Spending The Autumn Season With Steve Harrington 🍂

spending the autumn season with steve harrington 🍂

(gender neutral!reader)

standing under trees with orange and brown leaves falling onto your heads and into your coat hoods

drinking hot chocolate with rain pouring outside and banging on the windows, under piles of fluffy blankets

^ with his arm round your shoulder and a random 80s chick-flick playing through the television. steve placing small kisses on your cheeks and neck, slowly travelling down to your collarbone (this is the absolute cutest i should make an imagine of this)

running around and dancing in the rain outside, causing you both to get nasty colds and having to care for each other

matching sweaters and warm pajamas, not that you need extremely warm clothes as you have steve there to warm you up whenever you want him to

going on long autumn strolls in the evenings, maybe even running into nancy and jonathan (because they definitely go on strolls, winter or autumn; summer or spring)

omg though. hear me out on this: laying in bed facing each other in only your underwear as you both got hot from being near each other and the abundance of blankets on top of you. you’re facing steve, the both of you staring into each other’s eyes and fondly smiling. you turn onto your back to look at the ceiling when you feel steve’s eyes still looking at you. “what?” you ask. he repeats what you said but with confusion laced in his words. “you’re staring.” you reply, enlightening him on what he’s doing. “because you’re beautiful.” you feel your cheeks heat up as you smile to yourself.

and the most cliché of all, kissing in the pouring rain.