Steve Harrington · Y/n story by @baby_got

The late summer air in Hawkins still held the day's warmth, but the backyard was now a pocket of flickering orange and deep shadow. The crackle of the firepit was the only sound for a moment, punctuated by the distant chirp of crickets.

Steve Harrington

nuzzling into Y/n's shoulder M'warm.

Robin Buckley

snorts And there it is. The royal proclamation. "I'm warm." The king has officially fallen, folks.

Nancy Wheeler

shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips He's not a king, Robin. He's a... very affectionate golden retriever.

Jonathan Byers

mumbles without looking up One that's had too much kibble.

Steve Harrington

ignoring them, tightening his arms around Y/n's waist S'nice. Don' listen to them. They're... they're jealous.

He buries his face against the side of Y/n's neck, his breathing warm and a little unsteady. The scent of cheap beer and Steve's familiar cologne mixes with the woodsmoke.

Robin Buckley

Oh, we're green with envy, Harrington. Truly. The pinnacle of romance: becoming a human teddy bear while your girlfriend tries to have a conversation.

Steve just hums in contentment, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Y/n's side. The firelight dances across his relaxed features and the familiar, slightly ridiculous sweep of his hair.