#argyle week

[judasofsuburbia]

for good || argyle week day one: missing scenes

rating: teen and up || pairing: argyle and jonathan || word count: 1113

day one of @argyledaily 's argyle week: missing scenes

"Has anyone seen Argyle?" Jonathan asks. They're still coming down from El going into Vecna's mindfuck palace via the Surfer Boy pizza dough freezer. Mike and Will are holding El on the floor and the general chaos has died down but everyone is still a little shaken. 

“He's in the van smoking I think,” Mike responds with the indifference that Jonathan has become accustomed to. Even amongst the draining atmosphere that was the last few hours of their lives, Mike can still find a way to be a little shit. 

Jonathan rolls his eyes and pushes open the front door of the Surfer Boy Pizza. Sure enough, the van doors are propped open. But Jonathan doesn't see any smoke.

Jonathan calls out for Argyle and hears a muttered, “In here.”

When Jonathan appears on the other side of the open van doors, Argyle is curled into himself. His chin is resting on his knees, his long hair making a curtain of sorts around his face, and his eyes are streaming with tears. He looks up at Jonathan, absolutely defeated, and Jonathan’s breath catches in his throat. 

“Dude,” Jonathan breathes, coming to sit next to Argyle. His arms hover for a minute before deciding that yes, they should be put around Argyle at this moment, and he does just that.

Jonathan holds him for a few silent minutes, the only noise being Argyle’s sniffles. He’s never held Argyle like this, not seriously. Argyle will throw an arm around him sometimes, leading him to whatever shenanigans they have going on. It’s always playful and is dropped a minute later. This is much, much different.

Argyle’s knees drop down and Jonathan goes to move his arms off but then Argyle is tucking his head into Jonathan’s shoulder and oh, okay, comforting is still going. Argyle's had a few freak outs the last few days, rightfully so, but usually a blunt brought him down to a more mellow place, for better or for worse.

That's not what he needs right now though.

Jonathan starts to rub his arms up and down Argyle’s and Argyle’s breathing starts to become steady again so it must be helping. 

“She does that a lot?” Argyle croaks.

“El?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh,” Jonathan inhales to buy himself some time. “Not since we moved, no.”

Argyle hums and whispers, “Scary.”

“Yeah,” Jonathan agrees softly.

“Is that why you moved?” Argyle asks.

Jonathan could spin this. Openly lie like the NDAs would tell him to do. But god damn it, the last few days have already rendered those documents useless. Argyle’s seen it. Not all of it, but a damn lot of it. Too much of it. Literally just helped them get El in between worlds like that. 

Jonathan’s never been a great liar anyway.

“Yeah,” Jonathan answers. “Hawkins, where we were, kinda the cesspool of all those bad things. We thought we’d get away…maybe it would die down. Go away for good.”

Argyle moves his head so it’s off of Jonathan’s shoulder and looks at him seriously. Jonathan once again feels the need to let go but Argyle’s hand stops him. His strong fingers wrap around Jonathan's.

“Why is it her? She’s so…small. Young. Will, too. Fuck, they all are. Hell, we are! They’re so small, why are they fighting this? Why are you fighting this…thing?” Argyle bursts out in a frantic ramble, his voice desperate and strained. Jonathan flinches and Argyle’s shoulders drop. “Sorry, just…that’s fucked.”

“You’re right,” Jonathan says with a shaky exhale. “It is totally fucked. No one in Hawkins would listen to us. El, she…she came from the people responsible. Or at least, the people that knew about it and interacted with it. They…trained her for it. Knew she was special and exploited her. She escaped then Will got caught up in it a few years back. The…thing. It kidnapped him. El saved him. And kept saving everything over and over again‒”

Argyle’s eyes look so, so sorrowful that Jonathan stops talking. He’s never had to explain this to anyone else before. All the people in his life know about this. Witnessed it firsthand. He knows that it’s fucked but he’s never had to drag someone else into it. 

But Argyle's witnessed a lot in the last few days. Way more than he ever should have had to. Jonathan opens his mouth to apologize but then--

“You’re so brave, my man,” Argyle breathes.

Jonathan freezes. His body feels too warm, his skin itching to get off of his bones. The moment feels too intimate. Yet, he fights his instincts to pull away. Something in his brain tells him this moment is too important.

“I‒” Jonathan’s tongue feels too big for his mouth, “I mean‒you. You-- you're brave. You like... helped us. You could’ve kicked us to the curb days ago.”

“Nah man,” Argyle interrupts, a little stern. “You needed help. I’ll always help you.”

Jonathan sighs with a soft smile and Argyle’s fingernails trace circles into his palm. It sends a shiver up Jonathan’s arm. He doesn’t fight it.

“Is that where your mom is? Down where El‒”

“No,” Jonathan cuts him off to help shake the mental image that started to form. “I don’t where she is. I don’t think it’s Alaska,” Jonathan’s laugh is pitiful. 

“Why would she just leave?” Argyle asks.

Jonathan shrugs and his eyes sting with tears. “I don’t…I don’t know. I wish she hadn’t.”

Argyle wraps his arms around Jonathan’s torso and pulls him in for a hug. Jonathan starts to cry into his hair. Argyle cries again too. Jonathan's never cried in front of him before.

It feels so good to be held while they’re crying. Neither of them can remember the last time someone just held them like this. Let them release everything that was bottled up inside into reckless, ugly sobs. 

It’s the first time they’ve ever truly hugged. This also feels good. 

They must cry into each other for at least five minutes, maybe ten. It’s Argyle who pulls away first and wipes his tears and snot with the sleeve of his shirt. Jonathan lets out a little laugh and pulls his collar up to do the same. They’re still holding each other. Argyle is rubbing circles into the middle of his back.

“How do we end this thing?” Argyle whispers. “For good.”

Jonathan turns his head to look back at the front of the van. He looks back at Argyle, his best friend, really his only friend, whose look of determination sets something alight in him. 

“Are you down for a longer road trip?”

Argyle nods with his lips pursed, the vulnerability of the last few moments slipping into a newly found, almost easy sense of purpose. A look that says, "For you, dude? Anything."

This makes Jonathan smile. 

“Let’s get that motherfucker," Argyle declares.

[wild-e-eep]

Crusts and Pin-cushions #FencepostOf TheWeek

[donttellunclesam]

subway ride home from pride <3

(close ups under the cut)

[gmaybe666]

it’s getting dicey!!!!!!

part five of my comic ‘roadtrip’

part four, part three, part two, part one

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddie-week Day 4 - body swap

i'm challenging myself to keep each of these at 660 words; see day one for more of an explanation!

“Eddie! Eddie wake up!”

Steve’s own sleepy face blinks up at him confused, then snaps into shock when his body throws itself backward and nearly off the bed. “Jesus H. Christ!”

“What the fuck is happening, Eddie?!”

“Steve?”

“Yeah it’s Steve, and this is not my dick!”

Steve watches his own face shift into a scowl, “Why’re you looking at my dick?!”

“How else am I supposed to piss? I didn’t even realize there was something wrong until I fuckin’ whipped it out!” Steve feels his throat strain as his voice pitches higher, “Lo’ and behold, I look in the mirror and your stupid face is staring back at me!”

“Hey! My face isn’t stupid.”

“You’re right, it’s the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen,” he says, voice teetering on sarcastic. “Now what in the actual fuck is happening?!”

Eddie opens his mouth to reply, and there’s no doubt it’d be scathing, but instead, Steve watches the color drain from his face.

“Oh fuck”

“What?”

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry Steve.”

“For what??”

“I– Okay, we were pretty toasted last night but I distinctly remember thinking– wishing I suppose– that you could..” Eddie gulps once, loudly, and it’s weird to see so much of the  mannerisms he’s learned to pick up on whenever he’s around the other man, plastered on his own face..

“...You wished?” He leads when Eddie doesn’t continue.

“I wished that you could see me the way I see you.“

Now it’s Steve's turn to let the cogs turn.

He can recognize the tone of his own voice, the vulnerable lilt to it. Eddie’s nervous.

Eddie wanted Steve to see him the way.. Does that mean..Eddie also has feelings for him?

Instead of unpacking all that, Steve says, “And you think that’s what happened here?”

Eddie huffs a sigh, he still hasn’t made eye contact with him (himself?). “I mean, sure, that’s what always happens with wishes, the genie plays with your words.”

“Always.” Steve deadpans, watching Eddie run his fingers (Steves! Steve’s own fingers!) though his (again, Steve’s!) hair

“Yeah! They always twist shit around to teach you some fucked up lesson, or just to fuck with you.” Eddie starts to chew on one of the aforementioned fingers then, nibbling on what Steve knows is some unseen flaw on his cuticle.

“Eddie, genies aren’t real.”

“Yeah, well, until this past spring, I didn’t think that monsters from another dimension were real either.'' The same finger goes back to his teeth once he’s finished talking, and, curious, Steve looks down at his (Eddie's, damn this is still weird) same finger, the pointer of his right hand. There’s a noticeable divot in the skin there on the side of his nailbed, and it’s pink still, recently gnawed.

“Dude! Don’t chew my finger off!”

Eddie ignores the request, “You’re not gonna say anything?”

“About what? My poor finger?”

“No! About—” he cuts himself off, dropping the hand to wipe his finger on the leg of his pants. “Nevermind, what are we gonna do about this?”

“No, what were you going to say?”

“Nothing man, let’s just figure this out.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll say it then; Argyle’s actually a genie and his “super mellow” La Uva Loca made us swap bodies because you think I don’t find you as hot as you find me.” Steve looks at his own face, jaw dropped and eyes wide in surprise..and promises himself to never make that face again. “If I knew it was going to cause such a problem, I would’ve told you how I felt a while ago.”

Eddie blinks once more, then rolls his eyes, “Ha Ha Ha, very funny Steve. Now really, what are we going to do?”

“I wasn’t kidding Eddie. I’ve thought you were hot since we found you at Rick’s.”

Eddie’s gaping again.

“And sure, it’ll be weird, but I have an idea.”

He sighs, “Alright, sure. Lay it on me, big boy.”

Steve grins, “Kiss me.”

on AO3 here!

[findafight]

More stranger things fic should have the teens laughing and giggling about sex. Like. Do you remember being 18?? Of course Steve kept saying boobies that shits hilarious. Sex is a funny thing and it can be silly and soft and intimate but it's also sooo funny to talk about. Like. There can be serious convos but oh my god let someone giggle when they hear the word "blowjob".

[fleouriarts]

deer jane for the anon who wanted more of my furry design for her... anon i hope you're still out there to see this...!

detail shot + the ref pic under the cut

originally finished 4-7-2024

ref pic is by brendon burton, i changed the color grading up cus i misremembered it as being warmer than it actually was LOL

[natty-f]

day 5 - steve&jon + another char / argyle

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

Cat Distribution System

Week #13 Prompt: Cat or Farmer's Market | Word Count: 587 | Rating: T | POV: Argyle | Characters: Argyle, Jonathan | CW: Language, Recreational Weed Use | Tags: Modern AU, Silly Fluff, Argyle Goes To Get One Kind of Brownie, Comes Home With Another

"You bought a cat? At the farmer's market?" Jonathan asks.

No, no, no. 

Is he goofy? Has Jonathan already been smoking the ol' sticky icky icky without him? That won't do. He was supposed to wait on Argyle to go get the good brownies at the farmer's market. You know, the good ones. If you can follow that drift. 

But buy a cat? Of course not. You can't buy cats at the farmer's market. Cats are just at the farmer's market sometimes, and then you just…take one home. If you want. If you're chosen. If the cat distribution system is smiling down upon you and yours.

Then, and only then, you get a cat. And it gets to not be homeless anymore. Win-win for everyone. But his buddy Jonathan looks concerned. There's no room for concern here. Only happiness at their good fortune at winning today's cat lottery.

So, yeah. Argyle wanted. He definitely wanted. A cat? Who wouldn't want a cat? What a fun brochacho to add to the house. Cats have the best energy. Having a cat will be way better than hiring someone expensive to Feng Shui the place. 

"Argyle? Are you listening to me?" Jonathan says, more snappish this time. What bee is in his bonnet? 

The cat is wiggling and squirming, and Argyle puts him down. He immediately darts away.

"Little, dude. Wait! You gotta meet Jonathan. He's your other dad. I told you about him!"

"Argyle," Jonathan says, and he looks exasperated. But he always looks like that, so Argyle isn't concerned. "I don't think I'm meant to be a cat dad. I'm allergic."

"Not anymore, dude," Argyle is happy to inform him. He knows this. His uncle's cousin on Margy's side has a friend who knows a guy from work who was able to, like, stop being allergic. To his own cat. Not to other cats. But to his own. 

Through love.

Or exposure.

Something.

Either way. It happened. And BAM! No more allergy to Mr. Snaggletooth. Or Fred. Argyle doesn't know what that cat's name is, but it's probably something real good.

"My cat allergy doesn't exist?" Jonathan asks, and immediately wipes at his eyes that do look a little watery and red.

But it's psychosomatic. Or the weed. Argyle's sure of it.

Or, maybe the cat exposure therapy takes longer than five minutes. Maybe it'll take a day. But once you've claimed your cat as your cat, then you won't be allergic. Because the cat is family now, and you can't be allergic to your family. It's against the universe or some shit. For sure. Argyle's absolutely certain.

"Say he's your cat," Argyle demands.

"Argyle."

"Declare it."

"Argyle."

Well, he doesn't have to say it out loud. He just needs to think it. And surely he's thinking it. 

"You won't be allergic tomorrow," Argyle informs Jonathan, and then hands over the sack of special brownies that he bought from behind the curtain, before he found Brownie the cat. 

He should probably formally introduce Jonathan.

"His name is Brownie," Argyle states.

"He's not brown?" Jonathan questions, but takes the tray of brownies out of the sack, inspecting them.

"No, but he was near the brownies. And we have brownies. And now we have him. It's a Brownie day. All around."

Jonathan doesn't look excited about Brownie the cat, but he does look happy about the brownies, as he takes a big bite.

Argyle smiles. That's it. One or two of those, and Jonathan will love Brownie.

He'll love everything.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @astrangersummer and follow along with the fun!

[hey-hey-j]

Lately I've been annoying my brother by doing this thing where I point at the movie we're watching and name which of the actors have been in a Dreamworks movie

[suffarustuffaru]

if you ignore the depression this is how ex1 went right

[astrangersummer]

Thank you to everyone who participated!

or maybe we don't by @ataliagold

tumblr | ao3 | steddie | G | 1280 words

like sunshine on skin, a warm blanket in winter by @xzerosparrowx

tumblr | steddie | M | 1061 words

dude is happy by @thisapplepielife

tumblr | jonathan, argyle | T | 1010 words

got the giggles by @arelliann

tumblr | steddie | G | art

divider by @/cafekitsune this list will not be updated for any late entries

[wild-e-eep]

More nice cups <3 #FencepostOfTheWeek

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

steddie killer frequency au, with steve as the disgraced and jaded radio host demoted from an immensely popular station in chicago to a 189.16 “the scream,” a station in the small town of hawkins, indiana, with population of barely a thousand people, and eddie as the producer and sound engineer with a quick wit and a healthy amount of amusement at steve’s fall from grace. the two of them and their late-night phone-in show are forced to take over the town’s 911 line as the only operator in town, joyce, is forced to flee with an unconscious chief hopper to a neighboring town for help after deputy powell is murdered that night by a seemingly undead serial killer from the 50s. and that same killer targeting a weirdly specific group of people, moving at a terrifyingly fast pace…

[jonathanbyersphd]

What's wild is that I still feel like the Cali Crew's story was too long and not long enough

[xirayn]

Stonathan Week Day 2: Roommates - Slightly inspired by the video of Charlie Heaton and Joseph Quinn at an Arctic Monkeys concert together.

Steve overhearing Jonathan mention a one-night stand while playing Animal Crossing with Argyle gets him to ask the big question on his mind.

Do I Wanna Know?

written by @xirayn and @aibhlynn

Trying something new by writing screenplays rather than short stories. Feedback on this format appreciated.

INT. APARTMENT – JONATHAN’S BEDROOM – EVENING

A bedroom with a mix of modern and retro decor. It is lived in, but not cluttered. There are posters for the Arctic Monkey’s ‘Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino’ and ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ on the wall. A record player is set on a cube shelf with a milk crate of vinyl records beside a desk with dual monitors. A Nintendo Switch is set up in front of the smaller monitor. JONATHAN is leaned back in a computer chair with a gaming headset on and a controller in his hand. ANIMAL CROSSING is on the screen with characters that are obviously JONATHAN and ARGYLE fishing. JONATHAN’s character pulls up a horse mackerel.

JONATHAN

Great, another horse mackerel. They're barely even worth selling.

ARGYLE

(Through the headset)

Dude, catching the fish is not the goal.

JONATHAN

Maybe for you. I need a surgeon fish for my museum.

ARGYLE

You should have asked me, brochacho. I have, like, five of them in storage.

JONATHAN

That feels like cheating.

ARGYLE

If you say so, my dude.

On the screen, ARGYLE pulls up a moray eel. 

ARGYLE

Score!

JONATHAN’s character gets another bite. It is an anchovy.

JONATHAN

Damn it.

KEVIN, an orange pig in a blue sailor suit complete with hat, comes on screen to seemingly watch them. ARGYLE laughs. JONATHAN glowers.

JONATHAN

Stop judging me, Kevin.

ARGYLE

Dude, are you still pining over Steve?

JONATHAN

I am not, nor was I ever, pining over Steve. I have Olivia around here somewhere for Nancy.

ARGYLE

If you say so, dude. Though, if you aren't looking to knock boots with that fine specimen of a man, I'll gladly take him off your hands.

JONATHAN

You and everyone else. He's out on another date tonight. He even wore his ‘lucky jeans’ that show everything.

ARGYLE

Man, my dude, for someone who says they aren't jealous, you sure are crushing the vibe with your jealousy.

There is a pause filled by the sound of ARGYLE taking a drink. 

ARGYLE

Or is this about Eddie?

JONATHAN

What?

JONATHAN misses reeling in another fish.

JONATHAN

No. This isn't about Eddie. That was - It was just a hook-up after the concert last Saturday. And I'm not jealous or stuck on the fact I was supposed to go to that concert with Steve.

ARGYLE

My dude, your voice does not match your words. It's clear as day, you are hard for Harrington. Why did he miss the concert, anyway?

JONATHAN

A bachelorette party came into the bar when they were already slammed, so he offered to stay.

The fishing rod JONATHAN’s character is using breaks. JONATHAN puts his controller on the desk and scrubs his hand over his face.

JONATHAN

Fuck.

ARGYLE

Fuck because you banged Eddie and not Steve?

JONATHAN is quiet for a long moment, simply staring blankly at the screen. He finally heaves a sigh.

JONATHAN

(Quietly)

I don’t know. Maybe?

ARGYLE

If you could do it over again, would you pick Steve?

JONATHAN

If it wouldn’t mess up our friendship and my living situation or make my life extremely awkward?

JONATHAN hesitates before shaking his head and picking the controller back up.

JONATHAN

Yeah.

JONATHAN misses the sound of the door opening as STEVE comes home early. The LIVING SPACE of the open concept apartment is an eclectic mix that shows STEVE and JONATHAN have been sharing space for a few years. The large flat screen, a graduation gift from STEVE’s parents, is a prominent feature. There is also a record cabinet full of vinyls with a Fisher MC-4550 stereo and a bookcase with authors like Vonnegut and Gaiman. STEVE looks tired and irritated as he takes his shoes off to throw in the closet before heading to his room.

ARGYLE

You worry too much, my guy. Stop being indecisive or worrying he’ll be all weird about your fling with Eddie and get sloppy with your hot roomie.

JONATHAN

It was a drunk one-night stand, not a fling.

STEVE stops outside the partially open door, having heard JONATHAN say ‘drunk one-night stand’. He frowns, then looks guilty and decides to go get a drink from the kitchen where it will be harder to hear JONATHAN.

ARGYLE

One-night stand, fling, either way you boned the metalhead, man.

JONATHAN

I know that, flight just sounds like it was something more than sex.

ARGYLE

Fair

ARGYLE starts running his character in random patterns around JONATHAN’s character, who is doing idle animation as JONATHAN simply holds the controller.

ARGYLE

Was he at least good?

JONATHAN

He knew what he was doing.

ARGYLE

Come on, bro, give me the details of your sordid encounter with the guy across the hall. Eden will want a play by play and I have to please my goddess.

JONATHAN

My sex life is not your foreplay.

STEVE knocks over his cup when his attempt not to eavesdrop fails. Water spills over the tile as the cup clatters on the floor. The sound is loud enough that JONATHAN takes his headset off and turns his chair toward the door.

JONATHAN

Steve?

JONATHAN sets his headset on the desk and pokes his head out of his room. STEVE freezes as if he just got caught doing something wrong.

JONATHAN

How long have you been home?

STEVE

A few minutes.

STEVE grabs the cup and puts it in the sink before taking off his wet socks. He puts them on the floor after looking around to decide an acceptable spot and grabs a dish towel.

STEVE

She stood me up.

JONATHAN

That’s rough – Have you eaten yet?

STEVE

No. I came right home when I realized my date was a no show. Have you?

JONATHAN

No. I was going to warm up some leftover, but we can order a pizza. Let me just tell Argyle I’m done for the night, then I’ll clean that up while you put the order in.

STEVE

Okay. The usual from Enzo’s?

JONATHAN

Sure.

JONATHAN goes back into his room and puts the headset back on. He picks the controller up to log off.

JONATHAN

I’m done for the night. I’ll talk to you later, man.

ARGYLE

(In a teasing sing-song)

Have fun, dude.

JONATHAN goes to clean up the spill. STEVE is heading to his room in the background on the phone as he puts in his order. Once JONATHAN is done, he sits on the couch. STEVE emerges from his room shortly after in gym shorts and a tank top.

STEVE

So, did you have fun with your mystery guy?

JONATHAN

You mean the one-night stand I was talking to ARGYLE about?

STEVE

Yeah.

STEVE drops onto the couch and stares at the ceiling. JONATHAN looks at him thoughtfully

JONATHAN

I guess.

There is a long moment of silence. STEVE is obviously debating something while JONATHAN waits for his response. When STEVE finally speaks, he sounds small and keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

STEVE

Why him and not me?

This is very obviously not what JONATHAN was expecting for STEVE to say.

JONATHAN

What?

STEVE sits up enough to look at JONATHAN.

STEVE

Why him and not me? Fuck, dude, I've been trying to gauge your interest for months by wandering around shirtless in those side split shorts I wore to Pride last year.

JONATHAN

I thought that was because of the heat!

STEVE

At first, sure. Then I noticed you staring and thought maybe you were interested, so started doing it more, but you never said anything.

JONATHAN

Of course I didn't! We've been friends since high school. I'm not going to risk that for sex.

STEVE

(Quietly)

Not just sex.

JONATHAN

(Shocked)

What?

STEVE

It won't be just sex. At least, not for me.

JONATHAN

(Cautiously)

Me either.

STEVE laughs and shakes his head. JONATHAN joins him after a beat.

STEVE

Shit. We're both dumb.

JONATHAN

Yeah.

STEVE and JONATHAN look at each other with matching fond smiles. STEVE starts to move in, but JONATHAN’s smile falls and he shrinks back.

JONATHAN

It was Eddie.

STEVE stops. He doesn’t move back, though his smile is replaced by a look of confusion.

STEVE

Eddie across the hall?

JONATHAN nods.

STEVE

The same metalhead who drives you crazy by playing his music too loud?

JONATHAN

Yeah.

STEVE

When?

JONATHAN

After the concert last week. You couldn’t go, and I didn’t want to go alone, so I asked him.

STEVE sits back and rakes his fingers through his hair. He frowns.

STEVE

Yeah, okay. I can see why. Honestly, I’ve thought about it myself, I just – It kind of hurts that it wasn’t me. I’ve been pining after you for months now.

JONATHAN

It didn’t mean anything. We had a few drinks at the concert, then shared a joint after and – 

JONATHAN shrugs.

STEVE

You don’t have to explain anything. I still wish it had been me, though.

JONATHAN

Maybe next concert if you don’t cancel on me.

STEVE leans in again, his voice taking on a teasingly seductive tone as he gets as close as he can without actually invading JONATHAN’s space. Everything about his body language invites JONATHAN to close the distance between them. JONATHAN appears unfazed.

STEVE

Are you seriously going to make me wait?

JONATHAN

At least a first date.

STEVE laughs. His phone rings and he picks it up.

STEVE

Challenge accepted.

(Answers phone.)

Hello. Yep. I’ll be right down.

STEVE hangs up. He heads for the door, opening the closet and putting on some flip-flops. Before he leaves, he turns back to JONATHAN.

STEVE

How about right now? We can do dinner and a movie.

JONATHAN rolls his eyes with a fond smirk.

JONATHAN

Fine, but you have to actually pay attention to the movie, and I’m not answering any questions until after the credits.

STEVE

Deal.

There is a smutty continuation to this that I was not able to edit in time. The entire thing will be up on AO3 when I get to it.