picking fights with plaster casts - s.h

picking fights with plaster casts.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x F!Reader
Warnings: Sexual Assault and Harassment, Canon Level Violence
Author's Note: Wayhey first fic on the new blog!!

Summary: He may still be nursing a broken hand, but like hell was he going to let anyone treat his girl, who wasn't his girl, like that.

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It was a stupid idea, both punching a hole through his wall and the subsequent events that followed. But, God knew, Steve Harrington was an idiot.

His reasoning behind his actions was never quite revealed, much less explored, but the broken hand that he was left with opened up a seemingly never-ending list of questions from Robin. The small video rental that occupied their time from noon until close was rife with business today. It was Saturday, by far their busiest of the days in the week, yet the pair never seemed to mind. The job was simple; help customers pick out a movie; ring up said movie as a rental; ensure that the movie was returned; sit and wait for the next customer. Mundane, boring, but miles better than their previous occupation. The simple green vest and name-tag were significantly more comfortable than the sailor themed get-up, complete with a tied neckerchief, and a sailor's hat.

Steve was thankful that his new uniform was much more attractive than his last, he still couldn't help feeling disheartened that he even had to wear the uniform at all. The former 'king of Hawkins High' stood alone behind the counter of the 'Family Video' almost upset. Last year he would have been out at a party, not stuck working for minimum wage with a huge plaster cast on his right hand. He handed over some children's film to a family, paying practically no attention to what it was. Eyes trained on someone who had just entered through the heavy glass doors.

Panic flooded the brunet's features as he slid into the back room. Coming face-to-face with Robin, who was pulling off her coat. The shorter girl had just begun her shift.

"Evening, Dingus"

"Robin I need you to start out front" he practically begged, "I'll clean up back here"

"Clean up?" She smirked, something was up. "Let me guess, Y/N's here?"

Teasing him was just too easy, and something that never would have happened when the two were at school together. But previous circumstances had allowed them to become close, and Robin had learned that Steve was an open book. An open book turned to the page dedicated to you.

"She doesn't know I work here and I don't really want her knowing." He sighs, "I'm trying to impress her"

A roll of Robin's eyes cued the ding of a bell. Someone was at the counter waiting to be served. "You owe me" She sighed, pushing herself through the two-way door. Steve peeked through the crack as Robin recited the rental terms and conditions. Picking up a nearby mop to use as an alibi.

The mop leant against his shoulder as he used his non-broken hand to guide the soapy water across the linoleum floors. It wasn't easy, but Steve was proud of what he'd achieved. The simple things in life began to excite Steve. Robin slid the door open as he broke into a slight celebratory dance. She chose not to make fun of it.

"Hey, Steve? You might wanna see this"

He leant through the threshold. Brown eyes scanned the room until across they met yours. Your vision was slightly blurry with the tears that filled them. In the parking lot, cornered by some drunk seniors that you knew from school. You tried to push one of them off of you, but it was no use. The three boys chanted words of harassment, and one even trying to put his hand down your jeans. Your friends just stood and watched, Your best friend giggled at your expense.

"You did it for Tommy, why won't you do it for me? Huh, Princess" One spoke, almost spitting in your face. He was so close you could smell the mint from the gum in his mouth. It almost made you sick.

"Get off of me, please" Even when being assaulted, you were always so polite.

"God, Y/N stop pretending to be a prude, we all know the real reason why you stay single. So you're not tied down to one man." another hissed, earning a chorus of laughter. It made Steve see red.

Robin waited for his reaction. She would have given the group a strong word herself had she not been so frightened. All three of the boys were bigger than Steve, but they towered over her. Before she could even ask the boy next to her whether she should call the police, Steve had already thrown himself over the front counter, and to the front door. It slammed against the wall as he pushed through, causing the group to turn.

His hand throbbed as he threw the first punch, knocking the guy into the shop window, In his peripheral vision he saw Robin pick up the phone from the counter, undoubtedly calling for the sheriff's department. Another punch was thrown as the gathered crowd grew larger. Steve's nose was bleeding, his opponent was much stronger than him but he stayed resilient, hitting the guy with his cast-covered hand once more. He may still be nursing a broken hand, but like hell was he going to let anyone treat his girl, who wasn't his girl, like that. A final blow to the stomach had the group scattering away.

Steve was advised to take the rest of the day from work. His hand was bloody and clearly needed medical attention. Instead, He sat alone on an outdoor bench. Eyes closed and head hung. He didn't move until you stood near.

"Thanks for that" you almost whispered, "you didn't have to"

Admittedly this was the first time you'd spoken to him, you felt guilty that it was under these circumstances.

"I know" Steve smiled, "I couldn't let them do that to you though, just basic morals"

"Still. Thank you"

The atmosphere was comfortable as you sat next to him on the uncomfortable wood. Yet you both stared straight ahead. Unsure of what to say next, too afraid to look at each other.

"I'm Y/N, by the way"

"I know" he smiled, before letting it fall, "I don't mean that in a creepy way, I just mean that you were in the year blow me in school, and you know some people that I know. I don't stalk you or anything, cause that would be weir-" He cut himself off, "I'm Steve"

"I know"

Steve nodded, a smile returning to his face. He fiddled with the edge of his vest, nerves getting to him. Usually calm, collected and a true ladies man, he let out a shaky breath. You never would have recognised the man in front of you had it not been for his mop of soft brown hair.

"Your hand. Is it hurt?" You asked, "Do you need to go to the hospital?

Steve shook his head softly. "No, it was broken before."

"And you still fought with it?"

A soft smile and a chuckle. "Worth it" he whispered.

You reached for the cast on his hand. A tender moment interrupted as the sheriff's car pulled up. Steve's heart pounded, not in fear, but in love. "Hey, Y/N?

"Mhmm"

"You wouldn't want to go out sometime?" he stuttered, "with me?"

"Christ sake, Harrington, I thought you'd never ask"

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