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When Jonathan Byers goes missing, Hawkins turns fear into rumors and grief into gossip. Steve Harrington is trying not to be the kind of person who feeds it. He’s also trying to get Nancy Wheeler to look at him like he’s changed.
So when Nancy mentions Jonathan, Steve makes a choice he can’t take back: he tells her they were friends.
It should’ve been a harmless lie—something vague, something that would fade the moment Jonathan came home.But Joyce Byers finds a stack of photographs Jonathan took of Steve, and suddenly the lie stops being a crush-driven flex and turns into a lifeline Joyce clings to with both hands. With Robin Buckley helping Steve keep his story straight and Nancy pulling them into a frantic investigation, the three of them become an unlikely detective team chasing leads the police ignore.
The deeper Steve digs, the less he cares about impressing Nancy… and the more he can’t stop thinking about Jonathan—about the boy behind the camera, the quiet moments Steve never noticed, and the dangerous person Jonathan might be hiding from.
A Stonathan fic inspired by Dear Evan Hansen.
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In a canon-divergent, post–Season 3 Hawkins—where Nancy and Jonathan have already gone their separate ways a series of erratic demodog attacks begins tearing through the town. A new strategy emerges: pairing Steve's instinctive, close-combat fighting with Jonathan's sharp eye for patterns and evidence, and sending them out together as a rapid-response team.
Neither of them is happy about it.
It doesn’t help that they’re also working the same shifts at Family Video—alongside a coworker who seems far more comfortable with Jonathan than anyone else. Between overlapping hours, increasingly dangerous patrols through Hawkins and the slow unearthing of old resentments, Steve and Jonathan are forced into a partnership built on proximity, necessity, and a mutual refusal to acknowledge how well they work together.
As the demodog threat escalates, the line between enemies, allies, and something far more dangerous begins to blur.
Some threats you can fight head-on.
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Steve Harrington shows up to college hoping for a fresh start. Jonathan Byers arrives praying that no one notices him at all. They’re assigned neighboring dorm rooms, and suddenly the past they shared in Hawkins becomes impossible to ignore.
Between late-night study sessions, campus chaos, and the heavy things they never said, the two of them start to build something neither expected.
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Jonathan would never call his crush on Steve an obsession. No, why would he? It was just a crush; one he's held since they were kids—and by the time they were in high school—Steve had become popular and spent most of his time surrounded by what Jonathan considered the wrong crowd.
It was just a crush, he told himself; it would go away. Steve only dated women. Jonathan never had a chance, and although he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't resist his more questionable ways of handling the heartbreak of it all.
When college came around, the universe was cruel; Jonathan needed a roommate due to renting an apartment instead of staying in the dorms, and Steve was the only one who offered to live with him.
Doing so would be Steve's first mistake.
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09 Feb 2026
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Steve Harrington had the world handed to him on a silver platter. By twenty-two, he's sold millions of records and is headlining the Indianapolis Summer Music Festival.
By the same age, Jonathan Byers has just graduated from Indiana State, broke, in debt, still living at home, working two jobs on top of his photography assignments for the Indianapolis Star; and he's only requested working the main stage at the festival because it means his girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler, gets to see Steve Harrington live.
Whatever makes her happy. It’s not like he has to like the guy.
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04 Feb 2026
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There were simple rules for their Philly meet-ups. They were once a month, they wouldn't take any of their work or school stress and they definitely weren't to bring any plus-ones.
And if you're Jonathan Byers, definitely don't bring anyone who could basically be a clone of Steve Harrington with worse hair.
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24 Jan 2026
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May 12th, 1987. A sharp curse sounded through the thick air as a flash light desperately flickered through the disgusting, heady, humid air of the ditch. Standing up, he would groan in discomfort as his foot sank into wet, rich marsh, the swamp swallowing his boot once his foot lifted.
His soaked through sock was the least of his worries as he traversed the mud, his nostrils becoming familiar with the sulfur. He adjusted his hat and pushed forward, hoping to finish the patrol and go home to his lousy apartment. Steve felt a bile rise in his throat as the beam of light landed on something, and his flashlight fell from his hand and into the greedy mud as the smell of death overcame him.
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Canon divergence in which Steve is a police officer solving a mysterious series of disappearances, and seeks assistance from the last person he would expect it from. (Set in season one - Mike's group is aged down significantly. Older kids graduate sooner as well.)
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19 Jan 2026
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“Cool! Cool.” Steve appears keenly aware of the oddness of their situation— the king talking to the peasant— but tries to shake it off, eyebrows furrowed in focus. “Okay, so, I just have to ask: you need lighting to take a photo, right? You can’t just— take one in the dark?”
Jonathan could lie to him. He could so, so easily lie to him. Dispel his doubts, that there was someone with a camera in his bushes last night. But for some reason, he hesitates.
Jonathan glances down, pushing hair out of his eyes a bit awkwardly. “Well… no. Film cameras, their settings can be adjusted, so that you can shoot in dimmer environments.” He feels daring, and looks back up. “Why do you ask?”
God, he’s going to hell.
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16 Jan 2026