revivalproject | [CALIBRATIONS] But the memory remains

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[CALIBRATIONS] But the memory remains

Who: Eddie Munson & Open
What: Calibrations
When: June 10th to July 10th
Where: Eddie’s mind
Warnings: Violence, Bullying, Murder, Horror, Parental Abuse, Parental Death, Drugs, Drug Abuse, Bat Like Monsters, Graphic Injury

The trailer you find yourself walking into might appear dated depending on when and where you’re from. Its styling is out of date even for its own period, a bit strange and chaotic. The walls are lined with a collection of random mugs and hats, a fold out cot stashed in a corner near the door. It’s cluttered, and very lived in.

There’s an odd…stain on the ceiling of the living room. Almost a crack? The longer you look the more it seems to spread, and are those strange particles falling from it just dust? Maybe it’s best to look away.

The television is on, playing some news story, but a voice calls from the other end of the trailer, and Eddie leans out from his bedroom, encouraging you to join him in there.

There’s only one bedroom in the place, those it’s easy to tell this is Eddie space. The walls are covered in various posters, metal concerts, drawings, and a large spray-painted banner that reads- Corroded Coffin hanging a bit haphazardly. A sheet’s been pinned up to act as a curtain, and the floor is littered with clothes.

"So...this is weird," Eddie greets.

[ooc: Cheated the ‘room’ a bit, it’s fiiiine, shhh. Playing it a bit more fast and loose with memories, no bolding this time for Eddie at least, sorry if that makes it difficult for anyone. Please do look at the warnings above and let me know if there are any themes you especially don’t or…do want.

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"I mean- it was pretty scary, I was ready to kill you, dude, I was not okay," Eddie argues, the particles falling from the ceiling a little more instantly now that Eddie's remembering things related to those final days.

"Yeah, I saw how he looked at you. Dude was super into you. Glad he never made a move."

Steve shakes his head, letting the Tommy thing go. He cups Eddie's cheek again, grieved.

"I can't believe you were able to forgive me for shit like that. No wonder you hated me. I was such shit to you. And you weren't doing anything except being honest..." Steve glances back at the yearbook and feels sick.

"You said you were never in a relationship. Is it because...that was all you ever thought you'd get?"

"People did a lot worse," Eddie offers with a quirked lip, knowing that's not exactly comforting to Steve, "I didn't forgive you til I saw you'd really changed and it wasn't just Henderson being crazy."

He nods faintly, half shrugging as if to say- 'well it's true'. "Hook ups and experimentation. Which are fun and all, but yeah...hard enough to get a date as the Freak, let alone the Fag Freak."

"Don't. Don't call yourself that."

Steve feels then the injustice of it all. How Eddie was presumed guilty while Tommy was never suspected. Just because he had the popularity to use as currency with those that spread the rumors. And Steve... he was able to benefit from that, too.

"When this is over," he says firmly, "You and I are going on a date. A real date. So prepare yourself, dude. The full Harrington experience."

Eddie gives an amused laugh, head tilting. Obviously Steve doesn't mean a date date. He means like...friends, right?

"What, like a super friends date? We could do that," he allows, "What's the full Harrington experience entail?"

Okay. He can do this. He wants to do this. Steve takes a deep breath and smiles.

"Well. First step is to drop the 'super friends' thing. As long as...you know. You're okay with that? Because I am, if you are. But only if you are." He exhales. God, he wasn't even smooth for a whole minute.

Let's try again.

"I, Steve Harrington, am asking you, Eddie Munson, to go on a date with me. A real date.

"If you accept."

"..." Eddie blinks, not sure he's heard him right. Only...this is all in his head, so of course he has.

"Wh- seriously?" he manages, not nearly as composed as he always imagined he'd be. He gives a breathless laugh, glancing away with a flush and belatedly nod, "No- yeah, I uh- I would definitely...accept," he fumbles lamely, wincing a little at his butchery.

Steve beams and raises Eddie's hand to his lips so he can kiss the back of it. "Awesome," he says, honestly excited at the idea this was really happening. "Okay. So...let me figure out how to do it really perfect for you. Might take a day or so, but I am gonna make sure it's the best date ever. Totally worth the wait and all the bullshit you went through before it."

The blush on Eddie's cheeks is so sweet. Steve can't help but kiss each one.

"Seriously you don't have to- it's fine-" Eddie protests, but he can't help but grin at the thought of Steve planning anything for him, let alone trying to make it perfect.

He laughs and the flush deepens. "...you're gonna have to tell me this in the morning so I know I didn't just dream it."

Steve snorts a laugh. "Yeah, your dream come true is the asshole from school asking you out on a date. Nice one."

Still, he likes the color on Eddie's cheeks and the smile on his face. It makes him feel giddy and reckless. Enough to share a secret of his own in this place. "You know... My favorite part of being with someone has always been their reactions to things I do. Blushes and shit. You're like a neon sign, dude. I'm getting spoiled being with you."

"..." Eddie gives him a look and just smirks.

At least until Steve goes and says that. Then he's rolling his eyes and giving Steve a playful shove, "I am not," he protests, way too pink at the thought.

"LOOK! Look at those cheeks! Look at those rosy fucking cheeks!"

Steve lunges for them, pinching both softly, wiggling Eddie's face. "You are so fucking cute. The eyes. The blushing. The shit you say. I feel like you're acting as like my romance dealer right now. Really making sure I get my fix. It's amazing."

Eddie might actually die. He can't stop grinning, even as he groans and squirms, making a show of trying to free himself without actually trying to free himself. "Staaaahp," he laughs, "I am not. And you are SO going to OD if I am."

"I'll die happy then," Steve continues, giggling now as Eddie tries to fight him off without really meaning it. He opens his arms and loops them around Eddie's waist to reel him in against him. This close, he can continue nuzzling into Eddie's hairline and peppering kisses wherever he pleases. One might even find the tip of his nose.

"If you want me to stop, you need to stop being adorable. And I don't know, man. You seem pretty shit at that, so you're probably screwed."

"I'm a big scary Satanist, don't you watch the news?" he protests, giggling and giving up his faux fight to melt against Steve, nose screwing up as he's covered in kisses, managing to return a few of his own.

"You better not tell anyone. I've got a reputation to uphold."

"Not with me, you don't." Steve kisses his nose again, enjoying the way it scrunched up. "I'll cover it with everyone else though. Tell them how you put me under your evil, blood magic, satan spell. I can pretend to be like, your love zombie too or whatever. I got your back, sweetie."

"Mmm, Love zombie, I like that," Eddie says with a considering hum, beaming and guiding Steve pointedly back away from the split in the ceiling.

Steve looks at the ceiling but lets himself get led away. He doesn't want to see it. He doesn't want to see anything other than Eddie, now. There's been enough horrible shit for now. They can allow themselves a break for something more pleasant.

"Mmmm....Kissessssss," Steve says in the monotone of a zombie going after brains. "Kissesssss."

"You are such a nerd," he laughs with a delighted smile, pulling him back into his bedroom and shutting the door.

"I love-- it," he recovers quickly.

"Yeah, well. You better keep that to yourself, Munson. I have a reputation, too."

He doesn't seem bothered in the slightest. The minute the door is shut Steve is pulling Eddie in for a kiss and letting himself indulge fully in it. One hand fists into his curls, feeling the softness like it's all new to him.

"I was wrong," he says quietly after a minute. "I want you to hear it now. I want you to push it into your head and hold it there. Okay? I was wrong; you matter. You matter to me."

"Oh, I'm gonna tell everyone," he says with a wicked smirk, happily allowing himself to be pulled into that kiss and lose himself in the feel of Steve.

He blinks in surprise at what follows, brow softening. "...Steve-" Fuck, now he's hyper aware of how he must be blushing. "You don't need to-"

"You matter to me," he repeats slower, enunciating the words carefully. "Out of everyone here, you probably matter the most. Alright?"

He sweeps back hair that isn't even close to falling in Eddie's face. He just wants to see more of that blush.

"I was an idiot to hang around with Tommy when you were so close. But I learn, okay? Slowly, but I do learn. Not making that fuck up again."

"..." Damn it. He glances away with a smile, but nods, "...you matter to me too, Steve. And not just to saying it cause you said it or whatever, but...you do."

He offers a reassuring smile. "Eh, I probably would've rejected you if you'd learned that lesson any time soon than you did, so...it's good you learn slow. 'Bout as slow as I do."

Words seem inadequate. Steve just leans in and kisses Eddie again, melting into it and into the safety of the other's affection. It's been awhile since he's felt honestly safe in that way with someone. Probably not since the bathroom with Robin where he handed over his heart and she handed it back as gently as she possibly could.

This time however, he feels guarded. Cherished. Wanted. Steve feels like he is in the middle of a trust fall with someone who would never let him down. Not when it mattered. And even though he never thought he would find himself in a situation where this would happen, as Steve pulls back and looks Eddie over, he can feel the pull of gravity putting his stomach into flips;

He can feel himself falling. And he doesn't think he's going to do shit to stop it.

"I'm fine if we're both being slow together, I think," he muses. "If it means no rejection, I am definitely okay with it."

He's not the only one. Not that Eddie really even knows how to properly work those feelings out for sure. But he thinks this is...different from anything he's felt before. More than a crush. More than lust.

"Slow together," he agrees with a soft smile.

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