▌█ ∵ εїз ∵ █ ▌ ❝Friend? ❞ Eyebrows rose as she shifted her weight the slightest. She wasn’t sure who she was and it was obvious given where she was that he could tell she was friends with Mike. So after asking who he was and hearing the word friend and Nancy’s name she trusted him. She trusted Mike and Nancy more than any one. So whatever he was trying to do she would try to help with. After a small pause and a beat she took a moment to think trying to make a full sentence in her mind before speaking it. ❝ You, need help?❞
❝ Y-Yeah, I’m a friend, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, ❞ He smiles that all time Harrington smile ( that took him places ) and looked over at the girl, knowing that she was one of Mike’s friends, though – despite everything else, he didn’t know where the hell she came from. Steve only knew everything that happened through Nancy and stuff related to that, but he never really met any of Mike’s friends personally. ❝ Do I need help? Thank you, but no thank you - I’m just here for Nancy. ❞
“Beat you down,” He replies, clearly being the true winner of the argument, though, he’s trying to configure why Jonathan said the last thing. Of course, Steve being EXTREMELY curious, he arches his brow, opening his mouth once more. “Why would I beat you off?”
Jonathan kept walking, his boots pressing heavily into the leaves with every step. He turned suddenly, a small smirk on the usually polite boys lips. “because i know you want to.”
“And why would I subject myself to that?” He goes, a slight look on his face, wondering where Jonathan was truly going with this. “Like I said, you aren’t my type.”
Hearing the other’s words, Steve had rolled his eyes, knowing that talking about Will stepped over a line, but he wasn’t going to admit that. “If your brother weren’t missing, I’d fucking beat you RIGHT now, Byers. But I’m not going to,” He mused, letting go of Jonathan’s collar, gaze still on him.
“beat me or beat me off?” he mutters. usually he’d keep such crude humor to himself but after all that had happened he really couldn’t bite his tongue. he turned on his heel, trudging in the other direction.
“Beat you down,” He replies, clearly being the true winner of the argument, though, he’s trying to configure why Jonathan said the last thing. Of course, Steve being EXTREMELY curious, he arches his brow, opening his mouth once more. “Why would I beat you off?”
The other male shoving him hard, Steve had harshly shoved him back, his fingers brushing over his jacket, an angered look on his face as he soon walking towards Jonathan, gripping onto the collar of the jacket, his expression more off than ever. “Listen, you filthy little reject. Photographing without my permission is an invasion of my PRIVACY. You do it again and I swear to God, I will kill you myself.”
“look harrington ━ do whatever you want ━ say whatever you want about me. beat me to a pulp. but keep my brothers name out of your motherfucking mouth!” he hissed, his anger getting the best of him.
Hearing the other’s words, Steve had rolled his eyes, knowing that talking about Will stepped over a line, but he wasn’t going to admit that. “If your brother weren’t missing, I’d fucking beat you RIGHT now, Byers. But I’m not going to,” He mused, letting go of Jonathan’s collar, gaze still on him.
❝ — I’m not even done yet! ❞ He stated as he heard Mike’s plea for him to S T O P talking, but Steve was a people person, he couldn’t help it, really. ( Unless he was doubting himself, then he’d stop talking entirely, but he always kept his cool ). ❝ Because she LIKES me, dude. You never know, but I’ll be your brother in law someday. ❞
* EW. Mike sure hoped not. He didn’t know if he could deal with his family and Steve, all at the same time. ‘ Can’t see why, ’ Mike replied, taking a Twinkie from his pocket and starting to chow down on it, hopefully making enough noise with the wrapper to keep Steve from finishing his story - if he would ever finish his story.
Steve thought that there was always something S K E T C H Y with Nancy’s little brother ever since Will died, but he never knew that he’d be this – somewhat brooding, but he could stand it. If he could stand hearing Carol talk all the time, then he could do this. ❝ She’s clearly interested in me, as I am with her. I mean, let’s face it. She’s the prettiest girl here and well.. Look at me, irresistible. ❞
“The only reason why birds are around you – they can sense when someone’s lost a loved one. Congrats, Byers. You’ll be known as Bird Boy,” Steve taunted, noticing the slight change in the other male, a stifled laugh leaving his lips. “A joke? No, no. DEFINITELY not. I mean, I can see why you would photograph me, I have a nice face.” He grinned a little, placing his hand right by his ear, his gaze up at the sky. “You hear that? It’s the birds calling you, Jonathan.”
steve harrington’s first mistake was bringing up ˥˥IM. jonathan could feel his blood boil and his heart pound with rage. he had no control over what happened next ━ he shoved him - H A RD.
“SHUT THE F U C K UP━ HARRINGTON.”
The other male shoving him hard, Steve had harshly shoved him back, his fingers brushing over his jacket, an angered look on his face as he soon walking towards Jonathan, gripping onto the collar of the jacket, his expression more off than ever. “Listen, you filthy little reject. Photographing without my permission is an invasion of my PRIVACY. You do it again and I swear to God, I will kill you myself.”
A shift coming from the other, Steve had crossed his arms over his chest, a small glance at his friends before looking back at Jonathan. “You followed a bird? Yeah, as if I’m going to believe that crock of bullshit. Such a terrible liar,” He muses, a chuckle leaving his lips as he listened. “I mean, for someone who ’followed a bird’ here, you really must like looking at my face. Well, go on! Take your pictures, it’ll last longer.”
“you say that like there’s no birds here..” he shifted in his place, shoulder parallel to his knees. he wasn’t a bad liar.. he didn’t think. “i-is this a joke..?” he avoided steve’s eyes at all costs. “i’m just gonna.. go..”
“The only reason why birds are around you – they can sense when someone’s lost a loved one. Congrats, Byers. You’ll be known as Bird Boy,” Steve taunted, noticing the slight change in the other male, a stifled laugh leaving his lips. “A joke? No, no. DEFINITELY not. I mean, I can see why you would photograph me, I have a nice face.” He grinned a little, placing his hand right by his ear, his gaze up at the sky. “You hear that? It’s the birds calling you, Jonathan.”
“Leave?” The slightly taller male had looked over at Jonathan, sort of moving to block his way, obviously. “Oh no – you’re not leaving until you tell me why you were oddly stalking me,” He notices the other gripping onto his precious camera, a brow raising upward as he thought of a very convincing idea, sort of. “Do you have some sort of SICK crush on me? Because if so, I’m not your type.”
jonathan stumbled back slightly, losing his footing. “uh.. i didn’t mean to.. it just.. i like taking pictures and.. i followed a bird here..” the word crush echoed in his ears, eyes snapping to meet the boys, shaking his head quickly. “a crush? are you r-ridiculous. don’t flatter yourself h-harrington.”
A shift coming from the other, Steve had crossed his arms over his chest, a small glance at his friends before looking back at Jonathan. “You followed a bird? Yeah, as if I’m going to believe that crock of bullshit. Such a terrible liar,” He muses, a chuckle leaving his lips as he listened. “I mean, for someone who ’followed a bird’ here, you really must like looking at my face. Well, go on! Take your pictures, it’ll last longer.”
“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” Steve questioned, his brows perking upward as he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Graffiti? Do you think I’m that stupid, Byers? There’s no way that anyone could have graffiti’d my house,” He muses as his eyes were on the other, awaiting an answer from the shy male – a look on his face, a rather impatient one, in fact. “But I can still arrest you for being a PEEPING TOM.”
“i-i’m not.. uh..” he whimpered, tugging at the hem of his jacket nervously. “please don’t.. i’ll just.. i’ll leave.” he mutters, gripping the handle of his camera a little tighter. he didn’t need this.. not now. he didn’t even mean to end up here.. he was just walking around taking photos when he saw him.. so he followed him.. he couldn’t help it.
“Leave?” The slightly taller male had looked over at Jonathan, sort of moving to block his way, obviously. “Oh no – you’re not leaving until you tell me why you were oddly stalking me,” He notices the other gripping onto his precious camera, a brow raising upward as he thought of a very convincing idea, sort of. “Do you have some sort of SICK crush on me? Because if so, I’m not your type.”
@untildxwn·· – give me steve/jonathan or give me nothing !!
Steve Harrington, the most popular guy in school - did they mention that he is a closeted pansexual? Probably not, but that wasn’t the real point here. There was one night, following Barb’s death, but the off thing was Jonathan Byers spying on him and Nancy when they had their party with his friends. The upcoming day, Steve had found it in himself to talk to the Byers elder, not really ( really caring that Will was gone ), because let’s face it, Steve only really cared about himself at this point. Eyeing the other male, wondering when he was going to get the P E R F E C T moment to strike again. As some girls walked off, Steve had walked toward the other, an angered expression showing as he sort of pushed the other to the side, making sure no one really saw them. “ — You know, it’s illegal in some states to take pictures of people like that?”
“i uh.. i don’t know what you’re talking about.” jonathan muttered, eyes burning holes into the tarred ground of the parking lot. “i was uh.. i was.. taking photos of the wall.. the graffiti..” he managed to choke out, his heart pounding with anxiety. he would never admit that he was taking pictures of steve.. not ever. it was.. embarrassing.. the idea he was attracted to such a.. such a.. dick.. made him grind his teeth. he honestly couldn’t explain it. “it’s not illegal.. not here..”
“You don’t know what I’m talking about?” Steve questioned, his brows perking upward as he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Graffiti? Do you think I’m that stupid, Byers? There’s no way that anyone could have graffiti’d my house,” He muses as his eyes were on the other, awaiting an answer from the shy male – a look on his face, a rather impatient one, in fact. “But I can still arrest you for being a PEEPING TOM.”
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