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Thorns (G/t) Chapter 3
At that statement, my struggling became intense again. I trashed and squirmed away from him and away from this whole horrible situation, but it only made him grin, raising an eyebrow again with that chillingly amused expression plastered on his face.
He simply smiled watched me for several moments, dangling there helplessly between his two fingers until exhaustion over took me. How was all of this even possible? Just an hour ago I would've never dreamed of giant people existing, especially getting kidnapped by one. This couldn’t be real. It’s not logical!
Anger suddenly swelled up inside of me, swirled up in crippling fear, and I met his eyes and spat at him.
"You realize this is practically kidnapping right? I'm a person, I have rights. I have a home and a dad and sister. Please, let me go."
The smile never lifted from his face.  
In one swift movement, he stood up, the air around me rushing at his past and my head felt woozy. I quickly found myse
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Thorns (G/t) Chapter 2
My heart and head began racing and spinning a mile a minute as I ever so slowly stood up, shaking from head to toe and utterly unable to tear my gaze from the terrifying spectacle in front of me. The creature’s shaggy brown hair was still tumbled downwards at the watch-like contraption on his wrist. I couldn't quite make out a face.
'J-just walk away slowly. Yeah. That's the best thing to do. This never happened. That thing never happened.'
It felt as though my whole body was buzzing, standing so closely to that skyscraper of a person as I carefully began walking backwards, clutching the plants next to me for support. My stomach knotted tightly beneath my ribs.
'Slowly.....slowly...You’re so close…so close to the fore-'
My whole world suddenly slammed on top of me as my foot caught in between to prickly branches just outside the woods, and with a loud shriek I fell back down, definitely bruising something. My luck.
I yelped and quickly clutched my hand
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 10
“Y-you're gonna what?” Flynn sputtered out, quickly absorbing the words the blue haired giant was telling him. Dean, he…he wanted to move past level one. He wanted to follow him. But…but he hadn't done that in months! At least that's what Abigail had said.
Dean swung his legs over the bed and Flynn yelped, stumbling around in his hand briefly before the movements stopped and a sly grin smiled down on him. He stiffened.
“You heard me.” Dean stated devilishly, his voice deepening at the end.
The excitement fizzing up like apple cider in Dean's chest only continued to grow as he looked down at the pink haired human in his hand, cupping him around tighter in the base of his palm. He saw Flynn flinch and reach out for the edges of Dean's palm for balance and to no avail, and he felt that familiar pang in his stomach as he watched him.
He suddenly didn't care if it made Flynn uncomfortable. He didn't care if the human would do anything he cou
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Thorns (G/t) Chapter 1
Something was different today.
I could feel it welling up in my bones.
I was staring out from our sunroom at the edge of the house facing the backyard, the walls entirely made up of windows, and that's when I felt it. This stirring in my ribs, all this built up energy that was pushing me towards....the woods.
Why the woods? I had never traveled back there...well not completely. When I was younger my little 5 year old feet had managed to crawl themselves over the fence in a spur of exploration, only to be stopped by my dads arms before my legs had hit the ground.
"You can never go back there, Rose." He had told me.
"It's forbidden property. You wouldn't want to get yelled at by the neighbors, would you?"
My chubby toddler cheeks quickly nodded, terrified of the mysterious neighbors my dad had always told me about above the hill next to us that owned those woods. He smiled with relief, pushing blonde hair away from my eyes.
I had never met them, and I never really wanted too.
But here I
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 9
Flynn dangled there, stunned from shock and his new found embarrassment and let it pulse in his ears as he looked from Deans now wide smile to his dark playful eyes. His face was flooded with heat and all he wanted to do was crawl under the giant covers and just die.
But that was not exactly and option at the moment, being strung up between two  massive fingers that probably had no plan on letting go anytime soon.
“I…er… I can explain, y-you see-”
Dean chuckled and put a massive finger up to Flynn’s lips, which ended up being his entire face which only made Deans laughs deeper.
“Shhh, it's fine it's fine it was…cute.”
Flynn’s eyes widened and his humiliation only grew along with the redness of his cheeks and he hung his head down, kicking his legs a little helplessly in the air in a half assed attempt to free himself.
Deans grip on his bare waist tightened a little and he sucked in a gasp and looked up at the giant between his
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 8
Flynn woke up the next morning with that familiar sense of you not knowing where the hell you were because you're so used to seeing a familiar wall of a bedroom. The dread and realization came to him slowly, then all at once. The fact that he wasn't in his bed, then the fact that he was in fact on higher ground then his bed, then that this higher ground was mysteriously moving him up and down, and finally that it wasn't actually ground at all.
He froze.
Flynn’s immediate reaction was to whip out of bed, but he soon after realized that he couldn't move at all. His eyes traveled down, where he found a giant hand, smashed on top of him and reaching up to his chest and far past his feet. His tired, jumbled mind finally put the pieces together.
Aw hell, I'm on Dean’s chest, aren't I?’
Flynn’s face suddenly flushed a deep pink as Dean's chest slowly rose and fell, pressing him further against the hand and then back down. He couldn't even remember falling
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 7
"DAMMIT! I can't get any god damn sleep!” Dean groaned rather loudly, snapping Flynn out of the dozed nap he had just managed to fall into.
The human grit his teeth, running his fingers through his pink roots and groggily glanced  at the enormous alarm clock placed beside him. It hadn't even been five minutes since they got in bed.
Just waking up, he heard light mumbling behind his closed door through the hallway. The night staff were making their rounds, checking that all the doors were closed and no one was running away or dealing drugs or anything.
He rolled his eyes and flopped over on the other side of the bed, trying to ignore the obnoxious giant grumbling next to him. These sleeping arrangements were really starting to get on his last nerve.
.
Having his human sized bed propped up on the small table right next to Dean’s was not exactly the most convenient place to be, but it was the way the whole house had been designed.
‘The whole house doesn't
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 6
“Coping skills…” The group therapist began. She flicked a loose strand of blonde hair into her slick ponytail, flashing the group of teenagers a white smile.
She was awfully pretty… Flynn thought to himself platonically, tugging his knees up to his chest in the couch arm.
Too pretty to be throwing around smiles like that. He smiled a bit, tuning into what she had to say. Her fierce grey eyes traveled over the room, matching her tight button down blouse.
“…these are the things that we do to deal with events that stir intense emotions up for us. Healthy or unhealthy, we use them to cope through difficult times….”
Flynn’s eyes scanned the room at with other boys, mostly giants, and keeping very close attention to what she had to say. For obvious reasons. Eyes were not exactly trained on her mouth. He bit the side of his cheek.
He zoned out a little as he heard Dean yawn next to him, making him flinch. He glanced u
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 5
There was something breathtaking about being held by another person.
Flynn should have been scared. Terrified. Weak in his knees.
And he was all 3 of those things.
Oh, but being in his position, it wasn't like any other time he'd been lifted off his feet by a giant.
No, this time it was something completely and utterly terrifying and deliciously enthralling.
Flynn was standing there in that cold marble, reaching about Deans waist and craning his neck up and up to meet his piercing eyes. The way Dean licked his lips made him tremble.
He watched carefully as he gazed down at him, swallowing, and his eyes quickly traveling up and down Flynn’s body so swiftly you would've missed it if you blinked.
Should Flynn have followed his immediate instincts and either A. Beg for an excuse not to be held, or B. Run?  Yes.
Did he? No.
No, not at all, to be exact. Because here he was standing there about to be stolen away by Dean, who made his heart quiver and his stomach fall like rain, and
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt.4
Irony is a funny thing.
It had only been a few hours, but it seemed to be following Flynn everywhere he went.
And to make matters even better, the little episode with Dean was still racking against his head
He just couldn't seem to get that expression of Dean’s off of his mind. And surprisingly, it wasn't quite the grimace inducing gnarled smile he had originally been given that was bothering him. No, it was that slow change of expression, barely noticeable to the average eye, but in  Flynn’s position, dangled right in front of his face, it was hard not to.
His large, brown eyes had softened, slowly, replaced with an emotion Flynn could only describe as subtle fear. And who in their right mind would be afraid of a tiny human? The thoughts was nagging at him, feeling heavy in the pit of his stomach.
It wasn't just fear, however, but also a sign of gentleness, and one he couldn't quite put his finger on. Possibly... longing?
That's what put him off the most
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (g/t) pt. 3
Dazzling, glimmering, brighter than the sun
He sat and swam in deep blue cushions and thought with a deep blue mind.
Eyes soft like lavender and lips like rain
The sunset fading a cream colored rose into his hair.
Petals on his lips, sweet like candy.
Looking so small in the cup of his hand….

Dean couldn't help these thoughts snake their way into his brain as he looked down at this boy he'd never seen before, pinched between his fingers, and struggling to keep his facial expression hardened and a cynical smile to mask these words.
It infuriated him.
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There wasn't much to say about Dean Stonem.
Other than his own diagnosis, he had thought.
Narcissistic.
Anger management
Oppositional Defiancey
But a mind like a diamond, swimming with honey drenched words….

For what  he had lacked in his own harsh demeanor, he made up for his his crystal thoughts.
And standing there at his full, mind boggling height, one fist clenched at his side,  splattered with th
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Coping Skills and Peppermints pt.2 (G/t)
If Flynn could've been anymore blue in the face from sickness, he was sure he would simply morph into a smurf.
“And here, you'll find the bathroom. All of you boys share, but separated by species, of course. We wouldn't want anyone to be smushed!”
The infamous “I picked you up without your permission because I can” lady, formally known as Mrs. Cassell, informed him, flashing him a slightly yellow smile. He swallowed a cringe.
The past hour he'd been tossed and turned around, the on this way and that, peeing into little foggy drug cups and avoiding long glances from incoming giants, some covered in piercings and tattoos, and others curled up on a sofa, reading quietly or crying. Lovely.
The house seemed to be endless,  boys darting and yelling at every corner. He heard a crash from upstairs, followed by a stream of muffled curses. Flynn assumed they were having a free time, it being 4:00 in the afternoon.
The thing that troubled him the most was that he'd ba
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Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 1
Snap
Flynn tugged at the end of the blue hair tie around his wrist, stretching it away from his arm, then with a sudden release, it smacked against his wrist, painting a light red mark around the skin.
He didn't even wince.
He was used to this.
The car rumbled on, the gravel on the side of the road clinking against the metal of the vehicle, branches occasionally crushed in its wake. Every snap of a branch equaled the snap of a wristband. Blue was his favorite color.
I'm gonna hate it there….
I don't need it
I don't need it
I don't

Snap.
Flynn flicked his dyed pink hair out of his baby blue eyes, taking a glance out the thick glass of the car from the back seat. Two raindrops drizzled down the side. Maybe if he had decided to be a normal boy, none of this would've happened. He wouldn't be getting shipped off to some therapeutic “boarding school”, as his mom had told him.
It's not his fault he couldn't swallow.
“It's only for a few months, mah boy
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Held (Final Chapter)
One week later…
“Okay okay, you feel that rumbling? That means that Axel is coming. Now, what do we do when we hear that he is coming?”
I sat on my bed on the cupboard next to Seth's bed, Bronwyn curled up beside me. Her long bleach hair was tucked behind her ear, but a few strands shyly fell in front of her anxious eyes.
She glanced up at me briefly, then mumbled.
“We don't run away…” She said with a pout.
I grinned. “That's exactly right. We don't run away. Despite how obnoxious they can be.”
A finger poked me against my back and I swatted it off, only to return with three more and grip me around my side,  hoisting me into the air. I shrieked, still smiling, and turned around see my dorky grey eyed captor.
“Now come on, we're not all obnoxious. I would at least give myself a repetitive annoyance, but not quite obnoxious.”
I stuck my tongue tongue out at Seth, then looked back down to the
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Tales of Adam ch. 1
Chapter 1- School filled with giant morons....
It all started at the beginning of their senior year. They both went to a  bi-species school, consisting of both humans and giants. Adam, being a giant, never had a problem with this. Actually it was quite the opposite. He found humans rather cute.
They were so fascinating, so different from what he was used to. It took everything he had to resist from scooping them all up in his pockets and taking them home with him.
He knew he couldn't, though. He could barely admire humans as it was. First of all, having a giant even find a human relatively attractive was considered repulsive in some eyes. Most of the school shared the same opinion. The humans were rather skittish too. Barely any had taken interest in getting to know Adam. All except for one…
Leah. A new student that year. A new human student, witch bright blond  hair that fell just below her shoulders and big, deep auburn eyes.
His eyes were glued to her
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At that statement, my struggling became intense again. I trashed and squirmed away from him and away from this whole horrible situation, but it only made him grin, raising an eyebrow again with that chillingly amused expression plastered on his face.

He simply smiled watched me for several moments, dangling there helplessly between his two fingers until exhaustion over took me. How was all of this even possible? Just an hour ago I would've never dreamed of giant people existing, especially getting kidnapped by one. This couldn’t be real. It’s not logical!

Anger suddenly swelled up inside of me, swirled up in crippling fear, and I met his eyes and spat at him.

"You realize this is practically kidnapping right? I'm a person, I have rights. I have a home and a dad and sister. Please, let me go."

The smile never lifted from his face.  

In one swift movement, he stood up, the air around me rushing at his past and my head felt woozy. I quickly found myself back up to his face, the other hand stroking up and down my back. I tried to squirm away but he was relentless.

"Sorry, but I just can't help it. I've been searching for one of you for so long now. You're even teenier than I expected! You're all mine now."

"I'm nobody's."I spat.

He raised me up a little then with an entertained expression smeared onto his face, and shook me around a little bit, enough to startle me. I yelped and clutched the edges of his thumb, face paling. Oh god, don’t drop me.The giant then brought me even closer to his mouth, so close the air around me became dense and hot. I shivered.

"We'll see about that."

I continued to squirm and started to scream with a newfound rage and strength, hoping somebody somewhere would hear. Even the mysterious neighbors would be a salvation.

He ignored me and instead pulled something out from behind him, attached to a belt I didn't see before. I got a glimpse of the watch I had seen earlier, beginning to glow with a radiant white hue.

He held a glass jar in front of me, a little under double my height. I swallowed.

"Now then, would you prefer the jar, or my pocket?"

"Bite me."  

"Suit yourself."

My face drained of color and he snickered, placing the jar back around his belt.

"Again, I don't eat humans."

A new wave of nausea suddenly hit me then, the entirely unbelievable situation occurring around me faster than I could process and pulsing against my skull. This was all too much, it had to be just a bad dream, it had to. I bit my lip down hard and winced as I tasted a metallic taste. Blood. A sharp pain ran through the soft skin.

Nope, not a dream.

In horror, I watched as the monster suddenly began to lower me down to what looked like his shirt pocket. Overwhelmed with fear again I began a whole new series of squirms and struggles. Being trapped in that pocket sealed my fate. Who knows if I'd ever be found?

"Well, since you prefer to be difficult..."

In one swift movement, he released the grip on my waist and I was plummeting down into his shirt pocket, landing with an uncomfortable "oomf!" on the dark, uneven surface.
I instantly began attempting to claw my way out, but to no avail.

"...Shirt pocket it is. And as a matter of fact, I kinda like you more down there."

I yelped as I saw the opening of the pocket open above me, the giant’s face peering into it. I shrunk back into the furthest corner of the fabric, whimpering slightly. He was just so big.

"Now I can feel your little body wriggling around in there." He chuckled.

Infuriated and humiliated, I began to try to grip the sides of the pocket one more time to hoist myself up, but of course I flipped back down. It was just too deep.

"Aww, that's cute, you think you can escape. Yeah, good luck with that one."

He released the top of the pocket and I felt a finger press on me from outside the pocket, smushing me against his chest with a shriek. My face reddened as I felt another chuckle vibrate through the pocket.

How could he be so nonchalant and happy when he was literally kidnapping a person? Maybe he was some sick, twisted, demented monster who liked nothing more than to instill horror in the lives of 17 year old girls.

Where was he taking me?

“Now hold on tight, wouldn't want you falling out in between portals. Ooooh, that'd be ugly.”

My eyes widened and I clutched the fabric for support as I suddenly felt the giant moving, taking booming steps and rustling the trees below us. I stiffened. Did he say portal?That was when it really set in.

I was being captured. By a fictional creature. To another dimension.

In overwhelming defeat, I slunk back down into one of the far corners of the pocket, pushing my knees up to my chest and hugging my arms tight around me, trying to ignore the jolts and rumbles from the giant's steps. My ears perked as I heard a flash, identical to the one I had heard earlier. Before I had been taken...

I glanced up and saw the white light again, glaring harshly through the opening. And as soon as it was there, it was gone again. My stomach knotted.

How could I ever get back home?

Part of me was desperate to climb my way up and see where the hell we even were, but the other part of me was tied up with fear, wanting nothing more than to just stay curled up and forget that any of this had ever happened. But it did.

It felt hopeless.

The steps tremored on, never seeming to stop. I suddenly found my skin crawling, a new cold seeping through the fabric. I shivered and curled up tighter, turning away from the opening. It almost felt like it was winter here, wherever the hell we were. I bit my lip and tried to hold back tears, but I couldn't help it anymore. Thick hot tears streamed down my cheeks, not knowing if I'd ever be able to go back home. To see my dad and sister again.

Oh gosh, they'd be worried sick.

I sniffled and sloppily wiped my face with my sleeve. That monster couldn't see me cry. I wouldn't let him.I would find a way to escape, no matter what.

Just when I thought that this ride would never end, I heard keys jumble into a lock, then a click and the opening of a door. I froze, beginning to tremble again. Heavy footsteps rumbled against thick wooden floors.

“We’re hoooome.” The giant voice above me sing-songed, filling my gut with tremors.

Home. This couldn't be my new home. It wasn't. I'd never let it be.

I clenched my jaw tight as the footsteps continued, every quiver of the ground relieving more and more of my face of color.
Another door swung open and shut just as quickly, the fumbling of keys echoing from the room as the door locked. A pang hummed in my chest.

I suddenly wished I had paid more attention to the trek here instead of zoning out. Familiarizing myself with the sounds and atmosphere could help guide me to escape.

Shit.

I felt the giant crash into a seat, adjusting for a moment before letting out a peaceful sigh. Clutching onto the fabric for balance, I stiffened.

“Alrighty, out you go…”

To my horror the pocket flap opened above me, the view quickly shaded by those two fingers that had snatched me earlier, and I squirmed away with all my might, frantic at the thought of being dangled helplessly in front of that thing.

“Ooh, you're a feisty little one. Now just come on…”

In one quick movement the two digits seized me by the waist, and I shrieked as they dragged me out from the place I originally dreaded but now was more desperate than ever to return to.
In a matter of seconds I was there again, hanging in front of that stupid face and utterly humiliated. To my relief, he held me further away from his face than last time, and I quickly absorbed the entirety of his features.

Deep blue eyes decorated in a mass of chocolate curls, his nose slim and sleek, almost elvish and his lips seeming to be always painted in that sarcastic smirk. He had a small scar running though his eyebrow, probably barely noticeable to most but from my perspective. A tad of his ear poked out from beneath the ocean of brown, and I saw metal glint. I had never seen a guy with a cartilage piercing. I subconsciously wondered if he had any more, but didn’t care enough to dwell on it. Screw him and his big, stupid giant piercings.

Surprisingly, seeing him for who he was in full settled a sick, confused feeling in my stomach.
He looked so…human. Even looked my age. There was nothing about him that could really differ between us.

Except his size.


His humanity drained as quickly as it had come, though, his words jolting me back into reality.

“Welcome to your new home. Maybe now that we’re not out in the open, we can get to know each other a little better.”

I shrunk back at his words, not quite adjusted to the giant mouth and all my fighting energy gone. I wanted to scream, kick, fling myself at him. This wasn't my new home. I had a home, and I wanted to screech that at him from the top of my lungs until I couldn't scream anymore. He wasn't like me, despite his looks. He was a giant person. A kidnapper. A monster.

But fear does things to people, and in that moment fear left words swirling deep in my throat and an iron cage locked tight around them. I was itching to earn back that fiery attitude that had swelled up inside me earlier, but the gravity of everything was crashing on me once again, and it took everything in me not to curl up away from him and cry myself dry.

He dangled me around a little bit then again and I yelped, a tightness in my throat pushing. Dontcrydontcrydontcry.

Helloooo, earth to human, do you copy?”

I bit my lip to resist the water pooling up in my eyes, and looked down at the ground, which I realized to be a desk. A freaking giant desk. I knew that of I took one more glance at him, I'd lose it all together. Silent treatment it was.

I heard him sigh and I flinched, the warm air washing over me. It smelled like honey and lavender…

“Oh, the silent treatment. I see how it is.”

He chuckled, completely unmoved by my obvious miserable state. He flicked a blond strand of hair away from my face with a finger and I recoiled slightly, biting down on my cheek hard.

“Let's see, how can I get such a little thing like you to pipe up?” I flinched again as his words swam over me with warm dense air. I felt him raise me up to eye level and I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to look at him.
I could feel his heavy gaze, how my image was drowning in the blue of those eyes. I wondered what I looked like, then. Just a disheveled girl only a few inches tall in comparison, straggly blonde hair and a terrified expression permanently planted on her face. I must have looked pathetic.

I felt the finger again press against the side of my head, stroking almost gently in an attempt to coax me into speaking. The touch, however, only made me want to cry more. I winced as the finger trailed underneath my chin and pushed up, forcing my face towards him, grip on my waist tightening.

“Look at me.”

I remained still, eyes unmoving.

“Guess you leave me no other choice. Hey, do humans taste any good?”

My heart instantly kicked into overdrive as I felt myself moving closer towards his mouth, the air getting hotter and thicker around me. I didn't care if he said he didn't eat humans. He could've been lying, and I wasn't about to take that chance.

“Wait!”

My eyes flew open to face a giant mouth, immediately making me want to shut them again. It crept into a slow smile and I trembled he brought me away from his mouth and up to eye level again. But this time, I had to look.

“God, I didn’t know you humans were so gullible.” He audibly laughed then, the ear splitting noise startling me at first. I noticed dimples digging into his cheeks for the first time. My face grew hot as I watched the giant laugh at me, drowning me in that honey lavender scent and wanting more than anything to just be put down. He soon calmed down and looked at me the same way you'd look at a brand new puppy. My stomach rolled. I couldn't take being held up like this anymore.
“Can you please put me down?” I whimpered, just above a whisper.

To my surprise, I felt myself being lowered down, and relief kicked in my chest as my feet soon felt solid ground. I landed clumsily on the desk, not used to actually standing on my own, and fell again onto my backside. My bruise made me wince.
I heard another chuckle from above me and looked up, instantly knotting my stomach. I shot up into a standing position as I gazed up and up at the giant red tee shirt to the face peering down at me, feeling smaller than ever. Every inch of me screamed run.

I quickly stumbled backwards to distance myself, and shrieked as a hand came darting out behind me to block me from going any further. My back pressed against the soft flesh for a brief second before I darted away from it, only to have another hand come swooping in front of me, but this time it grabbed me, earning another scream from me as I was captured in a fist of warm skin. I began squirming and struggling at the grasp, but it was no use. My arms were trapped in the massive hand, and only the top half of my torso and my head stood out. The hand squeezed me playfully a couple times and I wriggled, trying to free myself. I heard the giant “tsk tsk tsk” from above me.

“Now then, that's not doing a very good job of behaving now, is it? And quit squirming, it tickles.”

With one last struggle, I drooped over dejectedly, knowing deep down I had no real chance of escape at the moment. I saw him look at the watch on his other hand, then yawn tiredly, smacking his lips a little afterwards. I winced.

“Well, if you aren't gonna cooperate today, we’ll just have to get to know each other tomorrow.”

I watched him reach behind him and pull out that jar from earlier,  and my stomach crumbled. He placed it with a heavy thud on the desk, and I shrieked and struggled again as I felt myself being dangled over the jar. I couldn't be trapped for the night in a freaking jar. But to my horror, the hand lowered me into the glass and released me thoughtlessly, trapping me in the clear prison. I yelped as a hand clasped the jar and raised it up to his face, eyes peering in at my pathetic form in the glass. He gave the jar a couple shakes, smiling in at me as I fumbled around the edges.
“There. Should be comfortable in there for the night. I'd stick you back in my pocket, but I wouldn't want to accidentally roll over and squish you.”
He snickered again and I slumped over, pushing my knees up to my chest and pressing as far away from the glass facing him as I could, lowering my face. Something fell into the jar and I yelped, whipping my head up to find the intruder. It took me a second to absorb the sight. Three white balls of something soft that looked like cotton, bigger than my torso, and several long sleeves of white. Are these…cotton balls and tissues?

Everything was so big around me, I could feel my head pounding trying to adapt to the new surroundings. Just a few hours ago I had been safe and sound in the woods. In my own home. And now… I didn't even know where I was.

Or if I'd ever even get back.

I wanted to slap myself for going in the woods today. Me and my stupid curiosity. What was I thinking? Feeling drawn to the woods? It sounded more and more stupid the longer I thought about it.
This couldn't be why my father didn't let me back there…was it?
No. No way in hell my dad new about some freaking giants from another world on our backyard.


Oh god, I sounded crazy.
Thorns (G/t) Chapter 3
ahhhh here we go! i almost forgot to post this tonight i'm supposed to be studying for trig oops

A bit of a longer chapter, but hey, whythehecknot ;w;

Isnt he just the jerkiest jerk in the history of giant jerks


tbh Id still take Rose's place tho~


Tell me what you think!
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My heart and head began racing and spinning a mile a minute as I ever so slowly stood up, shaking from head to toe and utterly unable to tear my gaze from the terrifying spectacle in front of me. The creature’s shaggy brown hair was still tumbled downwards at the watch-like contraption on his wrist. I couldn't quite make out a face.

'J-just walk away slowly. Yeah. That's the best thing to do. This never happened. That thing never happened.'

It felt as though my whole body was buzzing, standing so closely to that skyscraper of a person as I carefully began walking backwards, clutching the plants next to me for support. My stomach knotted tightly beneath my ribs.

'Slowly.....slowly...You’re so close…so close to the fore-'

My whole world suddenly slammed on top of me as my foot caught in between to prickly branches just outside the woods, and with a loud shriek I fell back down, definitely bruising something. My luck.

I yelped and quickly clutched my hand to my mouth, beating myself up for screwing up such a simple escape. My chest felt like it would burst as I watched with wide, panicked eyes as the giant's head shot up almost instantly, scanning the ground at the noise I had made.

Everything froze. A whimper escaped my lips and I trembled so hard I felt as though I would crumble as his gaze painfully slowly examined the array of disheveled plants, until his eyes landed right on me.  

The impact of my eyes meeting his was practically enough to knock the wind out of me.

I was too stunned too move. Too terrified and absolutely baffled to do anything but sit there, quivering uselessly and unable to look away from his powerful gaze.
I clutched my hand over my mouth harder, shaking and watching as the creature’s eyes widened, and felt sick to my stomach as I saw a smile slowly curl onto his face. This couldn't be happening.


"There you are."


I didn't have time to worry about such a weird statement, his voice barely above a whisper but still managing to rumble all around me and through my spine. But it still put a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach, and to my absolute horror I froze, too stunned and petrified to get my legs to move.

My stomach turned over and over as he continued to smile, not quite menacingly, but not friendly enough for him to necessarily be the "big friendly giant". It was almost as if he had found something he'd been looking for. Found me.

I tightened the grip on my mouth tighter, trembling as he took a step towards me, almost in slow motion as the enormous foot, crashed down on the earth, the impact reverberating the entire field. I flinched violently and that was my breaking point, letting about another scream through my clenched palm as it hit the ground, and still unable to flee.

I could feel his eyes instantly flick to mine again, still high above the trees and barely in my vision, and I quivered in fear and in awe as my nails bit into my palms to keep from losing it as he transitioned from a standing position to kneeling. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and tried to ignore the vigorous rumbles of the weight hitting the ground like an earthquake, the transition never seeming to end.

When all the movement finally stopped I ever so slowly opened my eyes, and my breath got caught deep in my throat, terror gripping every part of me. He was right there.

The jean clad kneecaps only mere feet away from me, followed up and up by a thick, dusty red tee shirt like a skyscraper, and then that face, looking way to human for comfort, decorated by a mass of dark brown curls.

I felt as if I would faint.

He's smile widened, making me feel sick to my stomach as a hand, an enourmous hand that could easily swallow me whole, slowly came towards me, and my eyes widened even further.

"Aww, c'mere little one."


I snapped.


I instantly shot up from my seating position, legs now blissfully fully functioning again, and without much thought at all I made a break for it.

I sprinted towards the direction of the woods, heart drumming against my ribcage and blood pumping in my ears as I heard the giant shift behind me.

"Aw, come onnnn. Don't be like that..." His voice erupted, now at full volume and pressing me further towards the expanse of trees, sprinting with a strength I didn't know I had, the fresh bruise on my back pulsing.

Just as I was reaching through the trees and I come through, I heard a chuckle, settling deep inside me with a sick twist. I paused, terrified.  

"That's adorable..."

Without any warning, I felt pressure hit my back, something gripping the back of my hoodie. I yelped and desperately tried to run forwards, but it was no use. I was being held firm in my place, the back of my jacket stretching pathetically.

"...You thought an itty bitty thing like you could outrun me."

Another chuckle rumbled from above me, more amused than dark humored, and just as if this nightmare wouldn't ever end, I began to be dragged back. Shitshitshitshit! I cried out again, kicking my legs fiercely in an attempt to free myself, but in a matter of seconds my feet couldn’t find the ground. My face paled.


Shit.


My stomach flopped as I was quickly hoisted up into the air.

I instantly screamed again and began struggling, desperate to be free of his grip, trying to maneuver myself out of my hoodie as I felt myself whirl through the air.. A drop like this would probably be better than whatever the monster behind me had planned. But again, it was no use.

I continued to squirm and struggle as I was soon nearly 50 terrifying feet up in the air, the giant person still kneeling on the ground. Being held up by only my shirt from this height wasn't sitting well with me. I looked down in a panic at the ground so far down from where I was, making my brain feel like goo. Another giant hand filled my vision below me, and I screamed one last time as the grip on my hoodie was released and I went plummeting down onto the fleshy, warm surface.

Pressure immediately clasped all around me, filling my chest with thick, warm air and I gasped as my vision became abruptly clouded in darkness. Hot flesh crowded all around me and I squirmed, anxious to escape the cramped space.

Light suddenly erupted from above me and I squinted, blinking as the space around me unraveled and cool air washed over me. The relief was tangible.

"Well aren't you just the littlest thing?"

Any ounce of relief I had instantly drained cold from my body and I froze, looking up at a mind bogglingly giant face, enormous baby blue eyes bigger than my entire head peeing down at me endearingly. Once again, without any warning the other hand snatched me back up, dangling me between his pointer finger and his thumb, pressing against my back and stomach. The impact of the digit against my bruise made me wince.

My chest thudded and I trembled, all my fighting instincts gone and instead replaced with red hot fear. I squirmed uncomfortably, a whimper climbing its way into my throat and the hair on the back of my neck standing at attention. I shut my eyes, squinting as hard as I could.Please just be a dream. Some horrible, demented dream… I opened them again, and my bones crumbled.

He was still smiling, a little softer this time, his white smile outlined by full, pink lips. I imagined those teeth...how much they could chew and destroy...

Oh god, would he eat me?

Tears instantly welled up in my eyes, but I sucked them back in, refusing to give this monster that power over me. Maybe he just wanted to get a closer look at me? There was still hope I could get home safe and sound and sleep off this whole nightmare. I sure was never going in these woods again.

With all the courage built up that I could muster, I squeaked out a few words.

"P-please put me down. I-i don't t-taste good I swear."

My eyes filled up with tears again and the giant raised a slick eyebrow at me, making me shrink back. His lips curled into a smirk.

"Ha, as if I'd ever eat you. You're so teeny, you'd barely make a dent."

He chuckled again at his own comment and I cowered away wincing, his mouth way too close for comfort. He must have noticed my quite obvious discomfort because then he quickly added.

"Plus, eating you people isn't really my slice of pie. Or really anyone's, for that matter. That's disgusting."

I wish that had made me relieved, but it really only washed me in a whole new wave of fear. If he didn't want to eat me, what did he want?

I shrieked suddenly as he raised me up to meet his eyes exactly, looking at me in wonder. As I reflex I began thrashing and squirming, pressing my palms against the finger gripping my stomach to no avail.

"You know, the struggling only makes you cuter. It's not gonna help your case."

I froze, my face flushing red. Not out of flattery, but out of embarrassment. He spoke to me like I was a little toy or something. Like calling a hamster cute, not a human being.  

"P-please let me go." I attempted to demand, but it came out more like a petrified whisper.

The giant clicked his tongue, shaking his head and shifting his position on the ground, so that he was propped up against the ground with one arm, legs bent out in front of him. He smiled again and my heart sunk.

"No can do, little one. We haven't seen a human here in years. Well, I haven't. I've never seen one, actually. My dad has, but he stopped looking years ago. I’ve been waiting far too long to just let you go."

What did he mean by…hes been waiting?

He grinned excitedly and ruffled my hair, disgruntling me further as his statement put a sinking feeling deep in my gut.


Oh no....


"You're coming with me."
Thorns (G/t) Chapter 2
poor lil Rosebud ;-(

what do you all think of this giant so far ehehehehehehhe
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“Y-you're gonna what?” Flynn sputtered out, quickly absorbing the words the blue haired giant was telling him. Dean, he…he wanted to move past level one. He wanted to follow him. But…but he hadn't done that in months! At least that's what Abigail had said.

Dean swung his legs over the bed and Flynn yelped, stumbling around in his hand briefly before the movements stopped and a sly grin smiled down on him. He stiffened.

“You heard me.” Dean stated devilishly, his voice deepening at the end.

The excitement fizzing up like apple cider in Dean's chest only continued to grow as he looked down at the pink haired human in his hand, cupping him around tighter in the base of his palm. He saw Flynn flinch and reach out for the edges of Dean's palm for balance and to no avail, and he felt that familiar pang in his stomach as he watched him.

He suddenly didn't care if it made Flynn uncomfortable. He didn't care if the human would do anything he could to escape Dean. He wasn't going to let that happen. Flynn…

Deans eyes narrowed in on the boy cupped in his hand, still staring up at him with wide split blue eyes flashing with thousands of emotions. His heart turned over between his ribs and he smirked, swallowing.

…He couldn't let him go. He had to figure the kid out.

The monster inside of him began to rip through his chest, fumbling with his stomach and baring its fangs in Dean's mind. The overbearing, protective, and controlling thing that craved every inch of Flynn, the one that didn't care what anyone else wanted. All he knew and all he cared about was making Flynn his to hold onto. Only his.
At least until he figured out what made Flynn so prominent in the crevices of his mind.

So lovely, so fragile,
The way he slipped in so perfectly between his fingers,
The way he drowned in the rivers of blue spilling in his irises.
It made him want to melt between the waves of colors…


“SUNSET. YOU HAVE 3 MINUTES TO GET OUT HERE!”

“Shit…” Dean grumbled, still upset his morning was coming to an end. He couldn't help but bitterly notice the relieved expression that sparked on Flynn’s face, knowing that soon he would have to be released. Running his fingers through his short hair and frowning, he stubbornly plopped the human back onto the bedside table, standing up to his full height off the bed. Sighing, he walked away from the table and to a dresser on the other side of the room, yanking out a few pairs of clothing without much thought as he reached the drawer.

Flynn stumbled as he suddenly was practically dropped onto the table, mind spinning at the sudden change in Dean’s attitude. What the hell? He watched Dean stand up, his stomach turning as the giant stretched himself off the bed, his face fading higher and higher above him until he was level with Deans thin white tee shirt covered hips.  A layer of skin right below his boxers was peeking out, the V of his hip bones bulging through the shirt. Flynn swallowed, looking down and nailing his gaze to his own socked feet as heat grew across his face, hearing the giant walk away from the bed towards the dresser. No, snap out of it. You're not gonna like Dean you're not gonna like Dean you're not gonna-

“You might want to start getting dressed there, unless you'd like me to help you with that.”

Flynn flicked his gaze back up and almost gasped, stretching his neck up and up to meet Deans face, already back from the side of the room. He hadn't even noticed him coming back. Dean’s pelvis was pressed against the table, leaning menacingly over the human. It was practically a 90 degree angle up to Dean’s face. Red hot pressure built furiously in Flynn’s gut and he reeled back, covering his bare chest with an arm. One of Dean’s hands lay haphazardly on the table mere feet away from Flynn, ready to grab him in any moment.

“N-no, I think I'm okay.” Flynn sputtered, desperately trying to hide his flustered he was. He did so poorly, which only seemed to excite Dean more.

“Fine. Suit yourself, then.”

Everything in Dean’s system, the dirtily delicious desires building up in his groin wanted to simply snatch the human back up and feel his bare skin against his fingers. Struggling in his hand as Dean absorbed the sweet cinnamon smell of his hair, the way he looked at him not in quite in complete fear but in overwhelming curiosity and awe. His hand twitched with need, but he resisted, instead pressing his hips further against the table and smirking down at an extremely flustered Flynn. He had never had so much fun in his life.
Teasing Flynn, tempting himself, feeling control flood thorough his veins like lava as he watched Flynn melt under his gaze. It was practically intoxicating. Pausing, he tossed the clothes in his hand onto the table next to him, and a sly smirk stretched across his face, his eyes darkening with playfulness. Flynn noticed this and gulped, the hairs on the back of his hairs standing on end.

“Don't mind if I do so myself.”

It wasn't until Flynn saw Dean reach for the ends of his tee, staring Flynn right in the eye that he realized he was about to witness a giant striptease.

Oh holy hell.

Slowly, dragging on like syrup oozed out of glass, Dean’s grip on the tee shirt tightened and he began to unravel it up…and up…Flynn tried to look away, desperate and confused and wanting anything than to be there shaken to the core by some giant trying to get to his head. But a smaller part of him wanted this more than anything. He squashed that side.

Flynn felt his limbs turn to jelly as Dean finally tugged the entirely of that poor shirt over his head, revealing his enormous, thick tan chest. Hip ones stretched up into his sides, bulging at the sides slightly before trailing into a toned ribcage and up to his collar bones, thick and prominent, like massive branches curving into the cups of his shoulders. And it was so…big

The moment seemed to stretch on for days, weeks, years, but really it had only occurred in a matter of dirty little seconds. The first thing Flynn felt was an overwhelming intimidation. There was nothing he could do to stop Deans little charades like this, and he was torn between two immense and dangerous urges: one, to run and hide from him, to distract himself with anything besides Deans and his chocolate eyes and his Christmas smell and his weird desire to strip, and instead move up level by level and forget he ever existed. Two, however, was to fall into this trap, the once that twisted him into crawling towards his face and touching his lips, the one that remembered the strange softness of Dean’s touch yesterday. God only knew what he could do.
To his relief, Dean snatched back up a shirt from the bed he had tossed later, slipping the new black fabric over his head and disgruntling his short blue hair. It hung tight around his thick frame, tugging at his stomach and chest. The dark smirk never left his face.

“Well, I've done my part. You sure a little thing like you doesn't need some help?” He purred haughtily, flicking his gaze over to the suitcase that had been placed near the bed. Clothes were already laid out on top of it, which he had placed last night. Without saying a word, Flynn startled and shuffled over to the bed, reaching for a long sleeve navy blue sweater. He glanced back briefly, still shaky from Dean’s previous performance, to see if the giant was still watching him.

He was.

Go figure.

Sighing and knowing there was nothing he could do to distract Dean from something else, he slipped the soft sweater over his head, tugging on yesterday's jeans that had been tossed onto the ground, er, table. Dean was already tugging on a pair of jeans behind him, the loud clench of a zipper piercing behind him. Flynn stiffened, plucking up his thick rimmed glasses off of the mini table next to his bed that never got slept in.

Why why why, god, w h y does Dean have to be like this… He thought to himself exasperated, already exhausted and not even an hour into the day yet. He slipped the glasses sloppily onto his face. Maybe if he could just sit down for one moment-

“SUNSET! OUT NOW.”

Flynn didn't even have time to think.
In a matter on milliseconds, something brushed his side and he gasped. A finger, then two, then three and a thumb curled around his frame and pressed against his stomach and back. Flynn’s eyes widened and he instantly began struggling, more so instinct than an actual fear of being picked up. Not againnnn… Flynn groaned to himself as he continued to squirm. He heard a chuckle rumble from behind him and in a pinch, he was hoisted up into the air.

Dean grinned as he heard the staff’s voice outside, and he couldn't honestly say those words had ever made him smile. But today was different. Today he had this tiny little human squirming around in his palm, which was way to cute for his own good. Today he was going to go past level one. All he had to do was not KO anybody today…

That was no fun.

But it was going to be worth it. He thought to himself as he gathered up Flynn in his hand, rolling him around a little bit to get a better look. He met Flynn’s face for a second and had to resist the urge to snicker. He looked so peeved. It was a delightfully refreshing difference from the usual terror that flashed across his face when picked up like that.

“Off we go.”

And with another devilish smirk, he cupped Flynn close to his chest protectively and stepped over to the door, twisting the knob to meet the mass of troubled teens in the hallway of hell.  
Flynn shrieked a little as he felt himself thrust against Deans chest, still awkwardly cupped in his fingers but instead they were partially pressed against the black fabric, creating some kind of weird balcony. The overwhelming pine scent wafted all around the human curled up in Dean’s hand, desperately trying to gain his footing despite the thundering footsteps and uneven surface. He could hear the giant thu-thump of Dean’s heartbeat, creating an uneven rhythm with the boom of his footsteps. Giving up trying to peep out of the hand, he slumped over against the chest, letting the hand wrap around him a little tighter and gripping clumps of tee shirt to keep steady.

Dean felt Flynn struggle against his chest and he smiled, thundering through the hallways past the others, who were eyeing him carefully and keeping their distance as they all traveled downstairs for breakfast. Every other day they had gym in the morning, then breakfast, but today thankfully it was a weekend so they could all eat in peace. Other giants paused cautiously as Dean passed, but he noticed their gazes transition from the usual fear and intimidation to the grip he had in his chest, furrowing their eyebrows at him. They were probably wondering how Dean hadn’t killed Flynn get, and most likely pitying the poor thing.. He protectively gripped the human tighter.  

Fuckers.

Once downstairs, Dean collapsed into one of the dining room tables, which the stairs immediately led to. Beside it was the kitchen, where the smell of cheaply microwaved eggs and bacon spread throughout the house. He was the first one at the dining room. All the others were way too scared to sit down before him after Dean’s first week here, where someone took his seat at the very end of the bench and he gleefully proceeded to beat the shit out of him. That kid was gone now. Poor Tyler.

Dean uncurled his hand from his chest, nudging the human back into his palm so he didn't fall to his death, or worse, his lap again. Dean smiled to himself. Personally, he wouldn't really mind the second one.
But now was not the time for fun and games, he reminded himself. His therapist would be here later tonight, and at much as he hated that assclown Gary, he had to be good all day so he could give the OK to level 2.

He looked down at Flynn, who was staring up at him with wide, slightly frightened eyes, and that familiar light pang of guilt hit Deans chest for scaring him. But it was for his own good. He’d keep him safe from the other psychos in this joint…

~

Christ, this guy was a psycho!
Flynn exclaimed to himself exhaustedly, still recovering from being plucked up out of nowhere and smushed once again against Dean’s damn chest. Dean’s seeming fascination with him, the way he held him like no one else was even allowed to look in his own direction, the way he brought him up to his eyes just a tad too close and looked just a tad too long… it boggled his mind. Flynn was constantly forgetting that he had only been here for a day, that just yesterday his mom, with her angry scruffy blonde hair and slightly smeared mascara shipped him off to hell on a hill, sipping her coffee and trying to look sad. His heart rolled in his ribs. Dean was more protective of him than his own mother, and he was borderline abusive.

Flynn flinched as he had felt himself moved away from the dark fabric, a flood of cold air replacing the previous intense body heat and pine that had seeped into him. His eyes instantly found Dean’s, fumbling around in the creases of his rough palm before noticing that the giant had never taken his eyes off of him. His own bright blue eyes widened, still not adjusted to being held like this…to everything and everyone being so big. It was enough to send involuntary tremors all through his spine, as cool and crisp as the peppermints in Dean’s pockets. Flynn watched in awe as Dean’s full lips slightly parted, completely ignoring the wave of teens flowing into the room and taking their seats. His dark eyes glimmered, lips parting into a soft smirk as he stretched out one of the fingers that was behind him and rubbed against the human. Flynn winced, and scooted away, feeling overwhelmed, but just like yesterday, of course that didn't stop him.

“Careful there, or Dean here might just choose to eat you for breakfast instead.”

Flynn jumped as another giant, one he hadn't seen before crashed dangerously into the bench right beside Dean, his shaggy surfer blonde hair dancing over green, teasing eyes. The joke, however, did little to humor him. Dean immediately stiffened and Flynn instantly came to the conclusion that the two were not friends. Well, he knew Dean didn't really have any friends here, but this was more so . Flynn squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly even more frightened being trapped in Dean’s hand than he was before.

“Careful there, or I might beat your ass.”

Flynn’s eyes widened as the blonde haired giant just laughed, simply slapping Dean on the shoulder as he relaxed in the seat, swinging both of his legs over the bench. The shoulder tensed angrily and unconsciously Dean’s hand lowered, giving Flynn a means of escape which he quickly took advantage of.

Dean watched as the human stumbled off of his hand anxiously, creating a “safe” distance between them. That douchebag giant Reed snickered next to him, obviously amused that what he had said had gotten to Flynn. On any other day, Reed would already be on the floor, nose bloody and head busted, but despite the red hot hanger boiling in Dean’s blood, he simply had to bitterly clench his fists.
However, he still wasn't too keen on letting Flynn slip away like that. That dick Reed wasn't going to stop him from doing what he wanted. He reached out a hand above Flynn, ready to pluck him back up mostly just to prove a point. A growl burned in his throat and he snatched back up the now terrified looking human, just about to bring the startled little thing up to his face when a voice rang out.

Gooooodmorning Sunset!” A shrilly voice pierced the air, belonging to a stumpy blonde staff named Cathy. Dean grunted and lowered his hand back down, still angrily trapping Flynn in his fists despite his struggles. Flynn couldn't try to get away that easily. He wouldn't let it happen just because of some dick.

“I hope all you boys slept well!”
A series of bored mumbles of “yes, yes we did.” followed, and Cathy grinned her toothy smile, continuing.

“Today we have eggs, toast, and bacon for breakfast. Isn't that just marvelous?”

“Yeah, real enthralling. I'm shaking.” Dean mumbled loudly, earning a few chuckles from the other tables. Flynn couldn't help the small smile that spread across his cheeks, resisting a light laugh despite his current rather uncomfortable arrangements. Cathy’s forced grin quivered, desperately trying to look cheery but obviously unnerved by Dean’s remark. Her eyes suddenly narrowed in on the human trapped in his fist and he stiffened. Shit.

“Ahem.” She cleared her throat, gesturing to Flynn in an inaudible way of saying “put him the hell down.” Flynn turned his neck to look up at Dean with wide, pleading eyes

Please don't make a scene please don't make a scene… Flynn begged to himself, propping his hands carefully on the edges of Dean’s fist and already imagining the poor souls that would be victim to Dean’s fury.
He watched carefully as several emotions and conflicting ideas flashed across Dean’s face, looking down at Flynn at with with angry, determined eyes to hold onto him, but then a strange thing happened. A sense of need mixed with resistance sparked in his expression and in a flash, he released his grip, sending the human fumbling onto the wooden table. Flynn caught his breath, catching his balance on his hands and knees with his hands as a realization suddenly struck him.

The only reason Dean was complying…was because he really was going to try to get to level 2.

He glanced up at the buff giant, his elbow now propped up on the table beside Flynn and holding his head grumpily in his hand. The giant next to him was still snickering under his breath, and Cathy had an expression of shock mixed with pride at taming the beast.
Flynn sighed and lowered his head, letting his hair fall sloppily in front of his tired eyes and desperately wishing with everything in him that he could've just come to Sunset, been a goodlittleboy, and gotten the hell out of here. But no, he had to be victim to this person, to this giant that both shook him to the core and melted the wires entwined in his ribs. It was then that he realized this had been the longest Flynn had gone without snapping the blue hairtie around his wrist.

Probably because every second here so far with Dean constantly hovered over him, the ghost of his fingers wrapped around his frame, the peppermint fragrance swirling and twisting his tongue, was already just as shocking and intoxicating as the snap of the band.

And the whole house noticed too, Flynn realized as he took deep, shaky breaths, still on his hands and knees and flicking his gaze over to the other tables. Other than the blonde, the rest of the boys were staring wide eyed, jaws slack from Dean to the staff, and back to Dean, hardly believing what had just happened. Dean, the known house bad boy, the one who didn't talk to anybody unless it was a threat, and the one that all the staff shivered behind, had just submitted to authority with the flick of his hand. All the staff were frozen in their places, waiting for Dean to yell “psych!” and punch someone in the face. But none of that happened.

In that room on that day, history was made. The blue haired giant was sitting there, forcing himself to stay calm and keeping one of his hands protectively close to the boy toppled onto the table.
He was simply remaining quiet, keeping his gaze set on nothing in the room besides that table, where the human that had involuntarily started it all lay, the very catalyst for Dean’s newfound passion to breathe.
Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 10
A little Dean and Flynn for all you amazing people who've been missing these crazy kids~

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Something was different today.

I could feel it welling up in my bones.

I was staring out from our sunroom at the edge of the house facing the backyard, the walls entirely made up of windows, and that's when I felt it. This stirring in my ribs, all this built up energy that was pushing me towards....the woods.

Why the woods? I had never traveled back there...well not completely. When I was younger my little 5 year old feet had managed to crawl themselves over the fence in a spur of exploration, only to be stopped by my dads arms before my legs had hit the ground.

"You can never go back there, Rose." He had told me.

"It's forbidden property. You wouldn't want to get yelled at by the neighbors, would you?"

My chubby toddler cheeks quickly nodded, terrified of the mysterious neighbors my dad had always told me about above the hill next to us that owned those woods. He smiled with relief, pushing blonde hair away from my eyes.
I had never met them, and I never really wanted too.

But here I was, staring into the expanse of green and I felt myself walking upstairs towards my room, shedding my pajama shorts in exchange of thick black leggings and shoving a grey sweatshirt over my head. It had a cartoon moose on it.

"One little exploration wouldn't hurt...right? Dad and Liz are gone anyway..."

I whispered to myself, tugging on a pair of black combat boots.
The house as just me, my younger sister, who was just 16, barely a year younger than myself, being 17, and my dad. Both of them were having one of those "daddy/daughter" dates and wouldn't be back until tomorrow.
It had practically always been just us.
I didn't remember my mom.

I looked into my mirror at myself, tugging a loose strand of blonde hair behind my ear.
Everyone says I have her eyes. Grayish green. Unlike my blue eyed sister and father.

I had asked a few times what had happened to her. Her name was Lori. Lori Ann Aldaine. They said she went missing, not even a month after Liz was born. But every time I asked, my dad would either yell at me or send me to my room 'right away young lady.' I didn't like seeing that side of him so I chose not to ask anymore.

I walked back down the stairs, snatching my polka dotted phone off the sunroom table as I entered and plopping it into my sweatshirt pocket.

It was now or never....

Why was I doing this again?

I took a cautious step outside, closing the screen door behind me. A gust of sticky summer air washed over me, the air laced with the smell of leaves and citrus. I probably should've worn something lighter, but I didn't want to get bit by anything funky.

As I walked down the steps of the porch, never talking my eyes off of the woods, the wind began to pick up behind me, almost as if pushing me towards the vast green. I slowed my steps.

It must have been my imagination.

My boots crunched carefully in the grass as I approached the massive trees, a rickety fence the only thing separating us.

I hadn't realized my heart rate was increasing as I craned my neck upwards, trailing the bark of a nearby tree up and up and still not seeing the top. I shivered.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... I though to myself, before feeling that familiar burning sensation in my chest. It was telling me to go. To cross the fence.

It probably wasn't a good idea.

I tugged my right foot onto the fence.

I probably shouldn't be doing this.

My other foot.

Why was I doing this?

Both my hands.

It wasn't to late to go back.

I swung my body over.

I had too.

I carefully let down one foot, then the other, now completely behind the fence. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I felt a deep pounding in my ribs and I gasped, the sensation nearly knocking me off of my feet. What the hell?

I quickly lifted my hand up to my neck to feel my pulse. It was beating like wild.

I took a deep, shaky breath and took one last glance at my house. I must be crazy.  

But I had to go now. I couldn't wimp out.

Turning around, I began to walk into the dense, velvety green forest, avoiding scattered branches and rocks. I didn't even know what I was worried about. It was just some dumb trees.

But I knew that if I didn't keep walking I would regret it later. I had always been impulsive.

I kept padding into the expanse of trees, past hills and fallen wood until I couldn't see my house anymore. Any sudden crack of a stick or rustle of leaves had me feeling like I was going to faint. I flicked my now slightly damp bangs out of my eyes.

What was I even looking for? If the neighbors found me, I would be
completely and utterly screwed.

Was it hunting season? Oh my god, what if I got shot? No one would hear me getting shot in the woods. That'd be such a pathetic was to go. Oh god....

Paranoid thoughts kept me company as I continued to trek into the forest, constantly questioning why exactly I was even out here. I wasn't sure how long I had been out. An hour, maybe more? I should've gone back, I know I should've, but I kept going and I didn't know why. The feeling in my chest wouldn't let me stop.

It was then, after my legs are burning and I was sure this whole thing was just some scheme of boredom to get me to do something, that I saw an end. A light peering in through the trees. Eager to be rid of the swarm of scratchy plants, I hurriedly jogged forward, careful not to trip on anything, and peered out from the edge of the woods into the light.

A field. A smallish, flowery field filled with wild plants that reached above my waist. It was shaped like a square, more forest surrounding every side. An intense scent of honey and lavender swam over my and I sneezed, wiping my nose with my oversized sleeve.

Great....so this forest had no end. Fabulous. A waste of my two hours...

I stepped into the field, and the honey scent overwhelmed me again. I walked a little, but not too far from the woods I had just come from, and felt like something was off…

I suddenly halted in my steps, eyes widening.

There were no bugs here. No noise at all, actually.

It as unnerving to say the least, and with that disturbing discovery, I decided to call this whole stupid adventure over, and turned around to walk back into the woods. What did I even expect to happen-


FLASH.


A blinding, white like suddenly erupted from all around me and rippled through my core, and I gasped, falling down into the plants. Quickly, I whirled back around, rubbing my eyes as the smoky light cleared to see where the impact came from.

I wish I hadn't.

An enormous tower… of thick dark blue fabric, trailing up and up far above my head. My chest slammed into my stomach.
A… leg?. A giant, skyscraper tall leg, and another one to match it, covered in jean material. Connected to a torso that soared above the trees, two humongous arms, and a…

I began to feel faint.

…A giant face. My entire chest plummeted to my knees, losing feeling. He, or it, wasn't looking at me, was continued to tower over my seemingly tiny frame curled up in the grass. It seemed to be adjusting a strange, watch like contraption on its wrist. The source of the flash. It's giant shadow enveloped me in darkness and I wanted to scream again, my heart thudding to my stomach, but all sound was instantly lodged into my throat.

A....giant…person? Giant people don't exist! They only exist in books... Fairytales...but not here!! Not right in front of me!


My heart was beating so wildly I thought it would burst out of my chest, and I rubbed my eyes again to make sure this was just a dream. One second the field was completely empty, and now...this?Maybe I had gotten bitten by some weird insect that gave me hallucinations. Some figment of my lunatic imagination.

It wasn't.


That's when the panic set in.
Thorns (G/t) Chapter 1
IT IS HERE, MY FRIENDS, MY LOVELIES, A REAL PIECE OF LITERATURE FROM YOURS TRULY

Who Knew that was possible

Meet Rose. 17 years old, single father, enjoying her summer before her senior year, and seeming to be met with a rather peculiar turn of events, eh?
Lets see where this will take us~

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