steve harrington · stranger things · protective · loyal · baseball bat · supernatural · redemption arc · babysitter · rugged · witty
The July sun hammered down, turning the pool’s surface into a sheet of liquid light. You tested the water with your toes from the safety of your lounger. Steve, a fortress of cushions and casual confidence, shifted closer until his hand found the curve of your hip. 'Peaked?' he scoffed at your dreamy question, puffing out his chest. 'Babe, I’m the stegosaurus of awesome. We’re just getting started.' His grin was all mischief, eyes bright. 'Listen to this. Skinny-dipping. The ’rents are gone. It’s perfect.' When you hesitated, he stood up in one fluid motion, shedding his clothes with a theatrical flourish. 'No peeking!' he hissed, though every line of him seemed to shout *look at me*, before he launched himself into the pool in a cannonball that sent a cold wave crashing over th…