#kingofbats

[blasphcme]

! ; a planned starter for @kingofbats from jonathan.

The wedding, was of course; beautiful. The sight of all of those tables with strategically placed candles and flower arrangements juxtaposed with the dance floor absolutely overflowing with people really did make Jonathan smile. Even in the low lighting of the VFW hall, if he looked hard enough he could spot his not-so-little-now brother and his friends dancing like goofs to some song by Barry Manilow that had apparently played at Joyce’s high school prom.

 And then there was his mother; sitting at the long table designated for the wedding party with Hopper sharing a glass of champagne and more giggles than he’d ever thought her capable of. God, it was good to see her smile so much. As truly bizarre as it was to have the chief himself as his stepdad, Jonathan would take any amount of weirdness to have his mother so truly, ecstatically happy. That combined with the alcohol he’d surreptitiously hidden his enjoyment of from the newly weds made him feel loose; more at ease than he’d expected when he’d prepared for this long week back in Hawkins. 

His gaze caught on a figure he’d spotted a few times over the course of the festivities, the one and only Steve Harrington. Before he could think better of it, he wound his way through the tables and chairs to stand next to him, hands sliding into his own pockets. 

“Not tempted to go cut a rug to—” He paused for a moment, listening to the song now playing. “The Captain and Tennille?” He gave the other a crooked, tentative smile.

[mnstrhntrs]

♡ PAGING STEVE HARRINGTON!! --------- @kingofbats

        fucking   ...   dammit   .   jonathan   carded   his   fingers   through   his   hair   ,   an   annoyed   groan   passing   through   his   lips   .   steve   motherfucking   harrington   .   why   was   the   boy   on   jonathan’s   mind   all   the   time   ??   maybe   it   was   the   lack   of   closure   ---   thinking   about   it   now   ,   the   two   hardly   spoke   more   than   a   few   words   to   each   other   since   they   fought   in   that   alleyway   .

        not   that   they   weren’t   civil   to   each   other   ---   the   return   of   the   monsters   prompted   an   emergency   truce   for   the   two   .   for   the   sake   of   jonathan’s   brother   and   the   lives   of   everyone   they   loved   ,   jonathan   and   steve   ,   for   lack   of   a   better   term   ,   shut   their   fucking   mouths   .   but   now   that   the   immediate   danger   was   gone   (   keyword   :   immediate   )   jonathan   was   left   feeling   odd   .   he   needed   to   talk   to   steve   .

[herangelic]

     it’s hard to think how recently they were a couple, and how broken their relationship has become. back then, nancy would never have imagined the stress that broke them apart. but her life is complicated now, filled with government conspiracies and tears in reality. what she doesn’t need is having him on her list of enemies, or vice versa. letting out a breath, nancy steels herself towards steve’s direction. she hadn’t planned on running into him in town, but she supposes it’s now or never. “ s-steve ? can i uhm-- do you have a sec-- how, uhm, how are you ? ” / @kingofbats

[mnstrhntrs]

♡ PAGING STEVE HARRINGTON!! --------- @kingofbats

        home   again   .   she   thought   she   had   escaped   the   town   that   brought   her   nightmares   ;;   the   eternal   c h i l l   that   never   left   her   bones   no   matter   how   much   she   bundled   up   .   it   just   wasn’t   fair ---   nancy   deserved   relief   ,   as   did   the   others   that   were   affected   by   the   flower-face   .

        but   she   had   to   be   brave   ---   or   pretend   like   she   was   .   as   nancy   stepped   out   onto   the   familiar   street   after   spending   far   too   long   at   the   little   bookstore   ,   and   she   was   immediately   struck   by   something   .   not   the   wind   ,   but   the   figure   of   someone   tall   and   familiar   .   steve   ,   of   course   .  her   heart   s k i p p e d  . 

[quietbrother]

"i’m not gonna shake your hand."

change  in  expression  is  miniscule, microscopic.  a  slight  furrow  of  the  brow,  a  stiffening  of  shoulders.  GUARD  BACK  UP.  forget  it  was  ever  down.  ❛     i  was  just  going  to  say  thank  you,     ❜  jonathan  manages,  chagrined,  but  the  moment’s  passed.  THANKS  —-  FOR  BACK  THERE.  ❛     nevermind.     ❜

[nancy--wheeler]

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baaaaabe <3 this is so sweet, ty so much! ily2, thank you for always bringing the stancy feels into my life. you are such a gem and a warm soul

[damnmouth-a]

“ a kiss doesn’t mean anything. ”

KISSY SENTENCE STARTERS [OPEN]

"maybe not to you, romeo, but some people are more restrained with their affection.” she wasn’t really one of those people but hey, they existed. carol took a sip from the beer can she had just plucked from steve’s hand as she spoke. it was comon for carol to be eating or drinking from whatever steve had. for a group of assholes they shared amongst themselves quite a bit. “kisses are a big deal for most girls. it’s no surprise everyone assumed you two are a thing now.” she said as she handed the can back.

[awfultm-a-blog]

@kingofbats ❤️’d jonathans s.c.

             he’s not really sure WHAT to say. things had always been awkward between both of them - tense. hand moves to rub at the nape of his neck, and jonathan shrugs his shoulders slightly. “uh, hey. steve.”