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okminer07 · 1 day

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A Match Beyond Measure Pt 2

(Name may be subject to change)

“Y-you… You’re the only one outside?”

“Far as I can tell, yeah.”

“Outside the Grounds and Sounds cafe?”

She waited with baited breath for his answer, that last damning piece of evidence, “Yeah, looks like it. Are you sure you’re alright?”

No, no she was not alright. She was anything but alright! The person outside was Garret, the giant outside was Garret! This whole time she had been talking with a giant! The giant outside was waiting for her!

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she sat there curled up on the floor. What was she supposed to do? Out of all the things that could have gone wrong!

“Uh hey, you still there?”

She jumped at the sound of his voice, this time knowing the owner was looming right outside the door. Did he know? Did he know she was human? He couldn’t have. He sure acted like he was expecting someone… someone more like him.

What should she say? Did she really want to let him know? What would happen then? She shivered as hundreds of scenarios entered her mind all at once, all of which horrified her. But she had to say something! If she didn’t he’d remain standing out there and get more and more suspicious.

“Garret” she muttered, “I’m a…. The cafe you're standing in front of, that’s the cafe I work at.”

Silence on the other end.

“Wait what?” Cecilia couldn’t think of anything else to say, she was… she was-

Suddenly, the ground jerked so violently it catapulted Cecilia from her seat with a yelp. She caught herself before she could smack her head on the floor, releasing a shaky breath as everything went still. Her phone had been knocked out of her hand and was now lying on the floor, cracked. She grabbed it before rolling over and backpedaling back to her spot pressed up against the cabinets. After a few seconds of more silence, she slowly straightened her legs and pushed herself up, turning around as she did so.

Her heart nearly stopped. Outside, practically taking up the entire glass wall, was a face. A face turned sideways trying to peer in with two blue eyes the size of dinner plates. A massive hand was holding something that looked like a phone the size of a car against the side of his face. Garret’s face.

His eyes widened when they fell upon her. Cecilia watched his mouth fall open in shock, revealing massive teeth that she couldn’t help but imagine morphing into sharp fangs.

Just as soon as she had stood, she fell back to the ground, trembling, “Wait!” the shout reverberated through the walls. She snapped her eyes shut, clasping her hands over her ears. Just go away, her fingers clawing into her head and grabbing bits of her curly red hair, “Wait come back!”

She winced, squeezing her eyes even more shut. Just go away! She pleaded.

“Cecilia?”

Everything seemed to freeze once again. Her name rang in her ears. Garret’s voice rang in her ears, only not the thunderous one she’d heard moments ago, but the one she had gotten to know. Slowly, she let her hands slide off her face and into her lap, still shaking.

That had reminded her that this… this was Garret.

What difference does that make?! One side of her screamed, get out of here now!

She glanced to the door leading to the back and the back exit. If she was quick about it, she could slip out and run for it. But…. she looked at her phone, laying on the floor next to her. She couldn’t just do that, giant or not, he at least deserved an explanation.

But what if he got angry? She felt herself cringe at the thought of those huge features twisting into a visage of rage.

She hit herself, shaking her head. Stop it! Stop thinking like that! If you are anything close to a decent human being you will say something!

Her phone felt ten times as heavy as she picked it up and lifted it up to her ear.

“G-Garret?” she managed to mumble.

“Hey” his voice responded sheepishly, “Didn’t mean to scare you there, heh. This is just a little unexpected”

Cecilia let out a mumble of agreement.

“But uh hey, I could stop blocking the door and you can come on out and-”

“No!”

Cecilia slapped a hand over her mouth, looking down horrified.

There was an audible pause on the other end, “Is something wrong?”

How is he being so cool about all of this?!

“I uh….” she racked her brains for what to say, “It’s uh…”

“It’s not what?”

“It’s not your fault.” she blurted out.

Garret fell silent. Please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad.

“What’s not my fault?”

“That I’m… that I’m-”

“I’m going to stop you right there” Cecilia went still, “I know this isn’t what you were expecting or what we had planned, but hey, I haven’t much experience being around humans but have always sort of wanted to”

Can’t say I feel the same way.

“There’s a restaurant a couple miles from here that’s got some of the best burgers I’ve ever had. If you want we could go and hit it up.”

She cringed, clearly he had no idea what she had meant before, and now she felt like she had dug herself into a deeper hole. Her lips were dry as she tried to come up with the right words, “T-the thing is, I’m…. not really….” She knew what she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. What if he got offended? That was the last thing she wanted to do, for more selfish reasons if she was being honest.

“I don’t mean to be rude or anything, I just…. Your…. Your-” Just spit it out dammit! “Your kind make me feel uneasy”

Uneasy seemed like the most harmless word to use, but it didn’t at all really describe how she felt at all. She didn’t really even want to think of the words to properly describe it in case it just made those feelings worse.

“Uneasy?” Garret still sounded confused. Sheesh, he really hadn’t spent much time around humans. Uneasiness was said to be quite common in many folks when first interacting with the other kind, though they seemed to always get over it quite fast. Not Cecilia though, for some stupid ass reason that she didn’t know.

“I-I haven;t much experience around…. your kind either.”

“Well like I said, neither have I. It would be a fun first for both of us.”

Fun?!

She wasn’t sure what to say without the possibility of offending him. None of her words had really landed and he still seemed to have no idea what she was getting at. The hallway leading to the back and by extension, the backdoor was starting to look really appealing.

If she was careful… if she was quiet…. Her bike was chained up to a pipe right out back. If she could make it out there without being seen, she’d be out of this mess. She’d be able to ride back to her apartment, explain herself to him over text instead of…. Instead of… right now and…. Right here.

Pocketing her phone, which was still on the line, she unfolded her legs and began to crawl towards the back. A couple of cups and bottles of flavoring had fallen and shattered to the floor, she maneuvered past them so as not to get sliced in the knee and cry out. When she made it to the back hallway, she pressed herself against the wall. She stiffened when she felt her phone vibrate and the vague sound of Garret’s voice. Ignoring it, she continued to crawl the length of the hallway, the backdoor always in front of her, teasing her.

After what felt like an eternity of slinking along the tiled floor, her nose was inches away from the door. She looked over her shoulder before standing up and fumbling with the door knob. The creaky old door seemed louder than ever as it hinges squealed. She cringed, pushing it all the way open and stepping out. Her bike was on the left, chipped blue paint looking more beautiful than ever before.

She scrambled over to it, grabbing the bike lock and frantically clicked in the code. The lock snapped open and she didn’t hesitate to pull it away from the building and mount it. She began to pedal, her eyes fixated on the thin alley across the street that she had always used as a shortcut to her complex.

Suddenly, she heard movement. The rustle of fabric and a low grunt right before a growing shadow appeared feet in front of her. She had but a millisecond to turn her bike harshly to the left before something bigger than a decent sized car crashed down in front of her, the impact throwing her off her bike and sending her skidding across the pavement. The ground rocked once more before everything stilled.

Cecilia groaned, her elbows and calves burning from being dragged across the ground.

“Shit!” she froze as that same deep voice rumbled from far above her. She didn’t want to look up, but her body at that moment seemed to be on autopilot as her neck strained to look upwards.

Her eyes widened, a mountain of mass stood before her, reaching at least forty meters in height. Her mouth went completely dry when her eyes met with two familiar blue eyes, staring down at her.

She quickly looked back down, only to be met with the sight of those massive shoes only about two feet away from her.

“You alright?” Cecilia flinched at the voice, “That looked pretty rough.”

“I….I…” her lips quivered.

“Why’d you come out this door? I could have moved out of-'' he paused, Cecilia tentatively looked back up to see the eyes of the giant before her narrow. “You cold or somethin’? You’re uh…” he chuckled, “You’re shaking.”

To her horror, the enormous body before her started to get closer, beading down and taking up more of her vision if that was even possible. Her arms shot out in front of her, instinctively shielding herself. The movement around her stopped. She looked up to see Garret straighten back up, his eyes wide before something seemed to click in his brain.

“Is it me?”

#male giant #g/t #g/t writing #Garret is the ultimate bimbo.

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deviousdeliciousness · 11 hours

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Sweet Nothings

What can a giant's promises be but empty when they are given after having stolen the tiny away from her home?

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"Shhhh, shhhh, you're alright," came the rumbling croon, a gentle yet still overwhelming pressure brushing softly against her fragile back.

She buried her face further into her knees, arms wrapped tight around her calves and fingers digging crescent's into the meat of her thighs. It did little to mitigate her trembling.

"I'll take care of you," the voice soothed, once more stroking along her shivering spine.

A single set of tears spilled past her cheeks, dampening the threadbare cloth of her pants. She desperately withheld a whimper, clamping her lips tight as her chin quivered and her throat strained.

Her attempts did not matter; her captor noticed anyway. "Don't cry," he whispered, cupping her further between his undeniably monstrously-sized palms.

She squeezed her eyes shut, huddling more tightly in on herself and flinching as the soft touch against her back returned.

"You'll be happier, with me," her kidnapper murmured, and she could not tell if the words were more for her or for himself. Either version would not make the supplication any less of a lie.

Her chest heaved and stuttered with her aborted breaths, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth to stave off the worst of it.

The giant shushed her again, oh-so-comfortingly, sweetly, promising, "I shall give you whatever your heart so desires." His fingertip brushed gently against the back of her delicate neck, and she flinched at the touch. The attempt to soothe felt like nothing but a threat, an emphasis on the disparity between their sizes. His promises were worth less than that. How could they be more when she knew them to be so bitterly, laughably, untrue? For she knew he would never free her, and that was the only wish her tremulous heart so covetously, now cruelly, desired.

"Nobody will ever hurt you again," he lovingly crooned, gently stroking her trembling sides with a finger as long as she was tall. It was a bastardization of comfort for her, an unwanted touch.

If only she was brave enough to answer his words. To reason that her life had not been made of just hurt, and even the hurt had been proof that she had been living - had been alive. What was human nature, but for a struggle in life to achieve their self-destined goals? And so she had struggled, perhaps more than most - certainly more than many - but it had not meant that she ever, ever wished to be taken away from it all. From her life, from her people, from her home.

If she had the courage, she would rise to her feet and glare up to her captor, this leviathan monster disguised as man. She would jab a finger up to him and shout and rage that he was hurting her, far deeper than most, as this pain went to her very soul instead of only skin deep.

What did it matter if he outwardly treated her gently - if even his capture of her had left her with nary a bruise - if his very actions in and of themselves rent her heart to shattered pieces.

It did not matter, and it never would. She would never trust this giant and his sweet nothings, his gentle touches, for he had made it clear from the very beginning that he saw her as something lesser than.

To him, she was nothing but a doll, one to be picked up - to be 'rescued' - from the dirt and carried away, heedless to her protests, to her autonomy or to her desires.

No, she would not fall for his sweet nothings, for his entreaties, for his meaningless platitudes. Not for this giant who had stolen her away from her life as if it had meant nothing. She could never forgive such an irreparable, callous cruelty.

And as she curled up tightly in his cupped palm, feeling his thunderous heartbeat through the bare soles of her dirt-stained feet... she dully wondered if her forgiveness would even mean anything to him at all.

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;( kjsjhf BIG sad, mah bad. Highkeeeey wanted to make it so the giant does have a legit reason? Or at least thought he did bc of some misunderstanding or smthn - but for now, here's some more unresolved angst! :D

but fr this was uhh a lil (a lot) depressing ngl, but uhhh ye hopefully you liked?? :DDDD *sweats*

#g/t #g/t community #giant tiny #giant/tiny #gt writing #g/t angst #unintentional fearplay #sweet nothing #tw kidnapping #g/t writing #depresso espresso #angst

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entomolog-t · 1 month

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You know what I wanna see??

Borrower stories where the human isn't just your everyday citizen.

Borrowers who realize they're living with a particularly dangerous psychopath, a spy, some mystical being they didn't realize existed, a mad scientist, ANYTHING.

I want the borower to feel like the normal being compared to whatever frick frack is going on with the human.

I want it to be incredibly weird when they meet.

Like both of them catching the other in the act of something they definitely weren't supposed to see. Both of them being utterly baffled by one another.

Forget the single sided "human realized borrowers exist"

I want a duel sided ball drop moment.

A killer caught in the act by a borrower-

An alien taking off their disguise and just hearing a tiny scream from under the furniture

A spy catching a tiny being rummaging through very confidential documents and immediately thinking this is some wildly advance spy tech

A scientist finding a tiny being staring in horror at the experiments locked up in their lab

A vampire getting caught drinking blood by a curiously tiny lil human

JWHFDLKAFHKL

Goodness- I need WEIRD borrower stories.

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t prompts #g/t shitpost #g/t writing #entoprompts

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averagegtenjoyer · 8 months

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Being loomed over. Receiving little flirty comments from someone a hundred times your size. Your difference in size and power is nearly indescribable - you can barely comprehend how large they must be even as you look at them. Their voice comes out as a low rumble, their body moving slower than normal due to the dilation of time caused by their size (or, perhaps, your size), and as their hand reaches down towards you impossibly slowly, you still cant escape it, in all of its vastness. A finger taller than you are poking you in the stomach and causing you to nearly topple over. The larger is on another plane of existence, in a way. But as they look down at you with such infatuation, regardless of your survival instinct telling you to run, your pounding heart, and your trembling form, you feel oddly safe. Its nice to be doted on a little. To be observed by eyes larger than your torso. To be treated gently by something that could crush you like a bug. To be loved by something beyond comprehension. Erm. Yeah.

#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #gt #giant tiny #g/t writing #i love giants i love tinies i love the dynamic so much eep #we do a little time dilation as a treat #big slow lumbering giants my beloved #giant: i could eat you rn #me: twirls hair and then what

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officiallygoblin · 1 month

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*Wears this to my own weddding*

#gt #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t talk #g/t community #sfw g/t #g/t shitpost #g/t fluff #g/t related #g/t meme #g/t writing #g/t scenario

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cat-egg-gt · 7 months

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Too many ‘normal’ people in g/t stories I think.

Give me a germaphobe human that loses their mind finding out a borrower has committed the ultimate sin (walked on their counter)

Give me deaf borrower who thinks their being quiet while borrowing, and the human just plays along, pretending they don’t hear all the noise they’re making

Give me autistic giant who holds a human captive simply so they have someone to infodump to

Give me human with visual and auditory hallucinations that just thinks the little guy they’ve seen running around their house is a hallucination

This isn’t even mostly about representation, I just think applying these to the g/t dynamic makes an even more interesting dynamic

#g/t #gt community #g/t scenario #g/t story #g/t writing #giant/tiny #gt #g/t community #g/t concept #g/t prompt #g/t idea

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nataly-gt · 6 months

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giants in fantasy worlds. except they're not stereotypical and brutish but like normal everyday people. academics, sculptors, librarians. you name it.

gimme a giant who carves the most intricate tools out of entire trees please. or one who chisels boulders the size of houses into beautiful statues! a giant with the largest collection of books and literature in the kingdom that gets so excited to share it whenever a human passes by. giants who study the magical properties of the world and write boring-ass research papers about them, alternatively spending their time debating philosophy with human scholars.

or give me a giant who's a bit of a brute, but a damn kind and gentle soul too! one who's powerful and not afraid to fight, but also caring of the humans around them. so many depictions of giants in fantasy media make them gross and brainless, i swear. gimme one who showers every day!!

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t fluff #sfw g/t #g/t ideas #fantasy writing #g/t community

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alice-angel12x · 9 months

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Borrower AU (welcome Home Au)

AU is Created by @cloudy-dreams. a human being transferred to the neighborhood, with a noticeable difference in their appearance, is that they’re small. I had a giant brain rot for this Au. Check out more of @cloudy-dreams Au Here.

Here is my Idea of Borrower Y/n. I like to imagine this little borrower being a bit more adventurous and even a bit... Rebellious. Cause according to Cloudy-dreams, Wally absolutely not letting Y/N leave home.

So This little borrower does everything in their power to escape home. And they Did.

Only cause Home, one day took pity on the 5 to 6-inch tall neighbor. Home gave them a 10-minute head start while they kept Wally inside.

Y/n used this time to explore. Bully Eddie with their intimidating small frame, and tried to haggle prices with Howdy.

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justme315 · 18 days

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G/t thought

Yeah, yeah, I love all the fluff and all the borrower/human and human/giant friendly stories and all the disappearing fear and friendship building, but… sometimes I need some angst. Some trauma. Some realistic fear. A borrower who has witnessed a human hurting/killing another borrower will not trust the human easily. Maybe the human/giant does something out of order when their angry. Or maybe they're just evil and don't care how they make the tiny feel. Hell, maybe they even like it when they're scared.

I live for some good angst.

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt related #giant tiny #gt community #g/t concept #g/t writing #gt #g/t related #g/t angst #g/t scenario #gianttiny #giant #g/t community #g/t fearplay #g/t idea

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that-one-anime-writer · 6 months

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GUYS MY FRIEND IS ONTO ME- WHAT DO I DO

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t idea #g/t concept #g/t scenario #g/t fluff #size difference #tinies #g/t writing

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sprout-gt · 8 months

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imagine waking up...

imagine waking up next to a giant.

your eyes flutter open and your breath immedietly catches with awe. the person beside you takes up nearly your whole vision, and you're only taking in their torso. the slopes of their immense shoulders so far above you, the overwhelming length of their legs out of sight as they're tucked underneath you. they're almost too much to take in all at once.

the shape of their sleeping form seems to be a crescent, like they've cocooned themselves around you. the soft breaths they take in and out wash over you, the rise and fall of their chest so pronounced in front of you. you're hyperaware how the mattress just slightly receeds under them as they exhale. even sleeping, they're so much. despite this, you've never felt so safe. you feel shielded from the world beyond their form, protected.

their hand is gently draped over you, a comfortable pressure that provides such comfort. they asked, while you both were falling into a pleasant sleep, if they might hold you. the fact they take such care when you emody so little of them warms your heart. you place your own over their thumb in front of you. your palm covers so little, and yet you find no discomfort in this. the person in front and over and around you stirs, just slightly- letting out a content little breath. the sound, although just a small exhale for them, fills your mind.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

imagine waking up next to a tiny

your eyes flutter open and your breath immedietly catches with awe. the person beside you is tucked so neatly beneath your hand, which you placed over them ever so gently as you both began to drift to sleep. you broke the comfortable silence to ask in a mere whisper, as not to startle them, if this would be alright. now, in the early morning light they doze under you.

you can only see their little torso poking out from your hand. their little shoulders can't take up more than an inch or two. you can barely make out their chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm against the mattress, the sound of their breaths imperceptable. they are so small, and yet they they're sleeping so soundly against you. you can't help but feel protective for them, you want to shield them against the world that's so much larger to them than it is for you.

you can't scarcely believe how much this person has placed their trust in you, when you must be so much to them. not wanting to disturb their slumber, you gently brush their shoulder with your thumb. even your thumb covers so much of them, yet you find no discomfort in this. they stir ever slightly, their shoulders raising ever slightly against your diget. you can barely make out a content little breath they let out. despite being nearly imperceptable, the sound rings out like a bell to you.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#g/t #g/t community #sfw g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t prompts #g/t scenario #now the question is who would you want to be hehe #let me know!!#brain worms kinda went wild on this one

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