#obwrites

[obwjam]

i humbly present: giant!spider-noir and tiny!peni parker

anons, i am sure you are THRILLED that i am FINALLY getting around to your asks after a... decent amount of time lol and i still dont feel like i'm fully out of my g/t writers block but we take what we can get. everyone please enjoy some long-overdue peni and noir content 🫶

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“Oh, no… kiddo…”

Peni didn’t know what to do. It was like all the air had been sucked from her lungs and her ears were ringing and her brain was going a mile a minute. The tiny girl continued to sob, head in hands, and the imposing figure of Noir could only look down in discomfort, for so many reasons.

First of all, he hated the way Peni looked so helpless and fragile as she simply sat on a tabletop. It was some experiment gone wrong, she told him – as she tried to find a way to retrofit the dimension-hopping bracelets without having to go through HQ, a calculation must have been off, or she just didn’t account for dimensional differences, because she landed right where she wanted to – in Noir’s world – but when she came to, everything was gigantic and she couldn’t handle it.

“I don’t… I don’t believe it… Peni…?”

It was starting to get dark out, but even in the middle of the day, there was no mistaking the flashing colors of the portal ripping open. Noir had sensed it and positioned himself right next to it, but… nobody emerged.

At least that’s what he thought. As he glanced down in deep thought after the portal collapsed in on itself and disappeared, something was nagging at the back of his brain.

Something familiar… intertwined with burning fear.

Peni, for her part, didn’t even know what was going on. Her bracelet showed that she was exactly where she wanted to be – Earth 90214.

So why did everything feel so… heavy?

Maybe it’s because this place was devoid of any color, and that always threw her for a loop. No, no, that’s not it. She’s been here before, and that never truly bothered her beyond the cosmetics. Maybe her calculations were slightly off, and the inter-dimensional journey was particularly taxing this time.

She got to her feet and immediately wobbled, blinking rapidly as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. This is weird… I can’t see a thing.

The first footstep was like thunder. Peni winced, shutting her eyes on instinct as she staggered backwards. The subsequent footsteps were no better, and she soon found herself dizzy as she spun around trying to figure out what was happening.

Noir’s heart lurched at the tiny girl’s reaction. He hated the way she looked so helpless on the ground, and his chest suddenly filled with a cocktail of stress, anger and the pure urge to protect.

Through her disorientation, Peni was able to discern that the dark shadow that was cast over her was suddenly getting darker. The sinking feeling of being loomed over was almost overwhelming her spidey senses, but something told her she had to look up.

She didn’t expect the massive, imposing figure of Spider-Noir to be right in front of her.

Her eyes widened as she realized what was going on. No – no – this can’t be happening – how did this happen! – I – I can’t let him see me like this!

“Peni, wait!” Noir cried as the tiny girl took off, forgetting how loud his voice was to her now. “It’s me, it’s Noir! Wait!”

Peni sprinted as fast as her little legs would take her. No time to look back, she thought. I’ve got to get out of here.

Noir’s heart sank. Peni was clearly desperate to escape. He just couldn’t let her do that. The world was dangerous enough for a normal spider person, but now that one of them could fit in the palm of his hand? It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Peni was so focused on getting out of there that she didn’t notice Noir bending down to snatch her up. It wasn’t until his fingertips practically brushed her back did she notice, and by then, it was too late.

A piercing scream echoed up from Peni, causing Noir to wince as he slowly lifted his tiny friend up from the ground. He cringed at the way she kicked and screamed and punched to try and escape, but he knew he had to do this. He did his best to ignore her protests, plopping her in his palm as gently as he could before curling his fingers over her, shrouding her in darkness.

Inside, Peni was panicking. Logically, being with Noir while she was now tiny was the best possible outcome, but everything about her current situation defied all logic. She desperately hurled her fist at the walls of her new prison, but she simply bounced backwards every time. She wasn’t even sure Noir could feel anything, considering he was wearing thick gloves.

Oh, Noir could feel it. Every small impact against his gloved hand sent a shiver down his spine as he ran back to his hideout. There were so many questions swirling around in his brain – questions he knew Peni would have the answer to… if she could work up the courage to talk.

After what felt like hours of movement, Peni felt Noir lurch to a stop. She swallowed and closed her eyes as light flooded her vision. Once she adjusted, her trembling eyes scanned her surroundings and horror filled her senses. She knew this place, but almost none of it was recognizable. Various weapons and pieces of technology looked positively alien, and almost everything looked like it was capable of killing her in an instant.

Thoroughly terrified and definitely embarrassed, she refused to meet Noir’s gaze as he took a seat and kept his hand hovering above the tabletop. Underneath his mask, Noir’s eyes were flickering to a new thing every few seconds – her panicked eyes, her heavy breathing, the small cuts and bruises she sustained in the crash landing.

“Peni… are… are you okay?” he finally asked. He didn’t want to startle her more than he already had, but even the rumbling of his voice made her cower. She crossed her arms and kept her gaze forward.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to feel when he held her, but now that he had a moment to process the situation, he felt… protective. This was a tiny life he was holding, and he had all the power in this situation. His stomach jumped when he felt her start to tremble. She was at his disposal, and that was terrifying to Noir. He didn’t like thinking of her as helpless, and it was all exacerbated by the fact that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Peni… please… I need you to talk to me.” He tried to conceal his own shaking voice. “Tell me what happened.”

Eventually, she did, but it took a lot of coaxing and a lot of waiting. Peni tried her best to repair her watch, but she was trying to exhaust every single option at her disposal to avoid having to admit what she did to Miguel. Noir did what he could to help, but mostly, he would just keep Peni company and reassure her that everything was going to be fine.

Today, things were not fine.

It had been nearly a month that Peni had been stuck like this, and it was starting to weigh down on her. She lay awake on the makeshift bed that Noir had made for her, staring up at the ceiling that was impossibly far away. Noir was off on a mission, and he insisted that she wasn’t allowed to come with him. It was too dangerous.

So she was alone.

For some reason, it felt worse today than any other day. She was tired – tired from working nonstop, tired at having to look up at everything, tired from trying to keep it together. She didn’t even get a good night’s sleep last night because, as much as he hates to admit it, Noir snores.

That, and she just had another nightmare.

She was in distress, couldn’t Noir see that? She thought it was obvious. Maybe he really didn’t notice, or he pretended not to because it made him uncomfortable. Like this whole thing didn’t make Peni uncomfortable! Why did he have to go on that stupid mission? She needed him here.

For the next hour, with her hands folded on top of her stomach, Peni lay there, staring, thinking. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see Noir’s gloved hand completely encompassing her vision and she grew smaller and smaller in its presence. The one person she felt that she could count on was a hundred times her size and could kill her in an instant. As much as she tried to take her mind off of everything, the same thing kept echoing in her head: My dad would know what to do.

She barely noticed when Noir returned, twisting gracefully down the pole from above ground and landing with a thud that normally would have made her jump. The spider giant brushed off his coat and glanced over at the tabletop, dismayed to see Peni still laying in bed.

He padded over and bent down to her height, squinting to see if she was awake or asleep.

“Hey, kiddo…” he said softly, afraid of startling her. “You, uh… you alright?”

To Noir’s surprise, Peni rolled over and glared at him before emphatically flipping around so her back was now facing him.

Noir’s eyes widened. It was moments like these that reminded him that she was just a teenager.

“Is... something bothering you?”

Peni didn’t answer, which was effectively an answer.

Noir racked his brain. It wasn’t like he had extensive experience dealing with teenage girls at a normal height. “Do you, uh… do you want to… talk about it?”

Peni let out a small humph, which just made Noir’s heart leap.

“Come on, kid, you can talk to me, you know that.”

Peni was utterly embarrassed, but she had no choice. It wasn’t like she could walk away. Slowly, she turned back toward Noir, whose expression brightened underneath his mask when her tiny, delicate eyes met his. Peni’s cheeks flushed red as she sat up and crossed her arms in protest.

“There. You happy now?”

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” Noir asked, trying to sound genuine but instead sounding accusatory. A full day out in the field certainly wasn’t helping.

Peni was dumbfounded. “Oh, nothing, I’m just stuck like this and I don’t know how to fix it and I’m – I’m all alone!”

Noir felt a pang in his heart. “Alone? You… you have me.”

“You’re off on missions all the time, though!”

“Well, yeah! I have a job to do! I’m sorry, Peni, I… I can’t just stay home all the time because you want me to!”

Tears began to prick the corner of Peni’s eyes. Why was she so angry?

“It–it doesn’t matter, okay? Forget I said anything! You’re – you’re not my father, and you never will be!”

Both spider people gasped. Noir never thought of himself as her father – after all, he was only 19 years old, so he was more like an older brother. But he always felt this connection to Peni, however inexplicable, given the respective dimensions they each come from. He had this… insatiable need to protect her from the inherent trauma that all spider people experienced. Like he could shield her from all the pain he once went through. He almost forgot that he really couldn’t do that.

Once the first tear fell, the floodgates burst open. She could barely hear Noir go “Oh, no… kiddo…” from high above her, watching helplessly as the girl he saw as family was breaking down because of him.

“Peni, I…” Noir was at a loss for words. Consoling people was not really his strong suit. But something told him that right now, she didn’t need to be lectured at or reprimanded. She needed comfort.

Peni let out a small gasp when she suddenly felt herself being lifted. Noir had gently cupped his hands around her shaking form and, ever so slowly, brought her over to his chest and held her close.

The low drumming of Noir’s heartbeat was enough to snap Peni back to reality. She looked around to confirm that yes, she was being cupped in his hands and yes, he was holding her by his heart.

“It’s okay, kiddo. I gotcha,” his deep voice rumbled from above. The sound waves traveled with ease though his body and into hers, giving her a sense of grounding and warmth that enveloped her like a blanket.

With shaking hands, she was able to wipe the tears from her face until they no longer fell. She allowed the rhythm of his heartbeat to calm her down, and she felt her trembling begin to subside, too. Soon, she had brought her legs up to her chest and curled into Noir’s fingers, allowing herself to melt into his palms.

Noir had to bite his tongue to keep from awwwing.

They sat in silence for a while, with Peni focusing on her breathing and Noir trying his best not to move. Eventually, he felt her stretch out and twist up to look at him.

“Thanks, Noir,” she squeaked, barely audible even to him. “For being here for me.”

“Anytime, kid,” he said back lowly. “Look, uh. I know I’m not the best with… uh…”

“Feelings?”

Noir chuckled. “Yeah. Those. But, you know, you can come to me anytime… about anything. And you don’t have to talk, if you want, but –”

“–Noir,” she cut him off with a chuckle of her own. “I get it.”

“Oh. Good, good.” He fell into a comfortable silence. “Would you, uh, would you like to go lay down? On the couch?”

“I’d… I’d love to,” Peni replied between yawns.

Peni lightly bounced to the rhythm of Noir’s footsteps until the two were settled on the couch with no more words to be said. It was hard for her to realize but Peni wasn’t alone – she had Noir. Sure, she was somehow four inches tall in this universe, and the sheer darkness and drab of his dimension was in stark contrast to her entire existence… but she had someone to care for her, even if it wasn’t the exact way her dad did it.

That was new for her. But she could get used to that.

#you guys dont understand how bad this writers block has been #like i have so many ideas but it's like my brain cant focus on putting them into words #but i'm just glad i was able to get this together after like a week lol #we can never have enough spiderverse content frankly #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #spider noir #peni parker #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse

[mychemicalseal]

red rivers of wine - day 14 for #OBwrites . did I just write another poem about queer vampires? yes, yes I did. . #poetry #januraryprompts #writing #lgbt #horror https://www.instagram.com/p/B7SzMGclrE3/?igshid=wc7gq8n7bkx3

#obwrites #poetry #januraryprompts #writing #lgbt #horror

[saltghosts]

@obwriters: u know that thing where people touch pregnant women's belly's without asking, maybe u could have someone try to touch helena's belly and she could break their wrist 👍

#orphan black #Helena

[obwjam]

for the prompt, 26 and peter quill with a teenage borrower?

this has been sitting in my inbox for over a month LOL so sorry anon who was probably expecting something better, much sooner

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“Aw, c’mon, bud. I’m not that scary, am I?”

You gulped. He kind of was, but you weren’t going to say that. 

See, you knew exactly who this guy was – Star Lord, leader of the famous Guardians of the Galaxy. He was so famous that even borrowers knew who they were, and your kind tended to stay so secluded that they barely knew anything about the giants of your world.

It was the thing you hated the most. Giants were fascinating! They did things with such ease, and they never had to worry about basic survival like you did. You knew if you could study them up close, you could learn something and help make life better for all of you.

Unfortunately, you really failed to take into account how utterly terrifying it was going to be.

“Aw, man…” Peter frowned. He had noticed this little thing following him around this shop – they couldn’t have been more than 16 years old. He pretended that he didn’t notice them, since he knew they definitely thought they were being sneaky, but they were so caught up in following him that they didn’t notice the ledge of the shelf they were running across was rapidly approaching, and before they knew it, they were tumbling toward the ground. Peter caught them, and now they were sitting in his cupped hands, wide-eyed and trembling.

Guess he was that scary.

“Hey, don’t – c’mon, it’s alright, don’t cry!”

Crap, you were crying. That’s so embarrassing! you yelled in your head, furiously trying to blink away the tears without moving too much, but it was no use. You thought you were being sneaky. You thought you were being brave. But when it came down to it, you were just as terrified as everyone else in your village.

“Shit, um–” Quill looked around, making sure nobody else was nearby. The rest of the Guardians were waiting back on the ship, since this was supposed to be a quick stop to get these little cookies that reminded Peter of Oreos. “Hold on, ‘lil dude, I’m takin’ us somewhere else.”

You whimpered at the sudden movement, too stubborn to stabilize yourself in fear of looking even weaker than you felt now. A few minutes felt like a few hours, but soon, you stopped moving. Quill had found a quiet corner outside the shop.

“Okay, I think we’re safe here,” he huffed, leaning against a dirty brick wall. He took a moment to look you over – wide eyes, heavy breathing, arms pinned tensely at your side. He wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed, but he knew he had to calm you down. 

“What’s your name? Can you tell me that?”

You squeezed your eyes and shook your head. Even if you wanted to tell him, the words would have gotten caught in your throat.

Peter sighed. “Okay. Names later, that’s cool, that’s cool. Well, I’m Peter Quill, people call me Star-Lord.”

You nodded. “I know.”

Quill perked up at the impossibly small sound of your voice. “You know me, huh? I’m that famous?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. How could he not know how famous he was?

You didn’t notice Peter’s soft smile. Maybe he would get through to you after all.

“How old are you, little buddy?”

You hesitated. “...Fifteen.”

“Fifteen?! My god, little dude. You shouldn’t be out alone! Where are your parents?” Quill nearly laughed when he said those words. He never thought he would be the scolding parent type.

You shrunk back. “I…” You didn’t expect him to get mad! And you couldn’t just tell him, either. Why did he have to ask that?!

Peter could immediately tell he had just asked a sensitive question. “Woah, hey, I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, feeling the tears splashing down on his palm. “I, uh, I get it.”

You tilted your head.

“Well, I lost my mom when I was real young, back when I lived on earth.” He said that like you should know what earth was. “And my dad… well, I kind of killed my dad, but I didn't even meet him until a few months ago.” He smirked at the look of sheer confusion on your face. “Oh, don’t worry. He totally deserved it.” A pause. “Anyway! What I’m saying is… I know what it’s like not to have…” He trailed off. “But I’ve got my friends, and that’s more important, anyway. Do you have any friends around?”

You gulped. One of the most sacred borrower rules was to never reveal the existence of others if you were to get caught. Of course, you had already broken the most sacred law, which was to never be seen, no matter what. 

You couldn’t help but really reflect on the question he just asked. Sure, you lived with the village, but after what happened to your parents, you were rarely allowed to leave. They didn’t even know you had left to observe Star-Lord. They were gonna be real mad about that.

“...I’ll assume by your long pause and contemplative looks that the answer is, it’s complicated.”

You shook your head sadly. You don’t know what compelled you to admit this; maybe you respected his attempt to sympathize with you. Or maybe you just really wanted his help. 

“I… I thought – if I could watch you, I could learn from you,” you squeaked. “Make things better for me. For everyone.”

Quill felt his heart swell. That was an adorable admission. 

“But – but nobody listens to me,” you continued. “They don’t care what I have to say. They probably don’t even – I doubt they even noticed that I’m gone.”

A moment passed before Peter spoke again. “Well, what did you learn?”

“Well, I… I learned that giants can be really nice.” You instantly blushed. Did you just say that out loud?

Quill knitted his eyebrows. “Are we not supposed to be?”

“Well… yeah,” you said. “That’s why I’m not supposed to be seen.”

“Gotta say, little bud, you’re doing a terrible job at not being seen.”

Quill was relieved to see you laugh at that. He didn’t know why, but he felt this tug toward you. Maybe it was because you seemed to be receptive to his jokes, or maybe it was the way you looked at him with those pleading eyes. Yondu was there for him when he needed it most – maybe you needed someone like that, too.

“So,” Quill started, “you really want to learn from me?”

You nodded tentatively. What was he getting at?

“Well, if it’s alright with you… why don’t you come hang out with me and the Guardians for a bit?”

You nearly fell over. “What?”

Quill smiled. “You could learn how to fight, how to build stuff, how to pilot a ship… well, maybe not that last part, because nobody flies the Milano but me. But you could definitely watch.”

“Are… are you serious?”

Peter nodded. “Of course I am. Plus, this place sucks, right? Like, it’s totally boring.” 

“It – it is pretty uneventful around here.”

“Exactly. See? I think you already know the answer.”

You thought about it for a moment. You would be leaving, totally unannounced. The village would go frantic searching for you… if they even noticed you were gone. You could actually see what was out there! You could learn skills you only dreamed of having. You could protect yourself… just like the giants could.

“I’ll go with you!”

Now, Quill was beaming. “I knew it. Your life is about to become insanely awesome, little bud. Just wait until you meet the others.”

You couldn’t help but beam along with him as he walked away, the landscape you once called home melting further and further in the difference before disappearing completely. 

Peter Quill wasn’t so scary after all.

#wow why does it feel so long since ive written marvel #(because it has) #i hope you enjoyed! #obwrites #marvel g/t #g/t #giant/tiny

[obwjam]

ooh can you write the story of how Miguel and Petra met 👀

YOU BET YOUR BUTT I CAN

Miguel didn’t quite know how to proceed.

He got warning of an anomaly on Earth 8136, which was odd — there was no record of any spider person there. But it turns out that was the anomaly. There was supposed to be one, but there was no indication that one existed. And now the city was being torn apart.

So he and Jess swooped in to clean up the mess and figure out where exactly 8136’s spider person was. While Jess was taking out the bad guys and making sure the citizens were safe, Miguel was ready to begin a search.

That’s when he sensed them.

It was weird — the sense was there, but it was faint. He had never quite felt that before. He whipped his head and looked around furiously until his senses led him to... a massive pile of concrete rubble.

Underneath his mask, Miguel raised an eyebrow and began to toss back the chunks of rock. He was about to reach for a particularly big slab when something — no, someone — stopped him.

They were whimpering, and Miguel was confused; the rubble pile was relatively small, and it wasn’t enough to keep a regular sized person trapper underneath.

That’s because it wasn’t a normal sized person.

“What the…”

Miguel’s spider senses were really going off now. He slowly peeled his mask off and lifted one more chunk of concrete off, revealing a dirty, shaking, tiny human being.

Petra whipped their arm up, shielding themselves from the light that suddenly flooded their vision. When their eyes finally adjusted, they recoiled. Shit, they were found! How did that even happen? Who could have known they were here?

Miguel didn’t quite know what was going on, but he knew he had to get this tiny out of here, and fast.

“Hey, little guy,” he started, crouching down even further to get closer to them. “My name is Miguel O’Hara. I’m here to save you.”

Petra’s eyes shook in pure fear, their legs and arms trembling so hard that even if they wanted to get up, they couldn’t.

“It’s not safe, I have to get you out of here. Okay?” Miguel said louder, briefly worrying that maybe they didn’t understand him.

Petra blinked the tears out of their eyes before something came over them — something they had never felt before. It felt like alarm bells were going off in their head, but at the same time, they felt… safe. Like they knew this giant somehow.

Petra whimpered as Miguel reached down and scooped up their shaking body. They grabbed onto one of his fingers for support, which instantly made Miguel’s heart flutter. Holding them in two open palms in front of his face, Miguel’s eyes widened as the realization hit him.

“You’re the spider person,” he practically whispered.

Petra furrowed their brow. “What?”

“MIGUEL!” Jess came zooming in on her motorcycle. “We’re all clear. Anomaly’s been taken… care… of.” She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the tiny form in Miguel’s hand. Her eyes flashed wide.

“You sense it too?”

All Jess could do was nod. “But… how?”

Miguel shrugged, not quite in the headspace to begin answering that question. Besides, it was hard for him to really say much about the tiny when they were right there in his hand, gawking up at him in a mixture of fear and intrigue.

“What’s… happening?” Both giant spider people were surprised to hear them speak. “Who are you?”

“I… we’re… I’m Spider-Man,” Miguel said after a moment of thought. “That’s Spider-Woman.” He nodded to Jess, who gave a small wave. “And you… you’re one of us.”

Petra stared at Miguel like he had five heads.

“Look, I don’t want to do this, but…” he looked over to Jess, his eyes asking the question they both knew the answer to. “You have to come back with us.”

Petra’s eyes widened. “Wh-what? Go back with you where? You can’t — you can’t take me from my home!”

“It’s not much of a home anymore, is it?” Miguel shot back, extending his arm out dramatically to show Petra the full extent of the damage. The tiny surveyed the landscape, full of rubble and shattered glass and broken buildings. There was so much clutter... and it was perfect for an escape.

Petra held their breath, not daring to make eye contact with this mysterious “Spider-Man”. Seriously. What kind of a name was that? They clenched their fists, closed their eyes and ignored the ringing in their ears.

Petra leapt right off his palm.

The wind whipped through their hair as they locked their arms at their side to gain speed. Miguel was so caught off-guard that he could barely react until Petra just about hit the ground. He instinctively shot out a web, but it narrowly missed them, who juked to the right at the last second. Oh god, what was that? Wait. How did I know that was coming?

Petra was going as fast as they could, but all Miguel and Jess had to do was take a few steps to catch up to them. They were soon standing almost right over them, and Jess, not wanting to scare them more than she already had, put one knee to the ground and started to stretch her hand out.

As her hand closed in on Petra, something kicked in that they couldn’t quite explain. They waited until she was practically latched onto them before leaping into the air, settling their feet on her finger and launching themselves off of it, using her momentum to propel them further ahead.

“Holy crap,” Jess breathed as Petra kept running.

Petra looked back, only to see Miguel stomp past her, an annoyed look plastered on his face. Miguel stepped right over them and positioned himself right in their path, bending down and reaching both of his hands toward them.

Petra’s eyes flashed to a gap between two of his fingers, and they jumped through, landing shakily on the back of his hand. Miguel, not at all prepared for that, instinctively twitched his hand up, sending little Petra flying through the air.

They were falling at breakneck speed, but somehow, they were able to gain control of their limbs, tuck into a ball and land safely on the ground. Petra froze for a moment. How the hell did I just do that?

Suddenly, a force struck their ankle, and they fell to the ground. Miguel had used their moment of shock to hit them with a web. Smirking, he yanked them into the air and deposited them into his palm that quickly morphed into a fist.

“NO! NO! LET ME GO!” they screamed, thrashing their arms and legs at the fleshy masses that surrounded them. They weren’t even sure Miguel could feel it.

“Get us out of here,” they heard him sneer at Jess. In an instant, the sound around them began to warp, like it was being played through a broken record player. A low grumble soon turned into a deafening roar as Miguel stepped through the portal.

It was like Petra was being ripped to shreds, but couldn’t feel a thing. It felt like hours, but in reality, the feeling subsided in the blink of an eye. They stayed in darkness as Miguel marched angrily to his computer platform, ready to get to the bottom of this.

By the time he unfurled his fingers, Petra was on their hands and knees, not used to the wobbling and jolting nature of being carried by a giant. They gasped when their eyes adjusted to the light, looking around frantically but not being able to identify a single thing they saw.

Well, almost nothing. When their gaze met Miguel’s, they scrambled to the back of his palm before slamming into his fingers, stretched far up like trees. This time, Petra had nowhere to run.

“Where are we? You-you can’t keep me here!” Petra tried. Miguel’s face remained stoic. “Come on, you can’t just—just abduct me! I—you took me from—“

“Your home is gone,” Miguel said flatly, like it was a foregone conclusion. Petra’s face twisted into shock at his bluntness. “And even if it wasn’t… you…” he heaved a sigh, pinching the brim of his nose with his free hand. Petra wasn’t sure how, but they could feel how distressed he was. “Look, kid, I don’t really have a good explanation yet, but you have to hear me out, okay?”

Petra nodded. They didn’t have much of a choice.

“Me and Jess,” he jerked his head toward the woman standing with her arms folded in the corner, “and everyone else here, we were all bit by a radioactive spider that gave us our powers. Superior strength, sticking to anything, we shoot webs from our hands, we’re agile… there’s a lot of things we can do.”

Petra was stunned, and Miguel couldn’t help but soften at their expression. This kid… they didn’t know anything.

“And… and you’re saying that I…”

“…am one of those spider-people,” Miguel finished. “You can do extraordinary things… uh… I never got your name, kiddo.”

“Um, Petra. It’s Petra.”

Miguel grumbled. Why did they always have to be a version of the name Peter?

“Well, Petra. My name’s Miguel O’Hara.” He wasn’t sure if his introduction had registered in their brain back on their Earth. “And let me just say, for someone who has no idea what they’re capable of, you almost managed to escape me back on 8136.”

Petra blushed. Why did they care so much about what this man thought of them?

“Wait.” Something caught their attention. “Back on… where?”

“8136. That’s your Earth,” Miguel explained.

“My Earth? What are you talking about?”

Miguel closed his eyes and let out a breath. This was going to be more work than he thought.

“I’ll explain everything, okay? You just have to promise not to run away.” His face darkened. “Trust me, it won’t end well for you.”

Petra gulped, but ultimately, they had to concede. They didn’t know where they were, had nowhere to escape to and frankly, they kind of wanted to stay. Miguel was right—there was nothing for them back home. And these powers he claimed they had… they wanted to know more.

“Alright, Miguel O’Hara,” Petra finally said, feigning confidence they really didn’t have. “I guess I have no choice.”

“No, you really don’t,” Miguel said halfheartedly, with no bite on it at all. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way, kid. If we could save every world, well, we would. But we can’t.” He looked down at them, no longer shaking, but still apprehensive. This was uncharted territory for Miguel, but if he was certain of one thing, it was that he knew it was his responsibility to keep this tiny spider-person safe at all costs.

“I’m glad to give you a home here, though.”

#i think im in love with petra #me with the character i literally created: gosh they’re so cool i wish we were friends #methinks i might want to write them more… #miguel has a soft spot for this little chaos tiny #thank you for this request!! #obwrites #asks #spiderverse spoilers #g/t #giant/tiny

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Sobbing, I neeeeed spiderverse g/t from the one and only- ESPECIALLY WITH CHARACTERS LIKE MIGUEL AND PAV

okay hello please if you will indulge in this little drabble about a tiny spider-person at HQ

Miles knew there were lots of spider people out there, but this was taking it to a whole new level. Especially the one that was actually the size of a spider.

He had to do a double-take at the tiny figure sitting snugly on Pavitr's shoulder. It took him a minute to realize that they, too, were wearing a little black spider suit, just like his.

"Staring is rude, Miles," Gwen chided when he saw where her friend's gaze was.

Miles shrugged. "Can you blame me? I've never seen a tiny person before." A pause. "Have you?"

"Well, yeah. Everybody know The Widow."

"The Widow?"

"Yeah. Like a black widow. But that name's already taken."

Miles shook his head in understanding as Pavitr glanced down to his tiny friend.

"Do you want to introduce yourself?" he whispered. The tiny nodded. "He's a pretty good guy."

"Haven't you only known him for like, 10 minutes?"

"I'm a great judge of character," Pavitr said with a smile.

Miles froze when Pavitr started to walk toward him. Instead of saying anything, the Mumbattan Spider-Man simply extended his arm out, palm up, and let his small friend scale themselves down.

"Hi," they breathed, offering a small wave. "I'm --"

"PETRA!"

The tiny whipped their head around. "Miguel! Heeeeey, you big brute."

"I'm not in the mood for nicknames," he grumbled, though Petra knew he wasn't actually mad. "You were supposed to be helping me in the lab."

"Funny story," Petra said sheepishly, "Pavitr was actually taking me there!" They paused and gave Pavitr a pinch when he didn't react.

"Oh! Right. Yes. That is definitely true."

Miguel rolled his eyes, but let Petra see their lie through, because god, they were just adorable. Any annoyance he felt just melted away with just five seconds of conversation with the tiny.

"Give them to me," Miguel demanded, holding his palm out.

"Miguel, come on," Petra smirked. "Ask him nicely."

Pavitr simply raised his eyebrows. Miguel sighed.

"Give them to me... please."

"There, see? That wasn't so hard."

Nobody would ever say it out loud, but watching Petra jump around and make impossibly long leaps was everybody's favorite thing -- especially Miguel's. He had found them cowering and scared in their home dimension, completely unaware of the spider powers they possessed. He had practically raised them, watched them learn and grow and become comfortable in the giant worlds they visited. They were the closest thing he'd ever have to a real daughter.

Miguel's heart fluttered when Petra landed lightly into his open palm, like it always did. Pavitr bent down and gave his friend a fist bump, grinning at the comical size difference in their hands. He unfurled his index finger and gave them a playful poke, to which Petra responded by shooting webs at him and yanking him forward. He always forgot how strong they were.

"You better brush up on your skills, Pavitr. They're stronger than you," Miguel joked with a lighthearted smile.

"He can smile?!" Miles whispered furiously to Gwen, who smirked. "He doesn't seem like the joking type."

"Miguel has... something of a soft spot for them," Gwen whispered back. "Not hard to see why."

"Yeah," Miles agreed. "They're adorable."

Petra made their way up from Miguel's open palm to his shoulder, where they promptly took a seat and grabbed onto the folds of his suit for stability. Miguel always made it a point to walk slower and straighter when he had Petra with him, no matter how many times they said he didn't need to.

Miles stiffened when Miguel walked over, but slapped a smile on anyway. Pavitr practically materialized next to him, grinning up at Petra.

"I love this," he said, nudging Miles. "They're taller than both of us now."

Petra waved dramatically. "I'll see you later, Pavitr!" Their friend gave them a small salute, and they turned their attention to Miles. "And it was nice to meet you for five seconds! I'm sure we'll talk more later."

"No, you won't," Miguel grumbled, but Petra didn't care.

"Don't listen to him!" they smiled. "He doesn't control me."

"You are on my shoulder right now," he said flatly.

"And I can just as easily get on another one," they teased. That seemed to shut Miguel up.

Miles couldn't help but laugh at the sight of a tiny, little spider person on Miguel's huge shoulders. Man, he loved it here.

#“little drabble” it's probably like 1000 words #too lazy to check cause i just typed this all in right now LOL #love this dynamic but i honestly need to watch again to get pavitr down #thank uuuuu for this ask #we all thrive in spiderman szn #asks #obwrites #spiderverse spoilers

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31 and 26 for either thor, miguel, luffy, or roy (an odd bunch of characters... just pick whoever fits it best in your opinion😅)

“Stop running!” “I’m not that scary, am I?”

i love the options omggg i wish i could have done them all... but this one just screamed luffy to me. and we need more g/t one piece sorry not sorry

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Nothing was ever normal on your island.

You were minding your own business, as you always did, when a human straight up fell from the sky. Yeah. It was insane as it sounds. There was no shortage of wacky characters that passed through your little isolated home, but this guy definitely took the cake. 

You were enjoying a rare day off – a peaceful time of not looking for food, supplies, anything. You were trying out a new tea recipe when your home was destroyed in the blink of an eye. One second, you had turned your back to pick up a handful of leaves and herbs. The next, a giant face was staring at you with a blank expression.

You were frozen in place, tea leaves still in hand, a small porcelain cup in the other. The giant’s eyes were twice as big as your own head, and they were unblinking. Maybe if you stood still enough, he would think you weren’t real. Hey, it’s worked before.

“Wow, you’re really small!”

Nope.

His voice was deafening – did he really feel the need to scream when you were right there? It was also your cue to get the hell out of there. You turned back around and bolted, dropping your leaves and cup with little regard. You just had to stay out of sight until he was gone.

“Hey, wait! You dropped these!” Luffy quickly sat himself up. He reached down and plucked up the impossibly small teacup that this tiny person had left behind, pinching it between his fingers and admiring the intricacies of it. Luffy had heard stories about these miniscule beings, but he had yet to meet one. It was his lucky day!

“Waaaaaait!” Luffy cried, trying to get the tiny’s attention. They wouldn’t listen. “Stop running!”

Yeah, right. As if you would ever listen to a human. Especially one this insane. You picked up the pace, slowly but surely nearing the rock structure that you used as an impenetrable hideout whenever humans were around. You would have gotten there, too, if Luffy were just a normal human being.

Luffy shimmied up straight, adjusting his hat that had been strewn sideways on his head after the fall. He whipped his arm backwards, clinging onto his shoulder for control, and slung it forward, positioning his hand right over you, about 15 feet away. He lowered his hand down like a claw machine and pinched the back of your shirt, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

It all happened so fast, you barely had any time to react. Your stomach dropped to your feet as you were hopelessly lifted up into the air, and you were finally able to let out a harsh shriek when you whipped your head up and saw a giant hand. You started thrashing in order to break free. This didn’t make any sense. The human didn’t even move, you would have known! How did he catch you?

You got your answer when you were suddenly pulled backwards at breakneck speed. Your arms and legs waved around hopelessly, and by the time the movement stopped, you felt like you were going to vomit. 

“Gotcha!” that familiar scratchy voice called out. You stared back in horror at this strange human who was definitely unlike any other you had seen before. His face was bright and cheery, but in an almost sadistic way. He was grinning as he held you up like a piece of meat, his fingers pinching the back of your clothes. You desperately tried to reach up and make him drop you, but your arms couldn’t even reach his fingertip, and using your legs to try and swing you up was not working.

The giant giggled, only adding to your embarrassment. “It’s no use, little guy!”

“LET – ME – GO!” you shouted in between attempts to heave your body up. You knew it was hopeless, but you had to at least try. It really didn’t help that this giant seemed to delight in your struggle.

“Let you go? I can’t do that! I just met you!”

You were at a loss for words, and eventually, the weight of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Your arms slumped to your side as you finally accepted the reality that you wouldn’t be able to escape his grip. Maybe if you just played along, he would eventually leave.

Luffy tilted his head when you finally stopped thrashing. He could tell you were scared, but he admired your effort.   

“So,” he started, pulling you up in the air a bit higher, “who are you? What’s your name? What are you doing on this island? How’d you get so small, anyway?”

You winced at the overwhelming sound of his voice, not to mention the questions he lobbed at you. You took a moment to ruminate over your situation before finally saying: “C-can you put me down? Please?”

To your confusion, Luffy smiled, then laughed. “Well, if I did that, then you’d just run away again! And I’d have to grab you! And I don’t think you want that.”

You wiggled around one more time, hoping that maybe he’d care that you were uncomfortable, but he didn’t budge. “Fine,” you grunted. “My name is… Meela. I’m a tiny. I live here.”

“So you were just born that tiny?”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah.”

“Wow. That must be terrifying! You could be crushed in an instant and nobody would even notice!”

You rolled your eyes, muttering “Gee, thanks” under your breath. But he was right – it was terrifying. You hated it.

“So you’ve lived here your entire life, then?” You nodded. “Are there other people here like you? Really tiny, I mean.”

“I know what you mean!” you snapped. You pursed your lips, waiting for the giant to shout at you for being curt, but nothing came. “And…” You contemplated telling him the truth, since he didn’t seem like the type to give up, but you just couldn’t do it. Maybe he would leave you alone this way. “Oh, yeah. There are dozens of others just like me.”

“Then how come you’re here by yourself?”

You groaned. How many questions was this guy going to ask? “I dunno,” you shrugged. “Because I am.”

He seemed to believe that. “Well, me and my crew just docked on this island to find some food! Any idea where I can get some?”

Wait. Crew?

“You… you’re a pirate?” you dared to ask. He nodded enthusiastically, completely oblivious to your change in tone. You couldn’t deal with pirates. Not again. You had to escape, now.

Luffy continued to stare, waiting for you to continue talking, but he quickly realized that probably wouldn’t be likely. You were trembling as you gazed back at him in fear, eyes darting everywhere in anticipation of his next move. Maybe he was better off putting them down to have a conversation.

“If you run away, you’re really, really stupid.”

You raised an eyebrow before gasping at an abrupt change in altitude. Soon, you were on a rough, scratchy surface – a rock. It worked. This giant had actually put you down.

You fully ignored his warning.

Luffy sighed. He didn’t even need gum-gum powers this time. But a second try at plucking you up proved much more difficult than the first, because damn, you were sneaky. It was easy to catch you off-guard, but you had the advantage of knowing this terrain. You were more agile than you looked, too, prompting Luffy to smirk. He could use someone like you…

You jumped and pushed yourself all around to avoid the clutches of the giant’s hand, but your luck ran out eventually. As you made a desperate leap off the rock pile, he caught you midair, but this time, you were able to look back. His arm was outstretched, but not in the normal way. It had extended like putty to grab you, and he didn’t even have to move. Your eyes widened as you snapped back to the familiar place in front of his gigantic face, only this time, you were in a closed fist, unable to move.

“Wow, you’re quick! Why do you keep running away? I’m not that scary, am I?”

You almost laughed in his face. “Yes! You are!” You squirmed to no avail. “You – you keep picking me up, and you’re a – you’re a pirate!” 

Luffy frowned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It – it is! For someone like me, that’s the worst thing ever!”

At that, Luffy paused. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t…” you sighed. In your haste, you had said more than you wanted to. “Pirates… they capture tinies. Sell them. Keep them as pets. We’re just… things to you. But we have thoughts, feelings, dreams! So many of my friends and family…” You bit your lip when Luffy’s expression shifted. You were caught in your lie.

“What happened to your friends? I thought there were dozens of you here.”

You sighed. “There used to be. But over the years…” you blinked away the tears that were beginning to form. “These pirates. They know where to find us. It’s… it’s just me now. I wish – I wish I could do something, anything, but I… well, just look at me.”

Luffy felt anger boil up inside him. What kind of horrible person would pick on someone so much smaller? Just to feel power? That kind of stuff enraged him. 

“You’re not just a thing, Meela. You’re a person. Those nasty pirates should stick to picking on someone their own size.”

You gaped at him in shock before letting out a laugh, jerking your head at the fist that still held you. “You… do realize the irony of that, right?”

Luffy cackled; a loud, bellowing sound of pure joy. You had never heard anything like that before, or met anyone like this human before. He was unapologetic, chaotic and invasive… but he was happy – the smile never left his face. He actually talked to you and asked you questions like you were a real person. If he was like all those other pirates… you would have been in a cage below deck of some nasty ship by now.

“You should join my crew!” he said suddenly.

You blinked. “Sorry, join your crew? As in…”

“As in come with us! You would be a great spy. They would never see you coming!”

“I… I don’t know,” you blushed. “I’m not – I don’t like being on ships. Especially pirate ships.”

“Ours isn’t like that! I promise. I would make sure no one ever put you in a cage ever again. And you could look for your friends and family.”

You contemplated it. They were a bunch of giant pirates… but they could give you safety and stability. You had long since given up on finding your family… but maybe, just maybe they were out there. This human was giving you the means to find them.

“I… I can’t go with you until I know your name,” you said sheepishly, daring to give this giant a smile. Of course, he beamed back.

“My name is Monkey D. Luffy, and I’m gonna be king of the pirates!” He pumped his fist in the air and laughed, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate. His energy was infectious.

“Okay, Luffy. I’ll go with you.”

“Really? Alright!”

“But…” you almost didn’t ask this, but you had to say something. “You have to promise you won’t grab me without asking me first.”

“Sure, okay!”

“I mean it,” you pressed. You already got the sense that he didn’t always listen. “And no fists!”

It took Luffy a few seconds, but he got there eventually, giving you a small “Oh, sorry” as he deposited you into his open palm. You shook out your limbs that had started to fall asleep.

You pouted when you caught him gawking at you. “Stop staring. It’s rude.”

“Sorry! You’re just – you’re adorable!”

Your face flushed red. “I don’t think – nobody’s ever called me that before.”

“You can fit in the palm of my hand! That’s so cute!”

“Luffy!” you yelled in embarrassment. “Put me down. I have to get my things if I’m joining your crew, right?”

“Oh, right!” You pointed down to where you had dropped your things earlier, and he tentatively lowered you to the ground. He sat cross-legged, watching in muted awe as you gathered up your small amount of belongings. A small bag was slung over your shoulder, and you clutched onto the strap with both hands.

“You don’t…” you paused, trying to think if you should even say this. “You don’t think I’ll run away again?”

He shook his head. “If you want to be on my crew, why would you run?”

You hummed. Luffy’s outlook on life was refreshingly optimistic and simple. It was the exact opposite of what you experienced every single day. Maybe that’s why you liked him so much.

“Well, come on! I’m sure the rest of my crew is probably wondering where I am. Oh, they’ll be so excited to have a new member!”

You climbed back onto Luffy’s waiting hand with a grin that rivaled his. If his crew were anything like him, you knew you were in for a wild ride.

#he's so perfect for g/t because he just does shit with no regard #and it's 100% in character at all times #giant luffy would drive you insane but also die for you. i love him #obwrites #one piece #one piece g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

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Why would Giant Ray be a mix of 35,40,45 & 49 👀

“Did they fall asleep in your hand?” “I didn’t know they were actually afraid of me…” “Shhh… just sleep… you’re safe.” “Don’t touch them!”

trying to kill me by picking MULTIPLE sentences... feels illegal... but i did it anyway

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“Don’t touch them!”

Ray’s voice was full of sharpness and worry. Egon’s wandering hand quickly pulled back, and he looked at his longtime friend with trusting eyes. 

All four Ghostbusters surrounded a tiny, trembling figure that they just so happened to stumble upon while on their latest caper. Their work often led to broken furniture and busted walls, but never in a million years would they have imagined a four-inch-tall person getting exposed in the chaos.

Egon’s first instinct, of course, was to reach out and scoop the poor thing up, no doubt to bring it back to the firehouse for testing. Ray, though, wasn’t having any of that. He could practically feel their fear when they locked eyes. They had to approach this one slowly, and carefully.

Ray bent down, holding his hands up so this little human didn’t think he was going to snatch them up with no warning. “Hey… it’s alright, we’re not gonna hurt you. I’m Ray Stanz, and that’s Egon Spengler, Winston Zeddemore and Peter Venkamn. We’re the Ghosbusters.”

The tiny person blinked, their fear not wavering. 

“I don’t think that means anything to them, Ray,” Peter deadpanned.

Ray waved him away. “Alright, alright. I’m just trying to help, you know.” He turned his attention back to you, your back pressed fully against the loose wooden board you were cowering against. The scratches on your arms were visible even to the Ghostbusters who were standing far, far above you.

“We’re here to save you,” Ray tried again. “It’s not safe here anymore.”

“I don’t think it ever was,” Winston chimed in, looking around at what was left of the rickety structure.

“Come on, Ray, we can’t talk to it,” Egon said. “I doubt it’s capable of speech, and even if it was, it wouldn’t understand english. Let’s just take it to safety and get out of here.”

Ray frowned. Egon was probably right… but something about the way you were looking at them and observing their movements gave him a sneaking suspicion that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong.

“Can you understand me?” Ray asked gently. 

“I’m telling you, Ray, it’s a waste of–” Egon stopped mid-sentence when he saw your impossibly tiny head slowly nod up and down. His jaw practically hit the floor. “Can you speak?” Another nod.

“This is incredible! A miniature person, fully capable of speech and advanced linguistics… we have to learn more!”

Suddenly, a loose piece of the wall came crashing down, making all five of you jump. Ray quickly turned his attention back to you, but he was more frantic. “This place could collapse any minute. Let us take you out of here, little guy, and we’ll get you somewhere warm and safe. Okay?”

You really, really didn’t want to go, but as another piece of the house hit the floor, you felt like you had no choice. Willingly spending time with humans was better than sitting in a house that’s crumbling all around you… but not by much.

You didn’t even have time to gawk at the human’s hand. Ray swiftly scooped you up, cupping his hands together to shield you from the outside world as the Ghostbusters quickly fled the scene. 

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By the time you stopped moving, you were disoriented beyond imagination.

Ray had lifted his hand up a few times to check on you once they made it back to the Ecto-1, but you were in no space to actually communicate with him. He simply stared at you in awe as the other humans leaned over his shoulder to take a peek.

You found yourself pressing hard into the giant’s palm as the car rocked back and forth, and Ray’s heart fluttered every time he felt it. It was adorable to him, but for you, it certainly wasn’t a good introduction to being held.

“Ray, ask them if anything supernatural caused this to happen to them.”

It was probably the 1,000th question that Egon had presented. His hands clutched the back of Ray’s seat as he leaned forward from the back, eyes fixated on the little form.

“Caused what?”

“Caused them to be so small!”

“Hm.” Ray hadn’t considered that this could just be a shrunken human. He opened his mouth to ask, but the tiny looked like they were about to vomit, so he decided it was best to wait.

It was a crisp fall night in New York, so Ray did his best to keep his new tiny companion as warm as possible. But it didn’t take a scientist to know that someone so small was just going to be colder, no matter what the outside temperature, so there was little he could do to stop your persistent shivering.

“I’m surprised they haven’t passed out yet,” Peter said to Ray as they climbed out of the car. He couldn’t help but feel sympathy when he saw you, shaking and trying not to cry. Your head whipped around rapidly at all the sounds of the city permeating your ears. “You know, being so close to your stench and all.”

“Ha ha, very funny, Pete,” Ray rolled his eyes. Now was not the time to be made the butt of another Venkman zinger. “Z, get the door, get the door!” He held his hands out like he was carrying a white-hot plate without oven mitts.

All the lights of the firehouse were harsh on you at first, but it didn’t take long for your pupils to adjust. Unfortunately, it meant that you were greeted to four gigantic faces all gaping down at you with a unified look of bewilderment.

Even though Venkman had assumed you didn’t know who they were, you did. You heard the commercials just about every minute on the human’s television. You knew their names, what exactly they did for a living and, thanks to plenty of late-night talk show interviews when the human fell asleep on the couch, you knew that two of them were scientists.

“Egon, go grab that magnifying glass for me, would ya?” 

Nope. That’s it. You had to get out of here now. Even if they were all looking, there was no way you were going to let them poke and prod and stick you in a jar for the rest of your life. The streets of New York were a hundred times more inviting than that.

You had never been in this dire of a situation before, so the (very likely) possibility of the humans simply snatching you up before you could escape didn’t really occur to you. The deadliest situation you had ever been in was with a rat, and you had just outsmarted it … after lots and lots of running away. So that’s what you did.

“Woah! Hey now!” 

Ray, magnifying glass now in hand, turned his attention back to the tabletop at the sound of Peter’s shout. He watched as you took off across the table, first confused, and then a little hurt.

“I didn’t know they were actually afraid of me…”

“Yeah, the magnifying glass and the giant lab is real friendly stuff,” Winston quipped.

“Don’t worry, Raymond. I’ll be your friend, magnifying glass or not,” Peter said firmly, clasping Ray’s shoulder.

Ray sighed. He frowned at you, now halfway across the table. “What are they doing…?” he questioned. You seemed to trip over yourself as you picked up speed. “They do know they’re on top of a table, right?”

“Well, I don’t blame ‘em,” Winston said. “I’d be scared shitless if I was them too.”

“Why don’t we just – Egon, wait, DON’T!”

But it was too late. A deafening noise filled your ears – one worse than the walls crashing down all around you – and you smacked your head on something so hard that you were knocked off your feet.

“Oh, good going, Egon! You hurt them!” Ray chided, leaning down so he could take a closer look. Egon had grabbed a nearby beaker and placed it, rather unceremoniously, right on top of you. You were rubbing your forehead, which had a red spot so bright that everyone could see it.

“Sorry, Ray, I just didn’t want them getting away.”

“Yeah, well!” Ray was at a loss for words. How could he think you would be safer here?

Egon dragged a stool over and plopped himself down. “Well, now that it’s contained, why don’t we ask it some questions? It is able to communicate with us, after all.” You recoiled at the deep sound of Egon’s finger tapping against the glass. “Hellooo? Can you hear me?”

Ray swatted at Egon’s hand. “I think they can hear you just fine.”

Everyone waited for a response, but you just sat there, head resting on the knees you had just pulled up to your chest.

Venkman turned to the group. “I hate to say it, Egon, but I think you pissed them off.”

“Yeah, maybe the jar wasn’t the best idea,” Winston agreed.

Ray couldn’t take it anymore. He knew he ultimately did the right thing pulling you from the wreckage, but he couldn’t help but feel horrible for forcing you into this situation. If he could just take you away from all the chaos…

While Peter and Winston ganged up on Egon for his poor choices, Ray slowly lifted the beaker away. You noticed instantly, as the warped sounds of their voices were now ringing clear. You stared in wonderment at Ray’s movements, still beside yourself at watching something so huge move around. 

Your awe was short-lived, though, when Ray’s hands once again slipped underneath you, effortlessly lifting you back into the air. You wanted to kick and scream and shout at him for having no regard for you, but it was impossible to form a coherent thought when you were moving this fast.

The Ghostbusters fell quiet when they saw what Ray was doing. Venkman opened his mouth to make a joke, but one look at your terrified face and even he knew it would be better to shut up.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the giant. Why did he pick you up again? He could have just kept you in the jar and let Egon ask you a million questions. You could tell he was curious, too, and wanted to know the answers. 

But he hadn’t asked you more than two questions this entire time, and he had taken it upon himself to get you out of that awful old house. Even if his methods were strange… something told you he really cared.

“Oh, I’m sorry I got you into this mess,” Ray started, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. You were caught off guard by the apology. “Not that your situation before was much better, because, that really looked horrible. I mean, god, that house was already falling apart before we got there. Did you see the deterioration of the brick?”

“That crack running through the ceiling was definitely due to an uneven foundation,” Egon added.

“I seem to recall a rather potent odor of assorted molds, mildews and fungus,” Peter said.

“That lady was a real headcase, too,” Winston remarked.

You were in shock. It was like they completely forgot that you were there. Suddenly, they were reminiscing not only about the dump they had found you in, but all the other dumps they had visited. Somehow, Ray’s hand never once dropped from its position, even when you adjusted yourself to get more comfortable. All the talking from those distant, booming voices was seeping into your head, causing your temples to throb more deeply than they were before. 

You rested your head on the elevated part of Ray’s palm by his thumb, shutting your eyes to try and will away the noise. Surely they had to stop soon…

Winston was the first to notice. “Uh… Ray?”

Ray paused mid-sentence. “What?”

“Did they fall asleep in your hand?”

Four sets of eyes instantly fell onto your tiny form, now, indeed, fast asleep. Ray felt his face get hot.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” Venkman tried to sound like he was kidding, but damn if he didn’t actually find it adorable. “We put them to sleep.”

“Unless…” Egon slowly leaned in. “Nope, you’re right. Definitely asleep.”

Winston smiled softly. “The little guy must be exhausted.”

Ray nodded. His eyes were glued to you. “I’ll say. They’ve had quite the day.” 

“Quite the life,” Peter stated. “Who knows what kind of wacky misadventures they got up to before we found ‘em.”

“It was probably… quite terrifying,” Egon contended. Everyone hummed in agreement.

“Y’know what? Why don’t we leave you alone with them, Ray,” Peter said earnestly. “You two seem to have a nice little bond going on.”

Ray blushed furiously. “Well, I don’t know if I’d say that–”

“–nonsense. They fell asleep in your hand! That’s an indication of trust if I’ve ever seen it.”

“Venkman’s right… I think,” Winston cut in. “Let’s just let them sleep in peace.”

“I agree,” Egon affirmed. “I’ve got to write down all these questions before I forget them, anyway.”

Before Ray knew it, he was standing alone in the room, you in hand. The softness of your breathing let him know that you were in a deep, deep sleep. You shifted a bit when he pulled a chair over, but quickly settled back into slumber.

Ray would never admit it to you, but he watched you sleep for 30 minutes straight. He still couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing – what he was holding, touching, feeling – but he knew for certain that he couldn’t wait to get to know you.

The soft puffs of your breath on his palm became heavier when your eyes fluttered open. Through your blurred vision and sleep fog, you couldn’t quite remember where you were.

“What…” you mumbled, blinking rapidly. Your head was pounding. “Where…”

Ray shot up straight, stool squeaking underneath his weight. That was your voice. You were talking. He was the first person in the entire world to ever hear a tiny, intelligent person speak. He had so many thoughts rushing through his mind, so many questions to ask... but you were drained.

“Shhh… just sleep… you’re safe.”

“Safe…” you repeated groggily. Ray sniffed a laugh at your hazy state. “I’m safe. I… warm…”

Warm. Ray hadn’t really noticed, but you had stopped shaking a while ago. He finally felt like he was helping you in some way. You were safe. You were warm. He didn’t know much of anything about you, but he could surmise that those two things didn’t come your way often.

As you curled into yourself in the comfort of Ray’s palm, the Ghostbuster felt a swell in his chest. He knew he not only had to protect you, but he was ready to care for you, too. Food, water, shelter… friendship. A family.

He was ready to offer it all.

#i did it again. i went nuts #this one just GOT to me though like ray IS a mix of all of those #he's just so. SO #UGH #theyre all dumbasses i love them so much #obwrites #ghostbusters #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

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Hey! I've always been wanting to request here ( if it's open of course)

Maybe a Killmonger x tiny reader who snuck into his pocket during a heist and it leads to him discovering them once in wakanda?

hi!!! i actually am totally cool with requests at the moment, it's been so long that i feel like i should do some writing lol and this made me realize i've literally never written any black panther characters? at all? it's been a while since i've seen the movies so we've got morally ambiguous killmonger. i hope you like it!!

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You were cornered.

There was nothing you could do, either, since you had hurt your leg in the mad scramble before. How could you be so stupid? Tinies will do anything for food, it seems.

The giant knew you were here. He was looking for you. He had seen you traversing the ground, scared, confused, overwhelmed. You were not in England anymore, that’s for sure. You had never, ever seen a place like this before.

“Well, well, whadda we got here, huh?”

The air left your lungs like it was forcibly removed from you as you stared up, up, up at this giant – Killmonger, you heard somebody call him, which was not the name of a friendly man – who loomed over you with an annoyed, yet curious, expression.

He snickered at your petrified expression. “Aw, I really must look terrifying to you, don’t I?” He thought for a moment before bending down and stretching his arm out, his intentions clear.

Your instinct kicked in and you bolted to the side, but it was no use. Killmonger simply leaned in and extended his arm as his giant fingers pinched your shirt, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit!” you said frantically, thrashing your legs in a desperate attempt to wriggle free. Much to your embarrassment, Killmonger laughed again, clearly amused.

“Don’t trip, little guy, I ain’t gonna drop you,” he said in a surprisingly soft tone. Truthfully, he had no intention of hurting you, but he did want to know why a tiny little human being was sneaking around Wakanda. He raised his brows as he swung you over to a table, briefly lifting you up to eye level to get a closer look. You nearly vomited as he tilted his fingers, observing your tattered clothes and overall strange appearance.

Carefully, he placed you down on the table and took a seat, still looming over you but not nearly as badly as before. He took a few moments to simply observe you as you gathered yourself, wiping tears from your eyes and pulling at the ends of your clothes to get them fitting right on your body again. You refused to look Killmonger in the eye, but you stared at just about everything else in the room.

“Well… can’t say I’ve ever seen anythin’ like you before,” he started, almost cautiously. “And trust me, I’ve seen a lot of shit.”

He pouted when you kept your eyes trained to the ground. “Hey. I’m talking to you.” He pursed his lips. “You… you can understand me, can’t you?” It didn’t occur to him that maybe you didn’t speak english.

He was slightly surprised when you nodded, not wanting to provoke him any further.

“Alright, well, I’m used to people lookin’ at me when I talk to ‘em. You can do that, yeah?”

Your heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. His tone wasn’t rude, per se… but it was condescending. Like he knew he was better than you. But you didn’t really have a choice if you wanted to get out of this situation alive, so after a few deep breaths, you meekly turned your gaze to him. Shit, he is gigantic.

Killmonger couldn’t help but smile. “Aight, good. Can you talk?”

Another nod. He would take it.

“So, what’s a little guy like you doin’ so far from home?”

You tried your best to muster up the courage to speak, but it was more difficult than you thought. After all, this was your very first conversation with a giant.

“I hope you come here with good intentions, tiny,” he said, though his initial thought of this must be a spy wanting to steal our riches was slowly fading as he observed your behavior more. If this was the work of some sleazy British henchman, they sure picked the wrong tiny person.

Good intentions. You repeated that a few times in your head before realizing what this might look like to him.

“I… it was an accident.”

Killmonger’s eyebrows perked up, surprised to hear your voice. “Oh, yeah? Accident how?”

“I… I was just up on the table, looking for some food for the night and I thought I saw some… saw some in your jacket pocket,” you managed to get out.

“My pocket?” he repeated.

“Y-yeah.” You tried to read the expression on his face, but it was stoic. “And I-I went in to grab it, a-and I tried…” you trailed off, taking a few breaths before reliving that experience. “And then you–you came, a-and grabbed your coat before I could – before I was able to get out.” You clenched your fists to keep from shaking too hard. “And now I’m here… wherever… here is.”

Killmonger blinked, trying to retrace his steps over the last few days. He was in England on one of his usual business trips… he stopped at an associate’s place… then he went back to Wakanda. He supposed it was completely plausible that a tiny human being could have been in his pocket the whole time… but wouldn’t he have noticed?

“That’s a crazy ass story,” he said with a smirk. “I’m not sure if I believe that.”

But the way your eyes widened and you began to fidget made him start to believe you were telling the truth. “I–I’m serious, I–I wouldn’t lie!” you cried in desperate defense. “Please, I just – I just want to go back home.” You sniffled, furiously wiping your eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t – if I had known –”

“–alright, alright,” he cut you off, pumping his hands back and forth. “I get it, I get it. I believe you. Just… stop crying.”

You nodded, shutting your eyes to stop the tears from escaping. “Can you… can you take me back?”

Killmonger sniffed a laugh. “What, take you back to the UK?” You nodded. “Nah, sorry, little guy, but I ain’t going back there just yet.”

Your expression morphed into one of pure horror. “Wh… what?”

“I ain’t going back to another continent just because you accidentally ended up where you shouldn’t be,” he chided. “Besides, I didn’t sign up to be a babysitter for some half-pint.” He glanced down at you smugly. “But I definitely can’t have you runnin’ around unsupervised, can I?”

It didn’t take long for the realization to dawn on you, but it was too late. You barely took a few steps before you were unceremoniously scooped up, once again being dangled in front of the giant’s billboard-sized face. This time, you knew thrashing around was pointless.

Your head spun as he stood up, carrying you like you were poisonous. “Wh– what are you doing with me?!” you managed to get out.

“Hm. Dunno just yet,” he shrugged. “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you. I just don’t have time to worry ‘bout you right now – ah.” Killmonger spotted what he was looking for. “I’ve got some shit I have to deal with, so why don’t you just…”

Now, you did try to wriggle your way out of his grip, but it was no use – you were dizzy, overwhelmed and overpowered. He gently lowered you into what you thought was a box with no sides, until he swiped his hand over the top and a blue energy field shimmered into view. You cautiously walked up to the edge, reached out and were rudely greeted with a sharp pain in your hand. You hissed and staggered back.

“See, don’t even try,” Killmonger said, wondering how badly that must have hurt. “Just hang tight, little guy. I’ll be back.”

His stare lingered on you for a few extra seconds before he finally turned around and left the room, leaving you completely and utterly alone and trapped.

You had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this one.

#i feel like this is exactly how it would go if this were to really happen #he's not sadistic but he's wary of just about everyone #so he's kind of being a dick! #sorry for the angst but this just felt right to me lol #obwrites #marvel g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #asks

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Hey Loved your ghostbusters fics!!! idk if you're still doing the prompts but can you do 20 with Egon?

“I’m not above sticking you in a jar.”

this one is so perfectly egon 😭 the scenario is a continuation of the fic where my oc and venkman get shrunk bc i think it's so perfect and i want to do more with it

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“Egon! Come on! I know you can hear me.”

It had been a few weeks since you and Peter Venkman had been shrunk by some mysterious red slime. Somehow, you had managed to adjust – mostly – to your strange new reality. No longer did you get dizzy every time you looked up at your giant friends, nor did you wake up every morning with a persistent feeling of dread and the urge to vomit everywhere. 

That didn’t mean it had gotten any easier.

A feeling you didn’t anticipate now dominated your days: helplessness. You were too busy being terrified of the possibility of dying that you didn’t stop to think about what everyday life would be like at this diminished height. You decided it was incredibly boring. Watching Egon work tirelessly to find a way to reverse your condition without being able to help was mind-numbingly agonizing.

“Spenglerrrrr… Spengler. Egon Spengler. Egon Spengler, is, ignoring me. He’s pretending I don’t exi-iiiist,” you sang, horribly off-key and with no discernable melody. You might as well have a little fun.  

“Del, please,” he said finally, giving a disgruntled sigh. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Can’t I help? You know I know what I’m doing.”

“I know.” You stared intently as he quickly jotted something down, though from your perspective, his arm seemed to move in slow motion. “But, no.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

A sigh. “I’ve told you a thousand times.”

“Tell me one thousand and one, then.”

“You don’t need me to. Maybe Ray doesn’t care as much, but I do. I don’t want anything happening to you that could be easily preventable.”

“Going over notes or sharing ideas isn’t going to kill me, you know!”

“You say that like it’s a certainty.”

You swallowed down the growing icky feeling. “If that were the case, I would have dropped dead weeks ago.”

Egon seemed to consider that, but he was clearly done having this conversation. He silently went back to work, but you didn’t even give him a few minutes before pushing him again. God, the boredom was consuming.

“Seriously, I could just brainstorm over there while you do the actual work! It’d be fine, I’ve taken plenty of naps today, I –”

Suddenly, he slammed his pen down. Well, it wasn’t really a slam, but to you, he might as well have shot it out of a cannon. “I’m not above sticking you in a jar.”

Shocked, you crossed your arms and frowned. You knew he was being playful in that deadpan Egon way of his, but a sick feeling entered your stomach when he said that. Oh, yeah, you thought. He could do anything to me without even thinking about it.

You were quiet for a while after that, but his comments made you too scared to even move, so you just sat there, stupidly, watching him continue on like nothing had happened. Thirty minutes or thirty hours could have gone by, you wouldn’t have noticed the difference. All you could think about was how long you'd be able to last with limited oxygen if you were sealed shut inside a clear airtight prison.

Egon had a feeling his joke didn’t go over well, and the ensuing stretch of silence filled him with unease. Venkman joked about it all the time, but that was just his coping mechanism. You didn’t like to do that so much, and sometimes, Egon forgot that.

Resigned, he put his pen down and turned to you, so helpless and small sitting on the table. You were very intentionally trying to ignore him.

“I’m sorry,” he offered. “I won’t actually stick you in a jar.”

“You sure about that?” you snapped, still refusing to look up. “You could do anything, and I couldn’t stop you.”

“Well, maybe you couldn’t, but Ray or Winston certainly could.” No response. “That was a joke.”

You grunted. “Not a very good one.”

Egon pinched the brim of his nose. He had really messed this one up, huh?

“You haven’t talked about it all that much.”

You looked at him out of sheer surprise. “What?”

“The psychological effects. Of your… circumstance.”

“What?” you repeated defensively. “Yes I…” you stopped. You’ve certainly thought about it every day, and you even vented to Venkman about it occasionally, but you thought it didn’t really need explaining.

“I mean, I just… assumed it was obvious.”

“Not necessarily,” Egon countered. “Venkman’s basically been the same.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a shitty example.”

For the first time today, you and Egon locked eyes. Even through the discomfort of staring at a human being that was as tall as a building, you could sense his genuine concern. He just didn’t quite know how to ask.

“Nothing is… wrong, per se. It’s not like the shrinking forced me to think a different way. It’s just been hard to… I can’t, I can’t do anything like this. You won’t even let me help figure out a way to fix myself! I–I’ve just… I’ve been noticing that you’ve…” You took a shaky breath. This was harder to say than you thought. “Well, you’re kind of treating me like a child.”

Egon raised his eyebrows, a little embarrassed by the observation. “A child?”

“Well, yeah. You’re ignoring me, getting frustrated when I try to get your attention, and despite always working by your side when I was normal human height, you suddenly act like I can’t contribute anything meaningful anymore. Like my intelligence is all gone, somehow.”

Egon felt his cheeks flush red. It was so obvious now that Del was pointing it out. He was babying them. Acting like any little movement would kill them. They already had enough on their plate – Egon acting like his mother only served to make matters worse.

“I’m… sorry, Del,” Egon said finally, his voice a little hoarse. “This is all so unprecedented, I didn’t want to do anything wrong, or hurt you without knowing.”

“If you were hurting me, I’d say something!”

“Sure,” Egon said, clearly not believing you. “But, truthfully… I’m getting nowhere, Del. I – I can’t even begin to describe how complex this all is.”

“Egon, I have a PhD and a Master’s. I’m smart too, you know.”

“I know, I know.” He shook his head. “But even after going over your test results and obsessing over this slime, I don’t even have a clue. How am I supposed to get you back to normal?”

You smirked. “Why are you acting like you have to do it alone?”

“Huh.” Egon huffed a laugh. “Checkmate, I suppose.”

“Just… let me help you on this. Please.” You padded over to his hand, which was resting comfortably next to his notebook. You placed your miniscule hand on his knuckle, forcing yourself to find the juxtaposition more endearing than terrifying. “Maybe you wouldn’t think I was so annoying if I actually had something productive to do.”

The giant snickered. “The less squeaking out of you, the better.”

He smiled warmly when you actually laughed at his joke. “Well, I don’t think I’m getting anywhere with this tonight.” He flipped his notes over and pushed the beaker of goo to the side. “How about a movie?”

“Really?” you perked up. “Can we have popcorn?”

“Well, I don’t think that…” he rolled his eyes when he saw the shit-eating grin on your face. “Sure, Del, I’ll make some popcorn.”

You climbed eagerly onto Egon’s hand. “And candy?”

“Let’s not push it.”

“But you don’t even know about Venkman’s secret stash.”

Egon couldn’t pretend he wasn’t curious. “What secret stash?”

“I’ll tell you… if you let me pick the movie.”

“Oh, good,” Egon deadpanned. “Another riveting romantic comedy, then?”

“Well, when you told me you’ve never seen When Harry Met Sally before…”

As the two of you fell back into normal banter, you felt as normal as you had since this whole thing occurred. Even if you were curled up in a small portion of a blanket that was bigger than an airport, and you could only eat three pieces of popcorn before getting full, you were still right where you wanted to be. 

For the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel so small.

#turned this into fluff out of nowhere #it's pouring rain rn so cozy comfy movies are on the brain #let's be real egon is a closeted rom-com fan too #the man is full of secrets #obwrites #ghostbusters g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

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34 with Zoro would actually be 🤌

"Sorry you had to see that."

you guys are so talented at picking the exact perfect prompts for these characters i'm crying

(i've only ever watched OPLA so the characterizations/details are solely based off that pls no hate 🫣)

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There wasn’t a whole lot to do below the deck of the Going Merry.

It was fun when everyone was here – there was lots of laughter, plenty of jokes and sometimes even sea shanties. But whenever the Straw Hat Pirates visited a village, Nami insisted that you stay behind because it was way too dangerous. Not many people had seen tinies or respected them much, she would always remind you.

But Luffy was as persuasive as he was persistent. You were a part of the crew, after all, and he wanted you to see the world! He hated the idea of you being cooped up on the ship while the rest of them got to have all the fun.

So, finally, he convinced Nami to let you tag along for this one. They only needed to restock the pantry, and Sanji insisted that they stop in this very specific village to get the best ingredients. 

“Alright, Kona, choose your ride!” Luffy said, beaming down at you. He always silently hoped that you would pick him. He loved having you perched on his shoulder.

“Hmm…” you tapped your finger on your chin. It used to be overwhelming to have five giants stare down at you, but now, it made you feel safe. “I choose… Zoro.”

Everyone exchanged glances, ranging from confused to amused, and Usopp, who had been crossing his fingers in hopes of being picked, let out a loud groan. Zoro briefly shut his eyes and prayed that nobody noticed his cheeks turn pink.

“Zoro? Why him?” Usopp whined, not trying very hard to mask the hurt in his voice.

You shrugged. The real reason was that you thought Zoro was the coolest person in the world, and you wished you could spend more time with him. You were always hanging around Usopp or sitting on the brim of Luffy’s hat, and you rarely got to be around the crew's swordsman. But you could never admit that; it was far too embarrassing. 

So all you said was, “I dunno, because I feel like it!”

Usopp crossed his arms in a huff. “Fine. But I call dibs for next time!”

“You can’t call dibs. It’s Kona’s decision,” Sanji objected, sparking a small argument that the two of them carried back up to the deck. Nami and Luffy smiled at each other as they followed, leaving you alone with Zoro, who literally hadn’t moved.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry if that was… embarrassing,” you blushed, taking a few steps forward. You were almost at the edge of the table. 

“It’s fine,” Zoro said after a moment, finally kneeling down so he was at eye level with you. “It wasn’t embarrassing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I definitely saw you blush.”

And just like that, he was blushing again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re doing it right now.”

Zoro didn’t say anything, instead opting to place his shoulder against the edge of the table so you could climb on. For reasons that eluded you, he was very averse to having you in his hand.

You hopped the small gap between the table and his shoulder, grabbing onto Zoro’s shirt collar to stabilize your landing. This wasn’t the first time you were on his person, but it would be the first time it happened off the ship.

“Ready?” he asked, keeping his hand cupped in front of you until you took a seat. You gave him a hearty thumbs up, and he bounded up the stairs.

It was always eye-opening to see the world from this perspective. It was one thing to experience it on the Going Merry, just the six of you, but getting to see strangers from the viewpoint of a giant was a whole different beast. Most people didn’t notice you were there, but a few would do double-takes, nearly stopping in their tracks to stare at you as Zoro walked by. Your stomach churned with each set of human eyes that followed you.

“They’re staring,” you frowned, speaking softly so only Zoro could hear.

“Of course they are,” Zoro muttered back. “They’ve probably never seen a tiny before.”

“Hmph.” You slumped over, wanting to say something, but unable to find the words. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Zoro said, sensing your discomfort. “It doesn’t matter what these people think.”

Easy for you to say, you wanted to remark, but stopped yourself. 

Like magic, Luffy practically materialized next to Zoro, making both of you jump. “Kona? Are you okay?”

“‘M fine, Luffy,” you lied. You knew he could see right through it. He had this talent of knowing more about people than they knew about themselves. Being at eye level with him while he was at his full height didn’t help you mask your feelings, either.

He stared at you intently, momentarily making you nervous, until he simply said, “Well, alright!” and bounded back to the front of the group.

After a few minutes of walking, you could start to sense that something was off. The bustling village center had melted away, replaced with run-down buildings and a sudden shroud of darkness.

“Sanji… are you sure this is the right place?” Usopp asked, clutching his slingshot in both hands.

“Positive,” he replied, though nobody was really encouraged by that. “I think.”

“Great,” Nami grumbled, rolling her eyes. Her hand twitched behind her back, ready to grab her staff.

“It’s okay,” Luffy reassured. “If Sanji thinks this is the place, then we’re going to check it out.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. If anything happens, the great Caption Usopp is here to protect y’all.”

Suddenly, a loud snapping sound echoed from a dark corner. Everyone’s heads whipped around, and your hands flung to the collar of Zoro’s patterned shirt to keep you from tumbling off. In catching your breath, you looked down and noticed that one of Zoro’s hands, usually quick to protect you, was now gripping the hilt of his sword.

“Well, well… if it isn’t the Straw Hat Pirates.”

“Zoro…” you said, voice shaking slightly. “What’s–”

You were cut off with a curt shh from your chaperone. And just a few seconds later, a horde of scraggly-looking people jumped out from all corners, surrounding your group in a matter of moments. A quick count revealed that you were outnumbered nearly 3-to-1.

“Nice place, waiter,” Zoro grumbled to his left, where Sanji stood. He just grunted.

There was laughter from the men. “These are the pirates worth over 10 million Berry? Each?”

“Musta been a misprint.”

The Straw Hats stayed silent as the group of mercenaries kept hurling half-baked insults. Zoro now had both his hands on his swords, and when he started to unsheathe them, that’s when one of them noticed you, letting out an ugly cackle.

“Check it out! This one's got a pet. You think that’ll fetch us extra bounty?”

You wanted to stand up and scream at them with all your might, but you knew better. You just sat there, face hot, staring straight ahead and ignoring the heat of everyone’s gazes on you.

“They’re not a pet,” Luffy hissed. “They’re a pirate, and they’re part of my crew.”

Another round of laughter. “Keep it alive,” one man, clearly the leader, spoke to his henchman. “It may make a fine gesture of goodwill.”

The men inched closer, clearly ready for a fight. Your knuckles were turning white as you looked up at Zoro, waiting to see what he’d do. 

“See, I told you bringing them would be a bad idea!” Nami said angrily, briefly giving you a sympathetic look.

“It’s alright,” Luffy told her. He sternly nodded at you, as if to say we got this, you’ll be fine. “We’ll protect them.”

At this point, you were panicking. You were now standing, unsure of what exactly you should be doing, but ready to run if you had to. It’s fine if I fall from this height, you thought, I can just hide over there. They’ll find me when they’re done. Nobody will see me over there, I’m sure of it. But what if they do? What if someone grabs me? Will I be someone’s pet for the rest of my life? What if–

You screamed when you felt a sudden pressure behind you and you were flipped upside down, your world turning blurry and dark. Your stomach told you you knew this sensation – being scooped up by a hand – but your brain told you to panic. You kicked and punched and even bit at the hands that now surrounded you, but in a matter of moments, the movement stopped. 

You were awkwardly laying down, feet up in the air as if you were falling in suspended animation. The light around you was translucent, almost angelic. Your tentative hand reached out to feel the material of the wall in front of you. Cotton. You shimmied into an upright position as everything began to dawn on you.

Zoro had grabbed you off his shoulder and deposited you into his front pocket.

The swordsman felt bad when he grabbed you with no warning, but he didn’t even have time for that. His heart panged when he felt your small kicks, and he made a mental note to apologize to you later.

You were just getting your bearings when a loud, scraping metal sound penetrated your ears – Zoro’s swords. You only had a few moments to flip to your knees for stability before he lurched forward into battle.

There was a lot of yelling and a lot of slashing. You were honestly surprised with how little you were being jolted around. Outside of training, you had only seen Zoro fight one other time, and that was the day the Straw Hats found you.

You were still shaking from being grabbed unceremoniously, and tears began to prick the corners of your eyes at the sheer scale of the situation. More than anything, it just reminded you of how scared you were when the pirates first saw you, and how you weren’t convinced that they actually wanted to be your friend.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud squelching sound, followed by a harrowing scream, followed by silence. Zoro was killing people. Of course he had to, or else he’d die himself. But here you were, uniquely positioned to feel his heartbeat and breaths, and through it all, he remained surprisingly calm. Like he wasn’t afraid at all.

That’s it. I have to see this.

You shook away your jitters as much as you could and stretched your arms up, briefly wishing you had Luffy’s rubber powers right about now. The top of Zoro’s pocket folded down when you grabbed onto it, and your arms were so shaky that as soon as Zoro lunged, you fell backwards. 

Your second try was more successful. You sucked in a deep breath and pulled yourself up, draping your arms over the top of the pocket to secure yourself.

What you saw was nothing short of incredible. The small group of mercenaries was apparently much larger, because more and more of them just kept coming from the shadows, only to be swiftly met with Zoro’s swords. Blood spattered everywhere, yet somehow, Zoro stayed clean. You gasped each time a body twisted to the ground, when limbs were cut off, and when Zoro would jump and run and flip his way out the line of enemy fire.

You don’t know how you managed to stay in his pocket, but it wasn’t without effort on your part. Maybe it was the pure adrenaline that kept you from vomiting everywhere. This was your first giant fight, after all.

Almost as soon as it started, the battle came to an end, with Zoro gracefully slicing through the chest of an enemy. This time, a bit of blood did spatter across his torso, narrowly avoiding your pocket home.

With calm composure, he peered down at you, a look of shock clearly present on your face.

“Sorry you had to see that.”

Through his patented monotone voice, you could hear the subtleties. He really did feel bad. Even if you were shaken up and still reeling from being so close to a massacre, your eyes shook as you craned your neck to look back up at Zoro. He understood that look, too: Don’t worry. I’ve seen this kind of thing before.

“Everyone okay?” Nami asked into the now-quiet night. As usual, everyone was fine.

“Kona,” Luffy breathed, running over to Zoro. “Where’s Kona?”

Zoro tilted his head down to his pocket and Luffy bent down, hands on his knees, with a relieved smile. The rest of the crew soon stood behind him, all looking to make sure you were alive and okay.

“You were in there the whole time?” Luffy asked, pointing to the pocket. You nodded. “Wow.”

Sanji smirked. “That couldn’t have been fun.”

“I dunno, feels pretty irresponsible to me,” Usopp said. “I think I’ll have to hang onto Kona next time so they aren’t put in danger again.”

You smiled. No matter the situation, Usopp never failed to make you feel better.

After a few moments of silence, Usopp spoke again. “So, uh, we’re leaving, right? Like, immediately?”

“What? No,” Sanji frowned. “We still haven’t gotten the ingredients I need.”

“We’re leaving,” Zoro declared, not waiting for an answer before turning around and walking away. Luffy, with his ever-present smile, just shrugged and followed his first mate back to the ship.

Sanji threw his arms out. “Guess our food will just taste like shit!”

Zoro didn’t even bother making the most obvious comeback, instead cupping his hand around his pocket. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said after a moment. “That was just…”

“Intense,” Zoro finished.

“Yeah. Intense.” A pause. “Does that happen… all the time?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Hm.” You leaned back into the comfort of the pocket. It was cozier than you thought a pocket could be, and the closeness of Zoro’s hand was able to calm you down.

“Sorry I grabbed you before,” Zoro said softly.

“It’s alright, Zoro. You didn’t really have a choice.”

“I’ll… try to give you a warning next time.”

“Or you could keep wearing shirts with pockets for me to sit in,” you smiled.

Zoro looked down with a smirk. “That’s comfortable for you?”

“It’s growing on me. And trust me, I’ve been in a lot worse.”

You didn’t ever talk about your past, but neither did anyone else, unless the situation mandated it. But he understood what it was like to have a traumatic upbringing.

“Well, good thing you’re with us now.”

You leaned forward, watching as the world whizzed by around you. You knew plenty of tinies who were in unfortunate situations – probably stuck in cages somewhere, or living alone in crevasses and abandoned buildings. You don’t know how you got so lucky to be found by the kindest pirates in history.

When you returned to the ship, Zoro bounded below deck to his hammock, and you stayed with him, letting the deep rhythm of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

Good thing indeed.

#i'm so one piece pilled you guys #maybe it's time for me to watch 1000 episodes of the anime #or at least keep reading articles for context #i saw that there are canonical giants and now i need to know more #also pretty sure i've used the name kona before but shhh. no i havent #obwrites #one piece #one piece g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #OPLA

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so i heard you want requests 🙏 i suggest 17 with a Ghostbuster of your choice. pls?

“Ugh, you’re squishing me!”

"ghostbuster of my choice" is always egon sorry NOT sorry

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“Ugh, you’re squishing me!”

Egon pursed his lips in concentration. He stole a glance downward, realizing that his loose fist had inadvertently tightened around you. “Sorry, Asa,” he stated, keeping his strides long but stable. He adjusted his grip so his thumb was no longer pinning you down. You were injured, after all.

It had been a few months since you were discovered by the scariest group of humans you had ever seen. You knew something was eerie about the apartment whose walls you inhabited, and it all came to a head with the human who owned the place screaming, a disgusting green ghost running rampant and four men dressed in brown jumpsuits causing chaos as they tried to catch it.

After the dust had settled, the walls were left destroyed and you were left out in the open, hurt, confused and terrified. The Ghostbusters had found you, taken you back and patched you up, and you had been living with them ever since. You had built a strong bond with them – Ray, the one who had been so gentle when he first found you, had instantly gained your trust and was like your rock. Winston was the one you went to when everything became too overwhelming and just needed to feel normal for a few minutes. Venkman teased you all the time, but it was out of love – he was like an older brother, or a fun uncle to you.

The only one you couldn’t figure out with Egon. He had insisted on running countless tests and experiments on you, which was a borrower’s worst nightmare. He rarely ever smiled and always looked at you with this cold, stoic expression, like he was studying you instead of regarding you as a real person.

Truthfully, he terrified you, and you never wanted to be left in a room alone with him. Problem was, it was just you and him in the firehouse this afternoon, so of course today was the day that something had to blow up in your face. 

Egon had stayed behind while the other three were off investigating something that Venkman had been complaining wasn't worth their time all week. He had a trove of experiments that he was behind on, and this call didn’t seem that serious. He was deep into some slime samples when he heard a small poof and subsequent thud come from upstairs.

You were working on your own experiment, just on a much smaller scale. Ray had asked you to make adjustments to your own mini proton pack so you could start going on ghost-hunting missions with the gang. He had done as much as he could, making something for someone four inches tall, and he trusted you to finish up.

You don’t know exactly what you did wrong – you always thought of yourself as handy and a quick learner – but a wire got crossed and BOOM! There was a bright flash of light, a deafening sound and all of a sudden, you were falling falling falling until you hit the ground with a thud.

Egon immediately abandoned what he was doing, ripped off his rubber gloves and sprinted up the stairs in a huff. He told Ray this would be a bad idea.

Egon burst into the room, eyes focused on the table he had last seen you on – but you were nowhere to be found. “Asa?” 

You couldn’t move. You could barely speak. The wind had gotten knocked out of you, and you were honestly shocked that you were conscious right now. Egon’s massive form was more like a looming stormcloud than a person.

Egon’s eyes rapidly darted around the room until he realized something – maybe you weren’t hiding or embarrassed.

He softly gasped when he saw you on the floor. You had never looked smaller, even when they had first found you. Your hair was strewn across your face, making it near impossible to see if you were… no. No, you were alive. He knew that with your smaller mass, falls like that wouldn’t kill you – but they would surely hurt. 

He bent down, and that oh-so familiar sinking sensation told you that someone was here. Your breathing picked up in your dazed state as you momentarily forgot who was here with you. It was like you couldn’t see his eyes through his lenses. It was just another scientist in a white lab coat ready to pluck you up before pinning you down. 

Egon sucked the air through his teeth as he slid his hands underneath your fragile body, trying his best not to jolt you around too much as he stood up to his full height. His heart lurched when you struggled in his grip, clearly dazed and scared as to what was going on. Worried he was going to drop you, he curled his fingers loosely around you. 

“Don’t move so much,” he mumbled lowly. “You’re hurt.”

His deadpan voice brought you back to reality. “Egon…?”

He looked down when he heard your strained voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He needed to get you downstairs.

Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked around frantically for somewhere soft to put you down. If he were broken all over his body and had a giant carrying him, he wouldn’t want to be put down on a cold, hard table.

Eventually, he found a folded up cloth that was clean enough to plop you on. He tilted his hand and you unceremoniously tumbled down, breaking your fall with your one miraculously good arm.

You managed to sit up, clutching your head with a groan as Egon dashed off to who knows where. Thankfully, your breathing was getting better every second. Of all the questions Egon had asked you when they first discovered you, you still haven’t told him about –

You jumped at the sudden clattering noise next to you. Egon had grabbed a handful of supplies, including some sharp, shiny instruments you had only ever seen from afar. The giant scientist grabbed his scissors and a roll of gauze. “This will take a lot quicker if you don’t squirm,” he said as he carefully snipped off a piece.

You began to shiver. “Wh–what–wait, Egon–”

“Why are you sitting up? You’re hurt, Asa,” he said matter-of-factly. “I don’t know why Ray let you mess with a proton pack in the first place. That kind of power could blow a hole through the space-time continuum if you’re not careful. How far was that fall?”

“How am I supposed to know?” you snapped. You were going to pretend that he didn’t just insult you. “Human measurements don’t mean anything to me.”

Egon hummed. “You’re right. It was a few feet, at least. Scaled to you… probably 100 or so. Feet, that is.”

You stared at him. “...Is that far?”

He suddenly turned his gaze to you, eyebrows raised as if you just asked the dumbest question ever, causing you to shrink back. “Asa, that kind of fall would kill someone.”

“Oh.” You watched warily as he continued to snip pieces of that strange white cloth. “What are you–what is that stuff?”

“It’s gauze,” he said simply.

“...which is for what, exactly?”

Egon paused for the shortest of moments. He always struggled with the fact that you were a fully intelligent, fully functional person, yet you didn’t know about the basic mechanics of human society. Half the time, he had to stop himself from talking down to you like a child.

“Your leg is broken. Normal humans would get a cast made of much stronger materials like plaster or fiberglass, but this will do for you. Now, hold still.”

Your eyes widened as his hands descended on you. “No, w-wait–”

Your breath hitched when his hand made contact with your leg, which, for as badly as you wanted to believe it would heal quickly, still hurt like hell. You whined in pain, and it only seemed to worsen when he applied pressure while wrapping the gauze around you. 

“How’s that?” he asked, voice surprisingly soft. It’s not every day he had to patch up a person no bigger than his thumb.

You managed to stand up, trying to get used to the strange feeling of your leg being constrained and stuck straight. You looked up at Spengler, uncomfortable underneath his awed gaze. He was gawking at you like you were some kind of marvel. “How am I supposed to do anything now?”

“We’ll just carry you to where you need to go,” Egon shrugged. “But hold on, I’m not done yet. Your arm–”

“–is fine,” you cut him off. “Seriously, it’s–”

“Look, Asa, you’ve probably got a lot of adrenaline pumping through you right now, but you shouldn’t even be standing.”

“I’m not kidding, I’m fine! I don’t need–”

 “You need to listen to me, Asa. After that kind of fall, I’m surprised you’re even alright. Even being so small, it should have–”

“EGON!” 

He stopped in surprise. You yelled with such force that you might as well have just shouted right into his ear.

“I know you–you’re just trying to help, but…” you paused to take a shaky breath. You hadn’t meant to yell, but you were getting overwhelmed. “But I’m already healing. I should be completely back to normal in a few weeks.”

Egon blinked. “Broken limbs take months to heal, Asa.”

“Not for borrowers,” you mumbled, almost ashamed. “We heal a lot faster than that.”

“Asa…” Egon was beside himself. Rapid healing? That was some real comic book stuff, even for someone who investigated the paranormal for a living. “How come you never told anyone that before? The kind of tests we could run, the things we could learn…”

“Because I’m a person, Egon! I’m not just some–some thing to study!” The normal restraint you had when talking to him was gone. “I’m grateful to you guys for saving me, and–and giving me a place to live. And I don’t mind telling you guys about borrower stuff. But you can’t just–you have to remember that I have feelings, too.”

Egon was lost in thought. Had he really come across as cold? Well, from your perspective, he supposed it made sense. He knew he was rather stoic and serious, and for someone so small in such a giant world, he must have been rather intimidating and scary to you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Asa,” Egon sighed, pulling a chair up and taking a seat. “I suppose I just have a hard time…”

“Thinking of me as a real person?” you guessed. 

“Yeah,” Egon smirked. “That.”

A comfortable silence fell over the both of you as you ogled at each other. Truthfully, you were both in a sort of shock that you were this close to someone at such a different size than either of you were used to. You were still getting over your baked-in fear of giants, and Egon was still struggling to truly understand your intelligence, but maybe you just had to spend more time with each other to get over it.

“Well, I appreciate you making me this… cast,” you offered, gesturing sheepishly to the gauze. “It might not take months to heal, but it still hurts like a bitch right now.”

Egon cracked a smile. “You sure you don’t need any others?”

Truthfully, you could probably make do without any others, but if this was Egon’s way of helping…

“Maybe you could make me one for my arm,” you said, lifting the busted limb up as far as it could go. 

“I can do that,” he started, rolling more gauze out, “but only if you tell me more about that special healing of yours.”

You chuckled, but something in the tone of his voice was sincere. He wouldn’t have a free hand to jot down notes at lightning speed like he usually does. Maybe he was asking… just because he wanted to get to know you more.

“Alright, Spengler. You got yourself a deal.”

#i'm kind of proud of this??? #egon my absolute beloved #i like changed his characterization halfway through lmao #he has to learn to be soft damn it #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #ghostbusters

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It's Not Safe For You Here (Stargate Atlantis: Carson Beckett x tiny!reader)

a/n: behold, folks: my very first commission! requested by the wonderful and lovely @blueskimmer! i love how this turned out and i'm very happy i got to put this together for them 💞 i hope you all enjoy!

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You just couldn’t believe your luck.

It usually went something like this: A Wraith ship came zooming out of the ring with that weird glowing light, taking as many people as it felt like. Within minutes, it was gone. It came through every so often, but because the giant village you called home was small, by human standards, the ship’s visits were few and far between. In the last couple of years, you had only seen seven, maybe eight, ring activations.

Of course a ship of unfathomable size descended on your home in the middle of your midnight borrowing trip.

It was pure, unadulterated chaos. People were screaming, dirt was flying, and you couldn’t see a thing. Whenever the Wraith came, you situated yourself in your little bunker until daylight, and this time was no different. You just had to climb down the water well and get to it.

What you didn’t fully realize was that a giant ship meant that there were Wraith on the ground as well as in the air. Debris was flying from every angle as weapons were fired and houses were set ablaze.

All it took was one errant rock to send you tumbling down.

It happened in an instant—so fast that you don’t even remember getting plunked. It was a pebble, really, something that wouldn’t have normally thrown you, but it came flying at such a breakneck speed that it immediately knocked you out, and off your feet.

When you came to, you had to blink away the light that flooded your vision. You groaned and tried to sit up, but immediately fell down when you realized you couldn’t. Your arm was twisted in a way that was not normal. You silently cursed yourself before realizing you had no choice but to get up and run. Things were hitting the ground at a rapid pace, and you had fallen off the well and were out in the open. You couldn’t believe nothing had happened to you while you were passed out.

So for the rest of the night, you stayed hidden behind the cover of grass and leaves. You managed to situate yourself underneath some fallen rock so if anything came tumbling down from above, you would hopefully be safe.

It was torture. You watched as hundreds of villagers dwindled down into a few dozen in a span of hours as the Wraith stunned them and dragged them back to their ship. The thought of getting snatched up by one of those aliens was enough to send you into a panic.

You didn’t realize you had eventually fallen asleep when the noise finally died down, but before you knew it, you were jolted awake by the sound of voices that cut through your ringing ears.

Voices you didn’t recognize.

“Oh, no…” Sheppard said as soon as his eyes fell on the scene before him. They were set to start trade with this planet—in exchange for some medicine, they would receive bountiful crops for the mainland. They certainly didn’t anticipate a culling happening in the week since they had been here.

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Rodney cried. “When did this happen?”

“It looks like they were just here,” Ronon observed. “Some of these buildings are still smoldering.”

“Oh dear,” Carson mumbled. It wasn’t often he got to witness the destruction of the Wraith firsthand, and he almost couldn’t believe that just a week ago, this was a bustling village with hundreds of people walking about. Guess he and his medical supplies weren’t needed on this mission anymore.

As the others began to drift off into different parts of the village to investigate, Carson, left with nothing to do, started to aimlessly wander toward the water well in the center of the destroyed town square.

That’s when he saw you.

He gasped to himself, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t just hallucinating. Right on the ground, gaping up at him in shock and fear, was a tiny little human.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Truthfully, he was surprised they didn’t encounter more species in Pegasus that weren’t human, but never in a million years would he have anticipated a humanoid creature as small as a mouse. He wasn’t sure if it was just the aftermath of a culling, but a closer look revealed to him how disheveled you were. Your clothes—more like rags—were draped over your figure like loose robes, and your shoes were nothing more than thick, makeshift pieces of cloth. Your hair was unruly at best, and your skin was caked with dirt, scrapes and bruises.

“Oh my god…” he whispered with equal parts concern and amazement. “What… what are you?”

You were shaking so hard you couldn’t stop yourself. Everything in your body hurt like hell, but it didn’t matter. At the absolute worst time possible, you had been spotted. He was wearing a thick vest with what looked like a million little pockets, and he was carrying a giant case that was unlike anything you had ever seen.

In your half-lucid state, you got the bright idea to try and hide from the giant. You managed to get on your feet, but you couldn’t take more than a few steps before your legs turned to jelly and you collapsed. Instinctively, Carson lurched forward, and in the disarray of it all, you shrieked and twisted your body away to brace for anything the giant might do.

At your sudden movement, Carson recoiled. Did he do something wrong? Was he scaring you? That was a stupid question. Of course he was scaring you. The doctor knew he had to help, but he also knew he couldn’t just scoop you up and take you back to Atlantis, no matter how much he wanted to. He had to make sure you weren’t so terrified of him first.

“Hey, hey…” he said gently, trying to mask his own shaking voice. He cringed at how big he felt trying to talk to you, so he slowly crouched down, not missing the way your eyes widened as he got closer. “I’m not going to hurt you, little one. My name’s Carson Beckett, and I’m a doctor. I just want to help.”

You could only stare blankly at this human with an incredibly bizarre accent. You knew he was trying to make you feel better, but a doctor? The ones that poke and prod and touch? Nuh-uh. No way.

“I promise, I won’t hurt you,” Carson said again. He felt like it needed repeating. “It’s not safe for you here. Let me take you back to Atlantis and we can—”

“NO!” you shrieked suddenly, surprising both you and him. You had no idea what Atlantis was, but you knew it couldn’t be good. “N-no, ple-please… I…”

Carson had subconsciously put his hand on his knee to rest, but once he noticed the way your eyes were tracking its every movement, he sheepishly pulled it back.

“Look, I know you must be scared down there. I know I would be if I were in your shoes,” he started. “But you’re in bad shape, dear, and if the Wraith come back again, you’ll be stuck here with nowhere to go.”

Your stomach dropped when he said that. You couldn’t even fathom the Wraith coming back like that again. There’s no way I would survive.

“Let me help you, and you’ll be back on your feet in no time,” he said softly, putting a smile on his face to show he was friendly. “I can take you somewhere safe and fix you all up.”

You instantly shook your head no, and when the doctor cocked his eyebrow, you knew you had to defend yourself.

“I… please, I can’t… I can’t go anywhere with you.”

Carson had to bite his tongue to stop himself from gushing over how cute your tiny voice was. “Why not, love?”

“Because… you’re a human.”

He sniffed an amused laugh before a feeling of unease washed over him. The fact that this little guy needed to distinguish themself as non-human was intriguing.

“What’s so wrong with being human?” he implored.

At that, you clammed up. After years and years of living in secret, you weren’t about to blurt out the borrower code now.

Carson sighed. You were clearly frightened out of your wits, and it didn’t seem like talking would get him very far. Maybe if he could get through to you just how bad your injuries were, you would be more inclined to trust him.

“It’s alright that you don’t want to chit-chat, but as a doctor, I can’t just stand by and let your injuries go untreated! You could be seriously hurt, and I have a responsibility to help you, even if... even if you are just a wee lad who can fit into my pocket!”

You were surprised at his sudden outburst—and amused at being called a “wee lad”—but he was right. You were badly injured, and you didn’t have the means to fix yourself, let alone hunt for food, water and shelter in this state. At this rate, you’d be dead in a week anyway.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to say.

“…Okay.”

Carson perked up. “Okay what?”

“Okay… you can help me.”

A grin grew across the doctor’s face. You clenched your jaw as his hand gently descended palm-up next to you, eagerly awaiting your arrival onto it. You gawked at it in horror—his fingers were taller than your body, and his palm came up to your ankles—but there was no going back now.

Carson’s breath hitched as you dragged yourself onto his palm, tiny hands pressing deep into his skin for support. He was sure that he’d never been more nervous than he was right now—your life was literally in his hands. He stayed surprisingly still, even through your struggle to get your legs moving without being in crippling pain. Your form was so small in his hand, and yet, it was like he has the most important task in the world. He could feel your every little movement, down to your deep breaths and trembles. His heart fluttered with each and every one of them.

Once you were situated, he took a breath. Your eyes were trained on the ground, refusing to look up and deal with just how big he was.

“I’m going to stand up now,” he warned. “Are you ready?”

A tiny, nervous nod. His heart fluttered again.

You had to close your eyes when he stretched out to his full height—you had never changed altitudes so fast before. In a moment of panic, you reached out and grabbed onto the closest thing for support, which happened to be Caron’s thumb. He let out a small Oh!, which just made both of you blush.

Grabbing his medical kit with his free hand, he briskly, yet smoothly, made his way over to a now-empty house to give you some privacy. He pushed away his feelings of unease at the reality of the situation to focus on the task at hand.

Placing his kit on one side of the table, he laid his palm down on the other, his expression soft.

“It’s okay, you’re safe here,” he reassured you, noticing how you nervously eyed the new landscape.

His mouth hung slightly agape as you ambled off his hand, utterly fascinated at something so small moving around. He couldn’t even fathom what this place looked like to you right now.

You watched with wary eyes as he opened his impossibly large case and began to take out tools you had never seen before. He quickly glanced down at you and frowned at your sudden change of expression. He quickly realized just how scary his instruments must look to you.

“Don’t worry,” he stated, “I don’t need to use all of these. I’m mainly looking for… these.” He pulled out some gauze and tape and set them both aside.

“Do you have a name, little one?” he asked suddenly. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised when you didn’t answer. He began snipping off small pieces of gauze. “My team and I came here through the stargate hoping to trade, but…” he trailed off. Not only did he want to forget about the culling, but he especially didn’t want to think about you witnessing it. The thought of being so small during something so destructive made him want to vomit.

He shook off his anxiety and continued. “Can I at least ask how you got so banged up?”

You kept your eyes trained on the dents and scratches of the old wood you sat on. “I fell.”

“Fell?” Carson repeated. You merely nodded. “From where? When? How long had you been on the ground?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Your jaw was quivering at just how many questions this guy was asking. He wanted so much information, and you weren’t even willing to give up your name.

Carson pursed his lips. These were all standard questions he’d ask any patient, but he had to keep reminding himself that you were not just any patient. So he decided to keep his inquiries simple.

“So,” he sighed. “What hurts, love?”

You sniffed a laugh. What didn’t?

Carson saw your expression and gave you a small smile. “Right. Sorry. Stupid question, huh?”

You had to admit, it was fascinating watching him move around. He was snipping off pieces of that… whatever it was… and carefully laying them down. His gaze kept flickering between you and whatever he was doing. He didn’t even hesitate.

“Would you say anything’s broken?” he tried. He was still hoping for a verbal answer, but he settled for the impossibly small nod you gave him. Another heart flutter.

“You’re going to have to give me specifics,” he said with a small laugh. He gave you another look-over and frowned—you were wringing your hands and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

It seemed that he had a little more work to do than normal.

“Hey,” he started, putting the scissors down. He spotted a rickety stool nearby and pulled it over, taking a cautious seat as you gawked up at him. He leaned down, still in awe at how everyday objects simply towered over you. “You’re doing great, dear. I know you don’t want to talk to me, but just being here is very brave of you, you know.”

You looked up with a half-bewildered, half-flattered expression. There was this twinkle in your eyes as you tried to suss out how genuine this human was, and it was like you could see your own fascination mirrored in Carson’s own softly curious gaze.

“I’m serious!” he continued. “God knows if the roles were reversed, I’d probably have passed out by now. It can’t be easy being so… small in a giant world, I imagine.”

You stared at him in amazement. How could he possibly know what it’s like? What kind of giant would even try and empathize? That’s not what humans did in the stories you were told. Giants would snatch you up, stick you in a jar and torture you for fun. This one… this one was the exact opposite.

And that meant something to you.

“Kona.”

At the very sound of your voice, Carson felt his cheeks flush red. You were so adorable it hurt.

“What was that?”

“Kona. My-my name.” You cringed at how helpless you sounded. “You asked me for my name.”

“Kona…” Carson repeated. “What a lovely name.”

Your face went hot. Why did his compliments mean so much to you? You barely knew him.

“…I think my arm might be broken.”

“Oh, dear,” Carson mumbled. “Look, love, the best I can do right now is wrap it up a bit so you don’t aggravate it anymore…. but I’m afraid I can’t do much more unless I take you back to Atlantis.”

A pause.

“I know you don’t trust me, but I think you know as well as I do that it’s just not safe to stay here anymore. You could get hurt even more, or worse.” He gave it a moment for his words to sink in, and he could tell you understood. “Everything is destroyed here. There’s no reason to stay.” Another pause. “Please, Kona.”

Your heart skipped a beat when he said your name. You were a borrower that lived by yourself in a giant village on a strange planet—nobody ever said your name that wasn’t you. But the way this human said it… it had meaning. A purpose. Like he loved the way it sounded and knew how well it fit you.

You had never felt this way before.

“Okay,” you quavered, trying not to sound so scared this time. “I’ll go with you.”

It took Carson only a few minutes to pack up his things. Instead of trying to do it himself, he insisted that you wrap the gauze around your own arm, and he made sure to show you—from a distance, of course—the proper way to do it.

Climbing on his hand the second time was not nearly as petrifying as the first. Gripping his thumb seemed to be the easiest way to hold steady, but Carson didn’t mind. He thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

“This is probably the last thing you want to hear, but I came to this planet with four other people,” he explained as he sauntered out of the house. “And the place we’re going… it’s pretty big, even to me.” He chuckled at the fact that he just said that. “There will be a lot of people there, and you might have to meet quite a few of them. Are you okay with that?”

From his hand, it was like you were seeing this planet in a completely new light. Everything was destroyed here, but at least from this vantage point, it didn’t seem so bad anymore. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.

“Yeah,” you finally replied after a somber moment. For the first time in a long time, you found yourself smiling as you turned your head around and looked up at Carson. He was beaming right back down at you.

“I think I’m okay with that.”

#fuck yeah stargate g/t you guys!!!! #this entire franchise is so underrated #the potential is literally limitless #thank you again for requesting this :))))) #i could have written an entire novel with this #i also wrote like three different beginnings before settling on this one LOL #the ideas man i'm telling you #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny #stargate atlantis #stargate

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Same anon that asked for fandoms here! (first time asking for anything here goes)

Prompt 15. “Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

With Jamie and Roy from Ted Lasso? (Just incase I had to specify LOL) nws if you don't wanna do it tho! <3

"Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

excellent first ask. like, truly impeccable choice. this one was PERFECT

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"Shh, don’t wake them, god knows they need their sleep."

Roy looked incredulously at Jamie, who was sitting comfortably in Roy’s office with you in his hand. “Did you seriously just fucking say that to me?”

“‘Ey! Did you not ‘ear me? I said quiet.”

Roy grunted, but ultimately didn’t say anything, because that little prick was right. You did need your sleep.

See, your life was turned upside down a few months ago when you were discovered in the vast AFC Richmond complex. Even though the place was crawling with giants, it was so unbelievably huge that it was actually the perfect place for you to be. Everyone was so busy with their daily tasks that nobody had the time to scan the floors for tiny people.

And it would have stayed that way, too, until the club brought in an eccentric new player that noticed right away that something was off. Before you could even blink, you had been lifted into the air and put on display for a room full of bulky, imposing athletes. 

Jamie, who hated Zava with every fiber of his being and relished any opportunity to make him look like an ass, immediately came to your defense, silently vowing to protect you from him. Roy saw right through the whole thing and inserted himself into the relationship, because he sure as hell didn’t trust Jamie to take care of a four-inch-tall being.

So, you were stuck with them.

“I know why you’re doing this,” Roy grumbled. Jamie looked at him expectantly.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, then?”

“Because you want them to like you more than Zava.”

Jamie made a face and fake laughed. “You’re joking, mate. As if they need my help hating Zava. Don’t you see how terrified they are of him? He fuckin’, plucked them up off the ground,” he bent down and pretended to pick something up, mockingly going through the motions, “and dangled them around like some sort of – some kind of – I don’t know exactly what, but it wasn’t good.”

“Hm.” Roy was mad that Jamie had a point. He too was pretty pissed when he saw Zava waving you around around that day. “So what’s the fucking catch, then?”

“What catch?”

“Why are you doing this,” Roy asked, more forcefully this time. “‘Cause I know it’s not out of the goodness of your little twat heart.”

“What, I can’t just do somethin’ nice for someone I barely know without there bein’ some kind of reason?”

Roy looked at him like he had five heads. “Yeah!”

You awoke to the sound of an argument – not uncommon from spending all your time with them. You sat up in a daze, waiting for Jamie to notice that he had indeed cut your nap short, but he was too in the zone. Fighting with Roy did that to him.

You rubbed your eyes and took your time regaining consciousness after a very restful sleep. Somehow, your existence was still a secret to the owner of the club, so during matches, you watched on TV until Roy or Jamie came back to take you home with them. 

You would often stay up through the night. You found the act of sleeping post-Zava incident too difficult to do for more than an hour or so at a time. Every time you shut your eyes, your head rushed as if you were being lifted off the ground again with no warning. It was like the curious face of Zava was painted onto the backs of your eyelids, with hundreds of thousands of eyes behind him. You always woke up with a feeling of dread.

Which is why you decided to go on the team’s most recent road trip, finally taking Jamie up on his offer to tag along. You needed a distraction, but didn’t realize that it would be a frantic game of staying hidden from cameras, awkwardly being in hotel rooms and participating in sickening bus rides, so by the time you were back to the safety of Richmond, you were positively wiped – so much so that your usual night terrors weren’t present. 

That is, until you were rudely awakened.

“Stop being such a prick, you little prick.”

“You’re the one who started yellin’ at meh out of nowhere!”

“Not nowhere! You fucking told me not to wake them up, which I already fucking knew– oh my god,” Roy grumbled, looking down at your groggy form. “They’re fucking awake.”

“Right, mate, you woke ‘em up,” Jamie shot back.

“Me?! I didn’t fucking–”

“–Okay, okay!” you cut in, mustering all of your energy to raise your voice. That seemed to stop them for the moment. It never ceased to amaze you that the mere sound of your voice could get two giants to shut up. “What…” you signed as you pushed yourself up, “what are we arguing about this time?”

“Jamie’s being a little prick.”

“Am not!”

“You always think he’s being a little prick,” you pointed out with a small smile.

Roy shrugged. “What’s your point?”

“You should go back to sleep,” Jamie said, an unusual amount of concern in his voice. “You didn’t sleep at all on the bus.”

“Don’t fucking listen to him,” Roy replied. “You’re an intelligent, strong person who is fully capable of making their own fucking decisions.”

“Woah, woah, okay,” you said, holding your hands up. You gestured toward Roy’s desk, and Jamie gently deposited you down on the surface. Like they did every time, the two giants hunched down so they wouldn’t loom so large. “What’s actually going on?”

Jamie and Roy turned to each other, silently acknowledging that they couldn’t bullshit you.

“We were, uh, just–”

“We were talking about you,” Roy admitted. That certainly caught you off guard.

“Me? Why?”

“Old shithead here wanted to know why I, uh, saved you from Zava.”

“Shut it, you little twat, you didn’t save them.”

“Did too! I…” Jamie trailed off when he caught your expression, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. “Sorry.”

You always chuckled at the way his sorries were more like sorrehs. “Roy, I know you’re always mad, but… why are you mad about this, specifically?”

Roy leaned forward ever so slightly, which used to scare the living daylights out of you, but now you found it endearing. “Because he wants you to like him more than Zava.” Roy paused. “Because he fucking hates Zava.”

Just the mere mention of Zava was enough to send your mind into a mini spiral. The two footballers noticed your expression change from tired to anxious, suddenly eyeing them as if they had morphed into completely different people. You blinked hard to get yourself back to reality. “Well, I fucking hate Zava too, you know. Asshole kind of ruined my entire life.”

“See? I told you,” Jamie bragged.

“But that’s what you were arguing about? How much I like Zava?”

“No!” Roy said a little too loudly. His expression softened when you flinched. “Sorry. No, Jamie just got upset when I–.”

“He thinks there’s a catch,” Jamie stated. “Like I have some sort of alterior motive.”

“Ulterior,” Roy grumbled. “It’s ulterior motive.”

“Whatever!”

“Guys!” you shouted, once again shutting them up. “So… it sounds like you woke me up for absolutely no reason, then.”

“Well, not no reason–”

“–he questioned me character, I had no choice but to defend myself–”

“–if this little prick was doing anything that could hurt you, I wouldn’t let that fucking happen–”

“–I’m a changed man, you know–”

“–oh, don’t start with that fucking bull… shit.” Roy looked like a kid caught stealing from a candy shop when he saw your disapproving expression. Jamie, too. 

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“Look, I just…” you let out a big yawn. “This weekend was hard. I didn’t much like all the traveling, and I was glad to be back home. You guys have done so much for me, I… I don’t like it when you argue.”

Roy and Jamie exchanged upset glances. They hadn’t stopped to think that their constant bickering could take a toll on you.

“Truthfully… these last three months have been the most anxiety-inducing, wild and scary months of my entire life. I mean, you guys will never understand how it feels to be looked down upon or loomed over by dozens of giants all at once, being talked about like I’m not even there… picked up like I’m not even a person…”

“Is that why you don’t sleep?” Jamie abruptly asked. He recoiled when you gave him a look that was almost… scared. “I–I’ve noticed for a while. When I get up at four in the morning for training… you’re usually awake, too.”

After a moment, you nodded meekly, as if you were in trouble.

“Do you think about Zava? Every night?”

You laughed in pity to yourself. “Not just every night. I think about it every fucking moment of my life.”

Roy was practically overflowing with anger, which was an impressive feat, given the way he normally is. “I swear to fucking god, when I see that fucking asshole in the locker room tomorrow, I’m going to tie his dick up to a string and drag him down the fucking motorway until it fucking falls off.”

Your smirk turned into an all-out laugh when Jamie gave him a look of borderline disgust. “I’d do all that myself if I could, I think.”

It was all making sense to Roy now – why Jamie had asked him to be quiet around you in the first place. Truthfully, he didn’t have an eye for these things. He didn’t tend to notice your reactions, your tendencies or your routines when his full attention wasn’t on you. He was abrasive, loud and imposing, and he never really stopped to think that you could be so terrified of that from him specifically. 

Jamie, though, noticed these things more than Roy would ever suspect. This new, team-oriented, down-to-earth Jamie Tartt was much more kind and caring than Roy gave him credit for. He was good with you. He knew what you needed, what might set you off. He was softer and quieter around you. And he sure as hell noticed the little things you did when you didn’t know he was looking at you.

“Do you think about it… even when you’re with us? Even when you’re in me hand?”

You mulled on that for a moment. “No, not always. Sometimes, though…” you looked up, eyes meeting Jamie’s, and under the harsh fluorescent lights, you swear he looked like he was about to cry. You cleared your throat. “You– you have to understand, I had never even been seen by a human before that. This is all so new to me, I...”

Jamie looked ashamed, realizing quickly that you picked up on his guilt. “All the arguin’ gets to you sometimes, don’t it?”

You gave him another embarrassed nod. “Feels a lot like when you first… when you were all talking over each other, and Ted came out to see what was going on, and he – and he saw me… and he just, he started asking me all these questions, like it was my fault I was found, and I didn’t know what to do or say or where to look. I thought… I thought I was going to die. Like Zava would drop me and nobody would save me, or you would all pass me around until I got squished to death.”

“Jesus,” Roy mumbled. “That’s a bit morbid, innit?”

You shrugged. “Pretty standard borrower fare, I’d say.”

“So…” Jamie began, resting his elbows on his knees and cupping his chin with his palms. “What you’re saying… is that you’d be better off not even knowin’ us.”

You tilted your head ever so slightly. He sounded genuinely upset by that.

“Yeah, I mean, I wish I had never been seen at all. But at this point, if I just… disappeared, you would all worry about me. Wonder where I went, maybe even go look for me. But… but who knows who I’d be found by next. Plus,” you said with a small smirk, “getting to eat every single day is something I don’t think I want to give up now.”

“What, you didn’t eat every day before this?” Roy asked cautiously.

You hung your head. “There’s a lot of stuff I haven’t told you.”

“...Maybe you should start,” Jamie said sheepishly. “Tellin’ us stuff, I mean.” He threw his arms out when Roy gave him a questioning look. ‘Ow else are we supposed to know what they’re feeling?”

“Hmph.” Roy stole a glance at you. He hoped it wasn’t obvious, but every time he looked at you, he was in awe that something like you even existed. He didn’t let himself think about it too much, since it scared the shit out of him, but he sometimes wondered if he could ever survive the way you did. Probably not.

“You really give a shit about the way they feel?” Roy asked. Jamie just nodded, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Yeah, alright then.”

“How about, for every day we don’t argue, you tell us somethin’ you haven’t told us before,” Jamie said, an air of mischief to his voice. “That’s fair, right?”

“Hmm.” You plopped down, stretching your legs out and letting out another big yawn. Roy and Jamie gave each other the alright, that was fucking adorable look they often shared.

The more you pondered over what he said, the more your heart swelled. The guys often forgot that you had observed them for years before they discovered you, so you knew more about them than they knew about themselves. But hearing Jamie express just how much he cared about you out loud gave it validity and realness, so it wasn’t just a passive thought in your mind. Jamie wanted you to like him so badly that it pissed off Roy... who was fiercely protective over you. That was adorable.

“Alright, Tartt, you got yourself a deal,” you said with a grin. 

“Go on, then,” Roy goaded. “A deal isn’t a deal unless you shake on it.”

Jamie rolled his eyes but obliged, sticking his index finger a few inches in front of your face. You reluctantly grabbed the tip of his finger with both of your hands, face flushing red at how much amusement Roy was getting from this. After a few hearty jostles, you were practically dizzy.

“Not funny,” you grumbled playfully, pushing Jamie’s finger away with all your might. You laughed as he pretended to fall over backwards from your sheer strength. “I’m exhausted, remember?”

It was Jamie’s turn to stretch. “Right, and I’ve got training in… three hours.”

Roy grumbled in that unintelligible, ambiguous way that only Roy could. You gave him a quizzical look, but Jamie already had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You… don’t… need to… do training tomorrow,” Roy said, like the words had been tortured out of him.

Jamie’s grin stayed present. “Are you sure, coach? ‘Cause I played like shit this weekend.”

“Yeah, you fucking did, you little prick.”

“Really, I don’t mind–”

“Go home, Tartt!” Roy yelled, jumping up from his chair. “Get some fucking sleep, damn it! And take them with you too!” He pointed stiffly at you, which caused you to burst out into laughter.

Jamie shrugged playfully. “Whatever you say, coach.” You happily hopped into his open palm when he placed it next to you, smiling hard at the way Roy snapped from muted delight to anger like a rubber band.

“Try to keep your little twat mouth shut tomorrow,” he warned Jamie. “I want to hear what they have to say.”

“Sure, coach.”

“Well.” Roy stood in the doorframe awkwardly, stiff as a board, not knowing what to do or say or who to look at before finally settling on you. “Goodnight.”

You smiled and gave him a small wave. “Night, Roy.” 

“Goodnight, Roy!” Jamie called out as Roy walked away.

“Fuck you!”

Jamie grinned. “Never gets old.” He lifted you up a bit. “Ready to go home, love?”

Home. Home was AFC Richmond, home was Jamie’s nightstand, home was… well, it was wherever the two of them wanted to bring you. And you quite liked that.

“Yep,” you said, leaning back against the curve of his fingers. You let out a content sigh. “Let’s go home.”

#nearly 3K words off this prompt man #i love them a completely normal amount #i love ted so much but these two are the best part of the show #i love writing them just fighting LOL #roy uses about as many fucks as i do in daily conversation so it's easy #obwrites #ted lasso #ted lasso g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny

[obwjam]

GIANT TRENT CRIMM!!!!! IVE SEEN NO GIANT TRENT CONTENT WHAT ARE UR THOUGHTS ON HIM PLS

this has been sitting in my inbox for a while so let me make that up to you with a FICLET (inspired by convos with @rockification and @snack-at-midnight) in which trent discovers a borrower and is so enamored that he just HAS to tell ted

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You were exhausted.

Your entire day was spent begging, pleading with the giant who had caught you mere days ago not to reveal your existence to anyone else. You knew who he was -- reporter-turned-author Trent Crimm, formerly of The Independent, now just independent. You spent your days traversing the vast AFC Richmond training facility, finding new places to hide and explore just about every day.

You just didn't count on someone finding you.

"It's alright, little one," Trent reassured you for the millionth time. You cringed at the nickname he used for you. It was so... dehumanizing. "Ted is a wonderful man, he won't hurt you."

You rolled your eyes. "I know he won't hurt me."

"Then might I ask what the problem is?" Despite how icky it made him feel, Trent knew he could use his size to his advantage. The two of you sat at his desk right next door to the coaches office, alone inside the facility at nearly 1 a.m. The writer leaned over you slightly, his shadow casting a long, dark shape that engulfed your form. You looked up with wide eyes and gulped.

"I... I just..." you started, unsure of how sassy you wanted to get. He could do anything to you. "I'm not very... keen on being discovered by an entire football club."

Trent felt a pang in his stomach. He really was sympathetic to your situation, but even if he didn't work in journalism anymore, he was still a journalist at heart, which meant that a secret like the existence of tiny people just couldn't stay a secret.

"You're lucky. There was a time I'd have reported your existence to the entire world," Trent remarked, subtly hoping that it would somehow make you feel better. "Besides, it's not the entire football club. It's just Ted." Trent thought for a moment. "And maybe Beard."

"Wow, lucky me," you snapped, not really thinking.

Trent pursed his lips and sighed. This snappy version of you was a far cry from the tiny he had discovered in his office around this time of night just a few days ago.

"Oh, my... what on earth...?"

You froze. You knew you lived in a place where the team was in and out at unorthodox hours, but you could read a clock. It was 2 a.m. Who was actually here at 2 a.m.?

Oh, right. The guy whose desk you were raiding supplies from.

Trent was speechless. Standing on his desk, clutching a paper clip like their life depended on it, was a human, no more than a few inches tall. As strange as it all was, as a journalist, he had heard it all. Phone calls and emails and messages from all sorts of people, ranging from good-mannered readers to straight-up nutcases... several of whom once tried to warn him of the existence of "imps" that would soon take over the world. What that had to do with him, a sports reporter, never made sense to Trent, but it's the first thing that popped into his mind.

You couldn't move. Why is he here? was the only thing going through your mind. This wasn't real. It was just another nightmare. You'd wake up any moment now...

Slowly, Trent leaned down. Nope, this was all very real. His salt-and-pepper hair spilled over his shoulders as his face grew closer to your trembling form, trying to find the words. I'm about to be the very first person to make contact with a tiny lifeform, he thought, not stopping to think that this might not be the first time.

"Hello, little one," he managed to say, quieter than he thought he was capable of. "I hope you'll excuse my surprise, I'm... well, I didn't expect to be seeing any tiny people on my desk tonight."

You just stared at him. What were you supposed to say?

"I'm Trent Crimm. What's..." he started before noticing just how scared you were. He had to adjust his plans. "You can tell me your name later, if you'd like." He cautiously took a seat, enamored at the way you gaped at his movements. "Is it alright if I ask you some questions?"

At this point, Trent knew just about everything he could ever want to know about you. He had this way of making you feel safe and drawing you in...

"I'm sorry, (y/n), I just -- if you were me, do you really think you could keep this a secret? You -- your existence -- it's quite remarkable, really."

You opened your mouth to reply, but Trent continued.

"You told me you've observed every single person who's ever walked through this clubhouse. Right?"

You nodded.

"So by now, you must have seen Ted, and how... gentle he is with others."

Another nod, though this one tentative.

"Then believe me when I say that me -- Ted -- we would keep you safe," Trent said, fumbling his words a bit. "I know you're nervous, but I promise, I'd never do anything to hurt you. At all."

You felt yourself blush. You were really starting to believe him.

"Why..." you began, checking to see how Trent would react to you speaking. He looked at you warmly, eager to hear what you had to say. "Why do you need to tell anyone at all?"

Trent sighed, leaning back in his chair, and took a moment to think. "Truthfully? I just can't contain my excitement," he said, shrugging. A small smile spread across his face. "If I can't tell the world, then... I suppose it's alright to tell just one person. Right?"

Your eyes darted to the tabletop, unsure of how to process this. On the one hand, you were a person, and it was unfair to dismiss your feelings. On the other hand, though... meeting Ted didn't seem like such a bad idea. He seemed like a good ally to have. And you had to admit, it was kind of flattering that Trent was so enamored with you. At the very least, he did ask if it was okay for him to introduce you to Ted... even if he was quite forward about it.

"Look... I understand the way you feel, I--I think. It's just... I don't think I'm ready yet -- to meet another person," you clarified. You stole a glance at Trent, who was taking it all in. You clenched your teeth under the weight of his stare. He's so big. "Maybe one day, when I... get used to being around you."

Trent's expression brightened. "Being around me, eh?"

Your face got hot. "Yeah. I don't think I could get rid of you now, even if I tried."

Trent laughed. "I suppose you're right." He cautiously put his elbow down on the desk, cupping his chin in his hand. The more he stared at you, the more he felt an intense desire to protect you and keep you safe from the madhouse of AFC Richmond. He was fascinated by your entire existence -- your life, your upbringing, your culture, everything. The dichotomy of the way you would nervously eye his hand and his movements, yet traverse the terrain that towered over you like an expert outdoorsman, was enamoring. It was an entirely new race of people to learn more about, and there was nothing Trent loved more than learning about people.

And telling stories.

"You know, I've asked you an awful lot of questions about yourself. Is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

You perked up. "Actually, I do. A lot of things. Starting with that device you stare at all day."

"The laptop?" Trent questioned, pointing to his closed Macbook.

You shook your head. "No. The smaller one. The rectangle."

Trent stifled a laugh. "You mean my phone?"

"Don't laugh," you chided. "How does it work?"

Now Trent was really smiling. Things as everyday and mundane as his phone were like a wonder to you, and to Trent, that was just downright adorable.

“Well, why don’t I just show you?” he said playfully, pulling his phone from his pocket with a twinkle in his eye. He stretched his arms out and held his phone upright, not even needing to touch the screen for it to flicker to life.

Trent felt a warmth fill his chest when he saw your eyes light up with the screen. He would tell Ted about you eventually, but right now, he was happy to have you all to himself.

#sorry he’s so soft after he gets fired LOL #like such a dork #i didnt feel like angst today but him discovering a tiny when he’s still a reporter… #that’s a story for another day #for now i would like to imagine him being fatherly toward a scared tiny thanks! #obwrites #ted lasso g/t #asks

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Could we perhaps get 33 with Shawn and Lassy? Psych GT pog 🤙

“What are you hiding behind your back?” 

“…no one – uh – nothing…”

sorry this one took me FOREVER dawg shawn is so hard to write. he's so dumb. it's hard to channel that energy. i love him

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“Shawn, we CANNOT bring them with us.”

“Oh, c’mon Gus, don’t be the crust of a half-eaten sandwich thrown in the dumpster behind an Applebee's.”

You smiled. You never got tired of their never-ending banter.

See, you had been found by this pure enigma of a human named Shawn Spencer. You weren’t doing anything wrong, either – you had been moving from building to building, trying to find a relatively quiet space to settle into. The Santa Monica weather was like a borrower’s paradise, so you really just needed somewhere slow, but safe.

This building, you discovered, was rarely ever used, except for a handful of humans who would come through every so often. You kept your distance, never made a mess, never left your hiding spot if anyone was there. Just like you had done in the countless other places you had called home.

But this one found you. He set up a trap, too, so even though he was gone for hours, you were stuck under a metal bucket until he lifted it up and gaped at you in total shock. Eventually, he told you he was able to figure you out because he was psychic… whatever that meant. You were fortunate that he was, ultimately, a kind person, if not a little invasive. At least his friend Gus seemed more freaked out by you than you were of him when Shawn introduced you to him against your will. That was a weird day.

Now, you were sitting in Shawn’s hand as Gus piloted their little blue car. You didn’t really like to be carried, but Shawn was overly eager to show you all aspects of human life – and today, that meant the McDonald’s drive-thru. But Jules had just called, urging the pair to get down to this crime scene right away. Gus wanted to drop you back at the Psych office. Shawn did not.

“I will not be held responsible for smuggling a borrower into a crime scene!”

“Woah, Gus, watch your language. It’s offensive to say ‘borrower.’ I believe they prefer the term, ‘tiny person.’”

You shook your head when Gus gave you an exasperated look. “No, Shawn, that’s literally what I am.”

Gus tightened his grip on the wheel. “Shawn, please, if Lassie sees them–”

“Lassie will not see them,” Shawn asserted. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh, now I’m real confident.”

“Shawn, really, I don’t have to come. I’ll be fine here.”

Shawn gave you a look like you had just cursed him out. “I can’t leave you in the car! That’s illegal!”

“It’s illegal for babies and dogs, Shawn, of which Jada is neither.”

You groaned. You had heard horror stories about Lassie – grumpy, mean, generally discontent with Shawn and Gus’s presence at most things. If you understood one thing about Shawn’s life, it’s that he didn’t know how to stay out of trouble, which felt like a disaster waiting to happen whenever you were with him. 

“It’ll be fine,” said Shawn, giving you a sympathetic enough look that you didn't immediately roll your eyes. “I’ll keep you in my hand and you can just peek through my fingers, like you're Jim Halpert.”

You shook your head. “No. No hand. It’s your front pocket or nothing.”

“What’s so wrong with my hand?” Shawn asked, sounding hurt. 

“You are sitting in it right now,” Gus pointed out. 

You sighed. “I dunno, I…” You realized you didn’t actually have to tell them the truth. “It… smells bad.”

Gus let out a laugh while Shawn tried his best to defend his odor, insisting that he showers every day and washes his hands even more often than that. But you wouldn’t relent, and he eventually agreed to stick you in his front pocket when you arrived.

“I still think it’s better if we just dropped you off back at Psych,” Gus said, eyeing you carefully. Shawn was pretending his hand was an elevator as he lifted you to his pocket. “A front pocket’s pretty exposed.”

You happened to agree with Gus on this one, which wasn’t very common, since Gus tended to worry about every single little thing you did. But there was no changing Shawn’s mind when it was made up. 

You hoisted yourself into his pocket. Shawn’s hand gave you a little boost as you pulled yourself up, resulting in you tumbling forward and flipping headfirst into the pocket. Embarrassed, you rubbed your head and tried to play it off.

“Whoops. You alright?” Shawn’s muffled voice came from above you. You just nodded, figuring if he was really a psychic, he would know you just did that. 

After what felt like forever, you finally felt the car come to a halt and the engine shut off. Gus turned to Shawn and made a face.

“How’s it look? Inconspicuous?” Shawn asked.

“It looks like you have a lump in your pocket.”

Shawn peered down, barely making out your sweaty face through the thin pocket opening. “How is it in there?”

You gave him a look of discontent. “Hot.”

Before anyone could reply, Jules was at the window, rapping her knuckles frantically on the glass. You could barely hear her yelling at the pair to get their asses out of the car. Shawn gave you a protective tap, as if he was checking to make sure you were still there, before climbing out.

You knew it would be suicide to peek your head out, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t morbidly curious as to what was going on. It was impossible to understand all the criminal jargon these cops were tossing around.

Gus kept nervously glancing at Shawn’s pocket every time you shifted your weight, and Lassie probably wouldn't have paid any attention to it if Shawn didn’t have his hand hovering just below it. The detective raised his eyebrows, and Gus noticed, making up a silly excuse to drag Shawn to an adjacent room.

“I think Lassie’s onto us, Shawn,” he whispered harshly. “He keeps looking at your pocket.”

“Because you keep staring at it!” Shawn shot back. Without thinking, he plunged his hand into the pocket, causing you to squeal and push yourself back. You tried your best to avoid his fingers, but it was a futile effort. Once he found you, he pinched your waist and slowly pulled you out – despite your uncomfortable wriggling – and plopped you into his palm.

“I hate it when you do that,” you grumbled, swiping your hair out of your face. 

“Gus, I want you to get them out of here,” Shawn instructed, holding his hand out. “Take them outside, anywhere, I don’t care, just–”

“What are you two doing?”

Shawn and Gus yelped, almost a little too comically. Lassie had snuck up behind them. Before you could even register what was going on, Shawn curled his fingers over you and whipped his hand behind his back. He cringed when he felt you slam into his fingers. Your miniscule movements as you pushed yourself up and readjusted made his whole arm twitch. 

“What are you hiding behind your back?” 

“...no one – uh – nothing...”

Your eyes went wide. No, he did not just say that.

Gus smacked his forehead. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me, Shawn.” 

“What are you… just show me your damn hand, Spencer. Now.”

“I told you, this was a bad idea!”

“Can it, Guster,” Lassie snapped. “What could you possibly be hiding that you don’t want to show me?”

In Shawn’s hand, your panic had morphed into desperation. Logically, there was no getting out of this, but that didn’t stop your instincts from taking over. You yanked at Shawn’s fingers like they were prison bars, trying to pry them apart so you could leap to safety. You kicked and punched and yelled in frustration. 

Shawn, of course, felt every little impact, but stayed surprisingly still through the whole ordeal as the thoughts raced in his mind. Aside from taking off and running away – which was his top possibility until he noticed that Lassie was covering their only exit – there was no way out of this one.

Soon, that familiar sinking feeling was back in your stomach. You tried to stand up to gain more strength to escape, but there was no way you would ever be able to overmatch a human. Tears began to stream from your eyes out of frustration. You weren’t even a match for a human’s fingers. How pathetic was that? How could you even think it would be any different?

“No, no, Shawn, please, please don’t do this, please, please…” you begged to yourself, knowing it was useless. You hugged yourself and shut your eyes, trying to squeeze the nauseating feeling away.

Shawn and Gus exchanged a knowing glance before both sets of eyes fixated on the outstretched hand. Even Lassie, who was usually quick to reprimand these idiots, stayed quiet. He could feel that something was off.

“Alright, Lassie, just… just try not to freak out, alright? They’re a little skittish.”

“What the hell are you talking about? What is going… on.” Lassie’s demeanor completely changed the moment he laid eyes on you. His face, once contorted in anger, had now softened to a degree that Shawn and Gus had never seen.

Not that you would know. All you saw was the scrunched-up, confused and downright pissed off looking face of a giant taller than both Gus and Shawn, something you didn’t think was possible. His eyes were blown wide and his mouth hung agape, which was a mirror image of your own expression. You scooted back, and Lassie jumped a bit at the movement. Shawn could feel your trembles, and he didn’t like it.

“What the hell am I looking at, Spencer?”

“This? Well, um, this – them – they, they’re uh –”

“–they’re tiny,” Lassie finished, eyes still fixated on your shaking form. His mind was racing a million miles per hour. What were you? How did something like you exist? More importantly, what on earth were you doing with Shawn and Gus?

Shawn laughed nervously. When was the last time he was nervous? “Woah! They are? I hadn’t noticed!”

Lassie ignored Shawn’s joke and took a tentative step forward and leaned down to get a closer look. He didn’t miss the way your eyes grew even wider as you receded back. “What is it?” 

“That ‘it’ is a person,” Gus said, stepping closer. He would get between you and Lassie if he needed to. “With a name, emotions, thoughts and feelings, just like the rest of us.”

“Huh.” He blinked a few times. “So it – they – can understand us?”

“Don’t be silly, Lassie,” Shawn chided. He was actually getting angry at him. “Think of them as a human being, just… pocket-sized.”

Your quivers only grew stronger the more Lassie maintained eye contact with you. You were gripping onto Shawn’s skin for dear life, so tense that stars started popping in and out of your vision. You felt pinned down underneath three human gazes, all staring at you in fascination and worry. You hadn’t felt this vulnerable since the day Shawn discovered you.

“Where did you find them? Here?”

Shawn shook his head. “I found them at Psych. You know, with my awesome psychic powers and all.”

“And how long ago was that?”

“I dunno,” Shawn shrugged. “A month, maybe two.”

There was a cool silence until Lassie remembered he was supposed to be mad. “What the hell are you doing bringing them to an active crime scene?!” 

You shivered back at the sheer volume of his voice, and the overwhelming sound was enough to get the tears flowing again. Shit. He was pissed. You were really in trouble now.

“Hey! Don’t yell,” Shawn cried. He knew how much you hated when voices were raised. “In our defense, they were in the car with us when Jules demanded we get down here. Ruined a perfectly good trip to Mickey D's.”

“For the record, I didn’t want them coming here,” Gus interjected.

“Why didn’t you just leave them in the car? You really thought bringing them inside was a good idea, with a bunch of cops crawling around?!” Lassie pinched his brow. “Damn it, Spencer.”

Shawn glanced down at you as soon as he felt a miniscule splash of water on his palm, a protective rage bubbling up inside. He hadn’t seen you this upset since he had found you, and it just about killed him to see you like that. “Just, calm down Lassie, alright? You’re freaking them out.”

“Don’t tell me to be calm! You – you brought some, some unauthorized being into a classified location and tried to hide it from me! You’re lucky nobody else saw them! I –”

Lassie locked eyes with you again, and he stopped. Shawn was right – you were freaked out. By him. Even from all the way up here, he could see your heavy breathing and pale face. He wanted to reprimand Shawn and Gus for this, but he felt a pang of guilt each time he looked at you. This wasn’t your fault, and him getting angry was clearly a very scary sight.

“You said they had a name?” Lassie said all of a sudden, voice back to a normal decibel level. Shawn and Gus nodded. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you ask them yourself?”

Slowly, the giant detective turned back to you. You couldn’t quite read his expression – he was mad, for sure, but he was also… curious. Intrigued. You leaned back as he once again bent down, this time farther to be at eye level with you.

“Um… hi there,” he said awkwardly, causing Shawn to snicker. Lassie shot him a look, but didn’t say anything. “What’s, uh, your name?”

You looked at him in utter shock, too scared to say anything. Lassie looked expectantly, but frowned when you didn’t respond. “I thought you said they could understand me.”

“They can!” Shawn protested.

“You obviously just scared the living crap out of them,” Gus added angrily.

Lassie hummed. He could tell you were frightened, but to the point where you couldn’t even speak? He felt awful.

“Look, I, uh, I’m sorry I scared you,” Lassie said sheepishly, surprising you. “I just didn’t expect to meet a tiny person today. Or, well, ever…” He trailed off, unsure of what he could say that would make you feel better. This was uncharted territory, even for him, but it was also fascinating. Shawn and Gus have had this tiny person with them for months. He had to know more.

“You two need to get them out of here. I don’t want to risk anyone else seeing this poor thing, alright?” The pair of friends were taken aback by the concern in Lassie’s voice. “We can talk more back at the station.”

“The station? I thought you said you didn’t want anyone seeing them,” Gus questioned.

Lassie raised his eyebrow. “Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook for this one, Guster. Besides, I have a million things I want to ask them, and this isn’t the place.” You gawked as Lassie stretched back up to his full height, which was still mind-numbingly tall. Lassie shivered when he looked back at you – you were so small in Shawn’s stupid hand.

“I know I must look scary, but don’t worry about me, alright? It’s these two idiots that should scare you.” You sniffed a surprising laugh at his bluntness. “You can always tell me if they’re causing you any trouble.”

Shawn and Gus were too stunned to speak as their boss left the room. Lassie was being gentle with you? Never in a million years would they have expected that reaction.

Shawn broke the silence. “Well, that was weird.”

Gus nodded in agreement. “I am deeply disturbed.”

“Jada? Are you alright?” Shawn asked, cupping you close to his chest. Truthfully, you didn’t quite know the answer. You were expecting the worst in this situation – being picked up, poked, prodded. But Lassie didn’t do any of that. He didn’t even try to touch you. He was… respectful, for the most part, and kind. He was speaking to you like a real person. He seemed to really care.

You turned back to the doorway, peering past Shawn to watch Lassie conferring with all the different people in the other room. Knowing these two, you understood why Lassie might be averse to them, but you couldn’t help but feel strangely calm after your short meeting. There was something about him that left you wanting to know more.

“Yeah, Shawn,” you said after a moment. Your voice was as calm as it’s ever been. “I think I’ll be alright.”

#i went back and forth like 20 times as to how i wanted to do this #settled on this just so i could post something lol #trying my best here alright #you also did not ask for gus but it would be illegal for him not to be in this #obwrites #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #psych #psych g/t #asks