𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣☆ (steve harrington)

welcome home// episode 001

(This episode is kinda boring because we haven't met Steve yet)

summer of 1985, i had a feeling this summer was going to be the best summer of my fucking life.

and here i am, heading back home with my little brother dustin as we had been away for a month.

i look to the side of me and see him  asleep resting his head on the car window. i smile and place a kiss on his forehead messing with his hair

we wakes up rubbing his eyes and looking at me

"we're nearly there dusty"

he pulls his walkie out his bag and immediately talks into it

"this is gold leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over."

there was no answer.

he repeats himself, "this is gold leader returning to base. Do you copy? Over."

there was still no answer

he sighs. "I repeat. This is gold leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over." He says in a stressful tone

"I repeat. This is goddamn gold leader"-

"Dusty!" Our mum cuts him off

"What?" He yells

"Relax! For goodness sake" I say

"I'm in range. They should be answering" he sighs looking at me

"you've been away a whole month honeybun. Maybe they just...forgot." Mum says shrugging her shoulders.

He sighs putting his walkie back in his bag and looking out of his window.

about 10 minutes later we pull into our driveway

he runs up to his room and I follow him

he throws his bag on his bed and sits down throwing his head in his hands and sighing.

"It's okay dustin, maybe they're just busy" I say sitting down on his floor crossing my legs

"busy" he scoffs

he looks to his turtle and smiles

"Alteast someone's happy im home"

we hear a robotic noise come from his wardrobe.

"Dustin what the hell was that" I say shooting my head to the side and seeing a robot walk out making noises.

"I- I don't know" he stutters sitting up on his bed.

"Uh are they supposed to do that" I say backing up away from it

another white robot toy comes out and does the same

"Dustin I think they're being possessed" I say in a shaky tone

his monkey starts clapping his hands and suddenly more and more toys make they're way out of his bedroom.

his dinosaur spits plastic discs out at us and we put our hands up in defence.

Dustin starts breathing heavily and grabs a spray on his desk following his toys out into the corridor.

"why are you following them- wait why do you have a farrah fawcett spray" I chuckle to myself

"Not the right time (y/n)" he says slowly creeping behind them as I follow behind

"It's just a dream" he mutters under his breathe. "You're dreaming"

"Dosent really seem like a dream" I gulp