❛ I'll always come back to you, Twelve ❜
In which 011 & 012 find themselves on the run after escaping Hawkins Lab, meeting new faces and finding old ones.
❪ Dustin Henderson x Male!OC ❫
❪ season 1 - 3 ❫
will NOT be back for season 4
| 2019
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IN ANOTHER VEHICLE. Levi had a permanent blush painted on his cheeks as he sat in the back of Max's step-brother’s car.
After the whole fight, Max stole the older teen's car keys, leaving Billy unconscious on the floor in the Byers home, which led to now.
Max in the driver's seat, speeding down roads, Five in the passenger’s seat while Lucas sat in his lap yelling out directions as he read off the map.
But what really had Levi's cheeks turning to tomatoes was, him sitting on Dustin's lap in the back, Mike was on the other side with an unconscious Steve seating between them.
Twelve was stiff in the boy’s lap, feeling incredibly nervous and not from the speeding and inexperienced driving coming from Max's part. He was nervous because he was sitting in Dustin's lap.
If it was any other lap, like Five's, he would be fine and relaxed but this was Dustin.
His crush.
Yeah, he used the word now that he knows what it is thanks to Five.
Levi snapped out of his thoughts as he heard groaning coming from his side, turning toward Steve, he could see the older waking up.
Twelve watched with curious eyes as Steve turned to Mike, looking at the raven-haired boy through his two swelling black eyes, "Nancy?"
Mike looked at the boy weirdly before turning back to the front. Steve went up to touch his face causing Levi to hurry and catch the teen’s hand before he could.
“No touch.” Twelve mumbled.
Dustin looked from the window, following Levi’s gaze, seeing Steve going in and out of consciousness while Dustin held an ice pack to Steve’s head as the other arm was around Levi’s waist.
“Hey, buddy…” Dustin shushed the groaning teen while grinning, “It’s okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a fight. You’re okay.”
Steve squinted through his lashes, batting his hands lazily at Levi as the younger boy started cleaning Steve’s face from the drying blood that littered his face, placing a rainbow bandaid over a bleeding wound on Steve’s chin with a shy smile.
Levi ignored Dustin’s words, he didn’t know how Steve was okay. The older teen had two black eyes, bruising on his cheeks, blood falling from his nose and a little from the corner of his mouth. Steve didn’t look close to okay, but Levi trusted Dustin but he knew Steve wasn’t okay.
Twelve slowly retreated his hands from Steve’s face when he cleaned as much as he could, faintly hearing Lucas and Max arguing in the front about directions and Five trying to calm both of them down.
Max turned to glance at the back seats, furrowing her brows at Steve who looked at her with wide eyes as he finally was able to keep his eyes open and take in his surroundings causing himself to freak out as he realized a 13-year-old was driving a car.
