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CH 2- Grapes

After minutes of constant thrashing, when the movement in his pocket stilled, Ian worried. He lightened his hold a little, but still kept his hand in place while the helicopter made its rough descent, not wanting Adelaide to hurt herself or fall out.

It didn’t take long for Adelaide to regain consciousness. Her eyes peeked open as the giants exited the helicopter onto the landing pad.

Okay, Adelaide, take stock of your surroundings, she thought. Standard procedure when she woke up anywhere, really.

She couldn’t see, that was for sure. So, she was still in Ian's pocket. At least she hoped it was Ian’s pocket, but she refused to consider any alternative, lest she throw herself straight into another panic attack. The sounds of rushing water and helicopter blades assaulted her ears, and she was suddenly grateful for the relatively quiet ride to the island. For the time being, Adelaide would have to plug her ears. She felt the familiar sway of the pocket that came with Ian’s casual swagger. They probably just disembarked.

Oh yeah, and she was mad.

As much as Adelaide wanted to stay in the pocket and never face Ian or any of the giants ever again, she was still gross and sweaty and cramped, and above all else she had to know what was going on, so she squirmed her way to the lip of the pocket.

Ian glanced down (perhaps a little too eagerly) when he felt movement. Slowly, he pinched the pocket open with his thumb and index finger.

All the progress Adelaide made climbing to the top was foiled when Ian opened it, sending her falling back to the bottom in surprise. She glared up at him as his face filled the entire opening, blocking any potential sunlight.

“Welcome back to the land of the living,” he teased.

“Not funny,” she said, crossing her arms.

Ian's smirking face was suddenly replaced by a giant hand looking to fish her out. Adelaide gave a half-hearted kick to his fingers just to let him know that she wasn’t in the mood, which made him momentarily freeze, but he continued, and she resigned herself to being lifted out. She made sure to secure her knife at the last second but was unable to grab her bag. Not that she’d need it. She just felt naked without it.

When she regained her bearings in his loose fist, Adelaide found herself held up to eye level. She surely wasn’t going to speak first, so she just stared at Ian, swaying in his palm as he walked along with the others. Her instinct was to look around and locate any threats (the rest of the giants), but she couldn’t be the first to look away in their staring contest.

Despite her size, Ian could clearly see the stains of tear tracks on her cheeks, which made his heart do a small somersault. Guilt. That’s what that was called. He didn’t like the feeling. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Fine,” she lied.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, seeing through her bullshit. He lowered his hand to chest height so he could focus on walking across such uneven terrain, not wanting to launch her into oblivion, but he continued talking. Plus, apologies were easier when he didn’t have to make eye contact. “I’m sorry. The helicopter was ascending and - and descending feet at a time. I uh, I didn’t want you to get... hurt.”

“I said I’m fine."

Ian sighed as he deposited her on his shoulder. This was a conversation for another time.

If Ian hadn’t listened to Adelaide before, he certainly wouldn’t listen now, so what was the point in explaining herself? He would never understand what existence as a borrower was like, no matter how much he tried. He didn’t understand the exhaustion that came not only with the physical toll on their bodies, but the mental and emotional gymnastics of constant vigilance too. A borrower always had to be on guard. They had to sleep light, keep their head on a swivel, and always plan for the next outing, because they were always in need of something. Food, water, clothing, tools- all these things depleted quicker than they could keep up with. Plus, how embarrassing, to be shoved into a pocket against your will in front of a bunch of new giants! She was trying to make a good impression, exhibit her autonomy, and he made her look like some plaything!

Adelaide loved Ian. She really did, but even a trusted giant was still a dangerous giant. One misstep, one careless gesture, and she could end up injured or dead. He simply didn’t understand that.

***

Adelaide stood in the enormous bowl of fruit, tugging on the same green grape she had been tugging on for the last thirty-five minutes. She was surrounded by food larger than her, but it had been a long time since anything like that bothered her. The more food around, the better. It had to have been almost two in the morning at that point, and she could feel her eyelids get heavier by the second. But the grape was so loose, just a couple more tugs and she knew it would be hers. Adelaide hadn’t had fruit in so long.

Without warning, tremors started to shake the ground. They grew stronger and closer quickly, which only meant one thing. Ian was awake.

Abandoning the grape, she ducked behind the bundle of them, holding completely still and letting her dark hair conceal her face as he approached the kitchen. Though her eyes were well-adjusted to the dark, his massive body was so big and so fast that he still appeared as a dark blob.

Don’t. Move. Don’t move and he won’t notice you.

It was just her luck that the Bean stopped right in front of the granite counter her shelter sat upon. It was also just her luck that he wanted something from the bowl of fruit. A hand over double Adelaide’s size reached toward the banana sitting innocently to her right at a blinding speed. To her though, it looked like Ian was reaching right for her .

Stumbling, Adelaide fell through the grapes onto her back, landing somewhere in the middle of the bundle. She yelped. The hand froze three quarters of the way to its destination.

He heard me.

It was all over. She was tangled up in the stems of the grape bundle, as bare as it was. It would take Adelaide a solid ten minutes and a lot of scratches just to untangle herself, and that was without a Bean standing right in front of her with the knowledge that she was there. The hand retreated, but only for a moment to flick on the light. Blinded, Adelaide reached up to cover her eyes, already nicking herself on a stem.

Ian peered into the bowl. “Della?”

Adelaide winced. How was she going to explain herself out of this one? “Heyyyyy,” was all she could think to say. As her vision cleared, she stared straight up at him (not that she had the choice to look any other way, stuck as she was) and saw that he was wearing his pajamas. There were bags under his eyes and his dark, curly hair was askew.

“What are you doing in my, um...in my fruit...bowl?” he asked, yawning. His booming voice made hers sound so quiet in comparison.

“Oh, you know...just...hanging out.” She could actively hear how dumb she sounded.

“Alright, well... can I grab a banana?”

“Be my guest,” she responded shakily. He still didn’t reach for it, expecting an explanation as to why she was ensnared in a trap made of grapes. “I just wanted some food,” Adelaide sighed, knowing how pathetic that admission was.

“You can just ask, you know."

“I know.”

Silence.

Finally, Ian broke it. “Are you going to get out?”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

“I’m stuck.”

“Ah.” Ian wasn’t sure what to do. He hadn’t known Adelaide for a very long time, maybe just under two months or so, and he had not held her, or even touched her for that matter, since the first day they met. If he knew one thing, it was that she didn’t like to be touched.

The two stared at each other for what felt like an infinite amount of time before Ian made an impatient decision. He reached into the bowl.

Adelaide cried out as the hand descended right toward her, same as before. But same as before, he was just reaching for the banana. Ian’s hand was in and out of the picture before Adelaide could even think to move, leaving her confused and disoriented.

Ian peeled the banana as he walked toward the kitchen table. With his mouth full, he said, “Well, let me know if you want any, uh, any help.” He sat in a chair, sinking below Adelaide's eye-line.

Adelaide was momentarily baffled that she made it out of that encounter unscathed. A larger part of her was baffled that he didn’t offer any help. He was going to make her ask for it.

Fine. She would get out of this herself, then. At least she had light now.

Looking up through the stems above her head, Adelaide hoisted herself into a sitting position with only small scratches on her hands. So far so good. She leaned forward to see if she could build the momentum to swing her feet underneath her. A sharp tug on her hair.

“Ow!”

There was no way Ian didn’t hear that, sitting as close as he was, but she couldn’t see him over the lip of the bowl, and he gave no indication that he did. Adelaide twisted her head as much as she could, only to see her hair knotted around several different stems. Great .

So, Adelaide spent the next six and a half minutes untangling her hair, scratching up her arms and legs in the process. Afterward, she tied it back, keeping it out of the way, like she should have done in the first place. Luckily, untangling her bag was less of a challenge. The only thing left to do was climb up.

She saw multiple different openings and multiple potential paths, but each one was just a little too small for her to squeeze her body through. Where was the original hole she fell through? Adelaide tried and tried, but the stems kept her trapped in her grape prison. It would take her a million years to cut through even one if she wanted to use her knife, and the effort would dull the blade considerably, so that was a no-go.

The cuts across her body and face were really starting to build up and sting, and after about thirteen more minutes, Adelaide gave up. She would have to ask for help. If Ian hadn’t left. How embarrassing would it be for him to find her in the same position come morning?

Though she still couldn’t see him, Adelaide never heard him leave, so she assumed he was still there. “Ian?” she tried. No answer. “Ian, I need your help,” she said, a little louder this time. Every prideful ounce of her body burned at the pitiful sound in her voice. Maybe he left when she was distracted, but she knew she would have heard, or at least felt his departure. Maybe it was for the best that Ian didn’t hear that, and she could save herself some dignity.

In reality, Ian had finished his banana ages ago, and was waiting with crossed arms for Adelaide to either pull herself together (unlikely) or give in and ask for help. Adelaide heard a chair scrape backwards. Heavy footsteps shook the ground as Ian approached, right until he was looming over top of her. Sweat dripped down Adelaide’s back and she gulped. Neither of them said anything.

“Please don’t make me say it again,” Adelaide said.

“Say what?” Ian asked not-so-innocently, a smile plaguing his face.

Asshole. She took a slow, deep breath. There was only one way out of this. Get over yourself. “I need your help.”

“Alright,” was all he said before he reached in with both hands. Adelaide didn’t have time to process what was happening until she, along with the bundle of grapes, was lifted into the air and set back down on the kitchen table at an impossible speed, everything a blur. She forced herself to unclench her fists.

“Be right back,” he said.

Adelaide waited there awkwardly. It wasn’t like she had much choice.

Ian returned shortly with a pair of scissors. Adelaide’s heart plummeted. She knew in her head that Beans used scissors of this size every day. It was natural for them, and she was sure Ian would be careful, but staring at scissors over twice the length of her body as they rapidly approached was not for the faint of heart.

Adelaide squirmed. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” she yelled, stalling. Ian froze. “Hold on. Do you need scissors? Can’t you just...” Adelaide knew that she sounded ridiculous even before she asked the non-question.

Ian stared down at her, eyes never wavering. “I’m careful. I promise. Just uh, hold still.”

Adelaide nodded and held her breath. That was all the confirmation Ian needed to continue. He reached down again, slower this time, but still too fast for Adelaide’s liking, and she braced herself. Up close, she saw that even the blades alone were bigger than her body. She watched as they came within inches of her, but just as Ian promised, he was careful. Even if the loud snap from each cut and the bounce back of the stem that followed made her jump every time.

If she wasn’t so scared, it would have been mesmerizing to watch him work. The way the muscles and bones in his hand shifted under his skin with the smallest movement- Adelaide knew that it was just his hand, much like her own hand, but blown up to this size, it seemed unreal. A giant mechanism attached to an even bigger Bean with a mind of its own. She shivered.

Eventually, Ian worked a larger hole into the bundle, big enough for Adelaide to pull herself through.

She started to get up but was suddenly engulfed by a hand. It reached into the hole for her, easily sliding past those stems that gave her so much trouble. It wrapped around her body, perfectly covering her head to toe to protect her from scratching herself further, which meant his hand was just as wide as she was tall. Wow.

Adelaide squirmed in his grip. It didn't hurt and she wasn’t suffocating, but it was tight enough to make her uncomfortable. Plus, he hadn't held her since the day they met, and that definitely wasn't a pleasant experience. There was no way he knew what he was doing. She felt her body yanked upward into the sky and then placed down on a hard surface. Still trying to wriggle out of his grip, the hand unwrapped unexpectedly, sending her sprawling.

Adelaide blinked a couple times to clear her head. She was sitting on the kitchen table. Her body burned from all the miniscule cuts, some of which were bleeding lightly. And right in front of her stood Ian. He sat down and leaned his elbows on the table to put himself closer to eye level. Adelaide stepped back a little to get some space between them and to avoid looking directly up at him. She knew there was something she was supposed to say, but no words came to mind as her head spun.

“You’re welcome,” Ian said, smirking.

“I was getting to that,” Adelaide lied. “But thank you.”

“Are you uh, are you alright?” he asked uncomfortably, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. But if he didn't want to be there, why didn't he set her on the counter so she could be on her merry way? No, he set her on the table for a reason, and Adelaide dreaded that reason. He wanted to talk.

“Yeah. Just a couple of scratches, nothing out of the ordinary," she answered, trying to downplay the situation.

“Let me get you some Neosporin or - or something.”

“It’s really not that serious.” Adelaide desperately wanted to get back into the dark, safe confines of the walls.

“I insist,” he interrupted, and before she could say anything else, he disappeared. She could just leave now. Nothing really stopped her, but on the off chance that Ian got unreasonably angry at her early departure, she stayed. And whatever Neosporin was - it sounded like it was supposed to help with something. And she supposed she should make an effort if she was going to keep living in his walls.

Ian returned with a crumpled yellow tube that he was unscrewing the cap off of. He stopped at the table while squeezing whatever was in the tube onto his index finger. He set the tube off to the side and lowered his outstretched finger next to her.

Instinctively, Adelaide stepped back, but she wasn’t really frightened, just startled. He was too fast. She eyed the gel on his finger and slowly approached, not quite sure what she was supposed to do. She looked between Ian and his finger a couple times, trying to work it out. Adelaide hated looking stupid.

“Put it on your arms,” he explained.

“Oh,” Adelaide said. She tentatively placed her hands in the gel. Oh. It was a thick, cool, sticky substance. She wriggled her fingers around a bit, then pulled her hands out with a gross, suction noise, and hesitated before she glanced up at Ian for confirmation. This was supposed to go on her scratches?

Ian nodded encouragingly. If Adelaide had to guess, he almost seemed amused. If he even thought about mocking her though, she would have stuck him with her knife.

She slowly glopped the gel onto her right arm, rubbing it in in a repetitive circular motion. At first it stung, but Adelaide felt relief almost immediately. “Oh.”

Ian quietly laughed as he she rubbed the ointment into all her limbs and realization lit up her face. By the end, she was one big ball of grease, and Ian couldn't help but smile. She looked so content, especially in contrast to her usual spiky demeanor.

“You know, uh, you don’t have to sneak around to get, um, to get food anymore...right?”

Adelaide closed her eyes. “Yeah, I know,” She was dreading this question. Because he was right. Adelaide had all the supplies she needed at her disposal, including food. So why was she out borrowing in the middle of the night, risking her life for a grape?

Because you can’t rely on anybody. Ian didn't owe Adelaide anything. At any second, he could decide against sharing his hard-earned supplies. She couldn’t provide him with money, couldn’t provide him with anything of use. He gave her these constant gifts out of the kindness of his own heart, even if he wouldn't admit it, and he could change his mind at any time. He could become annoyed by her; he could grow to hate her. Or he could just up and leave, away to some new place, leaving her behind. So, Adelaide couldn’t get soft or weak. She couldn’t stay reliant on anyone but herself, at least not if she wanted to survive.

And even if she could rely on Ian for forever, she didn’t want to. Adelaide was not some pet to be taken care of. She was not some pitiful being who was less than Human Beans, who let the big, nice Bean take care of her. What would other borrowers think? What would her parents think? No, Adelaide was strong and intelligent and resourceful, and she would be damned if she let this man ‘look after her’. She did it on her own for eight years, and she would do it on her own for the rest of her life. Bean or no Bean.

Adelaide could have said all of that. What she actually said, after a lengthy pause from Ian that indicated she should talk more, was, “I need to be prepared for the worst possible situation. You understand that? You could leave or... someone could...you know...” her cheeks flushed.

“I don’t have any plans to – to go anywhere any time soon,” he shrugged. How could he be so nonchalant about everything?

Adelaide tried a different angle. “I just need to make sure I keep my mind and body sharp. You say that, but you never know for sure. If I end up on my own again, I need to know I can survive.”

“Well, uh, you simply just won’t be alone again."

“That’s not the point!” Adelaide felt like a child throwing a tantrum.

“That sure sounds like the point. Plus, I know-” Ian stopped mid-sentence to reach over Adelaide, pluck a grape off its stem, and pop it in his mouth. He continued, still chewing. “and - and you know...you can survive just fine with or, uh, without me. So, you might as well let me – let me help you.”

Adelaide had to look away while he chewed, unsettled. A spark of envy briefly shot its way through her body at how easy it was for him to get that grape. It took her an hour to get to this point and she had nothing to show for it. Even if she did manage to snag one, she’d still have to haul it through the walls back to her home, clean it, chop it up, and store it as best she could. And that was ignoring the fact that predators would probably sniff it out from a mile away and come prowling. For Ian, it was as easy as picking it up between two fingers and bringing it to his lips. Ugh.

When Adelaide looked back up, another grape sat next to her. She was shocked that Ian was able to move so quietly while she was lost in her thoughts, to the point that she didn’t even notice. That probably wasn’t good.

Adelaide knew she should have felt grateful, but instead, her envy only grew. Oh, grab a another one. Rub it in even more, she thought. Then, she was mad at herself for being jealous. This was just the way things were. This was her life, and she was good at living it, end of story. And Ian obviously didn’t mean anything by it, he was just trying to be helpful.

At the very least, Adelaide couldn’t accept the grape, no matter how much she wanted to, especially while she was trying to defend her independence and her insistence on borrowing.

“Ian, please,” Adelaide said forcefully, ignoring the fruit. She was about to be vulnerable, and she needed his full attention if she was going to break through to him. She looked at her feet as she forced the words out. They sounded quiet even to her own ears. “I need this. I need to borrow, I need to feel this connection to my identity, this connection to my family, and I need to feel independent, like I’m capable... Like I’m not some pet.” She lazily kicked the grape and watched it roll an inch or two.

Silence. Adelaide slowly peered up at him, wondering what he was thinking, wondering if anything happened. Did she say something wrong?

Ian just stared at her, confused. “You’re certainly not my pet,” he said matter-of-factly. “That- that doesn’t even make sense but beyond that, I can’t say I... follow... But hey, if it’s important to you, it’s important to you. We all have our things, and uh...’borrowing’ is yours. Mine is Chaos Theory. So go wild, but uh, you always have food here if-if you need it.” He smiled and ruffled Adelaide's hair with a fingertip.

Stunned, Adelaide leaned back and batted at the finger overhead. She was frightened at first, feeling a slight pressure on her neck, but once she understood what was happening, she felt annoyed, and a little surprised at his audacity. The finger retreated before she could get a good hit in, but not before it could do some mild damage to her already tangled hair.

With that, Ian lightly nudged the grape back over to her, stood up, and walked away, probably heading back to bed. As he made it to the door frame that led to the hallway, he paused and turned to look at her.

Adelaide’s heart froze at the sudden attention, but otherwise she didn’t move. “I’d offer to take you back to your place, but you insist on independence, so...” he trailed off.

Adelaide recognized his teasing but also recognized the question that lay underneath. Ian was asking to give her a lift back to the counter.

She appreciated the gesture, but her heart wasn’t quite there tonight. It probably leapt out of her chest and ran away when Ian pulled her out of the grapes. Her body was sore, her mind was racing, and she had already spent way too much time in those hands today.

“I’m fine,” Adelaide said. “Go to bed.” She smiled at him. He smiled back before he turned to go.

Adelaide’s smile faded. She liked Ian a lot. He was sarcastic but helpful, and he kept her life interesting, but she felt like most of her words didn’t register in his head. He didn’t understand and would probably never understand, but was he even trying? Or did he know it was useless to imagine being three inches tall anyway? Imagination didn’t do it justice.

Whatever the case, Adelaide eyed the stupid grape as she pulled out her hook and briefly considered taking it, but she didn’t care enough and was frankly too exhausted to figure out how to get it up the cliff that was the counter and through the walls. Plus, her thoughts would be elsewhere for the rest of the night, too distracted to even try.

***

Exhaustion. All the time.

So, Adelaide guessed she shouldn’t have expected Ian to understand why she needed out of the pocket so bad. In his mind, it was the only way to keep her safe, and therefore the benefits outweighed the costs. He didn't understand that at a certain point, it didn't matter if the hand belonged to a friend or enemy. It was still a trap, still a prison. There’s no way he could’ve imagined what it was like to be stuck in a sauna of a cloth prison, held in place by an unmovable force with a mind of its own. One that could squeeze just a little too hard and-

Glancing at the handful of giant strangers walking around her, Adelaide suddenly wanted to drop it. So as Ian approached a car with the others, she whispered, “I didn’t know your mouth was capable of forming the words, ‘I’m sorry.’”

At that, Ian laughed. “I have my moments.”

Okay. They were back for now. Both Adelaide and Ian felt the uneasy tension in the air, but both were willing to look past it so long as they were on this island. The argument certainly wasn’t over, but they could do that back at home. Stuck out on an island in Costa Rica, they were better off as allies. And so, the unspoken pact to “chill” was born.

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evieismol · 23 days

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so i love hair sticks/pins/forks bc i have semi long hair (waist lengthish) irl that i love dearly but also continuously annoys me as it gets in the way if its down and takes a bit to actually style or braid so i usually just keep it up in a french twist or nautilus bun which is all background info bc im a yapper for why i bought a hair pin that looks like a mini sword and that got me thinking…its got gt vibes. Like, concept, Giantesses (or giants!) with long hair using swords or other similarly sized (or larger) objects as hair pins or decorations. Maybe bigger giants using stuff like telephone poles or street lamps or whole trees?

Idk this has just been on my mind since it arrived earlier today.

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #gt diy #sfw g/t #gt sfw #g/t community

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evieismol · 23 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.

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evieismol · 26 days

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u ever wonder how many ppl youve met in passing or otherwise that also like gt and u just…never know? among us rl

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt shitpost #gt

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evieismol · 27 days

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when someone irl jokingly asks if they’re “big and scary”

…bitch i WISH. Id sell my left kidney for g/t to be real. Also fearplay vibes lmao

#g/t #giant/tiny #gt #gt shitpost

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evieismol · 29 days

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Big Bend Chapter Twenty Seven - Aquarium

Word count: ~1300 words

Cw: mentions of giant killing someone in the past, past trauma, cursing

Angie’s POV

I felt like my mind was reeling from Dave’s revelation. I didn’t want to harp on what was clearly a very traumatic event, instead deciding to let him lead. So when he changed the subject, saying we should get going to the aquarium, I didn’t argue. Despite that, though, his account remained in my mind even as we entered the aquarium’s doors, as we bought our tickets, and as we started looking around. I had countless questions I wanted the answer to. Most of which I knew he didn’t even have the answer to, like who that man that was killed was, or who the giant who had killed him was. How the giant had gotten to earth, and where he’d gone after the incident.

All questions he likely wanted to know even more than I did, I thought.

I tried to refocus on the exhibits around us, a plan that was so far miserably failing. Jellyfish were plenty intriguing, but they hardly held a candle to the sheer shock factor of what my coworker had just shared with me.

Dave picked up on my distractedness fairly quickly. “Kind of killed the vibe with that trauma dump, huh?” He said, giving a half hearted laugh. I shook my head quickly.

“No-I mean, yes, but like, I’m glad you shared. I just can’t imagine what that must have been like to see as a kid, I guess.”

Dave gave a small shrug. “Yeah. It still feels surreal to me, honestly.”

“And I’m really surprised you’re working with Easton and us after…that,” I said, the words slipping from my mouth before I could second guess them. Out of the many, many questions I had, that was one of the ones that confused me the most. Sure, Dave’s continued unease around our giant coworker made more sense now, but why he’d take and then keep the job now made even less sense. I’d think the last thing he want to do was work with a giant in the middle of nowhere after seeing a giant kill someone in the middle of nowhere as a child.

“Me too,” Dave admitted. He met my gaze, giving a resigned sigh. “I don’t really know what I was thinking. Or what I am thinking.” He paused. “Have you ever been so afraid of something that it almost becomes some sort of fascinating?”

I considered his question. “Well, I guess I like watching horror movies and true crime for kind of a similar reason?”

“Yeah. So there’s the whole scary but fascinating part, and then I guess I was hoping maybe working woth Easton would help me get over it, but really I think it just made everything more confusing, because he’s so…human? Like, the giant that killed that guy has always just been some shadowy monster in my brain, but Easton’s…nice. Funny. Anxious. Kind of awkward…all these traits that don’t fit with some caricature of a boogey man. God, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”

“No, no, I think I get it?” I offered.

“And then I end up feeling bad that I am still so freaked out by him, because sometimes he really just seems like another…person? And then I remember he’s not even from our world, and he’s bigger than some of our buildings, and he could kill me just as easily as that other giant killed that man-and then I just get stuck in this weird limbo of feeling guilty because I don’t really think he’d do something that like, and feeling scared because he could, and not wanting to quit because I don’t want what happened back then to define my while life, but very much wanting to quit because what am I thinking…and, fuck, I’m really rambling.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, offering Dave a hopefulym reassuring smile. “I don’t know how I’d even begin to process all of that, but I’m more than happy to listen if that’ll help.”

“Thanks,” Dave said. “I really am sorry for ruining the vibe, though. I mean, there’s some really cool fish here.”

“And we have plenty of time to see them still,” I said. “Really, you don’t need to apologize. I was just trying to process, I guess.”

“You and me both,” Dave said with a dry laugh.

I leaned over to give Dave a half hug after a moment.

“Thanks for trusting me with that,” I said.

We turned to look at the jellyfish in front of us, this silence washing over us this time comfortable instead of awkward. I wasn’t exactly sure how long we stood there, the blue creatures in front of us drifting lazily through the water, tentacles swirling behind them. It wasn’t either of us who eventually broke the silence, but instead a new voice.

“They’re pretty, aren’t they,” the unfamiliar voice mused from behind us. Dave and I both turned at the same time to see who had spoken. The newcomer was a man perhaps a bit older than us - late twenties or early thirties, if I had to guess. I hadn’t seen him enter the dimly lit room that housed the jellyfish exhibit, but then again, I hadn’t been paying much attention to my surroundings during our prior conversation.

“They’re real mesmerizing,” Dave agreed. “It’s kind of amazing that they don’t have a brain…ocean life is weird.”

“All life is weird if you think too hard about it,” the stranger said. “It requires such delicate balance.” He paused. “Have you seen the alligator exhibit upstairs yet?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. We just got here.”

“It’s worth checking out, if only to appreciate how long crocodilians have called this planet home.”

“Oh, that’s right - they’ve existed since like the dinosaurs, haven’t they?”

The stranger nodded. “One of the two remaining archosaurs.”

“You seem like you know a lot about animals,” Dave said.

The stranger shrugged. “I enjoy learning. I’m Lee, by the way.”

Dave extended his hand. “Dave. This is Angie.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Are you two from the area?” Lee asked, shaking Dave’s hand. I was already shaking my head before he’d finished the question.

“Not really. Just here on a weekend trip,” I said. “You?”

“Something similar,” Lee replied. “I was in the area for business.”

“We’re in the area to get away from business,” Dave joked.

“I think we all need to do that every now and then. You two work together, then?”

“Yeah. We’re both park rangers, we had the weekend off and thought we’d come over here,” I replied.

“Park rangers! That sounds like a fun job - I used to work at a park myself. Just as a tour guide, though. Which park are you at?”

“Big Bend,” Dave replied.

“Ah, I think I’ve seen that one in the news a lot recently. Something about hiring a giant?”

“Yeah. An aphirial. His name’s Easton Parks.”

“A fitting name for his job,” Lee said with a laugh. “Park ranger Parks.”

I was a little surprised that was what he’d focused on, given the other bit of information I’d offered. Easton’s name being ironically fitting had occurred to me as well, though, and I gave a small laugh.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“What did you say you did for work?” Dave asked.

“I didn’t, but I’m a freelancer of sorts these days,” Lee replied. “It gives me plenty of time to travel.”

“That must be nice,” I said. “We both stay pretty busy. Still, we’re lucky to have gotten this weekend at least.”

“Beautiful weekend here too, not too hot. It does get pretty hot over by Big Bend, though, doesn’t it?”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Dave said. “Puts Arizona to shame somedays, I swear.”

“I’ve heard the flash floods over there do too,” Lee said. He paused, as if remembering something. “Well, I should get going - I won’t interrupt your weekend any further. I hope you enjoy the rest of the aquarium!”

He didn’t wait for us to respond before leaving the room.

“Huh,” Dave said after a moment. “That was kinda weird.”

#giant/tiny #g/t #gt #sfw g/t #gt writing

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*shrinks you* april fools

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Accidents Happen

Some unnamed characters, and a scenario that has played in my head since I was 13 that I finally got around to putting words to?

Warnings: angst. hurt/comfort, death mention, panic attacks

Word count: ~1.2k

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“What were you thinking?!” He shouts, causing her to cower away from him. Her hands immediately come up to cover her ears. It’s not just that he’s loud, but she can feel the vibrations of him shouting at her rumble through her whole body. She stares up at him with wide eyes, unable to do anything to stop him as he digs her out of his backpack. His gigantic fingers pull her into his palm. She’s all tangled up in the chords of his old headphones. He makes an exasperated noise as the headphones come out with her. “See? You got all- ugh. You could have been hurt! Seriously hurt! I didn’t know you were in there! How long where you there? All day? Oh my gosh. You were in there all day weren’t you.” His enormous digits fumble around her as he tries to untangle the mess of wires that she’s found herself in. Looking up at his face she sees him frowning, deep in concentration. He’s trying to manipulate her limbs and free her from the wire without hurting her.

“I” She tries quietly, but he interrupts.

“No, listen If I threw my backpack down too carelessly, or if I leaned against a wall wrong, or – seriously a million different things could have happened with you in there! Why didn’t you think that through for even a second!” He's so upset, his fingers tremble around her.

“I-“ She tries again, but he ignores her.

“You could have gotten a concussion, or broken bones or- or- Seriously, you could have died! Do you understand that? You could have literally died. And! And, If I didn’t check my bag, you could have been stuck in here for days and- ack! I don’t even want to think about that. Imagine what that might have been like for me! I go and open my backpack and see the-the-the pulpy remains of my friend all in there! That would have scarred me for life, and also might I mention again, you would be literally dead! Gah! What the hell were you thinking?!” He finally gets the chord unwound from around her, he tosses it roughly aside.

She is suddenly painfully aware of how big he is, and of how absolutely miniscule she is in his hands. It isn’t a surprise, but it’s like she’s seeing him for the first time again. His torso towers before her like a wall, she has to look straight up to see his face looming above her. His disapproving frown fills her entire sky. His fingers curl around her, and she’s surrounded on all sides by his pulsing warmth. He’s gentle, but he’s overwhelming.

He’s mad. He’s really angry. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen him angry before. She’s certainly never seen him angry at her. If you had asked her yesterday if she trusted him, she would have said absolutely. But now, held in his grasp as he yells at her, she would say… maybe? She would say… she hopes so? He’s just so big. And he’s right! That’s the thing that shakes her to her core. He’s completely right. She could have gotten really hurt. She could have been trapped in the pocket of his bag for weeks without him noticing. She could have died, and he wouldn’t have even noticed until he found her later by happenstance.

“Shit.” He whispers, shifting her in his hands. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright.” He’s talking softly now, trying to comfort her. His voice still vibrates all around her, a gentle tremor instead of a shaking earthquake. “I am so sorry. Hey. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have said any of that. It’s okay. Accidents happen, and – I’m sorry I didn’t notice you sooner. Okay? Breathe, breathe. You’re okay. Nothing bad happened. I’m sorry I put all those images in your head. I- Please breathe. Please.” His tone has shifted completely. He tries to comfort her but she can’t focus on his words long enough to grasp what he is saying. All she can do is fight to breathe.

“It was an accident!” She finally shouts up at him. Instantly, he freezes. “I was trying to climb up your desk, like I’ve done a million times, and I fell. I fell into your bag, got tangled in the wires, and you didn’t notice me. You just zipped up your bag and went to your classes, and now here we are! Okay? I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to be here! I didn’t want any of this! I tried to get your attention and – and you didn’t hear me.” She’s losing it, and fast. Her breathing becomes sporadic, she trips over her words, “You didn’t hear me! A-and I know I could have died and, and, and I’m sorry! I was- I was really scared, and I wanted you to notice me be-before something bad ha-happened and- I- I’m sorry. It was a- It was an accident.”

She cowers in his palms, curling in on herself and sobbing into her hands. She feels his eyes on her, scrutinizing her, taking in every inch of her all at once. She can’t hide. Anxiety rips down her spine. She can’t breathe. Her stomach twists into knots. Her heart hammers in her chest like it’s trying to escape. She curls in tighter on herself, but she still feels his eyes on her. She digs her fingers into her hair covering her head, but she knows he’s still looking at her, watching her fall apart right in front of him. She wishes she could get so small that she would just disappear. She can’t think, she can’t breathe. She’s lost completely in her spiraling panic attack.

“I could have died. A-and I really tried to get your attention, I did. I really did.” She’s still pleading with him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. I wasn’t paying attention, and that’s- that’s my fault. I am so, so sorry. You’re okay. I’ve got you now, okay? I’ve got you. You’re okay now. Everything is okay.” His thumb strokes up and down her back, trying to soothe her.

“I- You shouldn’t – You shouldn’t have to always be-be on high alert though!” She doesn’t look up, she just shouts into her knees. “That isn’t- it isn’t fair to you. You shouldn’t have to walk on eggshells in your own apartment, thinking that – that at any moment you could – you could kill me or – or” Another wave of anxiety tears through her, she holds herself tighter.

“No, no, no, don’t think like that. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.” He pulls his hands close to himself. “I’m sorry I yelled at you for something that was totally my fault. You didn’t deserve that.” He continues murmuring comfortingly to her until she catches her breath enough to stop crying.

“Are you mad at me?” She asks, gripping his shirt with her still trembling hands, and pulling herself closer to him.

“No! no, I’m not mad at you. I’m glad you’re okay.” He says softly.

“Okay.” She shivers, calming down enough to look forward to the stale, drained feeling that comes after a panic attack.

#this is so good #g/t angst

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