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Okay, but consider? Eddie getting his shit rocked, but "King Steve" running in with a bat full of nails to get the basketball players to back off.

I can't help it, Eddie is too pretty when he's hurt and bleeding....

May I serve you a little long drabble about this?

Pairing: none intended (steddie if you wanna read it like that)

Warnings: violence, guns, language, blood if you squint

A/N: Takes place after Eddie survives the bats and is cleared of all charges bc Hawkins is a small town full of hicks that agreed to go on a fucking manhunt, you cannot tell me Eddie would have been safe. I feel like I only put Eddie through pain and punches in this account 💀 Eddie, my love, I'm sorry <3

It's friday night, 9:00 pm, which means yet another Hellfire club D&D session has just ended.

First weeks of May; the nights grow shorter and the days elongate, the Sun deciding it's time to grace the not so regular town of Hawkins with its warmth and light.

Despite this, 9:00 pm is still 9:00 pm, so when the boys of Hellfire leave Hawkins High, the only light in the parking lot is the one coming from the flickering street lamps, which cast menacing shadows on the D&D party's way to their homes.

In Hawkins, no one is ever truly safe, but these kids really got the short end of the stick this time; it's not interdimensional monsters the ones they fear— it's their own neighbors.

The law had forgiven Eddie back in the middle of April for those crimes he never committed, but the people... The people weren't as easy to convince.

They needed a Devil to blame just as much as they needed a God to pray, and Eddie just happened to be the loud, rebellious outcast.

To Hawkins' pearl-clutchers, Eddie Munson looked like he belonged to Satan. And those kids, those teens who wore the same shirt as him, those were... His acolytes.

Only ignorant people believe this, of course, but ignorant people tend to get violent really fast.

So that's why Nancy Wheeler is waiting for Mike at the parking lot, tapping her heel on the concrete with folded arms.

That's why Jonathan Byers awaits for the newest member of the Hellfire club right at the entrance of the building.

That's why Erica Sinclair, who has ordered her dad to drive her to Hawkins High School, clutches the passenger seat's door with the window down, eyes sharp, scanning the dark surroundings.

And that's why Robin Buckley bites her nails in Steve Harrington's car, her piercing blue eyes wide open. She wants to vomit words, but if she does that one more time, Steve will punch her straight in the face.

Gareth's mother is there too. He didn't talk much to her before the whole manhunt happened, but now she rarely lets him out without knowing where he's going and when he's supposed to come back.

Jeff doesn't have anyone, but it's alright because Eddie walks him to his shitty car every time.

Eddie makes sure everyone gets to walk to their cars without a problem every. Fucking. Time. Which is ironic, considering he's the one in constant danger of being lynched, or beaten up, or threatened, or worse.

Worse had happened. Yes, that one time he was walking Robin Buckley home from Family Video, because the least he could do after her and Steve managed to get him a job there, was to make sure she got home safe after a night shift, and since she didn't like Eddie's driving skills, they walked.

Someone had shot at him. Presumably. Robin had assured him it was just another drunk jackass playing with his gun because "Eddie, this is America.", but the bullet was accompanied by a loud 'FREAK', so it didn't take a lot of effort to put two and two together.

The point is, Eddie being the one to make sure everyone was safe before heading out wasn't the smartest decision, but it was what Eddie did.

9:10 pm, the kids were running out as carefree and excited as always. Another victory for them.

First one to leave was always Will, switching from Eddie's protective hand on his shoulder to Jonathan's in a matter of seconds.

Then it's Lucas, because he actually runs to his car. No one blames him— after beating up Jason, he's public enemy number 2.

Mike goes closely after, diving into his protective big sister's car to save her from frowning any longer.

Then goes Gareth. He wants to leave sooner, but pride overcomes him at the thought of sprinting to his mother's car before any of the freshmen, so he waits.

It always takes Dustin a bit of convincing and a couple of annoyed and quite worried shouts from Steve to walk to the car. In fact, most times it takes Eddie himself walking him all the way to Harrington's backseat for Dustin to leave.

He just doesn't want to leave Eddie alone.

Then Eddie says his goodbyes and he's off to walk Jeff, who, funnily enough, always leaves his vehicle at worst lit corner of the parking lot. It's because he's late to class and it's the only spot left, but it looks straight out of a horror movie.

Eddie is actually scared of walking back to his van, because by the time he gets there, none of the cars that came to escort the Hellfire members remain there.

He tries to zone out in order to calm his nerves, toying with his car key chain, or his rings, or his pick necklace while he hums a song. He tries not to be terrified while he walks alone in the night.

There's no cars left, as he suspected, and he thinks 'wow, isn't this like, the perfect set-up for someone to come after me?'

It's a joke. He's joking. He's just trying to get a kick out of it because laughing always helps, but he regrets the thought the moment he sees a jeep at the far end of the parking lot. Andy's jeep.

He really doesn't want to run to his van, he really doesn't. He knows those jocks are looking and he's supposed to be the scary one, not the other way around. It had been the other way around throughout his preteen years, he was not coming back to that.

"Hey, freak!"

Oh, but he really wants to run when he hears Jason's voice coming from behind him.

They're not even in the jeep. They're out, near the building, under one of those goddamn street lamps, and they look like an actual cult with those stupid jackets on.

"Where'd you think you're going?"

"Home." Eddie deadpans, as if he's not about to shit himself. "Why, you wanna come with me, Carver?"

The basketball team captain pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against with a scornful laugh, and Eddie wants to cry.

"See, I don't think you're going anywhere, Munson." Andy chimes, cracking his knuckles. "Not until we talk."

"I think I'll pass." Eddie gulps, deciding to slowly walk backwards to his mean of transport.

Oh, but two of the basketball boys are quite eager to throw hands; they're not about Jason's slow pace, so they just stalk to Eddie and shove them to the asphalt, and he curses them under his breath when he scratches his palms when they land behind him to cushion the fall.

He's so fucked. At least if he stands upright, he's a good couple of inches taller than all of them. Now, he doesn't even have that.

"Hey, Munson, you play guitar right?" Well, he doesn't even know that one boy. He's probably a junior, but he looks as scary as the 18 year olds when he circles him.

"Yeah, in that shitty band."

"Are you left handed Munson?" The supposed junior taunts him, and Eddie is pretty sure about what he's going to do, so he swiftly moves his hands off the pavement.

"Are you deaf, freak?" Jason's shoe knocks the air out of his lungs when he kicks his chest, making him tumble back aaaand his hands are back on the road. "Rob here," Jason crouches down to take a firm hold of Eddie's Hellfire shirt, "asked if you're a lefty." and Eddie tries to shake him away but Jason just... Toses him back to the ground like a rag doll.

Eddie screams when a heavy boot crushes his left fingers into the jagged ground, sending a sharp pain all the way up his arm that makes his eyes screw shut.

"I think he's right handed." Another one says, but they have no chance to step on his right hand too, because he's using it to pull his left one away from the basketball player's foot.

"Get off me!" The boy yells when Eddie opts to push his leg. A kick on the ribs makes him stop.

"Don't fucking touch him!" Then another boot lands on his stomach, and Eddie thinks that the best outcome of this is him in a hospital bed, because in the blink of an eye, the whole basketball team is kicking him.

It lasts approximately five seconds that feels like ages to Eddie, but they all seem to halt his assault once a car skids back into the parking lot.

"HEY, ASSHOLES!"

Eddie doesn't see this, but Robin pretty much threw herself out of the car while Steve pumped the breaks so she could open the trunk.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Steve shouts loud enough for everyone to hear.

The younger members of the basketball team back away at Steve's confident strut, but the seniors stay in place, because they know King Steve hasn't won a single fight in his entire life.

Now, Steve Harrington isn't confident in his fighting odds, no; he's confident in the nailed bat Robin Buckley is pulling out of the trunk.

"Henderson, go to the payphone and call the cops!" Steve orders, not averting his determined eyes from Jason and his goons while he catches his reliable weapon when Robin throws it. "CARVER! ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF?!" He questions, lazily swinging his bat with a tired, pissed off visage. "I ASKED WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He's not planning on using it on anyone, but if he has to, he will.

Jason seems to catch that, and he slowly walks back, putting distance between him and Eddie, only because he needs to put distance between him and Steve.

"STEVE! THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY!" Dustin yells from the payphone. He wants to run to Eddie desperately, but while Steve drove them back like a madman, he had told Dustin to stay put no matter what.

At the freshman's words, panic spreads amongst the basketball players, who run back to the jeep and yell for Andy to follow them, but Andy is stupid, so he sticks with Jason.

"You gonna answer me or not?" Steve has walked past Eddie and is way too close for the blond's liking, and he just keeps getting closer.

"Stay out of this, Harrington." Andy says.

And Andy's ass hits the ground, because Steve may not know how to win fights, but he does knows how to pack a punch, and in all honesty, he's having none of this.

He's tired of people running around with torches and pitchforks chasing literal highschoolers. Highschoolers who, mind you, saved their miserable lives more than once.

And this is a constant thing now —sometimes happens at work, sometimes at Dustin's doorstep, sometimes at the trailer park—, and he's tired of yelling at people like Jason, so it takes little to tick Steve off.

"Listen up, you disgusting piece of shit." He hisses, taking a fistful of Jason's jacket before harshly shoving him against the wall. "I'm gonna be as clear as possible." Steve begins, making sure Jason can't get away from his grip. "I don't care about whatever the hell you think Eddie did to Chrissy, and I don't care about your fucking religious agenda."

Jason is scared. He's genuinely scared because Steve is taller and angrier and has a fucking bat with nails near his face.

"If I ever see you near Eddie —near anyone from Hellfire—, not even your stupid mother will recognize you, alright, dipshit? 'Cause I'll ruin that squared, dumb face of yours with this." He pokes Jason's cheek with one if the nails at the front of his bat and oh my god is that blood? Did he actually attack someone with this?

The police car arrives soon enough. By then, Robin has pulled Eddie up and is checking his hand carefully. Yeah, it's definitely broken. Eddie's guess is that a rib or two have been fractured, too, but nothing too bad; at least he can breathe.

Well, not right now, but that's because Robin shoved a napkin up his nose to stop the blood from flowing out of it.

Steve doesn't let go of Jason until Hopper is by his side and tells him to head out, which he gladly does, calling for Dustin on his way to Eddie and Robin.

"Thanks, man."

"How many times do we have to tell you?" Steve response to Eddie's gratitude is a dose of his motherly instincts, hands on his hips while he scolds the metalhead. "You can't be waltzing around on your own, dude. You're lucky Erica spotted the damn jeep."

"I'm sorr—"

"Christ, shut up. C'mon," Steve motions the three people around him and walks to the car, pulling his keys from his back pocket. "we're taking you to the hospital."

"I don't—"

"No." Steve raised a warning index finger, peeking over his shoulder. "I don't wanna hear it. Get in." He commands, opening the backseat's right door for Robin to help Eddie in.

Steve awaits until the girl is in the passenger seat to bend over, forearms resting on both the edge of the door and the roof of the car.

"People here really fucking suck, man." he mumbles, loud enough for the young adults in the car to hear him. "How bad is it?"

"On a scale of one to ten?" Eddie asks in a quiet voice. Dustin is pacing outside the car until Steve tells him to get in. No one wants Dustin to see Eddie like this. Not even Dustin himself. "Maybe a six?"

"Head's okay?"

"Haven't had any complaints yet." Eddie wiggles his brows at Steve, whose frown eases at the comment. Yeah, Eddie's head is okay. "Head's fine."

Steve nods, giving a sympathetic look at the senior. "From now on, we're driving you home." He states, giving Eddie's shoulder a careful squeeze. "It'll get better."

"I know."

"Just... not yet."

"I know."

After a silent second, Steve retreats to his upright position. "Alright, Henderson, get in, we gotta get moving. I don't want your mother to kick my ass."

Dustin leaps inside at Steve's signal and automatically starts checking on Eddie while Steve circles the vehicle, throwing the bat back into the trunk before hopping in and driving straight to the hospital.

He's right, it will get better, just not now.

And with people like Steve, Robin and Dustin in his life, Eddie feels safe enough to wait for things to get better.

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