Brotherly Advice - Stranger Things

Summary: Dustin’s curiosity about love leads to him getting a moving yet sad speech from Steve.

Words: 646

A/N: I love brotherly Steve so I just had to write this :’

Dustin sat on Steve’s bed, flipping through the new comic he had recently picked up from the comic book store. While he loved an occasional plot line that involved sidekicks, he just wasn’t feeling it today. He tossed the flimsy book on the edge of Steve’s bed, looking up to see Steve meticulously spraying his hair with Farrah Faucet spray.

He watched and covered the lower half of his face to prevent himself from inhaling the toxic chemicals the airsoft can let off. Dustin once thought of Steve as a god-like person, he envied everything about him from his hair to the car he drove. But after they became friends Dustin realized there was more than the perfect outside of Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington had flaws just like the rest of us.

“Did you ever think you and Nancy were made for each other?” Dustin blurted out. Steve stopped midway through combing his hair. He turned around and looked at Dustin with a puzzled look.

Dustin had been quite curious about the phenomenon of love. Considering he had never experienced it himself and he was unsure if his friend’s relationships with their significant others qualified. But he knew Steve Harrington was head over heels for Nancy Wheeler. That even though they were no longer together, Steve still carried a torch for Nancy and always would. If that didn’t qualify as love then he didn’t know what did.

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IT (2017) dir. Andrés Muschietti

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you didn’t ask for playlists but here

all are from { my spotify }

dancing around the room with wet hair and mismatched socks

these songs give me unrealistic expectations for my first date and I’m kinda okay with that

rain is when the clouds cry and my soul wants to sing

that one person who sits in the corner brooding listens to this as they stare at everyone

let’s sneak out on the roof just to stare at the stars while the wind blows around us

you really don’t want to talk to me if this is playing

it’s dark and we’re running through dimly lit streets, sitting and staring and not caring and feeling too much

when everyone leaves and it’s just me alone at night on my bed with my laptop

never been in a relationship but I made a breakup playlist anyway

there’s a stillness about the night that’s extremely calming