#domestic g/t

[tea-potato-gt]

G/t recommendations:

Midori Days (Midori no hibi) 2005

The plot: Midori is a shy girl who wants to build up the courage to tell Seiji how she feels. Seiji is a delinquent with a heart of gold who just wants a girlfriend. Fate has a funny way of bringing the two together when they wake up to (a shrunken) Midori becoming Seiji's right hand!

G/t: Midori does remember what it was like to be human so she gets so excited to see food on a larger scale.

Midori’s size change isn’t really emphasized or acknowledged very much. Since Midori is attached to Seiji’s arm, you don't get the classic picking the tiny up to gain her trust scenes. But I love when Seiji holds/comforts her with his left hand.

I had mentioned this story to @racheyace and decided to make a whole “why the G/t community should watch Midori Days” post lol.

This anime is one of my favorite anime romance stories of all time, G/t aside!

The Manga vs the Anime: There are 13 episode in the anime and 8 volumes of the manga (85 chapters). (I have the 1st and 3rd DVD and Vol. 1-6 of the manga.)

I love the anime, it's freaking hilarious and high energy! I watched it first and it got me interested in the manga. I'd definitely recommend the manga more! The manga introduces more characters and has a more developed and believable relationship between Midori and Seiji. Not only are the relationships with the two leads more fleshed out, but most of the side characters too! Everyone has depth and motivations and it feels like their all decisions have meaning!

The time frame in the anime is just a couple of months I think, while in the manga Seiji and Midori are together for about a year. They become so close that the heart break and pain is believable by the end. I cried like a baby at the end of the manga and I felt much more satisfied with how it ended. They are both great, but if I had to recommend one, it would definitely be the Manga.

Queer Rep: The manga has a bit of queer representation! One of the characters, Kouta Shingyoji (male), develops a crush on the male lead Seiji! And Midori and Seiji help two lesbians accept each other's feelings. To quote directly from the manga: "Love surpasses sexual boundaries," this is said while showing a picture of Kouta.

Warnings: The anime is rated “13 and older” and the manga is rated “T+ for older teens.” There is some violence, adult themes, a lot of cursing, suggestive scenes, questionable scenarios, and (some) nud!ty (all bare chest nud!ty, but not always s3xualized). But I am honestly impressed, this story could have EASILY been a h3nti, but's a pretty wholesome story of young love, just with a BIZARE twist.

Where to watch/read: You can read the manga on whatever app you use, I use “Manga Geek.” I’ve seen it on a lot of manga websites too! Or find the physical copies from 2004. (If anyone has Vol. 7-8 pls let me know! I have been looking for them! 👀)

You can watch the entire anime dubbed on Youtube here:

[littlescaryinternetguy]

A tiny living with their full-sized lover in their full-sized house. Every walkway marked with tape to show where the tiny should walk so as not to get underfoot; hidden stairways and elevating platforms around the backs of things so the tiny can get around when their bigger partner isn't there. And a small room, proportioned so small, so the tiny can have their own space to be alone, away from everything so huge and looming, if only for a moment, because sometimes it's too much, even love can be too much when it stands over you like a building about to fall.

[withoutend]

g/t prompt 54 detective stories

imagine how different sizes/size-changing would affect murder mysteries:

the narrative follows a hidden borrower who sees more of what goes on than any of the humans

the detective shrinks secretly to listen in on conversations

size-changing to access hidden passageways and get to other parts of the house faster than they should

human detective routinely works with a fairy detective

no one realizes that oversized prop is actually the stolen jewel everyone is looking for

"If you didn't want me to find your murder weapon, you should have shrunk it smaller"

a giant is looking into a window, taking notes with a large magnifying glass and a comically small pencil/notebook.

examining giant footprints

the location is a closed-circle (no one gets in or out) because of size changing shenanigans

instead of further murders, more and more people keep showing up unexpectedly with no idea how they got there (while the 'innocent' mad scientist gets more and more worried because he didn't know there was a time limit on his shrink ray/potion)

to prevent the discovered murderer running off, a cup is put on top of them

[colossusking-orach]

His Majesty, King Orach Obsidian, First Brother of Emperor Orack’s Obsidian brood and his companion Autumn, a ragdoll.

[withoutend]

take my hand. come with me. we can live in a giant’s walls together. when booming steps shake the floorboards we’ll close our eyes and pretend its thunder. on nights when we’re lucky, we’ll steal a whole wedge of cheese and slice of bread for dinner. on every other night, we’ll dance in the garden and i’ll twirl you in my arms. we’ll stay up til morning and drink dewdrops from the flowers. i’ll make you a coat out of flower petals. i’ll keep you safe. run away with me

[sprout-gt]

G/t Movie Night

giant lying down on the couch, tiny resting on their chest watching the movie displayed on the laptop like a theater screen in front of them. the giant, however, has a hard time focusing on anything but the way that their friend/partner rises and falls ever slightly with every breath they take

alternatively, giant sitting up on the couch facing a widescreen TV. to the giant, it isn't anything special, but to the tiny craddled in the crook of their shoulder, the screen takes up so much of their vision, the characters larger than life.

the giant scoops a handful of buttery popcorn, and without any thought at all plucks one out and raises it to the tiny on their shoulder, who accepts it with both hands.

maybe they're watching a cheesy romcom, and with each heartfelt confession from the screen, the tiny on their friend/partner's shoulder can feel a warm blush start to creep up under them. (perhaps mercilessly teasing them about it). maybe the giant hears a near imperceptable wistful sigh or squeeful giggle next to their ear, and has to focus very hard not to crack into a huge smile. (or maybe they also tease them about it)

maybe they're watching a tense horror movie, and with each dread built jumpscare, the giant can feel the tiny curl up closer to their neck. the giant has to be very, very careful of not startling too hard or they might send the tiny toppling towards the couch. in the end, the giant gently picks the tiny off their shoulder and craddles them in their grasp against their chest. when the tiny rests their head aganist their friend/partner's chest, they can hear their spiking heartrate (and you better believe they're teasing them for it)

after the movie is over, all the popcorn long gone, they both spend a long time talking about the bad script or outdated effects, until the giant leans back on the couch and their breathing begins to slow and steady, the tiny tucked against their chest falling into an equally comfortable sleep listening to their deep heartbeat

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Does the reader manage to get to Earth before Drift gets to them? Was Drift even aware that the reader was a sentient being, or did he think that they where a pet or a very intelligent animal?

Yes, the reader gets to Earth far before Drift can convince the entire Lost Light to change its course and head for the Milky Way Galaxy. He wasn’t aware the reader is a sentient being before the events of them escaping; I like to think the bots see us at this point like we see parrots, or elephants, or whales, or dolphins, even gorillas and chimps. We’re extremely intelligent sure. We can mimic their words and clearly display our wants, needs, and dislikes. But we can’t think on their level and we cannot be fully rational and sapient. Of course, this is clearly wrong, but if there have been any mechs who’ve done studies on humans and have found out we are intelligent life, then they haven’t come out with it yet. Drift saw you as a very intelligent pet who needed constant stimulation for the sake of your ability to thrive on the ship. He believed he taught you words the same way we teach parrots tricks and apes to use sign language. He had no idea you are on the same level of intelligence as he is…and now that he does know, you are long gone.

[gullivertravelstowonderland]

Hey theoretically if you were an outdoor borrower with a bug farm in Central Florida what would you make a harpoon out of so it can be shot out of one of these things?

So its like... around toothpick size and it has to have a barbed tip so it latches into the target like a normal harpoon, preferably out of something natural but I'm not opposed to other options

No specific reason tho.

[littlescaryinternetguy]

I've had in the back of my head a domestic story where one person is shrinking over the course of a year. The holidays, the birthdays, all the little marker days we have, the passage of time all right there as one of them dwindles. New ways to love each other, new ways to get on each others' nerves, new ways of seeing each other every day.

Gradual Growing/shrinking

I very much love rapid growing/shrinking moments alot but we dont appericate the concept of gradual as much as we should.

I love the fear of rapid growing/shrinking and the shock and confusing of having to adjust but with rapid the person knows offically when its stopped (at least for the time)

with Gradual its less shocking but there's more uncertainty because if they keep waking up very day with more/less inches/feet at first itll be unnoticable and a bit weird but after they figure it out theres this dread of never knowing when its going to stop.

Will they shrink to the size of an ant or grow to the size of a building or worse? will it ever even stop at all?!

[gtzel]

Snuggles 🥰 with Isaac

[tea-potato-gt]

The Biggest Heart Story: Stør’s Job (Part 1)

Summary: A story of blossoming young love between a Giant and a Water Nymph. Mizu can’t explain it, but she feels like she needs to see her giant friend, Stør. Little does she know of the surprise that awaits her on the farm the giant teenager works on. (Very early stages of their relationship.)

Kæmpe Stør Giant (17yrs - 36ft) & Mizu Rivers Water Nymph (18yrs - 5’6)

More on The Biggest Heart story here

Part 2 here

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"Is Stør home?" Mizu asked nervously, clutching her blue hands to her chest.

"No I'm sorry, Mizu, he's at work right now." Stør's human father, Joseph, said.

"Work?" Mizu repeated. She didn't know Stør had a job. Or more accurately, she didn't know he COULD have a job. She couldn't imagine many grocery stores were looking to hire a 36 foot high schooler to man the check out lines.

"Yeah, Kæmpe works odd jobs for the local farmers. Right now he’s at Old Briar’s place down the road." Joseph read the confusion on the Water Nymph's face. "He should be done soon if you want to wait here---"

"I'll go to him!" Mizu interrupted. She realized how rude she must have sounded, her already blue face became a darker shade and she couldn't make eye contact with the human before her. "S-sorry... I don't want to intrude on you and your family... I-I just need to talk to Stør about our class project really quick."

Joseph smiled at the young girl's flustered face, "no worries, Mizu." He took out a pen and paper from a nearby drawer and wrote the address of Old Briar’s farm and handed it to a very stiff Mizu. "I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you." Joseph gave her a wink and closed the door.

Mizu stood on the doorstep for a few moments, holding the piece of paper, face turning a dark shade of blue.

***

Walking down the dirt road became increasingly nerve wracking with every shaky step Mizu took.

Mizu felt ridiculous. Why was she there? Appearing unannounced at Stør’s house no less! She had been there a few times before, but never alone. Strega (Stør and Mizu’s mutual friend) always dragged her along to hang out. When Strega's friend got together, there were very few places they could all go if Stør was involved. This usually meant they just watched movies in his room or swam in the sea by his house.

But Mizu had never invited herself over before. Why was she doing this to herself?? Maybe she should just go home. The questions she has about their project could be easily answered with an email. She'd worked with Stør before on projects using email and video chats as their main form of communicating. Why did it feel like she needed to see and talk to him in person right now?

“That’s it! This is stupid. I’m going home.” Mizu huffed out loud to herself. The anxiety was becoming too much for her to handle. “I’m so stupid!” She repeated as she turned around.

Little did she realize, she had already arrived at Old Briar’s farm.

She felt the ground tremble slightly. Mizu's eyes widened as the treeline started to shake. She heard a low strained grunt.

Curiosity got the best of her. Mizu walked further down the road, following the sound, attempting to figure out what it was.

Old Briar’s farm was quite large, and surrounded by trees of various kinds, sizes, and thicknesses. There was a stretching field of crops that bordered the trees and went up and over the hills nearby. The property was surrounded by a wooden fence that came about shoulder height on Mizu.

She walked parallel to the fence till she made it to the edge of the woods where she finally spotted it--- him.

About 50 feet away from Mizu, there on the edge of the woods, stood Stør.

He was hunched over and gripping a large tree. It was tall enough to reach his mid torso. His large hands barely grasp fully around the trunk. It looked like the branches were scratching up his inner arms as he tried to get a better grip on the tree.

He wore a white tank top, covered in sweat from the hot afternoon sun, blue jeans, and thick work boots. (Once again, Mizu was amazed by the magic created to let a giant wear human clothes on a grand scale.)

Mizu could almost forget how tall Stør really was. From this far away, she could imagine her classmate as a normal sized teenager weeding in his backyard.

But the illusion quickly dissipated with a horrible wrenching sound coming from the tree as Stør used all his strength to uproot the plant and free its hold in the ground. Twigs and roots snapped and leaves scattered.

Mizu stared. She couldn't believe her eyes. As he exerted himself, she saw the muscles on his arms bulge. She never noticed how toned Stør was. In the three years Mizu had known him, she had only seen him wear baggy long sleeved shirts, even on the hottest summer days.

Rationally she knew Stør had to be strong. He was a 36 foot tall giant, of course he has to be strong compared to an average human. But watching him rip a massive tree out of the ground like it was nothing really cemented something Mizu had been thinking about since she met him…

Stør is holding himself back.

Mizu had heard Stør briefly mention his status of living on Noma. Being the only giant on the small Island nation led to a lot of red tape and trepidation when it came to his presence. Any mistake he makes could result in dire consequences for himself or others.

Stør’s life is constantly dictated by rules and harsh punishments.

After closely observing Stør for months, Mizu slowly realized he never lashed out. Even when faced with hatred or bullying or fear, he never retaliated or fought back. No negative words of others ever passed his lips. Stør kept a constant air of calm and control about his actions, features, and body. His movements were always slow and purposeful. He never raised his voice and he definitely never showed his full strength.

But here in this moment, uprooting a tree, when he thought he was alone… For once, Stør didn't need to hold back his strength. He didn't try to make himself smaller for other people's comfort. He didn't need to worry about hurting anyone. No one was running away screaming at the very sight of him.

In this brief moment, Stør was free.

After watching how the world treated Stør, this realization broke Mizu’s heart. Could Stør truly only be his true self in the absence of others? In the absence of his family, friends, or even Mizu herself?

Mizu thought she had experienced every curveball becoming friends with a giant could offer, from learning how to ride on his shoulder to how a giant navigated a world literally too small for his stature. But once again, Stør unknowingly turned her whole understanding of his life upside down.

In the past, Mizu has overheard other students call Stør a freak or a monster. Comments like these always made her see red. How could anyone think less of him? So what if he’s a LITTLE taller than most people? He’s still the sweetest guy Mizu has ever met. It infuriated her to no end.

But then she regrettably remembers the emotions she felt when she first laid eyes on the teenager (in the English class they shared three years ago). She felt nothing short of pure frozen terror. Worried he could at any moment decide to reach his hand through the classroom window and snatch her up from her desk, carrying her off to the gods mnow where, and hurt her.

She (unfortunately) can’t blame people for being afraid of her friend. And it seems Stør doesn’t blame them either.

Mizu watched as Stør regarded the large tree in his grasp. Something she could never hope to lift in her wildest dreams. He turned it from side to side as if admiring the poor tree he just forcefully evicted from the earth.

Then he turned and gently set the tree down in a large pile of other trees that too had been uprooted. A dozen massive trees lay on their sides, roots out for the world to see.

Stør wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked back to the tree line. He grabbed a hold of another tree with both hands. A slightly smaller one, but no less impressive. He looked like he was about to pull when suddenly, Stør looked up and locked eyes with Mizu.

Her body froze. Stør did the same. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

Mizu was the first to find her voice, “Hi.” She called across the feild to him and waved.

This finally broke the spell, Stør quickly let go of the tree in his grasp. He curled in on himself in an attempt to look smaller.

Finally, his brain processed her presence in front of him to and allowed words to form.

“M-Mizu!?” Stør stuttered her name, he blinked rapidly as if hoping she wasn’t standing right there. “I didn’t see you,” Stør quickly grabbed his crumpled up plaid shirt from the ground, threw his arms into it, and immediately began buttoning up his baggy shirt.

Once again, here he was trying to hide himself. Hide his muscular arms in favor of a more round and soft outward appearance. Something more palpable to the average onlooker.

Mizu watched his personality change in real time, from a confident young giant to a scared timid child wishing to be anything other than what he was. Her heart ached at the fact he felt he needed to do this for someone he considered a friend.

“Don’t let me get in the way,” Mizu said as she climbed over the top of the wooden fence and sat on top. “You can keep on working.”

“No, no I was j-just about done anyway,” Stør rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to look at her. “I just need to take these– these to the other side of the property.” He vaguely gestured at the pile of large trees at his feet.

She usually found it cute when Stør stuttered with nerves, but in this moment, it felt like a knife slowly cut through her heart. He wouldn’t even look at her anymore. Stealing herself, she said, “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

Stør did a double take, “Wha— Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Mizu climbed down the rest of the fence and confidently walked across the field towards him.

“Y-you really don’t have to.” Stør sunk further into himself as he kneeled down. “It might-might take a while.”

Mizu shrugged, “I don’t have any plans.” She was now within reaching distance of the giant teenager. She had to look up at him to catch his eye. Mizu had to admit, his slouching and lowering of his body did help with neck pain when it came to keeping eye contact with a giant.

“But still… A-Are you sure, Mizu?”

Mizu rolled her eyes, “Yes I’m sure, Stør.” She was getting impatient.

“Okay…” his voice was unsteady.

Quickly changing topics before he could change his mind, Mizu clapped her hands together excitedly, “So how are we gonna transport these big-ass trees?”

Stør snorted at her abrasive language, he often forgets how foul mouthed this Water Nymph could be. “WE aren’t going to do anything. I just have to– to walk them over the hill to the other side of the farm house.”

“Fine then, since I can’t help you do all the heavy lifting, how about I keep you cool?” Mizu giggled. She held out her hand, and using her hydrokinesis, she pulled water from the surrounding air, “Can’t have you passing out from heat stroke while you do all the heavy lifting.”

Once the sphere of water was about the size of a bowling ball, she flung it straight at Stør’s face. It splashed harmlessly on his cheek, but he still reeled back expecting it to hurt. He slammed his eyes closed, but immediately felt the coolness of the water on his face, it was wonderful. He opened his eyes to find Mizu laughing, “You should have seen your face!”

Stør wiped the (to him) drop of water from his cheek, “Yeah, Yeah.” He rolled his eyes, but as he looked back down at Mizu he became serious. “I’m going to stand now. Is that alright?” He watched her closely for her reaction.

Mizu gave a quick nod. That was all he needed. Placing a hand on his knee as he slowly stood to his full height. He looked down to make sure Mizu hadn’t moved. She did not. Then he went to work.

He reached past the pile of uprooted trees and grabbed a long silver wire. It was huge and thick, she watched as he wrapped the trees in steel rope, which is usually used by giant cranes. He carefully tried the rope around the trees and fastened them in place. Then he lifted the pile of trees up, and using another long steel rope, attached them to his back.

Stør looked back down at his friend with trepidation at her reaction. Would she be frightened? But the look in her eye dispelled that worry. Her eyes were wide, sure, but not from fear. Awe and admiration danced on her face.

Slowly bending down, Stør lowered his free hand in front of Mizu, silently asking for her to climb aboard. Something she has done plenty of times in the past, and had said yes every time, but he made it a point to never grab anyone no matter how well they knew each other.

With his right hand entering her space, Mizu finally blinked and realized she had been staring for too long. She quickly looked away, blushing harder, and got to work.

Concentrating, she conjured up the moisture out of the ground and air. It was relatively easy with the high humidity and it had rained earlier that day. By the time she was done, Mizu had collected about as much water as a jacuzzi could hold. Hoping this would be enough, Mizu stepped onto his hand and began her ascent to Stør’s shoulder.

Now it was Stør’s turn to stare. The water danced alongside Mizu as she marched her way up his arm with a practice stride. Her steps tickled as she made the last stretch and slumped down on his shoulder with a huff. He tried to look at her, but she was too close to his neck that he could only see the top of her head. “Ready?” Stør said in a quiet voice due to her being so close.

Stør felt her grab his earlobe for balance. “Always.” Mizu said. The sphere of water flowed and changed at her whim beside his head, he could hear it splashing and gurgling by his ear like a stream.

With Mizu secured, Stør slowly stood up with a little more trouble than usual. He had to get up from a crouched position with heavy trees on his back weighing him down.

Sitting on Stør’s shoulder gave a view Mizu could never grow tired of. She was astonished to think Stør saw the world like this every day. What would be large rocks to step over, became unnoticeable pebbles in their path. She could see over the treeline and even a little bit of the ocean in the distance.

Stør was about to take his first step towards the farm house, when his breath hitched. A sudden cold sensation wrapped around his neck. Whatever it was it constantly moved like a soft stream around him.

Mizu had held up her end of the deal and created a water based neck wrap to help with the heat. It felt so wonderful on this hot day, that Stør briefly considered asking Mizu to join him every time he was out working. Her company and powers would definitely make the hours he spent in the sun much more enjoyable.

“Damn that feels good, thanks.” Was all Stør said as he started walking. Mizu just hummed pleasantly as she tried to focus on balancing on an ever moving giant shoulder and keeping her water powers stable.

“You can drink some if you want. It’s clean.” She raised a ball of water to his lips. To him it was just a sip, but to her the sphere of water was about the size of her head.

“Not— not right now.” Stør stammered. “Maybe later?” He always felt too awkward drinking her magic, it felt like taking a bite out of her. When he had tasted her enchanted water in the past, it continued to move as if it were alive in his mouth. He knew from his magical species class, any water she touches gets imbued with her essence as long as her magic is linked. To drink water while still activated by her hydrokinesis made him feel icky.

There was a long stint of silence between them. Neither knew what to say, as they passed over the hill. Mizu could tell Stør felt off. “What’s wrong?” Mizu glanced at his worried expression. He continued to stare at the ground, watching his step.

“I-it’s nothing.” Stør said not looking at her.

“Stør, please?” Mizu’s voice was soft in his ear.

He hesitated, several things were wrong right now, but he settled on one. “It’s just… I-I’m sorry if I smell,” Stør dreaded her being so close to him normally, but now the anxiety was unbearable. He had been working in the hot sun for hours resulting in him certainly smelling like body odor and sweat.

Once again she giggled in his ear, a sound that set his soul aflame. “Stør, did you forget what I am?” She splashed his cheek once again with a ball of water to remind him. Water Nymphs’s bodies were made entirely out of water. They have no need to breathe or smell like normal creatures, because they take in oxygen through their skin. They live in dark underground caves filled with water. Their senses are dedicated to their large eyes and ears or to their hydrokinetic powers. “You could jump in raw sewage and I wouldn’t know the difference.”

Stør chuckled to himself, relieved at her reminder of her species. He liked that Mizu was a Water Nymph. He liked a lot of things about Mizu. Her passion and kindness. Her blue hair was made of water and it flowed like a stream through a single drop would never fall to the floor. Her laugh was contagious and sweet as honey. And her smile… Oh Gods, it was a rare treat indeed, if only he could find ways to make that smile never fade… A-And he guessed her being unable to smell his body odor was a bonus too…

The rest of the trip didn’t last more than a few minutes. The pair chatted about nothing in particular, but neither minded, comforted by the other’s presence.

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Part 2 here! 🫣

This is my first (published) short story. I usually don’t write stories, I like drawing comics, so any critiques and suggestions are welcome! Thanks!

Find out more about Stør & Mizu in The Biggest Heart master post 😉

[littlescaryinternetguy]

Sitting in the corner of their couch. They are reading a very dry pdf about a very saucy subject: the arts patronage of Lucrezia Borgia. They're snorting every so often. With the right hand they scroll. In their left hand, resting on the couch, their fae lover reclines, lazily conjuring glowing geometries in the air. "The Banquet of Chesnuts," they snort. "Whose nuts?" ask the fairy. "Pope Alexander VI, probably." "Oh, I've been meaning to ask you, do you like CDs or tapes better?" "They still make tapes?" "Apparently." "Huh. Well, I still have CDs and I don't have any tapes, so... CDs." "See deez nuts," said the thumb-sized fairy in their palm. "Oh my God." "Yes. See... deez... nuts," the fairy repeated, savoring it. "Your little tiny nuts." "Wait, what? What do you mean?" "What did you think it meant?" "It means balls?" "That's what nuts are, colloquially, in this context, yes." "Oh. Well, uh. I thought it was just nuts." "Like brazilnuts? Peanuts?" "Cashews." "No, it means your nuts. Which I have already seen." "When did I show you my cashews?" They closed their fist gently, and felt the fairy's wings beat swiftly, gently, against the inside of their fingers. They stood up and uncurled their fingers, looked down on the lightly flustered fairy. "You show me you're nuts every day," they winked. They waited for a reaction. After a procession of beats, they explained. "In this context, 'nuts' means 'crazy'". The fairy nodded and laid back, head resting on the pillowy ball of their thumb. "See this nut," said their tiny lover. "Mm-hmm," they said, walking lightly off towards the kitchen. "Gladly."

[littlescaryinternetguy]

I love to think about the ways tinies and beans would cohabitate. Marking off lanes with tape where tinies can walk without worrying about oblivious sleepy biggos first thing in the morning. Tall bookshelves moved just a little bit away from the wall, with stairs up the back and entrances to each shelf (no books in front of those entrances, please). I've thought about this same lighting system, except without Alexa or whatever because the bean got tired of getting bombarded with adds for knee pads and magnifying glasses. Also the tiny is incredibly paranoid about Alexa (the tiny is me). However the tiny can get around while maintaining their own agency is the goal.

G/t thought of the day

Smart plug controlled warning lights that change to red if t is somewhere on the floor and green if they are up a height so that G knows when to be extra careful walking around

[withoutend]

g/t pun 8

did you hear about the headquarters the borrowers set up in the nonfiction section?

it's based on a true story

[homelanderbutbig]

We Made It Together (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1780 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You teach Homelander how to make pancakes.

Homelander's been especially clingy this evening, requiring your undivided attention the second you got off work. When you walked out of the elevator and into his penthouse, you found him moping on the couch in his living room, gloves off, just wanting to snuggle his head into your lap.

You've been glued in this position for a couple hours now, and you are acutely aware that you've long since passed your regular dinner time. And if you're hungry, you know Homelander is too, even if he doesn't want to say anything lest your cuddle time ends.

"I'm starving. We should probably get dinner started," you reflect, lazily caressing his cheek with your palm.

"Just call the Vought chefs," he mumbles, turning his head over to look up at you. He doesn't want you to get up off the couch; he just wants to spend the rest of the evening in your lap.

"No, I wanna make us dinner tonight," you remark. "I think we both could use something homemade."

"Maybe… pancakes?" you ponder, smiling while you boop his nose with your index finger.

"…For dinner?" Homelander enquires confoundedly, lifting himself up to a seated position.

Ever since he was a child in the lab, he was raised to follow the three staple meal times set out for him. It's been ingrained so heavily into him, he has not once strayed outside of this routine. He's never even heard of something as ridiculous as eating breakfast foods for dinner.

He watches you silently as you slide off the couch and head to the kitchen. You shoot him a sly grin, giggling to yourself at seeing his baffled expression.

Once in the kitchen you get to work quickly, moving your stepping stool over to the fridge and the cupboards. You've gotten quite used to maneuvering around his kitchen, as everything had been built taller to accommodate Homelander's height. Pulling out the ingredients, mixing bowl and frying pan, you plant yourself at the countertop next to the stove. You've made this recipe so many times you know it like the back of your hand; nearly every morning at the penthouse consists of pancakes.

You are so focused at the task at hand you don't see Homelander get off the couch and saunter over to you, arms crossed behind his back. He is observing you intently while you sift your flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt together in a large glass bowl. When he leans down a bit lower behind your comparatively smaller frame, you finally take notice of his presence.

"You wanna help?" you ask, smiling sweetly up at him.

As if you posed a forbidden question, Homelander's eyes open wide. His mouth parts open, but it takes a few moments before he can force any words out.

"I… uh… I-I don't…" he stammers, straightening back up to his full height. Immediately, his eyes dart frantically as he feels his body become tense from your proposal.

While Homelander prefers to be seen as a perfectly capable man, a god who does not make any errors, he is ashamed to admit he has never cooked a day in his life. Growing up in the lab, all of his meals were made for him, and he was never taught how to prepare food. Despite his lack of knowledge, Vought built him a custom kitchen in his penthouse, one they knew he had no idea how to use. It almost felt like a cruel joke at his expense.

And now, here you are inviting him to cook with you. Although you have no hidden motivations, he is distraught over the possibility of making mistakes. Anything he can't get perfect on the first try is not something he even wants to attempt.

"It's okay, I know you can do it," you comfort him, giving him a gentle pat on his thigh. "Let's start slow. Pass me the milk, butter, and eggs."

Homelander swallows hard, but he resigns himself to his fate… he is going to cook. Out of anything else, he doesn't want to let you down by neglecting the tasks you've assigned him. Painstakingly, like they are made of bone china, he passes you the ingredients one by one. The carton of milk and sticks of butter are simple enough, but… then comes the challenge. Every single egg he picks up fills him with dread, knowing even the slightest twitch of his fingers could break their delicate shells.

But somehow he manages, spurred on by the small hits of praise you give him for every egg he passes into your waiting hand. Your bright smile and warm voice takes the edge off his nerves, allowing himself to get more comfortable. However, he gets a bit too distracted by your compliments, and accidentally cracks an egg in between his big fingers.

"I'm sorry," Homelander sputters instantly. "I-I-I'm sorry." He can't bear to look in your direction, afraid to see your disappointment. He knew this was inevitable; he can't do ordinary things like a regular human.

"Hey, hey," you say, grabbing a dish cloth to wipe the egg off his large hand. "It's okay hun, it was just an accident, right?"

Tentatively nodding, he looks down at you with his glassy eyes.

"Everybody has little accidents when they're cooking," you reassure him. "And this one is nothing to fret over, we have plenty more eggs."

Just seeing you be so dainty with him, cleaning his destructive hand without a sign of displeasure anywhere on your face… that brief spike on insecurity vanishes just as quickly as it came.

Recomposing himself, Homelander takes a deep breath in through his nose to reset his train of thought. He doesn't want to make any more mistakes, he wants to show you how good he can be.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he begins handing you the rest of the eggs, never taking his focus off them for even a second. It's a little funny to see the leader of The Seven acting so serious about eggs, but you know how much this means to him, being able to do something 'normal' with you.

"You did amazing! I'm so proud of you!" you cheer, your own excitement mirrored in Homelander's face. He soaks in your approval like a sponge, eager to begin his next assignment so you can keep being proud of his little achievements.

"I'm going to mix the batter up now," you tell him, grabbing the whisk off the counter. "Can you turn on the stove at about a medium heat? We have to warm up the pan before we make the pancakes."

While you beat the batter, Homelander goes over to the stove and twists the knob to a medium heat. Before he places the frying pan down on the element, he stops and stares at it in his hand.

Your head can't whip around fast enough when you hear the all-too-familiar sound of his laser eyes activating, shooting a low intensity beam at the bottom of the pan to pre-heat it to the precise temperature you asked for. You roll your eyes at your big dork of a boyfriend as he grins down at you, proud of himself for thinking of a more efficient way to cook. Why waste precious minutes of your life waiting for the pan to warm up, when he can do it in mere seconds?

"Okay, we're ready," you remark, holding the ladle out for Homelander. His grin quickly dissipates when he realizes the real gauntlet is about to begin. "Just put a scoop of the batter into the pan. I'll guide you through the rest."

Hesitantly, he takes the ladle from your hand and follows your instructions, pouring the batter into the pan. His eyes shift back and forth from you and the bubbling batter, waiting for your continued directions. After a couple minutes of silent yet intense staring, he finally sees you make a move.

"Alright, now flip the pancake over," you say, handing him the spatula. You reach over and bring the nearby serving platter closer to you. "Give it a few more minutes on this side, then take it out and put it on this plate."

Homelander follows your orders to the letter, keeping the time in his head down to the last second before he removes the pancake and puts in on the platter. He examines you with gritted teeth, filled with anxiety as you inspect his pancake, the very first thing he has ever cooked.

"I-Is it… good?" he asks you uneasily, like his life is on the line if he hasn't done it properly.

"It's perfect," you finally declare, looking into his nervous eyes while you give him a firm grasp of reassurance on his knuckles. "I'm so proud of you. You made a beautiful pancake. Are you ready to try another?"

A toothy grin spreads across his face at your encouragement, showing off his pearly white fangs. Your words of validation are like a drug to him, he can never get enough.

Homelander nods enthusiastically; he wants to make more.

The two of you continue this formula until the batter has run out, and you have quite a hefty stack of pancakes. At his insistence, you let him take the platter to the dining room table, along with two plates, utensils, a bottle of maple syrup, and two glasses of milk. You don't know how he managed to carry all of that without dropping anything, but he really is always full of surprises.

He picks you up and plops you down in his lap while he takes his seat. Filling up the two plates, he places your dinner in front of you. With a drizzle of maple syrup, you cut into a pancake and take your first bite. He waits before he starts eating, wanting to know what you think of your joint efforts.

"Mmm," you hum, savouring your food. Regardless of the recipe being the same thing you've made hundreds of times, it somehow tastes superior knowing Homelander helped. You look up at him, seeing his eyes soften at how much you are enjoying the pancakes. "See? I told you dinner would be better if it was homemade. Even moreso because we made it together."

Beaming at your neverending praise, he angles his head down for a kiss. Tasting the maple syrup and pancakes on your lips spurs something deep within him. A sense of accomplishment, knowing that despite all the ways those scientists in the lab tried to keep him down, he can rise above it all and be… normal.

Maybe he can try helping out in the kitchen with you more often.

[irrationallydiminutive]

consider, tiny mail carriers. Okay, okay, you’ve got all that? great. Okay now imagine tiny mail carriers who ride upon the backs of carrier pigeons. Am I moving too fast here?