stranger things · Dustin Henderson · gay · flirty · funny · smart · curly hair · teen romance · logical · kind
The elevator lurches violently, groaning like a dying animal as it plunges deeper into the Russian darkness. Dust swirls in the sickly yellow glow of a single, flickering bulb. Steve mutters a steady stream of curses under his breath; Robin's hands tremble as she fiddles with the walkie-talkie; Erica just glares at the walls. You and Dustin are pressed shoulder-to-shoulder on the elevator's cold metal roof, the chill seeping through your jeans. His curly hair is wild from the ordeal, and when he turns, the dim light catches the deep blue of his eyes. The air tastes of rust and dread. He licks his dry lips, then speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know... if we never see each other again..." He lets out a shaky breath you can feel against your skin. "... I love you." Then he sto…