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Traveled the world, it got me nowhere, nothing could ever compare by MoNsTeRsAmOnGMeN
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
21 Dec 2025
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Okay, she’d said. So you’re in love. Cool. I won’t tell anyone. Also, I would die for him.
Steve hadn’t corrected her.
Right now, though, none of that mattered.
They were crowded into the cabin’s living room, maps and notes spread across the table, the air thick with exhaustion and fear. Steve leaned against the wall near the stairs, arms crossed, jaw tight. His hamstring still pulled if he stood too long, but the ache barely registered compared to the tension crawling up his spine.
2 times Jonathan needed Steve, 2 times Steve needed Jonathan, and 1 time they wanted each other
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“If you could see one person one more time before the big bad Ruskies obliterate us,” Robin giggles, “who would it be?”
Steve has been feeling so wonderfully unabashedly honest for these last few minutes or months or however long they’ve been here, tied together in their Scoops uniforms and possibly dying from beating-induced brain hemorrhages or Russian poison that he says, without hesitating, “Jonathan Byers. And I’d give him a big ole kiss.”
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- Part 1 of A Catalog of Non-Definitive Acts
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"He’s like… your best friend now?"
"C’mon. You know you’re my best friend." Jonathan reminded warmly. "Steve’s different." But that wasn’t what he really wanted to say.
He tried again.
"We’re close."
No less true, but not what he wanted to say to Will, either.
"Kinda like…" Jonathan’s eyebrows creased together, staring at Will’s drawing when he finally said, "Something more than best friends?"
{Takes place during Season 2, Episode 1}
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Steve falls asleep on the carpet, head tipped back against the old couch. Jonathan debates waking him. Doesn’t. He drapes a blanket over him instead, careful not to touch too much.
Steve murmurs something in his sleep. Jonathan’s name, maybe. Maybe not.
Jonathan sits on the edge of the couch and listens to Steve breathe until the tightness in his chest eases just a fraction.
He doesn’t question any of it.
He’s tired of questioning things.
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Jonathan looks at him— why does he keep looking at him like that..? There's something in his eyes that Steven can't fucking decipher, something sweet and sticky that feels thicker than molasses. It's heavy. It's real.
"I do. I think you should do it more— with me, I mean," Jonathan leans forward and snubs the joint out in the ash tray on the coffee table. Then, he leans back against the couch, gives Steve another one of those damn, unexplainable looks. "Can you be honest with me, Steve Harrington?"
steve visits jonathan’s apartment in the city, and gets a whole lot more than he expected