#byers

But I saw you

Will makes half his sets while he’s in school before he gets busy with his own stuff and they oscillate between sharing a vision and brain and knowing exactly what the other one wants and getting in huge arguments about the true Artistic Vision

Jonathan asked Steve to act in something just Once because he needed the classically handsome leading man (who represents Society and gets eaten by the monster, he’s still judgey and can’t quite get over his hang ups with Steve) and it went absolutely abysmally. turns out charm and charisma does not equal acting chops. Steve mentioned “you know, maybe if you added a big action scene and some jokes and let the hero win, people would actually like it, man” and it almost restarted their feud

Summary: In which everyone believed that Steve truly got over Nance. During a show down. Reader is the middle child, so a year younger than Jonathan, close to Steve's age.

ps: english isn't my first language so i apologize for small errors. enjoy!

Steve never intentionally got over Nancy.

Let’s be clear that when he offered her a drive with Robin a few years ago, or now while the five of you stood at the radio station outside the electric panels, Steve automatically slipped into show off mode and took off his jacket. Your brother was standing next to him, and even if you could not meet his gaze, you could feel the death glare aimed straight at Steve. “Seems kind of dangerous,” Nancy said to all of you while looking up at the electric tower.

But of course, Steve never set aside his cocky side. Not entirely, especially when he shrugged as if climbing the tower would be a simple task, interoperated that as “Aka, job for good old Steve Harrington.”

“No third person please,” Robin whined, and she was not wrong since both you and Nancy laughed at the comment. Yet none of you seemed aware that the entire display was not for your sake but for Nancy alone. Even though she had made it clear back at the Creel house that she had no interest in Steve anymore and had not been bothered by the fact you might have a crush on him, even encouraging you to express those feelings, here you were barely acknowledging any of it. That alone made your brother share the same impatience Nancy felt soon after you had told them.

Impatient. And if you were not going to say anything, you knew they would. Or at least you hoped they would not.

Your brother stepped beside Steve. “I actually think it might be a better job for Jonathan Byers.” Steve almost snorted a laugh as if it were second nature to him, tossing his coat directly at you even though the motion showed it had been meant for your brother. You barely managed to catch it. “Don’t sweat it Byers. Don’t sweat it.”

Steve somehow found a way into the electrical room, but he did not realize your brother was already climbing up. “Son of a bitch,” Steve murmured as both of them climbed at the same speed. You all stood there awkwardly. Not just for them, but for Nancy too.

“I cannot believe they are doing this to impress you,” Robin said with her arms crossed, watching everything with amusement. “The only thing I am missing is popcorn.”

Nancy laughed softly, shaking her head as guilt crept in. When she glanced your way, she noticed the vacant look both you and your brother wore. If boredom had a face, it would have been yours. She nudged your arm. “Did you tell him yet?”

You blinked. Whatever she said pulled you back into the moment, and Robin grew instantly curious even though the question had not been meant for her. “What?” she said, her eyes widening as she placed both hands on your shoulder and leaned in to listen.

Nancy’s knowing sigh was enough to make you tense as she threw you a look full of being unconvinced by your innocence. “What? I have no idea what you are talking about,” you said, acting along only for Robin’s sake. It was not that you disliked her because you adored her, but just like Steve she had no filter or mouth to shut. By now she would have tugged Steve by the arm or slapped the back of his head for not taking the time to get to know you, or in Nancy’s hopes pushed him into getting over her.

Nancy pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes before answering. You already had one older brother who lectured you, so you did not need another, yet you appreciated her effort. “Look. What we discussed back at the Creel house. If you do not tell him…”

By the time the boys came back, you knew you could hold onto your delusions a little longer. But Nancy clearly wanted an answer now. Something you often lacked considering you were a Byers, and Byers were not great with quick responses. You shrugged, letting out a sigh. “We have not spoken since. If that is your answer then yes, I completely blew it. It was not the right time either. Eddie and Max were still cursed. We needed answers for them, and I wanted answers for myself. Yet the way he kept looking at you made me realize it was hopeless to begin with. I just do not want to feel like I am being used as a replacement, you know?”

Robin gasped, and Nancy instantly turned toward her with a silent warning, but Robin could not help herself. “Wait. So that is why you two were so awkward the ride back home. I almost wanted to pick up a hitchhiker because neither of you could look each other in the eye. It was so awkward I wanted to vomit.”

You chuckled nervously. Typical Robin, you thought, smiling as Nancy gently pulled you back into focus by cupping your face. “You have to tell him either way. I cannot live like this. Besides, I am really thinking about living with your brother forever.” Your eyes lit up. “Wait, so you two are finally thinking about it? Like the ring…”

You remembered Jonathan asking Murray about an early gift, the one you begged Jonathan to let you help with. He had wanted to ask Nancy to be his wife. Only you knew, because he planned to tell the family eventually. But also because you couldn't stop pestering your ears everywhere. He swore you to secrecy. Which was why when you spoke, Nancy immediately suspected something. “What ring?” You froze. You had revealed the gift meant for Nancy, something you had promised not to tell anyone. Especially her.

You cleared your throat as her brows furrowed. “I mean, that is really great to hear. Honestly, he has been nothing but good to you. I really think you two are going to last forever.”

She smiled at your promise. A win in your book for changing subject really quickly. “My sister in law,” she said warmly, her arms wrapping around as a warm hug.

“Now what is this charming moment about?” Steve and Jonathan arrived from climbing. Clearly out of breath. None of you had noticed them yelling from the top. “And did you not hear us?” your brother asked with a slight pout when you looked their way, the three of you sharing a soft giggle.

“And all the running just for you,” Steve murmured, leaning close to your ear, making Nancy and Robin exchange confused looks. His arm wrapped around your waist. “Do not mind me if I steal her for a little?” Nancy did not mind at all. “No. Go, in fact.”

“Good, because I think I found the best view for our second date.”

“Second date?!”

Robin, Nancy and Jonathan all said it at the same time. You chuckled in Steve’s arms, leaning shyly into the crook of his neck as a smug grin formed on his face. “She did not tell you?”

Nancy almost snapped her head toward you. She gave you a look that screamed you fool, yet her lips curved into a smirk. “You little liar. You said you did not.”

“Well. Remember the Creel house? When Robin said we were awkward after the visit?”

Robin and Nancy exchanged a look and nodded.

“That was the same day I finally told him how I felt. We were not ready to be public. We... shared our first kiss there too. But after that night when I snuck out of the house and Mom found out and went ballistic or that other night Jonathan thought someone was in my room when it was actually Steve. We have been seeing each other quietly, and ever since then we have grown closer.”

Steve gently traced circles on your knuckles, noticing how nervous you were. “She was not ready. And I respected her choices. Considering she was still grieving Eddie's death. So I kept playing the old Steve still in love with Nance routine. Until we could sneak out and be together.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“You two,” Jonathan groaned. “Mom is going to need an explanation because one of you broke her vase near my sister’s room.”

“About that,” Steve said while rubbing his neck. “I already bought a new one.”

“Well I will be damned Harrington. And Byers,” Nancy said, shaking her head with a laugh. Robin rolled her eyes but smiled. “I hate to be the one to end the fun but we have a convoy to get to tonight. So we better get ready.”

You all nodded, and before the five of you headed inside the radio barn, Nancy tugged Jonathan’s arm. “Your sister mentioned something about a ring. Was it for your mom? I did not know she and Hopper were getting married.” Jonathan froze. That little menace, he thought. He cleared his throat. “Yes. Mom. Well it is more of a souvenir ring. It reminded me of her mother so I decided to gift it to her.”

Nancy, completely unaware, smiled in awe. “That is so sweet. See you inside.”

He nodded and before he grabbed the door, he caught sight of you receiving a last kiss from Steve before being pushed playfully aside. “That hurts,” you complained from the toss. He whispered urgently, “You did not tell her about the ring I was supposed to give her.” He glared as you shrugged, in your defence finally speaking “I have no idea what you mean.”

He rolled his eyes. Jonathan hated being lied to and right now his face showed it. “Y/N.”

You sighed in defeat. “Fine. I almost slipped.”

Jonathan finally smiled. “Thank you. And this will be proof on why I should never tell you anything. Especially since I was tempted to tell Steve about the gift you want to give him.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped in protest. “Please don't.”

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “You are lucky I will not.”

“Lucky for what Byers,” Steve said as he pushed open the door. “Not tormenting her.”

Jonathan shook his head. “Never in a thousand years,” he said, though his tone hinted otherwise. You stuck your tongue out, making him laugh. “Just a warning for her not to pry too much or reveal secrets when she should keep quiet.”

“Oh the gift you were going to give Nance. Cool by the way. She will love it.” Steve said completely innocent by it.

“Less loud please.” He glanced at you, knowing you were in trouble after this. You shrugged with a tiny “Oops.”

“Yeah, oops.”

“Get inside.”

You chuckled and stepped inside. Nancy and Robin asked if everything was fine. You nodded. Your brother shut the door, and Steve stayed close beside you. He whispered, “Jonathan is right. You are not good at hiding gifts or surprises. I could not help but love the shirt you left in my car. I might wear it for our date.” You buried your face in his chest in embarrassment as he kissed your forehead. “Do not worry. Once everything is over, we will get that date on top of the electric tower.”

smoking isn't for everyone.

will byers x male reader

a.n. :: au where billy and max never moved to hawkins, reader is billy's bio brother.

Three months, twenty-seven days, and ten hours since he had arrived in Lenora Hills, California after fighting a giant monster from the Upside Down made out of rat and human gunk with fireworks. Will had once again become a freak and an outcast, but instead of a group of friends, he had Jane. Jane was awesome, sure, a great friend and an even better sister, but Will still felt lonely.

There's a lot of weirdness that Will had went through in his life, but he wouldn't have ever thought he and Jane would hit a social climb. (Name) Hargrove and his stepsister, Max Mayfield. (Name) was at the top of the pyramid, hot, witty, smart, popular. His stepsister, Max, wasn't all that far off, either, but she was more stand-offish. He could still hear (Name)'s voice in his head from two weeks ago.

"Hey, Byers. You're new, right? I'm (Name), this is my sister, Max. It's nice to meet you." Out of the kindness of his heart, too. Who wouldn't like that? It wasn't a stretch to say Will was infatuated with the boy, after all, almost everyone was. There was a problem, Will wasn't a girl. Will knew he was gay; he came to terms with it numerous times, but it hurt to know he could like someone that could never like him back.

Three days until Mike came to visit, three days to finish his painting, three days until the voice coming from Jane's lips stopped going off 24/7. Will was happy for her, seriously, but; seriously! The doors near the back of the school swung open, Will walking out with his backpack slung over his shoulder. He knew there was seating out here, the bell hadn't rung yet, and he had homework due the next period. He needed somewhere quiet, and for whatever reason, the library wasn't open. His feet move across the grass, looking up to see a singular picnic table.

Will sat down in the middle of one of the benches, backpack being placed next to him. He unzips his backpack and starts to pull out his folder when he hears a voice.

"Hey, Byers." A smooth, silky voice flooded his ears. Will's head snapped up. (Name) Hargrove. He was leaning against the wall, the toe of his shoe digging into the ground. There was a cigarette pinched between his fingers, smoke rising from it. Will's eyes widened slightly. It wasn't a secret that (Name) smoked, but to see him doing it right outside school?

Will forgot he was supposed to answer. "H- hey. Hey." Will responds, a small awkward smile on his face. (Name) kicks off the wall and sits down on the bench opposite Will. His head tilts slightly, he takes another drag, and stubs the cigarette out right on the table.

"Hey." (Name) responds, a smile on his face. He turns his head to blow the smoke out, turning back to Will. "What're you doing?"

"Um, well, nothing. The library's closed, decided to come out here." Will's eyes fix on the burn mark on the table, fingers tapping along the wood.

"Not gonna snitch, are you?" (Name) asks, leaning the slightest bit forward. Will's eyes latch onto (Name)'s gaze and he can't help but blush a little under it.

"Uh, n- no. I don't really care about that kind of stuff," he mumbles, thumbs twiddling under the table. (Name) barks out a laugh and leans back to his original spot, looking away.

"Yeah, I figured. Your brother's a pothead, yeah? Johnathan? My brother gets sick of his shit, they share, like, two classes together." (Name) says. Will's eyebrows furrow. He's seen (Name)'s brother, heard stories about him from Max. If he wasn't as nice as (Name), could Johnathan be getting picked on? He was probably overthinking it, considering both were adults, but it was still a worrying thought.

"Yeah, uh... I don't like it, either. He isn't himself, you know?" Will responds, his face once again heating up. It was weird being so vulnerable like this.

"Drugs make you do crazy things, Byers. That's why I smoke nic' and not pot." (Name) jokes, but before Will can respond again, the bell rings. Will curses at himself, realizing the unfinished homework was still sitting out on the bench. He quickly puts the folder away.

"Let's go. I'll walk you." (Name) says, already stood up and at the end of the bench. Will pauses but nods, and the two walk back into the building.

"Hey, Angela!" Will hears the voice before he sees it, looking through a crowd of kids. It was the final day, Mike coming tomorrow, and he and Jane couldn't be more excited. So why did he hear her scream? Racing down the steps he saw her with her hand stuck out, and his hand flew to his mouth.

If Will happened to be any other bystander he would've seen the scene as funny, but all he can do is cringe. Would Jane really have killed her? He looks to see Max on the ground next to Jane's broken diorama, picking up the pieces. He goes to help.

"Hey." Max greets, giving Will the pieces she had picked up. Will's confused for a moment and goes to ask Max why she was getting up, but when Max runs up to Angela and decks her in the face, Will just keeps his head down and continues to pick up the diorama.

Because of that whole ordeal, Max, Angela, and Jane had to stay after school to talk to the principal, and by extension, Will and (Name).

"Shit, I bet Billy's giving them all hell right now." (Name) starts, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette. Much to Will's surprise, he moved away before smoking.

"Yeah. My mom's probably doing that too." Will responds, running his hands along his legs. The two were sitting on the steps outside the school, waiting for their families to be done. Will off handedly wonders why Max's mom or his dad aren't here, but he finds himself remembering what was said about them and keeps the thought to himself.

"In front of that crowd, I don't know what she was thinking would happen. Jane has an IEP, right? Something like that? Fucked up." (Name) scoffs.

Will skips over the IEP thing. He didn't know what that was. "Yeah, it's... I still don't know why Jane chooses to be nice to her. She got an invite to her birthday party." Will sighs.

"She did, huh? I guess I'll have to see her there, then, I got one too." (Name) says. Will pauses. He was going? Why was he going? To protect Jane, maybe? Will already told her that he and Mike would be coming, but now...

"You'll, uh... see me too." Will decides.

"I will?"

"Yeah. I'm, uh... Jane's plus one, yeah."

The two are quiet for a second. (Name) blows out the last of the smoke and stubs his cigarette out on the steps, scooting back over to Will.

"Cool."

The day of the party, Will is all sorts of pissed. Jane's been lying for all of the, what, three days Mike has been here? He hasn't gotten a chance to talk to him alone at all, but it isn't like Mike is trying to make an effort either.

"Jane, hey!" The familiar voice of Max rings through his ears, and he's looking up to see Max in bright colored clothes. Jane lights up immediately and the two start talking, eventually bringing Mike into the conversation. Max says hi and what's up to Will, but then the three go back.

And then (Name) comes up in front of Will, wearing a shirt that's just so unbuttoned it's teasing at his chest and leather pants. Will is undoubtedly breathless, and his eyes fix shamefully on the exposed skin before quickly looking up to meet (Name)'s eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You wanna get out of here? I can't skate." (Name) points to a back exit with his thumb.

"Not in those pants, you're not." Will jokes. "But, uh..." Will wavers his options. Get left out or hang out with the hottest man in the universe his age? Will's ditching his skates and following (Name) with a smile.

Once the two get outside (Name) is lighting a cigarette, moving away from Will. He's been grateful all this time, but he can't help but be pulled toward (Name) like he's a magnet. Will steps closer.

"Have I ever told you that you're cute, Byers? Like a little puppy." (Name) starts, putting his arm around Will's shoulders. And, holy shit, he must be dreaming.

"Wh-... ah, huh?" Will stutters, face turning red. He can hear (Name)'s laugh. His head turns and he's blowing smoke away from Will, but turning his head back right after.

"You're cute. I've been meaning to dig my claws into you for a while, but it's just been too public. You're around Jane or other people or the tone isn't right and I've been getting impatient." (Name) goes on. Claws? Will can't even begin to fathom what brought this on, but, jesus. Mike is here, the boy he's had a crush on since childhood, and now (Name) is confessing to him.

"Shit, I... I don't know. You're hot and you're amazing personality wise, but..." Will wants to say yes so badly. But to drag someone like this into his world? No. He can't. "I'm- I'm just not ready. For a relationship. For anything, I guess."

Will braces himself to get pushed away, laughed at, anything. But (Name)'s arm is still warm around his shoulders and he's still smoking with no care in the world. "Didn't expect that one. I get it, though. Thanks for being honest with me."

"Thanks for not freaking out on me."

"You kidding? I'm the one confessing my love for another man, you should be freaking out on me." (Name) scoffs.

"I'm gay, too." Will confesses.

"Oh. Ugh, don't tell me. Jane's boyfriend?" (Name)'s head turns to Will lazily, and Will freaks out.

His assignment

Jonathan Byers x reader

The older Byers brother has a reputation at Hawkins High. quiet, strange, the kind of boy people whisper about and laugh at when they think he can’t hear, Y/n knows that. So during a passing period one day when Jonathan asks her to come over to help with his project, she can't say no.

TW:mentions of bullying, Jonathan sideway walking, feasting, cunnilingus

Masterlist

My hands rummaged through the disaster in my locker. Crumpled notes, old tests, a pen that hadn’t worked since September. Anything to look busy. The hallway noise buzzed around me like static until I heard it. That soft click click of a camera strap sliding against denim.

Jonathan Byers.

I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. He moved differently from everyone else. Quiet, careful, like he was trying not to exist too loudly. The camera always hung around his neck like it was part of him. Something safe to hide behind. Everyone called him the freak. Whispered about how he took pictures of people when they weren’t looking. I never joined in, maybe I was wrong for listening, feeding the mouth of the monster which was Hawkins High. But the rumors would stick to him regardless.