Fics like Our subject isn't cool, but he fakes it anyway

“What do you mean what happened?” “I just…” Jonathan’s eyes flicked up past Steve at the sound of the backdoor creaking open. “Mom.” Steve turned to see Mrs. Byers’ in the doorway with a glass of water and a bottle of something. Probably the painkillers she’d promised. She gave him a matching look of concern and confusion, although she was quicker to conceal it. He started to feel hot and embarrassed with the reaction he was getting. It hadn’t been meant to slow anything down, let alone draw everyone’s eyes to his bare chest. He leaned down to grab his soaking wet shirt off the back steps, although it was really just an excuse to look down and away from everyone’s gazes. Mrs. Byers’ put out a hand as if to tap him on the shoulder and then drew it back like she was worried about hurting him. “Steve, honey, you can borrow one of Jonathan’s shirts." Based on the prompt: "I love the idea of a whumpee having a wardrobe malfunction that leads to a past injury/torture reveal." by @writingpheonix on tumblr!

Fics like Our subject isn't cool, but he fakes it anyway

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