he'll see i'm not so tough
a @steddiebang fic
author: alivingfire
artist: @knitsforthetrail
betas: hibiscus & @hamiltonsteele
150k | explicit | tags: steve as kas the betrayer; secret relationship since s2
planned posting dates: november 21-december 2
When Steve gets trapped in the Upside Down, Vecna offers him a deal: become lieutenant of the monster armies and gain some of Vecna’s power, in exchange for being the bait to lure his friends back to rescue him. Steve takes the deal, believing wholeheartedly in the Party’s ability to save him and finally kill Vecna, but discovers quickly that his power to infiltrate the memories and dreams of people in the real world is very limited; in fact, he can only visit one person in his new monster form.
Thus begins Steve’s haunting of Eddie Munson, who, coincidentally, has been in love with Steve since they started secretly hooking up after a Halloween party in 1984.
“Something wrong, Munson?” says a voice, and Eddie yelps and rolls out of bed.
When he pops up on the other side, he sees a very alive Steve Harrington perched on his own bedroom windowsill. His face is exaggeratedly wild and sharp, and his hair is windswept. His skin is silvery-blue in the moonlight. His fingernails are dark and long and curved like claws. He’s in a Hawkins Swim t-shirt and light wash Levi’s, and there’s dried blood on his bare arms.
He’s like the film negative of a boy Eddie knows by heart, like a cover version of his favorite song.
And then he smiles, and his teeth are sharp.
“Hey, babe,” Steve says. “Did you miss me?”
Eddie, bravely, faints.
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The vine around his left wrist uncurls, and Steve lifts that arm automatically to see his palm glowing like a lantern, and more than a dozen strings of light shooting straight up at the sky. The strings are golden-hot and hard to look at, too much on Steve’s overloaded senses.
“Look at that,” Vecna says, moving that large clawed hand from Steve’s face to wrap around Steve’s free wrist. “That’s a power I never gained, try as I might. All that love and affection you have for your friends has connected you securely to them. Even as a dead man, you have ties to the world above. Eleven did not plan for that. Could not plan for that.”
Steve stares at the lights, too, and the more he looks, he feels like he can see differences between them. One seems weaker than the others and looks like wood smoke and has a ruddy red tinge that, for some reason, Steve knows is the string tying him to Will Byers. One is pinkish and looks wrapped in lace: Nancy. Robin’s looks like water dripped with nail polish, swirls of navy blue. He can pick out Dustin’s, then Lucas, El, Max, Jon, Erica, even Mike. Eddie.
He can’t think about this. He rips his gaze away.
“Why are you showing me this?”
“I can teach you how to visit them. How to talk to them,” Vecna says. “Through dreams and hallucinations, yes, but you could see them, and they could see you. See that you’re alive.”
“But trapped.”
“Yes,” Vecna says. “The only way either of us could ever truly leave this place is if Eleven opens the gates back up, or if Max dies to finish the ritual I began. And I’m assuming you’re not willing to do that second option.”
“Fuck you.”
“As I thought. So, here is my deal: if I give you my powers, it would not be for free. You will act as my lieutenant here in this realm. You will control the beasts in my stead, and do as I command. If you are convincing enough, your friends will come to rescue you, and when they do I won’t make you fight them, but I will be there to welcome them, and this will finally be finished.”
“Then why would I do this?” Steve laughs, incredulous. “Why would I draw them here, if they’re just going to die for it?”
“Because you doubt me when I say that I would win against them,” Vecna says. He lays it out like a winning poker hand. “You believe in your friends. You believe they could beat me. And if they do, you could be saved.”
“And if I say no?” Steve asks.
Immediately, the pain comes pouring back, his vision going blurry, the colors fading from the world, his mouth filling once again with blood. His thoughts are slow and dripping. He groans and slumps forward, barely held up by the vines around him.
“Then I leave you like this,” Vecna says. “It won’t take long for you to die. Your friends will never know what happened to you, and I will spend as long as I need to working to get back to the other world without you. And I’ll have help, because your friends cannot keep the government from meddling once more. Every crack they make in the barrier between worlds is one I can exploit. I will get through some day. At least this way, you have a chance to stop me. You have a chance to live again.”
Steve breathes unsteadily and looks back down at his palm. He thinks about those tiny connections to people that he loves, and thinks about leaving them to fight this fight without him.
It’s stupid. He isn’t the person who should be making this deal. He knows that Vecna manipulates and twists to get what he wants. But his logic makes sense, too.
Steve doesn’t know what to do. He’s not the planner. He’s not the right one to choose this. He’s-
Two weeks. Robin, Dustin, Eddie, Erica, Max, Lucas, Eddie, Jon, Will, Mike, Eddie, Joyce, Claudia, Wayne, Tommy, Carol, his parents, Eddie- they all think he’s gone. He remembers how he felt when Hopper died. He can’t-
His jaw creaks when he opens his mouth.
“Fine,” he says, pain cracking his voice into something horrible, weak, pathetic. He sucks in another breath. “It’s a deal.”
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I am the anon with that ask about Jihoon and Wonwoo being Seventeen's centre. I would absolutely love to read your essay and can you please talk about their relationship as well?
hi!! i am sorry this took so long, i just needed some time to gather my thoughts and i've really had a crazy busy week ... so, anyways. i love this question. i love it and yet, i feel like it is difficult to answer for me because so much that i think about them is sort of how i feel about them, and that might be hard to convey? but i will try.
first of all, why are jihoon and wonwoo the center of seventeen? well, because they are. they are the sixth and seventh members of a 13 member group, the math is mathing and all of that. in that case though, i really think that math is on our side. because it is kinda ... poetic? to me? that they are? they are the eye of the storm so to speak. on one half you have the 95s and jun and hoshi, and the other half is the 97s and the maknae line. all of that is chaos, to some degree, and then you have jihoon and wonwoo who are both so integral to seventeen and their relationships with each other, and to seventeen's work (especially jihoon, ofc, but wonwoo does his part as well). they infuse this chaos with a sense of calm that is desperately needed to control this group of thirteen men, and they are unchanging and unwavering in that regard. they just. are. they aren't loud, they aren't spotlight seekers, and they are never in a hurry. jihoon and wonwoo are the calm and collected center of seventeen that anchors everyone around them. and that is why seventeen needs them, and they need seventeen to be appreciated and loved and cherished the way they deserve to be loved and appreciated and cherished. because they would never seek that out themselves.
wonwoo was so cripplingly introverted, he even said in his hit the road episode that he is thankful to the members for pushing him and including him in things, and that he overcame the worst of it right before debut. jihoon is a self-proclaimed night owl who, by own admission, uses his studio as his second home. but the members know when to come to him and where to find him, they seek him out. they never impose (unless you're soonyoung but bestie privileges). meanwhile, there, he has found connections with hansol and bumzu, for example, who i think speak very much the same language of affection as him. he doesn't need the whirlwind, he just needs someone to be quiet with. which introduces wonwoo. and what jihoon and wonwoo are to each other.
i've mentioned this before but i will say it again. i think jihoon and wonwoo have a rapport that comes from the same source, from an intricate understanding of each other. of recognizing the self in the other. they are both introverted to a fault, kind of nerdy, and they both prefer to occupy their alone time iwith what they love to do most (music, gaming, animes, gym time etc). i often think about how wonwoo said once that back in the day, all they had was jihoon's brain and his macbook, and that's how he wrote songs with him. (cannot remember where he said that, but it tugs on my heartstrings). like, they've always had each other. like islands in the middle of the storm and i appreciate how comfortable they are around each other. they can joke and goof around because their (dry) humors match and because they just get each other. they don't ask anything of the other.
i think wonwoo softens jihoon’s edges and i think jihoon makes wonwoo a little more resilient. they have a quiet affection for each other, a very solid sort of love that exists without fanfares. that doesn't need an announcement because it just is, they can just be! and how beautiful is that? to have a friend who understands and knows you like that. because you are just alike enough. jihoon loves fiercely but quietly and very devoted and i think that matches very well with wonwoo, who doesn't ask for affection like that. also, i think you can always tell when they write songs together because they end up speaking a certain kind of language very unique to them. very poetic, a little melancholic. i think they have created a space, artistically for each other like that.
they have a love that says i see you, i recognize you. and maybe, if i can love you, i can learn to be at peace with myself as well. if you deserve affection and care, then so do i.
so that's a lot of rambling about wonhoon, but those are my thoughts. i hope it makes sense ....... aahhh. i just love them.
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who: @the-amazing-blake
what: ‘same old lang syne’ by dan fogelberg has entered the chat.
where: the xavier institute
there was nothing much to say. there was nothing much to do. louis knew one thing was truer than true: he was stuck there. everything he had built, everyone he knew -- leaving, going away, packing up, wasn’t an option. and there wasn’t much else to say as his routine droned on. breakfast. drop khevna off. brew tea. drive to the institute. walk to his class-
record scratch !
a collision, because that’s how roleplay starters work when there are two characters who don’t want to speak, interrupted it... even more so when he looked to see who he had collided with, mid-apology. and it cut his apology off. ( not for sake of... you know, going against common courtesy, rather for sake of who it was -- he was, to say the least, taken aback. )
“ blake, i... ” what if he just walked away ? avoided the situation entirely ? “ why... why are you here ? not that you’re not, you know, welcomed here, i don’t mean... but it’s... ” area man doesn’t know how to speak.
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
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