Post Season 5 (because I’m delusional about his survival).

Steve Harrington— 20 years old. He’s still the sound guy at the WSQK with Robin. He couldn’t want anything else

The world is done ending, Hawkins is..as normal as Hawkins Indiana can be. It’s feels like he’s back in Highschool, no demogorgons. No, missing kids, no saving the world.

He can finally have something vaguely normal.

Right now, his daily gig consists of—wake up, drive Dustin to school, head home, get ready for work. Go work—it’s not even work, he kinda just goofs off all day—and then he goes home.

Before, All of this, well, not all of it. Before the whole, final battle, between those 18 months, he met a girl he was into. Pretty girl.

He drove Lucas to the a music store one day, and she was working there. She was so unbothered, so cool and calm. Max loved her, so Lucas knew that she would know what music max would want in her coma. And Steve thought about her a lot. Even told Robin—turns out, Robin knew her too.

So he met her, and talked to her, kinda went out for that year or so. It was great. They had a lot in common, and he just thought she was..so cool. In a real way, not a, superficial Highschool way.

But And Robin being Robin, accidentally spilled all of the upside down stuff to her She didn’t believe her, reasonably, like Vickie didn’t. But after accidentally witnessing a crawl when she dropped off Robin? She stayed out of it. Way out of it. Didn’t talk to Robin or Steve for a few weeks. It killed Steve.

And during that silence he went MIA because, well, the whole, trying to stop world merging thing.

But when he got back, tired and injured but hyped up on victory adrenaline—he hadn’t even processed how she pulled him into the tightest hug—he just hugged her back. Like he never wanted to let go.

And now they’re here. He came to her place after work, and he’s just sat on her bed—the summer breeze coming through her windows.

She was reorganizing a shelf, it was music related—of course. Records, Tapes, her Walkman—he bought for her birthday by the way.

He was content here. No kids to take care of—as much as he loved them. No world ending worries. No ex girlfriend’s ex boyfriend trying to one up him for no reason—cough cough jonathan.

He was just there, on his girlfriend bed. Listening to her talk. It’s all he’s ever wanted. Normalcy after hell

“Is music like, all you do pretty? Listen to it, work at the store, talk about it. What else you got to you?” He smiled and joked—as if he didn’t know everything about her.