Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

all credits go to sunwarmed_ash on ao3

A/N: Sorry I haven't been posting and my posting schedule is so weird! Love you guys! <3 also i think ive already done this story before sorry if i did

It was Friday night. The weekend was finally here and Steve was planning on another quiet, solo night at home. Maybe drink a few beers by the pool he never used anymore, or smoke a joint or two while he watched TV. Nice and simple. Though when had his life ever really been simple?

Not twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door and behind was Jonathan Byers, looking worse for wear.

"Byers? What the hell are you doing here man?" It was late, a quarter after midnight actually. Jonathan at least had the good forethought to look sheepish at that.

"H-Hey Steve," he mumbled out awkwardly, eyes on his shoes. Byers never was one for eye contact. Made sense, just one more thing to add to his list of quirks that went with the title school freak. "Uh, how are you?"

Steve had to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes. "Byers, cut the shit. It's after midnight. I know you didn't come here for small talk."

Jonathan frowned but nodded before asking, "Do you have any more Adderall?"

Ah. That's more like it.

"I just sold you some yesterday." He couldn't be out already. Unless Jonathan had a serious drug problem no one knew about.

Jonathan's lips pursed in a tight frown. "Yeah, I know. I need more."

"What! I gave you 5 pills! How are you already-"

"Look!" Jonathan interrupted, temper heating up as he crowded Steve in his doorway. "My brother's missing ok! And I can't- I can't go to sleep knowing I should be out there looking for him! My mom's barely holding it together as it is, and I- I just need to find him."

Steve sighed with a heavy frown. The whole town knew about the younger Byers disappearance. It had been the talk of the town for days now. Hell it was the most exciting thing to happen in Hawkins since that bear destroyed Mr. Anderson's new Buick 6 years ago.

Steve felt for the family, he really did. The Byers' were the poorest family in Hawkins. Their dad was an abusive gambler who took out his frustrations on his wife and kids. Mrs. Byers divorced him last year, leaving her to work full time to pay off the mountain of debt Lonnie left in her name. As far as Steve knew, Jonathan was working too; the night shifts so someone was always home with the younger Byers kid. And now, as if they didn't have enough shit on their plate, Will was missing. Yeah, he felt for the family, enough that he had been supplying Jonathan stimulants for the past three months, but this week more than ever.

"How many do you need?" Steve asked finally, mentally calculating how many he had left. If Jonathan kept up his newest rate he'd have to steal a few from his mom's stash. Though he doubted she'd notice, she was never fucking home.

"Um, 8?" Jonathan said and Steve's eyes grew wide in surprise.

"8? Dude, how many are you taking!"

Jonathan's eyes lowered on Steve's hard, angry and threatening. "Do you have them or not?"

Steve rolled his eyes and pushed the door open, expecting Jonathan to follow as he made his way into the large, empty house. He heard Jonathan's light footfalls behind him all the way into his bedroom, stopping before the bathroom.