Thin Mints and Menthol(Part III) (Steve Harrington x Reader)
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.
Warnings: Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, abusive behavior.
A/N: Third part is finally here! It took me so long because I was having a tough weekend but I finally got the urge and I just needed to write! I don’t think it’s as good as the other parts, but I really tried! I think that the next part will be the last, which is sad but I’m so glad I’ve had so many people message me saying they enjoyed it. It means so much to me!!!
Over the course of next couple of days Steve picking you up from the bus stop became almost expected. Every morning, bright and early, he’d pull up in his car, roll down his window and casually ask if you needed a ride. It was nice for you to actually see a friendly face before school. Between your unpredictable father and the now constant glares from your peers, Steve was comforting.
However, today there is no sign of Steve. You try not to look up every time a car passes, however you’re beginning to get anxious. A heavy blanket of fog had covered Hawkins overnight, and you couldn’t help but worry about Steve driving in it. If he doesn’t show up you’ll be forced to ride the rowdy school bus, along with people who hated you. Before he’d begun to give you a ride you’d been essentially invisible to all your classmates, now you were the talk of the town. You try not seem bothered but you can feel everyone’s eyes watching you, each of them whispering behind your back making no secret of their opinions.
A girl walks up to you smugly, you don’t know her name but she seems to know you.
“No Harrington today, (Y/L/N)? I guess he realized what a loser you are.” She says to you, she looks expectantly at her friends who are all giggling behind her. You roll your eyes at her.
“Yeah I guess he did.” You tell her, flashing her a sarcastic smile. She scoffs.
“At least you know you’re a nothing. Your little boyfriend must have found someone actually hot.” She cackles, her friends joining in. One of them calls her ‘Becky’. They all look slightly younger than you. You assume they’re juniors, you generally know everyone else in your grade.
“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just friends. Not that it involves you.” You reply.
“Whatever, freak. Stay away from him.” ‘Becky’ demands, she jabs you in the shoulder with her index finger. Her blonde ponytail smacks you in the face as she spins around, flouncing off to stand with the crowd of girls she approached you with. You watch her as she walks away your mouth open in disbelief.
It had already not been the best morning, to say it’s your birthday. It’s been pretty shitty. You’d walked downstairs in a blouse you had decided to wear despite the cold temperatures that Hawkins had been dropping to. You’d walked past your father’s half-opened door, his snores echoing down the hallway. You could smell the strong stench of vomit and beer wafting from his room. No doubt he’d fallen asleep in his own vomit again. Tears stung at your eyes, you couldn’t believe that this was your life now. The brushes on your wrist have faded now. But fresh bruises have appeared elsewhere. It didn’t take much to anger him and apparently just your presence had been enough to set him off the night before. A sharp kick to your ribs and back had been enough to satisfy him last night.
You’re so wrapped up in your own thoughts you barely realize that the school bus has pulled up until you notice that students are getting on. You sigh shakily and place one foot onto the step up.
“(Y/N)! WAIT!” You breathe out a sigh of relief as Steve is jogging towards you. He’s smiling nervously at you. Walking out of the way of people trying to board the bus, you cross your arms and raise one eyebrow.
“You’re late.” You tell him, he runs his hands through his hair. You notice his lack of uniform, he’s just wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.
“I know, I know, I had… Business to attend to and I didn’t realise it would take so long.” He gave you an apologetic smile. You shake your head in mock exasperation. “Can I at least make it up to you by taking your bag?” He begins to gently pull at your bag strap. You giggle lightly and let him remove it, he slings it over his right shoulder.
His left hand grasps yours and he leads you towards his car, your face begins to burn. This is the first time either of you had done anything so overtly romantic. Your palms are starting to exude moisture. Praying that you look much calmer on the outside. As inside the butterflies that live in your stomach are awake and fighting to get out. You glance up at him, he looks as red as you assume you look. You bite your lip slightly. He instantly lets go of your hand when you reach his trunk, and places your bag into it.
He saunters up to the passenger side door and opens it. The smile from his face immediately drops.
“Hey dickhead I told you to get in the back.” You raise your eyebrows in shock and storm up to up to him. He’s aiming the comment at the curly haired boy who’s sitting in shotgun. You stop in your tracks.
“I was here first!” He shouts at Steve.
“Dustin, I won’t hesitate making you walk. I’m serious.”
“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?” Dustin snaps at him. He steps out of the car and squares up to him, despite the very obvious height difference he looks quite menacing.
“Yeah, yeah , yeah. An asshole who takes you to school when you crash your bike. Y’know normal kids just ride the bus.”
“I’m not a kid!”
“Yeah and you’re not normal either.” You clap a hand to your mouth realising it was you who just told him that. He turns, gaping at you. Steve howls with laughter, struggling to remain upright he clutches to the car door. Dustin’s face suddenly cracks into a smile. He steps towards you.
“Okay, I like you!” He pats you on the arm. He opens the back door and slams it shut.
“I’d say I’m sorry about him, but you can handle yourself.” Steve tells you. You lean in and sit down in the car. He hesitates slightly. “It was kind of hot.”
“Dude, what the fuck kind of compliment is that?” You burst into laughter, Dustin’s head is poking in between the two front seats a disgusted expression etched across his face.
“I was joking, shut up.”
“Pretty crummy joke,” you inform him, “now can you please get in the car we’re gonna be late.”
He throws his hands up, “y’know I feel really used right now.”
“Good.” Grabbing the door you slam it shut. He paces round to the other side of the car, yanks the door open and slips into his seat. His hair looks manic and less put together than normal. He pulls away from the bus stop, his hands casually holding onto the steering wheel. You sit up slightly, pulling at the hem of your dress.
“So how come you aren’t in your not suited and booted today?” You enquire. It was strange to see him without the khaki coloured uniform. It was nice to seem him look more casual however. A glimpse at who he really was.
“Oh, I have today off. I’m working Sunday instead.”
“So he can pick you up from school.”
“Dude!” Steve says turning to glare at Dustin. The younger teen throws his hands up in frustration. You burst into peals of laughter unable to contain it, your hand holds onto the doorframe to steady yourself.
“Oh wow, and I thought chivalry was dead.” You finally get out once the laughter has subsided slightly.
“I was going to try and make it more romantic or something, but no. I cart you two around and where’s my thanks? Nowhere.” His hand touches his temple massaging it slightly. You lean towards him placing a hand on his thigh, a reassuring smile on your face.
“You really took time off just to take me to and from school? I mean it’s a nice gesture but I think you have your priorities in the wrong place.” You fail to mention the part about it being ‘romantic’.
“No. I was also going to ask if you wanted to see a movie and go for something to eat. I guess you’re going to say no, maybe I miss read the signs, but I heard that there’s this new horror film and -”
“Steve!” You grab his arm and shout to stop his ramblings. “Who said I was going to say no?”
There’s silence, his face frozen in shock. “Oh,” it’s all he can get out. He swallows and nods absentmindedly. “I suppose I’ll pick you up after school and we’ll catch the 5 P.M showing of ‘Silver Bullet’.”
“Oh I don’t even get to choose the film?” He raises his eyebrows at you. You place your hand on his thigh. “Don’t worry, I’m joking.”
“Wow. I can really feel the… Electricity.” Dustin’s face appears between you, his eyes darting between you, eyebrows moving suggestively.
Steve whacks him over the head, as you roar with laughter in the front.
“And remember I need your essays on my desk Monday morning!” Your teacher shouts over the class as they all rummage to try and pack away to get out as quick as they can. You’re also scrambling to collect your books into your bag so you don’t leave Steve waiting. There’s a tap on your shoulder. It’s Nancy Wheeler.
You and Nancy had been friends when you were younger, there were a small group of you that had been close. One by one you had dropped off. Some becoming more popular, you fading away. Nancy had coasted clear in the middle, her and Barbara had been the only ones to stay friends. Then when Barb died she looked lost, you wanted to reach out to her but it felt too hard. You always held a torch for Nancy no matter what rumors surrounded her. There was a certain quality to her, she was kind and funny. You also suspect she can be scary if she wants to be.
“(Y/N)! I heard that Steve is taking you to the movies tonight.” You continue to zip you bag up, struggling to maintain eye contact with her.
“Yeah I am… I hope that isn’t weird for you or anything…”
“What? Oh no! I was just going to say have a nice time. Steve, Steve’s a really good guy.” She smiles at you kindly and walks with you out of the classroom.
“So, you’re on good terms? I didn’t want to ask what happened between you two.”
“I wasn’t the best girlfriend to him. I was faithful to him, but emotionally I was unavailable. I just didn’t know how to cope with the pressure I was under at the time.”
“You’re with Jonathan now though, were you in love with him when you and Steve were dating.” She grabs your arm to stop you.
“I don’t want you to think badly of me, I like Steve. It’s just what me and Jonathan has is different.” You nod knowingly, somehow you suspect that things are also different for you and Steve. Even now your heart is beating knowing that he is sat waiting in his car outside. Just for you.
You part ways with Nancy, she walking up to Jonathan. His smile at her is sweet and loving, receiving something as truthful as a smile from someone who loves you is a gift. You admire them for a moment longer, breathing in deeply you push open the doors to the parking lot. The sun is already starting to set, most people have left the high school. The only cars parked are teachers and a few students in their cars waiting for people
But leaning on the hood of his car, wearing Ray-Bans in the dim autumn evening is Steve. You stop dead in your tracks and laugh at him. You run up to him, he stands up clearly noticing him. He grabs the door handle to open it for you.
“Yeah, let’s go!”
“That was kind of awful!”
“What! No it wasn’t.” Steve faces you, walking backwards down the sidewalk as you sip on the last few dregs of Coke in your cup after you get out of the movies. “I think it’s already a modern day classic.”
“It was scary!”
“Yeah it’s a horror film (Y/N), they’re generally scary.”
“Well I’m just glad nothing that strange happens here in Hawkins.” Steve chuckles.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He just shakes his head and takes your hand in his. You swing it back and forth slightly. “Is there something exciting happening that I don’t know about?”
“Now that would be telling.” He taps the side of his nose, you roll your eyes at him but lean your head on him slightly as you walk. He shakes his sleeve up his arm to look at his watch.
“Huh, it’s past eight already. We need to hurry to get our reservation.” He tells you, but you’re not listening. Panic starts to rise in your chest, building as the seconds tick away.
“I’m sorry, I need to go home.”
“What? I booked us a table!”
“Steve, please!” You forcibly grab his arm, hoping he understands the urgency of the situation. He slowly nods, obviously disappointed, he pulls his keys out of his back pocket and leads you to his car.
“I really am sorry, I just didn’t realise it would be that late.” He shrugs his shoulders and points behind him.
“Your birthday present is on the back seat, it was a real bitch to find.” You beam at him and reach back to grab it, the back of your blouse riding up revealing the purple bruises cluttering your lower back. You grasp the roughly wrapped gift and sit back, a childlike wonder takes over you. A small box of ‘Thin Mint’ cookies stare up at you, you scramble to open them. However the sudden tension in the car makes you hesitate, Steve’s watching you a concerned look on his face.
“Where did those bruises come from?”
“Nowhere.” You gulp, “I mean, I fell down the stairs last night.”
“Bullshit. Hopper told me your Dad was an asshole I didn’t think he was doing that to you.”
“H-h-he isn’t, I fuh-fell. I promise.” Tears roll down your face, you can’t even bring yourself to wipe them away. He takes one hand off of the wheel and reaches out to you. Instinctively you flinch away. He looks hurt, his hand still outstretched. You hide your face in your hands, the embarrassment of the situation is unbearable. How could I be so stupid? You think to yourself. The car stops but you sit unmoving. The click of a seat belt echoes throughout the car and suddenly Steve is pulling you into him. You melt under his touch, still sobbing. He rubs your back, whispering to you quietly. You cling to him desperately.
“I would never, ever hurt you. I promise.”
He smiles sadly and kisses your forehead. For now you were safe. And even though you were scared about the horrors waiting for you inside you could live in this moment, just for a while, and forget that the world wanted you to suffer.
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