straight and shook her head in disagreement.

As on cue, my grandmother barged through the front door and grabbed Charlie by the arm. She shook her head as Charlie tried to get me and Jonathan to save her. "I'll call you two when dinner is ready," mom said, "Y/N, your dad should be here soon." I nodded and sat down against the tree.

The two of us grew quiet. We listened to the birds sing and the crickets chirping. The sun was just beginning to set. I could feel the Summer wind coming in for the night. Jonathan draped his jacket over me once he saw me tense up at the gust. "I think Charlie has a crush on you," I mentioned.

He laughed and shook his head. I turned to him with a grin on my face. "She does not," he denied. "Oh, she totally does," I argued playfully. Jonathan shoved my arm before covering his head so I couldn't hit back. Our laughing died down, which left the two of us just staring at one another.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love Oh no, I'm falling in love again Oh, I'm falling in love I thought the plane was going down How'd you turn it right around

My mind immediately went to how my life was complete hell before Jonathan and I had gotten closer. It was weird. It was almost like one bad thing made us come together. Of course, the monsters from hell intervened at some point, but that's besides the point.

This whole thing reminded me of how scared I was of falling in love again. But I also knew that the person I loved was different from the first. I knew that Jonathan was the complete opposite of Billy. He reminded me of that every day. Jonathan would go out of his way to get me things he'd thought I'd like.

I mean, the other day he bought me my favorite candy and tickets to one of my favorite movies at a local drive-in. "I think I'm falling in love with you," I said. Jonathan smiled. His hand sat on the side of my face. He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead before lightly kissing me on the lips.

"I'm falling in love with you, too," he said.

Taglist: @b-ritney @ramaalkayyali @midnightstar-90

#netflix stranger things #stranger things #stranger things season one #stranger things season two #stranger things three #stranger things four #jonathan byers #jonathan byers imagines #jonathan byers x-reader #jonathan byers fluff #Charlie Heaton #Charlie Heaton x-reader #Charlies Heaton imagines #Spotify

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starkeysprincess · 2 years

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Leah aka my love aka @mayfieldsqueen has brought to my attention that some people are saying the ST fandom is starting to die down & imma say this real quick (for myself and my own blog and for those who follow me💗)

If it is, guess what? That doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop writing for Eddie, Steve, Robin, etc.

Nah, my little 5ft ass is gonna continue writing for stranger things, always and forever🖤

So just in case y’all are worried about that, I’m not going anywhere and my writing for stranger things is definitely not going anywhere

y’all can’t get rid of me that quick, sorry (not I’m not)

#eddie munson imagines #eddie munson smut #steve harrington imagines #stranger things imagines #stranger things smut #robin buckley imagines #jonathan byers imagines #nancy wheeler imagines #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #shania’s late night thoughts

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nancys4gf · 2 years

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back to the old house | jonathan byers | part two

summary: you and jonathan had been best friends for years. he wishes you could be more. he'll never tell you. part one

pairing: jonathan byers x non gender specific reader (they/them pronouns)

warnings: none

note: here's part two since i loved this concept and scenario :D i hope you like it!! feel free to send in more requests, they are very welcome <3

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eleven and will were practically shaking with excitement as they waited for mike to burst through the gate’s doors. jonathan and argyle looked around the airport, lost in their own worlds.

suddenly, eleven jumped from her seat, shouting mike’s name.

in a second, the three friends were hugging and exchanging gifts. but to jonathan, it was all a blur. mike’s rambling about flowers ricocheted against the wall, and eleven’s plans for the day dissolved in the air.

all he could see was you, standing a few feet away from him with that beautiful, breathtaking smile on your face.

he didn’t even realize he was running to you, being too distracted wondering if you were really there or if he was imagining things.

moving to california had certainly been an adjustment. but jonathan hadn’t realized just how truly empty he had felt until he had you in his arms, filling that empty space that seemed to be the exact shape of your body. and when you hugged him back with all your strength, he couldn’t believe he had ever been able to leave you.

“what are you doing here?” he asked breathlessly.

“i’m surprising you, obviously.”

“is this why you were being so weird over the phone these last few days? oh god, is this why you asked how warm it is in california?”

“guilty,” you giggled, and pulled away from the hug, touching the long locks of jonathan’s hair with an amused expression on your face. “what have you done to your hair?”

“nothing, that’s what he’s done.” will remarked, appearing behind his brother, a glowing grin on his face.

you immediately jumped into his arms, expecting will to wrap his arms around your shoulders and you around his waist, as you always used to do. but this time the hug felt different and foreign, because for the first time, he was towering over you.

“my god, will,” you chuckled against his shoulder, holding back tears. “you’ve got to stop growing.”

“i keep trying, but it’s no use.” he joked, but by the way his voice quivered, you knew he was feeling the exact same things as you were.

suddenly, someone else was pulling you in for a hug. someone with long hair and kind eyes. kind, red eyes that were completely out of it.

“come here, brochacho!”

you gave jonathan a confused look over the strange boy’s shoulder.

“that’s argyle.”

“oh, your new best friend?”

“exactly.” argyle stated, at the same time jonathan exclaimed,

“no!”

“i’ve heard a lot about you,” argyle said as he let go of you, jonathan immediately resuming his place by your side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“all good things, i hope.”

“oh, definitely good things.”

“here, let me help you with your bags,” will offered, motioning to grab the backpack from you. but you stepped back, shaking your head.

“no, i’m not letting my baby work.” you ruffled his head, and threw your bag at jonathan instead, who caught it with a groan. “alright, move it.”

after greeting eleven, her and mike started walking ahead of you, talking about all the things they would do. walking behind them, you interlocked your arm with will’s.

“now, tell me all about california.”

— ❀ —

after dinner, you and jonathan got busy settling your things in his room. he had emptied out a drawer for you, and had also made some space in the closet. you worked in silence, enjoying each other’s presence. every now and then, you’d find him staring at you, and you’d both smile. there weren’t enough words in any language to express how happy you both felt.

when you got out of the bathroom after changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth, you found him setting a mattress on the floor.

“uh, no.” you stated determinedly, jonathan furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “i came all the way here. we’re cuddling.” you affirmed.

jonathan let out a chuckle, and maybe it was the faint lighting in the room, but you thought you saw his cheeks redden.

“okay.”

after getting under the covers, you and jonathan stared at the ceiling, sharing the silence that comes when two people understand each other, even without words.

“are we going to talk about how your room smells like pot?”

“no.” he laughed.

“alright.”

jonathan turned, lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, his head in his hand.

“so, what have you been up to?”

“we talk everyday on the phone, jon. you know what i’ve been up to.”

“tell me again.”

you rolled your eyes. “school, thinking about college, planning for college, breaking down over college, saving up for college, hanging out with the kids and nancy and robin and steve, and oh, did i mention college?”

jonathan laughed, never taking his eyes off you as you talked, enjoying his favorite sight.

“did i tell you my mom bought a ridiculous amount of nyu merchandise? it’s gonna be funny if i don’t get in.”

“you’ll get in.” he said convincingly. you grimaced.

“you’re still waiting for the letter?”

“mhm.”

you noticed the way he brushed the topic off and averted his gaze. you always noticed everything about jonathan. like the dark circles under his eyes, or the way his hands kept shaking when he held up his fork at dinner. but you decided not to push him. not on your first night here, at least.

“i know you guys are better and safer here,” you spoke softly, also lying on your side and looking up at him. “but sometimes all i want is you there with me. even if it’s a bit selfish.”

“i’m definitely not better here. and it doesn’t exactly feel safer, besides,” he moved his hand close to your face, almost brushing your cheek, but he hesitated and settled for grazing the bare skin on your shoulder. “you’re not here.”

you wanted to tell him that it was okay for him to touch you. that you wanted to lean in against his hand, hold every part of him and never let go. but the time you had shared apart seemed to have built an invisible wall between you two. not because you had grown apart, but because after being away from each other, you didn’t know what to do with this overwhelming closeness.

“i missed you.” you whispered into the night. and like all confessions, you almost wished it vanished into the air.

“i missed you too. so much.”

“you’ve got to promise,” your voice broke, and you shut your eyes so he couldn’t see the tears in your eyes. “that we’ll have a movie night every single night. you, me, and will. just like old times.”

“i promise.” he reached out for your hand, interlocking your fingers and drawing invisible circles on your knuckles.

jonathan couldn’t believe you were actually there with him, so close he could smell your shampoo and feel your hair against his skin. he had yearned for this for so long that he kept pinching himself, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining all of this.

the sound of your voice breaking through the silence was further proof that he wasn’t dreaming, even if he thought it was. this was reality, and it was so much better.

“if the world was ending tomorrow, what’s one thing you’d want to do?”

“anything?”

“yeah, eat your weight in candy, jump off a plane, stuff like that.”

jonathan stayed quiet for a moment, so long that you wondered if he had fallen asleep.

“no consequences?”

“no consequences.”

you didn’t know what you were expecting jonathan to say. maybe you were expecting him to say something about sneaking in a concert, or scream at everyone who had ever done any harm to him or his family.

you definitely weren’t expecting him to say,

“kiss you.”

you stared at him. stared at his eyes that didn’t leave yours, at his adam apple, at the noticeable pulse in his neck. for a moment, you waited for him to burst into laughter and tell you you had totally fallen for his joke. but laughter never came. it was only silence, a hollow silence.

“what?”

you almost didn’t even recognize your voice by how breathless it sounded.

“if this was my last day on earth, with no consequences,” he started softly. “i’d want to kiss you.”

your heart was pounding loudly against your chest. the room suddenly felt too small, the bed felt too small, the entire world felt small compared to the huge new universe jonathan had just opened up.

“you’re my best friend,” he whispered. “i don’t want to lose you. so the only way i’d let myself do something about it is if the world was about to end.”

“but it’s not,” you paused. “it’s not ending.”

“no.” he muttered. “it’s not.”

you could see how scared he was. his eyes were wide, searching in your face for any clue that’d reveal what you were thinking. you had seen jonathan scared before. way too many times. and he looked just as scared now staring at you, as he had looked when his brother had been in danger, or when he had had to fight a monster.

you were scared too. but that didn’t stop you from leaning in. you paid close attention to jonathan’s reaction, and you didn’t miss the way his breath hitched and the way he glanced down at your lips. telling yourself that it was now or never, you finally broke the distance between the two of you, joining your lips together.

kissing your best friend wasn’t something you were expecting to happen. and he didn't seem to have been expecting it either. time seemed to stop, you and jonathan staying still, not moving a muscle. at last, he placed a shaking hand on your cheek, kissing you back.

the kiss was tentative and doubtful, as the two of you made your way through unknown territory. but soon, the kiss grew in strength and confidence. you grazed your tongue over his lower lip, and he didn’t waste a second before opening his mouth. you felt him gasp over your mouth, as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer.

you kissed for a while, until eventually you pulled away, both of you gasping for air.

“wait,” he stammered, and you watched entertainingly as he struggled for words. “what?”

“i was gonna say rob a bank,” you grinned, already leaning in again, not tearing your gaze off his lips. “but that works too.”

as he kissed you again, you thought about all the things that keep you up at night. you thought about how growing up with jonathan and getting to know every single aspect of his being, both the good and the bad, had only made you fall harder for him. you thought about how everytime you two got drunk, you had to force yourself not to stare at his lips and wonder what would happen if you just leaned in and did what you feared the most, only to blame it on the alcohol later.

you always thought that your feelings would fade over time. but they never did. they only got stronger. and now, now that you knew those feelings were safe, that you were safe, your love was gaining a force you had never felt before. you knew you couldn’t back away now. and you didn’t want to.

“do you like my hair?” jonathan asked between kisses.

“mhm,” you mumbled against his lips, sinking your hands deeper into his hair, softly tugging. “so much.”

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"Love Potion No. 9" ~ J. Byers

Summary: When you and Jonathan visit a witch on your hunt for something supernatural, you don't expect to leave with ever-growing arousal between your legs.

Pairing: Supernatural Hunter!Jonathan Byers x Supernatural Hunter!AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,106

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, cowgirl activities, car sex, love potion/aphrodisiac consumption, dry humping for a second, explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: does this read a little bit like a Supernatural fanfic? maybe. but i can't be blamed when Jonathan just feels so Winchester-coded.

Originally Written: 10/12/2023

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Neither of you were quite sure how it happened, but your latest hunt had led you into the home of a witch. Low-hanging ferns and wind chimes and twinkly lights filled the area, the scent of frankincense heavy in the small space.

"Don't mind the smell," she'd said, "Figured I should cast some sort of protection over my home with that thing running loose."

After talking with the woman for a while, you and Jonathan had both silently come to a mutual conclusion: that this thing was a werewolf, and a rabid one at that, and it wouldn't stop until it had consumed as much blood as possible.

"Would you mind if we grabbed a bottle of water?" you asked, standing up from your spot on the lumpy sofa.

The witch shook her head. "Not at all, dear. Kitchen's just through that doorway. I think I'm gonna go have a quick smoke out on the porch." Your brows furrowed at her statement, but she quickly rebutted, "I'll be fine. I keep a gun by the door and I'll use my frankincense spray to help ward him off."

And with that, she was headed out the front door, leaving you and Jonathan to yourselves.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Jon asked, leading the way into the kitchen.

"Werewolf?" you asked, arms folding in front of your chest.

He gave you a quick nod, opening the fridge and pulling out two water bottles. "Yeah, and a rabid one at that."

"Which means there's probably another one close by that gave it to him," you commented. You quickly grabbed one of the bottles from him and took a long drag of the liquid. It had been hours since you'd stopped for food or drink or gas, and the water was like nectar from the gods to your desperate and deprived taste buds.

Jonathan chuckled at your behavior, but took a long drink from his own bottle. After gulping down the liquid, he concurred, "That's what I'm thinking too."

"So, how do we find them?"

He shrugged. "Wait. The wolves around here only come out at night so we wait until sundown, then hope to God that we're right about where they're hunting."

After a few minutes had passed, the lady had joined you back in the house, leading the two of you back into the living room. As the conversation carried on, you started to feel a strange, warm tingle in your belly. You attempted to shake off the feeling, but your body heat picked up and the feeling grew stronger.

"Jon," you whispered into his ear, "can we please go? I'm not feeling well."

Jonathan had a sort of flushed look to his face, and you assumed he must've been experiencing a feeling similar to yours. As you stood, he quickly side-stepped behind you, almost strategically placing you in front of him.

You both managed a rushed goodbye before heading out to the car, the warmth in your stomach quickly turning into a feeling you could identify— arousal.

The ride was silent, save for the tape playing quietly on the radio. Your legs clenched together involuntarily as a familiar wetness formed between them. Curiosity got the better of you as you looked over at Jon, who was white-knuckling the steering wheel like his life depended on it.

You came to a stop at the end of the nearly abandoned road, no other cars in sight as Jonathan approached the stop sign. He shot you a quick look, trying to act as casual as he could. "You alright?"

You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, nodding much more enthusiastically than you should have. "Yeah, I'm totally fine." A heavy silence took over the air for a couple seconds before you awkwardly asked, "What about you?"

He quickly nodded as well, avoiding eye contact with you. "Yeah, I'm good."

Another round of heavy silence came over the small space, Jonathan opting to break it by clearing his throat. He mumbled something to himself as he started to take off again, the car gradually gliding toward a speed bump.

You tried your best to hold it in, but it was almost compulsory the way a moan flew out of you when the speed bump caused your jeans to hit your core in just the right spot.

Jonathan hit the brakes right there in the middle of the road, an erratic look coming across his face. "You too?!" he asked in surprise.

You knew it would do you no good to lie, not after the way your mouth had just betrayed you. "You think she put something in that water?"

Sweat was cascading down both of your faces, each of your breathing already speeding up. "I don't know," he answered, his expression changing to one of shyness. "What are we gonna do?"

You thought for a moment, quickly going over your options. You could wait it out, but that might be miserable. You supposed you could pull over and one of you go into the woods, discreetly giving you both time to get yourselves off, but that would chance one of you getting taken by something in that clearly haunted forest. The third option was one you truly hated to think, but you supposed it might be your best bet.

"Quick, get me that dropper out of the trunk. It's in the case with my dagger."

He pulled off to the side of the road, giving you a questioning look. "Why-"

You all but pushed him out of the car, urging him to not ask questions. While he grabbed the dropper, you unscrewed the lid to both bottles of water. When he got back, you dropped a tiny dab of the liquid in the tube down into the bottles of water. You watched as the water turned a bright sapphire blue, knowing all too well what it meant.

"Fuck," you exclaimed exasperatedly, your hand meeting your temple.

Jonathan met you with a confused look, brows furrowed tight together. "What? What does that mean?"

"That bitch gave us a serum of desire."

"A what?"

You sighed, though you couldn't ignore the growing feeling of arousal as you looked into his eyes. "It's a potion to make us realize our deepest desires."

He went from confused to downright dumbfounded. "So, our deepest desire is… each other?" You nodded in reply. "Well, what do we do?"

"We have no choice but to confront our deepest desire. It's the only way it'll wear off."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, shock and lust wafting through the air as heavily as the frankincense had earlier. You tried to think of any other way to make the potion wear off, but deep down, you knew there was only one way to get rid of this feeling.

"So…" he said, the word lingering.

"So…" you repeated.

Jonathan was the first to make a move, which surprised you, given his hatred of confrontation. "Can I… kiss you? I-In the backseat?"

He didn't have to ask twice. You were practically shoving him into the tiny backseat, climbing on top of him in record speed. The idea of doing this with him had you embarrassed, given your practically life-long crush on the man, but at the current moment, the serum was working hard to dilute all thoughts of rationality.

Your lips connected, heavy breaths flowing out of your mouth and into his as his hands landed on your waist. He pulled you down the expanse of his thigh, guiding your center along his denim-clad leg. Your hips were grinding all on their own, a moan slipping from your kiss-swollen lips as your jeans brushed your clit just right.

"Do you wanna," he started to say, being cut off by a needy kiss, "get off like this? Because this," another kiss, "is perfectly fine to me."

You shook your head, your tongue slipping between his parted lips as you continued humping his leg, your pleasure already nearing its peak. "Need more, please."

Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging at the light brown strands and eliciting an absolutely beautiful noise from the man underneath you. You wanted to bottle that noise up and play it on repeat for hours, music to your ears.

He made quick work of his jeans, sliding them down just enough to release his cock. You moaned at the sight, torn between taking it in your mouth or putting it exactly where you needed it. The latter won as you made quick work of your own pants, Jonathan letting out another one of those gorgeous sounds at the sight of your wetness.

Without any resistance on your part, he was lowering you down his length, his head falling back against the car door. "Oh, holy fuck," he sighed, his eyes going glassy. Your hands moved to his bangs, moving the sweat-sticky hair away from his eyes to give you both an unobstructed view of each other.

You were the first to move, nearly cumming right then as the head of his cock brushed against that wonderful spot inside of you. Labored breaths filled the air as the two of you began to create the perfect rhythm between your bodies, his balls slapping against you every time you slid back down his length.

Your lips reconnected as you rocked up and down on him, tongues roaming freely inside one another's mouth. The car was undeniably rocking, anyone who drove past would know exactly what you were doing, but the slight movement had him bucking up into you even harder, and secretly you were thankful you'd decided to do this here.

Your hand roamed down to one of his, bringing his calloused fingers to your clit. "Touch me, right there, please," you all but begged, guiding his fingertips in the exact rhythm you craved them.

The pad of his thumb was rough, but only brought your orgasm closer. His opposite hand moved to grab the supple skin of your hip, guiding you along his cock and bringing him closer to the edge as well.

Your own hands gripped his shoulders for dear life as your climax washed over you, your cunt sucking him deeper inside you as your legs began to shake. "Shit, Jonathan," you whined, your hips speeding in hopes of bringing him to his own release.

"Fuck, where do you need it?" he groaned, his dick throbbing inside of you.

"What?" you breathed heavily, still working yourself through possibly the best orgasm you'd ever felt.

"Can I cum inside you?" he asked, somewhere between begging and demanding.

All words left your body as his finger continued to work at your swollen clit, so you simply opted for a nod of the head.

As if on cue, he was filling you up with every last drop of his seed, both of your bodies falling limp against each other. "Oh, my God," he sighed, his breath hot as it fanned around your ear.

The serum was already wearing off your body, realizing what you'd done. You wanted to enjoy this moment, to just be with him, but you couldn't deny the logical thoughts that had started to flood back into your mind. "Oh, my God," you repeated, nearly a whisper as you lay on his chest.

"We really just did that, didn't we?" he asked, a hand moving up to brush softly over your hair.

You let out a soft, amused huff as your eyes finally met his again. You swore you saw his eyes sparkling as he looked at you, an expression of adoration coming over his features. "I guess we did," you laughed lightly.

"Are you mad about it?" Jon asked, his tone seeming genuine.

This time, your brows furrowed. "Why would I be mad?"

He chuckled, leaning to kiss your cheek. "Just checking to see if you'll kill me the next time I ask to kiss you in the backseat of my car."

Another amused giggle fell from your lips. "I wouldn't dare. You're too valuable to kill, no matter if we enjoyed ourselves back here or not."

A playful pout flashed across his face. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy yourself? Because it seemed to me," he paused, moving to suck a harsh kiss on your collarbone, eliciting a gasp from you, "like you were really, really enjoying yourself."

"How long until sundown?" you asked, all breath escaping your lungs for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Jonathan spared a quick glance at his watch. "Probably another half hour, maybe forty-five minutes if we're lucky."

"Better make it count, then."

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