robin’s size difference nook

Your giant roommate notices you dozing off and decides to expedite the process.

You’re struggling to stay awake. Despite the sound of the giant typing on his keyboard, your eyes are threatening to close as you try not to slump over. After returning home for the day, he’d taken off his sweater and folded it up on his desk for you to lay in, and it’s far too comfortable to stay awake on…

You’re woken back up by the feeling of massive fingers slowly and gently wrapping around you, scooping you out of his sweater and bringing you to his chest. You glance around to see that his computer is turned off, and you can hear the crackling of the fireplace that’s been going since you evidently dozed off.

You blink sleepily up at him as he begins to walk. You feel like it’s too early to be this tired, and you didn’t want to distract him from his work, but he’s smiling down at you nonetheless. You can feel his chest vibrating through you as he speaks quietly.

“Go back to sleep, I’ve got you. I was due for a break anyway.”

You still want to protest, but the way he speaks when you’re so tired just makes you melt in his hands. He knows exactly how low he needs to keep his voice to keep you lulled into that deep state of calm you’re in, and the warmth of his hands certainly isn’t helping.

He takes you to his rocking chair near the fireplace, and you mumble incoherently as he sits himself down in it. He adjusts his hold on you to cradle you to his chest, and you slump yourself against him as you finally give in, too tired to argue any further. You feel his hands pull away briefly, clinging to his shirt until you feel your blanket being draped over you. You take hold of it and snuggle yourself up beneath it, hearing him chuckle quietly as his hands return to cradle you against him again.

He begins a slow rocking motion as he holds you, his thumb stroking you down the back of your head and over your shoulders. You feel chills down your spine as you fall limp under his touch, still wondering how someone so big can still be so delicate with you.

As if all of this isn’t already enough to knock you out, you feel a soft, consistent rumble in his chest as he begins to hum. It’s a soothing melody, one he knows will help you fall asleep even faster, and as you listen to and feel his humming, it coaxes you further away from consciousness.

Though you still feel a smidge guilty, you can’t deny how warm and loved this all makes you feel. Despite how long you’ve known him, you still marvel at the fact that this giant being, someone who could so easily overlook and ignore you, frequently goes out of his way to make sure you’re taken care of, as he’s doing now, not caring that you’re so small. He’s told you it never bothers him, that he enjoys making sure you’re safe and happy with him, and that he always enjoys seeing your tiny self curled up and cozy with him.

He loves that you trust him enough to let your guard down so much around him, that you know he would never do anything to hurt you. As you remind yourself of these words he’s said to you, any feelings of guilt at this point are quickly being replaced with happiness, and you find yourself feeling incredibly grateful instead.

As he holds you close to him, keeping you warm and safe, you nestle in under your blanket once more. He continues to softly hum, the strokes of his thumb over you light and comforting, the rocking motions gentle and soothing, and it’s not long before your eyes stay closed, and you drift off to sleep.

He continues to hum even after you’ve fallen asleep, and you can hear the melody in your dreams as background music to whatever’s happening around you. You also feel the warmth and security provided by the way he’s cradling you, and the rocking motions are replicated by constant movement. You don’t know where these dreams are taking you, but as long as you know these feelings, it’s easy to remember that even as you dream, he’s still watching over you.

———-

You’re up a smidge too soon, but you take the opportunity to appreciate what you have.

It hasn’t gotten old yet, and at this point, you don’t think it ever will.

You wake up, your eyes shrouded in darkness as your sleeping mask still covers them. You don’t need to lift it to know where you are, though, nor do you need to see to trust that you’re safe.

You smile as you feel the warm surface beneath you rise and fall slowly, curling inward under your blanket as you snuggle against it. You then register the gentle pressure resting over your entire body, holding you close and keeping you secure on the vast, moving expanse you rest on. It softly presses down over you a little tighter, and you feel yourself being lifted by a deep inhale, hearing and experiencing the vibrations of a satisfied hum beneath you during the exhale. You can feel the thumping of their heart beating directly beneath you, a constant reminder that you’re curled up on a massive living being, one who has every interest in making sure you feel safe, warm, and cuddled to your satisfaction.

You feel the softest touch over your head and shoulder, curling inward tighter as your breath hitches in response. You cling tightly to their shirt as you feel the effects of a soft chuckle beneath you, grateful for the pressure atop you preventing you from being jostled too badly by it. Their touch repeatedly brushes down the side of your face so delicately, and you know they have practiced control over how much pressure they’re using. There’s no fear of them hurting you, even though you are so incredibly small compared to them.

You take in a deep breath, yawning as you nestle in and make yourself more comfortable. They continue their gentle stroking, and you can tell based on their actions that it’s not quite time for you to be awake for the day, otherwise they wouldn’t be trying to lull you right back to sleep. You’re not sure why you’ve woken up so early, or why they’re awake too. Given that you don’t need to be awake yet, however, you’re not about to complain about being able to just spend some time laying with the giant as they take such excellent care of you. You never bother to lift the sleeping mask off of your eyes, you’re content to experience and enjoy these sleepy moments through your other senses right now. There’s a level of comfort in keeping yourself in the dark, to give this giant your absolute trust as you offer them so much vulnerability, and even more in feeling justified to do so.

They always make sure you’re tucked in close, held so carefully and securely to them, yet not so much that you feel suffocated by them. They ensure that you’re bundled up properly beneath your blanket, that you’re getting enough warmth from above and below, and that you’re happy right where you are. Their love and dedication to you, even though you’re so tiny, puts a smile on your face.

You’ve always felt heartened by the amount of time and energy they put towards your comfort. Despite feeling so little and insignificant at times, they’re quick to remind you that you’re not insignificant to them, that they have no problem putting in the effort required to keep you feeling safe and cozy under their watch. Your size is part of what appeals to them the most about you, not because you’re insignificant, but because of how significant they feel when they’re doing right by you. Having the trust and approval of a tiny being that has every right to be terrified of them is deeply impactful, and they make it clear to you that you are such an important part of their life. It’s times like this, when they can simply hold you and keep you feeling safe and loved, that they’re at their most content.

They are, however, still the slightest bit playful.

You yelp softly as their fingers gently work their way under you, lifting you off of their chest for a brief moment. You instinctively wrap your arms around their thumb as they bring you toward their face. You can feel their breath on you for a moment before they pull you closer, and you gasp when you feel the soft, warm sensation of a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You immediately melt under their affection, your cheeks flushing red as you hide your face against the pad of their thumb. You hear them chuckle quietly, and as if you’re not flustered enough, they give you another kiss. You know what they’re doing, you can hear the smile in their soft laugh as they fawn over how shy you’ve quickly become, and it’s working. They give you one more kiss before lowering you back down onto their chest.

You’re a limp puddle as they carefully situate you back to where you were before, right over their heart. You bury your face into your pillow and pull the blanket to hide most of your face as you feel them rest their hand atop you once more. The weight settles comfortably over you, heavy enough to keep you feeling protected and cozy, yet not so restrictive that it prevents movement if you need to adjust your position. The care they take in how they hold you to them is immense, and even though you’re a bit of a blushing mess, you still show your appreciation as you snuggle up under their hand.

It’s so easy for them to overwhelm you like this, to give you so much affection and attention that you feel your tiny little body can’t contain it all. You sometimes feel like you can’t begin to think about how to properly return that much affection, but as they’ve told you before, they adore you just the way you are, size and all. They love to see you shy and flustered, to watch you hide under your blanket as you try in vain to process just how wonderfully intense these interactions are. They love being able to affect you so easily with gestures that, to anyone of their size, would seem small in comparison.

Slowly, you feel your heart rate begin to slow again, your breathing evens out, and you feel a lot calmer than you were minutes ago. As the shyness finally dissipates, it’s replaced with renewed exhaustion, and you yawn again as you nestle yourself against them, wriggling around until you find a comfortable position to fall asleep in. They adjust their hand over you to allow you the space you need as you settle in, hovering above you as you tuck your blanket under your chin and make yourself at home. Once you’ve stopped moving around so much, their hand lowers to rest over your tiny body once more, their thumb returning to softly brush over the side of your face lovingly. You’re left in a state of happiness and bliss, soaking in their warmth as you let your drowsy state of mind take over.

(tw: swearing)

You're cold. One of your mini-giant roommates offer you a quick solution.

Part 2 is here! Wow🥹 I hope you enjoy this one🧡

I Probably should've read through this again, but I'm too embarrassed to 🙏 Despite that fact, there are so many things I could point out that I really like about this comic, but l'll leave talking about any of it to the comment replies.

This took so long to draw oh my gawwww... Gonna be talking a little break from comics for now, but hopefully my next one won't be as painful... It was the lineart I swear-that's what made this take so long.

That, and my horrible layout planning skills... or whatever. I still got five million more ideas, but let's just hope I can find a way to draw them without it melting my brain🫠

I wish hadn't gone a month without posting when I didn't need to, but I don't want to be setting some silly expectations now that I need to post at least once a month.

You wake up feeling awful, and just want to disappear for a bit.

Hands are comfortable.

As someone no taller than 3.5 inches, hands are dangerous. Hands can grab, squeeze, crush, pull, or otherwise injure you so effortlessly. It’s been hard figuring out who’s hands you can trust, and who’s to stay very far away from. They’re also terrifying even without being in them. They’re imposing, threatening, chasing, all encompassing, and can be a petrifying sight when they’re headed right for you.

This hand, though, the one extended toward you, palm facing upward like a platform, is none of those things. It’s opened in an invitation, motionless and still as it rests in front of you, waiting. You trust the giant this hand belongs to with your life, showing no hesitation as you slowly climb up onto it. 

Their skin is warm beneath you, a relief as it begins to seep into you the moment you make contact. Their fingers twitch ever so slightly as they feel your tiny hands on the surface of their hand, an acknowledgment of your presence, and nothing more. You make your way into the center of their palm, their hand being the only thing supporting you now. 

They don’t lift you right away, however. Instead, their hand sits there and holds you as you are. You cast a curious glance upward, seeing them watch you with an enamored smile. You smile back, knowing what they’re thinking about without having to say anything. You’re so incredibly tiny in their hand, so light, so delicate and fragile, and they’re adoring seeing you just sitting there, relaxed and casual about all of this. 

Given that they’re not moving, you decide to make yourself at home. Being cradled to their chest is wonderful, but sometimes just enjoying how it feels to be held like this is comforting as well. You lay yourself down, curling up in the dip of their palm and resting your head comfortably on the soft, padded section of their hand just below their fingers. You feel the expanse of warmth beneath you, snuggling in as you sigh deeply and eagerly embrace that warmth.

There’s something so special about how deeply you trust the giant watching over you, how easy of a decision it is to make yourself completely prone in their hand. If something were to happen, you’d have less reaction time to escape, but you know that would never happen. You are completely safe here.

You look up as their fingers curl in protectively, as though shielding you from all that could cause you harm. You smile and nuzzle against the soft surface you rest your head on, closing your eyes in the greatest display of trust in the giant that holds you. You feel a shift in movement, but not in the hand beneath you, and you sense a shadow approaching, yet you keep your eyes closed, knowing that they won’t hurt you.

Even still, you sharply inhale when you feel the back of a finger on their other hand brush slowly and softly over your side. You exhale slowly, letting yourself melt in their hand as they encourage you to relax further. You hear a quiet chuckle from them.

“Look at you…” 

Their voice bears warmth, happiness, and a hint of bewilderment, as though they still can’t believe you trust them this much. They continue to stroke you for a moment more before pulling away. You immediately miss their touch, but it’s not long before something else happens. 

You feel the motion of them finally lifting you up, and you don’t move at all. There’s no urge to hold onto them, no wariness as to where they might be moving you, no fear that they’ll drop you, and no concern about what they’ll do to you. You simply lie still as you are, letting them bring you wherever they want.

They then stand to their feet, and the motion of them walking soothes you further. It’s not long before you feel a dropping sensation as they sit down. You don’t know where they are, and you don’t really care. You’re happy here, they don’t seem interested in putting you down, and that’s all that matters.

You do, however, know that you’re closer to them, now. You can feel their presence towering over you. You know just how massive they are without opening your eyes, and it comforts you further. You hear them breathing, slow, smooth, content. If they’re stressed, you can hear it, but right now they’re just as calm and soothed as you are. 

It heartens you to know that despite how small you are, how perfectly you fit in their hand, you still bring them plenty of comfort. You know that being able to keep you close like this brings them a sense of security, they know that as long as they have you, nothing will happen to you.

Once again, you feel their other hand approach, and their finger brushes against you. This time, however, their hand lingers close, and you know they’re in a position where they can keep both hands comfortable while holding you for however long you need or want. 

You fall into a deep state of relaxation as time goes by, their attention never leaving you as they stroke your side much more slowly now. You don’t completely pass out, but every now and then you fall into a light doze… only to wake up a few minutes later, remember where you are, and smile as waves of warmth and comfort wash over you again.

----

Your hand is comfortable.

You know the struggles this tiny being before you has faced. Everything is dangerous to them, but most dangerous are people when they don't know what their intentions are. If they trusted the wrong person, you shudder to think of how easily they could hurt them in so many ways. This is why it astonishes you that they’ve chosen you as the one they trust the most.

Not that you’d hurt them, of course. That you might accidentally do something like that has given you nightmares, but they don’t seem to think that would ever be the case. As you sit and watch them, you stretch out your arm toward them and offer them your hand, an invitation to them. You keep it still as they approach, your heart fluttering as they immediately climb on, like it wasn’t even a decision they had to make to do so.

You feel their cold little hands making contact with yours, your fingers twitching as they do. It’s a reaction you tried to fight back once, worried that they would think you were about to grab them before they told you that it didn’t bother them. They said it was nice to see a reaction like that, to know that they affected you in the various ways that they did. So, you let your hand react as you feel their weight crawl towards and settle in your palm.

You know at this point you would be safe to pick them up, but you don’t. Instead, you simply hold them as they are, a grin on your face as you watch them so fondly. This minuscule being puts their life into your hands, quite literally, on a regular basis, but you still sometimes have to stop yourself from going through the motions. You need to make sure you take none of this for granted, that you recognize how important it is that they trust you so much. 

You also don’t want to just skip over small moments like this, giving yourself the opportunity to just enjoy how they feel sitting in your hand. You love that they enjoy this as much as you do, it makes it easier to feel less guilty when you want attention from them. You don’t even need to pick them up to just hold them like this, they’re already being held, and you see them begin to take advantage of the fact that you haven’t lifted them just yet.

You feel warmth in your chest as they begin to lay down, watching them curl themselves up right in the middle of your hand. Their head rests just below your fingers, taking advantage of that soft, plush section of your hand to cushion it. They relax completely, and you know the warmth you offer them is something they cherish, and that they can be warmed in such a special way in the first place.

You know how much vulnerability this kind of situation puts them in, even more so in this particular position, and you marvel at the amount of trust and confidence they have in you to keep them safe. They cozy themselves right up against you, and you know your world is all the richer for having them in your life. Despite how small they are, they matter so much to you, and it’s so important to you that they can seek comfort and safety from you like this.

You curl your fingers inward in a bid to make them feel less exposed, to protect them from every threat possible, even though you know none exist at this very moment. You have such an ample opportunity to hold them, and you’re going to enjoy every moment of it. They smile as they nuzzle their face against the soft surface they’re snuggled on, and you watch them close their eyes. There’s no greater trust that they can place in you than that, making themselves entirely dependent on you for safety, knowing without a doubt that you won’t do anything to betray that trust.

They look so happy, so content and relaxed, and you can’t help but want to interact with them a little. Sure, you have them laying in the palm of your hand, but you know they’ll appreciate this gesture. You bring your other hand over, curling your index finger inward and gently brush it across the side of their body. You feel their sharp inhale as you make contact, waiting for the release of that breath that you know is coming. And there it is, a slow exhale as they simultaneously melt under your touch.

Your heart warms as they make themselves so comfortable in your hand. They’re very clearly enjoying this, and you are too. You chuckle quietly, hoping not to disturb them too much as you speak softly to them.

“Look at you…”

As warm and happy as your tone is, you’re unable to hide a hint of bewilderment in your voice, still quite frankly, astonished that you two have made it this far from where you started. If you told yourself the first day you two met that you would end up like this, past-you would have laughed in your face. Nonetheless, here you are, and you’re not complaining at all.

As happy as you are to hold them like this, however, you feel the strain in your arm from holding it in the same position for so long. You pull your other hand away, wincing as you watch them deflate just slightly in disappointment, but you know you’ll be back at it before long.

For a moment longer, you think of the best place to sit to keep holding them like this for as long as they want you to. You then slowly lift your hand, smiling as you see that they don’t move at all, there’s no reaction to being picked up. They’re already cozy, and you know that they trust that you won’t drop them. 

You make your way towards a lounge chair, making sure you keep your hand as still as possible to keep your tiny friend feeling safe to stay as they are. Approaching the chair, you slowly lower yourself down into it, bringing your hand close to you to watch them. They haven’t moved at all, and now you can ensure your arm is in as comfortable of a position as it can be for the duration of their stay in your hand, however long that may be.

Knowing now that not only are you holding them, but you now have them closer to you, relaxes you immensely. You don’t have to worry about anything as long as you’ve got them, you just need to make sure they’re comfortable and happy. Your breathing is even as you settle in, and you reach your other hand back over toward them to continue stroking them as you had been before. 

You know that you’re a comforting presence for them as well, and that holding them like this gives them a feeling of security, of safety and reassurance. You will always be here if they need you for anything. Whether it’s to seek you out after a nightmare, or to simply be held and stroked exactly like this, you have no problem being that source of comfort for them.

You lean back and close your eyes, focusing on their minuscule weight in your palm, and their soft breaths on your skin indicating that they’ve dozed off. Every now and then they shift, and you feel like you can see their smile growing wider as they do. 

They’re so small, but that doesn’t matter. They mean so much to you, and right now, as they doze and occasionally shift ever so slightly, you feel like you have your entire world in your hands, and you couldn’t be happier.

----

I also love scenarios where a tiny is forced to trust a giant because there’s either a threat that’s far more dangerous than the giant, or the tiny is simply more afraid of something else than they are of the giant.

The giant, who’d been hard at work trying to coax the tiny into their hands, now feels a scrambling of limbs as the tiny immediately climbs into their hands without a second thought when that threat presents itself.

The giant, who might have originally celebrated such a moment, now finds themselves trying to comfort a still terrified tiny while protecting them from any threats, perceived or otherwise.

It's the 4th of July, and you don't want to spend it alone.

You can’t believe your luck over the past few days. A human had caught you, but not in the way you feared he ever would. He was simply in the right place at the right time when your worn rope finally snapped, and he had fast reflexes. You didn’t hit the ground like you thought you would, having braced from whatever injuries you’d receive from such a fall, or worse… instead, you landed on a soft, warm surface. 

You then found yourself under the gaze of a human, the one who inadvertently saved you from a potentially fatal fall. His eyes were big, blue, and locked right onto you as you lay stunned in his hand, trembling as you realized what had happened. You were still alive, but you were completely at his mercy.

He stared for a few more moments before the shock wore off. He brought his other hand up to cup you in both, making sure you were secure and wouldn’t accidentally fall again. He didn’t seem angry, at least, but he was definitely curious, and you knew that could easily be far worse.

The moment he saw you crying, curling up in his hands, completely and utterly terrified, however, his expression softened, sympathy in his eyes as he watched you with concern.

“Am I scaring you?”

You nodded your head quickly, desperation for survival taking over as you began to beg for your life.

“P-please don’t hurt me, I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave, just please let me go!” you sobbed, hearing the human sigh softly.

“Whoa, hold on, I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s okay.”

You jumped when you felt a soft touch over your shoulder, hearing his voice soften as he rubs his thumb across your arm.

“Shh, take it easy, don’t-“

It was then that you blacked out, the stress being too much for your brain to handle.

When you opened your eyes next, you found yourself curled up on a folded washcloth, on the ground, near the entrance to the walls you’d been trying to get back to when you fell. Next to you was a small bundle of food, what looked like a new rope, and a note:

Hey,

I’m sorry I scared you, but I’m not sorry that I caught you, that would have been a really bad fall. Anyway, I left you some string that should be much stronger than what you were using before, and some food. If I’d known I had a borrower in my walls, I would have stocked up more, but I’ll fix that later, if you don’t leave, that is. I hope you don’t, but I also understand if you do. Take care of yourself out there.

   -Raymond

You found yourself in shock as you read the note. How did he know what you’re called? How did he know that you have to leave now? Why did he let you go? You find yourself still pondering these questions now several days later, but you haven’t left just yet. You can’t afford to now, not at this time of the year.

You know what’s coming up, and you hate it with an undying passion. The 4th of July is today, and the weather has been wonderful, which is good, not too hot, but it also means plenty of fireworks later tonight.

You don’t understand what their fascination with giant explosions is, but it doesn’t matter, because they are terrifying. You know that all you can really afford to do is hunker down in your small home, hope nothing gets blown up, and just ride it out. Unless…

You know this is a stupid idea, it goes against everything you’ve been taught as a borrower, but you don’t know if you can handle another year alone, scared, stuck in your home while the fireworks are at their worst.

Raymond hasn’t done anything to try and meet you again, and you can’t scrub the memory of his look of sympathy from your brain. His gentle touch, while contributing to you having passed out, it reminded you of childhood, of how your parents would soothe you when there were fireworks or thunderstorms. You can’t believe you’re doing this, but given that he’d let you go, has since been much better at leaving things that are easy for you to take, and has ignored you even if he had a perfect chance to catch another glimpse of you… it’s obvious that he cares about your well-being.

You sigh to yourself as you peek out of the kitchen entrance, watching carefully for any signs of Raymond wandering around. When you see him, your heart sinks. He’s clearly getting ready to go enjoy the fireworks himself, and you feel a rush of anxiety at the thought of being completely alone here.

Just before he puts his hand on the front doorknob, you shout out his name.

“R-Raymond, wait!”

He pauses immediately, turning to look in the direction your voice came from. You stiffen as he spots you, puts his bags on the ground, and immediately makes his way over to you.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

You adamantly shake your head, trying not to panic or bail.

“Okay, well I’m about to head out to see the fireworks show with my friends, do you need anything before I go?”

You look down, wondering briefly if this is fair to him, but before you can say anything else, a firework is shot up, and explodes less than a mile away. You cry out and hide back through the entrance into the walls.

“Oh shit,” he murmurs softly. 

You hear him take a few steps away, peeking out from the entrance to see him holding his phone up to his ear.

“Hey! I’m sorry, but I’m not gonna make it tonight. Yeah, something just came up. Everything’s okay, I just need to stay home tonight. Make sure to get lots of video for me. Okay, thanks, have fun, bye!”

You watch him lower his phone back down, tap the screen, and put it back in his pocket before looking back in your direction. Did he just… cancel his plans on his own? You didn’t even have to plead for him to stay?

He slowly heads back over to you, leaning on the counter as he regards you with a soft gaze.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere tonight. I didn’t realize the fireworks would be scaring you like this.”

You take a tentative step out toward him, trembling and doing everything you can to hold it together. It doesn’t work, however. The fireworks are becoming more frequent, and you’re cowering on the countertop before long. Raymond sighs quietly to himself, watching you patiently.

“What can I do to help?”

You gaze back up at him, crying out as another explodes close by. You can hear a car alarm going off in response to the proximity, and it’s all too much. You whimper as you panic, but his soft voice cuts through the anxiety briefly.

“Okay, come here, it’s alright…” 

You jump as you feel his fingers brushing against you, hearing him gently shush you as he wraps them around you so much more delicately than you’d have thought possible for a being of his size. You feel his warmth around you, your brain struggling to prioritize between being scared of the fireworks, or of being in his hands. You’re able to shake it off, however, the moment he holds you close to his chest, tucking you against him and holding you with both hands. 

You’re immediately enveloped in warmth and pressure around you, the smooth sway of his footsteps distracting you briefly from the building chaos outside. He slowly sinks himself into the couch, and you feel yourself slumping into his chest as he leans back and cradles you close.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, everything will be just fine,” he promises, his thumb rubbing up and down your back as you cling tightly to his shirt.

You never expected to have any sort of comfort on the night of the 4th, much less from a human, but here you are, putting your trust into a being so much bigger than you for reassurance and physical comfort. He doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, either. He keeps himself calm, his presence soothing as he just sits and holds you to himself. 

“You’re still shaking… How did you deal with this before?”

You shake your head and cling tighter to him, fiercely holding on to the sense of security he’s providing you. Despite trying to hold it in, a quiet sob escapes, and you hear a soft hum from him. He holds you closer, his voice gentle and concerned.

“Were you just… terrified in the walls by yourself?”

You slowly nod your head. He immediately gives you a gentle squeeze, the warmest hug you’ve ever experienced. You get the feeling that he just wants to hold and protect you. On any other day you might have balked at the idea, but right now, this is exactly what you need.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. I promise, if you ever get scared, you can always come find me, and I can hold you just like this.”

He pulls you away just enough to brush your tears away with his thumb.

You don’t know that you’ll be here long enough to consider his offer, but it’s certainly a nice thought, not having to be afraid again. He shifts the way he’s holding you to cradle you closer once more. For now, you’re here, you’re safe in his hands, and you feel… okay. You’re still extremely jumpy and terrified by the loud explosions, but Raymond’s kindness makes it a little easier to bear. 

They go on for hours, occasionally setting off car alarms and vibrating the walls and floor slightly. By the time the fireworks finally die down, your eyes are red, puffy, and irritated. Raymond’s patience has proven to be strong, however, and he’s made sure you feel as safe and comfortable as you could possibly be in this situation.

He managed to distract you occasionally as he recounted stories. Some were from his childhood, others were of him and his friends performing… questionable stunts, many of which made you laugh a little through the tears, and you’ve realized that you actually like being around Raymond. You don’t mind the fact that he’s held you all night, kept you entertained, and comforted you whenever you’d start to panic again.

The night has left you exhausted, but after being in the safety of his hands for so long, and with the occasional fireworks still being set off, you’re not eager to leave him. You yawn quietly, snuggling up against Raymond’s shirt as you close your eyes. You hear him chuckle, followed by the quietest ‘aww’ coming from him as he keeps you snuggled close to himself. Any other day that might have set you off, a human cooing over you like this, but not tonight… weirdly enough, you feel like he’s earned it, especially if it feels as genuine as it does. 

“Are you getting a bit sleepy?” He asks softly, and you nod your head. 

“Do you want me to bring you back to where your home is, or do you want to come to bed with me?”

It’s not even a question for you. At this point, you know you can trust him. You know the fireworks will continue late into the night, and you’re not ready to feel the absence of his company and comfort. 

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course you can.”

It's the 4th of July, and you don't want to spend it alone.

You can’t believe your luck over the past few days. A human had caught you, but not in the way you feared he ever would. He was simply in the right place at the right time when your worn rope finally snapped, and he had fast reflexes. You didn’t hit the ground like you thought you would, having braced from whatever injuries you’d receive from such a fall, or worse… instead, you landed on a soft, warm surface. 

You then found yourself under the gaze of a human, the one who inadvertently saved you from a potentially fatal fall. His eyes were big, blue, and locked right onto you as you lay stunned in his hand, trembling as you realized what had happened. You were still alive, but you were completely at his mercy.

He stared for a few more moments before the shock wore off. He brought his other hand up to cup you in both, making sure you were secure and wouldn’t accidentally fall again. He didn’t seem angry, at least, but he was definitely curious, and you knew that could easily be far worse.

The moment he saw you crying, curling up in his hands, completely and utterly terrified, however, his expression softened, sympathy in his eyes as he watched you with concern.

“Am I scaring you?”

You nodded your head quickly, desperation for survival taking over as you began to beg for your life.

“P-please don’t hurt me, I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave, just please let me go!” you sobbed, hearing the human sigh softly.

“Whoa, hold on, I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s okay.”

You jumped when you felt a soft touch over your shoulder, hearing his voice soften as he rubs his thumb across your arm.

“Shh, take it easy, don’t-“

It was then that you blacked out, the stress being too much for your brain to handle.

When you opened your eyes next, you found yourself curled up on a folded washcloth, on the ground, near the entrance to the walls you’d been trying to get back to when you fell. Next to you was a small bundle of food, what looked like a new rope, and a note:

Hey,

I’m sorry I scared you, but I’m not sorry that I caught you, that would have been a really bad fall. Anyway, I left you some string that should be much stronger than what you were using before, and some food. If I’d known I had a borrower in my walls, I would have stocked up more, but I’ll fix that later, if you don’t leave, that is. I hope you don’t, but I also understand if you do. Take care of yourself out there.

   -Raymond

You found yourself in shock as you read the note. How did he know what you’re called? How did he know that you have to leave now? Why did he let you go? You find yourself still pondering these questions now several days later, but you haven’t left just yet. You can’t afford to now, not at this time of the year.

You know what’s coming up, and you hate it with an undying passion. The 4th of July is today, and the weather has been wonderful, which is good, not too hot, but it also means plenty of fireworks later tonight.

You don’t understand what their fascination with giant explosions is, but it doesn’t matter, because they are terrifying. You know that all you can really afford to do is hunker down in your small home, hope nothing gets blown up, and just ride it out. Unless…

You know this is a stupid idea, it goes against everything you’ve been taught as a borrower, but you don’t know if you can handle another year alone, scared, stuck in your home while the fireworks are at their worst.

Raymond hasn’t done anything to try and meet you again, and you can’t scrub the memory of his look of sympathy from your brain. His gentle touch, while contributing to you having passed out, it reminded you of childhood, of how your parents would soothe you when there were fireworks or thunderstorms. You can’t believe you’re doing this, but given that he’d let you go, has since been much better at leaving things that are easy for you to take, and has ignored you even if he had a perfect chance to catch another glimpse of you… it’s obvious that he cares about your well-being.

You sigh to yourself as you peek out of the kitchen entrance, watching carefully for any signs of Raymond wandering around. When you see him, your heart sinks. He’s clearly getting ready to go enjoy the fireworks himself, and you feel a rush of anxiety at the thought of being completely alone here.

Just before he puts his hand on the front doorknob, you shout out his name.

“R-Raymond, wait!”

He pauses immediately, turning to look in the direction your voice came from. You stiffen as he spots you, puts his bags on the ground, and immediately makes his way over to you.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

You adamantly shake your head, trying not to panic or bail.

“Okay, well I’m about to head out to see the fireworks show with my friends, do you need anything before I go?”

You look down, wondering briefly if this is fair to him, but before you can say anything else, a firework is shot up, and explodes less than a mile away. You cry out and hide back through the entrance into the walls.

“Oh shit,” he murmurs softly. 

You hear him take a few steps away, peeking out from the entrance to see him holding his phone up to his ear.

“Hey! I’m sorry, but I’m not gonna make it tonight. Yeah, something just came up. Everything’s okay, I just need to stay home tonight. Make sure to get lots of video for me. Okay, thanks, have fun, bye!”

You watch him lower his phone back down, tap the screen, and put it back in his pocket before looking back in your direction. Did he just… cancel his plans on his own? You didn’t even have to plead for him to stay?

He slowly heads back over to you, leaning on the counter as he regards you with a soft gaze.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere tonight. I didn’t realize the fireworks would be scaring you like this.”

You take a tentative step out toward him, trembling and doing everything you can to hold it together. It doesn’t work, however. The fireworks are becoming more frequent, and you’re cowering on the countertop before long. Raymond sighs quietly to himself, watching you patiently.

“What can I do to help?”

You gaze back up at him, crying out as another explodes close by. You can hear a car alarm going off in response to the proximity, and it’s all too much. You whimper as you panic, but his soft voice cuts through the anxiety briefly.

“Okay, come here, it’s alright…” 

You jump as you feel his fingers brushing against you, hearing him gently shush you as he wraps them around you so much more delicately than you’d have thought possible for a being of his size. You feel his warmth around you, your brain struggling to prioritize between being scared of the fireworks, or of being in his hands. You’re able to shake it off, however, the moment he holds you close to his chest, tucking you against him and holding you with both hands. 

You’re immediately enveloped in warmth and pressure around you, the smooth sway of his footsteps distracting you briefly from the building chaos outside. He slowly sinks himself into the couch, and you feel yourself slumping into his chest as he leans back and cradles you close.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, everything will be just fine,” he promises, his thumb rubbing up and down your back as you cling tightly to his shirt.

You never expected to have any sort of comfort on the night of the 4th, much less from a human, but here you are, putting your trust into a being so much bigger than you for reassurance and physical comfort. He doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, either. He keeps himself calm, his presence soothing as he just sits and holds you to himself. 

“You’re still shaking… How did you deal with this before?”

You shake your head and cling tighter to him, fiercely holding on to the sense of security he’s providing you. Despite trying to hold it in, a quiet sob escapes, and you hear a soft hum from him. He holds you closer, his voice gentle and concerned.

“Were you just… terrified in the walls by yourself?”

You slowly nod your head. He immediately gives you a gentle squeeze, the warmest hug you’ve ever experienced. You get the feeling that he just wants to hold and protect you. On any other day you might have balked at the idea, but right now, this is exactly what you need.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. I promise, if you ever get scared, you can always come find me, and I can hold you just like this.”

He pulls you away just enough to brush your tears away with his thumb.

You don’t know that you’ll be here long enough to consider his offer, but it’s certainly a nice thought, not having to be afraid again. He shifts the way he’s holding you to cradle you closer once more. For now, you’re here, you’re safe in his hands, and you feel… okay. You’re still extremely jumpy and terrified by the loud explosions, but Raymond’s kindness makes it a little easier to bear. 

They go on for hours, occasionally setting off car alarms and vibrating the walls and floor slightly. By the time the fireworks finally die down, your eyes are red, puffy, and irritated. Raymond’s patience has proven to be strong, however, and he’s made sure you feel as safe and comfortable as you could possibly be in this situation.

He managed to distract you occasionally as he recounted stories. Some were from his childhood, others were of him and his friends performing… questionable stunts, many of which made you laugh a little through the tears, and you’ve realized that you actually like being around Raymond. You don’t mind the fact that he’s held you all night, kept you entertained, and comforted you whenever you’d start to panic again.

The night has left you exhausted, but after being in the safety of his hands for so long, and with the occasional fireworks still being set off, you’re not eager to leave him. You yawn quietly, snuggling up against Raymond’s shirt as you close your eyes. You hear him chuckle, followed by the quietest ‘aww’ coming from him as he keeps you snuggled close to himself. Any other day that might have set you off, a human cooing over you like this, but not tonight… weirdly enough, you feel like he’s earned it, especially if it feels as genuine as it does. 

“Are you getting a bit sleepy?” He asks softly, and you nod your head. 

“Do you want me to bring you back to where your home is, or do you want to come to bed with me?”

It’s not even a question for you. At this point, you know you can trust him. You know the fireworks will continue late into the night, and you’re not ready to feel the absence of his company and comfort. 

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course you can.”

In which you’re offered something you deeply yearn for.

“You keep staring at me.”

Those words shake you out of your daydream, one you’d be embarrassed to admit is happening more frequently.

“Are you still afraid of me?”

Not necessarily, you think. You’d been staring at his hands, thinking about what it might feel like to be held by them. Ever since he discovered you and saved your life, he’s been exceptionally patient regarding you not wanting to be handled at all if possible. If it’s not possible, he tries to make it as quick and easy to adjust to as he can.

Given how incredibly gentle he is, you’ve not been minding it quite so much lately. In fact, you’ve been wondering to yourself what it might feel like for him to just hold you close, to cuddle you against his chest and let you lean against him…

You shake your head when you realize you’re at it again, and you quickly look away to try and hide your red cheeks.

“If you’re not afraid, then why do you keep staring at my hands?”

You shake your head again, but he’s quick to catch on, annoyingly so. You see him smiling softly from the corner of your eye.

“If you want me to hold you, all you need to do is ask. You don’t have to be shy about it.”

He states it so easily, there’s no hesitation or judgment in his voice. All you need to do is ask…

You take a deep breath, trying to muster all of the courage you can in your tiny little body. You turn to look at him again, seeing him watching you with a patient smile.

“U-um, c… could you hold me…? Please?”

His face lights up as you do as he suggests, nodding his head as you take deep breaths to prepare yourself for what you’ve just asked for. He reaches over and, using both hands, gingerly scoops you up. You gasp as you’re suddenly in his hold, watching warily as he brings you closer to him. He looks down at you with a friendly gaze, as though waiting for you to respond to his actions. After you anxiously fidget for a moment, he softly speaks up again.

“Is there a particular way you’d like me to hold you? I have no problem with this, but if you want to get more cozy, we can do that too.”

You nod your head as he ends his sentence, speaking up even quieter this time.

“More cozy…?” you ask timidly.

He smiles, his hands bringing you to his chest and giving you exactly what you’ve been hoping and dreaming for. You’re tucked against him as he leans back, and you nestle in as his warmth invites you closer.

“There you go, that’s all you needed to do. You let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you, alright?”

You nod your head, your eyes closed as you soak in this moment. You feel his thumb move, startling briefly before relaxing under his soothing touch. He rubs his thumb softly over your side, and you begin to nestle in closer. You sigh deeply as you feel his massive fingers keeping you supported, making you feel secure and safe. His warmth seeps into your body with ease, and you nuzzle your face into his shirt, clinging to it with your tiny hands.

“Oh my, you’re quite the little cuddle bug, aren’t you?”

You nod your head softly once more, not caring quite so much about how shy or embarrassed you feel anymore. You’ve been needing this for a while, and being on your own hasn’t been conducive to receiving this kind of attention. While you didn’t expect to find comfort from a human, of all things, you still welcome the opportunity to indulge in something you’ve dearly missed, and he seems just as eager to provide it to you.

“You should have said something sooner, sweetheart…” he murmurs, his thumb brushing across the side of your face briefly before returning to your side.

You don’t respond this time, instead focusing entirely on the feeling of being held by such large, gentle hands, and being cradled to his chest as his heart beats soothingly inches away from you.

“Here, I’m going to lie down so you can lay on my chest. Hold on tightly.”

You do as he says, clinging to his shirt as he presses you up against his chest securely with one hand. His other grabs a couch pillow to lay against, and he turns to situate himself horizontally across the cushions. He’s now halfway propped up on the pillow, and your tiny weight settles comfortably onto his chest as it supports you from beneath. It’s still at a bit of an angle, so his hands continue to cradle you close to him to keep you feeling secure atop him.

“There we are, how’s this?”

You take a moment to process all of this. It’s one thing to be held close to his chest, it’s another thing entirely to be laying on top of his chest. It feels much closer, more intimate and personal, and you feel your face heating up as the weight of the situation hits you.

This human, who you strove so hard to avoid for so long, was now fully invested in making sure you feel safe and warm. He encouraged you to ask for comfort from him, and wasted no time in making sure he could provide it to you.

You offer him a small, shy smile in response to his question as you snuggle in, the weight of his hands over you soothing you. It feels like you’re constantly being hugged, and it’s something you’ve been yearning for ever since you ended up on your own. His thumb strokes over you again and again, a gentle touch that begins to lull you into a doze as you close your eyes.

“You can sleep if you want, you’re safe here.”

And despite this going against all rules in place to ensure your survival, you believe him. You feel like you can let your guard down, like you can let yourself be so incredibly vulnerable to him and that he wouldn’t take advantage of you. You feel safe with him, and you let yourself relinquish your control, passing out surrounded by his warmth and soothed by his affection.

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It's the 4th of July, and you don't want to spend it alone.

You can’t believe your luck over the past few days. A human had caught you, but not in the way you feared he ever would. He was simply in the right place at the right time when your worn rope finally snapped, and he had fast reflexes. You didn’t hit the ground like you thought you would, having braced from whatever injuries you’d receive from such a fall, or worse… instead, you landed on a soft, warm surface. 

You then found yourself under the gaze of a human, the one who inadvertently saved you from a potentially fatal fall. His eyes were big, blue, and locked right onto you as you lay stunned in his hand, trembling as you realized what had happened. You were still alive, but you were completely at his mercy.

He stared for a few more moments before the shock wore off. He brought his other hand up to cup you in both, making sure you were secure and wouldn’t accidentally fall again. He didn’t seem angry, at least, but he was definitely curious, and you knew that could easily be far worse.

The moment he saw you crying, curling up in his hands, completely and utterly terrified, however, his expression softened, sympathy in his eyes as he watched you with concern.

“Am I scaring you?”

You nodded your head quickly, desperation for survival taking over as you began to beg for your life.

“P-please don’t hurt me, I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave, just please let me go!” you sobbed, hearing the human sigh softly.

“Whoa, hold on, I’m not gonna hurt you. It’s okay.”

You jumped when you felt a soft touch over your shoulder, hearing his voice soften as he rubs his thumb across your arm.

“Shh, take it easy, don’t-“

It was then that you blacked out, the stress being too much for your brain to handle.

When you opened your eyes next, you found yourself curled up on a folded washcloth, on the ground, near the entrance to the walls you’d been trying to get back to when you fell. Next to you was a small bundle of food, what looked like a new rope, and a note:

Hey,

I’m sorry I scared you, but I’m not sorry that I caught you, that would have been a really bad fall. Anyway, I left you some string that should be much stronger than what you were using before, and some food. If I’d known I had a borrower in my walls, I would have stocked up more, but I’ll fix that later, if you don’t leave, that is. I hope you don’t, but I also understand if you do. Take care of yourself out there.

   -Raymond

You found yourself in shock as you read the note. How did he know what you’re called? How did he know that you have to leave now? Why did he let you go? You find yourself still pondering these questions now several days later, but you haven’t left just yet. You can’t afford to now, not at this time of the year.

You know what’s coming up, and you hate it with an undying passion. The 4th of July is today, and the weather has been wonderful, which is good, not too hot, but it also means plenty of fireworks later tonight.

You don’t understand what their fascination with giant explosions is, but it doesn’t matter, because they are terrifying. You know that all you can really afford to do is hunker down in your small home, hope nothing gets blown up, and just ride it out. Unless…

You know this is a stupid idea, it goes against everything you’ve been taught as a borrower, but you don’t know if you can handle another year alone, scared, stuck in your home while the fireworks are at their worst.

Raymond hasn’t done anything to try and meet you again, and you can’t scrub the memory of his look of sympathy from your brain. His gentle touch, while contributing to you having passed out, it reminded you of childhood, of how your parents would soothe you when there were fireworks or thunderstorms. You can’t believe you’re doing this, but given that he’d let you go, has since been much better at leaving things that are easy for you to take, and has ignored you even if he had a perfect chance to catch another glimpse of you… it’s obvious that he cares about your well-being.

You sigh to yourself as you peek out of the kitchen entrance, watching carefully for any signs of Raymond wandering around. When you see him, your heart sinks. He’s clearly getting ready to go enjoy the fireworks himself, and you feel a rush of anxiety at the thought of being completely alone here.

Just before he puts his hand on the front doorknob, you shout out his name.

“R-Raymond, wait!”

He pauses immediately, turning to look in the direction your voice came from. You stiffen as he spots you, puts his bags on the ground, and immediately makes his way over to you.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

You adamantly shake your head, trying not to panic or bail.

“Okay, well I’m about to head out to see the fireworks show with my friends, do you need anything before I go?”

You look down, wondering briefly if this is fair to him, but before you can say anything else, a firework is shot up, and explodes less than a mile away. You cry out and hide back through the entrance into the walls.

“Oh shit,” he murmurs softly. 

You hear him take a few steps away, peeking out from the entrance to see him holding his phone up to his ear.

“Hey! I’m sorry, but I’m not gonna make it tonight. Yeah, something just came up. Everything’s okay, I just need to stay home tonight. Make sure to get lots of video for me. Okay, thanks, have fun, bye!”

You watch him lower his phone back down, tap the screen, and put it back in his pocket before looking back in your direction. Did he just… cancel his plans on his own? You didn’t even have to plead for him to stay?

He slowly heads back over to you, leaning on the counter as he regards you with a soft gaze.

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere tonight. I didn’t realize the fireworks would be scaring you like this.”

You take a tentative step out toward him, trembling and doing everything you can to hold it together. It doesn’t work, however. The fireworks are becoming more frequent, and you’re cowering on the countertop before long. Raymond sighs quietly to himself, watching you patiently.

“What can I do to help?”

You gaze back up at him, crying out as another explodes close by. You can hear a car alarm going off in response to the proximity, and it’s all too much. You whimper as you panic, but his soft voice cuts through the anxiety briefly.

“Okay, come here, it’s alright…” 

You jump as you feel his fingers brushing against you, hearing him gently shush you as he wraps them around you so much more delicately than you’d have thought possible for a being of his size. You feel his warmth around you, your brain struggling to prioritize between being scared of the fireworks, or of being in his hands. You’re able to shake it off, however, the moment he holds you close to his chest, tucking you against him and holding you with both hands. 

You’re immediately enveloped in warmth and pressure around you, the smooth sway of his footsteps distracting you briefly from the building chaos outside. He slowly sinks himself into the couch, and you feel yourself slumping into his chest as he leans back and cradles you close.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, everything will be just fine,” he promises, his thumb rubbing up and down your back as you cling tightly to his shirt.

You never expected to have any sort of comfort on the night of the 4th, much less from a human, but here you are, putting your trust into a being so much bigger than you for reassurance and physical comfort. He doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, either. He keeps himself calm, his presence soothing as he just sits and holds you to himself. 

“You’re still shaking… How did you deal with this before?”

You shake your head and cling tighter to him, fiercely holding on to the sense of security he’s providing you. Despite trying to hold it in, a quiet sob escapes, and you hear a soft hum from him. He holds you closer, his voice gentle and concerned.

“Were you just… terrified in the walls by yourself?”

You slowly nod your head. He immediately gives you a gentle squeeze, the warmest hug you’ve ever experienced. You get the feeling that he just wants to hold and protect you. On any other day you might have balked at the idea, but right now, this is exactly what you need.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore. I promise, if you ever get scared, you can always come find me, and I can hold you just like this.”

He pulls you away just enough to brush your tears away with his thumb.

You don’t know that you’ll be here long enough to consider his offer, but it’s certainly a nice thought, not having to be afraid again. He shifts the way he’s holding you to cradle you closer once more. For now, you’re here, you’re safe in his hands, and you feel… okay. You’re still extremely jumpy and terrified by the loud explosions, but Raymond’s kindness makes it a little easier to bear. 

They go on for hours, occasionally setting off car alarms and vibrating the walls and floor slightly. By the time the fireworks finally die down, your eyes are red, puffy, and irritated. Raymond’s patience has proven to be strong, however, and he’s made sure you feel as safe and comfortable as you could possibly be in this situation.

He managed to distract you occasionally as he recounted stories. Some were from his childhood, others were of him and his friends performing… questionable stunts, many of which made you laugh a little through the tears, and you’ve realized that you actually like being around Raymond. You don’t mind the fact that he’s held you all night, kept you entertained, and comforted you whenever you’d start to panic again.

The night has left you exhausted, but after being in the safety of his hands for so long, and with the occasional fireworks still being set off, you’re not eager to leave him. You yawn quietly, snuggling up against Raymond’s shirt as you close your eyes. You hear him chuckle, followed by the quietest ‘aww’ coming from him as he keeps you snuggled close to himself. Any other day that might have set you off, a human cooing over you like this, but not tonight… weirdly enough, you feel like he’s earned it, especially if it feels as genuine as it does. 

“Are you getting a bit sleepy?” He asks softly, and you nod your head. 

“Do you want me to bring you back to where your home is, or do you want to come to bed with me?”

It’s not even a question for you. At this point, you know you can trust him. You know the fireworks will continue late into the night, and you’re not ready to feel the absence of his company and comfort. 

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course you can.”

The giant gently trying to test how much their tiny is okay with, while trying not to scare them in the process:

• Gently caressing their shoulder with a single finger

• Playfully poking them on their chest

• Cupping their fingers around them without fully touching

• Slowly scopping them up and lifting them closer

The whole time the giant is looking for any miniscule sign to indicate whether or not the tiny is okay with this. Waiting to see if they should stop immediately, or are good to keep going. Backing off the moment they hear a tiny whimper or yelp, or gently pushing further as they recieve no signs of protest.

But you aren’t in a cage, or a jar, or in any kind of container, nor are you being kept in the giants large hands and inescapable grip.

Your in front of them, standing on the ground by your self looking up at there massive frame, while they gaze back at you, sitting on their knees.

You can walk around or try and run away, but before you’d even get halfway too far, the giant just grabs you before you can even process it, and puts you back where you started.

All the time, they’re just staring down at you. Is it just to keep an eye out so you don’t get away? But the more you look up at this giants face, it becomes clear that,

They’re smiling.

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And sometimes your lady get’s her bright red lipstick all over you: