It's Called Hopeless, Sweetheart (Steddie) ❗️slow updates ❗️

4. Meteor Shower

(TW: homophobia, homophobic slur, violence)

Leaping out of the way just in time, Eddie knew he only had one option.

Climb.

He scrambled up the tree, the footholds and nooks familiar to him. He heard a whoosh as another knife was sent spinning past his shoulder. So he climbed faster, until suddenly-

'Shit!'

Jason and his friends cheered and laughed as Eddie lifted a shaking hand up to his cheek, where one of the blades had left a deep cut and pinned his jacket to the tree, rendering him trapped. He felt hot, sticky blood trickle down his chin, from where it dripped onto his shirt, leaving dark droplets of scarlet on the white material.

He knew it would stain.

'Well well well! Looks like the freak is trapped!' Jason sneered up at him, reaching once more into his pocket.

Eddie shut his eyes. There was no point in resistance. He was stuck in the woods, at sun down, with Jason and his cronies surrounding him. As he was preparing for another blow, he heard a familiar voice call out,

'Jason.' Eddie's eyes flew open. 'Leave. Him. Alone.' Standing there, illuminated by the faint glow of the rising moon, stood Steve Harrington. He looked good, as always. Of course he fucking did.

It was Steve, after all.

'Eddie! Look, it's your boyfriend, he's come to save you!' Jason cackled.

Steve rolled his eyes.
'I'm not his boyfriend, and what's your fucking problem man?' At these words Eddie felt a twinge of pain. He didn't really know why, Steve was just telling the truth. Maybe that was the problem with liking a straight guy. The truth always hurt more than the lies.

Jason produced another pocket knife,
'Do you really want to mess with us, Harrington? Why are you standing up for this faggot anyway?'

Eddie flinched at the slur. He wasn't expecting Steve to react. He probably had the same thought before. But Steve's expression changed from annoyance, to anger, and...

Steve punched Jason.

Steve Harrington fucking punched Jason.

Everyone went silent. Not even the wind whispered. Jason had stumbled back a bit from the punch, as had Steve from the recoil, and they both lifted themselves up, with Jason wiping away the small stream of blood that was now trickling down his bottom lip from his nose.

It was clear in this moment, as Steve locked eyes with Jason, that he was fucked.