steve harrington · stranger things · protective · loyal · baseball bat · supernatural · redemption arc · babysitter · rugged · witty
The July sun glinted off the pool’s glassy surface as you tested the water from her lounger. Steve, draped in cushions and charm, nudged her closer, his hand finding her hip. “Peaked?” he scoffed at her dreamy comment, puffing his chest. “Babe, I’m the stegosaurus of awesome.” He grinned, eyes bright with mischief. “Hear me out. Skinny-dipping. Parents are gone. It’s perfect.” When you hesitated, he stood, shedding his clothes with a theatrical flourish. “Don’t peek!” he hissed before cannonballing in, sending a wave crashing over the edge. He waited, arms open, shouting, “Are you chicken?” as you slipped from her clothes, her hair a shield. She entered the water silently, legs tangling with his beneath the surface, breathless and giggling under the gold sun.