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farrahfawcetts) wrote in
revivalproject2023-06-10 10:59 pm
[CALIBRATIONS] Holding hands as the walls come tumbling down...
WHO: Steve Harrington
WHERE: Steve's Room
WHAT: Calibrations!
WHEN: 6/10-7/10
WARNINGS: Child abandonment, violence, and drugging
When you awaken, the first thing you notice is that the 'room' you are in is pretty small. Really fucking small. Because it's not a room as you might imagine it, but instead a car. You sit beside Steve as he drives, eyes on the road and expression grim. Outside the road is long and abandoned and dark. No lights except for the distant stars and the distant crack of lightning. He isn't driving toward that. He doesn't seem to be driving toward anything. His hands tighten against the wheel as he looks over and notices you there.
"Where to?"
And just like that the glovebox opens and out comes an old map of Hawkins. There are four circled areas: Starcourt Mall, Nancy's House, Will's House, and Home. He reaches for the radio and turns it up a little. The song is Tears for Fears, Everybody Wants to Rule the World. He hums as he drives along silently, waiting for your call.
WHERE: Steve's Room
WHAT: Calibrations!
WHEN: 6/10-7/10
WARNINGS: Child abandonment, violence, and drugging
When you awaken, the first thing you notice is that the 'room' you are in is pretty small. Really fucking small. Because it's not a room as you might imagine it, but instead a car. You sit beside Steve as he drives, eyes on the road and expression grim. Outside the road is long and abandoned and dark. No lights except for the distant stars and the distant crack of lightning. He isn't driving toward that. He doesn't seem to be driving toward anything. His hands tighten against the wheel as he looks over and notices you there.
"Where to?"
And just like that the glovebox opens and out comes an old map of Hawkins. There are four circled areas: Starcourt Mall, Nancy's House, Will's House, and Home. He reaches for the radio and turns it up a little. The song is Tears for Fears, Everybody Wants to Rule the World. He hums as he drives along silently, waiting for your call.

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"That...uh. That was the last birthday they were home for. They sometimes swung back a week after or so to give me a check or something they picked up from an airport when they realized what day it was. I didn't even have a nanny at all the next year so it was just me." He looked down at his lap and snorts a humorless laugh. "At least then no one tried to kill me with strawberry shit."
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"You deserved so much better than that shit, Steve. And they're stupid if they can't appreciate what they've had all this time."
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"You know..." he lets out a soft laugh. "I don't know that I did, before. But now at least...maybe. Maybe..."
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He pets his fingers through Steve's hair and presses another kiss to the side of his head.
"You looked like such a dork in that shirt. A cute little dork," he teases fondly.
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"Yeah, yeah. I have a whole collection of clothes for the three days my parents are in town. Polos and button-downs and shit like that." He snorts another laugh. "He was so pissed that I ruined that one with the chlorine. Lectured me on his way out the door."
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"Prick," he mutters, rolling his eyes at the actions of Mr. Harrington, "Should dump all his shit in there when you go back. Dunno why so many people have kids when they just...it's not fair."
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Steve's grip tightens all the more around Eddie, almost painfully tight now. It takes him a long moment to actually speak. "Don't say 'when', man. I don't want to think of it as a 'when'. Especially when all I am gonna be going back to is shit."
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"Steve..." They both know it is a when. "...don't you miss the kids? And Robin? And Wheeler? You guys are gonna kick Vecna's ass, and then everything won't be so shit anymore."
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"Of course I miss them..." He pulls back and feels like an asshole. The kids need him. Max needs him. Who is he to prefer the easy and the comfortable when no one else has that option? He should be fighting to get back there. But...
"I just...don't want to go back without you, man. I don't even know if I'll remember this. I don't want to forget. And I don't want to go back to missing you and being terrified I'll fail someone else."
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"Wait- what do you mean fail someone else? Who do you think- do you think you failed me?"
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"Of course I did, man. Of course I did. I should have...I should have stayed with you guys. Or...or I don't know. Had a better plan. Something. Anything. I left you with Dustin and you had to get yourself killed to save him. That shouldn't have been your job. It shouldn't have been your responsibility."
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He leans his head forward, resting it against Eddie's chest.
"If I was smarter, I would have seen what was gonna happen and switched places with you. Or just left you and Dustin on the bench and hooked up a fucking stereo. You shouldn't have died. Not you..."
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"Steve, what makes it your fault and not Wheeler's? Or Robin's? Or Dustin's? Why is this on you? I don't want to die, but I promise- I didn't spend those last minutes thinking 'why wasn't Steve smarter?' okay? And out of everyone involved in this shit, I'd pick me to go every time."
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And that is it. That right there is what remains after Nancy, his parents, Billy, Tommy, and everyone else that made him feel like he was good for something and then revealed that value to be conditional. He isn't smart, he isn't irresistible, he isn't powerful, and he isn't anything, really. Except the Babysitter. The Guardian. The 'tank'.
So if someone dies when he's on the job, who else's fault is it? Protection is his job. Taking the hits is his job. It's the only thing he's good at and even then he's proved himself to be a failure.
"It's supposed to be me."
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It probably shows with the look on his face like he just got the breath punched out of him. Steve just stares at Eddie, wondering if this is some sort of joke or there is more to follow. But there isn't and the moral of the story is that Steve is good enough. He's not sure where to put that on the shelves of all the things he thought was true about him. He has no idea what to throw out in order to make room, but it feels like something has to go.
"It hasn't been," he points out quietly. "Not for other people."
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"It needs to be good enough for you. Other people'll figure it out."
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"I don't know how," he says when he breaks away, pawing over Eddie's face and neck like he can't touch enough. "But I swear: I am not going home without you. Okay? We're gonna figure it out, somehow, or else I am gonna have El and the kids and everyone else tear the universe apart to save you. I promise."
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And like Steve, Eddie almost has to believe that Steve's going to make that happen somehow. Fuck any logic or scientific law, he's going to bring him back from the dead. There's a breathless laugh, and he nods rather than point out how impossible it is. Maybe it's not? Maybe it doesn't matter. He nods and feels himself tearing up, laughing and rolling his eyes at his own reaction.
"You're turning me into a sap, Harrington."
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He brushes his thumbs under Eddie's eyes and leads him in for another kiss. Out on the map all that remains is the pieces of Steve that left scars: Billy, Demogorgons, Jonathan. The ones that didn't have him walking away bleeding were the ones that sunk in deeper. Eddie's seen them all, now. He's seen it and still looks at Steve like he's worthwhile.
Steve's heart is molten in his chest even thinking about that.
"It's okay," he murmurs against Eddie's lips as he bleeds one kiss into many. "I like it."
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"I like you," he murmurs when he pulls away.
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Somewhere deep inside him that comparison makes some truths rise up into Steve's throat. He can't look them all in the eye just yet, but they're there.
"I...like you, too, Eddie. I really, really like you. Which shows me again how dumb I was in school to not branch out a bit more and find the people really good for me."
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