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jinxquickfoot · 3 years

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TFATWS Script Notes

Ok, so while I genuinely enjoyed so much of TFATWS, I have...thoughts. And as a few people have asked me about said thoughts, and said thoughts have been living rent free in my head since the show ended, I’ve made this stupidly long post. (For context, my day job is as a script reader and editor, so here are my TFATWS script notes for anyone kind enough/crazy enough to read them.) And...here we go.

1) More World-Building

This is a common compliant I’ve seen about the show, and it’s a fair one. While we hear a lot about people being displaced after the Blip and the problems that’s causing, we never really get to see it. Firstly, this is such a wasted opportunity to finally show us some of more of the post-Blip chaos, which is a super interesting world that they didn’t really dive into. Secondly, we would identify more with Karli if we saw what and who she was fighting for instead of just being told about it. You could also add in the woman who dies who was so apparently important to Karli and her community but doesn’t get any screen time while she’s alive, which means we feel very distant from Karli with this loss, when we could feel closer to her. This feels like Karli’s Yinsen or Erskine and we didn’t even get to meet her.

While it was nice that we got an entire first episode dedicated to setting up Sam and Bucky’s arc, that did not need an entire episode of screen time - they don’t even interact until episode 2. Make the opening exposition more succinct, and leave room to set up, if not Karli, then at least the world and the stakes that she’s fighting for.

2) Reveal Sharon is The Power Broker in Episode 3

I know a lot of people didn’t like Sharon as the Power Broker at all, so bear with me, because I like the idea behind this at least - that Sharon has become so jaded after the events of Civil War that she’s turned to crime and has given up on the idea of heroes. As Sam is currently trying to figure out his own ideology and what the shield means to him throughout the series, and he’s already got Zemo pushing his thoughts on him, this would be another challenge for Sam to overcome. Maybe that’s what they were going for, but it’s ruined when they don’t reveal why Sharon is doing what she’s doing and instead save it up for a cheap twist in Episode 6. Most of us picked that Sharon was the Power Broker anyway and it had very little effect on the plot to the point where she felt tacked on as a poorly done set-up for Season 2.

So bring it out that info in Episode 3. It would have been a better twist in that episode, and would have made Sam even more unsure of the right path seeing a former ally as now a potential antagonist. You could also have Sam trying and failing to bring Sharon around by promising her a pardon, which she turns down, making him even more unsure of himself. And then, instead of her feeling tacked on in the last episode, she can come through and help them save the day, revealing that Sam did get through to her after all, the way he always does - empathy and understanding.

3) Wrap up John Walker in episode 5

Walker in the sixth episode was just…weird. They clearly set up him as an added obstacle for Sam and Bucky and then he was their…ally? After killing a man and clearly going for a kill on Sam when they were fighting over the shield? And as cool as that shield construction teaser was, it didn’t pay off, and John Walker did not deserve a redemption arc. So cut the shield scene, and cut Walker out of the final sequence, which would leave more room for Sam and Bucky to actually team up in that final battle. For a show that’s meant to be about their relationship, there was a very little payoff of showing them working together in the final takedown of the Flag-Smashers. Then bring in Madame Hydra and US Agent in a post credits scene for a Season 2 set-up.

4) Bring in Torres as the new Falcon in Episode 6

That’s it, that’s the note. This show definitely suffers from trying to set up too much for later seasons or other Marvel properties. If you’re going to set up Torres as the new Falcon in Episode 5, give it to us in Episode 6. Don’t devalue the show we’re watching for the sake of future content.

5) Have the Flagsmashers turn against Karli

This was such an obvious route that they seemed to be going for, so it kind of amazed me that they didn’t do it. Karli starts off as a Robin Hood-style figure who turns villain, and it’s so clear her followers are starting to doubt her - and her followers should be doubting her. One of their number died, Karli’s threatening to kill hostages, it’s so clear they’re no longer the good guys. So have them back down and abandon her when she goes too far, which leads us into -

6) Have Karli sacrifice herself

Zemo shouldn’t have been proven right. Because he was partially right, and Karli was partially right, and this show should have been about Sam trying to work out the balance between them and figure out what he thought was right, which is what the entire Captain America corner of Marvel has been about. Instead of having Karli go totally evil in her final seconds and trying to kill Sam, give her the clarity that no one is going to listen to her except if she becomes a symbol. Because people listen to and follow symbols - that’s been a major theme in this show already - and that becomes easier to do if they’re dead. Look at Steve Rogers. Her friend even refers to her as the next Captain America - the seed for this has long been planted.

Karli wants to do good but also recognises the harm she causes. Sam tries to talk her down (I’m imagining he’s put down the shield at this point to talk to her, so they can talk as human beings and not symbols), but at the crucial point she raises her gun with the apparent intent to shoot Sam, causing her to get shot instead. Her death still inspires Sam’s speech and gets her cause won, but it feels more earned and tragic because now it really is a sacrifice - one that maybe didn’t need to be made if she and others like her were listened to in the first place. It also comes with the interesting idea that both Karli and Steve have now sacrificed themselves to win a war, while Sam is still living which, as a certain Washington put it: “Dying is easy young man; living is harder.” Sam choosing to live and fight as Captain America despite knowing the hardships that come with separates him from both Steve and Karli, setting him up to be a new kind of Cap.

I’m so attached to this idea that I have three ideas for who could end up killing her

a) Have it be Sharon

In this version, Sharon embodies a more grey area that Sam would struggle with, and killing a young girl to save a friend would definitely fall into said grey area. Also, Sharon still gets her pardon, but for “eliminating the dangerous terrorist Karli Morgenthau” which…you get it.

b) Have it be Torres

So we’ve established Torres is there as the new Falcon, and all he sees is Sam about to die and takes the shot, only to realize what he’s done when it’s too late. This would add to the price of Karli’s death and be something for Torres to wrestle with in later seasons. Bonus points for one of Karli’s last acts being forgiving Torres.

c) Have it be a faceless law enforcer

This one is the most on the nose, but there’s something in the idea of the government thinking Sam still needs ‘backup’ when really they just make things worse, and Karli letting herself get killed by the system in order to improve it. These are just my opinions - doesn’t mean I’m right all or that all of these would work! But I do think it’s fair to say that the show mostly worked, but it wasn’t a home run, and this is just my script editor brain yelling at me about how they might have got there. (P.S. If this is interesting to anyone except me I have a Iron Man 3 and Age of Ultron one ready to go)

#tfatws spoilers #tfatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #captain america #winter soldier #writer things

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musecharm-writes · 3 years

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Bad Influence, Pt 1 (Steve Harrington X Reader)

Summary: You wish you hadn’t stolen the cigarettes. You hadn’t gone into Melvald’s with the intention of stealing them -- you were going to buy them, you swear you were going to buy them. But you had realised after picking up the carton and reaching into your pocket to get your cash ready that you hadn’t brought any money with you. And, of course, you knew you should put them back and leave… But you’d run out two weeks ago, and you couldn’t deal with the cravings any longer, and there were only so many times you could sneak from your mom before she started to catch on.

(Note: There’s not much Steve/Reader interaction yet; this part is just to establish the plot. We get to the fun stuff in the next one.)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

One would think that, on the most important day in a person’s entire life, something special would happen -- there’d be a rainbow complete with gold and a leprechaun, or stars would fall from the sky, or farm animals would spontaneously sprout wings and learn to fly. Steve Harrington wouldn’t know; the only special things that have ever happened to him were armageddon, the end of the world, and doomsday, in that order.

The day that Steve’s life was changed forever (without anyone having to face certain doom this time), nothing unusual happened at all.

Well, almost nothing. Then again, Steve supposes there’s something a little less than usual about you.

You’re being dragged out of Melvald’s by Hawkins’ finest when Steve first lays eyes on you.

Your hair is disheveled, your face is flushed, and there’s a wild look in your eyes. You’re writhing in the hold of the cops gripping your arms, probably to keep you from running.

Though he isn’t sure why, Steve can’t help but stare.

Robin comes up next to him, taking a sip from a thermos of coffee. “Ho-lee shit, what’s goin’ on over there?”

Steve shrugs, his eyes still fixed on you even as you’re being read your rights and fitted with handcuffs.

Coincidentally, as Callahan has you bend over the hood of his patrol car so he can frisk you while Powell slaps the cuffs on, your head is pressed to the hood so that you’re staring right in Steve’s direction. The two of you lock eyes for what feels like forever before you’re being jerked upright by your arm and manhandled into the backseat of the car.

Steve feels a sharp, elbow-shaped pain in his side.

“OW! What the-- Why did you do that?”

Robin smiles, clearly pleased with herself. “Because you were being weird. Plus, I said your name, like, a bajillion times and you either didn’t hear me or you were pretending.” She squints critically at him. “What’s your deal, Harrington?”

Steve shakes his head. “Nothing. Nothing’s my deal, I don’t have a deal. You’re the one with the deal, elbowing me in the ribcage like that, you could have done some serious damage to my… ribs.”

Robin doesn’t seem convinced -- not at all, actually -- but she apparently isn’t that invested in finding out what Steve’s “deal” is, because she just shrugs and says, “Whatever. Let’s go get breakfast or something, I could eat a horse.”

A few minutes later, they walk into Benny’s Burgers only to find Jonathan and Nancy sitting in the booth nearest to the door. Nancy spots Steve and waves.

Steve nudges Robin and cocks his head in their direction. “You in?”

She shrugs. “Sure. Jonathan’s cool.”

Steve snorts. “Behave yourself, Buckley.”

“We’ll see,” she replies cheerily.

As they sit down, Nancy says, “Hey, did you guys hear about the commotion at Melvald’s earlier today?”

Steve opens his mouth to reply, but before he can even finish inhaling, Robin answers with, “We didn’t, but why don’t you ask Stevie here what he ‘heard’ about the ‘commotion at Melvald’s?’”

Both Nancy and Jonathan turn their full attention to Steve, and he mentally curses Robin so hard he’s sure she can hear it, based on the shiteating grin on her face.

“...Steve?” Jonathan says gently.

Steve sighs in exasperation, the force of it puffing out his cheeks. He shrugs and lifts a hand, splaying his fingers. “I… Sort of. Saw…” He hesitates, looking between Jonathan and Nancy, seeing their expectant expressions. He sighs again and runs a hand through his hair. Out with it, man. “I saw somebody getting pulled out by Callahan and Powell, all right?”

Nancy’s brow furrows. “Who? Why? What happened?”

Steve shrugs. “Dunno. Whoever it was, they definitely had a couple screws loose.”

Nancy says nothing for a moment. Then, she says, “Jonathan, do you think your mom would know anything about it?”

“Maybe. We can ask her when we go back to the house.”

Robin cocks her head. “Why are you guys so interested in finding out about this, anyway?”

Nancy and Jonathan share a look and then after a moment they turn back to Robin and shrug in unison.

Soon enough, the waitress is coming to take their orders, and the conversation turns toward other things.

While Robin and Steve are chowing down on brunch, you’re sitting in the Hawkins Police Department, waiting to find out how hard they’re going to punish you.

You wish you hadn’t stolen the fucking cigarettes.

You hadn’t gone into Melvald’s with the intention of stealing them -- you were going to buy them, you swear you were going to buy them. But you had realised after picking up the carton and reaching into your pocket to get your cash ready that you hadn’t brought any money with you.

And, of course, you knew you should put them back and leave… But you’d run out two weeks ago, and you couldn’t deal with the cravings any longer, and there were only so many times you could sneak from your mom before she started to catch on. So you’d slipped the carton of cigarettes into your pocket and headed for the door.

And then the woman behind the counter shouted, “Hey!”

You’d just panicked and started running, and… well, here you are.

The Chief of Police stepped out of his office and called one of the cops who brought you in over. They talked in hushed tones for a moment, looking like they were having a disagreement, and then the other cop -- Callahan, you’re pretty sure, the one with the glasses -- comes back over and takes your cuffs off.

“Chief Hopper wants you in his office,” Callahan says blandly, gesturing toward the door the chief is standing in front of.

You take a deep, shaky breath, trying to quell your fear, and then you stand up and go to face your doom.

Chief Hopper doesn’t say anything to you as you pass him on the way into the office. His face is a careful mask of neutrality, which makes you even more nervous than if he’d been staring you down -- at least if he was doing that, you would know what to expect.

As you go in, the chief follows you in and closes the door behind you, which just cements the knowledge that whatever’s about to happen isn’t going to be fun for you.

“Have a seat,” he says, pointing at the chair on the other side of his desk as he walks around to the other side to sit in his own chair. You do as he says, watching as he pulls out a carton of cigarettes and clamps one between his teeth. He looks up at you and offers the carton out to you. “Want a smoke?”

You swallow. You wonder if this is some kind of weird test. “No thank you, sir.”

“You sure?” He asks, the carton still extended across the desk. “From what I hear you’re pretty fond of ‘em.”

You feel your face flushing with embarrassment. You stare down at your hands for a moment and then, sheepishly, take a single cigarette from the proffered carton.

He lights both of your cigarettes with a Zippo he pulls from his shirt pocket and watches you from under the brim of his hat as you take a drag and exhale smoke on a relieved sigh.

“So,” Chief Hopper begins, smoke escaping from his mouth, “my sources tell me you were stealing from Melvald’s General Store. A carton of cigarettes and nothing else. First time you’ve ever gotten into trouble. Know what that tells me?”

You swallow and then shake your head, bringing your cigarette to your lips again for another long, slow drag. If you’re about to be locked up and have your parents told on you, you wanna savour this cigarette, because it could well be your last for a while.

Chief Hopper continues to look at you for a moment, and then he leans back in his chair. “That tells me that you’re not what we in the business call a bad apple. I don’t wanna put that idea in your head, or anybody else’s, and you spend one night in jail, that’s what’s gonna happen. You get me?”

“I…” You knit your brows. “I’m… not sure I do, sir.”

Chief Hopper sighs through his nose, making smoke stream out through his nostrils. “I’m saying that I don’t want to put you through the ringer just ‘cause you’re a kid who made a dumb mistake.”

You blink. “Are you-- You’re saying you’re letting me off the hook?”

“Not quite,” he says. “You still committed a crime. Wouldn’t look good for me if you just got to walk away without any consequences. No, you’re not off the hook, but I talked to the owner of the store and got permission to come up with an alternative method of punishment. As long as you accept it, that is. We can always just let you do time anyway, if that’s what you want.”

You shake your head immediately. “I’d prefer not to, sir.”

He nods, satisfied. “Right. You’re gonna be working at Melvald’s for the next two weeks. You’ll be working alongside Joyce Byers, and she’s gonna keep an eye on you, so make sure you stay out of trouble, okay?”

You arch your brows. “I’ll be working at Melvald’s?” You wonder how the hell he managed to work that out with the owner.

“That’s what I said. Think of it as community service; can you handle it?”

“Yessir,” you say, nodding.

“All right then. At the end of each week, I’ll be coming in -- off the books -- to check in. As long as you do as you’re told and keep your head down, this’ll all blow over before you know it.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, and you try to blink them back before the chief notices and thinks you’re a huge crybaby. “Thank you, Chief Hopper.”

He stands up and leans over the desk, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “It’s no problem, kid. Just don’t make me regret it, all right?”

As you stand up, you nod again, suddenly determined. “I won’t, sir, I promise.”

His lips quirk up at one side. “Call me Hopper or Hop, kid. Nobody I like calls me sir.”

You smile hesitantly. “Yessir… Hopper.”

As Chief Hopper is walking you to the door, you can’t help but ask what you’ve been wondering for a while now. “Ch-- Er, Hopper?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you doing this for me?” You pick at the hem of your shirt nervously. “I mean, not that I’m not thankful, I’m incredibly thankful, I just... don’t understand why I’m not being punished?”

He’s silent for a moment, perhaps turning your question over in his head, and then after what feels like an eternity, he finally answers with, “When I was your age, I made some pretty dumb mistakes, too. I never had anybody willing to back me up, and I ended up doing a lot of shit I’m not proud of because there was nobody there to bail me out when I got into trouble. When I come across kids who need that, now that I’m an adult myself, I tend to wanna help ‘em out.”

You can’t help but feel awestruck. Chief Hopper is nothing like the stories you’ve heard; he’s so fair-minded, and kind, and selfless, it kind of makes you feel like crying again. You feel visible in a way that’s almost uncomfortable.

You kind of wish you could feel this way all the time.

“Thank you,” you say again.

“No problem, kid,” Hopper says, opening the door to his office. “Now scram; you’ve got about eighteen hours until you show up for your first shift at Melvald’s, and if you’re more than fifteen minutes late I’ll have someone escort you there every morning for the rest of the week.”

As you leave the Hawkins Police Department, you feel lighter than you can remember feeling in a long time.

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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The Story Of Us

Nancy Wheeler x fem!reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: drinking

Author’s Note: you know I haven’t written Nance before and a crime has been committed because I have’t so here is there my friends

Summary: based on the song the story of us

Genre: angst fluff

Song:I

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

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When you and Nancy started dating it was a shock to everyone. It was amazing that you had managed to capture her heart when so many people had tried and failed. After she broke up pretty brutally with Steve Harrington the rumors started to fly about who she could be dating next. High school was coming to a close in their senior year and everyone was trying to get in one last big rumor out.

As for you and Nancy, you had both been friends for a long time. She was one of the only people who knew you liked girls which made her one of your closest friends. Nancy had never thought about the world like that. She figured by default she was pretty straight until you came out to her in freshman year of high school.

She had some questions, being Nancy and all, and you were happy to answer them. You told her that questioning was totally okay but you had known you liked girls for a while. You were ready to start telling the people closest to you and such.

Nancy realized she was in love with you almost a year after you came out to her. Still, she dated Harrington for looks and he was nice and everything but her heart had always laid with her best friend.

You started dating each other when she broke up with Steve. On the down low of course. It was new to her and she expressed that she wanted to take things slow with telling people which you totally understood.

You’ve been dating for a little over four months now.

It has been a good relationship so far. You had already learned so much about each other over the years that you didn’t even need to do that part. You figured that she would be the person you spent most of your life with. You had already practiced what to tell people, the story of you and her, how it started and how it wouldn’t end.

That wasn’t looking like the case right now.

You and her had your first fight. It was over something stupid and you couldn’t even remember what the purpose of it was but it was enough to sit on opposite ends of the party. You could see her in the corner across from you. She was nursing a red solo cup and you moved so that she couldn’t see you sulking as well.

You walked over to the punch and poured some more in your cup, not caring who or what was spiked in it. You leaned against the table when you caught the gaze of Robin who you had a few classes with. She walked over to you, leaning against the back of the table.

“Girl troubles?” she asked. You shrugged.

“You can say that twice.” You took a long swig and swallowed hard. You glanced over at where you knew Nancy was and couldn’t help but wonder if it was killing her like it was killing you.

“You want me to talk to her?” You could feel like an annoying stab in your stab at the thought of Nancy talking to Robin about you. About how you had broken down her walls and you didn’t want anyone else to.

“No that’s okay. I’ll have to talk to her at some point,” you muttered.

That whole party you felt like you were tip toeing around each other. It was like a contest whenever you saw her on who could act like they cared less.

You caught her eye again and across the room, through people dancing and drinking you stared at each other, trying to pretend you didn’t care that the other person didn’t care.

You shook your head and fought through the crowd. She almost started to walk away but you were already there before she could make a good out.

“Y/N-”

“Wait okay, I don’t remember what we were even fighting about but I’m just gonna let you know that I’m sorry and I would much rather stop but I’m going to put the battles in your hands.” You were kind of drunk and you could tell she hadn’t shied away from the punch bowl either.

Nancy gave you a look. You waited for her to say something and thought that it might be better to just run away. Move away and never have to face her again.

“I don’t know what we were fighting about either,” she told you solemnly.

“Thank goodness,” you let out a sigh of relief.

“Just give me a moment. To think.”

“You’re drunk Nance that’ll take fore-”

“No. I’m not.”

She grabbed onto your arm because she almost fell over. You compressed a laugh and pat her back.

“Nancy.”

“Let’s just go home.” You nodded.

“Good idea.”

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femmeharringrove · 4 years

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Another summer, another fight. It scared them to find demogorgons roaming the forests of Hawkins again, the immediate concern being that another gate was open somewhere, but instead of a gate they found a nest; they'd been breeding in this dimension. There are unknowns here, of course. How long were they nesting? How many escaped the fight? How many escaped Hawkins before they even knew the nest was there?

But unknowns can wait. The battle is over, things are okay for now. Steve's destination isn't the Byers' home, not this time, but he's got a car full of chatty teenagers to drop off so he drives on autopilot. The kids won't make anything of his silence until much later, they hardly notice it now. But Steve can't talk, can hardly focus on anything but the eternal trip to the familiar home filled with warmth and relief and family, his family. The kids clamber out and Dustin hesitates, asks Steve if he's coming in.

He's not, he can't, but he smiles his most reassuring grin, runs a fond hand over the teen's curls, and promises to be inside in a minute. Dustin smiles back and nods before scampering inside. Steve watches with a sad sort of relief; his kids are safe, his loved ones are alive. Most of them are, anyway. They survive this time, and so he calls it a success.

Steve looks down at his bloodied jacket and groans softly. He's not making it this time, and he's okay with it.

The Beemer moves out of the driveway silently and he finds the strength to reach the quarry before the car turns off. He should go home, but his mother won't appreciate if he drips blood on her carpets. The quarry is his safe space, these trees know his secrets well. This is where he used to come with Billy long ago, when those ocean eyes and bright smile were still around. This is where their friendship blossomed over beer cans and rolled joints, where Billy trusted him with the truth about Neil and where Steve trusted him with his whole heart. They made love here, hidden away in their cars, they danced to old cassettes and talked about running away to California and making a life for themselves. This is where Steve came after Starcourt, face bruised and ribs broken and heart shattered. He grieved here, healed here, learned to move on here. It's almost fitting that he choose to die here, too. Bittersweet, he thinks.

He turns the car off and thinks about Dustin, about his kids. They'll be finishing high school soon. Dustin's already got an acceptance letter from some big tech school out in California, and Will's gotten a hefty scholarship to a New York arts school. Max is going to law school, she told him not very long ago, and he knows she's going to make one hell of a lawyer. Lucas and Mike are going to North Carolina, and El isn't quite ready to leave the nest yet, but when she does, when Hop lets her go, Steve knows she'll do something amazing. He wishes desperately he could be there to see it, but he's fading fast; the flow of blood from the gruesome series of bites along his torso is slow, but it's adding up. He hopes they don't grieve too hard, that they don't miss him too badly. Especially Dustin.

Dustin, his favorite child. His best friend. Claudia's told him several times even she saw him as an extension of their family, the older brother and mentor her Dusty always needed. The kid's loud, obnoxious at times, but Steve loves him fiercely and he hopes, really hopes that the kid knows that. He's got a letter in his desk for Henderson, for each of his kids, for everyone in his life, wrote them in an emotional haze after Starcourt nearly four years ago when he almost died in a Russian base. There's even a letter for Billy, a farewell to the love of his life. Steve hopes the kids get those letters so that they can at least have that closure, that form of goodbye. That's what those letters are, really. Three nights after the mall he wrote them just in case he died without the chance to say goodbye. Those letters hold everything he's ever wanted to say but never felt able to.

When they're found, Steve wonders what his parents will think. He wonders if his mother will cry, if his father will feel remorse for his absence. It hurts that he's dying without the chance to heal their broken relationship, and in his dark car he finds himself aching for his mother's hug, his father's hand stroking his hair. He wants to tell them that he loves them, in spite of everything. He wants to say sorry, he's sorry he wasn't the child they wanted him to be. But most of all, he just wants their company.

He knows Joyce will cry, thinks Hopper might too. Nancy and Robin are going to cry, there's no doubt in his mind. Steve hopes they don't feel guilt over this, that they don't blame themselves. Because it's not their fault, no matter what they may tell themselves. Robin's going to take this hard, he's abandoning his partner in crime. He hopes she finds another, that she gets to run off to Nashville and get her music gig going. He hopes she finds a girl who loves her goofy ways as much as he does. He hopes Nancy chases her dreams, that she catches them, that she and Jonathan live a happy life together. He hopes everyone lives a happy life after this. He hopes they move on.

"It's gonna take a while, Pretty Boy." Steve opens his eyes (when did he close them?) and slowly rolls his head to the side, stares at Billy in the passenger seat. Billy looks youthful and happy, his skin tanned and freckled and free of the Mind Flayer's scars. He's holding Steve's goodbye letter. Steve blinks once, twice, smiles faintly.

"I've missed you, dumbass," he grumbles, and Billy laughs easily. The sound is floaty and musical.

"Ditto, Stevie." He smiles fondly, and for a second Steve feels like they're teenagers again, sharing their affection in the safe confines of the quarry. Steve can forget the grave reality of the situation. He smiles back, reaches out to poke Billy's warm cheek, and slid his gaze lazily back out towards the lake.

"Is it scary?"

"Not really." Billy shakes his head. "Not when you know what's coming." Steve nods in acknowledgement.

"Can I do anything to stop it?" he asks. The blonde shakes his head again, his smile soft and sad.

"Nah. Sorry, Babydoll, but your time's running out." Steve takes a shuddering breath, nods again. Billy's hand seeks his out, squeezes gently. "Hey, look at me." He waits until Steve obliges, unfocused eyes settling on him. "You did good, Steve. You did real good."

"I don't want to leave them," he whispers, and he's starting to tear up now, the gravity of the situation setting in. "Who's gonna look after them, Bill? I can't - I can't just leave them." Billy leans in as Steve's voice wobbles, his calloused hand wiping the brunette's tears away while he hushes him softly.

"They're going to be okay," he soothes. "Trust me. You've done everything you can, you've done your job. You've been the best damn babysitter this world's ever seen." Billy's arms wrap around him comfortingly. "You've taken such good care of them, now it's time for you to rest." Steve sniffles as he leans into his boyfriend's arms, closing his eyes again.

"You think so?" he manages to ask.

"I know so." A hand runs gently over Steve's wild hair. "I worried about that too, was real worried about you and Max. But look at you." Billy shifts, tilts Steve's head and gets the dying man to look at him again. "You went off to police school or whatever they call it, you became a cop." And Steve had, he'd been a cop for two years. It was the right choice in his mind, even if his parents weren't keen on the idea. Hopper was proud of him, though, and everyone else supported him the whole way through. Judging from the look in Billy's eyes, the blonde is proud of him too. "You've helped those little shitbirds through high school, you've given Buckley a real friend, you've been there for Wheeler and her boy toy which is really impressive, sweetheart, because they drive me nuts." Steve snorts softly, a faint smile on his face, and Billy chuckles before pressing on. "You brought a little sunshine to everyone's life, Steve, and that's amazing. You've left your mark on them all forever. Those kids? They're never going to forget you. None of them will. And it won't be easy for them, losing you, but you moved on after me, didn't you? They're going to keep going. But I promise, they won't forget Steve Harrington." Billy's voice is so confident and soft, Steve can't help but believe him. He worries for his little family still, but he believes the other man. They're going to be okay, somehow. He doesn't have to worry anymore.

So instead, he presses closer to Billy, ignores the dull pain in his body, and smiles.

"Now what?" he asks. Billy hums low in his throat as he cards thick fingers through Steve's hair.

"Now, we move to California," he chuckles. "Right by the beach, baby. We'll watch the sum set over the ocean every night, adopt a couple of dogs or some shit. It'll be good." Steve hums softly.

"Sounds good," he agrees. He's silent for a little while after that. Steve's body feels numb, but that doesn't startle him. "Hey, Bill?"

"Yes, Bambi?"

"I thought you were supposed to feel cold when you die." Steve blinks hazy and slow, a soft smile on his face. "But I just feel really warm." Billy squeezes him gently.

"Warm is good, Pretty Boy," he murmurs. "It's over, Steve, close your eyes. You can rest now." The brunette nods, almost closes his eyes, but stops.

"You'll stay?" he asks.

"I'll stay," Billy promises. "Sleep, Sunshine. I'll be here when you wake up." Satisfied by that answer and too tired to keep his heavy eyelids open, Steve closes his eyes, smiles softly, and falls asleep.

It's Hopper who finds him just past dawn, after spending much of the night searching for the young cop. He has to sit down, can't move for a few minutes after the discovery. Dustin screams when they get to the hospital, crumples on the floor and begs Hopper to bring his best friend back. Max outright faints at the news and spends the day clinging to El, who can't stop crying longer than five minutes. Robin begs them to tell her it's a joke and rages for a few minutes before dissolving into tears herself. Steve's parents get the call in their Tokyo hotel room just before going out for the night; his mother trembles so hard she can't even try to stand. If his father feels anything at the news, he's good at hiding it. They come home to arrange the funeral and are faced with several teenagers waiting for them, Dustin yells at them until Hopper steps in. His mother looks at his lifeless face and whispers an apology he can't hear.

Steve Harrington is laid to rest next to his old high school rival, and an old nail-studded bat is left at the headstone. Nancy gives a tear-jerking eulogy at his funeral, and Dustin barely gets through a smaller speech about his big brother. Max writes a speech, but ultimately is only able to tell the small crowd that Steve was the brightest ray of sun in her darkest time. His parents allegedly were "too emotional" to speak about their son, and no one questions it. Joyce speaks, though, about this heartbreakingly sweet boy she came to love as her own, and Hopper says he would have been proud to have the kid as his son.

His letters are found and are handed out that night, and Max leaves his letter for Billy by the other's headstone unread. They all cry through the words scrawled out in that familiar handwriting, his assurances of love and pride for them all, and promises that they would get through this. Sitting at the quarry that same night, sharing laughter and tears and memories of the man, they decide that maybe, even if they can't see it now, Steve's right. They'll try and get through this. It's hard navigating a storm when the sun's been lost, but they're going to try.

#steebie writes #steve harrington #harringrove #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #i have finally decided this was good enough to post here we go

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I wanna say really i love your takes on steve 😁 i just wanted to point out that there are small moments like the Russian music scene and the scene where he talks about the elevator that occasionally give a glimpse that hes not actually dumb but all this is just overlooked by the fandom in favour of him being the comic relief. I'd love to hear your thoughts on the two scenes i mentioned above cause i really dont think hes as dumb as S3 portrayed him to be.

Firstly, thank you, anon!! I love Steve and he’s such a deep character that he’s really fun and interesting to explore.

So, the scene with him and the Indian Flyer is amazing! Like, I love how they foreshadow it as a throw away line earlier, with Dustin getting frustrated at him. It seems like just a meaningless exchange, and then Bam! Indiana Flyer! The fact that Robin and Dustin are just going back and forth, ignoring Steve whilst they toss around theories is perfect. People overlook Steve’s contributions a lot, and this is a perfect example. He is so shaken/excited by what he’s realized that he’s fumbling all the change in his pocket, keyed up to the point that he even catches a really terribly tossed quarter to jam into the machine. He’s telling the others to shut up, because he is already way ahead of them, before even hearing the music, he knows. He isn’t the most book smart, but in this case Steve caught what even Robin’s little genius ears failed to catch. I chalk this up to Steve being a more external observant person, constantly watching outwards, while Robin and Dustin are more traditionally intellectual inwardly-focus individuals. Both groups have their advantages and disadvantages, and both have intelligence, it just is displayed and directed in different ways.

As for the elevator scene? I’d love you to message back which part specifically, because there are several, and I think Steve is actually pretty great in most of them? (The one part I dislike is the cheap joke of Steve needing to go pee. Sigh.)

But let’s talk about Steve and intelligence for a moment. Now, I think the most important thing about the entire issue is that Steve doesn’t think he’s smart. In any situation he’d be the first to discount himself intellectually. And you know what? I honestly think he leans into it. I think it’s always been a sort of safety net for him. His behaviour in season one with Tommy and Carol indicates that he lets them do most of the thinking/planning for their trio. They actively tease and mock and are unkindly towards their peers, while Steve just quietly smiles or laughs, outwardly accepting what they say without vocally validating it. Tommy is the one with the spray paint. Tommy gives Barb a wet willy. Carol is bitchy in general. Steve has allowed himself to be piloted by these two for a while at least, and their dynamics are pretty clear. Steve is a puppet King. When Tommy confronts Steve he tells him that they both know Steve can’t beat him physically. Tommy isn’t a nice guy, he’s not witty or charming, not the type of guy people are drawn to, but Steve is Tommy can’t be popular on his own, but by backing Steve and calling the shots he gets that position, and Carol likes Tommy’s meanness, likes how he belittles others because she’s got that cruel streak too. Steve is too soft, he doesn’t go for the throat, so to speak. So they have the power and Steve has the popularity and the money, and because he’s an emotionally isolated and desperately lonely kid inside, Steve accepts this and relinquishes control. Until he finally reaches a point where he can’t. The camera was fine, he can feel justified about that, but the things he said about the Byers’, the lengths he went to look tough and cool in front of his friends is too much. (And I honestly wonder what would have happened if the confrontation had happened elsewhere, without any of Steve’s ‘friends’ present. Of course, it’s best it didn’t, since this is why Steve shows up later when he’s most needed.)

So yeah, Steve got used to being dumb. He knows he isn’t great academically (and I totally embrace the fanon that he’s dyslexic), and he’s just accepted that as who he is. He let others think for him. He was willing to let Nancy think for him, ready to just blow off the idea of college entirely because he has no faith in himself, and he’s safer that way. I think the most tragic scene we never go to see is Steve trying to turn things around in his senior year, and then getting all those letters from colleges telling him no...God, that would have broken him down inside to such a heart breaking degree. Everything he’s feared and internalized about his own intelligence would seem to be proven true by college after college. He has no reason to care any more. He’s surrounded in his (limited) social life by people much younger and much more intelligent than him, and so he gives up, leans into being just an idiot, because it doesn’t hurt worse than trying and failing. It doesn’t help that two of the most important people in his life in season 3 also reconfirm for him that he’s dumb, insulting his intelligence regularly. His speech to Robin in s3e2 basically confirms just how self aware of all this he really is.

Steve has just never been given a reason to believe in his own smarts. He is used to letting others think for him. This is also why he isn’t great when questioned suddenly. In s3 his banter with Dustin sometimes almost falls into a pattern of Steve just letting the kid one up him and make Steve sound dumb because he isn’t as fast as the other. When Keith asks Steve’s favourite films he can’t answer because he doesn’t know what Keith’s favourite films are. How is he supposed to provide the right answer when he knows little about what the person asking him likes? Steve doesn’t really like anything (not even himself, ouch), he likes whatever the people he’s with like. It’s why he’s bad with references about pop culture at times in s3, because if his peers didn’t like something Steve didn’t need to know anything about it. If you asked him about Tommy’s favourite show however I bet you’d find Steve knows a lot.

So in conclusion (for now), Steve isn’t stupid at all, he’s just accepted it as fact and because of who he is as a person, he actively leans into the label. If the people around him think he’s dumb and expect him to be dumb, then that’s who he has to be. It sort of starts with the whole Germans/Nazis thing in season 2. He saw Dustin, and everyone’s, reactions to such a small gaffe when he was actually trying to keep up, and he was really made to feel stupid for something that contextually was a really trivial error. But it stuck with him. Season 3 is basically what happens after a mistake like that is allowed to grow in his mind over the course of nine months, with probably a few other similar instances thrown in. It’s made clear he’s spent a lot of time with Dustin since then, and it’s made it’s impact. He’s becoming, or trying to become, the person he thinks Dustin sees him as and wants him to be. Part of that equation is being dumb. Dumb, but cool, and ultimately a loyal friend. And Steve is all too happy to try and be that, even if his coolness has kind of worn off in light of his genuine self. Robin also sees him as dumb, and he’s pretty much doubled down on it before Erica even enters the picture. Sometimes he slips though, catching the background music that the others miss, taking note of the numerous health and safety violations of the underground base, and intuiting that the others are in danger and need help when they see the mall flickering from the radio tower. Heck, all of his behaviour while being interrogated and beaten senseless are completely showing his intelligence and maturity, even as he’s begging the Russians to just believe him! He works at Scoops Ahoy, dammit! His discussions with Robin while tied up and later in the bathroom are both thoughtful and intelligent, he’s very self aware and trying his best to support her despite what he’s already been out through. He’s not an academic, but he is so smart about seeing and understanding others and life in general, and it’s a crime that he doesn’t realize this. It’s a crime that those closest to him do nothing but reconfirm this belief in him. I don’t think anyone in the show realizes just how messed up Steve is internally. But Steve’s good at reading the same in others and trying to be reassuring and help them. Ugh. This poor boy. I could seriously have this discussion for hours anon, thank you for asking!!

#steve harrington #stranger things #i accidentally left this in my drafts for a week #also i write ‘in conclusion’ and then keep going for a billion more paragraphs #i could talk about this boy forever i swear

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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Africa (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 5.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

A/N: I stan the best single mom™ Steve Harrington and his favorite child Dustin relationship.

Tagging: @charmed-asylum

Warnings: Robin and Dustin turning out to be the best team ever when it comes to getting Steve a date.

Word count: 2.6 K

Master list: The Eighties Blasts Collection

"Okay. Think. There must be some solution." - Robin said to Dustin as he leaned down next to the cashier. They both watched Steve intensely.

"Are you sure? Maybe he can do it on his own. He's not the hopeless case as you always tell me." - Dustin answered and sipped his strawberry Slurpee, even if it was already a cold November behind the door of the video. He also bought Steve and Robin one, even if he wanted the money back as soon as possible.

"No, I mean... Look at that dude. He's not even trying." - Robin slammed the counter angrily and sipped from her Slurpee. Robin was talking about Steve picking up some chicks. He was really somehow weird - Dustin couldn't exactly name why... But Steve was somehow weird. He wasn't putting his best efforts even if he normally did.

"Okay. There's something wrong, I agree. Have you tried asking him?" - Dustin asked Robin with a look into her face.

"Like a million times, my strange little child friend." - Robin nodded immediately. - "My bets on the new girl. I tell you. It's her."

"You mean... Who exactly?" - Dustin asked without a clue. Robin asked him with a look, it was obvious to her - she mouthed her name without using her voice. She means that Hopper... - "Oh, dang. You think it's Hopper?" - He slurped again and giggled. Robin just watched him frustratedly. - "No, trust me, that's nonsense. It can't... Be Hopper. He told you himself. He doesn't even like her."

"Yeah, detective Henderson, then tell me why dingus out there was shining like a morning sun when he saw her in that red Chevy?" - Robin pointed at him with her eyebrows risen up when he wanted to say something. - "No. Nonono. Listen to me, I have more evidence. One day, he met her in a local supermarket and he told me, how their whole interaction went down. In detail, Dustin. He remembered every single fucking word she said."

At that moment, Dustin looked at Steve's back with a feel of being traited in his look. Steve told him that he doesn't like Hopper - that he just wants to see her get over Hopper. Them? Together? Never ever. Hopper was... Hopper.

"Look at him. She's an ideal girl for him. She's the cop, the man, and he's the girl. Just... Imagine it." - Robin whispered to Dustin when Steve turned to both of them with a question in his face.

"I am imagining it, Robin. It's pretty gross. Can you stop with that gaze?” - Dustin cringed at her face and Robin just slurped again. Steve wasn't even seeing her every day - could it be possible that after just a few interactions, he wants to have... Something with you? Unbelievable.

Without waiting on another word from Dustin, Robin picked up the phone, dialing the number onto the deputy's office as quickly as she could. She was prepared even before she told Dustin about her suspicion about Steve Harrington having an itsy bitsy thing for you. You picked up immediately.

"Hawkins's Police department, Deputy Hopper on the phone, how may I help you?" - Jesus, weren't you just sunshine through the phone? You sounded so kind and light-hearted.

"Hey, miss Hopper. It's Robin Buckley from the Video renting place, you've been here once or twice, we had a conversation..." - She rolled her eyes at Dustin as she introduced herself. Steve was still too interested in choosing the right movie for the ladies before him to hear anything Robin was doing.

"Oh, of course, of course. Hi. Is there an emergency?" - You asked with a slight giggle. Nobody was calling you on your private phone at all - if there was an emergency, people had to call the 911 and then, you, or your colleagues most likely got up and went to solve the situation that was happening. And to be honest, there wasn't really much happening at Hawkins all the time.

"Oh yeah, but not a crime. Just stick with me. You got time on your lunch pause?" - Robin shot a look at Dustin who was listening to the conversation without breath.

"I should have. Do you need anything, Robin?" - You asked again sweetly and Robin chuckled at that. You were still so sweet.

"I do, I do. Would you want to take Steve out on lunch too, he's acting like a child and I might kill him any moment." - Robin laughed sweetly. Dustin was ashamed, so much that he put his face into his palm. But to the shock of both of them...

"Okay... Can I come around one p.m.? I need to talk to Steve anyway." - You laughed a bit on the other side. Robin arched her eyebrows in a surprise and Dustin leaned even closer to hear every single word.

"Around one? I'll tell him. Bye." - Robin hung up after you said goodbye as well. At that moment, Steve was approaching the cashier with a few ladies following him with giggles, he was playing with a few movies in his hand, but didn't even pay attention to their giggling.

"Who was that?" - Steve asked and marked the price on the VHS tapes, reaching out his palm to the ladies with a slight smile. Robin could say that no matter who that is, it clearly isn't Steve Harrington.

"Young Hopper." - Robin gave a quick look to Dustin, leaning into the counter with a content smile. - "She wanted to go out for lunch with you."

And for the first time in forever, Dustin could see something he would swear he'll never be able to witness. Steve Harrington panicked. He quickly finished the payment, wished the ladies a good day and then looked at Robin, his palm was playing with his hair. He coughed a bit so he could be sure that his voice will not fail.

"And what... Did you tell her? Robin, you're freaking me the hell out." - Steve Harrington himself was playing in front of Robin Buckley, nervous like a little preschool kid.

"That she should pick you up at one p.m. I will kindly sacrifice my pause for you, young man, because Dustybun here will bring me a few sandwiches." - She patted Dustin's shoulder proudly and the boy just rolled his eyes.

"I hope that you told her that I'll pay and that I am looking forward to seeing her. How do I even look today?” - Steve asked nervously. Robin started to laugh to her own hand, still watching her old jackass friend being totally nervous.

“Stop freaking out and be the man, dude.” - Dustin said all of a sudden, almost hitting the counter with the flat of his hand. Steve looked at him, still looking unsettled. - “It's going to be okay, Jesus.”

You came exactly at one p.m. period. You were as precise as a clock, sitting there in your old Chevy with your motor still on, waving into the shop. Steve nervously looked at both Robin and Dustin before heading off. He had his blue denim jacket on and his black jeans as well, his hair was as fabulous as ever. And you looked as great as you did always - you had an old leather jacket on as well as the police shirt underneath it.

“Hi. Nice to see you.” - You smiled at Steve as he opened up the door to crawl inside the car.

“Nice to see you too.” - His smile leaned up to a huge one. He was seriously thrilled to go on a lunch with you. At that exact moment, you rose up a paper bag standing next to you on a seat.

“Took us some sandwiches from the bistro, you up for it?” - A smile appeared on your lips. Steve was ready to pay for your main meal, your drink and even something sweet in the end.

“Okay? But yeah. I am... Totally up for it.” - Steve nodded with visible confusion. You took a few hours out so you could talk with Steve properly about the things that happened in Hawkins.

“Can we have lunch near the old mill? There's that small rock when I can park the car. I also have the old Coca Cola with me.” - You smiled at him as you drove away from the shop.

“Why can't we stay in town, Hopper? You're planning to kill me?” - Steve asked nervously, looking around and preparing a comfortable position for himself because that rock was at least half-hour away from the place you were driving from.

“Don't be ridiculous, Harrington. What would I get from that? I told Robin that I need to talk to you about something and that is what are we going to do.” - You giggled quietly.

“You need to talk to me?” - Steve mumbled in surprise and you nodded, adjusting your rearview mirror. The rest of your ride was quiet because of you concentrating on driving on the wet ground. Steve was quiet because he was nervous and he couldn't exactly get around of that. He wasn't usually nervous around a girl - why should he?

With a low growl in your stomach, you parked the old Chevy on a place where you two could watch Hawkins like it was on your palm. You let the motor running as you took the Cola, sandwiches and your bag outside, so you could sit on the trunk. It was cold, so you fastened the jacket up to your chin. Then you laid down an old wool blanket, so you and Steve could sit there.

“Here. Took you some tuna ones. Hope you still like them.” - You gave them to Steve with a smile, taking yours out as well. - “I still love them, that's nice of you to actually still remember that. So, what do you want to talk about?” - Steve wiggled on his butt and took a sip of cola. It was the truth - he fell in love with tuna sandwiches when he was just a small boy. He was pleasantly surprised that you remembered it.

“There are a few things I need to ask you about. First things first...” - You took in a deep breath as you looked in front of yourself onto Hawkins. Steve would swear that his heart stopped for a small second and he was basically praying for you to jump at his neck. He couldn't even say why he wanted you to do that, he just did.

“What happened to Will Byers?” - You shot a look at him. Then Steve almost choked on the spot. Will Byers, Upside Down and Demogorgon, the Gate, Mindflayer, there was a lot of shit that happened. You opened up a file in front of him, showing him some documents and photos of Will's dead body. - “I found this when the new sheriff gave me Hoppers old files. And I can't find a logical solution to any of that. It just doesn't make sense. And this?” - You showed Steve the short sentence written with a red marker. Do NOT trust them, whoever they were. - “Jim wrote that. And you have to know something about that.”

“Why would you think that I know anything about poor little Byers?” - Steve laughed ironically, looking away from you, stuffing his mouth with the sandwich.

“I was visiting Nancy yesterday and she told me that Will and Mike are best friends, which means that Mike and Dustin are best friends and in the finale, it means that you know what happened because Dustin is your best friend. People talk, Harrington. People talk.” - You took a bite from your sandwich.

“That's fair.” - Steve nodded with an ironic face. To be honest, he didn't want to think about that at all.

“Are you going to tell me what happened or should I try talking to someone else?” - You sighed, covering your upper thighs under the woolen blanket.

“No, I can tell you what you want to know...” - Steve answered and started talking - his story was a lot simpler and quicker to tell than Nancy’s. You didn't want to say that Steve is dumb or whatever - he wasn't just stopping at the details as Nancy was. Basically, both told you the same story from a different point of view. Everything was there - the Demogorgon, the Mindflayer and even that year's summer. But just like Nancy, he hadn't told you anything about Hopper.

So you simply asked him in a shy, quiet voice.

“Do you really want to do this, I mean, do you really want to know?” - Steve asked silently, sitting below a woolen blanket as well. - “Because I don't really want to tell you, Y/N.”

“I need to know it, Steve. A lot of people know, but nobody wants to tell me. I'm not a small girl anymore, Jesus. I can take the truth. Just... Be the one who tells me.” - You rolled your eyes and Steve sighed.

“The generator under the city, that one which was opening the entrance to Upside Down, that one blew up... Joyce was there with Murray everything happened and she saw everything with her own eyes - she told us that Hopper was there when it blew up and after that... Let's just say that he was gone. The government would put me to jail if anybody gets to know that I told you. I would really appreciate if you shut your mouth about it.” - Steve said quickly, pulling his knees below his chin, so he could rest on them. You shut up as well, closing your eyes, leaning into the back of the trunk.

Until that moment, there was the last piece if hope inside of you, that one which was basically unbreakable until the very last piece evidence was given to you. That piece makes you cry and fall flat on your knees. It was the hope which was whispering to your ear that maybe Jim is still out there somewhere and that he will show up at one moment, opening his arms to hug you as he always did. You would give anybody anything just to hear his bad dad jokes and teasing tone. But Steve just broke down that imagination for you.

But let's be honest - it truly wasn't his fault.

“Are you hanging out there?” - Steve turned his head on you. Hopper was definitely dead. You were now sure that your dear uncle is not there anymore. Anywhere. You quickly shook your head and made those tears go away. - “Do you hate me now?”

“Why should I? Idiot.” - You burst out with laughter, Steve was leaning closer to you with pity on his face. He was almost out of words. You still were crying silently, tears streaming down your cheeks onto the leather jacket.

“It's alright if you want to cry, even I, Steve Harrington, the hero, and ladies man, cry sometimes. Do you want a hug?” - He opened up his arms as you nodded, moving next to him, crying into his shoulder. You sobs were heartbreaking and even if you two were together much longer than for an hour, Steve couldn't leave you in such a state. He knew that Robin would understand.

He held you for a long time, looking down on Hawkins with his chin resting on your temple, his palm drawing small circles on your upper hand. It was just a friendly gesture - nothing more. Just a friendly gesture.

He told you some funny stories from the terrible things that happened - that Robin is actually into girls and Steve was trying to date her, about Dustin and Suzie, after the occasional funny time with the little shitheads. Then you started to talk about Jim, your holiday in Hawkins and how fond you were of those fucking times.

Then you drove him off to his work with a grateful smile, driving back to the department. You sat there the whole afternoon with barely containing the tears inside. It was hard when you could barely hold your head up. Other policemen were trying to make you laugh, but you couldn't.

When you were sitting in the evening in Jim's old armchair, watching some criminal show, you still played with the file that Jim left at the station. Two people told you basically the same story, just from a different point of view. There must've something happened; you still didn't exactly believe the story about D&D characters, but there must've been something going on - so you took the last paper in the file and a black pen, leaving a small - Don't worry, uncle, I won't under Jim’s handwriting, being proud of him at that very moment.

He was a hero - forever and ever.

You cried yourself to sleep that evening.

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #Stranger Things #stranger things netflix #Robin Buckley #jim hopper #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #the russians

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needsomehargrovelovin · 5 years

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FallingForYou

A/N: Hiii, this is my first fic with Steve rather than Billy and I am now taking requests for fics for Nancy, Steve, Billy, Robin, and Johnathan. Also every fic I make is named after a song so this one is names after FallingForYou by the 1975. Enjoy 🖤

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: ooc Steve, ooc Billy

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I had been friends with Steve since I could remember. We grew up next door to each other and used to make mud pies together when we were little. Him and I had been inseparable until the time we turned fifteen. Around Softmore year Steve decided he would try out for the baseball team at school and he ended up being their star pitcher, after he made the baseball team he decided he would also join the basketball team, he excelled at that as well. Steve had always been cool and handsome but once he joined the sports team he had popularity coming out his ears. He had always promised me that we would still hang out and that I would always be his best friend but you know how it goes; it starts off with “Hey Y/N, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it to the movie tonight practice is running late, let’s reschedule!” Then its “I’d love to hang out but Tommy H wanted to check out this party, I’d invite you but I know parties aren’t your thing.” And eventually there were no more calls, no more notes, and no more stops by my locker. I was fine though, I had anticipated it. We still waved at each other in the halls, I still went to all his games, and he still came to all my art galleries but we didn’t really know what was happening in each others lives. Around junior year after Nancy cheated on him with Johnathan Byers and Billy Hargrove replaced him as the king of Hawkings High Steve appeared at my bedroom window, him and I talked all night that night. He had started talking to me about how Tommy and Carol pushed him to start dating Nancy, how he didn’t like her at first and that he grew to love her, how he thought that was the reason her cheating hurt him so much. He told me before he got with Nancy that he had hoped that him and I would have gotten together but things had changed and he wished they didn’t. After that night things shifted between us completely and there were no longer friendly smiles in the halls and little waves at the end of the day. Steve and Billy had become good friends and ruled Hawkings High side by side and the best friend I had once known was completely gone. I think of that night on the roof often and feel as if it was Steve saying goodbye to the person he once was and to say goodbye the who Steve used to be he had to say goodbye to be as well. I would see this new version of Steve hit on every girl, race cars with Billy, get shitfaced at every party, and come to school severely hung over. It was heartbreaking watching someone I was so close with destory himself in the name of a good time. After we graduated from Hawkings I left immediately for college and haven’t heard from Steve since.

It had been a year since I had been home, I was excited for summer, I was excited to see my family, I was just excited to have a break from college. My excitement grew as I saw the “Welcome to Hawkings” sign, in about 5 minutes I would be pulling into my driveway. I pulled my 65 Impala in front of my house and my parents were waiting for me outside arms open wide. I ran over and threw myself into my moms warm embrace.

“You’re blonde now!” My mom exclaimed as she tilted my head to the sun.

“Yeah! I did it my first week of college, I decided since I was in a new setting I needed a new and improved me. Do you like it?”

“I love it, you’re beautiful no matter what.” My mom smiled.

“Y/n, I figured you haven’t had fun all school year so I’ll take your bags inside and I want you to go check out the new mall.” My dad smiled, he pulled put $20 for me and urged me to go. I gleefully accepted and took off.

I got out of my car and looked up at the building in awe, Hawkings had been talking about building a new mall for ages and nobody thought it would come true. I locked my car and went inside I went to several shops buying little things here and there and after a while landed in a small ice cream shop called Scoops Ahoy.

“Ahoy— Oh my god!” Robin exclaimed, she ran out from behind the counter and threw her arms around me in excitement. “You’re blonde! It looks so good! I can’t believe you’re home I missed you so much!”

“I’m glad you like it! And I can’t believe we have a mall now, and I can’t believe you work in the mall.” It was nice catching up with Robin, she and I got pretty close after Steve bailed on me.

“What flavor ice cream do you want?” She asked “You can pick any and it will be on the house.” She insisted.

“I guess I’ll take mint chocolate chip?” I said with a smile. She scooped me a cup and I sat down at the table closest to her so we could still engage in conversation while she worked.

“Oh boy, here comes king asshole looking for his little boyfriend.” Robin scoffed. Bily came swaggering in with Tommy H at tow.

“Sailor, could you do we a favor and go fetch Harrington for me?” Billy smirked. Robin rolled her eyes and went into the back room. My heart jumped into my throat as Steve walked out.

“Here’s your little bitch boy.” Robin smirked back. I snorted and all three boys whipped their head in my direction.

“Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Hey Harrington.” I half smiled.

“Damn, you looked different.” Tommy H commented.

“What he means to say is that you look stunning.” Billy blew me a kiss. I cringed at the thought of Billy Hargrove.

“Yeah, you do look stunning. Did you change your hair?” Steve asked, he appeared mesmerized at the sight of me.

“Uh yeah, I changed it my first week at Columbia.”

“You have to tell me all about New York.” Robin smiled at me.

“Well princess, I was coming to tell Harrington about Tina’s party tonight. You should stop in, after all you’ve been gone all this time.” Billy winked. He had a point, I should do something fun my first night back.

“Can Robin come?” I asked the blonde.

“Of course princess.” The blonde handed you two invitations and you smirked at Robin.

“You’re going, I’m your best friend, its my first night back, we’re going and we’re going to have fun.” I demanded.

“Its true what they say about blondes “ she laughed.

I left the mall around 7:00 right as Robin got off work, we made our way back to my house so we could get ready for the party. Robin didn’t dress up too much, she joked that she was going for a stereotypical lesbian look and I laughed. I had on a tight black dress and red heels, my blonde hair was teased to perfection and I had a red bandanna wrapped around my head. We arrived at the party around 8:30, Master of Puppets blared down the street. Robin and I walked in and were automatically handed spiked raspberry punch. Heather noticed me and started talking about how much she loved my hair and her and Robin asked me about New York.

“New York is something else, Manhattan is filled with boutiques and cafes. Central Park during the fall is like a fairytale. And the art museums are mesmerizing.” Sometime during the conversation Tina, Tammy, and Nancy joined us.

“Did you meet any cute guys?” Tina asked.

“New York men all look like perfect sculptures.” I laughed.

“Do you like any of them?” Tammy inquired.

“There was this guy in my statistic named Aaron.” I said casually.

“Yeah?” Robin urged me to continue.

“He’s twenty years old and he and I dated for a little bit. He looks really similar to Matt Dillon and he’a going for Mechanical engineering.”

“Well where is Mr. Handsome?” Nancy asked.

“We got into a fight before I left to come home. He said if I walked out the door we were done.” I took a sip of my punch. Our conversation was halted when a huge crash sounded outside. Billy and Steve both got too drunk and apparently decided to make a slip n slide to which Steve slipped a little too much and ended up knocking over the grill. I ran over to help him, his whole face was covered in blood. I pulled him up to his feet and dragged hos drunken body to the restroom. He sat down on the toilet seat and I started tending to his wounds.

“I’ve missed you Y/N.” He said in slurs.

“I’ve missed you too Steve.” I gave a small smile.

“No you haven’t, I was I was a jerk to you. You probably hate me.” He stuttered.

“No Steve, you’re my partner in crime, I could never hate you.” I said looking deep into his earthy brown eyes. He caught my arm and pinned me to the wall quickly crashing his lips onto mine.

I pulled back looking at him in shock and confusion and he quickly averted eye contact.

“I should’ve never bailed on you! I only did it because I was scared!” Steve started yelling hysterically.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Scared of what Steve?” I asked in a gentle tone.

“Scared of you!” He yelled once more. He sat down on the closed toilet seat and threw his head in his hands.

“Why would you be scared of me?” I was hurt.

“Because you went from being this girl who I would mud wrestle with to this beautiful, smart, courageous person and I got scared of the fact that I was in love with you.” He said embarrassed. “Correction, am in love with.”

“Steve I-“

“I know you don’t feel the same way it’s fine it’s whatever.” He threw his arms up in defeat.

“If you would let me fucking talk Harrington!” I cupped his face so he would look at me. “I’ve been in love with you for years, Steve.”

“You have?” His face lit up.

“Of course I have! I’ve continuously fallen in love with you over the years, I never said anything because I didn’t want to lose my best friend.” I smiled.

“That night on your roof I wanted to kiss you so bad, I was so scared that if I did you would’ve thrown me off that roof.” He let out a soft chuckle. He stood up and kissed me again, this is all I had wanted since I was seven years old and it was finally happening. “Would it be okay if I took you out on an official date tomorrow?” He asked.

“If you remember this moment then sure.” I laughed.

And he did remember that moment. He arrived at my house the next day at 5:30 sharp for our first official date. We weren’t going out as ‘Steve Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N best friends for eternity.’ We were going out as ‘Steve Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N long lost lovers who finally reunited.’ There was something about that that was hauntingly beautiful.

We didn’t worry about what would happen when Autumn came and I was back in New York because we knew we still had the summer, and we knew the love we had made any distance possible.

*Two years Later*

Christmas music softly played from my radio in my dorm. I was laying in my bed wrapped in Steve’s warm embrace. He was slightly humming Jingle Bell Rock.

“Asking you to move here was the best decision I ever made.” I said softly.

“You want to know the best decision I ever made?” He asked.

“Whats that baby?” I asked making eye contact with the love of my life.

“Falling for you.” He smiled.

“I didn’t know you could decide that.” I teased.

“You definitely can.” He said before tickling me.

He stopped and he smiled and he placed a small passionate kiss on my lips.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

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violent-optimism · 4 years

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Ranking the Uncharted Villains

Hey Everyone!

I know this post is kind of out of the blue. The truth is I’ve been working on it for about a month or two. It’s taken me a long time to make but it’s finally done and I am ready to share it with you all!

Please enjoy this ranking of all the villains in the Uncharted game series. The order of characters is from worst to best. These are just my personal opinions, and I don’t mean to change anyone’s minds!

Also, please excuse the poor quality of some of these images, I struggled to find high quality ones!

(Note: I will not be including minor/side villains like Ramses, Orca, etc.)

Gabriel Roman – Simon Templeman

So let’s start off with, in my opinion, the worst of the bunch, and not in a good way. Roman is not a horribly written villain at all, but compared to some of the other Uncharted baddies, he’s pretty boring. There’s not much about him that is interesting or unique. He’s just an old British guy hell-bent on finding the treasure before our heroes do. Never seen that before! Although I will give him props for being the only Uncharted villain to actually “kill” one of the heroes…for a limited time that is.

Atoq Navarro – Robin Atkin Downes

Much like his boss, Navarro ain’t that special either. He doesn’t even have that many lines or screen time until the later chapters of the game. One could easily forget about his existence, especially during the more intense areas of the campaign. However, Navarro is slightly better than Roman in one specific way, in that he is revealed to have been pulling the strings all along; and is in fact the main baddie whom you fight in the final showdown. He appears to be far more intelligent than originally shown, which makes for an interesting twist when he betrays Roman and ultimately kills him.

Asav – Usman Ally

For those of you who have had the pleasure to experience the amazing game that is Uncharted: The Lost Legacy, you are probably very familiar with this villain. To put it plainly, Asav is a delusional yet intelligent psychopath who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. While seemingly very intimidating at first, Asav’s plan starts to fall apart towards the end of the game thanks to the insane stubbornness of Chloe and Nadine. In truth, Asav is actually nothing more than a madman who struggles to see beyond his own vision. He is definitely well written (and acted) but he fails to hold up against some of the franchise’s more iconic villains.

Eddy Raja – James Sie

Speaking of iconic villains, it doesn’t get any more iconic than this hilarious baddie from the original game. While he doesn’t have a terrible amount of screen time, Eddy completely steals the show whenever he’s around thanks to the brilliant comedic timing of James Sie. Eddy is an interesting character as he somehow manages to be intimidating and pathetic at the same time. Hot-headed and completely full of himself, the Indonesian crime lord is a classic villain with only one true motivation: treasure (lots of it!). I do acknowledge that Nate and Eddy teamed up before his rather gruesome death, but let’s be honest…he’s definitely a bad guy, no question about it.

Katherine Marlowe – Rosalind Ayres

Looks can be deceiving, and while Marlowe might look like a sweet old lady, she is anything but. Cold, manipulative and incredibly smart; Marlowe is the only Uncharted villain to have literally been at odds with Nate for most of his treasure hunting life. Granted, she needs help from her loyal bodyguards in order to fully enact her wicked deeds, but Marlowe is a very imposing woman nonetheless. Preferring psychological warfare and controlling her enemies through fear, Marlowe is one of Nathan Drake’s greatest adversaries, and rightfully so!

Talbot - Robin Atkin Downes

Probably the most terrifying thing about this Uncharted baddie is just how little we actually know about him. Wherever Marlowe goes, Talbot is never far behind. Throughout his appearances in Uncharted 3, the secondary villain appears to do things that should be impossible. He’s like a magician, a secret service agent and a sadist rolled into one terrifying man. While seeming prim and proper on the outside, Talbot houses an evil streak and shares his superior’s goal of dominating opponents through fear and pain. Oh, and definitely don’t accept any drugs he offers…

Rafe Adler – Warren Kole

Rafe has got to be the worst example of what happens when you spoil your kids. What do all men with money want? More money. With big dreams of finding Henry Avery’s treasure and the bank account to pull it off, Rafe will stop at nothing to prove he is more than just another rich white guy (which he totally is). However, money isn’t the only thing that Rafe has going for him. He does an exceptional job at pretending to act like a sane individual. In truth, he’s a psychotic monster with a temper that’s always bubbling just below the surface. Rafe doesn’t care about being nice and never will, he just wants one thing and I’m pretty sure you know what that is (psst…treasure).

Nadine Ross - Laura Bailey

To be honest, I sort of struggled on whether or not to actually include Nadine on this list. Yes, she is one of the main villains in Uncharted 4, but as we know from The Lost Legacy, she isn’t all bad, and isn’t nearly as loathsome as some of the other characters on this list.

That being said, Nadine is not to be messed with. She literally packs a punch! Capable of fighting two grown men at once, the leader of Shoreline will make you think twice about the phrase: “hits like a girl”. Straightforward, blunt and not one to mince words, Nadine is as strategic as she is lethal. She also has the unique experience of being the only Uncharted villain to avoid death. In the end, she’s all the better for it.

Harry Flynn – Steve Valentine

It’s impossible to overstate just how entertaining this character is. Flynn is a villain that you love to hate. While not quite as witty as Drake, Flynn does possess a wicked sense of humor; ultimately dishing out some of the most hilarious dialogue in the entire Uncharted series. What is interesting about Flynn is that he honestly just seems like an ordinary guy who made some very wrong choices. His lack of intelligence and pathetic tendencies don’t make him very threatening; especially in comparison to his villain counterpart.

On the other hand, Flynn does seem to get a kick out of fooling Drake and even lands a rather devastating gunshot wound on our hero. Although he tries his best to impress Lazarevic, his efforts aren’t up to snuff, and the villain dies in what is probably one of the most tragic and unexpected deaths of the series.

Zoran Lazarevic – Graham McTavish

Come on, who else could earn the number one spot on this list? In my opinion, Lazarevic is by far the scariest and most dangerous villain in Uncharted. Described as a “psychopathic war criminal” by Elena, the main baddie from Uncharted 2 has no issue with killing his own men if he believes it will help him reach his goal. There is a certain philosophy to him, as he is inspired by the “great men” of history (i.e. Hitler) and wishes to go down in history as a similar figure. He’s a complete sadist and enjoys taunting people with games that put lives at risk. Lazarevic (allegedly) becomes invincible, so much so that even Nathan Drake can’t defeat him. He is utterly insane and if given the opportunity, will snap a few necks and take great pleasure in doing so. Lazarevic is the best Uncharted villain, hands down.

I hope you guys enjoyed my list! Let me know what you think!

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notoriousffmirror · 5 years

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wishful thinking (a steve harrington one-shot)

based on the prompt: “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

pairing: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1.8k

a/n: hello! i don’t bite. i promise. feel free to pick something from the prompt list and drop it on my inbox maybe? or just leave our suggestion k byeeeee enjoy

— Of all the awful things about working at The Gap - the long hours, dealing with (annoying) people, having to fold hundreds of neon shirts countless times throughout the day, doing inventory - the thing you hated the most was closing up the store.

You hated the creepy, empty environment, having to check every room to see if there was anyone there (yup, like a robber would yell “hey, over here!”), and having to turn off all the lights before locking everything up.

(Even though you were over eighteen, you still flipped the switch and ran upstairs every time you grabbed a cup of water in the middle of the night at home.)

(You did the exact same thing at The Gap. Turned off switches and just ran.)

(Good thing there was no one to watch you.)

(Except, y’know, the imaginary robber.)

And today, it would be your lucky day to close up the shop.

You were dreading it.

And you were also regretting agreeing to see Friday The 13th with your brother that past weekend, cause now your mind was playing tricks on you.

First, you could’ve sworn that a blazer with very dramatic shoulder pads on the fitting room was actually a person, and almost had a heart attack.

Then, a hanger fell out of nowhere from a pile as you were locking up the break room and you were pretty certain that if someone, anyone, was hiding out trying to rob The Gap they’d be deaf by now, because you let out the most embarrassing, ear piercing scream you could muster.

And now you were hearing footsteps.

Taking a deep breath and praying to God it was all in our head, you hid behind a rack of ugly neon shirts, holding an iron that you found at the back to your chest.

Someone was approaching.

Someone had actually entered the store, and you hang onto the iron until you heard that said someone was close and just…

“Hello?”

Threw it at them.

“Oh my God, you could’ve killed me!” The intruder yelled, and “Oh my God, what the fuck are you doing here?!”, you yelled back, coming out of your hiding spot.

The intruder was wearing a ridiculous sailor outfit.

The intruder was Steve Harrington.

You let out a breath of relief. You knew Steve. You went to high school together. He was a major dick but had fantastic hair.

“I heard someone screaming and I came running to check out what happened.” He still seemed startled by almost getting hit on the face with an ironing device.

“Oh. Sorry.” You picked up the iron from where it landed, a feet away from him “I hope this isn’t broken or my manager is gonna murder me.”

“You could’ve killed me, Y/N.”

“Sorry, wasn’t expecting a knight in shining armor.” You replied sarcastically and Steve rolled his eyes.

Typical you, he thought. Queen of Sarcasm.

“Anyway, is everything okay?”

“Uh, sure, it was just an… well, I think you deserve the truth.” You knew that if you two were still in high school you’d get mocked endlessly once that got out but, at the moment, you couldn’t care less “I got spooked by a hanger that fell. It was very creepy and I watched a horror movie on pure peer pressure so I might be traumatized for life. Sorry.”

“You’re closing this entire thing alone?” Steve looked concerned and you guessed the rumors were true.

King Steve had changed from High School to now.

“Yes, but I am almost done. I think. I kinda got distracted after the hanger thing and I started hearing footsteps.”

“Do you need help?”

“Yes!” You replied, maybe a little too eagerly.

(Not because he was King Steve With The Good Hair and all of that.)

(You hated closing so much that if Freddy Krueger had offered you help, you might’ve taken him for it.)

(Okay, maybe not.)

Steve gave you a sideways smile - one of those that, maybe once upon a time, would’ve made your heart do little pirouettes, taking the iron from your hands “I hate closing alone too. And Ahoy is probably as big as your fitting room.”

“You on solo duty tonight too?”

“Yes, Robin uhm, she had to leave early” He seemed embarrassed “She had ahm, lady problems”

You scoffed “Steve, y’know that’s a lie right?”

He actually looked appalled and you wanted to laugh.

“The girl who was supposed to close up with me beat me up to it and used the exact same excuse to our manager. I’d be mad if I hadn’t done the same thing last time.”

(You really hated locking up the store.)

You’d feel bad for Steve if you didn’t have an amazing memory and remembered when, a long time ago, when you two were juniors, had Science together and had to do a presentation in front of the class.

He bailed on your group by saying he had basketball practice every single time you guys tried to schedule a meeting.

(Your group ended up doing the entire thing without him.)

(Still put his name on the final paper because he was King Steve and all the boys were terrified.)

(On the day of the presentation, he said three lines as charmingly as possible, made the teacher blush and got an A overall.)

“Can you help me fold these ugly shirts? Then I’ll just lock the register and on our merry way we go.”

“Sure thing.”

Should you say something?, you wondered. Were you two even friends? You were friendly enough, you supposed, he may have been king of Hawkings High, but you weren’t a complete loser.

(Or at least you hoped you weren’t.)

(Fuck, were you?)

(Hell, it didn’t even matter now.)

And what could you even say?

Nice hair? Nice uniform? Fun summer huh?

So you decided to let the comfortable silence reign.

Meanwhile.

The silence was getting uncomfortable in Steve’s head.

Should he say something? Robin talked about you often enough. Said you gave her all of your employees discount and were saving up money to go to some fancy Ivy League. He didn’t doubt it - he knew you were smart. You two had lots of classes together growing up. Should he ask something? About college? Well, then he’d have to talk about his disastrous acceptance experience and that wouldn’t be so nice and yup, the silence was dragging and God he hated it, he had to say something to you, had to and…

“So, ahm… You come here often?”

You stopped folding one of those ugly neon shirts halfway through.

“Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

He wanted to hit himself in the face. He’d been out of practice for so long he had to let out the most obtuse pick up line in the planet to one of the few girls who’d never let him live it down.

(And whom, he was just starting to realize, he didn’t want to leave with the Steve Harrington is a complete Idiot impression.)

Fantastic.

“I…” he started, and, eager to break the silence and noticing how embarrassed he was, you interrupted cheerfully “Best and worst thing about working at the mall, go!”

“Erm, best: I can get all the free ice cream that I want. Worst: that’s really starting to show up on my adult size small sailor uniform.”

“For me the best is… definitely the employees discount.” You paused “Although I wouldn’t want to use it on this ugly thing.”

(The ugly neon shirt was indeed very ugly.)

“And the worst, wait, wait, let me guess.” Steve pretended to think for a second “closing up the store?”

“I just think the mall gets so creepy when it’s empty.” You shuddered “I’d rather deal with a thousand stay at home moms yelling at me cause their shirt shrunk than closing this goddamn place one more time.”

“Wishful thinking, y’know. Keep thinking that everyone else except you will get the locking duty.” He replied, with a solemn tone on his voice.

That was a side you didn’t know: Steve Harrington, advice master.

“Think that works?” You eyed him skeptically.

“You’ll never know if you don’t really try.” He shrugged, and you two made small talk for a while longer.

After making sure everything was at it’s expected place (except the iron, cause Steve was pretty much sure it was broken and asked if he could give it to a “friend of his who likes building stuff and could use this”, which you agreed to, as it was always better to get rid of any crime evidence), you helped Steve close up Scoops Ahoy (and took the opportunity to try every single ice cream flavor without someone behind you breathing down your neck).

As you said your goodbyes at the parking lot - Steve walking you to his car like the gentleman he was -, he made you promise that, if all the wishful thinking failed and you had to lock the store by yourself again, you’d hop by Scoops Ahoy to let him now.

(And to get some free ice cream.)

You promised, and you went for a mocking salute as he went for a hug and it was awkward and nice and little did you know that would be the last time you’d be closing up The Gap.

Cause on the week after, something uber strange would happen, half of the mall would get destroyed and you’d lose your job.

That was the thought running through your mind as you went to the videostore to grab some movies, as you had lot of time to kill and wasn’t exactly ready yet to go job hunting on retail again.

You were surprisingly greeted by Steve.

No stupid sailor hat now, just his regular old clothes and hair in all of it’s full, tall, thick glory.

“Hey! At least no more closing up the shop at eleven pm!”

“At least that! That wishful thinking thing really does work, huh?”

Steve smiled. Behind you, Robin was mouthing “ask her out! Ask her out!”

Noticing something going on behind your back, you turned to face her, a huge grin on her face as she spoke “So, hey Y/N! Do you come here often?”

You laughed, Steve groaning and with a shrug you replied “Not really, but I might start showing up more.”

“I leave at seven!” Steve quipped, and you nodded, grabbing your movies (the horror one for your brother obviously, you learned your lesson).

“I might show up again at seven then.”

(You did.)

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