Steve Harrington Imagines

Rated R pt. 3

Y/n POV

I laid on my beach towel, the sand under me was warm and molded to the shape of my back perfectly, I could sleep here for hours. I let out a relaxed sigh and shut my eyes, the sun was so warm. I heard a particular screech, and I internally groaned.

I opened my eyes and sat up, looking at the 6 middle schoolers running towards the water. This always meant 2 things.

1.) no peace and quiet

2.) Babysitter was soon to come.

How unfortunate. I had come to the beach for some quiet relaxing time and now it's going to be tarnished. I laid back down and shut my eyes, maybe I can get a few more minutes in before I have to leave. There was a sudden shadow in front of me, blocking the sun.

I opened one eye and saw Harrington, his back towards me and his hands on his hips.

"Scuse' me." I said. He turned around and laughed.

"Wheeler! I didn't even see you there." I rolled my eyes and propped myself up on me elbows.

"Hilarious. Can you get out of my tanning space please, I'm trying to look nice and golden." He looked at me, looked back at the sun, and then back to me.

"Golden huh? All I see is the color red. You're a lobster Y/n." I looked down and indeed, he was right.

"Oh shit." I grabbed into my beach bag, grabbing my sunscreen and putting it on my legs, my stomach and my chest, working on my arms I noticed he was watching me.

"Yes?" He smiled.

"I just like looking at you." I gagged.

"Vomit." He let out a laugh and sat down next to me. I continued rubbing my sunscreen into my skin and watched as the kids played in the water. They all had little boards they were trying to stand on but seemingly everyone was failing. I laughed at their attempts.

"Steve, can you get my back for me?" He quickly looked at me as I handed him the bottle of lotion and turned my back to face him.

"Me?" I looked around to see no one else.

"You're the only Steve here aren't you?" He sighed and grabbed the bottle, putting some in his hand he gently placed it on my back. He rubbed it in circles and his hands sent fireworks into my stomach.

His touch felt so good, and his hands were so soft, and large against my back. His fingers ran down the rivets of my spine, and he gently caressed my sides. I tried to keep my breathing calm but I was low-key having a panic attack.

"Done." I tuned and grabbed the bottle from him.

"Thanks." We awkwardly sat next to each other, watching the kids play in the water and laugh. It was so fun. I stood up and placed my toes in the water, it felt so nice as the temperature outside was nearing the 100's. Steve walked up next to me, and let out a large sigh.

"Be a shame..." I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Huh?" He shrugged.

"Oh nothing, just thought it'd be a shame if someone were to push you in right now!" He went towards me and I screeched, trying to run out of the water but his hands were too quick.

His arms wrapped around my waist and he picked me up, my legs were up to my chest and he ran farther into the water, before he fell over causing both of us to go under. I rose from under the waves and took in a breath of water.

"Steve! You ass!" He laughed as he wiped the water from his face.

"Oh come on Wheeler, that was fun!" I splashed him and let me hair out of the bun it had been in. The kids swam over to us and we spent some time trying to stand on the boards.