Caught, tiny!Dustin and giant!Eddie
Warnings for cursing, stabbing, and a brief second where vore is alluded to. Will there be a part two? Who knows!
Based off of this by @cyncerity
He was lost. He didn't even know how they got separated. One minute Steve was right there and the next, gone. This wasn't good. Not only was it dangerous to get seperated in an unfamiliar house, Dustin had never been out by himself. Sure he knew the basics of foraging and first aid, but it took someone more knowledgeable to track a human's patterns and understand what could be taken without notice. He'd be fine for a few days but long term? He was screwed.
"Steve!" Dustin hisses out, unsure of how far his voice could travel. "Where'd you go? This isn't funny!"
He grumbles to himself, cursing all the time he'd begged his brother for more lessons, only to be put off.
"You'll learn when you're older, Dustin! You need more time, Dustin! I don't care if Mike knows more about humans than you, you're not ready!"
Most creatures were so big they created their own sounds. Footsteps as they stomped around, vibrations if they were more careful with their footing. Over the sound of his own mocking voice, Dustin misses the way the air vibrates just slightly.
"Shit…"
Later he'd be able to describe it perfectly. How he saw Eddie's fingers out the corner of his eye, how he had just enough time to straighten out before they closed in on him. The almost inaudible clink of his rings. But right now it was all a blur. Arms suddenly pinned to his sides as a hand longer than his body wraps around him from the chest down. No room to grab his pin, the bulky one Steve had given him after Dustin managed to knock him to the ground during training. The only evidence of his struggling are his feet kicking, his shoulders jerking, and the very end of his tail lashing about.
Only to freeze as he turned to face the human.
Wide brown eyes that he swears he can see his reflection in. A pale face framed by wild hair, reminding Dustin of the cat he and Steve saw that one time (his brother having to practically drag him away from getting a closer look). A small part of his mind makes the connection that since cats like to eat Littles, maybe cat-like humans did, too.
The helpful part supplies that that wasn't true. Humans don't eat Littles, they trap them in cages and poke them with things.
Okay, enough of that. What did Steve always say to do.
'Act wild. Don't talk, don't give them a reason to think you're smart. If they don't kill you on sight they'll think you're just an animal. They're always nicer to animals. Use that big head of yours and find a way to escape. But don't ever speak.'
"What the fuck are you?"
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He's not yelling. In fact, he's almost sure he barely breathed the words out. But the thing (mouse? guy?) still flinches. He's gone still, which Eddie is partially grateful for cuz it felt weird having something squirm in his hand.
Eddie tries very hard to ignore the fact that he can feel the little guy's heart racing.
His hand felt too loose, yet the feeling of fragile limbs against his palm kept him from tightening his grip. It was hard to tell how much of a mouse this creature was, but the longer he stared the more his initial shock wore off, and the more he admitted that this guy almost looked human.
"No, no, no" Eddie points a finger as the little guy gapes and pressed his lips into a thin line. "I know you can talk. I heard you." No verbal confirmation, but there's another flinch and he goes pale.
Squinting, Eddie brings his hand closer to his face, trying to ignore the feeling of that tiny heart beating faster. Under a homemade cap is a head of brown curls and pointy ears pinned back in fear. In the dim kitchen light he thinks he can make out full cheeks and a shirt that's been stitched back together multiple times.
Brown eyes meet blue, wide with realization.
"Oh. Oh shit, you're a kid."
Fingers unfolding, Eddie tilts his hand back to let the guy kid sit up, bringing his thumb down on his legs to stop him from backing up off his palm.
Which is how he ends up with a pin jammed into his thumb.
"Son of a-!" Voice high pitched with pain, Eddie jumps, tossing the offender on instinct. Immediately scrambling to catch him, sighing in relief and clutching the little body to his chest. Looking down and tugging to break Tiny's grip on his shirt when he tries to cling on. He's fully prepared to go off, but one look at the kid's face and he freezes. He's trying so hard to look intimidating but his lips are wobbling and Eddie swears he saw a tear fall. So he closes his eyes, making a low groaning noise in lieu of the colorful language that wants to bubble out.
'He's just a kid. Just a scared little kid.'
"Yeah, okay. I deserved that."
A glance around shows him a cluttered counter. Boxes, forgotten glasses of water, various containers and bottles of whiskey, all places he could lose Tiny should he bolt.
So 'no' on setting him down.
With a sigh, Eddie carefully closes his teeth on the pin and yanks his hand away. Spitting it in the general direction of the sink and sucking on his thumb while inspecting the kid for any more weapons.
Speaking of, the kid was squirming and pushing against his grip. Trying not to dwell on the fact that even with all his strength he can't even make a finger budge, Eddie opens a cabinet and grabs the tallest glass he can find, tilting it slightly so the kid slides into it rather than fall.
If it weren't for the panicked sounds he could almost laugh at the way the kid tries to hang onto his hand. Now that the sting of his injury has worn off, curiosity takes over again. He brings the glass closer, but the kid scrambles back so fast he hits his head so Eddie sets it down with a wince.
"Okay. Let's try this again," Eddie says as he leans an elbow on the counter and rests his chin on the heel of his hand, trying very hard not to loom over the kid. "Eddie, Eddie Munson. And you are?"
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ok I may have just stalked your account for g/t Eddie Munson stuff👉🏻👈🏻…so don’t mind me😅
but I just need to send a little rant about Eddie with t!Dustin cause I am in love with that whole concept. I just imagine Eddie coming across t!Dustin stuck somewhere in his room because the little guy was curious and wanted to explore. And Eddie doesn’t know it but t!Dustin secretly adores Eddie and looks up to him (literally and metaphorically :D haha) cause for me I like to imagine that t!Dustin lives alone all by himself behind the walls of Eddie’s trailer. So whenever he hears Eddie trying to come up with a D&D campaign, t!Dustin is mesmerized.
Also once t!Dustin gets caught, he’d be horribly scared. Cause I imagine that he likes to put on this tough facade and say that he would never back down from a human, but once he’s caught by Eddie, who of course looks super intimidating/mean/scary, he’s petrified. And poor Eddie has to figure out how to calm down this crying, shaking, and scared, tiny child. Omg I can see Eddie just panicking, scooping up t!Dustin, and pressing him to his chest being like “H-Hey it’s okay! You-…You’re alright, little shrimp! See? I’m not gonna hurt ya-…” and all Eddie could hear is t!Dustin cries/whimpers.
Ok thank you that’s my rant, and I LOVE your account🥺❤️
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DAAAAAAW I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUUUUCH
Dustin imagines how fun and cool it would be to have an adventure with Eddie(even if Eddie’s a human he’d never back down from an adventure)
Eddie trying to calm him down would be so 🥺 ksndjdjdj
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steve and dustin’s relationship makes me so happy
Thinking about how the Hellfire Club would respond to them being friends because how the HELL did nerdy dnd player Dustin fucking Henderson become friends with the former king of Hawkins High, Steve “The Hair” Harrington? Because the last they knew of Steve, he was a jock, he threw parties in his giant mansion (that no one in Hellfire had ever been to) and he was just an all around asshole.
The first time Steve shows up in his fancy car (that was actually his fathers) wearing his preppy clothes and waiting in the parking lot, they assume he’s there to beat them up. Of course, they’re the freaks, the losers who don’t go to the basketball games and instead spend their time sitting in an empty classroom playing fantasy games. So what else would they expect?
When Dustin tells the club, “Oh, no he’s basically our mom he’s driving us home tonight”, they don’t believe him. They don’t know why he would be lying, but the people in the club who were at Hawkins High when The King was at the peak of his reign were honestly scared. They were at the bottom rung of the social ladder, if anyone was gonna bully anyone in Hawkins High, it would be the Hellfire Club. Although they were scared, they had formed some sort of bond with these 3 freshmen and they decided to walk out with them to the car. The kids leading the pack, Eddie, Gareth and Jeff slightly behind.
When they reach the car, the older kids try to get in front of the freshmen, but Mike and Lucas rush to Steve, each giving him a fist bump before Dustin reaches him and they perform an intricate handshake that has obviously been practiced a lot. The older kids can’t get exactly what’s happening, but they know there’s a lightsaber part and that it is a very complicated handshake that you wouldn’t learn for just anyone. Mike and Lucas fondly roll their eyes before getting into the backseat of Steve’s car, obviously having seen this same routine done before. Dustin laughs before getting in shotgun and Steve turns to Eddie. Eddie is dumbfounded, because whatever he was expecting Steve to do, it’s wasn’t this. As Steve turns to him and the rest of Hellfire, thanking them for giving the kids something to do that’s fun after school and sticking his hand out for Eddie to shake, Eddie can feel his old crush returning and he hopes he’ll see more of Steve soon.
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