#snpshct

[byersmom-a]

do the byers have another son skdjdndnd

yes meet your new brother @troublewheeler

[kingfawcett]

@snpshct​ said: ❝ don’t lock me out . please . ❞ uwu angst starters !!

things hadn’t always been this hard had they? sure things had never been easy, not in this stupid hick town with its small minded people. but surely things had been easier once upon a time. maybe before steve realized just how much jonathan meant to him. 

but now steve knew. he knew exactly what jonathan meant to him and it scared the shit out of him, because he knew it wasn’t safe. it wasn’t safe to be that way. he’d heard it time and time again from his father and his friends that he’d somehow convinced himself, even after being supportive of robin, that he just couldn’t be that way. even if he like kissing jonathan, and holding jonathan’s hand in the pitch black of the night while steve drove them around hawkins. they just couldn’t, not unless they kept it secret. 

he’s chewing on the inside of his lip, trying to avoid eye contact, hands balled into fists as they stood there, in steve’s empty house. the one place where no one could catch them. the one place that steve knew was safe, but it still felt wrong. he felt guilty for wanting jonathan, for wanting to pull jonathan close, to let him in, let jonathan know how he really felt, what all of this really meant to him. 

a sigh escapes him, eyes squeezing shut before he speaks. “ jonathan .. “ it’s spoken softly, and he so tempted to close the distance, to let him know that they were going to be okay, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t and it hurt. his heart had moved to his throat, jaw clenching. “ don’t. “ looks up at the ceiling then, and he can’t handle the silence. can’t handle that jonathan is just standing there looking at him. 

“ what are we? can you at least tell me that? are we friends ... or am i going crazy by thinking something else is going on here? “ he finally looks back at jonathan, a tear cutting down his cheek. “ because if there is, you have got to let me know. i’ve gotta know before i lose my mind. “ 

[wngotngo-a]

“Is that so, Byers?” Eyebrows raised in subtle fascination, looking Jonathan over. Yeah, honestly he’s not surprised that they got Jonathan Byers to take the photos for the lifeguard board-- or maybe he offered to come take them, who knows. “Then please, tell me where to stand. You’re the goddamn photographer.”

@snpshct​ requested icon 420 for a starter.

[itsgumbo-a]

snpshct replied to your post: @snpshct​ : stinky sailor…. :/// ❝  you WOUND...

jonathan vc ;; uwu

u don’t get to oo-woo me ://

[byersmom-a]

She was worried. Joyce knew that her son could probably see it, just plainly in her mannerisms. Clearly distracted by some troubling thought, it took her a half a second to snap back into their conversation.  “ Sorry, Jonathan, what did you say? ”  📞 @snpshct​

[kingfawcett]

@snpshct said: GOD YOUR STEVE IS JUST SO [chef's kiss]- he's so good and im so here for ur hc of him. ur writing is absolutely superb- if i didn't know any better, i'd swear to god that steve was behind this screen frjknkrejre ilysm bitch, u keep doing what u doing beep beep hows my portrayal?

grabs you. bAMBI I S2G SDNKDKFGNSGKKF i fucking love you so much icb. im gonna choke you with my love SNKGDKFG 

[itsgumbo-a]

@snpshct​ : stinky sailor.... :///

❝  you WOUND me.  ❞   

[wngotngo-a]

@snpshct​ said: ❛ god this is... this is really dumb, i know but- ❜ jonathan stumbled over his words before shoving a small box towards billy- red with the lid tied to the body with shiny gold ribbon. inside would be a golden chain necklace with his birthstone at the end. after the box was in billy's grasp, he was quick to turn away with a nervously spoken ❛ merry christmas- ❜ billy gets christmas presents!

“You’re kidding, right?” God it sounds passive aggressive doesn’t it? Really Billy’s just surprised-- and while he typically doesn’t accept presents-- while he typically meets shit like this with a glare-- with a sigh-- with annoyance that doesn’t pass his face this time. Boredom settles in his eyes, turns the box over in his hands and gives it a slight shake. “You didn’t have to do this.” Softly spoken. But that’s fucking hypocritical isn’t it? Because in the backseat of Billy’s car sits a present for Jonathan.

And when he opens it he makes a face-- eyesbrows knitted together, a half smile pulling up his lips. “The hell did you find the fucking money to get this, Byers?”