#or stonathan week

[faithfulcat111]

First Lines of 10 Fics Game!!

rules: share the first lines of 10 of your most recent fanfics and then tag 10 people. If you have written less than 10 fics, don't be shy and share anyways :)

...Again and again...because those I care for best, do me Most harm... (mature, in-progress)

“Nancy!” Nancy jerked her head up at the call of her name, away from where the melted monster that had been looming over her had been flung out the hospital room’s window. Sure enough, El stood at the door, blood dripping down from her nose. From behind her, Mike pushed past her to skid to a stop in front of her. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking terrified. 

this is the sun-filled sky (these are the singing blackbirds) (teen, completed)

His mom often told him that his curiosity would get him into trouble. Whether with the Lord or the Lady, with the farmers or village workers, with the Marshall. With somebody at least. He just never thought it would be…

Hand in Hand Together (teen, completed)

Maybe he should have been more concerned that nothing had shown up yet. But he found that he wasn’t. He had never been concerned with having that many names scrawled across his body. Having Will’s around the curve of his throat and his mom’s across the top of his shoulder was more than enough.

I tell you someone will remember us in the future (mature, completed)

Lure it in. Trap the damn thing. Kill it with fire. Seemed like an easy enough task.

Death is an evil. (mature, in-progress)

Maybe it was wrong to lie to Argyle about why exactly they had decided to take off for Hawkins, but he really shouldn’t have told Jonathan that he wanted to take a cross-country trip one day while high the whole time. Not if he didn’t want Jonathan to take advantage of it (although he probably had something other than running from the government and towards a potentially supernatural threat in mind.)

we may see less sleep than the piercing-voiced nightlong nightingale (teen, completed)

Steve threw himself from side to side, the sheets tangling around him as he huffed in annoyance. Robin being gone from his small apartment left it near impossible to sleep. It shouldn't be this bad, no one ever stayed the night at his place before Robin.

let the walls burn down, set your secret free (mature, completed)

Despite their best efforts, nothing could change the fact that no one had touched the cabin since it had been practically ripped apart last summer. The amount of work that would have to go into making it moderately safe was denied just like the drafts that plunged through the holes they couldn't fully cover and the lights that wouldn't work until the roof fully caved in over what used to be Hopper's bedroom.

chasing love up against the sun (teen, completed)

It was always easy to slip through the servant's halls without attracting any sort of attention to which direction he was heading. The other servants never seemed to care that Jonathan wasn't heading in any sort of direction he should be and his worn clothes and smaller build kept most attention off of him once he slipped across the main halls. All together, it made it simple to make his way towards the guard house and slip into one of the small bedchambers. 

surely once you too were a delicate child (teen, completed)

“What are you doing?” Carol’s voice was way too bored. The kind of bored that usually spelt that trouble was brewing. “I’m just checking in on her,” Steve said. “Now get out of my car.” He ignored Tommy and Carol’s shouts as he pulled away, driving back across town toward the suburbs where Nancy lived in. Normally, he wouldn’t care about leaving them to wait in his car while he did a quick check-in, but something about the way Nancy had looked holding that bat in her garage kept coming back to him.

survived all those long, lonely days (mature, completed)

"Shit, shit, shit!" Steve led the small crew running through the forest undergrowth, hacking at anything getting in their way with the Byers' machete. Jonathan blinked as he stumbled forward, the two bodies on either side of him barely keeping him upright as he tried to run despite the pain shooting up his leg. 

[lucassinclaer-archive]

STONATHAN WEEK 2023 ➧ DAY 7, FAVORITE SCENE

Jonathan fighting for his life against the Steve Phenomenon towards the end of every season.

[jonathanbiers]

everyone likes to talk about jonathan being steve’s bisexual awakening but what about steve being jonathan’s bisexual awakening huh. what about the jarring realization, as he’s straddling steve’s hips and marking up that frustratingly pretty face and so full of pent up rage he’s shaking with it, that he wishes they ended up like this in a totally different way. the shame that’s been beaten into him from since he was a child tainting that realization even more, making him angrier both at himself and at steve, making him go too far. and even though he’s so pissed, he doesn’t actually think he wants to hurt steve this bad but he can’t stop because then he’d have to admit things he just can’t

[emblazons]

“I’m stealthy, like a ninja.”

@kingofscoops 30th Birthday Bash day five: skill: free space // color: free space concept: Steve, the "King of Scoops"

[silverliing]

YOUR WILLOW BUTCH IS SILKJFLKDJLKJDFLJKDFLKDFJLKJDF giving me life. lesbyler and lesbyclair are my life support rn. 💕💕💕💕

not to be that person but *clasps my hands behind back and twirls my hair* sapphic stonathan? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

👀 slides this under ur door

[natty-f]

day 5 - steve&jon + another char / argyle

[lumaxramblings]

in honor of the start of stoner week, some stonathan-centric textposts for you guys

[will80sbyers]

STONATHAN -> more parallels

[emily-mooon]

Ahhhhh yes a title card. For that one au I said I would write, then didn’t, said I would write for again, then didn’t, then written part of chapter one for and then didn’t finish it on my three days off.

[messrsbyler]

[andiwriteordie]

some stonathan for you today 🥳

a little fic set at the same time as the heartbreak prince & into the daylight

[stonathanweek]

PROMPT GAME

Hello! With the time before Stonathan Week, we want to encourage people to keep creating works and we want to help inspire you. We have created a little gif game where you can screenshot this post and tell us what you come up with! You can decide to write/draw/otherwise create something based on what you get or not! This is just to stay creative and have fun!

Don't forget to tag us in your creations se we can reblog them and keep the game going!

[vanweezer]

we like 2 get whimsy here

[faithfulcat111]

Stonathan Sunday

"Alright, who am I beating up?"

Jonathan couldn't help but smile as he watched his boyfriend try desperately to follow along with the kids' overlapping answers and defences to that question. It seemed he still hadn't learned that you must pick one to specifically answer or it was just utter chaos.

"But why were you guys harassing this James-kid anyway?"

Then again, Steve was always the best at somehow following along with what the kids were saying. Probably all the practice he got from listening to Robin and Vicki helped.

"Sounds like you brought that on yourself, Dustin."

Jonathan tried to tune back into what the kids had started arguing about. Something about a biology class and betrayals when it came to lab partners. Probably stemming from the fact that only five of them were in the class. Which meant someone had to pick a non-Party member to be their lab partner. And apparently, Dustin had drawn the short straw. Which had led to him being shuffled through multiple lab partners because none of the other students could put up with him in a science class like the other Party members could. Jonathan had felt sorry for him the first couple of times. He knew what it was like to have to be shuffled around on a partner project or in a lab class because no one wanted to work with the creepy kid. Then he realized that Dustin had sort of brought it on himself.

"Look, there is only a couple of weeks left of the semester, right?" Steve was rubbing at his brow again. "You guys agreed to re-draw straws after Christmas Break last summer. Whoever gets Dustin as their partner, just stick with him. And whoever gets the short straw, behave." He focused his glare on Mike and Max, which fair.

The kids wandered away, exploring the woods behind the Byers house, and Jonathan shuffled closer to Steve, "I think we should head inside."

Steve turned in confusion, keeping his voice low to match Jonathan's volume, "Why? You getting tired? Feeling alright?"

"Just tired," Jonathan lied, his eyes focused on the tension he could see building in Steve's shoulders and neck. They had a huge talk last summer themselves about actually reaching out when they needed help or weren't feeling well because they both tended to push it down. Jonathan wasn't sure how Steve hadn't picked up yet on Jonathan's tendency to only mention anything when he noticed Steve wasn't feeling well, but he was sure Steve was doing the same somehow. So, really, fair was fair. He let Steve lead him inside, out of the nippy cold that always came before it snowed.

[jonathanbiers]

i lost the ask about it because i tried to save it to the drafts and it DISAPPEARED, but for those of you who voted 'i want your video' in my wip titles poll, i have written the sentences! this isn't the whole thing, but here's a lil sneak preview & reveal for what it's going to be.

the text included here isn't graphic, but mentions sex work, which the fic WILL later include. 🖤

from i want your video,

“They sound like they suck,” Argyle points out, exhaling as he presses the still burning end of the roach against the bottom of the ashtray. 

Steve hums as if in thought, eyes turned up toward the ceiling. “I think mom would be okay with it, after some initial adjustment. Just not a conversation I wanna have with either of them, y’know—like, I’m not gonna call them and go, ‘Hey, mom and dad, I lied about the job thing. I’ve actually been selling videos of me touching myself on the internet, but don’t worry, it’s pretty good money.’” Steve looks over at Argyle with a put-on grimace. “Maybe let’s not.” 

“Why ever not?” Argyle jokes, reaching over to set the ashtray down on the table by the couch. “I am curious, though—why only the solo stuff?” 

“I’m not against the idea of filming with a partner. It just hasn’t happened,” Steve explains, his hand gesturing vaguely in the air. “It would have to be someone I trust. Turns out, that’s a very small list of people.” 

The weed must be starting to really kick in, because Argyle doesn’t even really remember why he asked in the first place, doesn’t think twice before he lets slip, “You trust me, don’t you?” 

He doesn’t even realize the implication of what he said, his already-short attention span even more of a mess. Not even when Steve considers him for a long few seconds, eyes giving Argyle a once over that, if it had been anyone else—and if Argyle’s self-awareness hadn’t gone out the window—would’ve made it obvious he was being checked out. Maybe because it’s Steve, and because they’re already friends, but it doesn’t make him feel uncomfortable like it normally does, put on the spot when he can tell someone’s eyeing him up. 

It’s just Steve, and he’s just looking. 

“Yeah, I trust you,” Steve says finally, his head lifting slightly so he can slide his own arm under it, the picture of comfort and ease. “If you want to, then yeah, I’m down. We’d just both have to get tested first—safety and all that important shit.” 

“We—huh,” Argyle mumbles aloud, his eyes blinking like that’ll clear away the clouds hovering over his thoughts. It takes a second, but he remembers the earlier parts of the conversation eventually, his mouth dropping open just a bit. “Oh—” Argyle’s mind seems to pause completely while he grasps for words to say. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to come up with anything. “I think maybe I shouldn’t be high for this conversation.” 

[hes-a-bit-of-a-prat]

Guess who's finally getting on to the main plot point!

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