#stonathan fan fiction

[august-slips-away]

Mike looks at him, appraising.

“Funny we didn’t run into you,” Mike says. “Like, at all.”

“Well, I’m not the one with a hit in the LLWS.”

Mike looks startled, uncomfortable. The bad part of Jonathan almost wants to poke at it, this raw and ugly scrape, because Jonathan knows that look like the back of his hand. It’s also because of that familiarity, that deja vu to a failed day at the beach, that Jonathan decides to take pity on him.

“Sixth round, two years of college, minor leagues,” Jonathan explains. “I was easy to miss.”

#baseball au #stranger things fanfiction #jonathan byers #steve harrington #stonathan #stonathan fan fiction #we're back boys #the comedown chapter #as I have taken to calling it #mike wheeler #byler #they are certainly there

[jerry-hornes-foot]

IDK WHAT ARE THE RULES FOR ASKING SOMETHIN I'M SORRY BUT I FOUN YOUR ACCOUNT AND I DIDN'T FOUND NOTHING IN A03 WITH DOM STEVE AND SUB JONATHAN SO PLEASEEE DO IT IM BEGGING with orgasm denial if you want and the rest you can do all you want thank you english it's not my first lenguage sorry if this is weird

Absolutely not weird at all!!! I've never written a stonathan story without a reader character before so I hope this is okay! :))))

Also for anyone ever not sure of my fic rules they're all in my pinned post :)

874 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers

Tags: dom/sub; dom!steve; sub!jonathan; service dom; orgasm denial; handjobs; rimming; blowjobs; begging; hair pulling; biting; dacryphilia; degredation; anal sex; cumshot; mild praise; pet names; good boy (jonathan); baby (jonathan); whore (jonathan); sweet thing (jonathan)

Steve's fingers gently brush Jonathan's hair out of the way, making space for him to sink his teeth down into Jonathan's neck. Jonathan groans roughly, bucking his hips into Steve's hand which is wrapped firmly around his dick. His fingers tangle in the bed sheets, gripping them tightly in his fists as Steve's hand picks up speed. The feeling of Steve's teeth pressing into his skin once more makes his head spin.

"I think I'm gonna- mmmph- !" Jonathan mutters through gritted teeth.

Steve's hand stops instantly, drawing a pathetic whine from Jonathan.

"Not yet, sweet thing." Steve purrs. "You cum when I say."

Jonathan nods obediently. Steve smiles, gently tucking Jonathan's hair behind his ear for him.

"Good boy."

Jonathan's body tenses as Steve's tongue gently flicks of the tip of his cock. Steve isn't sucking his dick, that would be too easy, instead he's gently tracing his tongue along it's length, occasionally running the tip of his tongue around the shaft or along Jonathan's balls. Every now and then he surfaces to make eye contact with Jonathan.

"What's the matter, baby? Not enough for you?"

Jonathan can't even reply, every inch of his body is focused on holding back. He's so close that even these little kitten licks from Steve are about to push him over the edge. Steve's hands, which are firmly pressed into Jonathan's hips pinning hip to the bed, grip tightly to Jonathan's body and in one quick move he rolls Jonathan onto his front. Steve snaps his fingers and, without the need for a word between the two, Jonathan pushes himself up onto all fours.

"Think you can take a little more?" Asks Steve, before running his tongue gently over Jonathan's hole, making him moan desperately.

Jonathan manages only an affirmative grunt in reply. Steve grabs his hair tightly, tugging Jonathan's head back to whisper in his ear,

"Remember, baby, I don't want you to cum until I've got my dick in that tight little ass of yours."

Releasing Jonathan's hair from his grip Steve positions himself behind him, and begins quickly, messily lapping at Jonathan's hole with his tongue. Jonathan shouts and lurches forward, the sudden sensation knocking the wind from his lungs. Steve's tongue rolls inside of him, making his thighs twinge. Reaching forward Jonathan grabs a pillow and pulls it into him, burying his face in it desperately. Every muscle in his body aches with tension. He needs to cum so badly it hurts. Steve's tongue keeps searching expertly inside Jonathan's ass, knowing just where to touch to drive Jonathan absolutely insane. Steve stops suddenly at the sound of a muffled yell from Jonathan into the pillow.

"You okay?" Steve asks, softening his voice for a second and placing a hand on Jonathan's back.

Jonathan turns and looks up at him, face burning red and soaked with tears,

"I can't take anymore!" He cries shakily. "I've got to feel you inside me, I need your dick please, Steve."

A wicked smile reappears on Steve's face.

"Hmm, I don't know if you want it badly enough."

"I do, I do! Please Steve, I'm yours to do whatever you want with, I just need you to fuck me."

"And why's that?" Steve raises an eyebrow, knowing full well he'll get the answer he wants.

"Because I'm a little whore." Jonathan whines desperately. "I'm a whore and I deserve to be treated like one."

Steve gently cups Jonathan's chin in his hand and smiles,

"Such a pretty little whore, too."

Loud moans tear at Jonathan's throat as Steve thrusts into him.

"Christ, baby," Steve grunts, sweat forming on his brow as he jackhammers his hips against Jonathan. "I thought I'd stretched you out so well, but you're still so fuckin tight. Feels so good. I could fuck you all night."

Jonathan groans, his head dropping into the pillow once more, muffling a loud scream.

"Such a good boy for me, aren't you." Steve coos gently. "So well behaved. Always such a good little slut for me."

Steve's cock glides effortlessly in and out of Jonathan, hammering into him and making them both dizzy with pleasure.

"Cum for me, sweet thing." Steve instructs.

Jonathan doesn't have to be told twice. His body explodes, thick ropes of cum spraying onto the mattress below him. Every ounce of energy evaporates from his body, pleasure and exhaustion flooding through his bones all at once. He collapses forward, his whole body spent, but Steve manages to catch him in a strong arm and flip him onto a clean part of the mattress. Steve smiles down at him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh and stroking gently.

"You did so well for me. Think you can get up for a second so I can clean up?"

Steve moves to gently help Jonathan of the bed but Jonathan sits up suddenly, a slight surge of energy rousing his aching body. Placing a gentle hand on Steve's hip Jonathan's eyes flash between Steve's face and his still hard cock.

"Do you think... um... maybe I could help you with that first?" Jonathan mumbles awkwardly.

Steve smiles, cupping Jonathan's face in his hands,

"You know, I can't think of a better use for that pretty little mouth."

#answered #writing requests #stonathan #jonathan byers #steve harrington #stranger things fan fiction #jerryhorneskink

[eddieydewr]

we need to talk about the fujoshi problem in the byler fandom.

i went through a twitter byler's profile, and it was full of yaoi, BL and gay p*rn drawn by women. byler fandom needs to be called out for fetishization of homosexual males.

“we need to talk about the fujoshi problem in the byler fandom”

okay… so you went through ONE profile and now you deem it a fushoji problem? sure, every slash fandom have yaoi shippers but people ship gay ships for varied reasons, it’s not just because they enjoy boy love or are all about guy on guy = hot or whatever. it’s not real, fans can do what they like. is it really fetishising gay men? byler, for example, is fictional. just like drarry, reddie, destiel, johnlock, etc. it becomes a problem when the actors are hounded about it but most of the time, slash shippers stay in their lane.

is it just byler you have an issue with because of their current canon age in season 4? not to mention the real life shipping of the actors in some cases. otherwise, i hope you have the same energy for steddie, harringrove, stonathan…

listen, if you’re a gay man and you have a… fujoshi who wants you to have sex with them, no means no applies here too. you are allowed to have boundaries. you don’t owe anyone sex or even a relationship. just don’t use a stranger things ship as a scapegoat. btw, are you the same anon who said finn is ‘queerbaiting’ himself? because why am i getting these messages? just accuse me of whatever it is you want to accuse me of, or is it bc i’m somehow an authority figure in the fandom?? cos i’m not 😭

#sorry if i read this wrong #beth answers

[messrsbyler]

you know what’s absolutely not funny? how stonathan and stonathan fan fiction have me falling for steve harrington. like, i’ve always been a jonathan girlie, why did i get all giggly and feet kicky with a steve edit on tiktok? this wasn’t on my 2023 bingo?

#not complaining tho #stonathan #steve harrington #jonathan byers

[tiktaalic]

Stonathan fic is the platonic ideal of fan fiction. Like the platonic ideal of elevator music

#etxt

[nancythebisexualslutwheeler]

Hi, would it possible, I don’t know if you’ve done this prompt, to get like a cute ficlet for Kali & Nancy (like them in a relationship) on a double date with Steve & Jonathan?

kalancy + stonathan being friends is my jam and all i can think of is the cliche trope that Nancy & Steve are “dating” and Kali & Jonathan are “dating” so they can protect each other. They have a double date where Jonathan & Steve are sitting together in one booth & across the table is Kali & Nancy & everyone thinks it’s boy/girl pairing but in reality Jonathan keeps grabbing Steve’s hand under the table and Kali has her hand on Nancy’s thigh

I’m combining these two asks, plus a conversation I had with @lesbxdyke​ for this little fic. If you wanna read on ao3, otherwise read below! 

Jonathan and Kali are already sitting at the back booth when Steve and Nancy walk in. Nancy looks good, Kali thinks, she always looks good. Her short hair up in a pink scrunchie, wearing a white sweater and light wash jeans. Kali wishes she could do nothing more than wrap her arms around Nancy’s slim waist and kiss her senseless. But they’re in public. So she just stands up and waves, and gives Steve, her “boyfriend” a hug. He kisses her cheek. He looks good, hair perfectly styled, in what she knows is one of Jonathan’s sweatshirts because the arms are entirely too long for him. Out of the corner of her eye, Nancy is hugging Jonathan, and she kisses his cheek softly. Kali wonders if she’s wearing her favorite watermelon lip gloss tonight.

Finally the “couples” sit down, and Kali’s hand is on Nancy’s thigh before she can even pick up the menu. Nancy giggles at that, and turns to look at Kali, biting her lip. Nancy is beautiful. Her eyelashes are long and black, her eyeliner thin and precise and perfect. She’s got blush high on her cheeks and just a dab of pink gloss on her lips. Kali wants to count her freckles.

“What are you looking at?” Kali asks quietly.

“Something beautiful.”

Kali squeezes her thigh and turns back to her menu. Steve and Jonathan’s voices are getting higher and higher because Steve keeps arguing that Jonathan should order cheese fries so Steve can have them.

“Why don’t you order cheese fries?” Asks Jonathan.

“Because I want onion rings,” Steve says whiningly.

“Well you’re just gonna have to choose,” says Jonathan.

“What a good boyfriend you are,” he mumbles under his breath turning back to the menu.

The girls laugh at him, and decide what they want and it’s not long before the waitress comes up to them,

“What can I get you guys?” She asks, with a snap of her gum.

Kali orders the double bacon cheeseburger, with well done fries, or Nancy will eat them all, and an extra pickle, for Nancy. Nancy orders a chocolate milkshake and a grilled cheese. When it’s Steve’s turn, her poutily orders a mushroom and swiss burger with onion rings, and his face lights up when Jonathan orders a plain hamburger with a side of extra large cheese fries.

“See, you do love me!” says Steve quietly, even as he reaches out to hold Kali’s hand across the table, because he needs to remember his place.

Steve wishes he could do nothing more than hang all over Jonathan. Wrap an arm around his shoulders, his waist, rest his head on his shoulder, ruffle his hair, kiss his forehead, his neck. He likes him so much. It’s such bullshit. The fact that they can’t be together in public. The fact that this whole stupid ass town is homophobic. His only solace is that his best friend happens to be gay too. They’d come up with this whole fake dating scenario while they were drunk one night, still pretending to be dating, in Nancy’s room.

She’d stolen some vodka out of her mom’s liquor cabinet and they were sipping on that and diet coke, sitting on the slant of the roof, right outside her bedroom window. Nancy liked boys and girls, she didn’t know what that made her, and when she’d announced she’d had sex the previous weekend, at some party at the college, their friend Kali had invited her too, he assumed it was a boy. Until she tipsily admitted it had been Kali and the girl had a wicked tongue. She’d blushed as she’d said it, but Steve knew she meant it, knew she loved getting eaten out, and knew how attractive Kali was. It’s not until a few drinks later when he admits Jonathan is good with his fingers, and Nancy nearly tosses him off the roof, because they’re supposed to tell each other everything dammit.

It’s neither here nor there that Nancy hadn’t told him about her sexcapades. They both gush over the other, how Jonathan is actually really cool and has great taste in music. He’d made Steve a mixtape and he adored it. Nancy had stated how Kali had let her wear her leather jacket home and it made her feel warm and protected. The thing was, no matter how much they all cared about each other, they still lived in a time where this simply wasn’t allowed.

In order to avoid suspicion, especially for the boys, so they’d announced that Steve and Nancy were together, and so was Jonathan and Kali. While the four of them had been friends, this gave them an excuse to constantly be seen together. If it was just Nancy and Kali somewhere, they figured that they were waiting for Jonathan and Steve. Or if Steve and Jonathan were somewhere, trying on clothes or buying beer and cigarettes, it was assumed, it would be for their girlfriends, and unfortunately that was the way it had to be. The four of them didn’t mind hanging out together, it was fun. There were no boundaries between them, as their couldn’t really be, being the only gay teens in their town, and best friends.

For example, if Steve’s parents would be out of town, instead of throwing parties like he’d used to, he’d invite the girls and Jonathan over. Sometimes they’d watch a movie yeah, or get high and make brownies, they’d play drinking games or card games or dance to music, but what Steve’s empty house really meant was a safe place to fuck. Kali and Nancy could practically move in to the spare bedroom if they wanted, and Nancy had taken to leaving spare toiletries and clothes over there. Steve’s parents loved Nancy, and it had been forever since a relative had visited, and Steve had told them about a hard time Nancy had been having lately. Not only that, but if Nancy was sleeping in the spare bedroom, that meant she wasn’t sleeping in Steve’s.

Steve’s parents were in town, along with everyone else’s, so they were at the diner on a date. Even though Kali’s hand rests hotly on Nancy’s thigh, or Steve’s palm is sweaty because his fingers are linked with Jonathan’s, it’s not exactly the same. It’s still fun, of course it is. Nancy’s playing with Kali’s hair and begging her for the fifth time to help color it. Kali’s dipping her fries in Nancy’s milkshake to her horror, but Kali still wants to lean in and kiss Nancy’s lip gloss off her soft lips. Steve is eating more cheese fries than Jonathan, licking his fingers teasingly, as Jonathan attempts to eat his burger. Steve’s lips are greasy and red, and his hair is starting to fall a bit, but he looks adorable. The air is blasting in the diner, and there’s goosebumps on his arms, and Jonathan wants nothing more than to slide off his plaid and put it around Steve’s shoulders.

“Hey, after this do you guys wanna go to the lookout?” Steve asks, as if noticing the look in Jonathan’s eye.

The lookout is a patch of land at the edge of town. It used to be a huge makeout spot years ago, but the police had blocked it off after lots of drug activity. You could still get there, if you drove a roundabout way and didn’t care about trekking through the woods for about half a mile. It’s not like any of them really had a choice and it wasn’t like it was bad. Jonathan always had blankets in the back of his car, a small boombox and weed. Steve was cuddly when he was high, and he wanted nothing more than to lay on his favorite quilt, high, with Steve resting on his chest, prefferably shirtless, lsitening to The Clash in the distance, and Nancy going on about the stars.

Drunk Nancy never shut the hell up, which Kali found adorable, because she never talked much sober. But she’d go on, on rants, talks of the future, random rants. It was beautiful. Kali would kiss her to shut up sometimes, mostly when Steve had been lulled to sleep by the sound of her voice, and the comfort of Joanthan’s eyes around him, and Kali wanted attention from her girlfriend. Want Nancy to straddle her, have her girlfriend half naked in the moonlight.

“Oh hell yeah,” said Nancy, “My parents are at a cocktail party, I have until at least one.”

“Can’t you say you’re staying at my place?” Kali asks, brown eyes wide.

“And stay where?”

“My mom would probably be down for letting us stay at my place. But no funny business,” He warns, eyes on Nancy.

“UH! You better talk to your boy about funny business,” she hisses, cheeks pink.

“Oh I’m gonna wear him out before we get home,” Jonathan says, squeezing Steve’s hand.

Steve winks, “Is that true?”

“You bet your sweet ass it is.”

“Check please,” calls Steve waving his hand.

Nancy laughs so hard she almost chokes on her milkshake, and Kali slaps her back,

“I don’t know what you’re laughing for.”

“Oh I’m going to give you a run for your money,” Nancy says, going to stack up their plates. “You always do,” Kali says, patting her thigh, wishing she could do more. But then she realizes she has the whole night to lavish her girlfriend in the attention she deserves.

“Boys are paying right?” Asks Nancy, tapping Kali so she can slide out of the booth.

“Well shit, I guess so,” Steve says as Nancy heads to the back corner of the bathroom.

It’s not thirty seconds before Kali stands up, and jerks a thumb back towards the bathroom, “Um, I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta go… do… some stuff.”

Jonathan looks at Steve, “Is that we’re calling Nancy these days?”

The waitress comes back and delivers their check and they wait, a bit impatiently for the girls to come out of the bathroom. Nancy comes first, looking out of breath, face red and lips swollen. Then Kali comes, flipping up the collar of her leather jacket to cover her neck.

“Strategically staggered entrances, you two are very subtle,” deadpans Steve, standing up so they can all leave.

“Shut up Harrington,” Kali says, linking arms with Jonathan, “Or my boyfriend is gonna kick your ass?”

Steve looks Jonathan up and down, “Eh, I could take him.”

And they head out into the cooling summer night.

Jonathan and Kali are already sitting at the back booth when Steve and Nancy walk in. Nancy looks good, Kali thinks, she always looks good. Her short hair up in a pink scrunchie, wearing a white sweater and light wash jeans. Kali wishes she could do nothing more than wrap her arms around Nancy’s slim waist and kiss her senseless. But they’re in public. So she just stands up and waves, and gives Steve, her “boyfriend” a hug. He kisses her cheek. He looks good, hair perfectly styled, in what she knows is one of Jonathan’s sweatshirts because the arms are entirely too long for him. Out of the corner of her eye, Nancy is hugging Jonathan, and she kisses his cheek softly. Kali wonders if she’s wearing her favorite watermelon lip gloss tonight.

Finally the “couples” sit down, and Kali’s hand is on Nancy’s thigh before she can even pick up the menu. Nancy giggles at that, and turns to look at Kali, biting her lip. Nancy is beautiful. Her eyelashes are long and black, her eyeliner thin and precise and perfect. She’s got blush high on her cheeks and just a dab of pink gloss on her lips. Kali wants to count her freckles.

“What are you looking at?” Kali asks quietly.

“Something beautiful.”

Kali squeezes her thigh and turns back to her menu. Steve and Jonathan’s voices are getting higher and higher because Steve keeps arguing that Jonathan should order cheese fries so Steve can have them.

“Why don’t you order cheese fries?” Asks Jonathan.

“Because I want onion rings,” Steve says whiningly.

“Well you’re just gonna have to choose,” says Jonathan.

“What a good boyfriend you are,” he mumbles under his breath turning back to the menu.

The girls laugh at him, and decide what they want and it’s not long before the waitress comes up to them,

“What can I get you guys?” She asks, with a snap of her gum.

Kali orders the double bacon cheeseburger, with well done fries, or Nancy will eat them all, and an extra pickle, for Nancy. Nancy orders a chocolate milkshake and a grilled cheese. When it’s Steve’s turn, her poutily orders a mushroom and swiss burger with onion rings, and his face lights up when Jonathan orders a plain hamburger with a side of extra large cheese fries.

“See, you do love me!” says Steve quietly, even as he reaches out to hold Kali’s hand across the table, because he needs to remember his place.

Steve wishes he could do nothing more than hang all over Jonathan. Wrap an arm around his shoulders, his waist, rest his head on his shoulder, ruffle his hair, kiss his forehead, his neck. He likes him so much. It’s such bullshit. The fact that they can’t be together in public. The fact that this whole stupid ass town is homophobic. His only solace is that his best friend happens to be gay too. They’d come up with this whole fake dating scenario while they were drunk one night, still pretending to be dating, in Nancy’s room.

She’d stolen some vodka out of her mom’s liquor cabinet and they were sipping on that and diet coke, sitting on the slant of the roof, right outside her bedroom window. Nancy liked boys and girls, she didn’t know what that made her, and when she’d announced she’d had sex the previous weekend, at some party at the college, their friend Kali had invited her too, he assumed it was a boy. Until she tipsily admitted it had been Kali and the girl had a wicked tongue. She’d blushed as she’d said it, but Steve knew she meant it, knew she loved getting eaten out, and knew how attractive Kali was. It’s not until a few drinks later when he admits Jonathan is good with his fingers, and Nancy nearly tosses him off the roof, because they’re supposed to tell each other everything dammit.  

It’s neither here nor there that Nancy hadn’t told him about her sexcapades. They both gush over the other, how Jonathan is actually really cool and has great taste in music. He’d made Steve a mixtape and he adored it. Nancy had stated how Kali had let her wear her leather jacket home and it made her feel warm and protected. The thing was, no matter how much they all cared about each other, they still lived in a time where this simply wasn’t allowed.

In order to avoid suspicion, especially for the boys, so they’d announced that Steve and Nancy were together, and so was Jonathan and Kali. While the four of them had been friends, this gave them an excuse to constantly be seen together. If it was just Nancy and Kali somewhere, they figured that they were waiting for Jonathan and Steve. Or if Steve and Jonathan were somewhere, trying on clothes or buying beer and cigarettes, it was assumed, it would be for their girlfriends, and unfortunately that was the way it had to be. The four of them didn’t mind hanging out together, it was fun. There were no boundaries between them, as their couldn’t really be, being the only gay teens in their town, and best friends.

For example, if Steve’s parents would be out of town, instead of throwing parties like he’d used to, he’d invite the girls and Jonathan over. Sometimes they’d watch a movie yeah, or get high and make brownies, they’d play drinking games or card games or dance to music, but what Steve’s empty house really meant was a safe place to fuck. Kali and Nancy could practically move in to the spare bedroom if they wanted, and Nancy had taken to leaving spare toiletries and clothes over there. Steve’s parents loved Nancy, and it had been forever since a relative had visited, and Steve had told them about a hard time Nancy had been having lately. Not only that, but if Nancy was sleeping in the spare bedroom, that meant she wasn’t sleeping in Steve’s.

Steve’s parents were in town, along with everyone else’s, so they were at the diner on a date. Even though Kali’s hand rests hotly on Nancy’s thigh, or Steve’s palm is sweaty because his fingers are linked with Jonathan’s, it’s not exactly the same. It’s still fun, of course it is. Nancy’s playing with Kali’s hair and begging her for the fifth time to help color it. Kali’s dipping her fries in Nancy’s milkshake to her horror, but Kali still wants to lean in and kiss Nancy’s lip gloss off her soft lips. Steve is eating more cheese fries than Jonathan, licking his fingers teasingly, as Jonathan attempts to eat his burger. Steve’s lips are greasy and red, and his hair is starting to fall a bit, but he looks adorable. The air is blasting in the diner, and there’s goosebumps on his arms, and Jonathan wants nothing more than to slide off his plaid and put it around Steve’s shoulders.

“Hey, after this do you guys wanna go to the lookout?” Steve asks, as if noticing the look in Jonathan’s eye.

The lookout is a patch of land at the edge of town. It used to be a huge makeout spot years ago, but the police had blocked it off after lots of drug activity. You could still get there, if you drove a roundabout way and didn’t care about trekking through the woods for about half a mile. It’s not like any of them really had a choice and it wasn’t like it was bad. Jonathan always had blankets in the back of his car, a small boombox and weed. Steve was cuddly when he was high, and he wanted nothing more than to lay on his favorite quilt, high, with Steve resting on his chest, prefferably shirtless, lsitening to The Clash in the distance, and Nancy going on about the stars.

Drunk Nancy never shut the hell up, which Kali found adorable, because she never talked much sober. But she’d go on, on rants, talks of the future, random rants. It was beautiful. Kali would kiss her to shut up sometimes, mostly when Steve had been lulled to sleep by the sound of her voice, and the comfort of Joanthan’s eyes around him, and Kali wanted attention from her girlfriend. Want Nancy to straddle her, have her girlfriend half naked in the moonlight.

“Oh hell yeah,” said Nancy, “My parents are at a cocktail party, I have until at least one.”

“Can’t you say you’re staying at my place?” Kali asks, brown eyes wide.

“And stay where?”

“My mom would probably be down for letting us stay at my place. But no funny business,” He warns, eyes on Nancy.

“UH! You better talk to your boy about funny business,” she hisses, cheeks pink.

“Oh I’m gonna wear him out before we get home,” Jonathan says, squeezing Steve’s hand.

Steve winks,

“Is that true?”

“You bet your sweet ass it is.”

“Check please,” calls Steve waving his hand.

Nancy laughs so hard she almost chokes on her milkshake, and Kali slaps her back,

“I don’t know what you’re laughing for.”

“Oh I’m going to give you a run for your money,” Nancy says, going to stack up their plates.

“You always do,” Kali says, patting her thigh, wishing she could do more. But then she realizes she has the whole night to lavish her girlfriend in the attention she deserves.

“Boys are paying right?” Asks Nancy, tapping Kali so she can slide out of the booth.

“Well shit, I guess so,” Steve says as Nancy heads to the back corner of the bathroom.

It’s not thirty seconds before Kali stands up, and jerks a thumb back towards the bathroom,

“Um, I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta go… do… some stuff.”

Jonathan looks at Steve,

“Is that we’re calling Nancy these days?”

The waitress comes back and delivers their check and they wait, a bit impatiently for the girls to come out of the bathroom. Nancy comes first, looking out of breath, face red and lips swollen. Then Kali comes, flipping up the collar of her leather jacket to cover her neck.

“Strategically staggered entrances, you two are very subtle,” deadpans Steve, standing up so they can all leave.

“Shut up Harrington,” Kali says, linking arms with Jonathan, “Or my boyfriend is gonna kick your ass?”

Steve looks Jonathan up and down,

“Eh, I could take him.”

And they head out into the cooling summer night.

Jonathan and Kali are already sitting at the back booth when Steve and Nancy walk in. Nancy looks good, Kali thinks, she always looks good. Her short hair up in a pink scrunchie, wearing a white sweater and light wash jeans. Kali wishes she could do nothing more than wrap her arms around Nancy’s slim waist and kiss her senseless. But they’re in public. So she just stands up and waves, and gives Steve, her “boyfriend” a hug. He kisses her cheek. He looks good, hair perfectly styled, in what she knows is one of Jonathan’s sweatshirts because the arms are entirely too long for him. Out of the corner of her eye, Nancy is hugging Jonathan, and she kisses his cheek softly. Kali wonders if she’s wearing her favorite watermelon lip gloss tonight.

Finally the “couples” sit down, and Kali’s hand is on Nancy’s thigh before she can even pick up the menu. Nancy giggles at that, and turns to look at Kali, biting her lip. Nancy is beautiful. Her eyelashes are long and black, her eyeliner thin and precise and perfect. She’s got blush high on her cheeks and just a dab of pink gloss on her lips. Kali wants to count her freckles.

“What are you looking at?” Kali asks quietly.

“Something beautiful.”

Kali squeezes her thigh and turns back to her menu. Steve and Jonathan’s voices are getting higher and higher because Steve keeps arguing that Jonathan should order cheese fries so Steve can have them.

“Why don’t you order cheese fries?” Asks Jonathan.

“Because I want onion rings,” Steve says whiningly.

“Well you’re just gonna have to choose,” says Jonathan.

“What a good boyfriend you are,” he mumbles under his breath turning back to the menu.

The girls laugh at him, and decide what they want and it’s not long before the waitress comes up to them,

“What can I get you guys?” She asks, with a snap of her gum.

Kali orders the double bacon cheeseburger, with well done fries, or Nancy will eat them all, and an extra pickle, for Nancy. Nancy orders a chocolate milkshake and a grilled cheese. When it’s Steve’s turn, her poutily orders a mushroom and swiss burger with onion rings, and his face lights up when Jonathan orders a plain hamburger with a side of extra large cheese fries.

“See, you do love me!” says Steve quietly, even as he reaches out to hold Kali’s hand across the table, because he needs to remember his place.

Steve wishes he could do nothing more than hang all over Jonathan. Wrap an arm around his shoulders, his waist, rest his head on his shoulder, ruffle his hair, kiss his forehead, his neck. He likes him so much. It’s such bullshit. The fact that they can’t be together in public. The fact that this whole stupid ass town is homophobic. His only solace is that his best friend happens to be gay too. They’d come up with this whole fake dating scenario while they were drunk one night, still pretending to be dating, in Nancy’s room.

She’d stolen some vodka out of her mom’s liquor cabinet and they were sipping on that and diet coke, sitting on the slant of the roof, right outside her bedroom window. Nancy liked boys and girls, she didn’t know what that made her, and when she’d announced she’d had sex the previous weekend, at some party at the college, their friend Kali had invited her too, he assumed it was a boy. Until she tipsily admitted it had been Kali and the girl had a wicked tongue. She’d blushed as she’d said it, but Steve knew she meant it, knew she loved getting eaten out, and knew how attractive Kali was. It’s not until a few drinks later when he admits Jonathan is good with his fingers, and Nancy nearly tosses him off the roof, because they’re supposed to tell each other everything dammit.  

It’s neither here nor there that Nancy hadn’t told him about her sexcapades. They both gush over the other, how Jonathan is actually really cool and has great taste in music. He’d made Steve a mixtape and he adored it. Nancy had stated how Kali had let her wear her leather jacket home and it made her feel warm and protected. The thing was, no matter how much they all cared about each other, they still lived in a time where this simply wasn’t allowed.

In order to avoid suspicion, especially for the boys, so they’d announced that Steve and Nancy were together, and so was Jonathan and Kali. While the four of them had been friends, this gave them an excuse to constantly be seen together. If it was just Nancy and Kali somewhere, they figured that they were waiting for Jonathan and Steve. Or if Steve and Jonathan were somewhere, trying on clothes or buying beer and cigarettes, it was assumed, it would be for their girlfriends, and unfortunately that was the way it had to be. The four of them didn’t mind hanging out together, it was fun. There were no boundaries between them, as their couldn’t really be, being the only gay teens in their town, and best friends.

For example, if Steve’s parents would be out of town, instead of throwing parties like he’d used to, he’d invite the girls and Jonathan over. Sometimes they’d watch a movie yeah, or get high and make brownies, they’d play drinking games or card games or dance to music, but what Steve’s empty house really meant was a safe place to fuck. Kali and Nancy could practically move in to the spare bedroom if they wanted, and Nancy had taken to leaving spare toiletries and clothes over there. Steve’s parents loved Nancy, and it had been forever since a relative had visited, and Steve had told them about a hard time Nancy had been having lately. Not only that, but if Nancy was sleeping in the spare bedroom, that meant she wasn’t sleeping in Steve’s.

Steve’s parents were in town, along with everyone else’s, so they were at the diner on a date. Even though Kali’s hand rests hotly on Nancy’s thigh, or Steve’s palm is sweaty because his fingers are linked with Jonathan’s, it’s not exactly the same. It’s still fun, of course it is. Nancy’s playing with Kali’s hair and begging her for the fifth time to help color it. Kali’s dipping her fries in Nancy’s milkshake to her horror, but Kali still wants to lean in and kiss Nancy’s lip gloss off her soft lips. Steve is eating more cheese fries than Jonathan, licking his fingers teasingly, as Jonathan attempts to eat his burger. Steve’s lips are greasy and red, and his hair is starting to fall a bit, but he looks adorable. The air is blasting in the diner, and there’s goosebumps on his arms, and Jonathan wants nothing more than to slide off his plaid and put it around Steve’s shoulders.

“Hey, after this do you guys wanna go to the lookout?” Steve asks, as if noticing the look in Jonathan’s eye.

The lookout is a patch of land at the edge of town. It used to be a huge makeout spot years ago, but the police had blocked it off after lots of drug activity. You could still get there, if you drove a roundabout way and didn’t care about trekking through the woods for about half a mile. It’s not like any of them really had a choice and it wasn’t like it was bad. Jonathan always had blankets in the back of his car, a small boombox and weed. Steve was cuddly when he was high, and he wanted nothing more than to lay on his favorite quilt, high, with Steve resting on his chest, prefferably shirtless, lsitening to The Clash in the distance, and Nancy going on about the stars.

Drunk Nancy never shut the hell up, which Kali found adorable, because she never talked much sober. But she’d go on, on rants, talks of the future, random rants. It was beautiful. Kali would kiss her to shut up sometimes, mostly when Steve had been lulled to sleep by the sound of her voice, and the comfort of Joanthan’s eyes around him, and Kali wanted attention from her girlfriend. Want Nancy to straddle her, have her girlfriend half naked in the moonlight.

“Oh hell yeah,” said Nancy, “My parents are at a cocktail party, I have until at least one.”

“Can’t you say you’re staying at my place?” Kali asks, brown eyes wide.

“And stay where?”

“My mom would probably be down for letting us stay at my place. But no funny business,” He warns, eyes on Nancy.

“UH! You better talk to your boy about funny business,” she hisses, cheeks pink.

“Oh I’m gonna wear him out before we get home,” Jonathan says, squeezing Steve’s hand.

Steve winks,

“Is that true?”

“You bet your sweet ass it is.”

“Check please,” calls Steve waving his hand.

Nancy laughs so hard she almost chokes on her milkshake, and Kali slaps her back,

“I don’t know what you’re laughing for.”

“Oh I’m going to give you a run for your money,” Nancy says, going to stack up their plates.

“You always do,” Kali says, patting her thigh, wishing she could do more. But then she realizes she has the whole night to lavish her girlfriend in the attention she deserves.

“Boys are paying right?” Asks Nancy, tapping Kali so she can slide out of the booth.

“Well shit, I guess so,” Steve says as Nancy heads to the back corner of the bathroom.

It’s not thirty seconds before Kali stands up, and jerks a thumb back towards the bathroom,

“Um, I’ll be right back, I’ve gotta go… do… some stuff.”

Jonathan looks at Steve,

“Is that we’re calling Nancy these days?”

The waitress comes back and delivers their check and they wait, a bit impatiently for the girls to come out of the bathroom. Nancy comes first, looking out of breath, face red and lips swollen. Then Kali comes, flipping up the collar of her leather jacket to cover her neck.

“Strategically staggered entrances, you two are very subtle,” deadpans Steve, standing up so they can all leave.

“Shut up Harrington,” Kali says, linking arms with Jonathan, “Or my boyfriend is gonna kick your ass?”

Steve looks Jonathan up and down,

“Eh, I could take him.”

And they head out into the cooling summer night.

#asks #anon #stonathan #stonathan fan fiction #stonathan fan fic #kalancy #kalancy fan fic #kalancy fan fiction #stranger things fan fic #stranger things fan fiction #fan fiction #lgbtq #wlw #mlm #stranger things #Nancy Wheeler #Kali Prasad #steve harrington #jonathan byers

[sunwarmed-ash]

Me: Man I got a lot of shit to do today

Stranger Things, all mediums: Shhh, no you don’t.

#so much fan fiction #stranger things #jancy #stancy #stonathan #stonancy #nancy x jonathan x steve #season 2 is so good #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers

[sevensided]

7, 11, 14 and 22 for the ask game

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

I’ll be honest. Way before I was at all involved with the fandom and was a casual viewer, I read H*rringrove fic. I wouldn’t say I read a lot but I’ve read enough to get the idea. And then I actually began reading posts about it and thought more critically about B*lly’s role in the story and I just point-blank stopped. I think even at the time I was a little uneasy (I mean, it was literally so obvious in canon that B*lly was racist to Lucas. Like, you do not have to be a genius to figure that one out). I mean... why ship Steve with someone like that when there’s Stonathan? Or even Joncy? Like, c’mon... So, yeah, not a great moment for me.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Answered before! It’s Karen. :)

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

I don’t give a fig, so I’ll also answer this honestly. There are too many fetishistic depictions of Byler in the fandom. I can only really interact with a handful of people in fandom because of this problem. It’s not just adult fandom members writing pedoph*lic fic about teenagers, it’s also this sort of cutesy, babyish way of thinking about or looking at Mike and Will. I’ve gone on so many rants about people depicting Will as feminine or passive and I’ve had it up to here. I have weirdly fierce aversions to, like, modern AUs where they text each other and stuff, or anything involving social media, or idk just... I almost can’t explain it, but it just irritates me. I guess because I’m more interested in nuanced/slow/sensitive/mature approaches to relationships in fiction that I feel so strongly about this. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t actually read any Byler fan fiction -- too much of it is just immature.

Popular character you hate?

Don’t give me grief, but... Dustin. Like, I like him. He’s sweet. But he’s also... annoying. And I think he’s given way, way too much screentime. I legitimately like Lucas and Max so much more than Dustin. I just... I want more of them. Less Dustybuns. Please.

#ask game #answered #thank you! #Anonymous

[tibby]

I feel like u Must have seen or at least heard of Cursed 2005 but Milo ventimilla and jesse eisenberg in that movie r literally so stonathon, the scene when milos character comes out to jess eisenbergs character who is still too repressed to realize he is also gay is literally preemptive stonthon fan fiction! The whole dynamic is stonathon to a tee

oh i absolutely have seen it milo (eastegg) got me to watch it by saying it’s just stonathan and you know what. it totally is.

#ask #Anonymous

[dutifullymadameashley]

The ST fandom is going mad with s2 theories and I'm just over here quietly composing a fic about two small town boys falling in love / lust with each other...

#Stranger things #fan fiction #stonathan

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Kinktober ~ Day Nine

Deepthroating | Threesome | Lactation

1919 words

18+ only

Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x Gender Neutral Reader

Smut, Some Comfort

Tags: threesome; BDSM; dom/sub; dom!reader; dom!jonathan; sub!steve; service topping; striptease; masturbation; rimjobs; blowjobs; handjobs; friends with benefits; platonic sex; friendship; porn with feelings; comfort; drinking

Any additional tags you would like added feel free to DM me :)

The room is buzzing with energy. The lights are dim and the music, which seems to fill the entire house, blasts over the top of several disparate voices, all deep in conversation. You're sat in a back corner, perched on the edge of a tiny couch. Jonathan is sitting cross legged on the floor in front of you, passing you CDs from a large disorganised bookshelf and excitedly telling you stories about the production of each one. It's not often you get to see him so animated, but he seems so relaxed tonight and you're glad to see him so happy. It's been a few months since you've had the chance to talk like this, he got himself a little photography studio up in Indianapolis and had been working pretty steadily since then. You pass him back the last of the CDs and he slots it back into the shelf,

"Anyway," he says, shrugging and laughing awkwardly, "I'm rambling I'm sorry."

"I'm enjoying it." You reply with a smile. "I've missed you!"

Jonathan smiles and shifts his gaze to the floor, blushing slightly. You can see his lips move slightly, trying to formulate the words to tell you he missed you too, but you know he finds it hard to express what your friendship means to him. You lean back against the couch and take a look around the room,

"Anyone take your fancy?" You say, signalling into the crowded party.

The tension in Jonathan's shoulders eases instantly. He takes a look around and laughs, shaking his head at you.

"Aw come on!" You playfully push his knee with your foot. "You're saying there's not a single fuckable person in the room?"

"I mean there is, but he came with you." He replies absent mindedly, face falling as he realises he's just said that out loud.

You choke slightly on your beer in surprise. A shocked open-mouth smile splits over your face and Jonathan's flushes a deep red.

"I don't mean... I just... It's not... You know it's just..." He sputters, staring down into his beer.

You lean forward and poke at his ribs, "Ooooooooh! You like Steve!"

He laughs, smile reappearing on his face as he realises you're not mad. He bats your hands away gently,

"It's not like that! I don't like Steve - well, I do he's my friend, but I mean... I don't like him like that, I just..."

"Want to have sex with him?"

"I mean, it's not like I haven't thought about it."

The tingling sensation that ripples under your jeans when he says that catches you off guard. You shift slightly in your seat and cast your eyes down into your bottle. Now it's you who's awkwardly stuttering and blushing.

"W-would you still think about it?" You ask, nervously peeling the label off the side of your beer.

"I don't know, it feels too weird when you two are together, you know? You're my friends... I want you to be happy."

There's a painful pause.

"What if I was there too?"

You flick your eyes up to Jonathan again, desperately hoping he'll reply before the white hot embarrassment of the question burn you alive. He's staring at you, his expression completely unreadable. A few more horrific seconds tick past before Jonathan raises an eyebrow, a slight smile curls at the corner of his lips,

"I mean we'd have to ask Steve."

As if on queue Steve comes bounding through the crowded room, three more beers clutched in his hands. You flash Jonathan a look before Steve gets to you, he shrugs at you then nods his head encouragingly. Steve flops down beside you, passing the bottles around and popping the cap off his with his keys.

"What are you dickheads talking about?"

You and Jonathan take take another furtive glance at each other. Jonathan scrambles awkwardly to his feet,

"I was, uh, just headed to the bathroom."

Steve watches him as he shuffles out of the room, then turns to you, brow furrowed, slightly confused by the way his friends are behaving. You move your body to face him and take a deep breath,

"Could I ask you something?"

It didn't take much at all to convince Steve, in fact you were surprised how eager he was. Before you know it you're home, perched on your knees at the end of your bed as Steve lies flat on his back, Jonathan's lips pressed firmly against his. You watch them intently, lightly biting down on your lip as you watch Jonathan's knee slide upwards and gently rub into Steve's crotch. His hand catches Steve's wrist and pins it hard to the mattress. You had all sat down when you got home to talk things over, discuss boundaries and things, and you had been pleasantly surprised to discover that you and Jonathan share the same dominant streak. Considering how much of a little brat Steve can be, you both agreed, having two of you two look after him seemed like the perfect plan. You watch them for a few minutes, admiring the way their lips massage into each other. Eventually you crawl forward, moving Jonathan's arm slightly so you can unbutton Steve's jeans and slide them off him. Jonathan pulls Steve towards him, slipping his fingers under Steve's t shirt and lifting it up over his head. Together you undress him, stripping him completely nude. Jonathan slips of the bed and holds his hand out to you, helping you up to stand in front of him. Standing so that Steve can get a good look at you both, you undress each other. Steve remains still on the bed, eyes dancing over your bodies, his hand gently stroking his cock as he watches your fingers run over each others skin.

Jonathan's lips are pressed against Steve's once again, both of Steve's wrists now pinned tightly against the pillow above his head. You carefully move Steve's hand away from his cock and replace it with your own, slowly gliding up and down, listening as Steve groans into Jonathan's lips. Jonathan's arms are tensed, muscles flexing with the force he's pressing Steve's hands down into the bed. You take your other hand and run it up and down Steve's thigh, letting your fingers gently graze his balls each time you reach the top. A louder moan pours out of his mouth as Jonathan's teeth sink into his shoulder. Peppering kisses onto Steve's warm skin, Jonathan slowly makes his way down Steve's torso to where your hand is. Sliding his own hand down in between Steve's legs, cradling his balls and delicately massaging them while you continue to pump Steve's dick. A profane exclamation from the other end of the bed lets you know that your teamwork is paying off. Jonathan flashes you a look and you lift your hand away. You take Steve's hands and roll him on top of you, pulling at the backs of his thighs to force him onto all fours. Dragging his head towards you, you kiss him, hard. Jonathan positions himself behind Steve, knees straddling your calves, carefully spreading Steve's cheeks and sliding his tongue into Steve's hole. You carry on for some time, your lips pressing hard into Steve's whilst Jonathan's tongue continues lapping hungrily. Sweet, muffled moans spill into your mouth as Steve's head swims with pleasure.

Moving Steve off you, the pair of you take his arms and pull him off the bed onto his feet. Jonathan spins him around and knocks him forward with a firm push, so that Steve is bent over supporting himself on the edge of the bed. Holding tightly to Steve's hips Jonathan starts to tease his hole with the tip of his cock. There is a gap between his knees and the mattress just big enough for you to slip yourself into. Steve cries out as he is filled up with Jonathan's dick, and simultaneously feels his own hard cock slide into your mouth. Jonathan starts to pick up a rhythm, slamming his hips into Steve's, creating a domino effect that thrust Steve's cock further into your mouth. You've never heard Steve be this loud in bed before, crying out with each concurrent stroke. You slide your hands up onto Steve's hips so that they are holding tightly to Jonathan's, bobbing your head with more force and pressing your tongue deep into his skin. Eventually Jonathan's hips are thrusting so hard you don't even need to move your head, the force of Steve's body being knocked forward doing all the work for you. Carefully slipping your mouth away, you slowly get to your feet, lifting Steve's arms and draping them over your shoulders, careful to not disrupt Jonathan's rhythm. You lock eyes with Jonathan over Steve's shoulder,

"Ever wondered what Steve tastes like?"

Jonathan nods, too breathless to reply, and leans in to catch your lips which are soaked with precum. You slide your tongue into his mouth, Steve's hair brushing the sides of your faces as you kiss over the top of him. He's clinging desperately to your shoulders, loud groans echoing in your ears as Jonathan pounds against him. His weight starts to press down on you as his knees start to give way. One of Jonathan's hands is gripping the back of your neck, hungrily drawing Steve's taste from your tongue. Steve's nails run scratches down your back, his legs are shaking, and his voice starts to quiver slightly as he cries out. With one final sharp tense of his muscles you feel your thigh sprayed with cum, and you let Steve collapse onto you. Helping Steve back into the bed you clean him up and get him tucked in. You and Jonathan lie on either side of him, gently stroking both sides of his hair. After a little while he drifts off to sleep, a soft smile still playing on his lips.

You find some pyjamas for Jonathan and set to work setting up the couch for him while he puts them on. He shuffles into the living room and helps you put fresh sheets on the bedclothes you've got for him. It's strange, but things don't feel any different than they did, you had been worried things might be weird between you but here you both were as if nothing had ever happened. Jonathan smiles at you and bats you with one of the pillows to get your attention, drawing you out of the deep thought.

"Thanks." He says, lifting the corners of the duvet so you can grab them with the cover.

"For what?" You say, raising your eyebrow at him as you shake out the cover and fling the duvet over the couch.

Jonathan sits down on top of the neatly made up covers and smiles again.

"I couldn't have done something like that if I didn't really trust you, you know. I just... You're really important to me and I wouldn't want to lose that, and I'm glad we can do something like this and still be..." He reaches his hand out and takes yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Friends."

You smile back and sit down beside him, gently resting your head on his shoulder. Tears brim in your eyes at the thought of how deeply you care for him. You're so filled with relief it's overwhelming. For once it was you who couldn't find the words to express how important he is to you. You squeeze his hand tightly,

"I'm glad we're friends too."

#kinktober #kinktober 2021 #jerry jornes kink #jerryhorneskink #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x steve harringon #stonathan #jonathan byers x steve harrington x reader #gender neutral reader #stranger things fan fiction #drinking cw

[strangerthanjonathan]

You actually made me think about the characters instead of focusing on the supernatural plot(i do that a lot without noticing), i like you. Thank you. Also, i have to ask: how do you feel about billy/steve outnumbering jonathan/steve on AO3? (I'm kinda not okay. Very 'wtf' tbh)

I think about the characters far more than the plot. I get into shows that have supernatural/fictional things going on and then just attach my way into the characters. It’s the reason I can step back and critique the show as a whole, because I’m not specifically attached to the plot, I’m attached to the characters because I have identity problems and caring about characters and adopting personality traits from characters is kind of a thing I do to cope with my life.

I’m so very glad that you like me, I really do appreciate it because I don’t hear it all too often irl. 

Below the cut is an anti-Billy rant, don’t like, don’t read!

At first the whole Billy/Steve thing really bothered me because I was examining myself and wondering if I was being jealous or overreacting to a pairing simply because I didn’t like the pairing. I’ve come to realize that I’m not wrong in disliking Billy, I’m allowed to hate characters, and I’m allowed to find flaws in characters. My core problem with the Billy/Steve fans is simply that it’s about fetishizing. And not just straight girls, anyone can fetishize mlm relationships. If you look at Billy/Steve fics, a lot of them are smut fics and a lot of them focus on the sexual aspects of the relationship. 

This is merely because these people are only interested in two hot guys having a relationship, it’s at the core of it, no matter how much they argue. If Dacre hadn’t been casted as Billy (or any hot guy), this wouldn’t even be a ship. It’s a heated debate and at first I made posts about how liking Billy was disgusting and I couldn’t believe people sympathize with him…

But I’ve come to terms with the fact that people will always do things like that, that aren’t exactly right (though they will immediately charge in to say it’s just fiction and this and that) and that I won’t like that. I think the thing to remember is that you should do what makes you comfortable, and if that involves blocking Billy Hargrove stans and Billy/Steve shippers then do so because that’s exactly what I do.

Billy is abusive and scary and the idea that Steve would be with him is just ludicrous so I honestly couldn’t care less about them having more fics than Stonathan simply because I don’t desire to be part of a ship fandom that sexualizes and disrespects mlm relationships. And those fics that don’t really focus on sexual aspects are really just scary in general, because it makes me almost afraid for those people…  There’s a lot about that side of the fandom that just freaks me out, seeing their posts and stumbling upon their blogs gives me this anxiety…

I’ve been on the bad end of emotional abuse, which is minor compared to what some people have suffered so I’m not going to go around acting like a victim. But seeing someone be able to get away with things and get called adorable and cute and sweet and soft when in reality they’re an abuser, it makes me nauseous and honestly a little angry. 

#donnysasks

[stranger-dustin]

‘Stranger Things’ Season 2 Spoilers: Mysterious Upside Down Explored Further; Charlie Heaton Talks Playing Jonathan, Kissing Co-Star Joe Keery

‘Stranger Things’ season 2 is set to feature more on the mysterious Upside Down as it will be explored further. Meanwhile, Charlie Heaton talked about the upcoming season while addressing the kiss he shared with co-star Joe Keery in a viral video.

According to Digital Spy, composers Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein recently revealed more details on season 2 during the recent South By Southwest Festival. Dixon teased, "There are new characters, fun, and the Upside Down will be more of a place… you'll spend more time… So we'll make a lot more weird music this time around."

Co-creator Matt Duffer previously revealed that the second installment will pick up a year after season 1. It will also feature the return of core cast members including Winona Ryder, David Harbour, Mike Wheeler, and Millie Bobby Brown.

Charlie Heaton is set to return as Jonathan Byers in the upcoming installment of Netflix’s popular horror and science-fiction web television series. Jonathan is the son of Joyce Byers (Winona Ryder) and older brother to Will (Noah Schnapp), who disappeared from the small town of Hawkins following a mysterious incident.

Heaton portrayed Jonathan in season 1 as a loner and an outsider in school. His character was a quiet teenager, who was a photography enthusiast. During an interview with GQ, Heaton addressed kissing his co-star Joe Keery in a hilarious viral video as well as what to expect for the much-anticipated season 2 of ‘Stranger Things.’

When asked about kissing Keery, who plays Nancy’s popular boyfriend Steve Harrington, Heaton teased, “Stonathan… I guess that’s our ‘ship’ name. It was my idea. I just thought we could give the fans what they wanted. It was a brilliant laugh… He’s got great hair. Amazing hair. He’s not a bad kisser, either.”

The video showed Heaton, Keery, and Natalia Dyer in an elevator. Dyer looks excited to be in between the two men but begins to wonder why they ignore her and look at each other instead. Heaton and Keery then indulge in a heavy make-out session while Dyer promptly leaves the elevator in shock.

When asked about season 2, Heaton admitted, “I didn’t know what to expect about where the show was going. But it trumped whatever I was thinking. A lot of things are going to be addressed.”

He was also asked about playing Jonathan, to which he replied, ““I wasn’t a total outsider at school like Jonathan, but I wasn’t necessarily the popular kid either. I felt I understood why Jonathan was the way he was - a bit of an older soul… I had a very humble upbringing like him and was also brought up by my mother. I also liked the idea of how he’s trying to discover himself and work out who he is and where he belongs.”

Tuesday, March 21, 2017 8:36 AM UTC via EconoTimes

#stranger things #charlie heaton #joe keery #natalia dyer