Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

all credits go to orphan_account on ao3

A/N: I'm 100% sure I've done this one before.

Realistically, Steve didn't care anymore, not when he could casually run his fingers through the mop of dark blond whenever he wanted, not when he could curl his arms around the lithe body, not when he would kiss and watch the small smile gracing soft lips. Steve couldn't give a rat's arse about anything when he had Jonathan Byers to himself.

But he couldn't stop himself, in these moments of silence, from remembering what he did to get to this position. Looking back at the somewhat aloof and unbelievably out of his league mop of dark blonde, Steve couldn't stop himself from chuckling. Jonathan Byers grumbles and tucks himself further into Steve's warmth, arms wrapped loosely around his waist.

Back then, he was the bloody king of the high school. (Okay he still is, but there is a difference between being the king and The King.)

Girls and guys would swoon at his feet with fingers twirled in their hair and teeth worrying their bottom lips. Steve was picking from a pool of basically anyone and everyone he could ever want, but he had to fall head over heels with a pale skinned boy who paid him no mind.

And because he was friends with Tommy and Carol (otherwise known as Dip and Shit), Steve spent a good year trying to woo Jonathan Byers through the most embarrassing and romantically cliché ways.

Flowers for My Valentine

Steve's first attempt included a dozen roses and Jonathan's locker. Tommy had insisted everyone wanted a massive bouquet of roses for Valentine's Day and Carol had chimed to comment on the allure and curiosity that lingered with a card saying 'From your Secret Admirer.'

He had spent the morning convincing the sweetly protective Nancy Wheeler to give up Jonathan's locker combination. He was grilled, toasted and twice fried with a rapid interrogation over his intentions with the younger boy followed by a litany of threats to his testicles and general existence. Completely understandable. Jonathan was a precious guy.

Nancy eventually gave Steve permission to go for Jonathan, a smug smile lingering on her lips.

So, once he had managed to snag the right code of numbers, Steve had headed to school before any other students, all the while holding a mountainous stack of roses cut fresh from his mother's garden. He walked into school with a jump in his step, giddy from the prospect of finally letting Jonathan know.

Steve located the locker and counted the clicks of the lock before it swung open to reveal an awfully neat and organised system of books, stationery and camera equipment. Steve cleared a small space on one of the shelves and places the bunch of roses carefully.

He nudges the door closed with his hip, smug smile pulling at his lips only to find the one and only Jonathan Byers glaring at Steve, clearly unimpressed.

"What are you doing in my locker?" the boy asks irritated. (Steve knows this because Jonathan had a tendency to narrow his eyes as if he were scrutinizing, body stiffened as if ready for a fight.)

All Steve is able to do is garble and squawk while Jonathan pushes him aside and deftly clears the coded lock. The next few moments seem to add salt to a wound and Steve remembers it in great clarity and slow motion. The door creaks open and Jonathan's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the roses before a yelp of pain echoes through the empty school hallways.

The younger boy clutches the lower half of his face, hissing and trembling in pain. Steve tries to help but is swatted away by an angry Nancy who glares him into a shameful retreat. (She later hits him harder, leaving a bruise which purples on his bicep the next day.)