#chritmas

Steve Harrington ── ❆

You two had attended a lively Christmas Eve party together. When suddenly Steve had lost you. He searched around and around the unfamiliar house you two were at. Vague memories of losing Nancy that one horrible Halloween night were beating at the sides of his head.

He almost got dizzy with the idea that he would stumble upon you. As drunk and angry as her.

But he should know better.

Especially as you turn the corner with two cups in hand. Beaming once you caught his eye. “Stevie!” You called before shouldering your way through people to get to him.

You forced a cup into his hand and kissed him hard on his cheek.

He didn’t smell alcohol on you, just the sweetness of the drink you handed him. Hot chocolate warming his hand. He couldn’t help but break into a smile.

“Thank you baby.” He said and kissed you hard.

You pulled back happy but confused “What? Of course. Nothing to thank me for. I just asked Melissa to put on Wham! Next time she comes to the boombox!”

His favorite Christmas song, “Last Christmas”.

You had run off to get him hot chocolate and request his favorite holiday song. He should have known.

He was too busy looking into your eyes and smiling at you to hear what you were saying. But when he came too he realized you were pointing out some guy with a horrid snowman costume coming through the living room.

And you were too busy cracking up to see Steve set his cup down, until he grabbed onto you and pulled you in tight. When you locked eyes with him there was no doubt about it. You were in love with Steve Harrington.

Steve looked down to your hand and fidgeted with your ring finger. He knew he would have to adorn it soon. But for tonight a kiss would do.

Robin Buckley ── ❆

The sheets around her were warm when Robin woke up. Albeit she was a bit slow to open her eyes and get moving. Stretching to wake up a bit more, suddenly she realized you weren’t laying next to her anymore.

However the heat radiating from your spot already told her that you had gotten up just a short while ago.

She swung her legs off the bed and started getting ready for the day. Once she washed her face she started brushing her teeth.

The morning was so peaceful and she was excited to get downstairs to see you. However she got to see you earlier than that.

Once you burst into the bathroom and scared the shit out of her of course.

She gasped and spit her toothpaste out. “HEY!” She wiped her mouth. “You know babe I could have been taking a piss in here. Jesus!”

You were practically vibrating in place waiting for her to get over being startled.

She rinsed her mouth out and looked up at you again. “Well? Goodmorning? How did you sleep? I love you-?”

“IT’S SNOWING!” You yelled and laughed happily.

Her eyes lit up as well and she smiled at you. “You’re kidding!”

“No!” You took her hand and drug her down the stairs with you to look out the front windows.

It was just then Robin realized you were dressed in 3 layers with your good boots on and she was able to piece together that you wanted to go into the snow. At 9 in the morning. Right now.

You grabbed her jacket for her as she looked through the window and shoved it into her hands.

Robin whined just a bit. “Oh nooo. I just woke up, come on babe.”

You grinned and leaned into her, tilting your head a bit. Lips so close together you could kiss her just then. “We can come back in when you catch me.” You smiled wider and kissed her hard and quick. Before throwing the door open and racing outside.

Johnathan Beyers ── ❆

The town’s annual tree lighting and Christmas market was in full swing. You and Johnathan both signed up to do photography work over where the kids met Santa. And you were genuinely having a wonderful time.

Johnathan was on the camera of course. Joyce was thrilled to hear you had gotten him to use his talents at an event like this. She thought it was good for him to get out and experience these things. And typically you were the one to guide him into it.

Johnathan wasn’t thrilled, but he would do anything for you. Even embarrassingly dressing as an elf to take pictures of Santa and the kids excited to see him.

However, one perk of the job was to see you in your elf costume. You were so cute he thought, the hat was vibrant and your grin as you led the kids up the stage to Santa was never fading.

Sometimes he would sneak photos of you as well.

He just couldn’t help it.

Whenever you two were done with your job, after the next two helpers stepped up for their volunteer spot. You both meandered around the market. Holding hands and bickering, occasionally kissing under Mistletoe.

You two were now in line for cinnamon buns, freshly baked and on display in all its glory. Your mouth was nowhere close to drying up and you couldn’t conceal your excitement.

Johnathan couldn’t keep his hands off of you or his arms from around you holding you tight as you waited in line.

“You look handsome in that elf costume.” You mused looking back at him, he was holding you close from behind.

He laughed a bit and shook his head. “Yeah, thanks.” He says nuzzling into your hair.

He didn’t talk much especially in public but you didn’t mind. You two waited peacefully as you reached back to put your fingers in his hair. He hummed happily against your temple and planted a kiss onto it.