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Do I look like him?

jonathan byers x reader

summary:

after getting you and jonathan fired from The Hawkins Post he gets a little too loud, just line Lonnie used to.

The silence in Jonathans car was unbearable. You two were driving home after just getting fired from your jobs at The Hawkins Post and you were both incredibly mad at eachother but no one wanted to adress the problems.

You two had been investigating in Mrs. Driscolls case and went a bit too far and that's what got you fired from your respective jobs. Jonathan was mad because he needed the money for college and his mom and you were mad because you needed the money for college too, but the thing was your parents were way richer than his.

He pulled into the driveway of his house and stopped the car. You two sat in silence for a few seconds before he got out of the car and inside the house. You followed shortly after him.

Joyce stood in the kitchen and seemed to catch up on the tension between us. "Hey, honey what's going on?" I stopped in the doorway, watching as Jonathan disappeared in his room. "Just a silly argument, we'll talk it out thanks Joyce." I gave her a sympathetic smile. "Tell me if i should talk to him, you know how stubborn he gets." I nodded and approached Jonathans room.

He stood by his window, staring into the forest. My heart was pounding, i knew i was in for a hell of a conversation. "I just don't know what you were thinking!" His voice was raised and he clenched his fists. "You knew that what we were doing was way out of our league and not our business! Now look what we got ourselves into!" I flinched just slightly but my defenses were up. "Jonathan i thought that this could be a big story and it is! We now know so much more about the mind flayer!" He huffed and finally turned around. "Yeah we do! But at what cost? We got fired! Do you know what that means?!"

I stayed quiet, because i did know what that meant. "Well just get other jobs.." He scoffed at that reply and stepped closer. "Yeah maybe that's easy for you to say! But during the time that were searching for jobs we could have been working! I need the money! I mean look around, do you think i can just ask my parents to pay for college like you can?" His voice became louder with every passing sentence. "No Jonathan- but there's plenty of other jobs-" he stepped even closer and i was becoming intimidated by him.

"You don't get it! Everything in life is so easy for you but it will never be like that for me! God, sometimes you're just so selfish and full of yourself and-" he was now right infront of me and i was nearly backed into a wall. I crossed my arms as an unconscious form to shield myself. "Jonathan stop-" He scoffed and just became more violent with his words. "No you could never understand what it means to grow up poor, god i don't even know if i can ever forgive you for this! You selfish-"

Joyce knocked on the door. "Jonathan? (Y/N)? Everything alright? I'm coming in." She opened the door slowly and spotted us. Me against the wall and Jonathan a few inches away from me. "Jonathan step away. (Y/N) come here darling.." I was trembling, don't know exactly from what. Fear, overwhelming, despair. I left his bedroom and went into the living room. I sat down on the couch with trembling legs.

Meanwhile Joyce looked at a desperate Jonathan. "I screwed up, i look like Lonnie.. I almost hurt her... Mom-" Joyce understood his fear, fear of becoming like his abusive father. "Jon... calm down... you didn't hurt her you just really verbally hurt her. Sit down, think about what you said and when i talked to her she will come back okay?" All he managed to do was a silent nod.

Joyce came into the living room and was faced with a crying (Y/N). She sighed and slowly sat down next to her. "Hey are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he?" I shook my head and wiped off the tears that had been staining my cheeks.

"I thought he was gonna hit me... he hates me..." I looked at Joyce with such despair and sorrow in my eyes that she embraced me. "Hey... he would never ever hit you... he may be furious but i know my son well that i know that he would never ever hit a woman... you know why? Because he had to grow up watching his father figure hit other women... i know that he regrets shouting at you now so just give him time..."

I wiped off my tears and nodded. "I made him lose his job... Joyce.. what if he breaks up with me...?" My voice cracked. "Hey hey darling don't worry, you go back to his room and talk it out... i'm sure you'll figure it out together because i know that you mean too much to Jonathan for him to just break up with you."

"Alright... i'll go talk to him." I stood up and Joyce gave me one last of her encouraging mom looks.

I walked up to his room and the door was open. He sat on the edge of his bed with his fixed on the ground. "Hey..." i slowly came inside the room. Jonathan looked up and i could tell by his eyes that he had been crying.

I sat down next to him on the bed. He didn't look at me, he almost seemed embarrassed to look at me. "I'm sorry... god i'm so sorry... I didn't mean it... I- didn't mean to make you scared or hurt I just... god you must think I'm like my dad.." He finally turned his head to look at me.

"Jon... I do admit that you scared me for a second but I know that you're nothing like Lonnie and you never will be like him.. and I'm sorry too... I made us lose our jobs and-" before i continued my well thought out apology he interrupted me.

"Hey no wait- don't apologize I'm not even mad at you anymore because what I did is so much worse." I stared at Jonathan, was he really not mad anymore? "Jonathan no... I'm sorry." He cut me off again. "No (Y/N) just let me take the blame for this one..." I sighed but couldn't help a smile.

"You're unbelievable Jonathan Byers.." For the first time during this horrible day we laughed. "Let me take you out... with the rest of my last paycheck from Hawkins Post ever.." He glanced hopefully at me and put his hand over mine. "Can't say no to that..." We both chuckled and he softly pressed his lips against mine.

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drunk confessions

. ݁𖦹₊ ⊹jonathan byers x henderson!reader. ݁𖦹₊ ⊹

1.6 k words

summary:

the boy that you've always known, but also kind of didn't turns out to be a great help when you're drunk and have no way to go home

tags:

fluff, alcohol, parties, season two, oblivious jonathan, dustin the menace, puke, idk wha else

31.10.1985

jonathan sat in his car contemplating if he should really go into Tina's house and attend the party. He doesn't really have friends that he might know there but who cares right? It's just one night.Before he could know it he was stepping out of his car and made his way up to the porch.

To think that it was barely 10 pm and there were already people laying on the grass and throwing up. He never quite understood the party culture.He stepped inside the crowded and loud house and immediately regretted his choice. He looked around for any familiar face but there was no chance.

The faces that he knew from hallways usually so composed were now making a chaos across the whole house.After some moments of getting himself a drink and just watching from a corner like he usually does he noticed her. His little brothers friends sister dancing like there's no tomorrow.

He knew her, but didn't really know her.

By knowing her he meant that when they were kids they used to hang out at the wheeler's badement along side their brothers, forced to dress up in silly homemade costumes for their dnd campaign's. Their roles were always somehow romantically involved. Much to the boys' amusement because of how Jonathan got flustered when they had to act as a couple. That was probably the closest he ever got to being romantically involved.

Years have passed since the last time they had gathered together in the wheeler's basement.

Now they only said Hi to eachother when picking up thei brothers at the same time.

Charlotte had shown her support and condolences last year when will went missing. But that was about it. He didn't hope for much more anyway. Did he?

He noticed how she was stumbling among the other teenager's. Man she looked drunk out of her mind. "You look way too sad to be at a party." A sudden voice ripped him out of his trance. He turned around to be faced with a girl that was most likely dressed as a member of the band kiss. "Yeah well uhm.. this isn't really my thing."

She just chuckled and took a sip of her drink. He didn't even want to know what that was. "Kiss?" He asked awkwardly without thinking much of it. "I-I mean the band!" He tried to save himself after realizing what he had said. Again she just laughed. "You have good taste in music but I think the girl you've been admiring from afar for the past minutes just went outside and it's not looking good for her. Go check on her." "What? I haven't been-" But he was cut off with a knowing glare from the stranger.

He sighed and knew that there was no way of getting out of this and so he went outside on the porch again and found her on the grass. This totally isn't weird right? He awkwardly approached her because he wasn't even sure that she would know who he is when she's so drunk.

The moment she laid eyes on him she grinned. "Didn't think I'd get to see your face here Byers." Her words were slurred and her eyes were droopy. "I'm a little surprised of myself too to be honest. But I would rather worry about you." Her answer was just a half murmured "why do you care".

Right, why do I care

He got nervous under her unwinding gaze. "I- mean someone has to look out for you." She chuckled lightly. "Jonathan Byers always the one looking after people-"

Her words were cut off by her suddenly turning over and throwing up all over the grass. "This is exactly why I look after people. " She wiped her mouth and coughed. "I don't even know where my friend is, she drove me here."

She clumsily tried to sit up and nearly fell into her own barf. "Hey- don't rush." He extended his hand and pulled her up. He wrapped one arm around her to support her wobbly legs.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" He said without even considering what he was asking. She turned her head to him and dazily gazed at him before nodding. "I guess so, don't really want to spend the night on the front lawn of a random girls front porch."

They slowly made their descend down the driveway and down to Jonathan's car. She leaned into his touch and he swore he felt her warm breath against his shoulder.

After almost tripping twice he made sure that she was buckled up in the passenger seat and got into the driver seat. He rummaged through his collection of casette tapes and put a tape on that he thought she might like

The Smiths: Hatful Of Hollow

She was slumped back against the seat and hummed to the songs that quietly played in the car. He tried to not glance at her but his worry and nervousness made that hard. After some time the humming stopped and she closed her eyes. He took this opportunity to really look at her. Though her eyes were closed her face was forming a frown. He wondered why.

He pulled up to the Henderson house and parked his car in the driveway. "Hey were here." She didn't move. "Charlotte." Again, nothing. Jonathan got out of the car and opened the passenger door. He softly shook her shoulders. "Charlotte were home."

She let out something uncoherent and opened her eyes. She looked up at him with a drowsiness and something else.. "Can you... bring me to my room? I don't think I'll make it." He tensed up at the suggestion. He, in a girls room, most likely full with girly things, alone with her, having to put her to bed? This was uncharted territory for him. "Uh- yeah sure.. just tell me which way to go." She nodded and he wrapped his arm around her again.

The journey to her bedroom was a whole ordeal. First she thought that she had lost her keys at the party, they were in her pocket. Then they nearly tripped down the stairs and almost woke up her mom and Dustin. And lastly they got jumpscared by mews, her cat.

Jonathan quietly opened the door, mews slipping past him and into her bedroom. He gently laid Charlotte down on her bed. She mumbled drowsily:"I need to take my shirt off... ew.." Her shirt was full of barf and grass stains. "Y-Y you should."

Out of politeness he turned away. She tried to pull the shirt over head but failed halfway through. "Jon... help-" He hesitantly turned around, eyes immediately locking onto her revealed lace bra. He averted his gaze and shyly tugged the shirt over her head. "Thanks..." She noticed his red tinted face and grinned. "First time seeing a girl this undressed? Don't worry, this stays between us."

He immediately tried to defend himself. "I-I'm sorry I swear I wasnt looking on purpose-" he looked away, at anything but the blue lace and the form of her breasts that sat just right. "It's okay Jon.. You're my friend so..." She laid back down and pulled the cover over her chest much to Jonathan's relief.

"You gonna be okay?" He managed to look at her again. "Yeah I think so... thank you for saving me knight in shining armor." He smiled and stood up, checking one last time if everything is alright. Mews jumped on her bed and curled up beside her leg. "I guess I'll go home then, good night..." He turned around to leave.

"Leaving without a good night kiss..?"

He thought that he just imagined that sentence in his head. "What?" She grinned sheepishly. "You heard me." For a moment he just stood there unsure what to do. "Come here Jon..." her words were coming out unfiltered, the alcohol basically dissolving it.

He took slow steps back to her bed, now standing right next to her head. She turned her head slightly, offering her cheek. He hesitated, just stared at it. "I'm not going to bite byers." He just stood still, unsure of what to respond. "You're drunk, I shouldn't..." She sighed dramatically. "I may be drunk but I still know what I want.."

He then slowly leaned down and left a peck ln her cheek. Jonathan quickly straightened up again. She smiled. "You know... I'm sorry for not talking to you much at school... but you're actually very nice and... cute..." what? Cute? Did she really say that?

"I-I uh- I'm not cute Charlotte..." He tried to deny it. "What? Or should I say pretty?" He blushed uncontrollably at that, he had to get out of here.

"You don't mean that you're drunk." Her eyes softened. "I do... but maybe we should have this conversation sober.. night Byers, drive home safely and don't hit a tree." He huffed. "Good night Charlotte."

He opened the door and looked back at her one more time. She was staring at him and smiled. He turned off the lights and closed the door. After some seconds of gathering himself he walked down the stairs.

Suddenly, Dustin emerged from the kitchen and stood at the foot of them. "Jonathan?!" He whispered. "What in the world is going on? Why are you in my house? Are you screwing my sister?!" Jonathan looked helpless. "No! No I'm not! I drove her home from a party, she's wasted! It's not what it looks like!" He walked down the rest of the stairs and stood face to face with the boy. Dustin looked at him skeptically.

"Well maybe the bet I made with Will can finally be over." Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows. "What bet?" Dustin shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh you know, just you two finally giving into the thing that you've had going on since like 5th grade."

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