ℭASTLE (part one)
─── model! steve x photographer! jonathan (au)
/ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : model! steve harrington x photographer! jonathan byers (au)
/ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : when globally wanted model steve harrington gets severely defamed by his previous cameraman, it's up to amateur blogger slash photographer jonathan byers to save the day.
/ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : brief mentions of abandonment, paparazzi flocks, billy hargrove(not in part one), too much hairspray fumes getting in one's mouth, not proofread (might have made steve a bit ooc)
/ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : okay i have no idea if tagging works the same on tumblr but here we go @i-ate-a-man-once @lowmillions-lvr @the-archivist-14
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 3.6k? probs i used a word counter
it was just another hot summer day when it happened.
steve harrington, teenage hair extraordinare, was lounging on his favorite recliner seat watching the view from the rooftop floor of his third-story house; the precise one that he had begged to get ever since he realized that he could make money from putting goop in his hair and smiling.
the sun was getting in his eyes, creating multicolored flecks of pale ghosts that danced along the back of his closed eyelids. he sighed contently- a photoshoot was done, money was due to come into his account later, and most importantly, the ladies loved him. seriously, what more could anyone possibly want at twenty?
but as a wise person once said, nothing ever lasts long.
just as steve lifted a glass of lemonade to take a sip, the doors flew open, making a gush of wind hit the brunette's perfectly styled hair. he frowned; twisting his body so that he was no longer facing the sun and now a blonde woman with choppy hair clad in a suit and a nametag that read robin buckley.
steve began to scowl, then his mouth turned upside down into a smirk. "you're wearing a suit?" he had been trying for months, no, ages to get his annoying assistant who apparently thought she was allowed to wear t-shirts while dealing with models to get into proper attire.
"that's not important here," robin said after she caught her breath. "nope," replied steve. "i wonder whatever could be worth you running into my house like an unprofessional and disrupting my.. say, relaxation time."
he wasn't met with the usual sarcastic response he would have received from his assistant, however.
"i'm sorry steve, but you'll have to find your relaxation time elsewhere," began robin. steve was about to protest when the remaining half of the sentence came out of robin's mouth, cutting him off.
"you know your photoshoot with the ice cream shop?"
"uh huh," steve replied, unsure of where this was going.
"well, some people are making.. comments about your, er hair. or attitude. or just you in general."
steve blinked. comments? "what sort of comments?"
robin gulped. "well, it's nothing much for you to worry about, our team is on it, but there's a teeny tiny problem for you."
"what?"
"your pictures for this season's ice cream shop advertisement and other ones are all leaked over the internet."
steve didn't understand what the problem was. okay, maybe he was a little slow as his algebra grade in high school proved, but he doubted that his being on the internet was an issue big enough to interrupt his quality time on the rooftop.
he didn't realize he had said that out loud until he noticed robin glaring at him. "well the problem is, dingus, that your photos are on the internet. we didn't release them and now the views, likes, and sponsors are all going to another account. namely, robbie's."
"what does that even mean?"
robin rolled her eyes, slapping the back of steve's head. "there's an account on social media that's uploading photos of you, dingus. unreleased photos. private photos. and they're getting money off it."
steve felt as if he had been verbally slapped in the face. "do they make fun of me?" he mumbled.
robin sighed. "your cameraman, robbie? he took off with your photos and he's spilling the behind the scene beans and all of your hairspray rituals you do every morning to the world wide web. is that enough explanation or do i need to feed you more?"
"no, no that's enough," steve said dazily. he couldn't believe this- the one person he thought to be the responsible one of his team had just taken off with tons of his photos.
a cold bead of water dropped down his hand from the lemonade he had been holding; but steve barely noticed. he knew that his personality wasn't always the best, flirting and trying to look good for all the makeup girls or interviewers, and most of the time he made a fool out of himself.
never in a million years did steve ever think that his life, his private life, would be spread for everyone in the world to see. "you should really quit flirting with girls," remarked robin and steve scowled at her.
"so what's the plan?"
"easy," replied robin. "you get a new photographer, a loyal one, and upload pictures of you actually being nice to people for a change." steve mulled this over and sighed, nodding, "fine. do you know anyone?"
robin grinned. "oh yes. my friend nancy knows a fine one. i think you would like him very much."
/ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ : ugh seriously what is this its kinda a flop and we got ZERO jonathan 😔
part 2 coming soon x | btw graphics are edited by me don't steal
