Morosis *✿ stranger things one shots

𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 [S. Harrington]

Summary: You and Steve have a movie night...

Warnings: Eventual making out but nothing beyond that.

A/N: Sooo here's the first Steve Harrington One-Shot I've ever written even though I've loved him since Season 2 of Stranger Things! I have a few more in the pipeline including for the other characters I write for! Be on the lookout and enjoy! (Also I usually use a gif for the header but none of the yellow sweater ones would work *sob* so I settled for a picture)

Words: 1946

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Fridays are the best days. Not just because it's the end of the week, and Saturday is within reach. You love Friday nights, because your boyfriend comes over and the two of you crash on the couch with some movie he smuggled from the Video Store where he works. You order in, pop some popcorn, whip up some drinks, and then lock limbs under a fuzzy blanket. Today is no different. Steve's parents are out of town so he invited you to his place for the weekly Movie Night. That's how the two of you found yourselves pregnant with pizza babies watching the newest Tom Cruise hit, Top Gun. It's no secret you have a fondness for the young movie star and Steve constantly teases you about it. Despite all his heckling, you can always pull the, 'I love you more than Tom Cruise,' card and he'll settle down.

Tom Cruise aside, the movie is entertaining.

Although there was one scene where Steve slapped a hand over your eyes.

"What the heck, Steve!"

"Don't look," He warned.

"You don't look!" You shot back.

His reply was, "Good idea," followed by the rubbery sound of his other hand slapping over his own eyes.

The questionable scene has long since passed and you resorted to snuggling into Steve's side. He's the epitome of warmth. Your own personal heater. His body heat coupled with the heavy blanket draped over both your laps is the perfect recipe for absolute comfort. Steve's arm snakes around your shoulders, compressing you against his side. The light of the TV flickers in the dark room. The 'Love Theme' from Top Gun plays for what feels like the millionth time and you sigh, happy. A whiff of cinnamon, popcorn grease, and very masculine cologne reaches your nose. Like a loony toon character led by their animated snout, you follow the mind numbing scent into Steve's chest. Oh the smell is even stronger.

You inhale deeply, worming your nose deeper into Steve's sweater.

He sets a hand on your bicep and gives it a light squeeze as you sniff him.

A laugh rumbles in the hollow of his chest, "What're you doin', huh?"

"You smell good..."

The sound of your voice gets lost in his sweater.

Steve's laugh bounces your head, "Okaaaaay..."

You wriggle closer to him, pressing your hands to his chest and carefully raising your chin up. Steve's eyes dart from the television to your face. He quirks a brow, unable to hide a smile. "Steve?"

"Hm?"

"You smell like cinnamon."

He tilts his head, "Oddly specific, babe."

You hum, "S'what you smell like."

Steve's grin curls into that of a smirk. He lifts a hand and pets your hair, tucking it behind your ear ever so gently. Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into his palm, gifting a few kisses along his soft, wrinkled flesh. Steve cups a chunk of your hair in one hand and brings it beneath his nose. You watch him curiously as he takes a whiff of your hair, "Lavender," He announces. "And old books."