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sidekick-hero · 3 months

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It turns out that even their shared body heat and Steve's elevated body temperature are not enough to withstand an extended make-out session out in the snow.

Buck naked.

If he was in his fur it would be fine, but then he couldn't do that to Eddie with his tongue. Or grind in his lap with Eddie's calloused fingers gripping his waist, leaving marks on his flesh.

"You're shivering, Stevie." Eddie says, his big hands rubbing up and down his back and arms to warm him. Steve's wolf purrs at the gesture, as does his human side, for once in complete sync when it comes to his human.

His mate.

Too soon, Harrington. Too soon.

"We should get back inside, warm you up." Eddie adds, moving to sit up, but Steve shakes his head and pushes closer to Eddie, hiding his face at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He doesn't want this moment to end, because what if Eddie changes his mind as soon as Steve lets go of him? Steve can't risk that.

Not now.

Not after losing everything.

Not after just finding Eddie.

Eddie laughs indulgently at his behavior and takes him in his arms again. "You're being ridiculous. Come on, sweetheart, let's go inside. You're still recovering, you can't get sick. Let me make you some breakfast, okay?" And when Steve still makes no move to let Eddie go, Eddie whispers in his ear, "I can still feed you with my hand if you want."

This makes Steve lean back and look at Eddie with big eyes, and Eddie must think it's because Steve is horrified. He hastily backpedals. "I mean, uh, that was... a joke? I don't have to -"

Steve kisses him, partly to cut off his nervous ramblings, mostly because Eddie just offered to feed him. Not the injured wolf he found in the woods, but the human Steve. To continue their routine, to keep Steve so close to him. Eddie may not know what sharing food like this means to his kind, but his inner wolf doesn't care.

It also reminds him that he has brought a gift to his mate. Steve has provided for his mate and he can't wait to show it, even if it means getting out of Eddie's arms and off his lap.

"Come on, I brought you something," Steve says, rising to his feet. It brings Eddie's face to eye level with his cock and Steve would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel smug to see Eddie's eyes widen and his tongue flick out to lick his lips.

"Eddie?" He asks coyly, the grin on his face giving him away. "You comin' or what?"

"Huh?" Eddie asks, sounding dazed before his eyes snap up to Steve's and color rushes up his throat and onto his pale cheeks. "Oh God, yeah, um, I'm comin', yeah, of course I'm comin'," he stutters, scrambling to his feet as well.

Steve turns and leads Eddie to where he left the deer, his hips swaying in a way he knows makes his ass look even better, and he swears he can feel Eddie's eyes on him the whole way.

Eddie's gasp when they finally reach the carcass comes late, proof enough for Steve that Eddie had his mind on something else instead of where they were going.

"Steve, did you...?" Eddie asks, his eyes fixed on the dead deer. Suddenly Steve isn't so sure Eddie would appreciate him doing this because he said he hated the thought of hurting an animal. But they need to eat, and meat is the best way to do that during a winter as long and hard as this one.

"I killed it as quickly and painlessly as I could, I promise, Eddie. I know you didn't want to hurt a living thing, so I did it for you. So you didn't have to."

The silence that follows Steve's statement makes the fear settle heavily in his stomach. What if his mate rejects his offer? What if his mate rejects him?

It would finish the job the hunters couldn't.

"Stevie," Eddie starts and then stops, the anticipation building inside Steve until he's ready to snap, to fall to his knees and beg Eddie. For what he doesn't even know. Forgiveness? Love? Forever?

He's pulled out of his spiraling thoughts by warm arms wrapped around his waist and Eddie's scent enveloping him. "You went to hunt when you're still healing? For me? Just because I said I didn't want to kill?" And when Steve nods, Eddie takes his face between his palms and kisses him.

Deeply. Decisive. Devoted.

Eddie kisses him as if he knows what this means to Steve.

Like he wants it, too.

God, Steve hopes he does.

They keep kissing until another shiver, this time more violent, runs down Steve's body where it's pressed against Eddie's.

"Come on, let's get this inside and I'll make us some breakfast before I deal with this."

"I can help you," Steve insists and Eddie kisses the tip of his nose.

"I know. Later. Right now I need to know that you're not pushing yourself any more than you already have."

And Eddie is right, Steve feels the events of the last few hours catching up with him. The hunt, dragging the heavy carcass back to the cabin, the shift. So he lets Eddie pick up the body and sling it over his shoulder in a display of strength that makes Steve's stomach flutter.

Steve's mate is not only kind and caring, but also strong.

His wolf purrs.

His heart flutters.

His cheeks heat up.

Eddie reaches for Steve's hand, twines their fingers together, and they walk back to the cabin, hand in hand.

Inside, Eddie disposes of the body at the bottom of the stairs to the cellar before making them breakfast, while Steve finds something to wear in Eddie's closet. It smells like Eddie, and Steve's wolf preens at the thought of smelling like Eddie and putting his own scent on Eddie's clothes.

They eat wrapped in a blanket on their mattress, the roaring fire and their shared body heat warming Steve to the core. He runs hot anyway, and Eddie has already stripped down to his underwear under the blanket, claiming it will help Steve warm up faster.

Steve doesn't complain, not if it means he gets to feel Eddie's skin on his own after he follows suit and loses his (Eddie's) shirt as well. Skin on skin, of course, helps him warm up faster after all.

When they're done, they both silently agree to lie down for a while, exhausted from all that has happened. Without having to talk about it, Steve lies down first and Eddie presses himself against his back, his arms wrapping around him and pulling him against Eddie's front. It's the same position they've been sleeping in for weeks.

Only now Steve can feel Eddie's lips against his nape and he can lace their fingers together to press their joined hands against his chest, right over his heart.

It's the safest he's felt since his whole life went up in flames. It's safer than he ever expected to feel again.

As he promised, Steve helps Eddie pull the skin off the dear and cut it up so they can rub it in salt and preserve it. Steve has done this a thousand times at home and knows what he's doing, so after assuring Eddie several times that he feels better after their nap, Eddie takes a big chunk of the fresh meat and goes to work preparing their dinner.

He turns it into a hearty stew with carrots and potatoes and other root vegetables.

By the time Steve is done putting the last of the meat away and cleaning and preparing the skin so they can use it later, he's exhausted again but feels a deep sense of satisfaction.

As the stew cooks on the stove, Eddie joins him to admire his work.

"Wow, Stevie, you did a great job. It probably would have taken me all night. Wayne's usually the one who does this kind of stuff."

Eddie sounds sad when he mentions his uncle and Steve thinks, not for the first time, that something might have happened to him in town. He thinks that soon Eddie will want to go there and check on him, and he will go with him. Even if it terrifies him.

"I heated some water, so how about we let the stew simmer and you go upstairs and take a nice hot bath? You kind of smell like a slaughterhouse."

"Are you saying I stink?" Steve demands in mock offense.

Eddie walks up to him and brings his mouth close to Steve's ear. His hot breath makes Steve shiver as Eddie says, "I'm saying I want to give you a bath if you let me."

It's a losing battle not to run up the stairs to get into the tub.

In the end, Steve convinces Eddie to join him in the small tub. It's a tight fit, but Steve doesn't mind. They clean each other with gentle hands that soon become adventurous.

The smell of their shared pleasure makes Steve's inner wolf roll over with joy, contentment radiating from him. Steve shares the sentiment as he lies in Eddie's arms, sated and happy.

Afterwards, they both change into clean clothes and sit back down at the table to enjoy their dinner.

It's delicious, and soon Steve is finishing his third plate.

Only Eddie's amused chuckle reminds him that Eddie is probably not used to a wolf's appetite. He blushes as he realizes that he has just inhaled the food Eddie has so painstakingly prepared for them like a ravenous animal.

"Oh God," Steve groans in embarrassment and buries his face in his hands.

"Hey, no, don't look like that. I take that as a compliment, Stevie." Eddie assures him as he pulls Steve's hands away from his face so he can look him in the eye. "It makes me very happy to know that you like my food."

Steve gives him a tentative smile and says, "Too bad it's gone," only half joking.

Eddie's answering grin is delighted, dimples carved deep into his cheeks and wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, but it ain't. I saved you the last bite, baby."

With that, Eddie gets up from the table and walks over to the stove, pulling one last piece of meat out of the pot with his fingers. Turning back to Steve, he walks back to the table, but instead of sitting in his chair, he sits on Steve's lap.

"I promised to feed you, didn't I?" he says, his voice deep and his tone hungry as he lifts the meat right to Steve's lips. He doesn't let go of it immediately when Steve tries to take it from him, but rather pushes his fingers into Steve's mouth so that Steve can lick the remaining sauce off his fingers.

Steve only lets them slip out of his mouth when the last trace of meat and sauce is gone.

"Fuck, I could eat you alive," he says as he stares up at Eddie in awe.

Eddie smirks down at him. "What are you waiting for, big boy? You can always have the last bite of me."

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #werewolf!steve #human!eddie #steve harrington #werewolf steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #day 11 #love is saving the last bite for them #my writing

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itsgothgirlthyme · 1 year

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tiny!reader x human!steve x human!eddie

3inch tiny!reader

this is a draft that i randomly kind of finished, so i’ll just post. if you seriously have any requests let me know, i’d love to write away :)

word count: 1,037

i do wanna write something better btw with these three :,)

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You’re a borrower and overtime have been revealed to the party. You meet Eddie for the first time after Dustin practically forces you and leaves the trailer without explanation.

It’s just really awkward now.

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Inside of the trailer which Dustin has deserted you in is a giant (human) and you. You’re standing on the coffee table in complete awkward silence.

“So… have you always been like this?” Eddie asked.

You looked up at the curly haired man with curious eyes. He rested his elbows on his knees. He fiddled with the rings on his hands when you tried holding eye contact he looked away. His dough eyes made it to the objects around. Though he didn’t look at you.

“Yep,” You responded.

He nodded his head. You were surprised at how non eager he was to look at you, ask rapid fire questions like Dustin, or even touch you. You didn’t let your guard down though. Your eyes were on him and even if your few friends trusted him it didn’t hurt to be cautious.

The crack of bone made you flinch and take a step back. Eddie shifted his knuckles and continued to crack them. Until he noticed your small figure moving back out of the corner of his eye.

“Sorry,” He apologized immediately and dropped his hands to his sides.

Your back was straight as a ruler and the fight or flight was kicking in. You’d drifted to the edge of the table farthest away from Eddie. His size would make it easy to nab you but reaching over would spare you a couple seconds. To escape, if needed but you remembered Dustin’s promise.

He promised you Eddie wouldn’t hurt you that he was actually a really nice guy. That apparently “high school” gave him a bad reputation, which still confused you because you didn’t know what that meant. Dustin also promised he would be back soon but he seemed to be running late, and that put you on edge.

You did not want to be stuck with a stranger longer than you had to.

“I’m not going to hurt you and I’m sorry for being… awkward,” Eddie’s booming voice hit your ears. “I’m just not usually used to meeting a couple inch tall people I guess, but you’re cool though…” His words drifted when you stared at him blankly.

You were one step away from stepping off the ledge and using your lovely hook to hop off the table. Though he seemed genuine, dangerous, but genuine. Eddie pressed his back against the couch and looked away from you shyly.

“It’s three inches tall actually,” You said with a grin.

Eddie's dark eyes flicked to you with surprise.

“Dustin insisted on measuring me,” You shrugged. “I actually didn’t know giants had so many forms of measurements,” You said.

You scratched the back of your neck and laughed at yourself. The memories of Dustin explaining different “metric” systems to you exploded your brain. It was another reminder this world wasn’t made for you, it was just too damn big.

“How much do you know about… giant stuff?” He asked.

He seemed amused now and less scared of you running off.

“I mean, I’ve recently learned how your electronics work,” You said with air quotes around “electronics”.

The word didn’t roll off your tongue that well but you tried anyhow. You were quite eager to learn the functions of a toaster or television up close. Dustin was happy to teach you of course as well, but the moment Steve discovered you he disapproved of your excitement for “dangerous” things.

You continued to ramble about anything that came to mind. Eddie would comment or nod his head for you to go on. Eventually it turned to you describing the world from your eyes. You didn’t touch on your life in the walls but you continued.

Eddie shifted in his seat and now loomed over you. You actually had to catch your breath from how much you spoke. You hadn’t had someone to listen to you for so long, engaged and encouraging. The shadow over your gave you chills and Eddie’s eyes looked black from the lack of sun. Though his eyes twinkled with a kindness and softness you weren’t expecting.

You stood up looking up at him. Neck craned up to meet his face. His knuckle rested under his chin with eyes down on you. Your heartbeat rose and your face felt hot all of a sudden.

Though the gazes were lost when there was banging outside of the van. You immediately jumped and looked around for the best exit. Habits die hard you supposed.

Eddie watched you frantically look for a safe spot to hide. He frowned at your panicked state and got up. You did find a spot behind a tissue just in case.

When Eddie opened the door he was baffled to say the least. You heard your name be called out by none other than Steve. A breath of relief escaped your lips.

He was loud and upset as he shoved passed Eddie. The brunette continued to call your name while Eddie tried to calm him down. Assure him that you were okay, but that didn’t do it for Steve.

It wasn’t until he saw you on the scratched up wooden table that he dropped to his knees. His face being the only thing in your vision. Immediately bombarded with questions if you were okay, and after minutes assuring you were okay he seemed at ease.

Steve then put his hand behind your and scooped you up. Warmth enveloped your body as your stomach flipped. His thumb gently pressed on the left side of your face.

“Oh my god, Steve,” You huffed.

He was still making sure you were okay. You couldn’t help but smile at him being careful. Him cradling you in his hand had become routine. Of course he usually asked but when he was in a panic he couldn’t help it.

“Ouch, I’m not crazy Harrington,” Eddie said from behind him.

You looked behind Steve’s shoulder to see Eddie fiddling with his rings again. Steve turned around and his shoulders dropped.

“Sorry, just wish Dustin told me what he was planning. The kid is doing whatever he wants these days,” He said in response.

“Oh trust me I know,” Eddie said and crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s an attitude problem,” You chimed in.

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a/n

i didn’t know how to end this so oh well lmfao

psst— here is more

#g/t #g/t stranger things #stranger things g/t #tiny!y/n #human!steve #human!eddie #g/t writing #gianttiny #tiny!reader #itsgothgirlthymewrites

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eechytooru · 3 months

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More Welcome Home stuff that I drew!!!

I never thought I could love my work with colors, but it seems I was wrong....

Some easy and silly sketches with neighbors and I love them sm💆‍♂️

And human stuff because I love drawing them hehrhefd

Last week was probably the most productive one, I must say.... I wish I had more time to draw, but I think it's okay, I'm still satisfied with everything I draw though 🥳

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lizaisdrawing · 12 days

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Collection of sketches, that I will possibly render later.

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findafight · 1 year

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Robin and Steve playing a dnd character together because Steve said the only way he'd play is literally with Robin. They take turns each session for who speaks but always planning together. It's a teenage human, gangly and uncoordinated and a bit of a loner. Everyone sort of lets the "two people playing one character" issue slide, as they want to play a game with their friends.

Robin and Steve have wildly different character voices, and sometimes announce which way they are walking before stumbling in that direction, and also mutter to themself in character. when it's Steve's sessions to talk he flits with the NPCs Eddie plays, but Robin is just a little aggressive to them. The personality changes are kinda weird but everyone is just happy they're playing.

Everything is going well until the big bad of the short campaign they're all playing knocks them into a wall. Not hard, but hard enough they're scrambling and flailing and...splitting in half. By their own description. Immediately they start, with their respective character voices (they are committing to this bit) bickering about whose fault it is. And about what they should do now their cover is blown.

The table is silent.

Robin and Steve have been conning everyone the entire time. They're playing twin halflings, who alternated who sat on each other's shoulders pretending to be a human because they were goofing off the day they joined the party and were too embarrassed by the mix up to correct anyone about it until they had to. Their voices and personality changes are brilliantly embedded as not Robin and Steve not being able to keep consistent, it's because they've been playing different characters. It's brilliant. It's horrible. Everyone fell for it and the reveal essentially pauses play because everyone starts yelling at them.

#steddie #stobin #platonic stobin #stranger things #they were giggling and said hey what if we played a character together but it was actually us playing our own character #kids in a trenchcoat style. wouldnt that be funny #and the other said omg yes imagine all their faces lmao. theyll think we're bad at the game but we WONT be hehe #the party #finda's rambles #stobin month #im counting it as that #to all the ppl saying theyd have to tell the dm: not if their only goal is to be the funniest bitches in Hawkins #which they are. whats eddie gonna do? unfriend them? they made a character sheet for the fake human they were playing.#and for the actual halflings they actually were. just because they only showed eddie the fake doesnt mean he can be mad #finda writes stuff

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