Just Seff Stuff

You try your hardest, but you just can’t sleep.

They’re a giant. Grande in every possible way. Whenever you look at them your heart flutters. You hide away because you’re afraid of what they’ll do to you when they catch you, afraid that when it happens, you’ll never be able to let go.

Despite how much you gaze upon them every single day, they don’t know you’re there. Going upon their own mundanity of life while you sit there trying to figure out how to say hello, or how to introduce yourself without freaking them out and locking away the chance of you two ever being something.

Every time they speak their words echo within your mind, loud, powerful, and meaningful. Their entire form takes up your gaze, and hands you so eagerly want to hold you lay at their side empty - if only you were there.

You know, G/t kisses are like sunsets, you can watch them forever XD

(I'm definitely not trying to justify that I'm drawing the same thing for the umpteenth time👀👀👀)

Idea came to me for a GT headcanon where maybe a human and a borrower or a fairy get together, but the tiny still trying to get more comfortable with their giant partner even though they trust them and such. A cute romantic moment fluffy thing I’m writing here for you enjoy!!

“You’re in control, everything is on your terms..” The human tells their tiny as they are leaning on their arms on a pillow where the tiny stands steps away. They had recently come to terms with their interest in each other, but the tiny expresses their fear they’re still overcoming even though they do want have something more with their giant. So here they are, giant lying perfectly still with their face against the pillow as they softly gaze down at the tiny. They were discussing if kissing could be something for them perhaps…

“You initiate and tell me what to do. I won’t do anything without your permission.” The giant breathes softly and the tiny nods before stepping forward. The giant doesn’t move and keeps their face relaxed as they watch their dearest come closer and approach their lips. They try not to move and slow their breathing. The tiny keeps approaching and reaches out a hand to touch their lips, causing them to twitch. They just observe and feel the grooves and softness of them. Their heart beats fast as they try to overcome the instinct to run and get away from being this close. They were use to being in their hands and such bit this close to their face was different. They heard a chuckle as they moved their hand to the corner of the giants bottom lip.

“That tickles?” They ask as it seems to calm the situation. The giant only nods trying not to scare them or speak with them so close and their hand on their lip. They had recently tiny then gulps and steps closer until they can lean forward and kiss the giant. As they lean in and lay the softest kiss against the giants bottom lip they lean more of themselves into the pillow like skin and relish the warmth and plushness. Their hands stroke against it as they’re more cuddling than anything. They nuzzle as well.

Meanwhile the giant might be dying of cuteness overload and the urge to lean forward and kiss them into the pillow. Their inner thoughts are stopped by ..

“Okay I think I’m cool, will you kiss me-“ there’s no time before the giant presses their lips further against them, taking up most of their body. Their hands stroke against comes up cupping the tiny’s back so they can continue to press romantic kisses into them. The tiny is red like a tomato and trying to breathe as the fear is overtaken with fluster. The giant pulls back before nuzzling their nose against their tiny partner and chuckles.

“Everything okay?” And they receive a thumbs up from the tiny recovering before they ask for it again

They were lying down, asleep. As you go to wrap your thumb and forefinger around them, it almost doesn’t seem real. Your pointer finger pushes into their back, their spine offering a slight bumpy feeling alongside the slight curve of their back; And your thumb presses onto their waste and stomach. It’s plush, so incredibly soft, delicate… And warm. Small breaths push against your finger, and a groan escapes their mouth, but they don’t wake.

You go to pick them up, expecting a form of effort, even if small, to be required. But it isn’t. It’s as if you’re picking a dandelion off the ground, only the softest weight around your fingers exist, their head lolling as they move. As they rise, you slowly begin to curl your fingers, not enough to shift them within your palm, but to act as a cradle. Their legs softly grazing your fingers with each shift. As you bring them higher, closer to your face, their micro-expressions become far more visible. Each scrunch of their nose as they dream, every little head movement, and the feeling of small shifts between your fingers.

Eventually, you carefully shift your hand to a vertical position and being to fully wrap your fingers around them, loosening your other two as you do. Their entire form, besides their head, hidden beneath. You slowly return your hand to a horizontal position and unwrap your fingers, the pressure once against them now gone. Their previously “face forward” sleeping position now being one where their stomach faces your palm, arms and legs sprawled out calmly against your skin. It’s almost imperceptible, but you can feel their soft breaths as they sleep, a miniature tickle. Their body, while warm, competes with the heat rising from your own palm, a heat that, if you were their size, you’d be jealous of.

They shift within your palm, turning on their side and slightly tuck their legs in. Their arms remain in their own “one slightly stretched out and the other tucked”. As you observe them, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your heart. They were so… Small. So fragile. So incredibly unfitting of the world that they existed in, their own existence being one that bewilders you to no end. But as they lay in your palm, a weight that barely exists, you can’t help but be completely enamored by them. You began to become lost within them.

Imagine thinking you're hiding so well, keeping to the shadows, when one points to you and exclaims, causing several other giant heads to turn to you.

Imagine you pass out, and when you wake up, massive faces loom over you, forming a circle with their heads as they peer down at you.

Imagine stumbling upon a group of giants talking with each other, and they spot you, all their booming voices silencing as they now stare.

Come Closer

Piercing, terrible, PARALYZING pain shooting up from the base of the wing to the tip, the fairy trembling in the giant’s palm, stuck in fetal position and unable to move or ease the pain by themselves.

Then a massive digit massaging the base of the wing at their back, urgent but precise fingers moving to get rid of the lock and release the pressure in the wing.

when I write, I think most of the physical interactions I put into place are MEANT for the tiny. But for some reason I feel it from the giant’s perspective in a lot more cases than you would expect for someone who makes self-indulgent characters the way I do (a crap ton of male giants and female tinies to appeal to my romantic interests). If I write a scene where a tiny places their hand on a giant’s finger, I’m NOT imagining the feeling of the giant’s finger and the warmth of their presence as much as I’m imagining the itty bitty hand and finger flexing onto the tip of that finger. However all the picking up and gravity shifts are practically cinematic for me and I feel it from the tiny’s perspective. It goes back and forth honestly, I just find it interesting how often I’m so glued onto what the GIANT is seeing/feeling rather than the experience of the tiny considering what dynamics I prefer.

They can see the giant’s eyes crinkle at the corners, soft chuckle vibrating through the ground. Thumb and forefinger squeezing their torso, pinching their cheeks, dangling them upside down, pressing into their spine. Holding the tiny’s hand between their massive digits and squeezing just enough that their little fingers are splayed apart so the giant can feel each of them individually. Cooing, pressing the pad of their finger to the tiny’s face to feel their lashes and nose. Stroking their hair and tickling under their chin, muttering sweet nothings and repeatedly emphasizing how little and cute they are. Shoving at their limbs and tucking them into a little curled up ball to see just how small they can get. Pinching the back of their clothes to dangle them up to their eyes, drop them back into their palm and roll them around a little more. They push just enough to reach the tiny’s limits, if they squeeze too hard or lift too rough and the tiny yelps or expresses any pain then the giant immediately starts fawning and cooing and being extra gentle but by no means are they putting this tiny down.