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itsgothgirlthyme · 5 months
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chapter 2: safe?
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stranger things g/t
a/n: very short read, but it’s my halloween treat!! let me know if you’d like me to create a tag list for this.
borrower!reader x steve harrington
Trembling in the hand of a giant, you looked him in the eyes. You can’t even fathom the idea of squirming in his delicate grip. You were just stuck in this moment of relief and fear. You didn’t want to fall off that ledge, but you couldn’t handle this. Everything you’d ever been taught had never prepared you for this, because usually this was when it was all over. 
“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay,” Steve said softly, snapping you back to reality. You breathed out shakily and pulled your nails away from his pointer finger. 
“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? I promise.” 
Your brows pinched together and your eyes started to water. Your lips pressed into a thin line as hot tears fell down your face. You hated feeling like this, you hated feeling how small you were.
“Why is she crying?” Dustin asked beside Steve.
“I don’t know,” Steve turned to him, “maybe because you’ve held her hostage and treated her like a pet,” he whispered harshly.  
“Is she okay?” Robin voiced as you softly cried. 
“I- I don’t know,” Steve said and took in a sharp breath. He pulled you to his blue-shirted chest and you went rigid. You were still cupped in his hand and pressed against him. His heart was hammering faster than yours at this point. The other voices started to fade, and he kept muttering to you. Things like, “I’m sorry”, “he’s a dumb kid”, and “I’m going to help.” 
The one thing you remember before it all went dark was him saying, “You’re safe.” 
You shivered and opened your heavy-lidded eyes. You yawned and stretched within the comfort of a soft material. It was so dark you couldn't tell what it was exactly but you wanted to fall back asleep in it. You were about to but then your eyes went wide. 
You looked around you, almost snapping your neck out of place. You saw the giant’s face squished against a pillow. His hair was messy, his eyes closed, and his breath tickled your face. You were mere inches away and when you looked behind you, you didn’t know what to think. His arm was wrapped around the soft material. His fingers were still gripping the edges of it, and it perplexed you. 
“What do you want with me?” your voice rasped in the darkness. Your eyes trailed to him and he didn’t answer. You hissed as you sat up, feeling out your ribs. Some still were tender and loose. You gasped when you looked at your busted leg. It no longer had a beaten-up bandaid, but a gauze. The gauze started at your ankle to right under your knee. It felt much more comfortable on your skin, and you saw little sticks poking out of the ends. You gently turned the leg back and forth. You let out a sigh of relief with tears in your eyes. 
Beside you, Steve shifted and you slowly turned to him. His chin was lying on his forearm as he you watched with half-lidded eyes. 
“I hope the bandage helps,” his voice was gruff, “hopefully it’ll heal straightened out now.”
You kept your mouth shut and watched him. He yawned and you noticed his other arm was still around you. 
“Sorry about Dustin again,” he muttered. 
“He’s just a kid, you said that already,” you scoffed. 
Steve’s eyebrows shot up and you froze. The corners of his lips turned upwards. 
“She speaks,” he said. 
You shied away from his gaze and he sighed. 
“It doesn’t make it right though, him being a kid. I know,” Steve said. “But I’m not going to let that happen to you again.”
You sink back into the blanket you’d been wrapped around. When he called your name, it made you sick, you forgot he knew it. Yet there was comfort in someone calling for you, in such a desperate manner at that. You ignored him, and a warm puff of air hit your back when he sighed, again. 
You were going to stay awake, but for some reason you fell asleep. 
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mx-kay · 9 months
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I adore Giant Eddie Munson, but can we pls talk about Tiny Eddie for a moment? Because tinies tend to see his personality as safe, but Eddie himself gives off so much Tiny energy.
He likes to act big and bold, but that’s just a facade to hide his natural state of nervousness. He’s actually a pretty skittish individual and will run if it means he gets to live another day. Dreams of living bigger but turns back to his comfort zone when life gets too real. It’s only when he really gets to know people that he opens up. He’s playful and witty but still never fully relaxed until he really truly feels he can trust you. Even then, he’s had too many bad experiences in his life to ever really trust people. He’s constantly on the move because there are too many people that consider him the enemy to ever stay still.
To me, that’s textbook tiny attributes.
Idk, maybe I’m just having 4:00 AM thoughts, but Tiny Eddie has always made sense to me. Probably lives at the school instead of the trailer park. Uses all his close friends as jungle gyms as he talks theirs ears off about his current interest, putting small braids in people’s hair just to stim and work his fingers, befriending the mice because even by tiny standards he’s a loner. That last one is just because he’s AuDHD and it’s difficult to connect to people. Helping Dustin, Mike, and Lucus paint the tiny details on their miniatures. Playing around with the miniatures to do tiny versions of LARPing. Finding a lost fingerboard and failing miserably to teach himself how to skate. Will only allow a few select people to carry him as being held can sometimes be too overstimulating. Will only travel in loose shirt/jacket pockets as tight spaces cause panic attacks / make him feel trapped. Breaking all the tips off of certain teacher’s pencil to inconvenience them and get lead to draw with. Planting bang snap fireworks in bully’s lockers/backpacks and setting a few off during their lunch period to get them in trouble.
I think about him being tiny sometimes.
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gt-preys · 1 year
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Determined little borrower
Siren!Billy, borrower!Reader
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An aquarium is an odd place to find a borrower, (Y/N) knows that. It was just supposed to be a quick place to rest between moving from one house to the next. But he quickly found that he liked wandering around the tanks at night, illuminated by the soft blue glow from the lights through the water. He had no problems finding scraps left over in the cafeteria and he had so much space to move and explore.
So it just made sense that the little borrower would stay there and settle down.
Not much had changed in the aquarium since they had made their home in the walls and they were content with that.
However things change one day as they watch the aquarium staff pull in a new tank, wheeling the massive glass box into the empty quarantine room. Possibly a new species of fish? Now that was exciting.
The staff aren't talking, in fact they only gesture to each other and the tank. Communicating through movements alone. How odd, they had never done that before with any other shipments. It's then that he notices the headphones they're all wearing, ear protection they had heard a staff member call it in the cupboard they were rooting around in last week.
Specialized headgear.
This is what they had needed it for? Rolling in a new tank. How odd.
For now though they ignore the humans, making their way through the vents to the cafeteria. The aquarium will be empty of staff soon and then they can head back to explore the mysterious new tank.
When they make their way back to the quarantine room (Y/N) takes the hallways instead, the place is completely empty now and he enjoys seeing the exhibits as he passes. So many colourful creatures, so graceful and completely at home in their elements. They fascinate the borrower.
It's not long before they're standing outside of the quarantine room. The door is most likely locked but (Y/N) isn't worried about that, afterall he's small enough to squeeze under the gap in the door. (Y/N) had always thought the doors were stupid, they looked as if they had been cut a little bit too small but the same doors were scattered throughout the entire facility so they just chalked it up to a weird design choice.
They can't really complain though, it makes getting around far easier for the tiny.
Unlike the exhibits which are still lit up at night, this room is almost completely dark, the light in the room is dimmed almost all the way down. The water in the tank appears almost a deep inky black. It's clear they won't be able to see the fish from where they stand down here.
Eyeing the metal ladder bolted to the tanks side they grin, always up for a new challenge. It's easy enough. They use their grappling hook to skip a couple of the steps at a time and though it's an exhausting climb they feel proud once they reach the top. Afterall he was built for this kind of thing.
Reaching the top they find a metal platform stretching out across the top of the tank just barely above the water, they've seen this kind of structure before on other tanks in the aquarium. It's a feeding platform.
They step out onto the platform, wandering over to the edge so they can peer into the murky water below. Maybe the fish will surface for breath, then they could see it? Scanning the water though they can't see anything. Was the tank empty? Were they getting the tank set up for a new fish to be put into? Maybe one of the exhibit fish was ill and this tank is for them.
Rippling water catches their eyes and they look up only for their heart to sink into their stomach. A large claw webbed hand is reaching up out of the water towards them. They yell out as it pins them to the metal grating, their struggles are useless against the powerful appendage.
Looking past the hand and towards the water they freeze watching a blonde head of hair rise up ominously from the black water, a pair of icy blue eyes pierce their wriggling form. He pulls himself further out of the water to peer down at them with a blank expression, seemingly trying to comprehend what he's seeing. Then a slow smirk makes its way onto his lips, revealing the sharp predatory teeth hidden behind them. "Well look at that, I didn't even need to lure you to me" the creature's voice is rough and deep, sounding as if he hadn't used his voice for a while.
With his hand still pinning them beneath it, he moves the index finger beside their head to lightly trail his claw down their cheek. "You came to me willingly" they watch his eyes light up with malice at the notion. "You look human..." he hums, leaning down, those bright eyes never leaving theirs "I wonder if you taste just as good" there's no doubt in their mind that he can feel their tiny heartbeat racing beneath his palm. They can only stare on in horror as his tongue slips out from between his lips and they squirm harder as he leans in closer.
Panicking and not wanting to be food, they make a life or death decision and twist to sink their teeth as deep as they can into the tan skin on the finger lingering on his cheek. The giant grunts at the sudden shock of pain through his hand, releasing the borrower for a moment to inspect his finger, but that's all the time they need.
He sprints across the platform, losing his balance slightly when the metal beneath his feet suddenly shakes, the creature hissed angrily for them to "get back here!" Making it to the safety of the ladder (Y/N) risks a look back to find the man halfway out of the water, tail slapping the inky black surface.
A siren.
They captured a fucking siren.
Humans are so dumb the borrower laments as they hurry to make their way down the ladder, hopping down the rungs as quickly as they can manage without the risk of falling.
It's only when they're back in the safety of their home, hidden deep within the walls, that they realise how lucky they are that he didn't start singing. If he had it would've been all over, they wouldn't have stood a chance.
The following week the borrower keeps careful watch from afar, staying out of the siren's sight. They don't dare try to approach the tank after the last incident. He watches from the vents as workers climb the ladder, they always have their noise canceling headphones on. It's mandatory. The workers never step foot on the platform, it's not a risk they're willing to take, they just dump a bucket of fish over the side and leave immediately after.
They give the siren no social interaction whatsoever.
(Y/N) fashions his own crude noise canceling headphones. Stealing bits from the humans gear to help construct them. He tests them out within the safety of the walls and to his suprise they work. He doesn't know why he makes them.
He shouldn't go back to the tank, that's a deathwish. He knows that, but curiosity still nags at him.
Somehow they find themself once again scaling the ladder to the feeding platform. (Y/N) stays near the ladder in case he needs to make a quick escape, crossing his fingers that the homemade ear protection he wears will keep him safe from the beast lurking beneath.
As expected the siren doesn't take long to show his face, his head rising from the water with predatory menace. He opens his mouth, presumably to sing but they can't hear him. They watch his face twist with confusion and frustration when they don't respond to his call. (Y/N) simply smiles and pulls a grape from their bag, rolling it across the grating towards the siren. Picking it up he eyes the fruit and then the borrower, perplexed. But (Y/N) just sits down to nibble on his own pre portioned chunk of grape. The siren watches him for a minute or two before popping the grape into his mouth, chewing the fruit up.
It's then that (Y/N) wonders if he's ever had anything other than fish. His reaction to the sweet fruit is subtle but they can tell he's suprised by it, maybe he even enjoyed it.
He finds himself falling into a routine. Once the aquarium has closed for the night he forages for food and takes it back home to be put away, however each time he grabs a piece of fruit along with his usual supplies. The borrower then treks up the ladder to the siren's tank, each time finding that he's already at the surface waiting for them. As if he's begun anticipating their visits.
Each time they find him with his arms crossed on the platform, his chin resting atop them with his eyes closed only for them to snap open when he senses the borrower nearby. The first few visits he had tried and failed to lure them to the water, getting angry and frustrated when they don't comply. However he seems to calm down when they toss him their little fruit offering.
So far grapes were his favourite, they grabbed him them anytime they had the opportunity. After that they'd simply smile and wave, sitting on the grating and offering him silent company. They had even gotten so brave as to walk out onto the platform, albeit staying at the very back against the wall and out of reach.
Sometimes he tries to speak to them only to get frustrated when he remembers that they're wearing head gear. He had gestured for them to remove it several times but (Y/N) isn't going to fall for such tricks.
Today the siren isn't waiting for the little borrower like he usually does. They walk to their usual spot at the back, watching the water but as usual they can't see much further than the surface in the dim room lighting. He waits there, looking for any indication that there's life in the tank but soon grows worried.
Had they moved him to a different tank? Has he been put on display already?
Curious (Y/N) makes his way to the platform's edge, peering down into the water. It's all too familiar when a webbed hand breaks the surface of the inky black depths, pinning the borrower to the platform. It was a trap, he tricked them, he had finally caught them. They wriggle wildly but it does nothing, he's only able to stare up at those familiar icy blue eyes.
The siren traces a claw up the side of their head, another familiar action. He's speaking to them but they can't hear what he's saying nor can they read his lips, (if you bite me again I swear...), the talon traces their ear and suddenly. "There we go '' they can hear, he had removed their ear protection!
(Y/N) winces, screwing his eyes shut and bracing himself. He expects a song, the hot slice of teeth through his flesh or maybe even claws but he gets none of that. When he opens his eyes he finds that the siren is simply staring at him, sharp eyes taking in every little expression and detail. This doesn't go on for long before he removes his hand and swims back a bit from the platform, giving the borrower space.
(Y/N) is confused when they're released, hurriedly scrambling backwards on the metal. Tears fall thick and fast down their cheeks. They were so sure he was going to rip into them.
He eyes them silently, watching them shake and struggle to take deeper breaths. He's unsure of what to do now that they can hear him. "Why come back?" He knows how bad their first impression of him was, so why stay?
(Y/N) is still reeling from the adrenaline rush blinking at the deep sea creature in confusion. "W-what?" He spoke to them, he isn't singing to lire them into the water. He's just staring at them with no discernible expression. "I made my intentions for you clear when we met, but you came back. Why?"
"I'm not sure" they shrug "I've never seen anything like you before, I was... curious" they admit. The siren hums, crossing his arm on the platform and placing his chin on his forearms "I've never seen a human so small..." They swallow, hands on their ears. They can still hear him, a rough voice slightly muffled by the skin of their palms. "I'm...I'm not human" they mumble "I'm a borrower."
The siren nods, eyes brightening with curiosity. "I'm a siren" he gives the information freely. "I...I know" they nod "I've seen drawings."
(Y/N) continues to visit the siren each day, leaving the ear protection off after he had requested they stop. Though they still stay far away from the water's edge. They had finally learnt the siren's name, Billy he had said it was. Billy always seemed fully engaged in their conversations and they very much enjoyed having someone to talk to.
But their fear is still very much alive.
They're visiting him again when it happens. The two are talking, carrying conversation about the borrower's week of hard work. Today's fruit offering was grapes and Billy is in a great mood, it puts (Y/N) into a relaxed state.
However the light mood is broken when the door to Billy's quarantine room is opened. There's a voice and the door pauses a quarter of the way open. Billy quickly realises that there's no way the borrower can get down the ladder or hide on the platform. But they need to disappear quick.
"Get in the water" (Y/N)'s eyes snap to the siren in suprise at his hushed suggestion. They quickly shake their head at the idea, they still don't trust him yet. Instead they eye the platform wildly, looking for a hiding place. "Just get in the water please, you can hide better in here" he pleads but his words fall on deaf ears.
Billy can only plead for so long before deciding to take the little borrower's safety into his own hands.
(Y/N) freezes in place, shocked when he finally hears the siren's song. Completely at Billy's mercy without their ear protection. His heart breaks seeing the helpless look of betrayal on their little face as they begin to walk towards him, unable to stop themself. They stumble to the edge of the feeding platform, those piercing icy blue eyes watching their every step. (Y/N) walks straight off of the gratings edge as they try to get to the song. Dropping into the water, they quickly disappear under the surface. Swimming up they find tha the song is gone and their mind is clear once more. Thank god, the feeling of total helplessness has them shuddering.
Unfortunately for them, one fear is exchanged for another and upon looking up they find Billy watching them closely. They watch him move with dread mounting in their stomach, his hands cut through the water towards them. "No! No please!" They turn in the water, beginning to frantically swim back to the platform even though they know they won't be able to make it to the lip in time.
The surface of the water rocks as Billy moves, his hands cupping beneath them in the waste, pulling their shallow pool back through the water. Looking up (Y/N) can only watch on as a row of sharp white shark teeth pass over them as they're pulled back the siren's awaiting maw.
They yell out, watching the jaws close once they're fully inside. The borrower quickly finds himself pinned to the roof of the creature's mouth as it swallows down the small mouth full of water it had caught alongside the tiny.
Once the mouth is empty however, the borrower is dropped back down and they curl in on themself, sobbing and shaking with fear.
Billy sinks below the tank's surface, watching as a human climbs up the ladder to feed him. As usual they simply dump a bucket of fish over the railings edge, surveying the calm water for a curious moment before quickly leaving.
Billy slowly floats back up to poke his head out of the water and waits to heR the door closing before pushing himself up onto the platform. He leans forwards, parting his lips and teeth to let the tiny slip off of his tongue and onto the metal platform once more.
(Y/N) scrambles backwards, unsure of why they've been released. He can't really blame them, he knows he's just ruined the tiny amount of trust they had in him.
"Y-You used your song on me!" They stammer, eyes wide and chest heaving. "I know, I'm sorry" he apologises but they continue "I thought...I thought we were I don't know-" friends. "This is all just some sick game time you!"
It made sense that the siren would draw this out for so long. It made sense he wanted to play with his food, he gets no outside enrichment or stimulation from the workers. So why wouldn't he entertain himself by befriending and breaking the little borrower who seemed all too trusting.
"It's not a game" he replies "I had to hide you. Humans are cruel, there's no telling what they'd do if they found you" he makes no move to grab them or sing when they edge towards the ladder to leave. He just stares at them with this down trodden look.
They should leave, he's had enough chances.
This 'potential' friendship was not worth their life. "Fuck" they groan walking back to where they had been sat, with a groan they sit down on the grating much to Billy's surprise. "You aren't leaving?" He tilts his head. "No, I probably should but I'm dumb and you look all sad and shit" they huff. This has Billy chuckling and he lays his chin on his arms.
"Thank you for staying" he mumbles offering them a softer look this time and they feel their cheeks warming at the look "yeah, well thanks for not eating me I guess" they shrug and Billy laughs again, getting the corner of their lip to raise slightly at the sound.
To the pairs suprise the incident has them growing even closer than before. (Y/N) doesn't attempt to brave the water again.
Not yet that is.
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Giant Eddie Munson Shiz-
Is rough with you at first but he soon realizes how dangerous he can be. He calms down eventually and is actually gentle.
Very touchy. VERY TOUCHY. Like he will play with your hair or poke you periodically.
Will forget that tiny you can’t really get anywhere without his help. Like he’ll leave you and then come right back and apologize that he left you 😓
Again I feel like his love language is physical so get ready for a BUNCH- of poking, petting and all that jazz-
Is secretly deathly afraid of you getting hurt so he’s kinda over protective.
Bonus
Honestly if Eddie ever suddenly just grew, he’d probably be so afraid of himself it’s un real. He’d probably just curl up so he can’t hurt anyone 😞
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smolkuriboh27 · 1 year
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Probably never gonna do anything with this, but I've been thinking of an au where Eddie is a giant prince and Steve is his knight.
Eddie is kind and humble but he also fully takes advantage of the fact that he's a prince to get his favorite knight to always be posted by him.
Sulking on his throne, draped over the chair until Steve walks in and he immediately perks up.
Eddie's the prince. He's fair, kind, a bit playful but he can be commanding when he needs to be. He knows how to do his duty, knows when to be serious and knows when to be a dramatic little shit.
Steve is one of the knights who work for him. He's been training officially since he was 15, under the table since he was 12 and worked as a squire. He's good at his job, confident, isn't the best at battle plans but is good at finding flaws in them.
Eddie thought Steve was good looking, but thought he was an ass like most noblemen. He's pleasantly surprised to find that he's wrong and when he learned how kind he was he became smitten. He often finds his gaze drifting to the knight whenever they're in the same room.
Steve thought Eddie was a spoiled prince. He was loud, dramatic, always complaining(whining) that his classes aren't teaching him anything new. Turns out that whining wasn't for show - Eddie is wicked smart at delegating and settling court cases. He knows how to run the kingdom, he's good at strategizing. He needs a bit of work when it comes to sword play but when your only opponent could be the King, that's a given.
It starts when they're doing a ball rehearsal. The king's voice is droning on, explaining how the noblemen will walk down and greet them both, and of course Eddie's heard this all before so his gaze is drifting.
Eddie likes to size up the newer knights. His favorite hobby is messing with the more pompous ones just so they don't get an inflated ego. His eyes land on Steve.
This is Steve's first ball. He's paying attention. He wants to be perfect. But of course he sees the prince staring at him from his throne, feels that burning gaze, and when it doesn't move he looks up against his better judgment.
That's a mistake.
Instantly he's pinned by those big intense eyes. And it gets worse. The second their eyes meet Eddie kinda gets a glimmer in them. His expression doesn't change much, but it makes him look all the more scary. His chin is on his hand, his elbow on the armrest of his throne.
And now his lips are pursing, he's blowing Steve a kiss and winking and Steve can feel his face heating up. A fact that doesn't go unnoticed by the Prince if his eyes lighting up is any indication.
It grows from there. Eddie finds ways to corner him like he does with the other knights. Only instead of getting mad Steve finds himself getting flustered. He never pushes Eddie away unless it's something important he has to actually listen to. And during a meeting where they discuss plans to increase their farmlands Eddie maps out a perfect plan and Steve realizes he's gone for him.
Royalty isn't really the same as in our world. They're chosen through blood, spouses being given temporary growth in order to bear children who remain giant. But they are fully allowed to choose a mate separately, and it is not unheard of for a giant to marry someone other than their child's parent. So Steve and Eddie being together, while uncommon, is not wholly unrealistic.
One day Steve is summoned to the throne room. It's daunting, being alone with two giants. But he's surprised by the kindness in the King's voice.
"I understand the prince has been courting you."
Steve doesn't know how to respond, but thankfully he doesn't have to.
"I will not deter him, nor you. But if you would like him to stop, you may speak now."
"I...it is not proper."
"I did not ask if it was proper. I asked if you'd like him to stop."
And Steve finds that he doesn't.
Then, as they get older, Eddie and Steve grow close. They actually like each other's company, but they can't see each other often due to how different their lives are. This won't do in Eddie's mind.
Eddie finds out he can ask for specific staff. A specific cook, a maid, and, much to the amusement of the king, a specific knight. And he does at first. He asks for Steve, gets to see him more. But even though Steve likes hanging out with Eddie, it gets in the way of his duties. Steve enjoys being a knight. He's good at protecting others, and he feels bound to do his job.
Eddie is a little upset to hear this, but he never blames Steve, never holds it against him.
Instead he makes it a game.
Once a week, then once a month when they both get older, Eddie will refuse to get out of bed. He'll ignore everyone, pout at his staff who he's fond of, and drape himself dramatically over the mattress and stick his head under the pillow until someone summons Steve. Often with a fond 'your prince is in one of his moods again'.
So Steve walks over, uses a passage in the wall that leads him to the nightstand. He's gotten used to being the size of a barbie doll, so he isn't deterred when he finds himself in the giant's room. He calls out. "My prince."
Eddie grunts. It used to intimidate Steve. Now it just makes him rolls his eyes. "Prince Edward."
Eddie groans and shifts his head under the pillow.
"Eddie."
That makes Eddie yank the pillow off his head. It's hard to see his eyes through his mess of hair, but there, they shine in the daylight.
"It's time to get up, your highness."
Eddie huffs. "I don't want to."
"You have duties to attend to."
"Sounds dull."
Steve takes a step closer. "But you must."
"Says who?"
Another step closer. "Eddie, if you don't get up right now I'm gonna stick my sword-"
It happens so fast, and Steve really should've seen it coming. Eddie snatches Steve off the nightstand and cuddles him to his face. Steve squawks and bats at Eddie instinctively. "Your highness, this is highly improper!"
But Steve finds himself surrounded by Eddie all the same. He knows that giant nose would be buried in his stomach if it wasn't for his chestplate.
With a sigh he tries again. "Eddie, get up."
"No."
"Yes, get up. We both have a lot to do today."
"Or you could stay here with me."
"I can't sleep in my armor."
"That can be fixed."
Steve shakes his head. "You know I can't do that."
Eddie's voice is a mumble, the knight can hear the pout in it. "You could. We could take off to the hills, spend the day together. I'm taller than everyone, they can't stop me."
"Or," Steve moves the curtain of hair out the way just enough to press a kiss to Eddie's nose, "you could get up, go to your classes, and I could join you for dinner."
"That's not as fun." But Steve can tell by the way the nose scrunches up that the prince is letting himself be swayed.
"What, you don't want me to come to dinner?"
"Dinner and Lunch?"
"Dinner," he runs his hand along the fingers around his waist, "and I'll spend the evening with you."
Eddie knows that's the best he can do. "So kind of you, little knight."
Steve laughs. "Now go brush your teeth. Your breath stinks."
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a-tiny-frog-girl · 1 year
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In a writing mood but writers block has me pinned!! Send g/t story requests, maybe from prompt lists!!
I will write:
Doctor Who (if you ask for gt DW I'll love you forever/hj)
Stranger Things (can't promise it'll be good)
DSMP (also can't promise quality here)
Marvel
Criminal Minds (I've only watched the first few seasons tho sorry)
Supernatural
Sherlock (maybe? might have to rewatch)
Merlin (also maybe)
Mers
Borrowers
Fairies
Animal hybrids (neko, avian, etc)
X reader (mostly platonic tho I'm not great at romancing the reader)
fearplay, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, even some darker stuff (if you aren't sure, ask)
My OCs, of course
Tidbits from stories I've already written
I'll even make up characters on the spot if you ask me to idc
Need a giant to say some comforting words? I'll probably write that!
Your characters/sonas, maybe! (If you give me enough reference and I have a right to refuse)
FOUND FAMILY YEAAAAAAHHHH
prompts for your stories!!
there's probably more but I can't remember rn :')
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I am uncomfortable with / will not write:
vore (can't write it, sorry)
major character death
characters that suck that don't get comeuppance (/hj)
super graphic stuff (I don't mind writing the aftermath, just the actual incident is rough for me)
nsfw
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pizzasampletext · 1 year
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Good evening folks, I write g/t stories for a multitude of different fandoms and even create my own here or there. Asks are currently open and I will do any of the following:
Any g/t trope
Hetalia g/t
BNHA g/t
Tokyo Ghoul g/t
AOT g/t
Assassination Classroom g/t
Demon slayer g/t
Stranger Things g/t
Manifest g/t
Mario g/t
Detroit Become Human g/t
Horizon g/t
Other fandoms (if I know of them but feel free to ask)
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Fluff
Angst
Romance
Fearplay
Gore
Soft vore (I don’t prefer to do it but I might)
I’ll also do non g/t stories if that’s what floats your inflatable raft
Things I will not do:
P*dophilia/r*pe
Anything sexual
Romance between a child and adult
Fatal Vore
Macrophilia/Microphilia
Kinky stuff
I will add more if any come to mind
Thank you and have a nice day (:
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smolboiremy · 2 years
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A fun little stranger things g/t before I start work :>
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gtraccoon · 1 year
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I want like Robin x A fem!shrunken reader Like robin needs to take care of bestfriend who she has had a huge crush on and so does the reader
this is adorable
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robin x tiny!fem reader
warnings: light swearing. reader is fem and lgbtq+ (wlw) in this. if you don’t want to be depicted as those things, then you don’t have to read <3 ill still love u
background info: this takes place in the same universe steve’s a sizeshifter so that explains partially robin’s actions and statements
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You two were sitting on the couch at Eddie’s trailer. Robin wanted to get away from home, and Eddie offered to let her spend the night. He wasn’t there currently, so it was just you two. Robin didn’t want to be alone, so then you decided to hang out with her. But it was just so boring doing nothing. You look over to her, and she glances back at you, blinking. Then she suddenly perks up.
“Oh! Y/n, I know what we can do! We can go for a walk through the woods!”
“The creepy woods next to here? That seems dangerous for two teenage girls to go out alone, especially with it being dark like this.” Robin rolled her eyes, facing you.
“Besides the fact that idea is really ominous and maybe a bit terrifying it would be fun! Besides, we don’t need a man to protect us. That’s a moral I live by.”
“Is that a moral?”
“I don’t know. But do you have any other ideas of what to do?” You sit silent for a few seconds, and she smirks. “That’s what I thought. Get your shoes on, or I’m leaving without you.”
You frown, reluctantly standing and tugging your converse on. They had sharpie marks all over them, drawings, words, ect. You got the idea from Robin, who wrote over her red ones. Yours were white. Easy to draw on, you thought.
She had them laced and tied before you did. You had your laces tied in stars, you thought they gave your shoes personality.
“Hurry,” She urged you, and you groaned, but grabbed her hand to help you up. You kept hold of her hand for a few seconds. Her hand was so soft and warm, it just fit right together with yours. You pulled away, embarrassed, and she opened the door, her face flushed red.
Your walk was mostly silent, but once you reached the woods, you decided to break it.
“This was a good idea. It’s nice out.” You say, looking up at the sky. It was sunset. The sky was darkening by the minute, but that made everything just that much prettier.
Made her just that much prettier.
You push the thought out of your head. She wouldn’t like you back. Besides, you two were fine as friends.
You close your eyes for a moment, breathing in the crisp air.
“Hey, Y/n, what’s that?” She said, tapping on your shoulder. You opened your eyes. She pointed, and you tracked the direction until your eyes landed on a blue jar.
“You expect me to know? Probably some kids science experiment.” You shrug, but she’s already walking over to it. “Hey, Robin, I don’t know if this is a great idea.”
“Why?”
“Uh.. What if someone’s fermenting it?” She raises her brows, but then frowns at you.
“You’re stubborn.” She said, grabbing the jar. “Hey,” She exclaims suddenly, looking at you. “I’ll give you a dollar if you drink this.”
“Uh, what? Hell no!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. “Are you insane?” She just shrugs, opening the lid.
“Oh, shit, it smells bad,”
“Oh my God, you’re so dumb,” You giggle at her stupidity, but when she tries to stand, she trips over a root and dumps the contents of the jar over your clothing.
“Shit, i’m sorry,” She said, covering her mouth. “Oops.”
“Damnit! This was a new shirt!”
“Didn’t you get it, like, a year ago?”
“Time’s a weird concept.” You mutter, feeling your arms tense. Like when you worked out, lifted something just a bit too heavy, and your arm tensed up to the point it hurt. Robin noticed your expression, and stepped forward.
“We should get home.” Before you can even move, you’re on your knees, about to vomit. Robin is awkwardly standing over you. You know she doesn’t do well under pressure, but, God, you wish she had the thought process to take your shirt off, or something, but she was too nervous.
You start to take your shirt off, staring down, and suddenly you hear her call out.
“Uh, y/n,” She says, just as you pull your shirt off. You were wearing a white tank top beneath it, so it’s not like you were showing anything. “Y/n! What the hell?” She exclaimed, walking over to you. When you look up, you gasp and freeze.
She looked taller. She was nearly towering over you. You knew you were kneeling, but you weren’t that short, and you kept shrinking. You cover your mouth. “No, no, shit, this isn’t happening, this is NOT happening.” You look down. The liquid had absorbed into your skin. That’s what must’ve been causing this.
“What… what’s happening?” She asked, stepping back, and you take a step back too, but make it much less far. She considered it being a sizeshifting thing, but, you hadn’t been over emotional, had you? And only this had triggered it?
“I- I don’t know,” Tears streak your cheeks as you curl into yourself. As you felt the size change stop, and you opened your eyes, looking up. You were so glad it was your best friend and not a stranger. She was probably one of the least threatening looking people on earth, her warm smile and personality. She crouched down next to you.
“I don’t.. we’ll figure this out together, okay?” She seemed uncomfortable, tapping her fingers against her knee. She held her hand out, helping you up. “Do you wanna go home, or-“
“No!” You yell. “I mean- shit, no… I don’t need anyone else finding out about this. People are gonna hurt me…”
“No ones gonna hurt you.” She says, tilting her head as you stare up at her with glossy eyes. “I promise. Tell you what, y/n, if you’re not back to normal by tommorow, we’ll talk to Steve about it. I work with him. He knows about this stuff. But let’s, for now, hope that this situation fixes itself.” She pauses. “Can you walk?”
“I don’t know. I feel weak,” You say, wiping tears from your eyes. You were so glad Robin already had experience with this stuff.
“I can carry you, if you’d like. Don’t feel pressured, though,” She added, and you contemplated before nodding. She held out her hand, and you stepped on, holding onto her fingers as she stood. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. We’ll fix this, okay?” She hurried back home, cupping her hands around you in her own anxiousness to keep you safe. When you two got back to the trailer, she set you on the counter, and crouched down to be eye level.
“This is gonna be weird for a bit.” She says, and you nod in agreement. “I guess you learn something new every day, like.. what it’s like to be 2 inches tall.”
“Or how cool it could potentially be.” She side-glances at you, and you sit on the counter. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it was like to, i don’t know use a ruler as a diving board?”
“I have a lot of weird thoughts, but that is not one of them. Thought about sleeping in a matchbox though.”
“Close enough. I’ve thought of the ruler one more, though. Imagine swimming in a cup of soda, or somethin’,” You explain, your vision getting blurry. You yawn.
“Tired?” She asks, and you nod sleepily. She gently lifted you off of the counter, laying on her back atop the couch. She placed you on her chest. You could hear her heart beat, and her steady breathing. To be completely honest, it was a comfortable position, and you felt your face heat up when you thought more about your position. She was so cute. She cares so much about you. You loved her. You really loved her.
You could only wish she loved you too.
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, IVE BEEN WRITING IT I JUS HAVE SCHOOLWORK LOL!! I DO LOVE WRIITNG THO BUT I HAVE A COUPLE ASKS TO GET TO. ILL GET TO ALL OF THEM IT MIGHT JUST TAKE A LIL BIT IM SPEEDRUNNING THIS
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gttinyprincess · 1 year
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Could really do with some G/t Hellcheer right about now😩👌🏻🥰
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cr0g-0 · 1 year
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sosososo what does eddie do after that 'oh shit i'm hurting him' realization?? does he soften his grip and just hold him gently in his palm or does he set him down? does steve run away or stay put? i can imagine eddie just being 'no wait :(' if/when steve darts back into the walls,,,
also i know you said that eddie takes steve everywhere so would that be right from the very first moment they meet, or would eddie set out to capture steve again so that he can make sure the borrower doesn't leave?
also also have this: t!steve in eddie's lunchbox. what will he do?
ps. he can cower in fear, just sit there, maybe get into the los drogas, or perhaps just sit in there, contemplating how he went from being a badass who stabs bugs with a toothpick to a guy who's sitting in a void that is a 20 year old's lunch box sitting with a bunch of weed and a bag of fucking pretzels
ALSOO is steddie romantic, bromantic, or platonic for you?? :0
Eddie is so like-'oh shit i did a bad wait no stop trying to leave-:(' He set Steve down for a second and after a second of staring and heavy and fast breathing, he opens his mouth to speak and Steve fucking bolts away. Eddie reaches out to grab him but barely misses him, his fingers brushing Steve's tail. Steve is scared shitless and also Eddie tries to reach around inside the hole Steve escaped through and he just looks to see finger's grasping and feeling around for him. He does have nightmares that night. They are not at all good.
Eddie, who's curious but also wanting to find the little guy before another horrible heatwave hits (Cause fuck the 'it's cold and winter so borrower is stuck trope'/j I want blistering hot, you should not travel due to dehydration-) sets out commically bad traps. (all bad on purpose to lower his guard but also cause it's funny ok-)
And the best part is steve gets caught in like-a majority of these traps and it has the opposite effect that Eddie wanted and he is at a loss. He stops trying for a bit which makes Steve actually lower his guard and also food so he gets caught in a really small wire trap :( Hhsjah Steve just sitting in the lunch box like-'ig I die now????' cause Eddie put him in there without explanation cause he was in a rush.
I am always just thinking of steddie period I have no care in the world but I will say that i lean to romantic cause I can-
Also Dustin only finds Steve because somebody is irresponsible and dumb and also maybe forgot to close the lunchbox after a moment-
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itsgothgirlthyme · 6 months
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chapter 1: the plummet of doom
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stranger things g/t
hi! i had multiple asks for this so i finally wrote something for it!! i hope i can deliver, based on what i made last year. i wanna continue this story :) ugHh! summary is, dustin finds you, and its misery. until TADA steve harrington swoops in to save you. also the borrower is a fellow girly.
borrower!reader x steve harrington
pov: you're a borrower who got herself stuck in a trash can
Stuck between plastic you tried to pry yourself out of the darkness. The stench of rotten foods you’d wished you’d gotten your hands on before made you gag. Sure, you could take the smell of a dead mouse stuck inside a trap but still cry at its death. Yet this food, it smelled foul and your hand sunk into it. It collapsed under your fingers as you gingerly pulled your hand back. You grabbed onto a piece of black plastic and pulled yourself up. 
I’m such an idiot. 
You continued to climb up the mountains of garbage bags while trying not to fall. It was slick or sticky depending where you touched it. You recalled yourself earlier in the day when no one was home, other than for that stupid cat. You’d climbed onto the tabletop and were getting quite a few crumbs of bread. A victory you awaited to celebrate in the coziness of your walls. Yet when that thing meowed at you, it scared the shit out of you. Foolishly you misstepped and fallen into the depths of rotten peels and papers. Your hook had gotten stuck on thick brown paper and wouldn’t let go, and then the worst of it happened. That damn door to the entrance boomed making you freeze up. Your grip grew tighter as footsteps boomed in your direction. A familiar high-pitched voice of the house was talking to the devil cat.
Then she muttered something about the trash being taken out. That's when you hid under the flesh of fruit and held your breath. Then find yourself trying to untangle yourself from this mess. It had taken far too long to break the garbage bag, but journeying to the top of the tin became hard labor. You were dirty, sweating, and really wanted a breath of fresh air. Things you were used to feeling, but this time you weren’t sure if you’d make it. These humans, you weren’t sure where they threw out so much food waste in the first place. Your hands trembled. Would you suffocate in this pile of trash, or worse? 
You climbed up the last black bag closest to the lid. Yet you were so far away, and when you jumped your flicker of hope vanished. 
“Shit,” you squeaked as your foot went over something slick. 
You fell on top of another bag in the darkness and looked up at the ceiling. The longer you looked at the dark metal caved lid your eyes welled up. This couldn’t be it, to die due to your own foolishness. You’d expected to die due to a fight with the whiskered beast, or crushed by the hand of a human. Not being dumped into the trash due to your own skittishness (or stupidity). 
“No,” you said to yourself. You got up and slid down the trash to hit the metal can. You started to bang it in frustration, like it would open. You shouted till your throat got sore, not remembering when you’d even shouted last. Hot tears slipped down your face, at least you wouldn’t go down quietly. Yet no one would know, the mad little borrower, screaming till they could no longer breathe. 
Your knuckles stung and your tears had stopped. Then a loud creaking noise followed by being shed in golden light made you gasp. Tearful again you turned to look up and your eyes went wide. The house you borrowed from, the boy that lived there, stared down at you in awe.
“Holy shit,” he said. 
You purse your lips together and lean into the wall. 
I think I’ll die actually. 
Your thoughts were not answered as a large hand loomed over you. You ran and tried to dig your way into the garbage. When you tried to dive in further into the trash he’d gotten your leg. Pulling you out painfully slowly and you sighed. This was worse than trash death, this was so much worse. You were held upside down and you were met with his dark brown eyes. His fingers pinched your ankle and you were terrified it would break. 
“What are you?” he asked. 
A warm cloud of air hit your face causing you to swing. You stayed silent, not daring to give this kid more reason to keep you around. You hoped. Again, your hopes were crushed as he dropped you into darkness. The small space had even you feeling cramped in as you kicked the doors of it. He shushed you but that only made you kick harder. The doors wouldn’t budge but when you heard two voices you stopped. 
Then it went quiet. Then it went still. Then something zipped and you hit the ground. 
“Ow,” you muttered.
The ground under you was colored red and felt like dust. You became distracted for a moment as you put it between your fingers. Tiny rocks slipped past your fingers, and your lips parted. You realized it was quite warm as well, and when you looked up you hissed. It was a bright light that packed a lot of heat it seemed. You’d never seen it before, or maybe you had. You looked away and blinked. Seeing the outline of the light in dark colors everywhere you looked. Then you saw the kid again, staring at you. 
You stood up and already scurried off under a piece of wood. Yet he knew you were there but you couldn’t help yourself. You’d rather die trying to survive than playing his game. 
“Aw, hey buddy. I’m not going to hurt you,” his voice was now above you. 
“Buddy,” you scoffed with a brow raised. 
This kid was trying to act like a nice guy? 
“Look, uh. I don’t know if you know English actually,” he said. You looked to the other exit of the wood tunnel and started to crawl through it. “But I’m not going to hurt you, okay?” he said. When you crawled out you saw him, staring right at you. He frowned but then his face lit up. 
“Maybe you’re hungry,” he seemed determined as he scurried out of the room. You looked back at the red dust to see it stopped at… glass. Your heart dropped and you got out of the wooden tunnel. You looked around to see your worst nightmare. You were trapped in a glass box, and the only way out was up. Your heart started to pound against your chest and your hand touched it. You wanted to cry again, and you weren’t sure if it was possible to. 
Then something fell right beside you, and you looked back up. The kids' fingers pulled away and you looked back down. There was a pile of food beside you and you licked your lips. The kid told you to go ahead and eat from the same source. He called it, KitCat? Whatever it was, it took you a moment but you dug right in. It tasted like heaven to you, it melted in your mouth and was sweet. A different kind of sweet from that one time you had the peel of an apple or any other food. 
You’d sat down beside it and ate away till you were full. When you were done, you could feel his eyes burning the back of your head. You sighed, now full, at least feeling a little better, but what now? 
“My name is Dustin,” he introduced himself. 
Your brows shot up and you looked up at him. 
“Dustin,” he pointed at himself. 
The giant child was trying to have a conversation with you. You sighed, defeated, and took in a deep breath. You stood up and told him your name. This sent him into being a crazed maniac. He was giggling, gasping, and practically shouting at you. You just stared back up at him in shock at how overjoyed he was to hear you say a couple of words. You decided to stay quiet afterward, already regretting those words. You’d hidden under the wooden log and curled yourself up into a ball. You didn’t even have your damn hook anymore, you felt naked, useless. Eventually, the kid gave up, told you goodnight, and turned the lights off. Except yours. Thankfully it was a quiet night as you tried to fight off heavy eyelids. Eventually darkness, once again, got the best of you. 
You felt weightless and then your face crashed into something. You blinked your eyes open and realized you were trapped in darkness. You rubbed your eyes and your body flung toward another wall in the darkness. You hissed in response and backed up to the other wall. You steadied yourself and then your heart sank. 
Last night flashed before your eyes and now you were here. Stuck inside the trap he’d put you in last night. Going who knows where, and you couldn't fight it. You couldn’t do anything so you kicked the opening again. Nothing happened, but you did it again. You kicked again and again until you got tired. 
Being thrown into a bag and tossed around was not ideal. All the while this kid, Dustin, said nothing to you. You sat, defeated in his trap, as loud muffled noises met your ears. It scared the hell out of you, to be in this position. Would he tell other humans about you? What was he going to do with you? It made your head hurt. 
Time passed, and finally, the bag opened. You were lying down and were immediately met with new faces. They all looked wide-eyed, mouths dropped and they were all children. 
“Oh what the…” you stood up while trying to sink back into the bag. 
“What is that?” the boy with thick black hair said. 
You raised a brow at that, that. They are referring to you as it? 
Dustin told them your name and you rubbed your temple. Your neck strained looking up at a total of five new faces. Oh, you hated this, this is bad. 
“What? Did you name it?” the boy with a bandana tied around his head asked. 
“It’s my own name,” you spoke up. 
All eyes snapped to you and you stayed seated. You looked over your shoulder and your eyes went wide. All you could see were patches of long thick green grass. 
“This is insane,” the redhead girl said. 
“Isn’t it so cool?” Dustin said giddily. 
You followed the conversation, kinda, but eventually, you lost track of the topics. Something about a creature named Dart, and how Dustin found you. You hopped over the ledge and your feet were met with a soft ground. The blades of grass met your height and the edge of your lips tugged upward. You reached a hand out to touch it but then you got scooped up into a warm hand. 
Damnit. 
You struggled against their grip but their fingers just tightened around you. The world spun until you were met by the kids' faces again. They started to blur in front of you and your breath started to get shallow. Once again you’d faded into darkness. 
It had been a couple of days of being handled and biting your tongue. You’d still been staying in Dustin’s glass box, which was called an “aqua-something” you couldn’t remember. You’d occasionally see his pet “turtle” slowly walking around on the floor. You sat on the log with your head in your hands. Trying to think of a way out of the cage, since Dustin put down the mesh top on it. You were close to escape two nights ago but had managed to mess up your leg. It wasn’t till you were awkwardly walking around in the morning he’d made the connection.
You perked up when you heard the door and slid under the log. You watched Dustin walk in on his lonesome. That was odd, usually the other kids joined him to just watch you (creepy). He flopped onto the bed and huffed. You rested your hands on the log and watched him look sad. It actually made your heart crack at the sight. Dustin hadn’t treated you horribly, but not amazingly either. Yet, you knew human children were complicated. You’d heard his mom complain about his teenage years when you were still in the walls.
Your brows furrowed and you huffed. Yep, now you remembered why you hated him. He took you away from your quiet, peaceful life which would have ended in a trashy death. When you zoned back into reality Dustin was no longer in bed. The hairs on your neck rose as a shadow loomed over you. Exhausted, you just let him pick you up into his warm palms. He held you in a loose fist and you stared up at him. 
“You’re still mad at me?” he asked. 
You didn’t say anything and he sighed. Clearly, you were still upset over him holding you so tightly you’d passed out. The first time he showed you to his friends, he’d left bruises for days all over your ribs. They were sore alongside your pride, now with the addition of a possibly broken leg. 
“I’m sorry,” he repeated for the millionth time. You looked away with little to no interest in his words. If you had any power over him, it was this. You didn’t give him what he wanted, and he’d leave you alone. Most of the time. This time he’d placed you in his backpack which had duck tape all over one side. You were surrounded by duck tape on the inside as well and pressed yourself up against it. He’d travel in silence the entire time and that freaked you out. The kid was always talking your ear off, even when you were pretending to not listen. Honestly, the things he said confused you but again, interested you. 
In the darkness, you finally heard Dustin whispering. Another voice whispered back and soon enough you were jostled in the bag. You landed on your bad leg and bit down a yelp. The sound of the zipper was followed by light. You dragged yourself to the corner of the pocket and were still shed by a shadow. 
“Dude, what are you talking about? There's nothing here,” a guy said. 
“She’s probably hiding, hold on,” Dustin said. 
Damn right, I am. 
You pressed your back against the wall and hugged your knee to your chest. You blinked in surprise as the surface below you tipped. You started to slide and you had nothing to grab onto. Your good leg met with a hard surface and the bag disappeared. Your eyes darted around you and you found out you were on an open table. Escape was possible. 
“What the–” you heard as Dustin cut off the voice. 
“Right?” Dustin introduced you to the voice.
You slowly turned around to be met with someone older for once. You take a step back and cringe at the pain shooting up your leg. The guy looked at you with wide brown eyes but they softened. His tense shoulders relaxed and his brows furrowed. He put his hands on the table and he looked at Dustin. 
“She’s scared, and looks like hell,” he said. Soon enough loud voices filled your ears as you started to step away to the edge of the table. You looked down at the drop which would surely end you. A shiver ran up your spine and you looked over your shoulder. 
Steve watched you and his chest cracked at the sight. You were pale and were shaking like a leaf. Not to mention the limp in your walk. You’d been handled by Dustin and his knucklehead friends. He ran a hand through his hair and put a hand on his hip. He’d dealt with weird shit before but you were something entirely new. He didn’t want to freak you out, considering Dustin had helped in that department already. 
“Okay okay,” Steve tapped the table, “Dustin, I’m taking her.” 
“What?” Dustin asked and your head snapped to Steve. 
Steve’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. “I mean, they’ll just stay with me. Dustin, clearly you’ve done enough.”
Dustin tried to fight his idea, claiming you’d been “found” by him. If anything you helped him, you vividly remember going insane in a trash can. That led him to opening it, so you really saved yourself, kinda.
“Dustin, just look at her,” Steve pointed at you. 
Dustin’s anger washed away but no words followed. 
“Steve!” Robin shouted from the other side of the doors. 
“Yeah, I heard you!” Steve shouted back. 
You jumped and he apologized immediately. Your tiny face finally looked up at him but he couldn’t detect your emotions. Once Dustin recapped Steve on what had happened up to this point, Robin burst in. 
“Jesus,” Steve jumped and turned around to face her. He moved himself to cover you from her vision as Robin started to complain to him. 
“C’mon doofus, it's my break time,” Robin exclaimed and continued to complain. 
Your heart raced as you let Steve’s silhouette cover you from her eyes. Dustin kept looking at you but you could never meet his eyes. You sidestepped closer to Steve and the edge of the table. Your head was spinning, and you were losing sight of your escape plan “the plummet of doom” you’d called it 5 minutes ago. 
“Oh my god, what is that?” you heard and you looked upward.
Robin, Steve, and Dustin loomed over you. Your heart plummeted to your stomach and you slid off the table. You hugged a leg of the table and made your way down. Shouts followed and then your fingers gave out. Hair whipped your face as you shut your eyes tight. Instead of being met with a hard floor you were met with something soft. You opened your eyes to see Steve staring down at you, inches away. Your face flushed at the closeness while he looked startled. His fingers cave in around you to hold you still and you don’t move.
“Jesus, who jumps off a ledge like that?” was the first thing he blurted.
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mx-kay · 2 years
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Eddie Munson x Tiny!Reader One Shot
Trigger Warning: Swearing, mentions of drug use, small traces of unintentional fearplay
Disclaimers: I don’t own Eddie Munson or Stranger Things, that goes to Netflix and the Duffer Brothers. I also don’t know a ton about DnD. While I’m currently doing a bunch of research, I might still mess up. Feel free to correct any mistakes I might make.
Rating: T, SFW
Word Count: 1166
Extra: This is a scrapped rough draft of the meeting scene between Eddie and the reader for my upcoming fanfic (if you would like to be included in the tag list for that story, DM me or leave a comment). I loved this version too much to delete it, but I decided to go a different way with the story and couldn’t use this anymore. Hope you enjoy!
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The loud rustle of the doorway curtains being drawn completely froze you. Goosebumps crawled across your skin and you felt your stomach drop. It felt as if your lungs all but stopped working as footsteps sounded in the direction of your current hideout.
You were no longer alone.
Setting down the die you still clung to, you swung your head from both ends of the cardboard divider. I’m technically blocked from the rest of the table, you assured yourself. You knew for a fact that no one in the Hellfire Club even thought of looking in your current position, lest they face the wrath of their infamous Dungeon Master. Eddie didn’t like people looking at his campaign notes, and you honestly couldn’t blame him. You’d seen him pour hours into coming up with his campaigns, sometimes staying until it was time for the school to be locked up for the night. Even then, he’d often show up the next day to add things he’s done at home. The head of the table was his area, and everyone knew it like an unspoken rule. Whoever had come in was probably just here to pick up something they’d left and leave. The only way you’d be spotted was if-
The dark, messy curls that came into view made you want to sob. Of all the people who could have showed up, of course it was Eddie himself. The only person who would ever check your makeshift hiding spot. There was no running in this situation, no hiding. There was no way out of the fact that he was going to spot you the moment he sat down. You were out of place, a foreign object, his eyes would instantly be drawn to you.
So make it look like you belong. It was a brief thought, but currently your best one. Blend in. The table was covered in little figurines, one similar in height to you and some non-human. You’d blend right in. Seconds before he looked up, you froze with your arms crossed and your tail curled beside your feet.
It felt like the world stopped when your eyes met. From far off his eyes had always appeared black in color, like his pupils were blown out of proportion. Now, so close to you, you could see the real color. A deep, rich brown filled his doe-shaped eyes, framed by long, dark lashes. A spark of mischief shone brightly within them, an emotion he seemed to hold to every time you saw him.
He blinked, tilting his head slightly in confusion, and your world came back to you. There was a human, a giant, sitting barely two feet from you. If anything, it was more like he was hovering over you. He eclipsed your entire view, his shadow like a dark sea laid over you. Whatever emotion you had just been feeling was dragged down by an overpowering sense of fear. The feeling of your skin crawling came back to you with a vengeance as eyes bigger than your head stared down at you. Your world no longer existed. It was simply Eddie Munson.
You tried to keep from shaking. Your legs felt like they’d give out any second and your eyes began to water, but any odd twitch would give you away. If you wanted out of this, you had to play the part. Blend in. Be a figurine.
“Now what is this?” His voice was low, but your close proximity seemed to amplify it. It took everything to not flinch at the sound. He leaned in closer, eyes squinting slightly as he studied you. Don’t blink. Don’t move. Don’t breathe.
A hand the size of a semi breached your view, and instinct took over.
Coherent thoughts ceased to form, the only thing ringing through your head being a never ending mantra of run. Not wasting a single moment, you turned opposite of his hand and ran like hell.
You heard a loud exclamation of “Jesus fucking shit!” before a massive crash shook the table. A small part of you was curious to see what had just transpired behind you, but you were too close to escaping to risk it. You didn’t even check to see if your hook was still secure when you reached it. The string swung wildly as you slid down it, not caring if your hands and feet received burns when you slowed slightly to land.
You caught a glimpse of Eddie through the chair and table legs, unhooking his leg from the arm of his chair while trying to turn himself over. He mumbled out a string of curses as you unhook your climbing rope from the tabletop and continued running. Hope flared though you as you saw the small opening at the foot of the wall.
“Hey, wait!” you heard called from behind. For just a moment, a quick second, you did. Grabbing onto the side of the entrance, you turned.
He was sprawled out across the floor on his stomach, looking frazzled. His eyes were wide, clothes slightly rumpled and hair slightly messier than usual. You realized he must have bit his lip during the fall as blood dripped down his chin. Something in you felt guilty, wanting to apologize.
You instead turned back forward and raced into the wall, not stopping until you reached your home and collapsed into your bed.
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It didn’t matter if he knew he hadn’t taken any drugs today, Eddie Munson swore he was high. There was no other explanation. Either he simply didn’t remember taking it or someone had somehow slipped it to him, he was high.
There was absolutely no way a tiny mouse person actually existed. Mouse-human hybrid? Mouseman? Humouse?
God, he must have really hit his head. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth from where he’d bit the shit out of his lip. He groaned, pushing himself up from the floor. His right arm protested at the weight, another injury to add to the list. He was lucky to not have landed on his face and bust up his nose.
He’d come in simply to drop off a few things for the next adventure of his campaign. A couple of miniatures and papers that still sat in his bag at the moment. He hadn’t expected to find an odd miniature behind the DM screen, much less that it would start moving while inches away from his face. The sudden movement had spooked him, his leg somehow got hooked to the arm of his throne, and here he was. On the floor.
Shaking his head, Eddie stood and walked from the room. Whatever had happened, it couldn’t have been real. “I’m just tired and probably high,” he muttered to himself, “Not real. Just a hallucination. Not real.”
But something nagged at him. Some part of him, the part that loved fantasy and impossible odds and believed in the unreal, wished to answer one simple question. What if it was real?
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Idk if this counts as fearplay vore, but what if Eddie had to save a borrower (Y/N if you want) from the freezing outdoors, but in order to save them from dying from hypothermia Eddie has to store them. Eventually they’ll be let out once Eddie makes it back to his place where it’s warmer where he’ll give them warm foods/tea/bath/candles and they’ll become good friends
Baby it's cold outside...
It's not an Eddie fic since I've already done a winter vore fic for him, so I'm stealing this opportunity for a ship I enjoy but had yet to write for.
Giant Billy x fairy Chrissy
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The sound of snow crunching fills the air, a rapid noise mixing with gasps and sniffles which fill the air.
Chrissy's running as fast as she can, trying to put as much distance between herself and the beast hunting her down as she can. But the thick layer of snow covering the ground slows her, lungs burning with each breath of the harsh icy air.
She gasps now faced with a broken and out of place brick wall. Any other day she might have wondered about the structure. Who built it? Had there been plans to make a little house in the woods? Why had construction ceased? But now wasn't the time for curiosity. She eyes the structure, if only her wings hadn't been wrecked she could've flown over the wall with ease.
The iridescent appendages give a small flutter at the thought, sending a wave of white hot pain through the fae's back. Chrissy gasps loudly, falling against the brick. Unable to do anything but watch with wide teary eyes as the tabby slows down to stalk towards her instead. Aware that the chase is clearly over now.
There's nowhere left to run.
End of the line.
Chrissy whimpers, cowering in the cat's shadow. She wasn't ready to leave this life just yet. There is however a glimmer of hope as the cat is spooked, heavy footfalls making their way over to the tiny.
"Oi, get out of here!" The loud boom of a man's voice startles her into looking up. A human towers high above her, showing the cat away from the tiny and into the bushes. He watches for a moment, making sure it's gone before he turns his attention to Chrissy who has plastered herself up against the wall.
She watches on as the man crouches down before her, like a collapsing building. "No...please" she begs softly as a hand plants itself in the snow so that he can lean in closer to get a better look
"You're shitting me" the giant mumbles around the unlit cigarette caught between his lips. Wide blue eyes slowly drag over her tiny form as he processes what he's seeing. His freehand inches towards her and Chrissy gasps running from it, along the wall. "Shit!" The giant exclaims behind her and suddenly her exit is blocked by a large hand. In her panic to slow down, Chrissy stumbles backwards onto her backside. Her eyes immediately darting to the side, staring up at the giant with wide fearful eyes.
"Please" she sniffles, shivering from the cold. The giant runs his tongue against his bottom lip as he thinks, those bright blue eyes watching her closely like a hawk."you're one of those tiny people" he murmurs, looking her over "so small." Chrissy gasps watching the hand she had almost run into, lift and curl. Leaving his index finger out to stretch towards the borrower.
"Please!" She scoots backwards with a hiccuped sob, raising her arm in a pitiful attempt to shield herself. It gives the hand pause.
"I'm not gonna hurt you darling." Admittedly he has a kind sounding voice. "It's cold out, love and those wings look like they need some care." Chrissy peeks up at the giant from where she sits. "I can help" he offers and almost immediately Chrissy is shaking her he. "N...no, no. I can look after myself?" She stumbles over her words.
The giant raises an eyebrow "oh really?" His question feels heavy in the winter air. "Cause from where I was standing it looked like that cat back there was gonna have tinker bell for breakfast." His choice in wording is blunt and has the hair on Chrissy's neck raising.
It's a horrific mental image. After all, cats like to play with their food. That's the only reason she'd survived earlier, the tabby had been too interested in catching the fairy and batting her around. How long would it have taken for the cat to get bored? Had it already lost interest when the giant had stumbled upon them? If he had been just a few minutes later-
Chrissy hiccups, looking up at him with big sad blue eyes that tug at his heart. "Please, I just want to go home" she begs. It tugs at the human's heart. "And you can" he nods, voice softening now. "I just want to help fix your pretty wings first. Then I'll bring you back and drop you off wherever you need." Chrissy chews her lip, looking for a moment as if she might decline him again.
"I understand you don't trust me, but we both know you won't last long grounded like this" he pleads with her "just let me help" he asks softly.
He's right, she knows he is. So with a sigh, she hesitantly nods, watching those blue eyes light up as she agrees with him. The giant moves slowly laying his hand down on the ground; palm up. "Take your time" he murmurs, letting her go at her own pace.
Chrissy looks from his hand to his face. He wanted her to climb into his hand? She supposes that makes sense, how else would he take her with him? Maybe she's just suprised that he hadn't grabbed her?
She pushes herself up onto her feet, eyeing his hand warily. "Take your time" he repeats the soft encouragement, his gaze watching her carefully.
Chrissy takes a breath as she climbs up into his hand, the pillowy flesh of his palm dipping beneath her as she crawls into the middle of his hand to sit down. It feels surreal; the warmth of his skin beneath her, the twitch of muscles in his hand. It only serves to set her further on edge.
"There we go, sweetheart" Billy praises as he moves to stand, bringing his hand closer to cradle her against his chest. Chrissy gasps as she's raised up, feeling like she's leaving her stomach behind.
Billy fills the air with idle chatter as he walks, heading back across the park towards his apartment block. Chrissy shivers despite the warmth of Billy's hand, huddling into his chest. Billy's eyes flick down at the action, heart squeezing at the sight of the tiny cuddled up into him.
"You're cold," he points out. "I'll be fine," she murmurs. Billy doesn't hear her argument out, instead moving to slip her into the space between his woolly scarf and neck.
It's warmer here and Chrissy presses herself to Billy's neck trying to sap as much heat from him as possible. The muscles shift against her and his skin buzzes with the sound of his voice. She tenses when his throat bobs against her with a swallow. "That any better, little one?"
He doesn't let her speak "you're still so cold, little one" he mumbles after a while. "We're still a fair walk from home." It no longer sounds like he's talking to her, more so muttering to himself.
With a sigh of defeat, Billy scoops the tiny from where she rests between his neck and scarf. "I didn't want to do this.." he says with a frown.
She pushes herself up onto her hands and knees, turning her head to stare up at the human with panicked wide blue eyes as he holds her up to his face.
"Gonna keep you warm, yeah?" He murmurs softly. "What are you going to do?" She asks, nerves creeping into her voice. "I know it's hard. But trust me, I'm trying to help." His words do nothing to alleviate her nerves or give away his plan.
Looking at her like this Chrissy can't help but think that the giant resembles the cat that had chased her down earlier. That same predatory look swimming in his icy blue eyes and in that moment Chrissy realises the horrible mistake she's made.
Then his hand is moving and Chrissy's eyes widen in terror as plump pink lips part. Perfect white teeth frame slick red flesh. She screams as he moves to place the edge of his palm against his bottom lip. Chrissy scrambles to move in his hand, falling onto her backside in her haste to back up.
But it's too late.
The fairy slips forwards, spilling out onto the surface of Billy's tongue. She cries out as the teeth click shut behind her. "Please don't do this!" She begs trying to push herself up onto her hands and knees. The maw is warm and slick, the tongue coming up to gently lick the side of her face. A hum vibrates the cavern around her.
Billy closes his eyes giving her a few licks without much thought. This wasn't his first time swallowing a tiny, but he was more accustomed to the one that lived in his apartment walls. This was different. This one was completely wild, it didn't seem like she had even seen many humans before.
Hopefully Eddie could back him up when he got home. He could explain to her that Billy hadn't lied. No doubt she wouldn't trust any explanation the giant tried to give her.
He tilts his head back, his heart giving a particularly painful clench at the feeling of her tiny hands scrambling desperately against his tongue and her choked up cries for him to just let her go.
What a cruel bastard he is.
Taking a deep breath he swallows, feeling her slip into his gullet with ease. So small. He can feel her tiny form sink deeper into his chest as he begins to walk once more, a hand resting over his abdomen as he waits to feel her slip into his stomach, and God when she does. Warmth spreads out from his stomach, racing across his skin all the way to his fingertips. It feels so perfect, so right to have her tiny weight settle within him. He can't bask in the moment however, he has a 'fairy?' To get home.
"Sorry darling, I promise you're okay" he mutters finally making it to the woods exit. Her pleas are much quieter now, filled with hiccupping sobs. He feels like a monster for scaring the poor girl, but there's not much he can do now. He speeds up his walk.
It's not long before he reaches his apartment, kicking the door closed behind himself. Billy pulls off his boots, leaving them by the door as he heads to the kitchen. "Eddie?" He calls out, eyeing the little hole in the wall. He calls a few more times but there's no response. Looks like he's dealing with this one by himself. Great. He pulls out some leftover stew which he tips into a pan to reheat. Food makes everyone feel better, hopefully the same goes for fae.
Pulling out a bowl Billy fills it with warm water, setting that off to the side as he hunches over the counter. "Gonna let you out now, little one. Hold still for me." He can feel her squirm as the walls collapse in around her, pushing her up. Soon he can feel her spill out onto his tongue and quickly reaches in to pull her out, dragging her body along his tongue causes him to shiver.
She huddles in on herself as Billy stares down at her "your okay darling. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry I scared you." Those big blue eyes tug at his heartstrings. She doesn't respond. God, he wishes Eddie were here.
"I'm heating up some stew for you, I thought you might be hungry." And there's the confusion again. He's feeding her? Why? He ate her. "I also got you a little bath ready. Didn't think you'd want to sit around in soaked clothes while I fixed you up"
Fixed her up? He still wanted to help her? "Eddie left some of his clothes here, so you can borrow some of those while I wash yours. He won't mind" Eddie? Who's that? Is he like her? Another fairy?
"You still want to help me?" Is all she can manage to stammer. Billy nods, giving her a sympathetic look. "Of course" he nods "if you'll let me."
Billy sets the fairy down on the kitchen island behind him, setting a tea towel beside the bowl along with a chunk of soap and some of Eddie's clothes fresh from the dryer which he cuts the shirt back low so her wings can be free.
He can always make Eddie a new shirt. He turns his back to her, focusing on the stew as she bathes. When he gets the all clear, he turns back around and nearly coos at the sight. Eddie's clothes completely dwarf her tiny frame making her look even smaller than she is.
"Better?" He asks with a soft smile as he retrieves her clothes, adding them to the pile of clothes to wash. The fairy gives a shy nod "yes, thank you."
Billy offers her his hand and hesitantly she climbs onto it. He ferries her across to the kitchen counter where he's dished himself up a bowl of stew along with using Eddie's own kitchen ware for Chrissy to use.
They eat in silence, with Chrissy keeping her eyes down. "So I was thinking, I could have a look at your wings and hopefully I can mend them for you. Yeah?" Billy says placing both of their bowls into the sink to be washed later.
The day is long, but true to his word, Billy does end up managing to repair her wings. But he can't risk her flying while she recovers.
"I know you're keen to get home, but stay a few days here so I can keep an eye on you and make sure your wings are healing." The giant pleads with her and to his suprise, despite being shy around the human. She agrees with ease.
Now he could only hope that she'd get along well with Eddie.
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imagine Eddie finding a borrower like-…passed out on the kitchen counter and he ends up placing them on his pillow on his bed and covers em’ up with a blanket to watch over them🥺, I need this to happen to meeee
SAMEEEEEEE- OMG. JUST IMAGINEEEE- and then when u wake up he comforts you and explains that he’s not gonna hurt you-
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