shrunk/tiny!steve x human!y/n
4-5inch tiny!steve (how it all happened one shot)
lil bit of angst
fearplay
swearing
lil bit of gore description (don’t worry, it’s a tiny demogorgon it can’t hurt you </3)
written in 2nd person
grammar isn’t amazing </3
info:
kinda based on a plot? i’m just writing when i feel like it and then hit post.
origins on the au on how it all happened.
y/n and steve just wanted to go to skull rock :,)
word count: 2,316
It was nightfall as you two walked along lovers lake. Stepping over the rocks by the lakeside and using moonlight to guide you. The night was cool as you both wore your jackets. His arm around your shoulder eventually as he listened to you talk about work. The stress and rewards of it.
You managed to almost trip over a rock which he managed to catch you in time. Hands holding you around your waist from the fall. The laughter that arose made both your hearts flutter. Damn it, you were at lovers lake for a reason, right? To finally have a concrete answer for every time you fumbled when people asked what you two were.
“Steve,” You laughed.
You’d stopped by a tree, closer to the thick of the woods. You’d started to follow him since he said he “knew a spot” for something you both knew you were wanting.
Steve hummed in return looking down at you.
“Can we just— take a second?” You asked through a breath.
Your heart was beating incredibly quickly from the nerves and excitement but also from the distance. Yes, you had put in a jog or two into your schedule but this felt like a hike. After being hunted by monsters for years you relied on your adrenaline to get you out of bad situations. Not athletics, that’s why Steve was there.
“You have stupidly long legs, and—,” You paused and lunged with your legs. “Have this stupid stride,” You emphasized and tapped your legs.
“I thought you liked walking behind me” Steve quipped with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and stood up again.
“To use you as a shield, yeah,” You said with a grin.
He gave you an expression of hurt all over his face. Before another word could escape either of your mouths to deepen metaphorical wounds, a fizzing sound hit your ears.
You snapped your eyes towards the thick of the forest to be met with darkness. You went cold as Steve took a step ahead of you. Your hand glided up his arm and you gave it a squeeze. You really didn’t need him running off to fight an evil or coyote.
You’d only seen the side of his face as he looked back at you. Giving you a nervous smile because he really didn’t want tonight to be ruined.
“I’m just going to check it out,” Steve said and took a step forward. “To make sure a serial killer doesn’t watch us—,” He never got to finish as you pulled him back.
He almost fell backwards because of your steel grip but you didn’t care.
“What’s wrong with you?” You hissed. Annoyed, this idiot didn’t understand you did NOT want him to leave you alone. Especially leaving him alone.
“It’ll be a minute, just— give me your switchblade if it makes you feel better,” He compromised. He watched you curiously as you put your hand to your back pocket.
You grumbled about him trying to die before having your guys’ first date. Huffing when you handed it to him, him taking it.
“I’m coming with you,” You insisted before hooking your arms together.
“What? No,” Steve said as he stopped your walk.
“What? Yes,” You said back and took another step forward.
He said your name and you only ignored him. He sighed and the two of you were walking into the deeper part of the woods. A chill ran down your spine with every step. Steve’s left hand held the pocket knife with the blade out.
“Y’know I’m not left-handed,” He said.
“Then give it to me,” You said as you looked around you. Trying to make out the dark shapes in the forest as you heard a snap here and there.
Steve shut up. Defeated by your stubbornness but it made him feel a little good. You’d dragged the both of you to possibly die. He felt stupid for thinking it. Though once he looked down at you he couldn’t help but smile.
You hadn’t noticed as you saw a large shape covered in the shadows. No scratch that, a shed in the middle of the woods. It had to have been maybe thirty feet away from you. Steve stopped his walk and looked at you. Meeting your eyes as you shook your head.
“It’ll be a minute, okay? Just making sure there’s no creeps in the forest,” Steve assured you as you let out a sigh.
You slowly released your grip on his arm wishing
you hadn't already. He gave you a side glance before smiling again. Soon enough you watched him walk past a tree and another. The darkness enveloping him ever so slowly. Hugging yourself as you watched him walk off.
…
It was a minute and there was silence.
You shivered from the tree you were leaning on.
You’d give him another minute.
—
It was two minutes and you frowned.
Eyes darting left and right hoping you weren’t about to get jumped.
One more minute.
—
It was two minutes and twenty—
Oh hell no, you were going in.
If this was a stupid prank he was dead.
—
Past the snaps from branches and paranoia you made it to the shed. The tool shed’s door was cracked open which revealed a yellow hue of light.
Terrified of saying a word you pushed the door open. The wood creaking open under your touch you blinked at what you were seeing. It wasn’t as cramped as you imagined but empty. Light came from a lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.
One of the lowest shelves which only took the width of your arm to get there, held a metal box. On top of it a pod with green and yellow lights was popping out of the box.
A toolbox sat on another shelf and it was quiet, too quiet. That was until you heard your name screamed from a distance.
“Steve?” You said and looked behind you. The night hid anything in the forest. Though you never saw Steve leave and—
There it was again, your name. It sounded so distant and desperate. Your heart raced in your chest looking back inside.
Taking a step inside the floorboards creaked under your feet. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t a window you missed. There weren’t any openings, and you felt your heart sink to your stomach.
Bile leading up to your throat with your heart banging against your chest. Is that what the Upside Down stuff was like? You remembered Mrs.Byers talking about Will and how he—
There it was again, your name along with something else. A screeching noise.
The clicking and screeching of the monster you killed. The small space felt suffocating when the face of the demogorgon hit you.
This could NOT be happening.
You walked over to the toolbox and quickly grabbed a wrench. The cool metal under your hand as you heard the screeching much closer to you. Your brows furrowed as you slowly looked down.
“What the hell?” You said wide eyed.
Right on the wooden boards there ran a few inch tall demogoron right past you. The long limbed and open flapped face that haunts your nightmares was tiny. Too many questions rushed to your head as you heard a shout.
A very human shout.
You followed where the monster was running off to and your jaw dropped. Steve sprinting for his life at a couple inches tall from the demogorgon.
Quickly without thinking your foot was over the demogorgon. The bottom of your shoes stomping down on the monster. No room for escape, the demogorgon was crushed under your shoe. The wet sound of flesh crushed under your foot made you grimace.
“Gross,” You muttered.
Brushing your shoe up against the ground on a different spot. Trying to get rid of the goo, only to realize what the hell you just saw.
You snapped your head back to where you’d seen Steve. He wasn’t even looking, up, at you when you said his name. His brown eyes wide at the mess you made under your shoe. You placed the wrench on a shelf.
“Steve,” You said and walked over to him.
The steps meant nothing to you but the thuds were loud and clear to him. He started to walk backwards but managed to trip. He fell back and looked up at you. You decided to sit in front of him with your hands coming from both sides of him.
“Steve, you okay?” You asked which made him flinch.
His eyes all over your hands closing in on him. He felt so trapped and suffocated in the dim lit room. Your shadow covered up most of the light and he felt so numb.
Noticing he had no reaction to anything you stopped. Your heart sunk, it seemed he was trying to handle this. You pulled your hands back and looked back up at the shelf.
Confusion written all over your face as you got up. Staring at the half opened box, there was cracked glass on top of the metal. You reached your hand to open up the lid even more.
“Stop! Don’t touch that!” Steve yelled and you paused.
Eyes flicking back to him you saw he was standing again. He looked terrified to say the least but seemed to snap out of his thoughts.
“Okay,” You said and put your hand down.
“Are you okay?” You asked crouching down to him again.
This time looking for any wounds on him. He was studying you but from the perspective of being a couple inches tall. Every motion you made startled him. Your body shielding him from any other view.
“I don’t know,” He answered truthfully with a hand running through his hair.
He stared at the ground as he started to pace.
“I mean, we’ve dealt with crazy, and I mean crazy stuff. But- but this,” His spiraling freaked you out.
“This is just crazy, right?” He asked, looking up at you again. Those stupidly pretty eyes staring right in to yours.
“It’s crazy,” You confirmed. “But it doesn’t make it any less real,” You added and he let out a laugh.
“Thank you, for confirming the crazy,” He scoffed with his hands on hips.
You rolled your eyes and sighed. Pinching the bridge of your nose as if to help the comebacks stay in your head. Steve was going through some hysteria and you couldn’t use sarcasm to come back at it.
Steve’s ramblings turned louder with every step he took. His heart beating in his ears as you watched painfully.
You said his name multiple times but you’d lost him. Again. Swearing at yourself you inched closer to him.
“… and I’m going to be tiny forever till I-,” He shouted but cut himself off.
The heat from the palm of your hands enveloped him. It was familiar in ways but never had he fit in the palm of your hands. Your hands were cupped around him acting as a chair of sorts. He didn’t know what to say as he faced you.
His mind was going to explode.
“Steve,” You said quietly.
Fingers propping his back up as he was nestled there. He was tense under your gaze as every part of his body froze.
“Can you just breathe for a second?” You asked, fighting off the look of pity in your eyes.
“Breath for a second?” He questioned with his voice raised but he flinched.
His face dropped as he muttered something to himself. He took a deep breath out his mouth and placed his hand on one of your fingers. His face softened as continued his breathing.
You on the other hand we’re trying not to lose it either. Heart beating loud and clear. Your neck aching from you craning down to look at Steve already. The gross gunk on your shoe served as a reminder that a demogorgon was even in the same dimension as you.
You needed to leave before you lost the air in your lungs. Both of you needed to clear your minds. Slowly you got up. Steve blinked his eyes rapidly down at the ground shrinking beneath him.
“WOAH WOAH,” He shouted as he backed into the palm of your hands.
“Sorry I just…” You started and looked around in the small shed. A chill making up to your spine afraid you would see something you didn’t want to.
Blinking away watery eyes you looked back at the metal box. It was untouched like Steve requested and you assumed it’s what made him this way. Though they couldn’t leave it, right?
Oh god. What would happen to Steve now? You managed to squish the last thing closest to his height with your shoe. Would he ever go back to normal? What if something horrible happened to him?
The questions darting off from one to the next. Chest feeling tight as you held the fragile life in your hands. You held him closer to your face with him staring back at you.
The details of your face magnified in his gaze and damn you were pretty. Hands holding on to your fingertips to prevent him from falling. Your breath hitting his face as he blinked at you. His heart rammed in his chest.
“Let's just go home, okay?” You asked softly.
Home.
“Yeah,” He nodded slowly.
Once the love gazes were over you held him close to your chest. Terrified of possibly dropping him. He must have felt the same because despite being shielded from the forest pressed up against your chest. He gripped onto your jacket for dear life. Perhaps for himself to feel safety or have a grip on reality. Your heartbeat being one of the few things he noticed in his state.
You didn’t dare to speak or walk too fast.
What the fuck just happened?
a/n
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