Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

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A/N: part 2

Later, Steve found himself sitting in his room at his desk on a Friday night of all nights, fruitlessly trying to chip away at his homework because he didn't know what else to do. He sat there for hours, trying to make sense of the essay prompt for English class. Despite his efforts, however, his thoughts kept trailing back to what had happened earlier at the quarry with Jonathan.

More accurately, he couldn't stop thinking about how Jonathan had looked when he confronted Steve; all pink and shy, smiling up at him with something so uncomplicatedly happy in his eyes that even the memory of it still made Steve's heart flutter a little bit.

He also couldn't forget the fractured look of hurt that he saw on Jonathan's face before he turned around and drove away for good. Steve hated that he left the quarry looking so distressed, especially since it was because of him.

Steve couldn't help but wonder what had been going on in Jonathan's brain. What was he thinking when he got a hold of that tape?

He tapped his pencil on the notepad set in front of him and swallowed as a small, quiet part of him whispered nonsense in his ears.

He couldn't help but wonder if Jonathan thought that the tape wasn't made for Nancy, but for–

... there was no damn way.

All of Steve's loud and impossible thoughts were suddenly silenced by a frankly overly-aggressive knock on his front door.

Steve stumbled down the stairs to his room and swung the front door open to reveal one extremely peeved Nancy Wheeler.

"Steve Harrington, you idiot!" she shouted. She pushed him into the doorway and then aggressively shut the door behind her. Steve's mind immediately went to the little inside joke they had while they were dating, but everything about Nancy's exclamation sounded more genuinely pissed than fond.

So what the hell?

"What the hell!" Steve groused.

Nancy shoved past him and started making her way to the kitchen as she gestured angrily in the air. "I should be asking you that, Steve! It took me hours to convince him to talk to you. Hours! He was nervous the entire time, couldn't even entertain the fact that–"

She whirled around to face him again so suddenly that Steve nearly crashed into her. She jabbed a finger roughly into his chest, blue eyes flashing with irritation as she let out a frustrated noise.

"You literally set this up perfectly!" she shouted. "The tape was a fantastic idea! So tell me, how did you still manage to screw it up?!"

Steve shoved her finger away and scoffed, hackles rising at her accusation– 'Steve Harrington screws it all up again!' "I literally have no idea what you're talking about," he said. "I made that tape for you."

The irritation immediately wiped clean off of Nancy's face, instantly replaced by a look of surprise. Then pity. "Steve..."

He interrupted her before she could launch into an ego-wounding speech, nervously waving his hands in the air. "No, no– Nance, whatever you're thinking, it's not that. The tape is old, I made it way back when we were dating."

She crossed her thin arms over her chest. "Explain."

So Steve did.

By the end of it, Nancy blinked, eyes wide. "Oh."