#i answered 2 out of 4 correctly (wiring full ass pages) and the other 2 i literally said 3 things

[lunaticamic]

IT IS DOOOOOOONEEEEEEE

[hawkins-hoe]

Loose Wire -Jonathan Byers

Summary: Tutoring middle schoolers for extra credit, dropping off Will Byers at his house, and helping Jonathan with his car leads to a sweet ending.

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1447

Senior year was kicking your ass so far; between finals, constant homework, and college applications you barely had time to breathe. As of lately you’ve been slacking in your english class, your grade falling below a C-, something that colleges would not want to see. When you had approached your teacher about extra credit you thought she would toss another book report or packet of grammar lessons at you but to your surprise she gave you a green flyer advertising the need for after school tutoring for Hawkins Middle school. While spending your time after school with middle schoolers wasn’t exactly your deepest desire, it was extra credit and that’s what you needed most. Your first day on the job wasn’t so bad, you had lucked out and got paired up with the young Will Byers. Ever since his incident last year the kid was a little behind on school work, and while the teachers seemed to be a bit more lenient on the boy considering what had happened to him, he still had to stay up to date with the other students. Will was rather quiet much like his older brother Jonathan, someone you had known for as long as you can remember. You didn’t know much about the older boy other than the general things: same grade, same age, kept to himself most of the time, but you never heard anything bad about him.

“Okay, read the full sentence out loud now.” You prompted Will, the two of you seated at a table in the library, textbooks beside you and a worksheet in front of Will to practice on sentence structure. “Doug and Dave washed the car.” He read aloud slowly, his eyes looking up at you. “So what’s the subject of this sentence?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to respond. “Dave and Doug?” He sounded unsure but the reassuring smile on your face made him sound more confident when he repeated his answer. “And the predicate? Remember the predicate is like a verb, it’s an action or state of being.” You remind him, watching him looked back down at the sentence, reading it once more before answering you correctly again, finishing up the rest of the labeling. Once Will’s page was finished you offered him a big grin, your hand reaching out to ruffle his hair proudly. “See? You’re a sentence structuring wiz!” You half shouted, earning a scold from the librarian sorting books near by. Looking over at the clock that hung on the wall it was 4:45pm, normally Joyce was here by 4:30pm on the dot, never late to pick him up. “Maybe she’s running late? Will adds, shrugging his shoulders while he packed up his backpack. “Why don’t you go call someone and see what’s going on okay bud?” You suggest, the young boy nodding his head before walking off to ask the librarian if he could use the phone real quick. You stood at the table, packing up your things as well, racking your brain through all the work you had to get started on when you got home, already dreading it. Will came back over to you, a neutral expression on his face making it hard for you to read the situation. “My mom got stuck at work until closing and Jonathan’s car isn’t starting, would you mind giving me a ride home?” He asked politely just as his mom had instructed him to do. You gave him a nod and motioned for him to follow you out to your car, making sure the young boy had his seat belt on before you threw your car into drive and drove off towards Will’s house.

The Byers’ didn’t live too far from you so you really didn’t mind driving Will home, and if you were being honest Will was a pretty cool kid for being in that annoying young tween age. Your windows were down in your car, the cool fall breeze flowed through the cab of your truck your hair blown back and a soft chill running up your spine but you didn’t mind. You tapped your fingers along the steering wheel to the beat of The Clash’s ever popular Should I Stay Or Should I Go, softly humming along while you continued on your drive, nearly at your destination. “My brother loves this song.” Will told you, his eyes staring out at the passing by trees. “Sounds like your brother has good taste in music.” You laughed, pulling up to Will’s house, spotting the tall Jonathan Byers under the hood of his car. You put your car in park, shutting off the engine before hopping out, Will following suit. “Having some trouble there, grease-monkey?” You grinned, walking towards Jonathan, your arms folded over your chest, Will bolting into his house muttering something about calling Mike. The shaggy haired boy lifted his head from under the hood, managing to bumped it on the way up, making you giggle slightly. Jonathan and you were never really close, always friendly to each other in passing but never prolonged conversations between the two of you, especially outside of school. Jonathan always had a small interest in you, though he would never willingly admit it to himself, how could he be so interested in someone so beautiful who probably wouldn’t even give a outsider like him the time of day. Jonathan rubbed the spot where he had knock his head, rubbing the grease off of his hands with a rag. “Y-yeah, I couldn’t get it to start earlier, which is why I couldn’t pick up Will, and also why you’re here, because you drove him home...But you already knew that, obviously.” The timid boy rambled at you, a soft blush creeping up on his cheeks.

Leaning against the side of the car you gazed back at him, your grin never leaving your face. “Mind if I take a look?” You asked, peering under the hood. “S-sure! I looked around but couldn’t seem to spot something wrong…” He spoke, stepping aside to let you take a look. Your dad has worked down at Hawkins automotive for 15+ years now, so you knew a thing or two about cars thanks to your knowledgeable father. Your eyes roam over the equipment, your body leaning in further to take a closer look at certain areas. Jonathan watched as your trained eyes skimmed over everything, he couldn’t help but take in how lovely you looked; dressed in your dark denim jeans and rust colored flannel, your hair tucked back behind your ears, he was full on ogling at you. Reaching out, your hand fiddled with a wire that was connected to the car’s battery. “There’s your problem, loose wire.” You said with a slight grunt as you leaned in further to tighten it back to the battery. “Easy fix! Keys?” The spectating boy quickly fumbled around in his pockets for his keys before handing them over to you. Opening the driver side door, you bent down to turn the key in the ignition, the car roaring to life successfully. With a beaming smile on your face you stood there looking back at the amazed boy before you. As if Jonathan didn’t already think you were incredible, this was just icing on the cake for him. “W-wow, thank you Y/N...You probably saved me a trip to the shop...Not that that’s a bad thing! Since I know your dad works there and all, but really thank you and thank you for bringing Will home for us, I’m sure my mom will bring over cookies or dinner as a thank you sometime soon.” He chuckled nervously, closing the hood to his car before smoothly leaning against it.

“How about you show me some of your music sometime instead?” You offered up boldly, staring back at the cute boy with pink cheeks. “Will had mentioned that you listen to The Clash, so you must have a half decent taste in music.” A laugh slipping from your smiling lips, Jonathan’s eyes widening in surprise. “Yes! I mean, yeah.” He paused, clearing his throat, trying not to sound too enthusiastic, “That would be great, does tomorrow after school work for you?” He asked, shyly looking away from you, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The smile on your face only became wider, nodding your head in agreement. “Awesome! It’s a date! I mean it’s not a date, just some music and stuff.” He started to ramble again, nerves evident in his voice, making you shake your head and step closer to him. 

“It’s a date.” You cooed, pressing a soft kiss to Jonathan’s red cheek.

Author’s Note: I know this one is a little shorter but I think it turned out nice! Should I do a part 2 where the reader and Jonathan have their date?? Let me know what you guys think and send me some requests if you have any! xx Lexie