#g/t stranger things

[sviolet-sizefeels]

How much do you want to bet he was losing his cool the whole time...

[itsgothgirlthyme]

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. 

[gt-preys]

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.

[cyncerity]

this isn’t my usual content but i could not rest until i drew this

this is kinda a “secret world of arriety” type au (if you’ve ever read “the borrower” or “the littles” book series, think of those) but with stranger things!

idk how much i’ll do with the idea cause stranger things isn’t my main hyperfixation, but i’m in love with this idea

[gtraccoon]

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

a

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

secrets

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

[smolkuriboh27]

Attention Stranger Things fans!

I'm making a gt server!

It's in the barebones stage right now, but I hope it really kicks off.

A couple of things to note. This is a primarily sfw server. However, there are spaces set aside for 18+, nsfw, and vore. These spaces are seperate from the general chat. You will need permission to access them.

Enjoy and please be respectful!

https://discord.gg/T4yFarHAwq

[qulizalfos]

strawberry wine by noah kahan playing softly in the background :)

yall this is a redraw of one of my favorite scenes from chapter 2 of homesick. by the amazing talented kind and wonderful wayli @wayward-sherlock and basically i cannot urge you to read this fic enough - the prose, the characterization, the dialogue and the vibes are all IMPECCABLE and so, so vivid. wayli's eloquence is super impactful and i adore every sentence. also the depth and thought and care that has gone into it is INSANE. you would not believe it. genuinely. thank u so much for letting me beta this wayli i cannot emphasize enough what an HONOR it is and i love u sm<3333

click for quality, closeups under the cut🫡

[reborrowing]

calendar names forced me to give my ocs actual birthdays so happy birthday Hollow!

Hes still not convinced it's a good idea to deal with humans, but Phoebe makes a good argument

[pinkiedev]

Payback Ch. 1

A Stranger Things AU where Steve Harrington gets shrunk down to five inches tall, and one Eddie Munson is the one who finds him. Now, if only Eddie didn't think this was all a drug-induced hallucination.

Set in post-Season 3 but pre-Season 4!

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Steve was not having a good day. 

Was this particularly surprising? Maybe a couple of years ago, yeah. 

However, after having survived a whopping three attempts from what an average joe would not be far off from correct by calling demons from hell, well. Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly atypical for Steve to no longer have only good days.

The difference now, however, was that he wasn’t currently in the midst of fighting an impending apocalypse or the related monsters, he wasn’t having nightmares about either of said scenarios, and he wasn’t even suffering through a more monotonous than usual day at the video store. 

No, today, Steve woke up and immediately realized several things were amiss, a task made easy considering the fact that there was 1) no roof over his head, 2) there was instead a shockingly high up canopy of trees interspersed with clear blue skies, 3) he had a headache to rival the time he’d gotten his face beaten in by Billy, and 4) the grass around his stood at about waist high.

Yeah, that fourth realization had come around as soon as he’d shot upright in a blind panic, hands clutching at his head as he'd let out a pained groan.

Now, several hours later, Steve could quite assuredly give three additional claims that were likely facts: he was undeniably lost, his headache had thankfully abated, and he was currently the height of a fucking goddamned soda can. 

He knew that last one because he’d stumbled across a can of pop and found that the top of his head just reached the lip of it.

Which was absolutely fantastic.

He had half a mind to think this was all some sort of messed up dream, but he was unfortunately well aware that he was not nearly imaginative enough for that, and he hadn’t been to any parties recently where he could’ve been slipped some drugs that might’ve been able to make up for his innate deficiency.

So it was pretty safe to say that this was real, and he was probably going to die.

Why would this being real mean he would probably die, you might wonder?

Well, the answer was more reasonable than you’d expect:

He was being chased by a goddamned rodent that was nearly double his size.

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Eddie snapped out of his daze at the sound of a shrill scream, his chin slipping off from where it’d been propped up against his palm at the abrupt break in the relative silence around him.

He sat up on the wood bench, wincing at the drag of the splintering grain against his jeans, and scanned the trees around him. 

Nothing. 

His brows furrowed minutely, and he stubbed his joint against his metal lunchbox, tapping out the ash and shoving it inside a baggie in the tin.

Maybe he was just hearing things? he mused, turning the thought over in his head before giving a mental shrug. Well -

His eyes snapped back up. There it was again! - a shout. High pitched in the sense that it was at such a quiet decibel, followed by the sound of rustling leaves. 

His head slowly tilted to the side, and he leaned his whole body with the motion to peer around the picnic table and towards where the noise had emanated from.

“...Hello?” he called out cautiously, dragging out the word, gaze darting around as he found himself rising from his seat. He crouched down when he heard another rustle followed by a yelp.

That was definitely coming from somewhere close to the ground, and it sounded deceptively… not like an animal, Eddie thought, squinting his eyes as he scanned the leaf litter in the grass.

Movement had his head snapping to the left just in time to track it, and he sprang forth without another thought, the motion more of an awkward frog leap because of his stance, and saw -

What the hell? 

It - what?

That was a person.

An itty bitty person, face hidden by their mussed up hair and only their waist and up visible through the foliage, but what Eddie was pretty sure was a human - or, at the very least, very human-like - nonetheless. 

One being chased by a very disgruntled looking mouse.

For a second, Eddie found himself just staring at the completely incomprehensible scene, thoughts dazedly somewhere along the line of ‘wow, I’ve finally actually lost it and my mind’s entered some fucked up Alice in Wonderland type shit, hasn’t it?’ but he snapped out of it as the teeny tiny person gave another yell when the mouse snapped at them, the rodent’s teeth momentarily snagging on the back of the teeny's shirt.

Eddie’s hand darted forward unthinkingly, and, from one moment to the next, he had a fistful of person held up in front of his face, the mouse giving an aborted squeak and darting away as soon as he made his move.

Meanwhile, the being (?) squirmed in his hand, having first given a shout in surprise at suddenly being caught before letting out grunts and puffs of air as they tried to push fruitlessly at his fingers, their tiny, miniscule little hands shoving at his skin and hardly doing anything but leaving the faintest of indents. 

Eddie blinked rapidly, bringing them closer to his face. 

He’d smoked weed today, sure - when did he not? - but it’d never given him hallucinations before. 'Cause that’s sure as hell what this had to be. A hallucination, that is.

There was no other explanation for the fact that, staring right back up at him, face frozen in a mixture of shock and burgeoning dread, was none other than Steve fucking Harrington.

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WOOT WOOT

Ch. 2

[sviolet-sizefeels]

Don't worry he's got quick reflexes... Like a ninja 😉

[itsgothgirlthyme]

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. 

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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.

[gt-preys]

Puddles

Giant Billy x tiny Steve

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It's raining heavily for the first time in months.

The clear sky had darkened quickly, pleasant blue skies becoming overtaken by dull grey clouds which opened up to drench the world below.

Unfortunately for Steve he had left his umbrella at home. It had only taken one large droplet to soak Steve though to the bone. Not that he's suprised by that. It's to be expected when you're only four inches tall.

Sure, being tiny has its perks but dealing with the weather is not one of them. It's very easy for tinies to overheat, get cold quickly and such but the worst comes with the rain.

It's not unheard of for a tiny to be swept away by a sudden rainfall, disappear down a weather drain or god forbid, drown in a shallow pool of rainwater.

Steve's usually cautious of the weather, but today it slipped his mind. Today he hadn't checked the forecast and now he's dealing with the consequences.

His clothes are heavy where they hang off of his frame, the fabric sticks to his skin and makes him feel cold and clammy.

He should be paying more attention to where he's walking, but his mind drifts and wanders, excited at the prospect of getting home. Already stuck on the idea of warming up by the fire or maybe he'd heat up some of the stew he made from the night before, that would certainly warm him up.

Steve's thrown from his thoughts as the floor beneath his foot disappears, sending him forwards into a dip in the path that he hadn't noticed. A puddle. Cold water envelopes him as his body hits the surface. He coughs and sputters as he resurfaces, legs kicking in a desperate attempt to keep himself above water.

Steve swims to the edge of the puddle, clawing at the rough concrete wall as he tries to pull himself back up onto the path. But it's useless and he slips back into the water. "Help!" He cries out through a rough cough "I'm stuck!"

To his suprise a pair of black boots come to a stop at the edge of the puddle. "Hey! Down here!" He yells frantically. "Calm down, I see you" comes a smooth voice from way up above. Steve can't see much more than a silhouette with how dark it is and how tall the figure is.

The figure in question crouches down to get closer to the pavement. "Got yourself in a bit of trouble there, haven't you" the voice chuckles. Steve wants to bite back that he doesn't find this funny. But he doesn't, too thankful to see large fingers reaching towards him.

Steve's not a fan of being manhandled but right now he'll put up with it if it means finally getting out of the frigid water.

"Be careful" please. His voice is soft with an edge of nerves as thick fingers pinch beneath his armpits. "Don't worry, I've got you" the voice is softer this time he speaks, reassuring as the giant plucks Steve from the water.

The tiny grips the fingers as he's raised up, his stomach rolls as he's moved. The fingers deposit him into an open palm, the skin beneath him is warm against his shivering form. "There we go" the voice mumbles, a finger gently brushing down his back.

Finally looking up at his saviour Steve is a little in awe to find that the giant is in fact a very handsome man.

Big blue eyes roam over the tiny in his hand. A pretty tanned face is framed by long blonde curls, a moustache sits above a pair of full pink lips.

"You like what you see, pretty boy?" Those pink lips part to flash him a grin full of white teeth. Heat rises in Steve's cheeks at the giant's words. Pretty boy. "I um... thanks for helping me" he mumbles shyly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he dodges the giant's question.

Of all the times a good looking guy could notice him, it had to be when he almost drowned in a puddle of all things. Smooth Steve, smooth.

"No worries" the giant chuckles as he moves to stand back up. Steve gasps, hands planting firmly against the palm to stabilise himself. "Would have been cruel of me to just leave you like that" the giant moves to hold Steve so the two can be face to face.

"Besides, it's not like I'm not getting something for my troubles" the blonde grins and Steve frowns in confusion. "What?" He tilts his head at the words. Steve's oblivious reaction seems to spurn the giant on, his grin stretching even wider. "Well, I think I deserve a little reward for saving you and you need to warm up. If you catch my drift" he raises an eyebrow at the tiny.

Steve shrinks back a little as it dawns on him what this giant is suggesting. "I-I'm not really sure...about that" he stammers nervously "I don't even know you." Steve had only really been stored once before and even then it had been out of a mutual curiosity between himself and his friend Eddie. Eddie had decided he enjoyed the experience and went on to share the experience with his little sweetheart Chrissy. Steve however, was still on the fence about the whole situation.

The giant's grin softens to something sweeter, more charming. "I'm Billy. Do I get to know your name now or should I just keep calling you pretty boy?" Once again Billy has Steve blushing.

"It's Steve. I mean me, I'm Steve" he introduces himself, watching as the giant repeats his name as if testing it out. "I like it, it suits you" Billy smiles.

"See, now we know each other a bit better" he chuckles. It's obvious to him that the tiny is still hesitant on the idea. "You don't have to say yes" he starts, drawing the tiny's attention "I can put you in my pocket, but I can't guarantee that it'll be comfortable or warm" he runs a gentle finger down Steve's back.

Steve can't help but relax under those soft blue eyes. "You're just gonna store me, right?" He worries his lip. He feels insane for even considering giving in to Billy's request. He's a total stranger! "Just storing" the blonde confirms with a small smile "just till I can get home and dry you off, I promise" Billy holds out his pinky to Steve. The digit is almost the same size as Steve, pulling a laugh from the tiny man. "Promise" Steve agrees, holding the tip of Billy's pinky with both of his hands.

"Alright, pretty boy" Billy smiles, pulling his finger back "you ready?" He asks and Steve can't help but feel appreciative that the blonde is checking in with him, not just throwing him straight in at the deep end.

Steve nods stiffly "y-yeah. Yeah, I am" his words are laced with anxiety but he doesn't feel the need to back out.

"Okay then" Steve swallows as Billy moves his hand closer to his face, squeezing his eyes shut as warm air wafts over him. The smell of cigarettes and minty breath hit him and then there's a gentle press to the top of his head, Steve frowns, opening his eyes as Billy pulls back. "Relax, Steve" Billy mumbles softly and all he can see are those plush pink lips. The tiny's cheeks darken as he realises what has just occured.

Billy had kissed him. Only on the top of his head, but still. A kiss is a kiss. Especially from someone so handsome.

"I like that" the blonde rumbles with a chuckle "pink looks good on you, pretty boy" he says referring to the man's flushed pink cheeks.

Billy moves forwards once more, this time his lips part to allow his tongue to slip out, the slick red muscle drags up Steve's cheek. The blonde pulls back, tongue retreating back between his lips with a pleased hum. "You taste just as sweet as you look" Billy compliments appreciatively and to Steve's suprise he finds himself flustered by the odd compliment. "Oh um thank you" he replies with a huffed laugh. This man made him feel so strange.

He's handsome, charming and so warm it makes Steve feel soft.

He's not one for being held but he can't help but think that maybe he wouldn't mind it so much if Billy's the one holding him.

Billy's free hand returns, his thumb and forefinger pinching the tiny once more beneath his arms. "Don't worry pretty boy, I'll take good care of you" he's raised up above Billy's face as the giant tilts his head back. Steve's grateful that the street is empty and it's dark out. He'd probably die if someone were to witness this.

Sure, storing is fairly normalised. But it's still something usually done in private. It's a pretty intimate thing after all. Something typically reserved for partners, not random strangers.

Steve looks down, to watch Billy's lips part once again. Opening wide to reveal a seemingly endless cavernous maw. His tongue slips out to meet the tiny's legs halfway. It trails along his calves as he's lowered into the giant's mouth. Soft pink lips close around his waist, holding his body in place as the fingers leave his body.

Billy exhales through his nose, a pleased hum vibrates through the tiny. Steve swallows nervously, his hands coming to rest against the plush flesh of the man's top lip. A finger comes to rest against the top of Steve's head, looking across Billy's face the tiny finds those blue eyes staring back at him, half lidded in a lazy pleased look.

The finger gives a light press and Steve slips his arms between Billy's lips as the giant begins to feed more of the tiny's body into his mouth. Steve passes easily between his lips, slipping onto his tongue and sending a burst of flavour across his taste buds. Billy rights his head and begins to walk as he laps at the tiny.

Steve gasps as the tongue begins to drag over him, sweeping against the small amounts of bare skin. He twists onto his stomach in order to get more comfortable. His palms sink into the soft squishy muscle beneath him. Curiously he brushes his hand across the muscle drawing a groan from the back of Billy's throat.

The tongue below bucks upwards to pin Steve to the roof of the giant's mouth, pressing into the tiny's form as it drags back and forth. The motion draws a gasp of surprise from Steve, not having expected the sudden shift. The muscle holds him firmly in place as Billy swallows around him, the suction pulling at him but he remains in place.

Billy lets him back down for one more round of tasting as he crosses the road, hands slipping into his pockets as he walks. From the outside no one would even guess that he's doing anything more than sucking on a hard candy. No one would even know Steve's in there. It's Billy's little secret.

He quite likes the idea of that.

Steve hidden in plain sight.

What a thought.

Billy places his hand against his neck, pausing in his walk for a moment as he tilts his head back, feeling Steve's small form slide to the back of his mouth. Then with a soft swallow the little weight on his tongue disappears and soon a lump is pressing outwards into his palm as it slips down his throat and behind his collarbone. The blonde releases a small blissful sigh, allowing his eyes to slip closed.

He enjoys the feeling of Steve slipping into his stomach. "You really hit the spot, pretty boy" he jokes with a grin, finally opening his eyes to start walking again. "How are you holding up?"

Steve drops into Billy's stomach, sinking into the soft folds around him. Billy's voice rumbles around him and he finds himself relaxing into the warmth the stomach offers him. "I'm doing good" he calls back "this isn't actually that bad." He's suprised at his own admittance. Steve runs his hand along the wall he leans against.

Billy gasps at the touch, a chuckle building in his chest. "Damn, don't say that stuff" he grins "might tempt me to do this again" he jokes, giving his stomach a gentle rub.

"You'd have to see me again to do that" Steve points out shyly to which Billy hums " I do want to see you again" he confirms and Steve pauses in his motions. Billy wanted to see him again... "Though I'd prefer it if next time we could meet up over dinner maybe" Billy says softly, testing the waters.

"Like...a date?" Steve's face feels warm as he asks for clarification. "If you'd like that" the two are silent for a moment and Billy's almost tempted to retract his words when Steve finally speaks up. "I'd like that" he smiles softly to himself, sinking into the stomach wall. "Cool" Billy replies with false nonchalance, though a wide grin stretches his lips.

Good, he hadn't misread their interactions.

"Y'know, it's pretty late" the blonde acknowledges, his apartment complex finally comes into view. "If you'd be alright with it, maybe I could keep you stored for tonight and we could have breakfast together in the morning?" His hand continues its gentle ministrations.

"I'd like that..." comes the soft reply.

It's not the perfect first meeting that most couples get to tell, but if you asked Steve it's a pretty damn good love at first sight tale. Though Billy tells him he can lie about how they met, Steve is adamant in telling their story truthfully.

It's dorky, embarrassing and yet oh so fitting for the tiny and his giant boyfriend.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[cyncerity]

the last post did so much better than expected! i’m genuinely really surprised, thanks for all the support on my short little shitty comic hsjsksl

Anyway, here’s pt. 2!!

Steve has been worried sick for days thinking his little brother was killed by their resident human meanwhile Dustin has acquired a new big brother

[gtraccoon]

I want some fluff. Can you do a borrower reader with Eddie. So Eddie is dressing up them like a doll in very pink and fluffy oufits while the borrower is like stop it

fluff!

y/n= your name, f/c = favorite candy (if you despise candy just use food)

light swearing

“Oh, come on, it’ll be funny…” He held the dress infront of you, and you just rolled your eyes.

“I don’t care. I’m not wearing it.” You cross your arms, as you have made your decision. He squinted at you, and then suddenly smiled.

“I don’t like that face. Stop making that face. Seriously, Eddie! You always do this when you have a terrible ide-“ He quickly lifted you up, your legs dangling. You protested, but he pretended he couldn’t hear you, and dropped you gently in a cupboard.

“HEY!” You yell, kicking at his hand.

“Put it on and i’ll give you f/c,” He said. You pause.

“Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Yes.” You frown, but eventually gesture for him to close the door.

He did, and you groaned, already knowing the consequences of your decision. Pulling on the dress, you found that it was extremely uncomfortable. Would getting f/c be worth wearing this thing for an hour? Probably not. Are you still doing it? Yeah.

You could tell your face was bright red when you knocked on the door, and he opened it. As soon as he saw you, his eyes went wide and he covered his mouth, stifling laughter. You frown. He brings his hand over to you, and you hop on it, kneeling on his palm. You cover your face with your hands.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, and you flinch from the volume. “Oh, oh, shit, you’re so cute, oh my God, oh my God!” He sounded like a little kid, he was so excited. His eyes sparkled when he saw you, and that made all of this worth it. And the candy. You wouldn’t tell him the first part, though. His dark eyes were fixated on you.

“I’m gonna force you into this dumb dress.” You say, standing up, and almost falling. He offers a finger, and you put your hand on it for balance. He twirls you around.

“Nope.” You grab his finger, and he pretends to be hurt, but he clearly is very amused.

“I hate you.” You say, squeezing his finger, although you know it didn’t do anything.

“No you dont.”

Would you ever forgive him for this horrible act of treason and bribery?

Maybe.

He’d have to earn it.

[smolkuriboh27]

In the process of making a stranger things gt server

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The Code Problem

COMMISSION TYPE: Full Page + 2 Additional Page Add-ons PRICE: 95 FANDOM: Stranger Things CHARACTERS: Steve & Eddie, ft. Robin REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”Steve loves having a giant boyfriend. He also loves having a rockstar boyfriend. Unfortunately he’s not used to either, and winds up stumbling across what each code means personally, sometimes dragging Robin along.” WARNINGS: Entrapment, feet, insertion, unaware, dubcon, edging -——

The first code Steve ever learned was 6, and he probably should’ve realized after that point he’d be learning the first five the hard way. The fact that they even have codes should probably have been a red flag, because it means they’re common enough occurrences they get their own categories. Getting personally peeled out of his boyfriend’s balls by Chrissy had been an embarrassing affair that left him flushed red and flustered, but oh, what a naive fool he’d been to think that was either the last time it would happen, or the most embarrassing thing that could happen. Code 2 was worse. He learned through a little ill-advised snooping that Eddie likes to wear a condom throughout some of his performances. He’d wondered they were for, those enormous foil-wrapped sachets in Eddie’s giant nightstand. After all, Steve’s his boyfriend, in theory they’re the only ones involved in their sex life, and Eddie’s definitely not sticking it anywhere that could possibly require protection — mostly because until Steve turns into a latex balloon or a stretchy rubber doll, it literally just wouldn’t fit. In a bid of frustration and curiosity, he’d peeled open one corner of the package, snuggled his way down over the rubber ring, and waited for his opportunity to pop out and declare an angry “gotcha!”, only to be absolutely baffled when Eddie pulled the latex onto his completely flaccid cock in an utterly empty room. He’d been too baffled, even, to remember to jump out, or to successfully flag down his boyfriend’s attention. “Hey- wait- no, hold on, EDDIE-” was all he managed to get out, before the swooping sensation of gravity kicked in so fiercely he’d nearly upchucked his lunch. Flashes of metal studs and dark leather passed by in a blur, until suddenly he was face to face with the head of a very familiar cock, smashed soft, mostly-clean flesh just beneath the tip, and those unyielding fingers carried on rolling the remainder of the condom down its spongey length.

And then Eddie pulled his underwear up, then zipped his leather pants, and Steve was so firmly sealed beneath so many layers he could barely move — a full reverse snow-angel under his boyfriend’s slit. Through all those layers, he could still hear the voice that came over the PA system. “Five minutes until showtime, Ed,” came a cheerful call. Unrelenting force squished Steve so hard his back popped as Eddie gripped himself and answered, “On it. Almost ready.” As it turns out, performing gives Eddie one hell of a hard-on. The more he gets into the riffs of his guitar, the harder the bass kicks and the drums pound, the more the blood rushes to his cock. By midway through the show, Eddie’s sporting a raging boner that keeps leaking down over the tip of his slit, smearing over skin, and flooding down Steve’s back. He guesses Eddie wears that condom to keep the precum from soiling his underwear or leaving them fully damp while he’s trying to perform. After the nightmare of Code 6, they gave Steve a wristwatch walkie to wear for other such incidents. It takes nearly an hour for him to be able to move his arm close enough to his mouth, and it’s only thanks to the lubricated precum that he can manage it, but he finally does, engaging the walkie and hoarsely pleading for help.. “I’m stuck- oh crap, he’s doing a solo, why does he have to hump his guitar every time he does a stupid solo-” “Steve, is that you? What do you mean? Also, you’re supposed to say ‘over’ when you’re done talking. Over.”

“I’m stuck in Eddie’s stupid crotch again, in the condom, i can’t get out, you gotta make him stop doing the stupid solo!” Silence follows for a minute, before he impatiently snaps, “Over!” into the mic. “You mean you’re- in there right now? Over?” “Yes! Tell him to stop and get me out!” The silence that follows is unsettling, and is ultimately broken by a regretful, “We can’t do that, Steve, I’m sorry. We can’t just- stop the show, he’s only half way through. You’re gonna have to sit tight until after the finale, and then we’ll try to catch him before he- you know. Fills it up. Over.” A full hour of Eddie’s cock rubbing against the hard back of his guitar later, Steve finally catches a break as Eddie’s PA stops him in his dressing room to whisper an urgent, code 2. His boyfriend peels him out, salty and soaked and exhausted. There’s an irreverent, amused smile on Eddie’s face as he holds his tiny boyfriend up to inspect him. “I should’ve known. I always play better when there’s a Code 2. It felt great, babe. Maybe you should hop in there for my next show, too.”

Code 3, as it turns out, is nowhere near as exciting. He finds himself tumbling down a combat boot the size of a house, and before he can call for help on his watch, Eddie’s bare toes make an oppressive sight at the top of the boot, and force themselves into the shoe, taking up every inch of space, and slamming him against the sole. One big toe smothers his face, too big to wrap his arms around, and he squirms beneath it. Dating Eddie for so long and repeatedly running into these scenarios must be getting to him, or building some kind of weird association, because along with the fear and frustration and humiliation, Steve finds himself getting inexplicably hard under Eddie’s unrelenting toe. And then Eddie starts to walk, pounding weight onto him again and again rhythmically, and Steve’s too crushed to call for his watch. So… look, it’s not like he has much else he can do down here, right? He wraps his arms and legs around that toe as best he can, and he grinds his hips up into his boyfriend’s foot, desperately seeking relief for his anxiety-induced hard-on in between every step. It’s an exercise in frustration, because just as he’s finding a rhythm, the foot slams back down again, crushing him too tightly to move. And then it lifts up, and he rolls his hips quickly, frantically, hoping- Only to have that foot slam back down again, cutting him off prematurely before he can get close enough. And so it goes for half an hour, Eddie blissfully unaware, Steve uncomfortable and terrified and trying to come. Only once Eddie finally sits down at his final destination does he realize there’s something in his shoe, but rather than investigate, he just starts wiggling his toes around, manipulating it, turning Steve’s little body sideways and scrunching them, catching him between them, rubbing them. An absent, thoughtless assault on his entire person that leaves Steve in near-tears from the friction and overstimulation, none of it regular enough for him to finally just get off. And then Eddie walks home, peels his boot off, and investigates. Seeing Steve’s sweet little body in despair, and seeing exactly how hard his boyfriend is, he chalks it up to Steve having some kind of foot fetish. “Sorry to interrupt, I didn’t realize you were in there having a good time, Harrington. You should’ve told me you were into Code 3,” he says, lowering Steve back down into the boot. He can’t hear Steve’s miniscule little protests as he shoves his foot back in, and carries on playing with Steve’s little body. Code 1, though… Code 1 has to be the most intense of all the code Steve’s run into so far. He never in a million years would’ve guessed it happened with any kind of regularity, but there he sat at the bottom of a crushing tunnel, the light above so far from him it’s barely visible, and then Robin’s voice calling down to him. “Wooooow, seriously, Steve? A code 1? You guys are such- dudes, you’re so weird, and horny, and unsafe, and I can’t believe I have to do this again-” “Again?! What do you mean again?!” Steve called up, his voice thick and strained as a muscle spasm of pleasure rolled through Eddie involuntarily. “And could you tell him to stop getting off on this?! I’m slipping!” There’s a moment of silence, and then Robin calls back down, “He says he’s sorry, he can’t help it, you’re in a really good spot right now. Which is exactly the same thing that happened to Chrissy, and to the last one that ‘accidentally’”- she made air-quotes with her fingers. Steve can’t explain how he knows, he definitely couldn’t see it, but he’s one hundred percent certain she did the air quotes. “Tripped and fell down your giant boyfriend’s stupid giant dick. Now, if you wanna get out before you wind up in an even worse spot, you’ll shut up and stop moving! Otherwise, this could go from a code 1 to a code 9 really fucking quick, and trust me, you do not want a code 9.” Steve looked down at the flesh-paneled walls behind him, and gulped.