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Oliver and Jonathan have been together for just a few months now, but they've been friends ever since Oliver and his family moved to Hawkins. He met Jonathan on his first day of school, in History Class, more precisely. Oliver remembered seeing Jonathan sitting all by himself in the back of the classroom, near the window, tapping his foot on the floor and glancing outside like he was eager to run back home and be done with school. And the only available seat happened to be right next to this lone boy.
When Oliver sat next to him, Jonathan remembered glancing at the new boy quickly with a raised eyebrow. Someone was actually sitting next to him? That's a first. Oliver smiled at him and introduced himself, offering his hand for Jonathan to shake. He remembered feeling the warmth of the new kid's hand against his rather chilly one. How good it felt.
From that day on, Oliver stuck with Jonathan and never left his side. Feelings started blossoming, and before Jonathan knew it, he had a boyfriend to call his own. A person to love and adore. Someone Jonathan wants to spend the rest of his life with. Someone who makes him smile and laugh. Someone who hugs him and gives Jonathan his jacket when it's cold. Someone who gives him beautiful gifts for Valentine's Day, his birthday, and their anniversary.
All was perfect.
But there is one thing that bothers Oliver tremendously. Jonathan is always putting others before him, even when he shouldn't. Even when it's not his business, Jonathan Byers will drop everything he's doing to help his mom make breakfast, drive his brother home, or cover a colleague's shift at work. And much to Oliver's annoyance, some people take advantage of Jonathan's golden heart, like that one time when that annoying girl from the school's newspaper asked Jonathan to take some pictures of the upcoming basketball game. He and Jonathan had plans of spending the Friday afternoon at Oliver's house after school, but because Jonathan agreed to help the newspaper team, their plans went down the drain. Oliver was fuming when Jonathan told him that.
"Why did you agree to help her, Jonathan? You're not even part of the newspaper team!" Oliver said, exasperated, while Jonathan shrugged and mumbled, "Well, she asked me to, Ollie. I couldn't say no to her."
"You could, and you should have." Oliver countered, crossing his arms. "It's not your problem if the newspaper is missing a photographer, Jon. If Wheeler needs pictures, she can bring a Polaroid and take the pics herself. You should have said no and walked away before she threw a hissy fit."
Jonathan lowered his gaze and mumbled a "sorry" in reply. It made Oliver feel guilty for snapping at him. He knows how much Jonathan likes helping others, but it infuriates him when no ones returns the favor.
This is just one of the many examples of Jonathan giving up his plans to help someone. Sure, it's nice to help people, but God Oliver can count on one hand how many times people have helped him back. Enough of this.
Oliver is not going to sit back and see everyone use his boyfriend like Jonathan's a footstool or a crutch. Not on his watch.
Friday morning, Byers residence.
Oliver spent the night at the Byers. When Jonathan's alarm rang at 06h30 in the morning, the boy was quick to shut it off before Jonathan woke up and gently untangled himself from his boyfriend's hold. The boy groaned softly in his sleep but calmed down when Oliver gave him a pillow to hug, which Jonathan accepted.
After making sure Jonathan was still sound asleep, Oliver silently walked towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast for his sleeping beauty of a boyfriend. He made sure to make Jonathan's favorite: french toast, hot chocolate, and scrambled eggs.
"Hmmm, perfect!" He smiles, pleased with his cooking skills. Everything looks and smells delicious.
Oliver puts everything on a tray and walks back to Jonathan's room, where he can hear his boyfriend's faint groans and grunts, indicating the sleeping beauty is waking up from his slumber.
Jonathan unburied his face from the pillow he was hugging, the one Oliver put to replace him, and yawned, blinking heavily, his brown eyes adjusting to the bright surroundings. The boy's brown hairs are all over the place, covering his right eye, spiked up like a cat after getting wet, and some strands even in his mouth. The first thing he notices is Oliver's absence.
"Ollie?" He calls the other boy with a hoarse and sleepy voice while looking around the room to try and spot his missing boyfriend.
From the hallway, Oliver hears Jonathan calling him and chuckles softly, imagining Jonathan's adorable, sleepy, and confused face. He enters the room, setting the tray of food on the nightstand and leaning down to kiss Jonathan's forehead.
"Morning, love."
"Mornin'," Jonathan replies with a sleepy, happy grin, his cheeks blushing slightly at the kiss from the other boy. He looks up at Oliver with big, puppy dog eyes. "Where were you?"
"Making you breakfast, Jon. But first, you need to brush your teeth."
"Ugh. Don't wanna!" Jonathan groans and buries his face in Oliver's chest, making the other boy chuckle softly and caress his boyfriend's unruly brown hair.
"No complaining, Jonny. You need to brush your teeth before breakfast. Dentist's order."
Jonathan groans again but complies with Oliver's order, knowing better than to argue with his boyfriend, who happens to be the son of a dentist. He marches to the bathroom and sluggishly brushes his teeth, making sure to floss and use what's left of the mint-flavored mouthwash, as well as comb his hair and wash his face. After that, he marches back into his room, where Oliver pats the empty spot on the bed next to him. Jonathan smiles and sits down next to his boyfriend, who gives him the breakfast tray.
"You... You made all of this?" Jonathan says with wide eyes and a smile of gratitude.
"Yep. All for you, love." Oliver kisses Jonathan's cheek again, earning yet another blush from his boyfriend, and gestures for him to start eating, which he does promptly.
Jonathan takes a bite from the French toast and "Oh, my God!" He hums in delight. Oliver makes the best French toast in the entire world. Not even the French can make a better French toast than his. And the eggs? Perfect! Not to mention the hot chocolate. Not too sweet, but not too bland. Oliver smiles back, happy to know Jonathan is enjoying the breakfast he made just for him.
But the ringing of the alarm interrupts their sweet, peaceful moment.
Jonathan glances at the clock. It's 7h00. His eyes widen at the time, and Jonathan sets the tray of food next to him and starts getting off the bed.
"I need to make breakfast. Mom will wake up soon, and she needs to eat before going to work. And I need to wake Will, too, and—"
"Nope." Oliver grabs Jonathan by the shoulders and pushes him back to the bed. "You're not going anywhere."
"Now's not the time for playing around, Oliver!" Jonathan frowns at his boyfriend's antics and tries to get up again. "I need to make breakfast—"
"No, you do not." He pushes Jonathan back again, still holding him by the shoulders. "You're not going to do anything, Jonathan."
"But—"
"No," Oliver says, his tone firm and unrelenting. "Jonathan, your mom is a grown woman and perfectly capable of doing breakfast by herself. And Will is her responsibility, not yours."
"But I need to—"
"Jonathan." Oliver sends him a pointed look. "Your mom's not going to die if she sacrifices 10 minutes of her time to make pancakes and eggs. Stop worrying about her and eat your breakfast, love."
Jonathan wants to argue, to talk back, to get up and march to the oven and cook breakfast like he always does, but Oliver's glare tells him he's not going to let him, so the boy goes back to his breakfast, eating in silence. He has to admit, though, that it's nice not needing to cook breakfast for the whole family for once.
Joyce seemed a little lost at not having breakfast already made for her, but Oliver just smiled at the woman and said they were already going to school, not giving Joyce time to ask Jonathan to go wake Will up. That's her problem. Not Jonathan's.
The duo left the house and got into Jonathan's car, Oliver getting into the passenger's seat and fiddling with the radio, picking up Jonathan's favorite mixtape.
After school, the duo went to Oliver's house to watch a movie. At this time of day, Jonathan's house is full of bratty kids, all yelling and behaving in the most barbaric and uncivilized way humanity has ever seen since the fall of the Roman Empire. Meanwhile, Oliver's house is empty and silent—a perfect haven for two boys who just want to relax and cuddle.
Once there, Oliver gestures for Jonathan to sit down on the couch while he goes to pick a movie, Jonathan's favorite. Oliver puts on the tape and turns to the kitchen to make some popcorn.
"Lemme help—"
"Nope." He pushes Jonathan back on the couch and covers him with a soft blanket. "You are not taking your pretty little behind from that couch, mister. Just stay there, looking handsome, while I go make us some popcorn and get us something to drink."
"But—" Oliver cuts Jonathan off with a kiss and turns around, leaving his starstruck boyfriend behind. No matter how long they've been together, Jonathan always melts into a puddle whenever Oliver kisses him, especially when it's out of the blue like this.
In the kitchen, Oliver heats a bag of popcorn in the microwave, pours some soda for them - Jonathan's favorite, obviously - and also reheats a few slices of Pepperoni pizza he found on the fridge.
He walks back into the living room, Jonathan immediately turning to look at him when he hears Oliver's footsteps. He hands Jonathan a glass of soda, sets the bowl of popcorn next to him on the couch and the plate of pizza on the coffee table, and sits down next to Jonathan, who covers his boyfriend with the blanket as well.
The duo watches the movie in silence for a few minutes before Jonathan turns to look at his boyfriend with a curious glance.
"Ollie, is everything alright?"
"Hm-hn." Oliver hums and nods, taking a sip from the soda before turning to Jonathan and cocking his eyebrow. "Why'd you ask, love?"
Jonathan shrugs his response, averting his gaze to the TV screen for a few seconds before turning back to look at his boyfriend.
"It's just... I dunno. You did a lot for me today. You made me breakfast, gave me your jacket during lunch when I said I was cold, shooed Nancy away when she came asking me to take pictures for the school newspaper after class (again), picked up my favorite movie, which I know you're not fond of, didn't let me help you in the kitchen."
Oliver shrugged in response and scooted closer to Jonathan, resting his head on Jonathan's shoulder.
"I just..." He sighs and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and feeling the scent of Jonathan's perfume. "I see you doing a lot for everyone, Jon, but no one ever returns the favors."
Jonathan tilts his head to the right to get a better look at Oliver's face. He blinks a few times before shrugging dismissively.
"I like helping people."
"Yeah, well, people should help you back." Oliver retorts, raising his head to look at Jonathan. "You help everyone every day, Jonathan. You do a lot for everyone, but when was the last time someone helped you? When was the last time someone did something for you? Something meaningful."
Jonathan doesn't respond. He lowers his gaze and taps his foot on the ground slightly, indicating that he finds this conversation unpleasant. Unpleasant because it's true. Besides Oliver, no one seems to mind Jonathan much. No one asks him how he's doing, if he's alright, or if he needs help. No one asks him about his pictures, not even Will or his mom. Oliver notes the signs of Jonathan's discomfort. He pushes a strand of Jonathan's brown hair off his face and makes him rest his head on Oliver's shoulder.
"Look, love, I just wanted to make today a 'you day.' A day where you don't have to worry about anything or anyone."
"Hum." Jonathan hums in response, burying his face in the crook of Oliver's neck. "Thank you, Ollie."
Oliver smiles and plants a kiss on Jonathan's forehead, nuzzling his nose against his soft, brown hair, breathing in the scent of Jonathan's shampoo.
"Anytime, love. Anything for you."
Even though he can't see it, Oliver knows Jonathan is smiling, and he can't help but smile, too. This boy deserves the world. This boy whom he has the pleasure of calling his boyfriend. Jonathan Byers.