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I'm not sure if you take requests, but if you do, could you write about a human saving a borrower? That'd be wonderful ^^'

this ask is from a long time ago but uhh here we are...

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“Are... you... f@#!*ing KIDDING ME?!” Jana cried out in exasperation. It was just a pretty regular borrowing expedition, nothing too crazy. She had managed to scale up the island in the kitchen, a feat that she had only done once before. But as Jana reached the top of the granite surface, her foot slipped and kicked the hook out of place, where it fell far far down and clattered onto the floor.

She peered out over the edge of the island and stared at the rope and hook in shock, resting on her hands and knees. Jana sighed and glanced at the clock mounted on the wall. 1:46. The bean would be coming home soon and shortly after that his parents as well. Jana looked around the counter in search for anything that could be used to help her get down. The counter was barren, isolated and there was no place for her to properly hide from a bean when one showed up. It would be possible for her to stall for time by crouching behind a stack of mail but that would also lead to her getting caught. Jana tried to envision every possible choice for her to escape, but every lead would end up with her getting caught.Her breath started to slowly pick up speed and become shallower. Is this it? Is this the place where I die? I’ve lived here for 3 months incident free and this is how I go? How could I be so stupid! She groaned, falling to her knees and bending over as if she had gotten punched in the gut. Tears pricked her eyes and her throat felt like it was on fire. I can’t do this, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to-

Click. The sound of the door unlocking reached Jana’s tiny ears. She slowly looked up, everything happening almost in slow motion as the door swung open and the bean strided in. She couldn’t move, couldn’t blink and couldn’t even swallow the lump in her throat. The bean shut the door and flung his backpack towards the shoe rack, something so minor to him but so huge to her. A single tear dripped down Jana’s face. This is it. The boy glanced at the island, his gaze had passed by her at first before quickly snapping back.

“What the—”

He took two steps towards Jana and that was all it took to snap her out of her trance. Abandoning any self-preservation instincts she once had, Jana flung herself over the edge of the counter. “OH SH%T, WAIT!” the boy cried out, leaning over the edge of the counter to see if she had landed on the ground below. In actuality, she was dangling from the edge, struggling to keep her grip as her hands grew clammy. Jana bit her lip, the boy was so close to her, his large hands on either side of her, gripping the counter’s edge as he leaned over it. It nearly made her cry, thinking about how his whole body could easily cover the width of the island. His hot breath fanned over her as he scoured the ground, looking for a mangled corpse.

“Oh f#ck,” Jana breathed out as she readjusted her grip. Instantly she froze, she could feel two huge eyes lock onto her. Slowly, she looked up and saw a smile creep onto the bean’s face. Seeing you make that face... I feel like I’m gonna p!ss myself. Jana cursed inwardly.

“Oh god, I’m so glad you’re safe—” he smiled down. Safe? I’m far from safe, weirdo, I’m dangling off the edge of a counter! “—don’t worry, I can help you!” His smile grew larger as his moved his hand to grab Jana. What— oh sh^t! Jana gasped at the sight of a hand the size of her full body descended on her. She was so shaken that her left hand slipped. “No! Oh please no!” Jana cried out, even more tears spilling from her eyes. She looked down at the ground, it seemed to be miles away. This is not how I’m gonna die please. Before she even realized it, a hand had wrapped around her and pulled her up and towards the large face of the bean.

“Oh gosh, are you okay?” he worried, his smile was now gone and replaced with an almost sympathetic face. Jana practically couldn’t hear his concerns, as she was too busy trying to free her left arm from his fist. “Please answer me, I’m not gonna hurt you— are you okay?” he said, lightly shaking his hand to get her attention. Jana fearfully looked up at him, her eyes wide and bloodshot.

“I-I’m okay. Thank y-you?” she muttered out. He just saved me? Why? He isn’t going to hurt me now, what about later? Her thoughts became jumbled as the bean’s smile once again formed on his face.

“That’s good, I’m Coen, what’s your name?”

“Uh— Ja- Jana...”

Coen’s smile seemed to grow even larger. “Well, I hope we can be friends.”

Friends? That sounds... nice.

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this has been sitting in my drafts since the start of quarantine why the ffaqwck have i not posted it?

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did i fr get hacked bc im so inactive uhhhh HAHSHDHDHHD

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i thought this said “Jared” and for some reason i was like “yeah.. i’m okay with being jared”

if we want the rewards of being tiny we must submit to the mortifying ideal of being jarred

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yall i got my braces off a couple days ago and i’m feeling Confident ™

face reveal????? nope not that confident 👊😔

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hmmmmm very good angst lovely lovely

Imagine a giant teazing their tiny friend , dangling them in front of their face between their fingers with a sly grin saying: "what, are you scared?"

Tiny, absolutely terrified: *starts crying*

Giant: "wait, are you actually scared???"

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Anime explained by a single screenshot

Noragami

Given

Inuyasha

Free!

Yona of the dawn

Kamisama Hajimemashita

Kaichou wa Maid-sama

My Roommate Is a Cat

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Devilman: Crybaby

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G/T Oneshot

have i been watching too much Saiki K? yes. is this oneshot about Saiki K? absolutely. now enjoy >:) also different text colors indicate other people’s inner voices AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH GENDER i’ll try to keep this oc as genderless as possible

Y/N POV

     It’s been about a month since I moved in and I can’t shake this weird feeling I’m getting. The family seems normal, except every-so-often something weird happens. The son, who I think is named Saiki Kusou(?), helps out his parents. Which when I say out loud sounds incredibly normal but he uses MAGIC to do so. He can make things float (including himself) and can randomly just disappear into thin air. That’s the only magic that I’ve seen for myself so I take extra care to avoid him. Luckily, his parents are quite oblivious to my presence and I can pretty much get away with anything when they’re home. Unluckily, however, his parents have been away for 3 days and it’s just been me and Saiki in the house and I have no clue when they’re coming back. Why hasn’t he gone to school yet? Don’t tell me he’s on break... I groaned, flopping backwards onto my bed of discarded fabric. It makes sense though, his parents must’ve left town on break and now Saiki is watching the house. This means I’ll have to be extra vigilant.

     I’ve always been one to be careful. The only reason why I had to move out of my other house was because they adopted a dog and that’s bad for someone like me. A borrower. Technically a thief, but that just doesn’t have a good ring to it. My supplies were running a little low but I kept getting a sense of dread whenever I ventured towards the open areas, so I haven’t gone anywhere since the parents left. I’ve basically just been sitting in bed, reading the same bits of torn up magazine over and over. I can’t exactly read very well, I can read my own name and the names of certain pest killers and human food product, but that’s pretty much it. I cannot write either, that’s mainly because I have yet to come across a writing utensil that I can use. Anyway, when I read the magazine, I just pretend I know what it says and change what’s written every time. It’s fun to make up my own stories. It does get a little boring after a while though.

     I put the magazine piece down, laying in a starfish position across the fabric and exhaling loudly. I should probably go on a trip soon. Avoiding Saiki will be a challenge though, he might discover me with his magic.

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Saiki POV

     3 weeks ago I began hearing a new inner voice, this one was much softer and thought quite peculiar things. At first, I had assumed it to be a rat or mouse. Their thoughts had aligned with mice that I had met in the past. Constantly worrying about food, shelter and not encountering human beings. I had mentioned the idea to my parents in passing but they never took it seriously. Why am I more adult than both my parents? I sighed, adjusting the way my glasses sat on my nose. Good grief, I might just have to go searching for the creature’s den myself. Whenever I heard it’s quiet thoughts, they came from either under the floor or in the walls. Very occasionally the voice was clearer than usual, indicating that it was outside of the walls. 

     Why hasn’t he gone to school yet? There it was. The voice was soft and timid, which was much more mouse than rat. The volume of their voice made it a little harder to tell where it was coming from. I listened intently to their thoughts, paused on the stairs. It was thinking about leaving the nest for food. I shook my head, finding it gross that there was a freeloader living in my house.

     Uh oh, he’s right above me. Just keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet. Please go away, please go away!

     I’m above it? I looked down, seeing only the chair to my desk. My nose scrunched slightly. They had been living in my room this whole time. I pushed my chair away from the desk and used my x-ray vision to see through the boards. Hmm, this was most interesting.

     A tiny person? I did not see this coming. If it had been a mouse or a rat, I wouldn’t hesitate to rip up my floorboards and get rid of it. But a tiny person? I should probably introduce myself, perhaps catch it to study or make my pet.

     Why isn’t he moving? Did he hear me, oh god please...

     Hello.

     “What? Who’s there? Who are you?”

     The voice was muffled this time, they were probably speaking out loud. Hmm. I should be asking you that, considering you’re in my house.

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Y/N POV

     Hello.

     I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard that voice. It echoed around my skull, giving me quite the headache because it was so loud. “What? Who’s there? Who are you?” I hissed out, looking around my room. There’s no one here. Oh my goodness is this house haunted?

     I should be asking you that, considering you’re in my house.

     My blood ran cold. Was it Saiki? How is he talking to me? I rubbed my temples. His voice was so loud it was hurting my brain and strangely it sounded as though it was coming from inside my own head. “L-listen, I’m very sorr--”

    Come out.

     “Wh- huh?”

     Come out so I don’t have to ruin my floor to see you.

     Ruin the floor? Oh sh!t, how does he know where I am? F#ck, I should come out before he forces me to.

     “O-okay, just give me a moment, I’ll be right with you heh..” I tried to force out a little laugh, but it sounded more like a strangled gasp. I started climbing my way up through the wall and towards a hidden door behind a stack of books. I reached towards the knob, slightly hesitating. My throat felt tight and my eyes felt hot. I roughly swallowed and blinked back tears. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. Please don’t cry, that’d be so embarrassing. I groaned inwardly, tightly grabbing the doorknob and pulling it open. Because of the door’s position, I still wasn’t out in open view, but rather behind some books. Tightly gripping my bag to my chest, I took 6 steps forward and was instantly met with the scrutinizing gaze of Saiki. Hot tears threatened to spill from my eyes and my throat felt as if I had swallowed hot lava. Just don’t cry. Please whatever happens, don’t cry.

     I angled my body more towards Saiki, my knees felt weak and my feet were like lead. I couldn’t move, I had never known fear this extreme. “Hello..” No response. He just stood and stared. My breathing picked up its pace, becoming choppy and irregular as I stood under the shadow of this human. His gaze was unreadable, lacking emotion, for good or for worse.

     What are you?

    I couldn’t respond. How was I hearing his voice without his mouth moving? And again, it hurt the insides of my head just hearing him speak. My mouth was agape, was it really him talking? Suddenly, my brain kicked into action the moment he took a step forward, a slightly annoyed look on his face. Sh!t, I need to say something, I’m being rude. Oh please don’t be angry with me.

     “Uh, w-well uh— you see, I—” he took another step forward, “—NO! UH WELL— I’m a borrower! I’m a borrower!” I jumped, taking a few steps backwards to maintain a safe enough distance. My hands flew in front of me, my bag dropping limply at my feet. My eyes were screwed shut and a warm tear slid down my face. I am so screwed. 

     Do you have a name?

     “A- a name? Ye-yes I do, it’s Y/N,” I covered my mouth slightly, trying to hide my quivering lips. God I’m so pathetic, what am I even crying for? “H-how are you talking without moving your mouth? Is it magic?” I had heard of magic from some TV program at the house I had first lived it. Younger kids had also lived in that home so my family had to move out quick. My family.. hmm. I was broken from my train of thought as his intrusive voice entered my head. 

     It’s not magic, don’t ever compare my powers to that stuff. I can use my telepathy to broadcast my thoughts into your head.

     “T-telepathy? I don’t know what that is,” I said in a worried tone, had I offended him? “S-sorry to ask but is there anyway you can make it quieter, maybe? Your voice is quite loud and it’s giving me a headache, s-sorry for asking.” I flinched back, asking these things of him seemed inappropriate, hopefully he didn’t get angry.

     “Unfortunately, I cannot change the volume of my inner voice, so I will just have to speak normally,” he said in a monotone voice. I took a step backwards, issuing out an awkward ‘thanks’ and glancing off to the side.

     Should I leave? It’s getting kind of awkward now. What if he tries to trap me? Keep me as a pet or as an experiment? I shuffled backwards, trying to lessening the gap between me and the door in case of emergencies. 

     “I’m not going to hurt you, so don’t think that,” he assured, his tone never changing. “Telepathy allows me to read other people’s thoughts, that’s how I knew you were here.”

     Read my thoughts? What the... Wait, does that mean he can hear me right now? You whipped your eyes up at him, a confused look on your face that quickly morphed to shock as he nodded. Oh my goodness. I really picked the worse house to settle in. 

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Saiki POV

     The silence seemed to be dragging on for a while. Well, silence between me and the borrower. Their little mind was racing with tons of thoughts, a lot about me and some about food and whether they would have to move away. I was struck by the sudden thought to reach out and grab them, but with my unreliable strength, there was a very real chance that I’d crush them in my fist. Focusing my psychokinesis, I lifted them up and brought them just above my left shoulder and parallel with my ear. Turning away, I walked to my door, with their floating body following me.

     “H-hey! What are you doing? Please let me down, where are you taking me?” they shouted out, their mind was racing with questions as well.

     Good grief, who knew such a small person could be so loud? “I’m hungry,” I answered, might as well take them with me. Suddenly, all their loud and noisy thoughts converged into one:

     Is he going to eat me?

     Goodness, this is shaping out to be a long day.

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hiatus over?? idk if this oneshot slaps then i might make a p2. im writing a couple stories for some asks i got and honestly have no idea when its going to come out. hopefully yall love my cutie saiki as much as i do

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will i ever be back from this hiatus omfg... i want to write so badly and i have bits and pieces of ideas but im so fuckin UNMOTIVATED AAHAHHAHAHH

maybe a oneshot will be coming soon?? ill be sticking to oneshots bc if i try to start a story i WILL abandon it

edit: send me a request for a story if you have any... im willing to write again if i have an audience. right now im just worried that im going to be writing for no one since ive been gone so long

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the power you have to reach into the non-g/t side of tumblr.... amazing

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TikTok Backstories pt. 3

this is my internet crush Noen Eubanks. i’ve been waiting so long for him to post g/t content im so happy. also this was posted like a couple weeks ago on his tiktok @/noeneubanks (his insta is @/notnoen) but im really late when it comes to writing :(( anyway enjoy :)) this one’s gonna be short btw

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God, this flight couldn’t be any longer, you internally groaned. You had just woken up from a nap, you’re body ached as you stretched. Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the brightest idea to curl up in a ball on someone’s knee. That someone being Noen. You looked up at him, he was zoning out into the distance, focusing on nothing. Well, people have different ways of passing time, you stretched once more while standing up, a quiet grunt escaping your yawning lips.

Weirdly though, Noen heard your little noise and looked down. This was odd because Noen is quite clumsy and a little airheaded, often not hearing or paying attention and just lumbering past you, there’s no logical reason for him being able to hear you while having headphones on.

He leaned over you, his entire shadow engulfing your little being, you probably would’ve been fearing for your life if he wasn’t wearing a unicorn neck pillow. Noen grunted and smiled down at you, holding out a cheez-it. You shook your head. His eyebrow twitched a bit and continued to lower it down.

Again, you shook your head, you weren’t really in the mood for food right now, eating on planes made you sick. However, Noen continued to lower food until he dropped it on you and you were forced to grab it.

“Noen, I’m not hungry right now, you know that these make me nauseous,” you explained, holding the cheez-it for him to take again.

He just grunted in response, grabbing the snack and tossing it into his mouth. No matter how best of friends you were, it always unsettled you to see him eat. Just something about how viceral it was freaked you out.

Shaking off the feeling, you climbed away from the edge of his knee and towards his stomach. Noen watched you the whole way, moving his things so you could relax against him.

Quietly, you crawled inside his sweatshirt pocket, where you met with his other hand, warm and willing to cradle you, as you napped once more.

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sorry that this sucks, oops. also im at 47 followers, so close to 50!!! thanks sm for all of this, i had no clue that 50 people would actually be interested in my stuff. im not gonna compare myself to more famous people who have 100s of followers, but this is a really big accomplishment for me, especially in an unknown community like g/t

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Tiktok Backstories Pt. 1.5

i couldn’t find a tiktok post for rhys that has g/t feels but this is for @bluegreeninbtwn ily <3

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You’d been subconsciously avoiding Rhys again. Again, you never meant to, it was just easier this way. As you silently trekked across the counter as Rhys was laying on the couch, Rhys coughed. You jumped up, but settled down, not thinking much of it.

“Why do you keep avoiding me?” Rhys said. You glanced up at him, his back was to and his focus on the iPad in his hands.

“W-what? How’d you know I was here?” You muttered out.

“Look up and to your left.” You looked up, and noticed a red light attached to something circular, which was lodged on the corner of the wall underneath the cabinet. A camera.

“You’ve been recording me?!” You screamed, spinning around and finding his face a foot away from you. “How long have you been watching me!?”

“Chill out, only for a couple days, I just want to see how you’re doing,” he lifted his hands up in an innocent manner.

“It’s my life! You can’t just be watching me whenever you want, that’s like... basically— HARRASSMENT!” You blurted out, steam was practically coming out of your ears.

“Your life? This is my house! And you’re my friend, and I care about you and I don’t want you to keep running away from me because you worry me all the time okay!” Rhys yelled, not worried about hurting your sensitive ears.

“Care? Since when have you ever cared about me? And why start now?” You screamed back, trying to match his loud, angry volume, but fully knowing you’d always sound squeaky to him.

“Because I like you!” His voice cracked at the end, he was holding back tears. “I really really like you.”

You sat back on your heels, blinking dumbingly at Rhys’ exclamation.

“W-what? You—,”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay, Y/N, my house isn’t the cleanest and it has a long of bugs that could kill you, and I worry everyday that you won’t be on my counter at exactly 6:25 to grab the crackers and cheese that I leave out.” He looked deflated, his shoulders sagged downwards and he looked like a lost puppy. “It’s really selfish and stupid, but I want you to be with me all the time.”

“Do you seriously mean all that?” You stared up at his deep brown eyes.

“Do you want me to prove it again?” He chuckled deeply. Oh yeah. You’re mind flashed back to when he kissed you. “I want to see you around more and you have to promise me, seriously.”

“Okay, I seriously promise this time.”

— 6 MONTHS LATER —

“Rhys, stop moving, I swear to god,” you said, looking up at him from your laying down position on his chest.

“Sorry for breathing, Y/N, do you want me to stop breathing?” He rebutted, lightly poking your side, a smile on his face.

“Maybe,” you punched his chest as hard as you could, knowing it was only a flutter. You instantly regretted it when Rhys picked you up by the back of your sweatshirt. He dangled you over his face, slowly swinging you back and forth.

“You’re really cute, y’know that?” he muttered, rhythmically swinging you around.

“Yeah, whatever, just put me back down before I start swinging.”

“Heh, love you too, baby,” he chuckled, setting you slowly back down on his chest. Your response to him was a grunt, and then you slowly fell into sleep. The last thing you noticed before you succumbed to darkness was his finger slowly petting your back.

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y’all I’m so sorry for these hiatus’s but school started 3 weeks ago and I’m already swamped with work, please be patient and I’ll answer all your ask request :p

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TikTok Backstories Pt 2.5

also i like this video because it has such good g/t perspective and im in love with this content also this is dedicated to anon, who sent me my very first ask!! i appreciate that you guys enjoy my stuff in this little corner of the internet <3

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“Hi, my name is Y/N and I’d love to thank you for—no, that sounds lame,” you spoke aloud to yourself, pacing on the tree branch right outside the bean’s house.

“Hello there—ew gross, ‘hello there’ I’m not that old,” you chuckled a bit, smoothing down your wings.

“Hey, if you don’t remember, I was the one that you—,” you began, before the window slid upwards. You gasped and spun around.

“Hey, I couldn’t help but noticed that you seemed a little cold. Why don’t you come in?” The bean said, a wide smile on his face.

“Um—I. Huh...” you mumbled, tripping over your words and then actually tripping over a leaf as you walked towards him. Before you could even blink, a giant warm hand shot towards you.

“Careful, lil bud, don’t wanna fall, now,” his calloused but soft fingers wrapped around you, slowly moving you inside, the unoccupied hand moving to close the window. “Is it alright if I close the window?”

“Uh, yeah—I. I mean uh... I can’t stop you...hu—umm,” despite attempting to plan over every single possible scenario, all your thoughts left you as you gazed upon something that was so big, it shouldn’t even exist. All he did was chuckle a bit and then slide the window close.

“So... what brought you back?” So he did remember me!

A small smile graced your lips, as you stared at your twinkling fingers. “Well... I think... I kind of wanted to say... thanks?”

He blinked back at you in shock. “‘Thanks?’ You came back to say thanks?”

“Uh... yeah, sorry for being... lame...” You squirmed in his hand, which had constricted in the slightest bit. He seemed to notice this and set you down on the coffee table in front of the couch he was sitting on.

“No, no, it’s fine, I just think it’s really sweet you’d come out all this way to say thanks,” he grinned down at you. At this point, he had his elbows on his knees and had his hands holding his chin. He was semi-leaning over top of you, and it slightly intimidating.

“So... I’m Y/N,” you sheepishly smiled, sticking out your tiny little hand.

“Uhh, Blake, nice to meet you,” he smiled back, leaning forward even closer until his entire shadow was casted over you. He poised two fingers and grabbed your small hand, shaking it.

A few seconds passed in awkward silence before Blake leaned back on the couch and looked around the small house.

“So,” he began suddenly, causing your head to snap up, “how’d you like a tour?”

“I’d love that!”

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this is super short and really crappy but pre-school depression has been kicking my butt lately, so I’m just happy to be getting a story out :)

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ok so i fucking adored your tik tok backstory pt. 2 :)) could you make a second part to that?? i'd love to see y/n go back and thank him

agh tysm anon!!! this is actually the first msg ive ever gotten asking me to make a second part, and i will absolutely make a second part thanks so mucchhhh

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TikTok Backstories Pt. 2

this cuties name is Blake and based on his tiktok, there’s almost an 100% chance he has a tumblr, so if y’all happen to know his tumblr... please be a doll and DONT TAG HIM!!! i’ll be hecka embarrassed:):)

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Fuck. Just to make your day worse, the only closest form of shelter from the storm was a human house. Even though it wasn’t raining or thundering yet, you could sense the storm and it was going to be a big one. And a storm could make your wings wet and wash you away. You had heard horrible stories about Fae getting washed off into “sue-hers” or whatever they called it. It sent shivers up your spine just thinking about it.

You carefully watched the inside of the house and saw only one human romping around. That’s good, you reasoned, it’s better to avoid one bean than a whole family. So, you rolled up your sleeves and put on your game face, ready to take shelter in a bean’s house. Just as you approached the window, the reality of the situation hit you.

Oh god, I’be never been in a bean’s house, what if he puts me in a jar or pins my wings to the wall?? You’re hands subconsciously went to your feathery wings, they were silky smooth and a deep gray with little freckles of white. You thought they looked like little paint splashes. No, it’s okay, I’m sneaky, I’ve got this.... you got this, Y/N, you. got. this. You inched closer to the window, there was a very convenient tree branch perpendicular with the open window, and you were balanced on it, some leaves concealing your position.

Just as you were about to stand up and glide into the house, the human walked by. And boy, was he BIG. He had a sandwich in his hand and he had torn a huge bite (around the size of your torso) from it. “Oh god, I think I’m gonna be sick,” you muttered aloud, coughing into a closed fist. The human perked up at this noise, turning towards the window. You crouched down even further as he approached the window. You paled as human’s size seemed to grow as he got closer. So much so, that he had to lean down to stick his head of the the opening of the window.

Ok, Y/N, maybe this wasn’t such a great idea, you probably could fly about 1/4th of the distance to camp by the time the storm hit. But that’s not even taking into account th— your thought was interrupted by a far away clap of thunder. It was too far away for a human’s ears to pick up, but your sensitive ears heard it as clear as a bell.

Without much thought, you quickly dove into the house, staying hidden behind the yellow curtains until booming footsteps moved to the upstairs part of the house. Okay, next step: food, I got this, you mentally prepped yourself as you paced across the sill, bouncing on your toes and shaking your arms.

Before taking flight, you quickly glanced upwards, the footsteps now seemed to originate from the opposite side of the house you were in. 3. 2. 1. You flapped your silky wings, quickly rounding corners and silently moving through the house until you safely landed on the counter. You landed in a crouched position, scanning the countertops until you found an opened bag of bread.

Just then, a loud clap of thunder originated from just above the house, and the clouds opened up to form a torrential downpour. You flinched at the sudden noise, but things got even worse as the human came racing down the stairs, curse words flying from his mouth. Quickly, you dove underneath a pile of empty plastic bags as the bean forced the window (your only way out) closed.

The bean flopped onto the couch in the living room and turned the TV on, sighing and muttering to himself. You sighed as well, knowing that this is where you’d have to stay the night. And surprisingly, sleep found you.

— MORNING —

You awoke suddenly to the sound of the TV on and the bean lumbering around the kitchen. You sat up, tiny head peeking out from the plastic bag. Luckily, his back was turned away from you as he watched whatever was on the TV. In a moment of brave stupidity, you launched yourself out of the bags and ran across the counter.

You could only watch hopelessly as the bean turned around, eyes scanning the counter before landing on you. I am so screwed, was the only thought running through your head as you stopped running and focused your fearful gaze on the human. God he was so big. Your knees grew weak as he smiled down at you.

“Hey, what’s going on, little guy,” he whispered softly, his hands coming towards you.

You attempted to squirm away from his grasp but all he did was shush you and whisper something that you didn’t hear in your blind panic.

“What’re you doing in here?” He breathily laughed as he lifted your shaking form upwards. “You know it’s not safe to be in here, li’l guy.”

You shivered as he whisked you to another part of the room. As much as you tried, no word nor sound could work its way out of your mouth.

“You’re really cute,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t help but blush.

“Alright,” he sighed, and just then you realized where you were. He was letting you go. Your mouth dropped open as he slowly set you down. “You’re free.”

Finally you were able to move your body. You waved at him, which caused his smile to grow even larger. “Bye,” you mumbled quietly.

“Bye!” He waved, turning away and disappearing back into the house.

As you turned to fly away, you couldn’t help but beam from ear to ear. When you took off, you made a mental note to come back, and properly thank him.

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y’all i want to make a part 2 of this, what do you think? you should check out his tiktok/insta he’s like a soft boy and i am in LOVE anyway, hope you enjoyed this and sorry for the unexplained hiatus

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Giving Backstories to TikToks (g/t edition)

im g/t trash and some tiktoks have good POVs, like this one uwu

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this tiktoker’s spam account is @/egg.fried.rice and his main is @/basic_british_lad his name is Rhys and that’s the name I’m using for his character obviously

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Rhys has told you countless amounts of times to always ask for anything you needed. And ever since he caught you last month, you hardly ever complied to his wishes. It’s not that you had some ‘bone to pick’ with the big guy, he was quite nice to you and was always quiet around you, it’s just that he was very large. Even if he didn’t mean to do so, his footsteps rumbled your tiny house in the walls and his normal speaking voice sounded like a shout to your sensitive ears. And plus, you enjoyed the thrill of sneaking around and climbing up and down furniture. Although you were scared of him, it was comforting to know that it didn’t really matter if you got ‘caught.’

Now, you’d been avoiding Rhys for quite a long time. Almost a week now, but you were never good at keeping track of time. You felt bad for being too ‘dependent’ on him. Always asking him for food and you thought it’d be so much easier if you just took it without him knowing. He wouldn’t have to fuss about how skinny you were or put himself down for being too loud. You always said it never was a problem, but it sort of was.

Today, you were attempting to go from a shelf mounted on the wall, to his dresser. There was about half a foot of space in between each, but to you it was like a story away. You had your piece of twine firmly stuck underneath a thick textbook and had it wrapped around your wrist as you freely moved downwards. Your eyes were on the one thing that mattered most, the box of tissues. It was getting cold and tissues were thick and soft, and getting at least two tissues was your main goal. It also didn’t help that Rhys liked his room cold.

After a bit of time passed, your socked feet made contact with the wooden dresser. Letting go of the rope, you made your way to the box of tissues, but something stopped you. A picture, a picture of the two of you. You were sitting on the brim of Rhys’ hat, with crossed eyes and a tongue sticking out, you remembered that picture. You remembered how much you didn’t like it and forced Rhys to delete it. Apparently, he didn’t, and you aren’t really sure if you should be glad or upset. It was cute. You picked it up, it was about the size of a small whiteboard. Even though only his eyes were in the frame, you could tell that his face was decorated with a beaming smile. You were so caught up in the picture, you didn’t even notice the booming footsteps, or the door creak open.

“Wow.”

You turned your head so fast you nearly got whiplash. It was him, storming over to the dresser and not looking too pleased to see you sneaking around. The picture dropped from your hands and you turned around quickly, attempting to get some sort of apology out of your mouth.

“You’re seriously gonna do this in my fucking bedroom?” His anger wasn’t too misplaced. You had never stolen from his room before, only going in there to talk to him or access your room.

“I’ve told you about this,” he sighed, sounding a bit more sad than mad.

Before you could even blink, his hand was breaching the distance and forming a fist around you. It wasn’t too tight, but it still was uncomfortable.

“Rhys, c’mon please th-,” you managed to get out before you were crushed against his soft lips. It was a little wet, but really warm. You always had a little bit of a crush on Rhys, and that might’ve been the reason for you avoiding him.

As quickly as it started, it had ended and you were, unfortunately, pulled away.

“I just care okay? I worry about you,” he looked down at you sadly.

“I know, I’ve just been, caught up in some stuff,” you nervously picked at the creases of his fingers, trying not to make eye contact.

“Talk to me more, I miss you,” when you finally looked up, his face was pouty and upset.

“I-uh- okay, Rhys, okay.”

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if y’all actually enjoy this don’t make it go too “viral” because if the actual Rhys finds this I will shit myself (idk if he has a tumblr, I’m hoping he doesn’t but he seems to be the type that does)

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g/t idea y’all

so im in love with the show Atypical on Netflix and because i have a crappy g/t brain, i think imma turn it into either a g/t one shot or maybe an actual story... sam is such a bean and i think it’d be interesting seeing him interact with a tiny that’s been living under his floorboards or in his walls or smth

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Sick Days (g/t one shot)

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Ollie wasn't one to care much for the beans, but this one, Markus, was very very sick, so it was hard not to care. A spilt box of Saltines was laying sideways on the counter, so he grabbed a cracker and slid it into his bag, continuing to tiptoe at a fast pace in search for food. He stopped for a second, looking at his reflection in a metal soup spoon, and man, it did not look good. His browns eyes seemed sunken with huge bags under them from listening to Markus cough all throughout the night. His black hair was ruffled and knotted. His homemade clothes hung off his thin frame.

"Hey, you."

Ollie froze in his spot as a weak and raspy breath came from behind him. A large knot was beginning to form in his stomach as tears pricked his eyes. Since when did the bean manage to get from the bathroom to the couch without making any noise? This is not how he wanted to die.

He turned slowly, seeing the bean laid strewn on the couch, his size nothing short of gigantic. Awkwardly, Ollie pointed to himself as if to say "who me?" as if there was somebody else besides the two of them.

"Yeah, you," the bean coughed, a little bit of a laughter in his voice. "Can you throw me that ibuprofen?"

Oliver shook a bit, looking around the counter before his wide eyes landed on a white and blue pill bottle. It was almost as big as him. He hesitantly walked towards it, sending Markus frantic side glances.

"Yeah that's it—," the bean was sent into another fit of coughing, Ollie flinched at the noise. "J-just bring it to me please, my body hurts a lot."

The tiny borrower wrapped his arms around the bottle and awkwardly scuttled towards his rope, then switching to hold the bottle in one arm while sliding down his rope, thankful that he had his little gloves on.

Markus looked down at the little borrower, trying not to freak out. He had known that he most likely wasn't alone in his house, but he assumed it was either ghosts or rats. But nothing like this. He was pleasantly surprised when the borrower had complied to bringing him the ibuprofen, knowing that it probably took a lot of courage in the kid to be coming so close to him.

Ollie was freaking out, too, but not in a good way. Every shaky step brought him closer and closer to the human until he was standing right in front of his giant body near the couch. Slowly he reached out his arms, trying to put as much distance between him and the human. As much as Ollie wanted to keep his eyes shut, he stared in awe and horror as two slim fingers gripped the top of the bottle, brushing against his tiny hands in the process. Ollie watched in horror as the bean took two pills and just swallowed them whole, one pill was around the size of his head!  

"Thanks, lil' guy," the bean shifted on the couch, causing it the groan under the weight, he propped his head up with his hand. "Do you live here?"

Ollie was shaking so bad, tears were streaming down his face. He barely heard the booming voice above him, until something warm and soft brushed against his side.

"Lil' bud? Are you okay?" Markus gently touched his side, and winced when the borrower flinched horribly. "Can you tell me your name?" He said softly.

"O-Ol-Oliver," Ollie said, crying even louder.

Markus mind started to reel, he was causing Oliver to be so stressed. He retracted his hand, apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry, Ollie... can I call you Ollie?" Anyway, you can go, I don't want to keep you here."

Ollie started to back away, turning around and running towards a little hole in the wall. Once he reached it, he turned around, seeing a very hurt expression on Markus' face.

"Get well soon," Ollie said, looking back for just a second. What he didn't catch, was the small smile on Markus' face when he heard him.

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Guten Tag, Leute! Sorry it took so long to post another story here, I’m considering making a tumblr exclusive one shot (since all my others can be found on my wattpad). And I’m also thinking about making a story instead of little one shots. AAAANNNDD I’m getting back into drawing so I might post some art for you guys, so look out for that stuff in the future. Tschüß!