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wheatnoodle · 1 year

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there’s a dynamic shift when hopper moves in. there’s a father back in the picture.

jonathan does not have good experiences with fathers.

now, he likes hop, he really does. jim’s great to his mom, an incredible dad for el, and he helped save will. jonathan and hopper liking each other is not the issue.

the problem is that when hopper gets angry, he yells. and he likes to have a couple beers at night. and he calls jonathan “kid” like how he used to. so jonathan, who’s already a quiet person, is now next to silent. he speaks when spoken to, doesn’t leave his room and tiptoes on the hardwood floors.

it gets on jim’s nerves. he thought they were a good family. he thought they all got along just fine but now he’s moved in with them, and jonathan is acting like a ghost in his own home. he’s tried to talk to joyce, she tells him to “give him time”.

so hopper is sitting at the kitchen table one night after dinner, reading through the day’s reports. joyce is helping el with her math homework and will is sketching in a notepad next to her. jonathan’s washing up the dishes, scrubbing a glass with this one spot that just won’t. come. off.

and it slips. and glass is shattered on the kitchen floor. jonathan is on the ground in an instant to pick it up, slicing his palm on a shard.

“sh-shit, sorry, im sorry. i- i didn’t mean to, im sorry,” he’s apologizing before he can stop himself.

“honey!” joyce gasps and hurries over, squatting next to him. she places a hand on his shoulder and he looks up, eyes huge and glazed over. “honey, what happened?”

hopper crouches down. goes to grab jonathan’s injured hand. jonathan jolts up, backs up so fast he slams into the counter and hits the back of his head on the overhead cabinet doors.

“i promise i didn’t mean to, ill clean it, i’ll- i’ll fix it, i’m sorry.” jonathan’s shaking his head back and forth, cradling his hand to his chest with his eyes squeezed shut. his breathing is shaking his shoulders. “please, please, please, im so sorry.”

“hey, kid,” jonathan flinches at the name, “it’s okay. nothing to apologize for.”

jim nods once at joyce. she understands and manages to usher el and will into their rooms. she rejoins them soon after. jonathan is still shaking in the same place while hopper is trying to approach him.

hopper lifts a hand and runs it over his face. he doesn’t miss the way the teen’s face cringes up. like he’s waiting for something. like he’s waiting for…jim looks at his own hand and back to jonathan.

“jonathan.”

“i didn’t mean to break it. i swear.”

“i know. it was an accident. accident’s happen.” it’s the calmest joyce has ever heard jim speak. his voice is low, easy and soothing. he’s quiet. he’s warm. she’s watching from the doorway as he opens a new side to himself, just for her kid. just for what he needs.

“im sorry.”

“it’s okay. can i come closer?” jim asks gently, takes a small step forward. jonathan tenses and he stops. “okay. okay. can i see your hand? it looks like you cut yourself pretty good on there.”

he hesitates, but jonathan holds his bleeding hand out, palm up. his arm trembles. he’s eyeing jim wearily, ready to run.

“i just want to look. maybe clean it, if you’ll let me. i’m not going to hurt you,” he says the last part in a tone that sounds like a promise. jonathan stays silent, staring at his hand.

“hey, can you look at me?” jonathan looks up, meets his eyes with terror washed over his own. “i am not going to hurt you.”

“but- dad-“

“lonnie isn’t here. i’m not lonnie. i am not going to hurt you. i will, eyes on me, i will never. hurt you.” jim steps forward again, into jonathan’s space this time. he doesn’t flinch this time, stays where he is as hopper bends his knees a bit to be eye level with him.

“lonnie-“

“is not here,” he’s even quieter, letting the words be heard just for him. “you are safe with me. you hear me? you. are safe. with me.”

jonathan’s subconsciously matching his breathing to jim’s, his eyes never leaving the man’s gaze.

“good work. can you say it?”

“i…am safe. with you,” jonathan whispers, his shoulders slumping tiredly.

“nice job, bud. you are safe. im not angry with you. i will never hurt you. never. okay? you’re my boy,” hopper says it like it’s always been true. like even before he was with joyce, way back to making house visits when lonnie would get violent. and he would see jonathan, only this tiny little kid, and even then, that’s his boy. his oldest. his son.

jonathan visibly relaxes, moving forward and shocking both jim and joyce as he plants his forehead into jim’s shoulder. he doesn’t hug him, just stays there. hopper brings a hand to rest on the back of his head, stroking comfortingly through his hair.

“get something comfy on, we’ll watch a movie or something and relax. but first, let’s go clean up this hand.” and hopper walks with jonathan down the hall, past joyce, a hand on his lower back and jonathan still pressed to his side. joyce cant help that she has tears in her eyes, smiling brightly at her husband as he walks past, protecting her son. he smiles back, warm and full of love.

this is progress.

#stranger things #jopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #byers hopper family #jonathan byers #hurt/comfort #healing #jonathan byers deserves love #ultimate dad jim hopper #chief hopper

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willbyersabyss · 14 days

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I will forever be annoyed that they gave us this heart wrenching conversation between Jonathan and Joyce and then… nothing changes. Jonathan is still parentified. Jonathan continues to blame himself for Will’s struggles because he feels like he should’ve been there even though that isn’t his responsibility. Joyce's "over-protective" attitude over Will lessens at the expense of Jonathan in s3 and s4. She gets to move on a little bit to pursue something else, but Jonathan never gets to move on.

#love my joycie poo but jonathan deserves to feel like he can pursue his dreams too #jonathan byers #joyce byers

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messrsbyler · 11 months

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here comes a rant about billy so if that's not your cup of tea keep scrolling...

it's crazy to me that a piece of shit like billy hargrove is more liked than jonathan.

if you are one of billy's fans, i don't mean this in a sarcastic or jokingly way, you seriously disgust me. people be out there saying they love max but they also love billy. they love lucas but they also love billy. get. a. fucking. grip.

i'm all about letting people enjoy what they enjoy, but when you idolize a fictional character that's an abuser and a racist, that's just not it. and it's not about "oh i like morally gray characters", because billy's fans don't even acknowledge he is a bad person.

all it took was a five minute scene showing his tragic past and you were okay with everything he did? you know who also had a sucky past? el. and still, she remains a good person. also jonathan byers, with his abusive father and emotionally dependent mother, growing up as his little brother's father figure. both these characters decided to break the cycle of abuse.

having a traumatic past doesn't make you entitled to being an abuser. being a white dude in the 80's doesn't make it okay to being racist. i mean, billy literally threatened max with killing three of her new friends by running them over. he was about to fight and commit a hate crime on a black kid. it was hinted that he physically abused max by the way he grabbed her in the car and how scared max looked. max hated him so much she wished he would die. and yet some people in this fandom love him and have him as their favorite character? tell me you didn't understand shit about the show's theme without telling me you didn't understand shit about the show's theme.

all billy has going for himself is his basic white boy looks and y'all are quick to forgive him and pretend he had his redemption in s3 lmao. him giving his life wasn't a fucking redemption. it doesn't work like that. billy fans really turn a blind eye to everything he did but then go against characters like jonathan for taking those pictures in season one, even when he apologised for it and then showed us he regretted it through actions.

so, yeah. to any billy fans, you really disgust me. i'm sure you don't care about my opinion and that none of this will make it through your thick delusional skull, but if you are the type of people to excuse racism and abuse in fiction, you are only a step away of doing the same in real life.

anyhow. billy sucks.

needless to say, if you like billy in any amount unfollow me right now. i have no interest in having any type of interaction with you.

#anti billy hargrove #i just had to get this off my chest #anyhow jonathan byers is one of the best characters the show has he deserves more love but he's not traditionally attractive so basic peopl #who love the basic looking white dude won't understand lmao #no hate against the actor he did an amazing job playing billy. the fans who didn't understand his characters as being an awful excuse of a #human being are the issue here #ugh i am angry #nic rants to the internet

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dontcallmeeds · 1 year

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I saw a twitter thread that was giving reasons for Nancy Wheeler being a lesbian and I gotta say, I agree. At least that Nancy is NOT straight. The way she interacts with Barb….dude, do you know how many of the stairs conversations (from season one before Barb disappears) I’ve had with friends who were secretly seeing me??? The whole “this isn’t you” after Nancy lies about where she’s going and the way she reacts with her facial expressions…..bro, they’ve kissed before. This has been said a million times here and otherwise since season one.

But with the level of grief and guilt she goes through in season two, I’m seeing that right now in myself as someone who just had one of their best friends pass away suddenly who was also an ex. The whole “bullshit” Stancy Halloween fight could be chalked up to grief and liking Jonathan sure, but I think it’s way more than that. I think she’s calling everything bullshit including herself because she lost the one person who saw her, someone she loved more than just platonically.

Then season three is mostly just her fighting with Jonathan if you really think about it, because she wants to be more than just a sandwich girl at Hawkins Post. Someone Barb would be proud of. We only see her really happy with Jonathan in season three when they wake up late and she sneaks out and the soft moment they have at the end when he’s leaving. Other than that they’re either fighting with each other or fighting monsters. Robin calls her a “priss,” but before Steve she was just kind of a…nerd. Like Robin. Maybe they ran in the same circles? We know they don’t know each other in person, at least Nancy doesn’t know HER.

FOLLOW ME HERE: What if Robin knew Barb?? What if Barb confided in her that she had feelings for Nancy, but that Nancy was dating Steve and we know how hard Robin goes for her friends so she just made this assumption that Nancy is a priss????

Then season four of course, we see Nancy not going to California. She’s frustrated that Jonathan wouldn’t be coming and she stayed for the basketball game for her front page news right?? Why didn’t she take another flight hmmm??? And we think she’s jealous of Robin, but what if she was jealous of Steve??? Because we don’t really have indication that Steve and Nancy have spent much time around each other since summer ‘85…but Robin and Nancy go to school together. Robin is in band which means they’re in the same room *hypothetically* for the important games that Nancy needs to document. We don’t know how many games Steve went to besides the one, he could’ve been working on some of those games or on dates. So ipso facto, Robin and Nancy have (probably) been in the same room more than Steve and Nancy….why would she suddenly be jealous of ROBIN???

And you can see her genuinely enjoying being around Robin after her monologue at the psych ward when she was being “annoyed” and “on edge” with her before that. I don’t see that as “oh well she started considering her a friend” I think she had a crush, she was on edge because she had lost Barb and didn’t want to feel that way about another girl. But the monologue relaxes her because she realized Robin is just as unhinged as she is, but in a different way. Because Nancy Wheeler is IMPULSIVE. She’s smarter than hell, but she is so careless with her own safety.

Also every time the Bylers shippers contrast the Wheeler siblings really they’re just giving us Nancy Wheeler is gay proof too. Because look at their similar behaviors. They fight and bicker in a way that says “i know what you are, NO I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE”

NOT VERY STRAIGHT IF YOU ASK ME.

Also, while I now understand my attraction to men is because I was a queer trans dude the entire time, I used to think it was comphet. But everything I feel about men is different than the way Nancy feels about men. It feels forced, it feels like she thinks she HAS to have a boyfriend and HAS to force a real connection with them. COMP. MOTHERFUCKIN. HET.

In conclusion, for the love of god, let Nancy Wheeler kiss girls. Natalia wants it, the fans want it. Give us a SMOOCH.

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audhd-nightwing · 2 years

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the duffers have to HATE steve because they genuinely do not address any of the trauma he goes through, most of it is either never mentioned again or is framed as a joke, other characters consistently talk down to him and call him stupid, his opinions and plans are never valued or even listened to. and he is literally the only reason a good portion of the other characters are still alive (nancy and jonathan were absolutely about to die at the end of s1 before steve came back, billy would’ve definitely hurt lucas and probably the others a lot more if he wasn’t there in s2, and in s3 steve literally taunts the russians so they hurt him instead of robin and serves as a distraction for dustin and erica to escape)

yet we are never shown him being comforted or even just worried about? no one ever expresses concern for him, even medically/physically. a lot of the injuries he gets are probably very serious yet he continues to fight monsters immediately after being hurt and no one cares. steve should’ve immediately gone to the hospital once they got back from the upside down after lover’s lake but he just continues preparing to fight vecna. it’s honestly a miracle he isn’t dead, he absolutely has to have physical trauma somewhere (most likely his head/ears/eyes and torso)

steve is also the only character that is consistently badly hurt every single season, because he’s always protecting everyone else. steve is under appreciated by MARGINS and is actively made fun of and belittled. in order to add to the plot, the duffers continue to play with his feelings and not let him be happy, either with his romantic life or his friendships (being jealous of eddie, his only non-14 y/o friend being robin). he is such an important character and i fully believe almost every character would be dead w/o him.

he has no one to take care of him or worry about him, basically lives alone in an empty house with bad memories, is either stuck on his ex-girlfriend or just unable to find love, constantly ridiculed and made the brunt of the joke, probably very physically injured- not to mention the BOATLOADS of mental and emotional trauma he has that goes unaddressed, and yet people wonder why he’s a fan favorite?

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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You’re Gorgeous, Doll || Billy Hargrove x Reader

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Plus Size!Wheeler!Reader; Minor Jonathan Byers x Nancy Wheeler

Universe: Stranger Things

Summary: Billy didn’t understand why you wouldn’t come to visit him at the pool so eventually, you agreed to go after some convincing from Nancy. The problem came from someone who you didn’t expect to be there; your mother. Billy sees her making you feel guilty about your weight, so he does the absolute most to shut down her fat shaming.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 6.0k

Warnings: Fat Shaming, Body Confidence Issues, Possessive!Billy, Major Karen Wheeler Slander, Headcanon that Mrs. Wheeler has disordered eating. Minor Jonathan Slander if you squint.

A/N: the reader is gender neutral (neutral nicknames, outfits, pronouns, etc), the only thing that is not gender neutral is the style of bathing suit they wear later in the story. Mrs. Wheeler also treats the reader similarly to Nancy. I did my best to keep it gender-neutral tho!

Read it on A03 or here on Tumblr below the cut

Billy Hargrove was still learning how to be a good boyfriend. You appreciated all of his efforts to become a better person in general, but he definitely still had a ways to go. He loved you dearly, but he couldn’t always understand your insecurities. He wanted so badly to understand, but he would often become frustrated and not know what to say when you let your insecurities get the best of you. He saw you as one of the most beautiful people in the world and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t understand why you saw yourself as anything less. He would make a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue and sigh when you would bring up anything about your weight insecurity. It’s not that he didn’t care, it’s that he could not, for the life of him, figure out why you were so sensitive about your weight. You knew the reason though, but you were afraid to tell him.

You were Y/n Wheeler. You were born a year after your older sister Nancy, which also made you one year younger than Billy. Your sister had a few classes with Billy before you all got out for the summer and she did her best to treat him with kindness. She didn’t understand what you saw in him, but she respected your choices. Billy also did his best to be nice to her and (much more reluctantly) Steve and Jonathan. You loved your sister with your whole heart. You two had always been close. You taught Mike how to be a Dungeon Master and you were like the older sister of the whole party at this point. You were not super popular in school, but you had a good group of friends + Billy to keep you company. The only person in your life who you felt like was against you was your mother, Karen Wheeler.

You knew that she was the reason, deep down, for your insecurities about your appearance. Of course, over the years at school people had made comments about your weight, but between Nancy, Steve, and Billy, people your age had pretty much stopped bullying you entirely. None of them, of course, could stop your mother. Billy and Steve had no idea what your mother had been saying to you. Nancy knew, you two had grown up together, but she didn’t know how to stop your mother. She tried to step in, but your mother was never receptive to what she had to say. You appreciated the effort, but your mother’s words were getting to the point that you were starting to really question if you were good enough for Billy.

You would bring up the ladder to your boyfriend and he would just roll his eyes. “If you weren’t good enough for me, Sweetheart, I wouldn’t be dating you, simple. I think you’re the most perfect person in the world, so we’re dating. Don’t overthink it, just run away with me when we graduate, yeah? We’ll get married at a courthouse and buy a little place in California, somewhere on the water. We can bring whoever else wants to come, if it’ll make you happy.”

You would toss him a small smile and do your best to hide the tears that were welling up in your eyes. You would softly plunge your face into his chest when you realized you weren’t going to be able to stop yourself from crying. He would let out a deep sigh and close his eyes in frustration. Even so, he would still hug you back tightly and let you cry it out. His head would be resting on top of yours and his arms would keep you locked in place until he could feel your heart rate calm down. He knew that he had to be missing something. This insecurity ran deep. You had helped in through so many of the insecurities that Neil had caused him. He wondered why you weren’t comfortable enough to tell him who was causing you all this distress. He knew it was still happening, so he suspected someone in your family, but he couldn’t place who. The bullies of your past, Tommy and Jason, left you completely alone now, hell, they wouldn’t even look in your direction. He doubted your sister or little brother were causing you this much anguish, but he couldn’t decipher which of your parents would be saying hurtful things about your appearance to you.

He eventually would pull away from the hug and rest one of his hands on your cheek. “If someone is being mean to you, you’d tell me right?”

You nodded. Your face was flushed and your eyes just looked so heavy. He could feel the defeat in your body and it absolutely broke his heart. “Yeah.”

He stepped back again and sat down on your bed. He would gesture for you to sit on his lap and you would always hesitate. He would gesture again, “You’re not gonna break me, Doll.”

You would give in and straddle his waist, balancing yourself by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and putting your knees firmly on the bed. “I just get nervous that I’m gonna crush you.”

He chuckled. He knows that you’re serious, but he does his best to lighten the weight in your heart. “Sweetheart, I love every part of you. From your lips, to your stomach, to your hands, to your gorgeous, gorgeous thighs.” The palms of his hands were flat against your bear skin. Your shorts rode up when you sat down, leaving your thighs defenseless to his touch. He ran his hands up and down your skin. You leaned your forehead against his to keep yourself steady.

“Billy…” You mumbled. It basically just fell out of your mouth.

You were so close, that you could see the mix of lust, love, and adoration in his eyes. One of his hands stayed on your thigh, the other cupped your face. Your breath hitched. He sucked in a breath and you could basically see his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “You are literally a god(dess). My god(dess).”

He pulled your lips to his and your thoughts started to fuzzy. Your hands started to pull at the hair at the base of his neck. “I love you, Billy.” It was a whisper between kisses.

He smiled into your kiss, though you could tell he was doing his best to hold back a groan. “I love you too, Y/n. You are my home.”

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Billy did everything he could to give you the world and raise your confidence, but something your mom did/said would always ruin it. She would bring you back from the high that Billy gave you and make you feel like you were a little kid again. A little kid who had no say in anything again. She counted her calories the best she could for every meal, and she taught Nancy and you to do the same thing. She never tried to teach Mike; he was a boy and got to eat almost anything he wanted to ‘grow big and strong.’ You and Nancy were forced to follow your mother’s ways in your pre-teen and early teen years. Nancy was doing her best to get away from it, as were. You just had a different genetic makeup, and different medications, and your body just had a different shape than your sister and mother. Nancy never made you feel bad about that. She would offer to do your makeup and would go clothes shopping with you if you needed moral support. She had even gotten Steve and/or Jonathan to join in on it a few times. The first time she started to see good in Billy is when you dragged him shopping with you two. He treated you like royalty the entire time and Nancy was happy that you had a partner who lifted you up; since you still had a mom that carried you down.

Since you started dating Billy, you were getting more confident. It was the little things– wearing one of his shirts to school as a tight crop top with a jacket over it, wearing colors of eye shadow your mother said brought out the roundness of your face, and letting yourself enjoy lunch periods again. Billy had his hand pressed against the small of your back, skin completely exposed by his shirt and his eyes, again full of love and lust at how beautiful he thought you looked. However, not even he could get you to wear a swimsuit. You two hadn’t seen each other stripped that far down yet because you weren’t there yet, and he respected that entirely. He had one problem though; you refused to come to visit him at the pool for longer than a few minutes. Your family was at the Hawkins pool all the time this summer. He saw your little brother and your mother all the time there. Your sister even was there with some of your other friends sometimes. Billy asked Nancy why you didn’t come, in a joking manner, of course. He thought you were just coming in your own car or something. Nancy’s response made him more annoyed and confused though. “They’re not coming. They don’t do pools.”

Every time you stopped by the pool, you were fully clothed and sat with Billy in the office while he was on his lunch breaks. He was completely respectful of the fact that you weren’t ready to have sex, but he was dying to spend more time with you this summer. He was missing you terribly now that he had this job. If you brought all the little shitheads to the pool a few times a week he would be able to spend more time with you; plus he thought you would look so cute in a swimsuit; hair slicked back while playing Marco polo with the party. He wanted to see it so badly, but every time he asked about you bringing the party to the pool for the day, you would just shake your head and change the subject.

One day, when Nancy was there with Jonathan and a few other friends, Billy approached them when it was his turn to head out onto the pool deck. Heather eyed him curiously as she made her way inside, but she didn’t say anything. “Wheeler,” he called.

Nancy quirked her eyebrow at the young lifeguard. Jonathan scooted a little closer to her on their shared beach chair, which didn’t go unnoticed by Billy. Though, he chose to ignore the older Byers brother, whatever he was thinking wasn’t of importance to Billy right now. “What can I do for you, Hargrove?”

“I think you know,” he said with a slick smile. Though it soon faded when Nancy shook her head.

“She’s not gonna come here Billy, not in a suit. Probably not even with a T-shirt over one.”

Billy grumbled and swayed a bit. “Do you know why? I thought their confidence was getting better. I want them to be able to enjoy the one summer activity this shitty town has to offer– plus I’m missing them like hell right now.”

Nancy smiled at him and Jonathan watched the interaction with a puzzled expression. “I will try to convince them to come. Are you working tomorrow?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m on all afternoon.”

“I can’t guarantee that they will bend, but I will try. I’m in charge of giving the party something to do tomorrow and I told them we were going to come here. They haven’t come much this summer because they’re all kinda nerdy and the indoorsy types. Us older siblings are trying to get them all to go out more,” she said, briefly turning her attention to Jonathan.

“I appreciate it Nanc, really. And like, I don’t want them to feel super pressured. I would just like if they stay for a while, even if they decide they aren’t ready to swim, just be here while I’m trapped here.”

Nancy’s smile grew wider. “I never expected you to be so good for them, Billy, but I am really glad that you are. You help them more than you realize, I think.”

Billy felt his heart soften. “I know that people in this day and age can be really shitty to each other about their looks. I see Y/n for who they are on the inside; a fucking angel really and they have the looks to match. I’ve never been able to figure out who the fuck made them feel so shit for their weight, but if I figure it out, I will kick their ass.”

Nancy could see his jaw lock. He was staring toward the ground as he spoke. She knew it was a lot for him to be genuine with someone other than you. “You really are doing so much more for them than you realize, I’ll talk to them about it tonight.”

“Thank you, Wheeler. Have a good day here at the pool.” He gave Jonathan a bit of a stare down. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something that Billy didn’t like about Jonathan. He did his best to be nice to him for your sake though. “You too, Byers.”

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Nancy was nervous to talk to you, but she thought you might come if she expressed to you what Billy had said. She knew that you sometimes wondered, out of insecurity– not out of reason, if you were good enough for Billy. She knew that you questioned if you were worth Billy Hargrove’s time. She also knew though, that Billy was completely in love with you and she just had to figure out how to make you see that for certain. She knocked on your door after she arrived home from the pool and changed into some dry clothes. “Come in– oh hey Nanc! How was your day?”

She tossed you a smile, but you could sense her nerves as she shut the door. You shut the book you were reading and pulled off your headphones. You had been listening to a mixtape in your walkman and vibing by yourself for the evening. There were way fewer family dinners during the summertime because everyone’s schedules were so different and you both were honestly thankful for that. “I had a great day. You know everything has been so stressful and all; it was nice to just go to the pool and relax. In fact, I’m taking all the kids tomorrow for a pool day. You should join us.” You went to say something, but she put her hand up. “Wait wait wait, before you say no. I wanna tell you what Billy said today when Jonathan and I were out there.”

“Alright?”

“Have you ever told him about mom?”

“About mom?” you asked.

Nancy gave you that look. “You know what I’m talking about.” She sat at the edge of your bed. She was staring at you. It felt like she was trying to stare through your soul.

“The things she says about my body? About food? About my clothes? No, I haven’t. It’s not that I won’t tell him or anything, it’s just that I’m nervous too. He’s receptive to me being insecure about things, but I think it annoys him or makes him anxious when I talk about it too much. Like he sees me a certain way and can’t see why I don’t see myself that way. I know it’s partly because I haven’t told him about mom, but I also just think he wants the change in mindset to happen quicker than I am capable of.”

“He doesn’t want to push you, Y/n, trust me. Neither do I. You don’t have to talk to him about any of that if you aren’t ready. I just–”

“Then what is this about?” Your tone was a little snappy, but Nancy ignored it. She knew it was because you were getting anxious.

“Billy is totally head over heels in love with you, Y/n, just the way you are. I didn’t understand what you saw in him when you first introduced him to the family, but I really think I understand now. He’s still an asshole, but he’s learning and he thinks the world of you. I know your brain sometimes gets in the way of you seeing that, but trust me, as your sister I want what’s best for you, and Billy Hargrove, shockingly, seems to be just that.” You furrowed your eyebrows and she continued to speak. “You remember that bathing suit we bought you last fall when they were all on sale because they were going out of season?”

“Yeah, the teal one with the side cutouts?”

“Yeah, that one! You should come with me and the party to the pool tomorrow and wear it. Before you say no, I promised Billy I would ask you to come. He came up to me today and basically begged me to get you to come to the pool with us. He’s missing you a lot since he started his job. You know everything that happened with the mall; we almost lost the Byers family, we almost lost him, and Steve and Robin! He just wishes he could spend more time with you and I’m sure now that he’s pretty much back to healed his dad is making him work. I think he’s still feeling the effects of that near-death experience, you know? He said that he wished you could enjoy the pool as we do in the summer. He also said he didn’t care if you just decided to wear normal clothes and sat on the deck with me all day. He just wants to see you.”

You felt your heart swell. You weren’t going to cry at that moment, but you could totally see yourself crying later when it was time to head to bed and Nancy was gone. Billy was brash, stern, and easily annoyed, but the fact that he shared how he was feeling with Nancy told you that this meant a lot to him. He genuinely was missing you and wanted to spend a day at the pool so he could see you more. The thought was precious to you. You were incredibly nervous about going to the pool because you knew that there was a chance that your mom was going to show up at some point (as she and the other local moms often just appeared there in the later afternoons), but you pushed that feeling down deep. You did your best to shove it inside the deepest cavity of your chest and lock it in there. “Alright, Nancy. I’ll go with you and the party tomorrow. I’m not sure I’ll wear a suit, but I’ll go to the pool.”

She smiled brightly and threw her arms around you in a tight, lopsided hug. “I’m so glad you’re gonna come with us! Wear whatever you are gonna be most comfortable in, Y/n. I’m sure Billy will just be happy to see you there.”

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You woke up the next more to your stomach being tied in a knot. You knew it was from your nerves, but shit, you didn’t expect it to be as bad as it was. You ended up staying in your room for the most part until the early afternoon so you could give yourself a chance to relax before going to the pool. Nancy didn’t bother you, and shockingly neither did your mother. Nancy only knocked on your door about 30 minutes before you were supposed to leave so she could make sure you knew it was time to get ready.

You pulled yourself from your cocoon of blankets and reached into the darkest part of your closet. You felt the bathing suit material squish in your hand and you almost grimaced. It was crumpled up for almost a year, but it looked perfectly fine when you pulled it out. It was the beautiful shade of teal that you remembered it to be. The cutouts on each side ran from under bust height down to the curve of your hips. They were broken up by bathing suit strings that crossed over the gaps. It was so cute, but you were absolutely terrified.

You took a deep breath before putting it on. It fit you perfectly. You looked in your bathroom mirror and you were honestly surprised by how much you liked the shape on your figure. It made you feel confident in the shape of your different body parts; much like Billy, it made your parts feel like they were meant to make up the whole you. You took another deep breath before deciding to pull an oversized men’s romantics shirt over your head. Billy always seemed to like it on you. It was one of the few shirts that you felt confident in. It was missing the top part of the collar ( you had cut it out a long time ago) so it showed a little more skin than the average T-shirt, but it also was loose around your hips. It looked super cute, in your opinion, with a pair of denim shorts pulled under it. You pulled your favorite pair of shorts on to finish off your bathing suit cover-up look and you checked yourself in the mirror one more time. Your hair was resting a little wildly today, but you decided not to worry about it too much; you were going to the pool after all. The shorts were just barely peaking out from under the bottom hem of the shirt and you felt pretty good about yourself. You weren’t sure if you would have the confidence to take off this overlayer, but you knew that would be okay. You were just excited to surprise visit your boyfriend and spend some time with the collective of younger teens that you inherited from Steve while he was working at Scoops Ahoy.

Nancy and the party were all excited when you came down the stairs. Dustin and Max seemed the most excited out of all of them though. Dustin had become a fan of you because of your amazing DMing skills, but as he got older, he’s just become such a sweetheart. When he started high school you were 100% going to have Billy help you look out for him. Asshats like Jason and Tommy would surely try to target him.

Max and you had a special bond. She told you once, prior to the incident at the mall, that she thought of you as an older sister. You knew her and Billy had issues; you accidentally became a mediator for the siblings pretty soon into your relationship. Things had gotten a lot more stable since Billy returned home from the hospital, between your help and the discovery of monsters, he seemed pretty keen on turning his life around. Max was grateful that you were helping him become a better person. You both knew Neil wouldn’t let him receive the therapy he needed. This was the best you could do for now.

She ran up and gave you a hug. It had been a while since you had seen her. You were both healed from your injuries at this point and you thought she looked fantastic for everything you all had been through. The whole party, even Will and El, seemed to be looking bright today. “Damn, you’re all really excited about the pool, huh?”

Some of them nodded, and some of them shrugged. “I think we’re excited to play pool games with you and Nancy like we did when we were kids.”

Dustin’s comment made you actually kind of want to get into the pool if you were honest with yourself. “Well, we can’t play games here. Everyone pick a car; Jonathan’s or mine and we’ll get going!”

| < ♥️ > |

It was a struggle trying to get everyone into two cars, but you all managed to make it work for the short ride to Hawkins Pool. You were filling up with anxiety as everyone made their way toward either the locker rooms or the pool deck. It was getting close to time. “Well if it isn’t the love of my life.”

Billy approached you from the locker room exit. His expression alerted you that he was excited to see you and also surprised. His eyes trailed up and down your figure before he placed his hands on your hips and leaned in for a kiss. “So Nancy was able to convince you, huh Doll?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Well, it was actually what you told her yesterday that made me want to come. I miss you too Billy. I never thought I would say this, but fuck I miss school. I can’t wait until we are back and I’m with you for every second I can be.”

His face was plastered with a grin. He placed a deep kiss on your lips; it was so passionate it was almost bruising. His fingers were playing with the bathing suit strings of your suit through the fabric of your shirt. “Doll, I am so glad you are here. Just you being here makes this place a thousand times better. Why don’t you join Nancy, Byers, and the rugrats in the pool and I’ll get you out when I have my lunch break.”

You sighed and thought about it for a moment. You looked over Billy’s shoulder and saw your sister, her boyfriend, and all of the party playing toward the entrance to the pool. They were splashing each other and laughing. It was scary, but you would be in the water most of the time today anyway, you might as well hop in and have some fun since everyone you came with had gotten in. It was pretty blistering out just to sit on the sidelines. You eventually nodded to him and kissed his nose. He blinked in surprise, which he did every time you kissed his nose, and you giggled. You stepped out of his grasp and pulled the romantics' shirt over your head. When your eyes met Billy’s again, he’s flicking his tongue and shaking his head. “What?”

He set his hands on your hips again and pulled you even closer than he had before. “You are so so hot. You’re gorgeous, Doll. I mean it.”

You pulled back enough that you could see his face. You could see it in his expression, Nancy was right; he was completely enamored with you; stretchmarks, cellulite, rolls, and all.

You didn’t understand it. You couldn’t see past all the things your mother had picked on you for, but somehow it went right through for Billy. “When we first met, did you think the same thing?”

Billy’s face became confused. When you first met Billy, it was his first day at Hawkins High. Some of the girls in your grade were laughing at your appearance as you were walking by them in the hall. Billy heard what one of them said as he was walking in the same direction as you. You had heard them too, but you had decided to ignore them. Billy wasn’t sure why, but he was incredibly bothered by the comment. Your eyes briefly met and he could see your sadness even though you didn’t say anything. It wasn’t usually like him, at the time, to protect people he didn’t know. He kept his circle big, but everyone in his circle was at an arm’s length. “Hey!” he barked. The girls all jumped out of their skin and your head snapped to look toward him. He could feel all eyes on him. He realized, in that moment, that you were considered one of the school’s punching bags and he wanted to change that. “Leave them alone. Focus on your fuckin’ selves before you go commenting on other people’s shit.” The words were vile; they came out of his throat with the burn of venom. The girls all shrank and quickly began moving in the other direction. They were whispering about how he was a dick, but he didn’t care. He looked toward you.

Your eyes were alight with fear and wonder. He’ll never forget how you looked that day; flared blue jeans, a metallic shirt– tucked in, combat boots, and men’s flannel hung loosely around your shoulders. Your ears were pierced and you were wearing some kind of all-black necklace. He could tell you were heavier, but he thought you looked adorable nonetheless. Your weight never stopped him from thinking you were just about the cutest person he had ever seen. “Uh… thanks-”

“Billy, Billy Hargrove.”

“Thanks, Billy Hargrove.”

“No problem, Doll. I’ll walk you to class if you’d like. I don’t really give a shit if I’m late to mine.”

You smiled a bit. His heart almost melted entirely on the spot. “That would be nice.”

“Darlin’,” he said, his tone almost scolding. His hands were on your cheeks, “Never question how I feel about you. I have had my eyes on you since that day and nothing anyone says is gonna change that. When I say I think you’re gorgeous, Doll, I really do mean it with everything I’ve got.”

You folded into his chest. Your arms squeezed him tightly around his middle. His hands found their place on the back of your head and on your lower back. He gave you a tight squeeze in return. “I love you so much, Billy. You make me feel so much better about myself and if my opinion matters at all. You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen and I feel incredibly lucky to call you my boyfriend.”

It was all said in a mumble against his chest, but he heard every word. Each one vibrated his skin slightly and honestly, it was the first time he ever felt like happy crying. He pulled air through his nose harshly and smiled down at you as he backed out of the hug. “I love you too, Sweetheart. I have to get to my post before Heather comes for my ass, but we will talk about this later.”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll see you on your lunch break.” He planted one last kiss on your lips before turning away from you.

What neither of you saw coming was what happened next. Billy only made it around the corner before he heard your mother’s stern voice. Every word made him cringe. “Y/n Wheeler! Put that shirt back on. You don’t need to just be in a bathing suit. There’s too much showing. You can swim with that shirt on; it’s old and unbecoming anyways.”

You spun around to face her, your skin was hot and you felt like you were crumbling under her gaze. Her friends were whispering to each other while she was staring at you sternly. Her hands were resting on her hips as she and all of her friends were wearing just bathing suits. Of course, they all had similar figures though. Their figures matched their fatphobic ideals. “Mom please–” Your voice came out smaller than expected. It cracked under the pressure.

“No ‘mom-ing’ me. You can’t just walk around like that. You have too much weight on your bones for that. Where did you even get that suit? It’s hideous.” she paused for a moment. You knew she wanted you to put the shirt back on so the conversation could be over with, but you were completely frozen and mortified. Some of the other patrons at the pool were starting to notice the situation.

“I–”

“Don’t argue now, I am your mother.”

That was the moment Billy snapped. He came flying back around the corner and placed his arm around your middle. He rested it on your hip and basically lodged himself into your side. He wanted you to know that he was right there and he was not going to back down from this situation. He had always been civil with your mother, even through her attempts to flirt with him. This he could not be civil about, he just knew that this is what you had been hiding. Mrs. Wheeler wanted people to like her and if she had known that Billy was in earshot, he doubted that she would have said anything at all out loud. “Suddenly, the self-loathing makes sense,” he started. He was staring down your mother. You were watching his face from beside him. You could see the pain and anger in his expression. “All the time Y/n asks for reassurance, and now I finally understand why. You say shit like that all the time, don’t you Mrs. Wheeler?”

“Billy. I didn’t see you th–”

“No, you didn’t. I was on the way back to my post when I heard you harassing my Y/n. I am not going to let you talk to other guests of the pool like that, especially your own kids. You need to take a big fucking look at yourself, Mrs. Wheeler. How could you put your child down like that? I constantly have to remind Y/n that they are worthy of love and attention, despite their looks of all things, and now I know it’s because of how you treat them. Don’t try to force your kids to look or dress a certain way; you’re not going to get your way, you’re just going to make them less confident in their appearance. I will tell them every day that they are beautiful if it means eventually they will start to believe it. Jonathan does the same sort of thing for Nancy. Fuck, I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince Y/n that they are gorgeous as I see them, but Y/n, Nancy, Jonathan, and I should not be responsible for undoing years of trauma, the trauma that is completely on you, by the way, if you couldn’t tell by the anger in my voice.”

Your mother was completely stunned and so were her friends. Billy Hargrove had put your mom in her place, something no one had ever done for you. You knew that she had to be pissed, but you really didn’t care. Billy just made you feel so loved at that moment that nothing else really mattered to you. “I… I had no idea that–”

“Bullshit,” Billy didn’t let her finish her thought. “All of you, out of my pool. Hawkins Pool is a safe place, and you aren’t allowed to be in it when you talk to your kids like that.”

You looked toward your mom. She looked like she wanted to fire back, but one of her friends placed a hand on her shoulder and told her to give it up. They all liked Billy, they were going to fight with him about being banned from the people. They knew if Karen kept trying she was going to get them banned for life. “I… I don’t– thank you, Billy.”

He kissed your temple though you could tell his attention was still focused on making sure your mother left the pool grounds. “Doll, if she ever says anything like that again, you tell me and we will share plenty more words that she won’t like.”

You smiled up at him. “You really are in love with me, aren’t you?”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed your chin. “Again, Doll, never doubt my feelings for you.”

End :)

Tags: @whoringrove @thatonegirlwhowrites @alexis-m-kruger @mothshabby

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wheatnoodle · 1 year

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will and jonathan presenting hopper with adoption papers.

that’s it, that’s the post (for now)

#stranger things #will byers #jonathan byers #jim hopper #chief hopper #will byers you will always be famous #jonathan byers deserves love #hopper byers siblings #hopper byers family

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byersbootyshorts · 2 years

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Can you like, oh god this is embarrasing, can you write a Johnathan x reader smut where he like cums in his pants while making out 😭😭 but like the reader finds it really hot, idk I'm desperate for a smut like this and I can't find one anywhere!

That's How Much I Missed You

Summary: You haven't seen Jonathan since he moved to California but now that you've come to visit him he can barely resist you.

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x gn!reader

Warnings: sub!Jonathan, dom!reader, kinda fluff at the start I guess, smut, just read the request.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Bruh, I really need to write more. I hate this but oh well. The request was amazing so sorry for the shitty writing.

Excitement pulsed through you as the large wheels of the plane finally touched down in California. You gave Mike a nudge and his eyes fluttered open. You barely knew the kid but his mom had asked you to keep a close eye on him while you were both visiting the Byers.

After going through baggage claim and all that boring airport stuff you couldn’t keep still. Mike walked beside you as you made your way through droves of people. But you were only looking for one person. One face.

Suddenly, Mike took off running, waving the bunch of flowers he’d so inconveniently carried all the way from Hawkins.

‘Mike, come back,’ you called. The last thing you needed was to lose Mike Wheeler in an airport.

But then you realised what Mike was running towards. Your face lit up as you followed his trail all the way to a row of chairs. Eleven and Will jumped up first when they saw Mike coming and Jonathan wasn’t far behind when he spotted you.

You ran into his arms and he enveloped you in a hug. You hadn’t seen each other in so long but being in his arms once more you instantly felt comfortable.

‘Oh my God, your hair,’ you laughed, pulling your hands through Jonathan’s now rather long hair.

‘Yeah, it’s a bit different,’ he smiled shyly, placing a kiss in your hair. ‘What do you think?’

You raised your brow. ‘I think I need to attack it with scissors.’

‘Dude, they really are as hot as you said they were.’ You turned at the sound of the voice. A guy with the longest hair you’d ever seen and a pretty interesting outfit stood before you.

Jonathan clocked your confused expression.

‘Uh, Y/N, this is my friend, Argyle,’ he introduced

‘Nice to meet you,’ you said, holding your hand out. But he didn’t take it. Instead, he pulled you into a suffocating hug.

‘Amazing to finally meet you too, Brochacho.’

Then he walked away, towards the rest of the kids.

Jonathan chuckled at your reaction to his unusual friend.

‘Sorry, he’s a bit eccentric,’ he whispered.

‘I like him,’ you giggled.

The ride to the Byers’ new house was slow and painful. You didn’t mind listening to Will, Mike and El catch up while you sat in the back of the bright yellow pizza truck with them. But you kept catching Jonathan’s eye in the mirror and praying the journey was almost over so you could finally be alone with him. The only trouble was, that might take a while.

You knew the plan; Jonathan had told you over the phone. You’d go to his house and say hi to Joyce. Then, you’d have to leave the kids to the skating rink. And it seemed as though Jonathan’s new friend Argyle might be tagging along too. Your leg bounced in impatience as you realised you may not get to be alone with Jonathan until later that evening.

Eventually, you arrived at the Byers’ new home. It was nice seeing Joyce again. You spent a brief amount of time at the house. Mike and you left your bags where you’d be sleeping and Joyce made you all a snack before you left.

The kids were piled into the pizza van again so the only people at the entrance to the house were you, Jonathan and Argyle. Joyce had gone to the kitchen to make some work calls.

You were about to head towards the van when Argyle stopped you.

‘Listen, bros, I know how much Jonathan’s been missing you and I feel that. That sucks. So, how about you let your good pal Argyle leave the kids to Rink-O-Mania and you two lovebirds can stay here and get your grind on.’

Both you and Jonathan went wide eyed.

‘I’ll take that as a yes, my dudes,’ Argyle said before turning on his heel. ‘See you later.’

As the delivery truck drove away you began to laugh.

‘Yeah, I really like that guy.’

Jonathan led you back into the house. Joyce looked up from the table but she was on a call so she mouthed something that looked like, ‘Aren’t you supposed to be with the kids?’

‘Argyle took them,’ Jonathan whispered back.

Joyce nodded, too engrossed in her business call to question it.

Jonathan tugged your shirt, impatiently pulling you towards the stairs. You took his hand and you both ran up to his room.

As soon as the door slammed shut Jonathan’s lips were on yours. All those late-night phone calls couldn’t make up for the feeling you got when his body was against yours. All those letters you sent could make up for the pretty noises he made when you pushed him against the wall.

You pulled him as close to you as you could, grinding your body against his. Jonathan clawed at your back in desperation. One of your hands made its way up Jonathan’s shirt and stroked his toned chest. The other found its way to his hair. You tugged it lightly, and you had to admit, the extra length added some more grip. The pulling caused Jonathan to whine breathily into your mouth.

‘Okay, maybe I can get used to the hair if it makes you do that,’ you said, finally parting your lips from his. Jonathan’s face reddened with embarrassment.

You pulled away from him, observing his room for the first time.

‘Well, it’s an improvement from your old one,’ you remarked, setting yourself on his bed and leaning back on your arms. Jonathan followed you, still craving more of you. He slowly climbed onto your knee and buried his face in your neck.

‘Wow, okay, I guess we’re not talking about what we got up to in the eight months we spent apart,’ you said sarcastically.

‘Later,’ Jonathan whispered. ‘I need you.’

A smirk crept onto your face. Pulling Jonathan’s hair again you brought his eyes up to meet yours.

‘What was that?’ you teased. He loved it when you played games with him.

‘I need you, please,’ he whined, tugging at your shirt.

You grabbed Jonathan’s arms and flipped him around so he was no longer on your lap. Now, he lay sprawled on his sheets with you straddling him. You were surprised to feel a bulge already present in his pants.

Jonathan stared up at you, his eyes filled with lust. You leaned down and connected your lips once more. This time both your hands travelled to his hair, tugging it just enough to pull more whimpers from Jonathan. He whispered swears when you parted for breath. You moved your body against his, making him twitch beneath you. The bulge in his pants only grew more restless the longer you spent on top of him.

Eventually, your lips made their way down to Jonathan’s jaw, sucking lightly on the skin. Now Jonathan’s mouth was no longer occupied his whispered moans morphed into loud whines. The sound excited you, causing you to move one of your hands from his hair to his pants. You rubbed his dick through the tight cloth.

‘F-fuck,’ Jonathan whimpered at the contact. His breathing became ragged. You brought your head back up to meet his eyes and smirked down at him. You’d missed the way he squirmed under you at the lightest touch. It reminded you that he was yours. And you wanted more. You wanted him practically writhing below you.

Then, you saw Jonathan’s eyes shift down quickly, taking a quick glance at the oversized shirt you wore before they flicked back up to meet your eyes. You knew what he wanted and you were going to give it to him.

You pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your chest. Jonathan swallowed deeply, taking a shaky breath. He clawed at his own shirt and you helped him take it off.

You leaned back down and kissed him again. The heat of his exposed skin powered the lust you felt for him. The moans that Jonathan let out in your mouth made you grind harder on his covered cock as your pants began to feel wet.

Suddenly, Jonathan went stiff. He stopped kissing you and you pulled away, your brows furrowed.

‘You okay?’ you asked.

Jonathan threw his head back and placed his hands over his face.

‘Shit,’ he groaned.

And then you felt it. A warmth beneath you, right where you sat on him. It coated his jeans, soaking them. You looked at Jonathan, your eyes wide. Moving his hands away from his face you began to giggle.

‘Holy shit, you really did miss me, huh?’ you laughed.

Jonathan shook his head, his face still red, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.

‘You couldn’t even wait till you got your pants off.’

‘Sorry,’ he mumbled.

‘Oh, don’t be,’ you hesitated. ‘It was, uh, it was actually really hot.’

Then all the embarrassment washed out of Jonathan’s face and he began to laugh too. You collapsed on top of him and both of you erupted with laughter.

When you both calmed down Jonathan chuckled,

‘Now get off me so I can take my pants off.’

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers smut #jonathan byers one shot #smut oneshot #stranger things #oneshot #smut fic #stranger things smut #season 4 jonathan deserves more love

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pearlypairings · 3 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEARLY!!! 🎉🎊🎂 the world is a better place because you’re in it.

Birthday prompt:

For the pairing - Jonathan and Chrissy 😜

Scene - baking a surprise birthday cake… but the two of them together, baking it for Joyce (instead of one surprising the other)

Dialogue - "put the icing DOWN."

jonathan x chrissy || fluff, comfort, group hugs || 704 words

A/N: losty! you're always so creative, thinking out of the box and it gave me one of my favorite photocheer hcs now🥰 hope you like this one! JOYCE BYERS, our beloved<3

yesterday's prompt

Chrissy’s face had three different colors of icing smeared from her cheeks up to her ears like a clown who couldn’t decide on a blush color and went with all of them. She’d been crouched at eye-level with the cake, three piping bags, and four icing spatulas for far too long. A bead of sweat threatened to blend the white, blue and purple icings together. Enough was enough, she was becoming obsessed. “Babe, babe.” Jonathan patted her shoulder gently. “Put the icing DOWN.” “One more minute, one-more-minute. I’m almost done with these peaks on the edge—they have to be perfect.” She pushed aside her frizzy bangs with her forearm, lowering the piping tip back to the top of the cake to finish the third decorative row. He helped her get those pesky hairs out of her vision, making sure to tuck the longer pieces behind her ears and smiling at how cute her forehead looked when she was focusing. Ever since she’d come up with the idea of surprising his mom with homemade birthday cake, Chrissy hadn’t stopped planning. Besides listing out ingredients and supplies to gather, there were at least half a dozen sketches she designed for the decorative top of the round cake. “She’s gonna love it no matter what, because we made it. No need to get stressed out over icing, that’s all. She wouldn’t want you losing your mind over something we’re all gonna be chewing up tonight.” Chrissy set down her tools finally and whirled around to look at him, exasperated. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip while she stretched, straightening her spine from the hunched position she worked under. “No, I know your mom is so good. Good to you, good to Will…” she trailed off to look at the sink full of bowls and utensils stacked high. “And she’s been so good to me, even though I’m not even family.” Jonathan sighed quietly, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss the sugar-coated, tired knuckles with a certain tenderness. “So that’s what this is about? You think you need to give her something perfect to deserve her affection?” “Well, I don’t know, no—maybe, ugh. I don’t know. I just want her to know I appreciate her and love her too.” Chrissy moved toward him, shaking her head and chewing the inside of her cheek like gum. “I’m being silly, aren’t I?” “Maybe,” he said, taking her hand to pull her in close and wrap his arms over her shoulders and down her back. “Or, maybe, part of you still worries that you have to earn things in our family. But the best thing about the Byers is that once you’re in, you’re in. There’s no escaping us once we care about you, we’re like.... a bottomless pit of endless concern and questions and surprise gifts of your favorite gum from the checkout counter. No strings—or perfectly detailed icing—attached.” “God, how did I get so lucky?” Her chin pressed hard against his chest as she embraced him. He didn’t even care that her flour-ey, sugary apron would wreak havoc all over his Smiths' shirt. He could stay like this forever if she wanted. “How did we get so lucky?” His mom walked into the kitchen from her shift, hearing Chrissy’s last question and answering the same exact way Jonathan would have responded. She shrugged off her dark maroon coat, dropping the bag she brought back and forth to work, and hurried over to squeeze them both, planting loud kisses on the tops of their heads. A sudden grasp nearly pinched his shoulder right off when his mom peeked at the counter from around their group hug. “Don’t even tell me that beautiful cake is for me!” Her voice poured out fast and soaked in joy. “You guys are too cute, baking together and making something so sweet for this grateful, old mom.” “Oh, we have candles for when Will gets home later,” Chrissy gushed, slipping her fingers between Jonathan’s. “And extra sprinkles if you wanted more of those and—” And Jonathan couldn’t hear the rest. He just kept thinking about how amazing the two women in his life were. He was the only lucky one here.

#pearly birthday prompts #second prompt!#losty's imagination astounds me #photocheer #jonathan x chrissy #joyce byers #getting the cake and love she deserves #fluff #comfort #birthday cake!#stranger things ficlet #firefly graphics divider

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musicalchaos07 · 1 year

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It's just like something about Jonathan's clear anger issues in s1 and how he swallows them but they still come out sometimes "like a month"/"deal with it like the rest of us"/ "I'm pulling us over before we get more lost" but the anger is gone just as quick as it came bc he doesn't want to be angry. And the person he's angry at the most (Lonnie) is the entire reason he won't let himself feel the anger. Because he's terrified of being Lonnie. We see that over and over. Being angry is synonymous with Lonnie in his mind. So he pushes it down and now all that squashed anger has escalated him into depression.

ANYWAYS, either Vecna is going to have a field day or Steve's getting his ass beat again.

#sorry steve-o u r once again going to be in the wrong place at the wrong time #and if you challenge Daddy Issues 101 it's gonna be over 4 u #or lonnie shows up and gets his ass beat #<- that's the preferable option #y'all said we could cry over jonathan together #ALEXA PLAY FATHER OF MINE #stranger things #jonathan byers #lonnie byers #byers family #something else about the person he loves getting caught in the crossfire of his anger #and how that probably isn't helping his whole need to let her go/ she deserves better than me schtick

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