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They’re definitely not gay for each other.
Probably.
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They’re definitely not gay for each other.
Probably.
You always noticed it
Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader x Jonathan Byers
Summary: You never meant to end up in the middle of Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers, but after a buried past between them resurfaces, years of tension, jealousy, and unresolved feelings finally come to the surface, pulling all three of you into something messy, intimate, and impossible to ignore.
Warnings: 18+ / MDNI! , threesome, slow burn, mutual pining, jealousy, possessiveness (soft, emotional), unresolved tension, hurt/comfort, angst, emotional repression, friends to lovers, smoking, alcohol use, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex (M/F receiving), M/M kissing, fingering, overstimulation, emotional vulnerability, praise kink undertones, obsessive feelings, eventual emotional resolution
A/N: This is my first fic here ever, and English is not my first language, so please be kind with me while reading it. I’m still learning and doing my best, I really hope you enjoy it anyway. And I can´t forget to thank mimi, juni, maría and sierra, because they were the first people to read this and the ones who convinced me it was worth sharing it. 💙
The tension between Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers was impossible to ignore.
It was in the silences, the lingering eye contact, and the way Steve got louder and cockier whenever Jonathan was around, like he had something to prove.
Jonathan avoided looking at Steve for too long, but always ended up staring anyway when he thought nobody noticed.
At first, you honestly thought they just couldn’t stand each other, then you started seeing things that didn’t make any sense.
The way Steve sometimes touched Jonathan, quick hands on his shoulder, fingers brushing his wrist, grabbing his arm during conversations, only for both of them to freeze afterward like they had crossed some invisible uspoken line.
Jonathan, on the other hand, tensed whenever Steve got too close, even though he never actually moved away.
Their arguments always felt too personal, too emotionally charged to be about whatever they were pretending to fight about.
And somehow, without meaning to, you got stuck in the middle of it.
You met them separately at first, but eventually movie nights turned into late night drives, the late night drives turned into staying over at Steve’s place until sunrise and suddenly the three of you were spending almost every day together.
Steve flirted a lot with you from the beginning, shameless smiles, lazy arms around your shoulders, constant teasing that always made you laugh harder than you wanted to.
Jonathan was different. Quieter.
He noticed things that caught you off guard, tiny details you never remembered telling him in the first place. Your favorite songs. The way you took your coffee. The exact expression you made whenever Steve said something particularly irritating.
Without even trying, he always seemed to notice when your mood shifted before anyone else did.
The closer you got to them, the messier everything became.
Steve hated how naturally Jonathan understood you, watching the two of you fall into quiet conversations while everyone else talked around you.
Jonathan couldn’t stand how easily Steve touched you, the casual hands on your waist, the lazy way you leaned into him without even thinking about it, like being close to Steve had already become second nature.
One night after too many beers at Steve’s place, the three of you ended up in the kitchen while Steve and Jonathan argued over music or movies or some other stupid thing that shouldn’t have mattered nearly as much as it suddenly did.
“You always do this” Jonathan snapped.
Steve let out a bitter laugh “Do what?”
“This thing where you act like nothing gets to you"
“Oh, right" Steve shot back immediately “And you’re so honest about your feelings Byers?”
The room went quiet so fast that it almost felt violent, both of them realizing at the exact same moment they’d said too much.
You looked between them, confused, because this wasn’t just normal irritation anymore. This felt old, buried, too personal.
“What the hell is actually going on between you two?” you finally asked.
Jonathan looked away, Steve dragged a hand down his face, suddenly looking exhausted, and for a second neither of them said anything.
Then Steve laughed, quiet this time, but there was nothing amused about it.
“You really wanna know?”
Jonathan tensed “Steve…”
“No, it’s fine” Steve interrupted quietly staring down at the beer bottle in his hands “It happened after Starcourt”
You frowned slightly.
“We thought we were going to die” he continued “Everything was fucked up and we were bleeding and terrified and adrenaline was insane and…” He trailed off his jaw tightening “I guess one thing led to another”
You stared at him for a second before realization hit “Oh”
Jonathan let out a humorless laugh from across the kitchen lighting a cigarette just to have something to do with his shaking hands “And we agreed to never talk about it again”
“But it seems you really want to” you said before thinking
Neither of them answered which was answer enough. Because now you could see it everywhere.
The way Steve’s voice softened whenever he talked about Jonathan when he wasn’t around. The way Jonathan watched Steve whenever he laughed.
How they always somehow ended up standing too close to each other like two people orbiting one another no matter how hard they tried not to.
None of you knew how to act normal anymore. Everything felt loaded, every touch lasted too long, every glance felt too dangerous.
Movie nights became torture. You always ended up between them on the couch Steve’s arm resting behind your head while Jonathan’s knee brushed against yours like neither of them noticed it.
But he always noticed, they both did, and still nobody ever said anything about it, instead, the pression just kept building until it became impossible to ignore it.
Steve got more openly possessive after that night. Not in an aggressive way, nothing like that.
It was more like he suddenly couldn’t stop touching you. A hand on your waist whenever he walked past, fingers brushing your thigh during conversations, pulling you closer without even thinking whenever Jonathan made you laugh too hard.
Like some part of him needed the contact before he even realized what he was doing.
And Jonathan noticed every single time.
You could see it in the way his jaw tightened whenever Steve touched you. The way his eyes lingered for just a second too long. The fact he started smoking more anytime the three of you were together.
Steve noticed too, of course he did.
The way Jonathan looked at you whenever you weren’t paying attention. The way your entire expression softened around him without you even realizing it. How Jonathan could get under your skin without even trying.
The worst part was that neither of them seemed angry about the other wanting you. They were angry because they wanted each other too.
In what was supposed to be just another normal movie night at Steve’s, rain hammered against the windows while some stupid horror movie played in the background completely ignored by all three of you.
The atmosphere in the room had become unbearable hours ago.
Steve was sitting too close to you on one side, Jonathan too close on the other and every tiny movement felt charged.
At some point Steve reached over to grab a drink at the exact same time Jonathan did and their hands collided, both of them freezing.
Jonathan pulled away first standing abruptly from the couch like he needed distance from the situation before it swallowed him whole.
“This is getting ridiculous” he muttered
Steve scoffed “Yeah? Then say something Byers”
Jonathan turned toward him immediately “About what?”
“Oh my god” Steve laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair “You seriously wanna keep pretending this isn’t happening?”
“Nothing is happening”
“Right” Steve snapped “That’s why you look at me like that”
The room went silent.
Jonathan stared at him visibly tense “You don’t know what you’re talking about Harrington”
“Bullshit”
Jonathan looked furious but underneath it was something worse. Fear.
“You were the one who wanted to forget it happened remember?” he said quietly
Steve’s expression cracked for a second “Because I thought you would regret it”
Jonathan let out a soft exhausted laugh “I regretted pretending it didn’t mean anything”
You felt the shift in the room like something had finally broken open after trying for so long to keep it buried.
Steve watched Jonathan for a long moment before speaking again quieter this time. “I never stopped thinking about it”
Jonathan’s entire expression changed, softer, vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before.
And suddenly you realized neither of them had ever truly wanted to let the other go. They’d just been terrified of ruining whatever they still had left.
You noticed everything unfolding in front of you and moved before you could think.
One second Jonathan was standing there looking at Steve like he still couldn’t decide if any of this was real.
The next your hand was on his jaw pulling him into a kiss and he kissed you back instantly like he’d been waiting for it.
Steve watched for barely a second before letting out this quiet almost disbelieving laugh under his breath.
“Jesus Christ” he muttered running a hand through his hair already looking overwhelmed by the entire situation.
Steve’s hand found your waist while Jonathan’s fingers curled tightly into your shirt and for a second nobody seemed to know who was kissing who anymore.
It was messy and clumsy and desperate in the way things only become after being buried for too long.
You could feel it in the way Steve kept looking at Jonathan between kisses like he still couldn’t fully believe this was real.
Like part of him was waiting for Jonathan to pull away and shut the whole thing down before it could become something dangerous.
But he didn’t. If anything Jonathan looked just as overwhelmed by finally being allowed to want this openly.
“You’re staring again” Steve murmured quietly at one point, his forehead resting briefly against Jonathan’s.
Jonathan rolled his eyes, but there wasn’t any real bite behind it anymore “You talk too much”
Steve smiled at that, small and almost nervous, somehow more intimate than everything else that had happened so far “Yeah, but you like it”
Jonathan didn’t deny it.
He just kept looking at Steve for a long second before finally admitting “I hated pretending it didn’t mean anything”
And that seemed to completely undo Steve. You watched his expression soften so fast it almost hurt to look at, relief and fear combined.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that” Steve admitted quietly.
Jonathan let out a quiet laugh under his breath, looking embarrassed and completely undone, affectionate in a way he probably didn’t even realize was painfully obvious.
“Could’ve said something too Harrington”
“Yeah well” Steve muttered, moving closer again until there was barely any room left between the three of you “I told you I thought you regretted me”
Something in Jonathan’s face softened immediately.
“I would never regret you” he admitted quietly.
The entire room suddenly felt too close after that.
The storm outside, the low lighting and lingering hands. All of it disappeared compared to the way they were looking at each other now.
You kissed Steve first this time, mostly because he looked dangerously close to completely falling apart otherwise.
That earned a breathless laugh against your mouth before his hands pulled you closer, like he couldn’t help it. Jonathan moved in almost right after, and suddenly the three of you were tangled together on the couch in a blur of limbs and quiet laughter.
Steve kissed with all desperation, intensity and just enough clumsy urgency to make your chest ache.
Jonathan was different. Slower. More careful somehow, but no less overwhelming. Every touch from him felt intentional, like he was trying to memorize the feeling before it had the chance to disappear.
Steve kept looking at Jonathan between kisses, something uncertain hidden underneath all the confidence he usually wore so easily, and Jonathan visibly lost whatever composure he had left every single time Steve touched him accidentally. Or maybe not accidentally anymore.
At some point Steve’s hand slipped across Jonathan’s waist while he was kissing you, and Jon actually stopped breathing for a second.
You noticed. Steve definitely noticed too.
“You okay there Byers?” Steve murmured teasingly.
Jonathan rolled his eyes, but his face was already noticeably flushed “Shut up”
That pulled a soft laugh out of Steve against your neck, and something about the sound seemed to completely break whatever restraint Jonathan still had left. Because suddenly he was kissing Steve too.
Not rushed or messy, just this quiet moment where Jonathan finally leaned in like he was exhausted from fighting himself for so long and Steve absolutely melted for it.
“Jesus” Steve whispered breathlessly after they finally pulled apart slightly “You have no idea what that just did to me”
Jonathan looked completely thrown off after that, like he genuinely didn’t know what to do with the confession sitting openly between them now.
He ducked his head slightly, almost embarrassed by how vulnerable he’d just been for even a second, but Steve kept staring at him anyway, so wrecked.
You could practically see years of suppressed feelings hitting him all at once.
“Don’t do that” Jonathan muttered quietly.
Steve blinked at him “Do what?”
“Look at me like that”
“Can’t really help it right now man”
That pulled another quiet laugh from Jonathan, soft and breathless like he was barely holding himself together anymore, and somehow the sound alone seemed to affect Steve even worse.
His hand slipped instinctively from your waist to Jonathan’s arm, fingers curling there gently like he needed the contact without even realizing it.
And Jonathan just let him. No pulling away, no complaints, no pretending.
They’d spent so long trying to act like they could move on from what happened between them. Like they could ignore it long enough for it to disappear on its own.
And meanwhile one soft kiss had completely unraveled both of them in less than five minutes.
“Okay” you murmured quietly, smiling a little despite yourself “So this has definitely been destroying both of you for a while”
Jonathan groaned instantly, dragging a hand over his face “Please don’t start”
“Oh I’m absolutely starting” you laughed.
Steve pointed at you immediately “No because you don’t understand, he used to look at me like I personally ruined his life afterward”
“You were just unbearably annoying afterward”
“I was traumatized!”
“You flirt with people when you’re uncomfortable Harrington”
Steve looked genuinely offended “That is not true”
You and Jonathan both just stared at him. Steve paused.
“…Okay maybe a little”
Jonathan shook his head, but he was smiling now, softer than before. Like finally saying all of this out loud had lifted something heavy off his chest.
Steve’s hand was still resting on Jon’s arm, the second one still standing close enough that their knees brushed every time either of them moved, but neither of them seemed to pay attention anymore.
Or maybe they noticed and simply didn’t want to stop. The room got quieter after that, a warm quiet. The kind where nobody really wanted to break the moment by saying the wrong thing.
You looked between them for a second before stepping closer again, resting your hand lightly against Steve’s chest.
"Watching you two dance around each other for weeks has been kind of painful” You said faintly
Steve groaned dramatically “Weeks? Try years”
Jonathan rolled his eyes. “You are never shutting up about this now, are you?”
“Absolutely not Byers”
But despite the teasing, there was something nervous underneath Steve’s expression now too. Something uncertain every time he glanced at Jonathan, like part of him was still waiting for this to disappear And Jonathan, always the observer, noticed.
You could tell by the way his expression softened again. Then, quieter this time, almost careful, Jonathan said “Hey”
Steve looked at him and before either of you could react, Jonathan leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time, intentional.
Steve made this tiny surprised sound against his mouth like he genuinely hadn’t expected Jonathan to do it first, and that seemed to wreck him all over again.
His hand slid up to Jonathan’s jaw almost instinctively, holding him there as if he was scared he’d pull away, but Jonathan only moved closer.
And then you were kissing Steve too, you were between them, and it felt impossible to tell where one ended and the other began, both of them kissing you while somehow kissing each other too.
You could feel both of their erections pressed against you, and it was almost embarrassing how badly your body was reacting to it.
Every touch felt amplified, every breath too warm. It was getting harder to hold back sounds, though honestly none of you seemed interested in pretending anymore.
Steve’s hand drifted lower slowly, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your panties just enough to make you gasp against Jonathan’s mouth.
“Fuck” Steve breathed against your skin, sounding genuinely overwhelmed “You feel that Jon?”
The soft brush of his fingers against your pussy made your entire body tense instantly, and the sound that escaped you pulled a low groan from Jonathan before he could stop himself.
“Jesus Christ” Jonathan muttered, forehead dropping briefly against yours “She’s gonna kill us”
Steve laughed quietly at that, strained and breathless.
Your fingers tightened instinctively in Jonathan’s shirt when Steve touched you again, slower this time, more deliberate, and both of them reacted immediately to the sound you made.
Steve actually groaned softly.
“There it is” he murmured dazedly “That sound”
The heat between the three of you was unbearable now, their touches felt dizzying. Every movement pulled another shaky breath out of someone.
You barely even noticed yourself reaching for Jonathan’s cock, your hand sliding beneath his waistband just enough to make him inhale sharply against your shoulder.
“Fuck” he breathed, visibly trying to keep himself together “Don’t do that unless you actually want me to lose my mind”
Steve let out another quiet laugh somewhere beside you, though he sounded just as affected “Pretty sure we’re already past that”
Jonathan pressed closer against your hand, and the broken sound he made under his breath nearly destroyed you.
You turned to kiss Steve, messy and desperate, swallowing the breathless sound he made against your mouth while Jonathan stayed impossibly close to you, every movement pulling another quiet groan from him.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to us right now?” Steve whispered shakily between kisses.
Jonathan laughed softly under his breath, completely wrecked already. “She knows”
The smug little smile you gave them made Steve groan instantly.
“Oh my god” he muttered, forehead falling briefly against yours “She so does”
Your entire body felt overheated, sensitive, desperate for more than teasing touches and half restrained kisses. And the second Jonathan’s hand slipped lower too, the reaction that tore through both of them was almost unfair.
Steve cursed softly against your mouth.
Jonathan let out this low shaky sound like he physically didn’t know what to do with himself anymore.
“Fuck” he whispered, sounding completely dazed “Steve…”
“I know” Steve interrupted instantly, voice strained “I know”
Your head tipped back slightly as another wave of heat rushed through you.
“Please” you whispered breathlessly “Please”
Both of them froze for half a second at the sound of it then Steve let out this wrecked breathless laugh like the words alone nearly killed him.
“Jesus Christ” he muttered, hands tightening around your waist hard enough to make you shiver.
And before you could even think about what to say next both of them were moving at the same time.
Standing up and pulling clothes off, looking at you like they were starving.
Steve grabbed your hand fast enough to make you stumble into his chest, already tugging your shirt over your head with absolutely zero patience left.
“Need these gone” he breathed distractedly, mouth back on yours before the fabric even hit the floor.
Jonathan was quieter about it but somehow even more devastating.
His hands shook slightly while he pushed your clothes down your legs and when he kissed the inside of your thigh for half a second it felt less like teasing and more like he physically couldn’t stop himself.
Then Steve finally looked at you, really looked at you and the expression on his face nearly ruined you.
“Fuck” he whispered softly.
Not cocky this time, not teasing, just completely gone. Heat rushed through your entire body so fast it almost hurt.
Jonathan looked just as overwhelmed beside him, both of them staring openly now like neither of them knew where to touch you first. You didn’t think you’d ever seen either of them look this wrecked over anything before.
Your gaze kept drifting between them, completely unable to focus.
Steve was impossible not to stare at. Big and thick and already leaking slightly from the tip, enough to make your thighs press together instinctively.
Jonathan wasn’t any easier to look at either. Leaner. Longer. Pretty in a way that made your mouth water instantly.
The sound that left you when Steve pushed you down onto all fours against the couch was embarrassingly loud.
He spread your legs wider immediately, leaving you exposed while he dragged the tip of his cock slowly through your folds, teasing just enough to make your whole body shake.
At the same time Jonathan moved around in front of you, close enough that his cock was suddenly right there in your line of sight and fuck, you genuinely thought it might kill you.
Steve groaned softly behind you at the exact moment you wrapped your hand around Jonathan and took him into your mouth.
The reaction from both of them was immediate.
Jonathan cursed under his breath, fingers tangling in your hair while Steve’s grip on your hips tightened hard enough to bruise.
And suddenly the room was nothing but wet sounds and broken breathing and the feeling of Steve slowly pushing into you while Jonathan fell apart against your tongue.
The moment Steve pushed into your pussy both of you moaned at the exact same time.
The stretch nearly knocked the breath out of you, overwhelming in the best possible way, and having Jonathan right there in front of you only made everything worse.
His head tipped back slightly at the sound you made, dark eyes blown wide as he looked down at you like he was barely holding himself together.
Everything after that felt hazy, the sound of Steve behind you and Jonathan’s uneven breathing in front of you.
The way your body kept reacting to every touch like you physically couldn’t stop it.
You barely noticed Jonathan’s hand sliding into your hair until he pulled, the movement drawing another broken sound from both of you as you gagged.
A shaky apology slipped from him right after, quiet and breathless like he already knew he was losing control. And Steve noticed immediately.
A low laugh left him, rough and wrecked and way too affected by the sight in front of him.
“Jesus, Jon” Steve muttered strained “You’re completely losing your mind over there”
Jonathan shot him a glare that would’ve landed a lot harder if he didn’t already look utterly ruined.
Steve’s hand slid around your stomach suddenly, pulling you upright against his chest while he kept moving against you slow and deep enough to make your entire body shake. The new angle drew a broken sound out of you instantly.
And Jonathan…God. Jonathan looked completely gone at the sight in front of him, like he didn’t even know where to look first, your flushed skin or Steve’s hands gripping your waist.
The way your body reacted every time Steve moved.
Almost like he’d been silently invited closer, Jonathan dropped down in front of the couch without hesitation, eyes dark and completely fixed on you as he pressed his mouth against your inner thigh first, slow enough to make you shiver, then sucking your clit.
The sound that left you after that was embarrassing, uncontrolled and way too loud.
Steve cursed softly against the side of your neck while Jonathan kept going like he was starving for it, and the combination of both of them touching you at the same time felt almost unbearable.
Too much in the best possible way.
But what truly ruined you was the moment Steve accidentally brushed his cock against Jonathan's mouth while moving and both of them froze for half a second.
Like neither of them had expected it, Jonathan looked up and instead of pulling away, he just leaned in, completely instinctive.
The sound Steve made afterward was wrecked enough to send heat rushing through your entire body all over again.
You could only stare at them completely hypnotized.
The sound coming from Steve alone was enough to ruin you, low and wrecked and entirely too affected, especially with Jonathan sucking Steve's cock between your legs, looking up through messy dark hair like he didn’t know how to stop now that he’d finally let himself have this.
Those stupidly soft brown eyes were going to be the death of you and Steve clearly wasn’t doing much better.
Every reaction from Jonathan seemed to hit him all at once, dragging shaky sounds from his throat while his grip on you tightened instinctively like he needed something to hold onto.
Then his hand moved in you again, slow circles in your clit that made your entire body jolt and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.
Not while watching Jonathan like this, not while Steve kept falling apart against your shoulder every time Jonathan touched him.
“Oh my god” you moaned shakily “Jonathan… Steve…I’m gonna come”
The sight in front of you felt almost unreal, Jonathan between your thighs, Steve barely holding himself together behind you.
The room filled with uneven breathing and broken sounds. And somehow the hottest part still wasn’t even the sex. It was the way they looked at each other, absolutely ruined and gone.
Jonathan finally pulled back just enough to say something and even then his voice sounded wrecked.
“Come for me” he muttered softly.
It almost didn’t sound real coming from Jonathan.
And Steve clearly felt it too because the expression on his face cracked open instantly after that, something overwhelmed and completely undone flashing across it before he let out the most broken sound you’d heard from him all night while he came all over Jonathan's mouth.
At the same time Steve’s hand pressed against your clit just right and everything crashed over you all at once in a way that made you see stars.
Your head fell back with a broken sound, body shaking hard enough that Steve immediately wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you steady while he cursed softly against your shoulder.
Jonathan looked just as wrecked afterward. Completely flushed and breathless, eyes dark as he pulled back only long enough to look at the two of you like he couldn’t fully process what had just happened.
But then after he swallowed every single drop of Steve's cum, he let his cock go with a pop, just to lick the slick from your pussy, making your legs lose all the strength you had left.
Steve helped ease you back onto the couch before glancing over at Jonathan pushing him seated beside you, hair messy and lips swollen and visibly trying to recover whatever was left of his composure and grinned slowly.
“Your turn now, Byers”
Jonathan looked wrecked already, hair messy, lips swollen, chest rising unevenly as he stared up at Steve “Harrington…”
“Shut up” Steve muttered, grinning as he dropped to his knees between Jonathan’s legs “I’ve been wanting to do this again for years”
Your breath caught at the look on Jonathan’s face after that, completely gone.
You watched almost hypnotized as Steve took him into his mouth like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Jonathan let out the most unfair sound imaginable the second Steve touched him, one hand tangling instinctively into Steve’s hair like he physically couldn’t stop himself.
“Oh my god” Jonathan gasped, visibly trying to hold himself together. “Jesus Christ, Steve!”
Steve just hummed around him lazily, the vibration making Jonathan jerk hard against the couch with an uncontrolled moan.
“Fuck, okay, okay, holy shit” Jonathan laughed low, though he sounded genuinely gone now.
Steve pulled off just enough to look up at him with a cocky grin “What happened to acting all emotionally unavailable, huh?”
Jonathan glared at him weakly “I hate you”
“No you don’t”
And the way Jonathan glanced at him after that made it very obvious he didn’t.
Steve went back down on him immediately after, deeper this time, and the sound Jonathan made was obscene. His head dropped back against the couch while his fingers tightened in Steve’s hair instinctively.
“You’re fucking insane” Jonathan muttered shakily “How are you even…fuck…”
Steve only groaned around him again, clearly enjoying every second of this far too much.
You could see it in the way he touched Jonathan too, not teasing anymore, not nervous, just openly obsessed.
Like finally getting to have this again had ruined him.
“Look at you” Steve murmured after pulling back slightly, sounding almost delirious himself “You have no idea how pretty you sound right now”
“Oh my god” you laughed softly “He’s blushing"
“Shut up" Jonathan groaned instinctively.
Steve laughed against his thigh “Nah, this is cute as hell actually"
“Steve”
But the warning died in Jonathan’s throat when Steve took him deep again, making him moan obscenely loud. Steve looked up at him with the most smug expression imaginable.
“You're done pretending you don’t like me now?”
Jonathan stared at him for a second before laughing breathlessly, defeated “You’re such an asshole”
“And you’re obsessed with me”
It didn’t take long before Jonathan came with a broken sound, head thrown back against the couch.
But even then Steve didn’t stop right away. He kept going like he was addicted to it, like he physically couldn’t pull himself away, until Jonathan finally begged him to stop in a wrecked, overstimulated voice.
Jonathan’s chest was heaving by the time Steve finally pulled back, lips swollen and hair ruined from Jonathan’s fingers tugging at it.
For a second nobody said anything.
You just stared at them, mesmerized because it wasn’t only the sex anymore.
It was the way Steve kept his eyes on Jonathan afterward, dazed, almost affectionate, still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch him like this again.
And Jonathan looked just as wrecked, one arm thrown over his eyes while he tried to catch his breath, laughing quietly in embarrassment every time Steve kissed absentmindedly at his thigh or stomach like he physically couldn’t stop himself.
“Dude” Jonathan said finally, voice still rough and shaky “you seriously need to chill the fuck out”
Steve only grinned against his skin “No”
“You almost killed me”
“And you loved every second”
Jonathan let out a shaky laugh at that, clearly too lost to even argue properly anymore.
You couldn’t interrupt even if you wanted to. Watching them together felt dangerously intimate, like witnessing years of buried feelings unravel in real time.
Steve kept touching Jonathan without thinking, hands on his waist, fingers brushing through his hair, lazy kisses pressed anywhere he could reach and Jonathan actually let him, no pulling away.
Just this exhausted softness between them that made your chest ache. Then Steve finally glanced back at you, still breathless himself, eyes dark and ruined.
“You’re staring” he teased quietly.
“Can you blame me?” you murmured.
That made Jonathan groan softly from the couch “Please don’t encourage him”
Steve laughed “Too late for that”
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it. If you did, please leave a comment, like, reblog or share it with your obsessed Stonathan friends 💌
Remus would write poems for Marlene when they dated for a bit and he was still repressing his sexuality. Except he wrote each poem while thinking about Sirius. He never gave them to her, he just kept writing them and telling himself it was for her and that he’d eventually show them to her.
This made me physically wince. How must Will Byers be feeling in this moment, to hear those words. Will Byers, who knows, he knows what it feels like to feel weird, to feel wrong, for wanting the things.
And oh my god mike.
For @merthurmicrofic | Prompt: Party | Word Count: 3,088 | read on ao3
Arthur had never particularly minded masquerade balls in principle, because there was a certain uncomplicated pleasure in watching a room full of powerful people pretend, for one evening, that they were not quite as important as they actually were, and in being able to stand among them without the immediate weight of every bow and scrape and carefully measured address that normally accompanied his presence, though he suspected he was meant to find all of it tedious rather than strangely liberating, which perhaps said more about his current state of mind than he was willing to examine too closely.
The hall itself was a sweep of gold-lit grandeur, candles trembling in tiers along the carved stone walls and reflecting off gilded masks that turned every face into something slightly unreal, slightly softened, so that even the most severe-looking duke or most delicate-looking lady became something almost like a story rather than a fixed person, and Arthur found, somewhat against his better judgment, that he liked it, liked the anonymity of it, liked the way attention slid off him for once and landed elsewhere as though he were not the axis around which every other conversation usually turned.
Merlin, of course, had been less enthusiastic when they had arrived, muttering something about “pointless foreign traditions” and “suspiciously stabby nobles in decorative disguises,” though Arthur had insisted he wear the formal livery provided for attendants of visiting dignitaries, which was, to Arthur’s surprise, not entirely disastrous on him, though Arthur would rather have died than admit that out loud because Merlin already suffered from an entirely unjustified level of confidence.
this is what I do instead of studying. making memes.
This is sadly Marinette/ladybug coded
The Weight of Wanting
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Remus didn’t particularly love Hogsmeade weekends during the winter months. The snow and the cold always made him reluctant to leave the warmth of the Common Room and the comfort of his book. It was Lily who had convinced him to go. She knew he had a weakness for chocolate and promised him a bar of Honeyduke’s best if he joined the group. He wasn’t thrilled. Besides, Sirius was going on a date with Marlene. Their first real date. It had been just three days ago that Sirius had crawled into Remus’ bed to tell him he had asked the girl to be his girlfriend after a common room party. He wasn’t sure why, but he had snapped at his friend, irritated by the subject for unknown reasons. Remus didn’t know why the idea bugged him so much – Sirius could date whoever he pleased.
“What should I wear?” Sirius asked aloud to the dorm.
James rolled his eyes. “Just wear that bloody leather jacket of yours. All the girls seem to love it.”
Peter huffed. “I ought to get one of those. Maybe then Emmeline will go out with me.”
“Good thinking, Pete,” James clapped him on the shoulder.
Sirius sighed in annoyance. “You guys are really no help at all, you know that.”
“I don’t even know why you care so much,” Remus interjected in a bitter tone before he could stop himself. “It’s too cold to go out without a winter coat, so no one’s even going to see what you’re wearing.”
Remus almost regretted talking to Sirius that way after seeing the boy’s slightly hurt expression. But he felt remorse for only a moment before Sirius shot back a reply.
“You’re just jealous,” the smug bastard accused.
“What?!” Remus asked incredulously.
“Yeah, you’re just jealous that I have a girl to date and you don’t.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “Forget who you’re talking to? I’m not James. I couldn’t care less about having a date.”
Peter let out a nervous squeak, no doubt uncomfortable by his friend's seemingly confrontational interaction.
“I’d be offended if it wasn’t true,” James acknowledged as he stood from his bed. “Come on, lads. I’m sure the girls are waiting for us. Remus, Pete, go ahead,” he turned to Sirius. “Find your gloves, Padfoot; Moony was right, it’s bloody freezing.”
Remus had gotten used to the fact that James and Sirius were best friends above all else. However, it still irritated him when James seemed to politely shove him and Peter out of the room to have a private conversation with Sirius as if they weren’t all close. How come James thought he was the only one who could console Sirius?
Despite having many words to say to his bespectacled friend, Remus grabbed his winter apparel and walked out with Peter. When they got down to the Common Room, the girls were already there just as James had predicted.
Lily looked over when she heard their footsteps approaching. “Oh, there you are. Where are the other two?”
“Sirius is having an outfit dilemma,” Remus replied as he wrapped his red and gold scarf around his neck. “You owe me so much chocolate.”
Lily laughed, “Anything for you, Remus.”
Remus could hear Marlene giggling with Mary over Sirius being nervous for their date, and he wanted to rip his ears from his head. They hadn’t even left Gryffindor Tower yet, and Remus was already done with this whole affair. Besides, the moon was barely a week away, which never helped his mood.
Finally, after what felt like ages of mindless conversation, the two raven-haired boys’ presence was announced by James Potter’s loud voice. “Alright, Evans? You’re looking gorgeous on this fine morning. I am truly blessed by the sight of you.”
“Too bad I can’t say the same to you, Potter,” Lily quipped. “Careful, or I’ll hex your bollocks off.”
“Fiesty today, Evans?” James smirked as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Lovely,” Dorcas deadpanned. “On that note, let’s go. I’m dying to get to The Three Broomsticks.”
As the group walked the path to the small magic village, the cold nipped at Remus’ face. The snow from last week crunched under his feet while he walked next to James behind Sirius and Marlene, but in front of Peter and the other girls. James was going on about something Quidditch-related, but Remus was too distracted. How could he be expected to focus on anything but Sirius and Marlene’s linked hands swinging right in front of him?
It felt like Sirius was trying to flaunt it in all of their faces. The two of them had only been “going out” for barely three days. What did Marlene have to offer Sirius anyway? Sure, Remus liked her as much as the other girls. She was smart and nice, but had a rebellious streak to match Sirius. She was objectively pretty, he guessed, with her bleached blonde hair down her mid-back and light brown eyes to balance it. But she and Sirius were too much alike. They were always butting heads. Both hotheadded and stubborn – too confident for their own good. Sirius needed someone to complement him. A voice of reason. Someone who knew how to deal with his broody moods and recklessness. Someone who knew what to say when his family was getting to him. Marlene didn’t know Sirius like Remus did. Sirius needed someone like – someone like–
Remus watched as Sirius threw his head back and laughed at something Marlene had said. His hand was on the small of her back. He leaned in and placed a smiling kiss on her cheek.
Remus stopped dead in his tracks.
Oh.
Oh.
Shit.
Someone like me.
“Remus, are you alright?” Lily asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He had stopped right in front of her, and James turned to look at him from a few paces ahead.
“Yeah,” Remus cleared his throat, and he was sure his face was beginning to redden. He hoped his friends thought it was from the cold. “Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?”
“Okay,” Lily dragged out the word. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, Lily,” Remus caught James' suspicious gaze. “I'm good.”
“Alright then.” She joined back up with the rest of the group as they walked the last stretch of the path. But Remus felt James' eyes on him still.
The rest of the Hogsmeade visit was an agonizing affair. Remus watched Sirius and Marlene disdainfully, and when he wasn’t glaring, his eyes found their way to his lap, thinking about how he could have possibly allowed himself to get into this situation. And of course, there was the piercing feeling of James’ eyes on him. That boy really needed to get a life. Remus knew that there would be a conversation with his not-so-covert friend in the not-too-distant future.
Remus had never been more glad when Lily and Dorcas suggested heading back to the castle. He had wanted to leave for hours, but couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse. He was finally starting to calm himself down and was ready to have a nice cup of tea in the common room, his book at the ready to escape this hellish reality. Unfortunately for Remus, he had to watch as Sirius and Marlene fumbled with excuses to stay longer, even though everyone else knew they were just going to find a quiet corner to snog in. Fuck this. Fuck this day.
Remus was silent the whole walk back to the castle, barely noticing the freezing wind blowing at his scarf. As soon as they made it to Gryffindor Tower, he went straight up to his dorm, alone at last. Finally.
Remus began to take off his hat and gloves, placing them back in his trunk. All he needed was a moment to reorganize his thoughts. This could be much, much worse.
Actually, it couldn’t. He was in love with his best friend. His best friend who was a boy. He was in love with his best friend, who was a boy, and he probably had been for years. And he didn’t know what to do.
You couldn’t pick a struggle, Remus scowled to himself. Bad enough to be a werewolf. You had to be a gay werewolf in love with your best friend.
Of course, his solitude couldn’t last forever, because naturally, James had decided he needed to be involved.
“So,” James said as he closed the door behind him, quickly casting a silencing charm. “You need to tell me something?”
Remus flashed his eyes at his friend, a slightly unsettling yellow that seemed to appear closer to the full moon. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, cut the shit, Remus.” James crossed the room so he was next to Remus. “I know something is wrong.”
“Everything is fine,” Remus busied himself with pretending to fix the covers on his bed.
“Uh huh, sure. So you weren’t glaring at Sirius and Marlene all afternoon?” James prodded. “And you weren’t ignoring the conversations, or staring into your lap, or making that face you make whenever we’re annoying you.”
“Leave it, James,” Remus scowled.
“Yep, that’s the one,” James frowned. “Is it Marlene? I know that you’re really only close with Lily, but they are all still our friends. Marlene’s nice and Sirius likes her –”
“I know that,” Remus snapped.
“Well then, what’s the issue?” James looked perplexed. “Are you jealous of Sirius? I know it’s hard sometimes to see other people in relationships, believe me, I know, but you can’t take it out on them. They’re our friends. You’ll get your turn eventually, there's no point in being jealous of him–”
“Don’t you get it, James?!” Remus was shouting as he turned to face James sharply. “I’m not jealous of Sirius. I don’t want a girlfriend.”
James looked a little frightened by Remus’ anger and took a step back. “Then what is it?”
Remus had definitely said too much. He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that. He didn’t want James to know yet. He didn’t want anyone to know. His breaths were heavy, and he felt his heart rate quicken. “Don’t you know when to leave well enough alone, James?”
Tears were threatening to fall from Remus’ eyes. Everything felt so wrong, so heavy. Like it was all caving in around him, he sank to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. James was there in an instant, crouched beside him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Remus,” James said in a comforting tone. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” Remus barely breathed out.
“Please, Remus, tell me what’s wrong.”
Remus closed his eyes and shook his head. “You’ll hate me.”
“Well, I doubt that.” James sat all the way down beside him. “You’ve trusted me with one secret; trust me with this.”
Remus swallowed. He took a deep, shaky breath. “I’m not jealous of Sirius. It’s someone else.”
James nodded. “Okay…if it’s not Sirius, then who?”
“James,” Remus croaked. He didn’t know if he could say it.
“Remus?”
He took another breath. “It’s Marlene.”
James looked at Remus confusedly. “Marlene? What do you mean?”
Remus gave James a pained look. “Connect the dots, James.”
There was silence for a moment before it seemed to click in his friend's brain. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” was all Remus could say, and he felt James’ arm wrap around his shoulders, pulling him close.