It’s painful to even let the subject down, but Steve just wants to know if it was real or not, if any of it was real because it felt REAL to him. For once, he felt loved. ❝ Done? I – What am I doing wrong here, Jonathan? ❞ He croaks out, more than hurt that the other boy wanted to end things like this.
“i can’t pretend anymore, steve!! “ jonathan couldn’t help the burst of anger, tears filling his eyes. he leaned forward to kiss the boy, hands gripping at the boys face. “..i love you.” he whispers, leaning his forehead against steve’s. “i can’t pretend i don’t.”
For the first time, Steve Harrington was more than disappointed in himself - he hated himself for making Jonathan feel like this when they should have been public, but no. ❝ Neither can I, Jonathan! I hate how it’s eating away at me and I can’t do anything about it, ❞ He soon feels hands gripping his face, lips against his, liking the sudden feeling that Jonathan was giving him. ❝ I love you, I’ve always loved you, stupid idiot, ❞ He replies softly, feeling the other’s forehead against his. ❝ I love you, only you. Always you. ❞
Knowing that he was getting on the other’s good side ( quite well ), Steve had kept his smile and looked the other in the eyes, wanting to say something else, something more. His hand dropped as he heard the words come out from Jonathan’s mouth, he sort of looked away, not knowing what to really say. ❝ — I know it’s not easy for the both of us, but we have to do this. Keep it quiet, I mean. ❞ His eyes turn a little glassy and Steve Harrington doesn’t cry, but god, it’s hurting him so much because he doesn’t want to hurt Jonathan.
the byers boy shook his head. his attitude had always been stubborn with steve, he never truly let his guard down. part of him wondered if this whole thing was just one big joke, a bet that steve would collect on at the end of the month.. but he wanted to believe they were special.. that maybe this was real. “we don’t have to keep it quiet.. cause there’s nothing to keep quiet. i’m done, steve.”
It’s painful to even let the subject down, but Steve just wants to know if it was real or not, if any of it was real because it felt REAL to him. For once, he felt loved. ❝ Done? I – What am I doing wrong here, Jonathan? ❞ He croaks out, more than hurt that the other boy wanted to end things like this.
❝ What bad thing, Jonathan? Tell me. ❞ Steve sighs softly, looking over at the Byers boy, chewing on his lower lip as he stays quiet ( for once ) and lets Jonathan say what he has to. ❝ You think this is easy on me? It’s not. All of the peer pressure and my parents asking me who I’m dating – it’s hard on me. I can’t stop thinking about you. ❞ He places his hand on the other’s cheek, a slight smile forming.
jonathan had to stop himself from bursting into tears as butterflies swarmed his stomach.. all because of the touch.. he couldn’t help it. steve had a hold over him. “i-i can’t..” he mutters, stepping back slightly. “i can’t do it anymore.” his eyes now glued to the fake plastic tiles of the floor.
Knowing that he was getting on the other’s good side ( quite well ), Steve had kept his smile and looked the other in the eyes, wanting to say something else, something more. His hand dropped as he heard the words come out from Jonathan’s mouth, he sort of looked away, not knowing what to really say. ❝ — I know it’s not easy for the both of us, but we have to do this. Keep it quiet, I mean. ❞ His eyes turn a little glassy and Steve Harrington doesn’t cry, but god, it’s hurting him so much because he doesn’t want to hurt Jonathan.
Steve blinked, hearing what Jonathan said go from one ear to the other, still not currently believing things. ❝ We do, you’re just — B L I N D . ❞ Now, he wasn’t being pushy, but he knew what he really wanted and that was Jonathan, despite everything that had happened between them. ❝ You’re just.. Scared that something bad’s gonna happen and you think backing down is fine, but it’s not. ❞
“don’t you get it? something bad has already happened.” he sighed, leaning against the wall as he decided steve wouldn’t be moving. “i can’t be with you ━ i can’t keep it a secret anymore. i want to tell my mum.. i want to be able to hold your hand in the hallway. i can’t do it anymore.”
❝ What bad thing, Jonathan? Tell me. ❞ Steve sighs softly, looking over at the Byers boy, chewing on his lower lip as he stays quiet ( for once ) and lets Jonathan say what he has to. ❝ You think this is easy on me? It’s not. All of the peer pressure and my parents asking me who I’m dating – it’s hard on me. I can’t stop thinking about you. ❞ He places his hand on the other’s cheek, a slight smile forming.
@untildxwn ; just take him, i’m done with this boy.
❝ — You say you wanna break, ❞ He muses, looking over at the other male, a hum leaving his lips as he gives serious contemplation over this, over whatever this was, currently. ❝ So, we break up. It’s a MISTAKE, so we make up. ❞
“ we DON’T work —steve.” the boy mutters, eyes closing for just a moment. “don’t call me again. just.. leave me alone.” he tried to push past him, but the boys bathroom was fucking tiny. “MOVE.”
Steve blinked, hearing what Jonathan said go from one ear to the other, still not currently believing things. ❝ We do, you’re just — B L I N D . ❞ Now, he wasn’t being pushy, but he knew what he really wanted and that was Jonathan, despite everything that had happened between them. ❝ You’re just.. Scared that something bad’s gonna happen and you think backing down is fine, but it’s not. ❞
@untildxwn ; just take him, i’m done with this boy.
❝ — You say you wanna break, ❞ He muses, looking over at the other male, a hum leaving his lips as he gives serious contemplation over this, over whatever this was, currently. ❝ So, we break up. It’s a MISTAKE, so we make up. ❞
For a quick second, Steve stops talking – only to hear the other male’s words of doubt, truly wondering if that was how he felt. Things were quiet ever since Will had died and he knew that things weren’t so good for Jonathan, especially now. He wonders if his words would help, but knowing Steve himself, it wasn’t, but he could try.
❝ Lonely at the bottom? Can’t see why,
❞ He replies, quite dryly, if anything. Not that he wasn’t interested, but he just didn’t want the conversation to be about how lonely the Byers brother was.
❝ – How do you think I feel about being at the top? It gets lonely sometimes, but you don’t see me complaining.
❞
“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.
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