#i’m 6’1 and i’m only taller than like two of them

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Had a dream that this woman I vaguely know (I used to help her husband with spelling and reading and stuff before he turned to a life of crime) randomly had a vendetta against me and I told my mum and she was like “okay you need to either learn martial arts or leave the country”

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SLYTHERIN BOYS WITH A BLACK FEM!READER WHO IS TALL LIKE MEGAN THEE STALLION

A/N: tbh I randomly had the energy to write this late in night cause Megan is so gorgeous!! I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes. Also I looked up the heights of the characters so I’m sorry this seems weird lol.

Honestly, all the Slytherin boys are tall asf..while you stand at 5’10. (Which is Megan’s irl height.) so you still are tall, just not a full taller height than the boys.

Tom is 5’11. Taller than you by an inch. He doesn’t care about your height or his. But he is impressed at how you do tower over some of the Slytherin girls and Hogwarts girls. He thinks you are definitely worth a chatting to.

Mattheo being 6’1 like Theodore, (I’ve always imagined him to be at least a little shorter than Theo) he likes to think you two can be a good couple. You rejected him of course but hey. At least he respects it. He does find it hot how tall you are against some girls.

Draco is only 5’9, so you’re taller than him by an inch. Personally you still make it seem like he’s shorter than you by a lot which makes him mad. But he can’t stay mad at you since it is kinda funny when you do it. And only you. If someone is else did it, he’s complaining to you completely.

Blaise, he’s 6’3. He’s a practically towering over you a bit. But still, you two are giants to others from afar. Every time you two walk together, there’s gossip about how you two look so cool together.

Theodore, being the tall bastard of 6’1. You two are very close in height. So of course you two are kinda like the tall duo.

And Lorenzo for final finds you very beautiful for a tall woman despite the others. He’s 6’0 (had to look at the fancasted actor height. Don’t judge me 🙁) He’s like a puppy in love with you, following you around and helping you carry your book bags and book. Literally smitten with you. Loves when you call him “baby” and cup his face. It makes him melt so fast.

Personally the Slytherin boys love how cool you are, and how you are a very intelligent person. They are like overprotective brothers and friends to you. Lorenzo is full snake mode when it comes to you. Immediately he wants to poison the people who mess with you like a poisonous snake

Definitely Lorenzo is the one. He’s immediately devoted to defend you from people who dare to make fun of you. They are not going to get at you, or towards you. They have to answer to him. Literally.

God when you do a slick back move line Draco but better….you better pray Lorenzo doesn’t go crazy asf. Cause he actually does. He wants to gatekeep how beautiful you are…but he hates it when other men try to holler at you.

And when they fail, Lorenzo is just smiling like a cheeky bastard.

Mattheo always teases the Berkshire male about how whipped he is for you. And Enzo but admit he is. See you’re an unbothered queen. You let haters lol dumb while karma gets to them.

“Hey big foot!” A girl yelled at you from across the great hall. You were just relaxing with your boys when she yelled. You turned around unbothered and looked ahead of yourself. Not giving a fuck if she thinks she can get under your skin. The riddles narrowed their eyes at the girl meanwhile Draco mumble how his “father will hear about this. Lorenzo is immediately sat up which lead you to put your hand on his arm. Calling him down a bit as he looks at you. “Boys calm down. It ain’t worth a second to get all mad about a bitch who can’t do shit but hate.” You say, smirking. You knew karma was gonna get her way. And it did when she ended up in the hospital wing. The thing was you didn’t do a single thing. Someone did.

Honestly Blaise is the person you allow to put your hair in a protective style. And he loves it. He sometimes brag to the other which made mattheo. Being the cocky one, to go up and not demand. Heavens no, if he had demand you to let him do your hair. You would’ve depulso him across the room and out your dorm. So you taught him how to do your hair.

Blaise and you just relaxing, listening to music as you give him a silk bonnet is definitely something that will happen time to time

Draco and you have self care days which bring you two together a lot.

Honestly with you being nicknamed “titan”, Theo would definitely pick you up. Making you two combined as a ladder. The same goes for Blaise as well.

It’s relaxing all day, evening, and night.

They love you dearly and you love them back.

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Insatiable Habits: Part 11

The walk up to your boss’s office was marred with speculative glances from the other agents in the office, the focus of their attention firmly landing on the choker collar on your neck with the reinforced double stitching that was a gift from the vampire who had claimed to be your mate.

It was one of the few gifts you’d gotten from the creatures, the beasts that you thought were on opposite sides of the spectrum only to discover they had more in common than you would have ever expected.

Both the vampire you were getting to know and the werewolf were similar in the physical markers that made them deadly if they had so chosen to be. The intensity of their bite, despite werewolves not needing to feed like vampires, could have easily torn a neck to shreds and the brute strength that had been ingrained in their muscle fibres was intense.

You remembered the ease that was used to toss you great lengths in the underground, the way that Steve had picked you up and threw you without so much as flinching was eye-opening.

And you knew full well that Andy had the same intense strength, not that you had witnessed it, rather you had felt the weight of his strength upon you when he had moulded you to the position he wanted in his VIP room, back in his blood club.

There was no doubt that both Curtis and Andy were killing machines, and there was no doubt in your mind that going against werewolves and vampires to bring down the breeding dens and blood clubs would have to be tactical. There was no imaginable way that you could take them down without the use of some tool against them, something to reduce their strength to a nearly minute portion.

Upon arriving at your boss’ office, you had made a fist with your right hand and rapped upon the door twice, stalling at the muffled voices you had heard inside. You had been summoned to talk about the case you were taking on, and the progress you had made but with the possible appearance of another person, you wondered if you weren’t being summoned by your boss’ boss.

“Come in.” The beckoning to open the door and step through had driven you and your hand to turn the knob and push, entering the office to see that you were correct and incorrect simultaneously.

There was the addition of another person in the room, another person who appeared human but was a werewolf based on the colour of gold that seemed to surround his overtly blue irises. The man was bulky and well stacked, but not so wide and broad as Curtis or Andy, and there was an air of positivity surrounding him that was unmatched by the other werewolf and vampire.

“What’s going on?” The question had stirred the werewolf and your boss, the werewolf casting his eyes upon you with the same kind of brightness that made you wonder if you should be cautionary.

“Sit.” Your boss had given you the directive and you took the place next to the werewolf, refocused your attention on him and gave him another once over.

He was, as you anticipated, large and powerful but not as broad or physically imposing as Curtis and Andy. He was, from what you could make out, he was around the same height as the two, though maybe an inch or two shorter, giving you the impression that he would stand around 6’1”, still much taller than you were.

“Before I ask you how far you’ve come, I need to introduce you to someone.” Your boss rapped his knuckles on the desk and the werewolf with impressive positivity had angled himself toward you, one arm was thrown over the back of the chair and the other casually resting over his crotch.

His overall appearance gave the impression that he was a lot less intimidating than you thought him to be, that impression was fuelled by the bleached spiked hair and the graphic t-shirt he wore with the image of a woman holding a hot dog and bun up to her red stained lips.

“I’m Jake.” He had grinned, eagerly sticking out his hand for you to shake, and upon your palms meeting, he had squeezed a little too hard making you wince from the strength he had used. “Jake Jensen.”

“What’s with werewolf James Bond?” You questioned when you managed to pull your hand away from his and sit in the cheap fabric chair to his left.

You set your bag down on the floor with a thud, the brass quick-release latch clanging against the floor as it toppled over. You had given Jake another side eye, curious about his presence here, wondering if perhaps he was going to be an escort to another breeding den, like Steve had, or assist you with meeting another important werewolf like Natalia had introduced you to Andy.

“James Bond,” Jake scoffed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the sound of his scoff synonymous with the squeak of the chair as he shifted positions, “James Bond wishes.”

“Jake Jensen is going to help you on your case,” your boss spoke with finality, leaving no room for arguments, “he’s going to act as your partner.”

“Partner?” Your eyebrows have become furrowed, and you had side-eyed him as he crossed one leg over the other, and bounced his ankle to some beat in his head. “I’ve never needed a partner-“

“This is for your benefit as much as his,” your boss had begun clarifying after the resounding shock of you receiving a partner, and one that wasn’t entirely human, “there has been an increase in attacks near werewolf communes, like the kind that you visited before-“

“Ari’s pack?” You cut him off, glancing over jake again. “Are you from Ari’s pack?”

“They’ve been lucky to miss the attacks but they’re getting closer. And it’s not just werewolf communes, it’s vampires as well. We think they’re attempting to start a false war to cause a distraction.”

“All this for a few blood clubs and breeding dens?” You were speculative, suspicious of the intents behind the ‘false war’, more so since you had seen a great deal of negative reactions to the illegal blood clubs and breeding dens, you had wondered why someone would go to such great lengths.

“It’s been a near constant struggle between vampires and werewolves and the animosity between the two classes of ‘monsters’ has only gotten stronger since there have been more recent kidnappings of werewolf and vampire mates. They’re starting to arm themselves-“

“-so to speak…” Jake had interrupted and then quieted down again to hear the briefing.

“If there is another confrontation between the two, there will be chaos and devastation for everyone, not just humanity.” Your boss had cleared his throat and then cast his eyes on the window to his left, staring at the clear skies and bright warmth of the day, his stress and the weight put on his shoulders aging him.

“You’re making great progress, Y/N and you’re an amazing hunter, but we have to get ahead of this.”

“I found a tag in the abandoned blood club that was a warehouse,” you had squared your shoulders and readied yourself to relay the information to your boss, hesitating as a shiver run down your spine and your fingers trembled in your lap.

“A blood tag?” Your boss had cast his eyes upon you, and then Jake. “Initials?”

“BLW-“

“Blood Like Wine,” Jake had cut you off, his lip curling and a feral and animalistic growl had fallen from his lips, “I know that tag. I know that asshole.”

“You know him? You know who it is?”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he’s a benefactor that inherited his wealth from his grandfather and then eliminated the man to secure the wealth for himself. He’s a vampire who’s not entirely used to having to pull his weight but he’s got a temper and he tends to eliminate the people who work for him.”

The inside knowledge from Jake was a large leap forward, and yet it had only solidified your fear that this was the big leagues. All your training, all the blood and sweat you had shed was leading up to a revelation like this.

“We have to meet him. We have to find out what we’re up against and we can’t possibly charge him with almost no evidence.” You were eager, almost biting at the bullet if it weren’t for the tension in the office.

“The only way you’re getting close to Drysdale is by being invited to one of his parties, and given your status as Andy Barber’s mate, you’re not getting close without him in tow.” Your boss had related news you didn’t necessarily want to hear, but it was clear what you had to do.

“Fine,” you sat up straight and crossed your arms over your chest with an air of finality, “I’m dragging Andy to a party and if I have to be his chew toy-“

“Again.” Jake laughed under his breath, narrowly missing you striking him.

“-then so fucking be it. I’m going to end up taking that bastard down.”

“We,” Jake corrected with a charming yet aloof grin, “are going to take him down. We’re partners after all.”

“Fuck, fine. We.” You contended and rolled your eyes, already sensing some irritation that could come between you two when you started to work together. “I’ll talk to Andy, ask him to get an in.”

“You’re going to want to make sure Andy works you over,” Jake had given you a warning that could have been taken as a joke, something crude at best but there was no single ounce of that positivity that you sensed before.

“What the hell does that mean?” You questioned with bite, Jake remaining unflinching as always.

“It means that you’re gonna be going to a high-class event with rich vampires and if they catch a single scent of a werewolf hanging off you, they’re gonna treat you differently.” Jake forewarned, his eyes flashing with the gold intensity of the wolf part of him.

“Differently?”

“Let’s just say that having a blood bag that also has werewolf attachments only adds to the necessity to watch them break.” A shudder shot down your spine at the implications, your heart thrashing. “If you get caught smelling like Curtis, they’ll want you more just to break you, to use you.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” You reached down and grabbed your bag, lifting it to set it in your lap. “I’ll make sure I keep my distance.”

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I love your writing could you do part two of the Sean Hotchner date? Where he fumbles up everything and he's in a defeated mood when he takes Fem Reid home. He even tells her that if she didn't want to go on another date he'll understand, but happy ending with Reid kissing Sean on his cheek? And then something silly like Sean doing a fist pump jump when the door close?

Thank you for the request :)

Part 1

A/N - me keeping Spencer’s height because super tall girls = 😍

Sean knocked at Spencer’s door, anxiously waiting, they were going to walk to a nearby donut shop together. Spencer opened the door looking absolutely stunning, she had her curls tied in two braids held together with ribbon. She was wearing a flowy purple dress, and slight platform shoes, which made her look even taller than she was.

“Wow, you're so tall” Sean blurted out before he could stop himself.

Spencer blushed and looked down. “I can change my shoes if you don’t like them.” she said insecurely.

“No- no I didn’t mean anything bad by it. I think you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, I sometimes get insecure about my height, because I’m so tall.”

“How tall are you?” Sean asked curiously.

“Um… I’m 6’1” Spencer replied slightly embarrassed.

Great, Sean thought to himself, the date just started and you’ve already made her insecure.

They started walking, Sean listening to Spencer ramble happily about a new scientific theory she was interested in. He didn’t understand most of it, but Spencer was so cute when she was talking about something she was interested in. Sean could listen to her talk for hours.

They reached the donut shop, Sean holding the door open for her. As they entered they took in the lovely smell of fresh baked goods. Sean went to order as Spencer found them seats. As Sean was carrying their donuts and drinks back he stumbled slightly and splashed some of one of the drinks on Spencer’s dress.

“Oh, Spencer, I’m so sorry” he frantically apologized.

Spencer just laughed a little, “It’s ok, you only got a little on me.”

“Bu-but your dress.” Sean stuttered.

“It’s fine I can wash it when I get home.” she reassured him.

Sean tried to relax as they sat down and enjoyed their donuts, after a little of listening to Spencer talk about anything that came to mind, he asked,

“What are you going to name your baby?”

Spencer smiled and put a hand on her stomach “I don’t know yet, I like Thomas and Percival.”

Sean smiled, “Percival is nice.”

*

On the way back to Spencer’s apartment Sean couldn’t help but feel like he had made a fool out of himself. He had messed up so many times and stuttered his way through their conversations. He had never been so nervous on a date before, or cared this much about making a good impression.

Stopping in front of Spencer’s apartment he said “I’m sorry things didn’t go that well, and I understand if you don’t want to go on another date.”

Spencer giggled and smiled “what are you talking about? I had a good time. Not that many people will let me ramble on and on and actually listen. I would love to go on another date with you, if you want to of course.”

Sean nodded excitedly “Of course I do.”

“Great” Spencer said before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, Sean beginning to blush “bye” she said, going into her apartment.

Sean stood there shocked for a few seconds before jumping in the air and doing a little fist pump.

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Neo’s Arc

There is a reason this is getting posted here!

Neo silently grumbled as she stared at the lump of bedding in front of her.  Her brow furrowed while the lump started to shuffle.  She would have let out a sigh if only she had a voice.  She grinned as a devious idea came to mind.  She moved slowly, not to alert the beast below, her hands gripped the edge of the blanket.  And with all the strength that her tiny arms could muster she pulled, with one fell swoop she pulled the massive beast down causing it to fall to the floor.

“Wha?!”  With a loud thump a mop of blond hair hit the carpeted ground below.  Dressed in a blue bunny onesie her dear only brother hit the ground, his head snapping up as his eyes darted around, panic obvious in his features.  When his vision fell on her he simply pouted, his eyes squinting as he did his best to give her the most intimidating glare that he could muster.  Which unfortunately for him wasn’t exactly much.  

Neo Politan Arc stared her brother right in the eye, unflinching even as his gaze wavered.  Finally after a few minutes he gave up, throwing his hands in the air she simply celebrated by smiling.  “I’m awake, I’m awake.”  He began to shuffle a little, scratching the back of his head as he stood up.  Good, he was finally going to stop being lazy, they had an entire day to themselves, and she would not let him entertain the idea of sleeping through it!  

Today was the only day since ever that she got to spend alone time with her favorite brother.  All of their sisters and parents were out, opting on going on a trip to Shion, her and Jaune had both opted to stay back and relax.  And… she was going to make sure that he finally realized her feelings for him.  If even Saphron had somehow figured out that she was pining for their dopey brother, then there had to have been something wrong with Jaune!  It took her literal years to realize that Terra had been into her, and Neo wasn’t about to let THAT happen, not when they could start their lovey dovey relationship early.  

As he began to stand, she watched in awe and adoration as he pulled his shirt up, scratching his abdominal muscles.  She nearly began to lick her lips at the sight of those finely sculpted muscles that SHE had helped create.  It wasn’t that hard to get a good eye full either, considering that she seriously only came up to said muscles… She was a short girl okay?!  Her sisters were somehow all taller than her, EVEN SAPH!  And Saphron was crazy short compared to the others.  Those Arc genetics, if only she had some of those… well she was planning to, just not in the normal way.  She let herself smile slyly at the thought of being filled with her brother’s precious semen.  

No, bad Neo!  Save those thoughts for later.   While she was apparently fighting with herself, Jaune had taken notice.  She missed the way he cocked his head, or the way his hand moved to cup her cheek.  She nearly jumped at the sudden warmth against her skin, but realizing it was him had decided against doing anything hasty.  She felt his hand guide her gaze upward, even as he stroked her gently she felt herself leaning into his touch, she really did love this giant goof.  “Hey everything okay?”  

She simply nodded her head, lacking any other way of communicating with him that would force his hold on her to stop.  She continued to nuzzle into his hand, even as he stood there, she knew it was odd but he never complained when she did it.  She couldn’t help but remember the first day she met her dopey literally big brother.  

Neo couldn’t even remember her family, she’d spent so many days on the street.  She could only do what she could to survive, and when that was everything she could, well she didn't have time to think about her family.  So when she had tried to steal from a goofy looking couple she’d learned that not everything is as it seems.  Apparently the couple had been ex-huntsmen, and unfortunately for her she was still a little girl.  

When they had caught her she obviously panicked, no one had managed to see through her little thefts.  But then they had surprised her, instead of taking her to the police they had taken one look at her.  And in what could have been described as the most confusing moment her entire life they had pulled her into a big hug.  She had broken down then and there, not really understanding WHAT had just happened, but the warmth of another human being had pulled at her heart.  

She had for the first time in ages felt at ease.  Thankfully that sense of ease had continued, they to her grand surprise had taken her home.  After getting her cleaned up they’d introduced her to the whopping 8 children they already had.  And then to continue the surprise, they had informed her that she would now be part of their family.  She hadn’t really realized HOW this had happened, she’d tried to steal from them for goodness sakes!  But here they were, adopting her, and to her surprise the children had taken quite the liking to her.  

No one was making fun of her odd hair colors or eyes, no one was trying to hurt her.  Instead they’d accepted her, and none more so than the tiny boy, who she had mistaken as a girl at first.  She had become instantly attached to Jaune, as he’d go out of his way to make sure she was happy and or comfortable.  She remembered the first night she’d spent in the house, fear of a new place, of the unknown, of being dumped again had filled her heart and she’d had the worst nightmares that she ever had.

But, apparently he’d noticed, that same night had been what solidified and started the feelings that would bloom into full on love in the future for her.  He’d pulled her into a tight hug and had fallen asleep with her in his arms.  He’d taken the time to hold her, to care for her, and that had just been the start.

When they had begun to teach her sign language, Jaune had joined in, having wanted to understand her as well.  From that day onwards the two of them had been inseparable.  Whenever they went out, they were often considered a pair.  And as they got older, Neo had noticed that her gangly brother had grown!  There had been a point in their lives when she had been taller than him, but that had only been when they were children.  Around his sixteenth birthday he had a huge growth spurt.

Where she stood at a tiny 4’3” he stood at a tall 6’1”.  It had taken him some time to get used to his new found height, but he did eventually.  Still… there was something about the height difference that lit a fire in her belly.  She hadn’t even realized she was sexually attracted to him till recently either.  One night she had walked into the shower without realizing that it had been occupied.  He hadn’t locked the door, like the doof he was.

And then she saw it, his body, soaked and dripping with water.  His normally messy hair was pressed and matted down with water, and oh wow the way he had glistened.  She had felt that fire in her belly churn and burn with the intensity of the sun.  Then she’d caught sight of IT, her eyes couldn’t help but look lower, it wasn’t her fault she was so tiny!  But there it was, not even at full mast, hanging from his front a massive rod veered downwards.  She had taken biology, and they had gone over sex-ed in school.  But seeing an actual penis for the first time had… well it had done things to her.

It didn’t help that it had been from her precious brother either.  She would NEVER forget the sight, having made sure to burn the very image into her brain for later use.  Still, she’d managed to slip away before he had taken notice, and it was from that day on that she had started to look at him differently.  She had already started helping him train, they would be off to Beacon soon after all.  But, well… that training got just a little harder, a little sweatier.  And their close contact had gotten just a bit… well there were times when she’d slide across him.  Gripping onto his biceps, his thighs, his chest, all while he was nice and sweaty.  She would shiver at the thought whenever it came up.  

“Neo?”  Her pink and brown eyes fluttered as she looked back into his sapphire blues.  “You uh, you alright there?”  

Once more she simply nodded, her memories having gotten the best of her.  She stepped away from his hand, though she still longed for his touch.  Quickly she began to motion, her fingers doing the talking for her when her own voice wouldn’t.  ‘What were you saying?’  

“Oh right, uhm what did you want to do today?”  He paused, looking at her with that stupid, goofy, lovely smile on his face.  “I know I promised we’d do something together, since we don’t really get the chance to anymore.”  Once more he scratched the back of his head, that cute little nervous tick of his.  

She quickly nodded her head, right right that.  What DID she want to have them do together?  There were so many things, so many things she COULD do.  But… but had she not tried yet?  What HADN’T she done to get his attention?  She just didn’t know, couldn’t comprehend what else she could do at this point.  She’d almost given up honestly, he was just so dense, he wouldn’t get the hints . The way that she would sway her hips when she knew he was looking, or the way that she would press her massive breasts together when she knew he was staring at them.

Oh right, there was that, apparently all her growth had gone into her damned boobs instead of her height.  Her watermelon sized breasts were nothing but cumbersome, though at least she HAD caught him looking from time to time.  That always did make her feel better.  Still, she needed to think of something, of anything that could get them together.  Then a thought hit her, there WAS something she could do, something she could try… It was tricky and well… he could hate her.  But she was getting desperate at this point, she’ wanted, no yearned for his touch!  And she was going to have it one way or another Brothers damn it!  

She turned back to him, her fingers quickly dashing around her hands as she asked him the simple question.  ‘Do you promise to do whatever I ask?’  He looked at her for a moment, though not out of suspicion but out of the correct answer.  Then he finally nodded.

“Yeah, I promise and an Arc…”

‘Never goes back on their word.’  She finished, a soft smile on her face as she fondly remembered the family motto.  Okay here it was, she was going to do it, taking a deep breath she began to move her fingers.  She didn’t even need to finish before his face was beat red.  

“Oh uhm!  Uh… are you uhm…”

‘You promised.’  She signed back to him, he had promised and she knew he would make sure that he stuck with it.

Jaune’s face felt like it was on fire, he hadn’t expected this… maybe he should have honestly.  When his sister asked, no demanded that they shower together.  He… he’d nearly frozen, thankfully he’d had enough of his wits about to ask her if she was sure.  And she was absolutely sure if her response of you promised was anything to go by.  He… he was afraid, not because of her no, but of himself!  He had… he had for the longest time fought hsi base urges.  If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that every last one of his sisters was a beauty.  From Saphron’s homely yet gorgeous looks to his other sisters super model esque appeal.  And Neo was no exception, but what made it worse was that at least with his blood related sisters it was taboo, he had the excuse that he couldn’t touch them because they were blood related.

But Neo?  No, she wasn’t related to him by blood, they weren’t related in a way that would be considered incestous.  But… but she was still his sister, and… and she was gorgeous.  She was what one would call a shortstack.  Massive breasts which went against her height, hips to die for, and an ass that you could bounce a quarter off of.  He wasn’t stupid either, he’d seen the way she looked at him, the way that she… that she looked as if she wanted to jump his bone.

He had… he had for the longest time not understood why, he had tried his best to pretend like he didn’t.  To not give into his own urges, because he KNEW she could do better.  He was just… he was just Jaune.  He didn’t DESERVE to have someone as amazing, or beautiful, or as loving as Neo fall for him.  She deserved better, a better man or woman, someone that wasn’t him.  But… even though he thought this, even though he kept on telling himself that he couldn’t that he shouldn’t.  He really wanted to, god she was just so unfairly gorgeous.  He knew that she’d caught him staring sometimes, that she’d seen the way he watched her breasts bounce, or the way he REALLY enjoyed their ‘wrestling’.  

But he had done it, had pretended not to feel anything but now?  Now that they would be naked together, covered in water, soaked to the bone?  He… “Okay…”  He felt like he was going to give in, and there was a part of him that wanted that, that wanted to ravage her.  He was SURE he wanted to, SURE that he wanted to take her before any other man could.  So, when he suddenly found himself in the bathroom, the shower already running as hot water slammed into him.  He could only think of clean thoughts, his eyes stuck on the tile of the shower, as he did his best to keep himself calm.  Even as the door opened, as the sound of her footsteps following, and finally the sound of the glass door opening. He did his best to keep himself as sane as possible.  Then he felt her hand on his back, he wasn’t going to be able to, he just knew it.  

His body stiffened when he felt something, or rather somethings, pressed against his back.  He dared not turn around, opting to keep his vision on the wall.  He knew what was happening, he knew that he was going to give in.  He knew that his sister wanted this, but he… he was so afraid, afraid that things wouldn’t work out and it would hurt their family.  As his resistance crumbled he felt a single prick against his shoulder.  Then movement, she was writing on his back, her finger darting frantically all to say one single thing.

‘I love you.’  His breath stilled as he swallowed the lump in his throat.  His heart thumped in his chest, his ears fell deaf as the sound of thumping filled his senses.  His brain worked over time as he tried his best to think of what to say.  But… did he really need to think?  Didn’t he already know what he wanted, didn’t he already feel the same?  His eyes drew open as he turned around, his gaze lowered down to match hers.  

He couldn’t believe the look in her eyes, the sense of helplessness that he didn’t think he would ever see in her visage.  But there it was, she was afraid, afraid that he would not return her feelings afraid that he would hate her.  And… and she was wrong in doing so, his hands slipped between her armpits, gently he pulled her up so that their faces were close together.  “I love you too.”  He whispered into her ear, he didn’t need to see the tears, or hear the silent sniffles.  He could tell by the way she pressed her head into the curve of his neck.  She was crying, and as her arms wrapped around his he felt a warmth in his chest, one he’d longed for for the last decade.  

He knew she couldn’t speak, nor would she if she could, but he could feel her lips move against his skin.  He could imagine her voice screaming, I love you over and over.  He knew that she was doing her best to be strong, but it must have taken all of her courage to even get this far.  

Even as his blood pumped from his heart, his heart thumping loudly in his chest, he knew that he felt the same.  He truly did, “I love you so much.”  He grew thankful for the hot water that dripped upon them, especially as his own tears began to seep from the corners of his eyes.  “You mean so much to me… I’m so sorry that… that I didn’t respond sooner.”  

He felt her grip tighten around him, her nails sunk into his back as she held onto him with all her strength.  

It was then that he realized something, his face burned with embarrassment as his lower member rubbed against Neo’s leg.  She’d apparently noticed this too as she was writing on his back again.

‘Excited I see~’  

“I uhm… I mean!”  He didn’t have an excuse, with Neo’s well endowed bosom pressed against his chest he had no way of stopping his penis from growing hard.  “Yeah…”  

He could have sworn he heard a giggle as she tapped his back, without having to be told anything he placed her back down gently.  He swallowed hard, really getting a look at her.  Her large bountiful bust bounced beautifully.  He always knew they were big, but seeing them in the raw, bear mounds of flesh dripping with water that rolled down her fatty curves really got him going.  And… and it didn’t help with how short she was, her breasts were in the perfect place.

Neo stared in awe at the beast in front of her.  As it turned out she actually WAS the perfect height.  In front of her, pressing against the crevice of her large breasts was his big, hard, throbbing, cock.  In plain view for the very first time, she’d seen it before for sure, but this?  This was amazing.  She was up and close with it, the heat that radiated off of the blood filled member sent chills down her spine.  She was afraid that simply touching it would burn her, but she wanted to hold it, to feel it against her flesh.  

Her eyes drew to his abdomen, his muscular body appealed to her sense of taste.  She felt herself become hypnotized as droplets of water dripped between each crevice.  She could watch it all day if she was given the chance.  Then her eyes scanned upwards, her vision fell upon his, he was looking at her with the gaze of a beast.  A predator looking at the prey he was about to devour, and she loved every bit of it.  

Though, she wasn’t just some herbivore ready to be eaten.  No, she was just as hungry as he was, taking the first step she pushed forward.  She felt him quiver against her touch as her breasts pressed against his pelvis.  Her massive mammaries sandwiched his cock perfectly within the endless valley.  She could feel his pulse pumping through his hard throbbing cock even through her large fatty chests.  She could feel it down to her very core, her womb ached and trembled with excitement.  

“Wait uhm hooooOOool!”  Neo didn’t let Jaune finish his comment, pressing her arms against her breasts she squeezed his massive cock between her mountainous breasts.  “OooOoh okay!”  She almost giggled at how frazzled he’d become, still she had a job to do.  Releasing her left breast she reached around his back, grabbing a bottle of body wash.  “Neeeeo whaaaaat oooooh!”  Squeezing the bottle she let a stream of soap drip between her crevice and onto his cock.  

Squeezing her breasts together again, she began to pump and use her arms to move her breasts up and down.  Her fatty flesh molded around his massive cock.  She could feel it pulse and throb against her skin, “Ggg daaaamn.”  She felt a sense of pride fill her bosom at the obvious pleasure her beloved was getting from this little experience.  

Her motions grew faster as she began to use her bob up and down using her feet to bounce off her heels.  The soap began to later around as bubbles formed between his impressive member, which managed to peek through even when nearly consumed by her massive canyon.  Her back arched back as she pushed herself further against him.  A sense of excitement filled her belly as her nipples pressed and rubbed against his muscular abdomen.  Pleasure coursed through her little body as she moved faster and faster.  Her pace quickened when she felt him start to churn.  His cock throbbed madly as he was reaching his peak.  

His panting grew louder the closer he got.  She knew it would only be a matter of time now, he was a virgin or at least she hoped, so he shouldn’t be much lo…  

She didn’t get to finish that thought as thick streams of white goo erupted between her breasts.  A thick white flood of hot cum splattered around covering her tits in a thick matted goo.  She nearly flinched as the hot sensation spread across her bust.  “Ohh… oh dang… wow…”  

Neo could tell his breathing was ragged, she could FEEL his chest move as even his abdomen rose and fell.  “That was… wow…”  

She didn’t know if he could get it up again, but… but this had been the first step and she was just happy that he was happy.  

She was about ready to clean herself up when suddenly she felt his hands wrap around her waist again.  “Uhm… would you… would you like to go all the way?”  

Casting a curious glance up his way she was about to question what he meant when she felt it.  His cock pressed against her chest once more.  Her eyes shot wide open as the massive beast reformed, standing at full attention his powerful shaft had regained all of it’s vigor in a matter of seconds.  

A smile flashed across her lips as she snapped her gaze back to him.  She was more than ready for more of this!  She’d waited who knows how long, and now that it was in front of her, she wanted it.  ‘Yes!’  

“Oh okay!  Just uhm… there’s been something I’ve always wanted to do.”  

Cocking her eyebrow she couldn’t help but grow curious at what he meant.  “If you want me to stop just uhm tell me okay?”  

Before she could ask him, he’d picked her up again, his hands firmly grasped her waist, his fingers digging into her young nubile flesh.  Then it hit her, he wanted to carry her, to bounce her up and down his massive bitch breaker, all while standing up!  That, WOW, she didn’t think he had it in him.  But when she felt the heat between her legs burn like a wildfire, well she couldn’t say she wasn’t interested.  

She bit her lip as she felt a piercing sensation between her thighs.  Her heart throbbed in her chest as she did her best to keep her gaze upon his, “If I hurt you, please stop me okay?”  

Though she nodded, she had no intention of stopping now.  There would be nothing on Remnant that could stop what was about to happen, not if she could help it.  

Her jaw clenched as she felt the tip press against her moist lips.  Her pussy quivered in anticipation, her womb throbbed practically begging for the inevitable.  “Okay.”  Was his only warning as her body seized.  The tip pushed into her entrance splitting the entrance of her pussy open.  Grinding her teeth together she took it, “Are you… are you okay?”  She could tell that he was doing his best to stand, his body wobbled whether it was due to pleasure or the new sensation she didn’t know.  

She did the only thing she could to let him know she was fine, she nodded her head against his chest.  “Okay.”  She would have giggled at any other time, but when she felt him push further, when she felt her walls contract around his massive cock she could only dig her nails into him.  She knew that he’d keep her steady that his strong grip around her waist would hold, but there was a part of her that felt like she needed to hold on, that she needed to keep herself steady.  

Inch by inch she could feel him pushing further, her tight passage stretched around his member, molding into his shape.  She knew now and then that she’d never be satisfied with another man.  Even as the tip pressed against her womb, the head kissing her cervix and pushing against it.  She knew that her body couldn’t ever be filled by another.  She let out a silent gasp as he pressed further, his cock pushing against her insides reshaping her organs in ways she hadn’t realized were possible.  She trembled in his arms as he pushed all the way in, she couldn’t see it, but she was sure that there were tricklets of blood running down her leg as they finally settled against her.  

She could feel him trembling as well, his legs threatening to give way.  She could feel his hot breath against her head as, his breathing was erratic and his heart thumped loudly in her ears.  “I… okay… lets…”  She nodded, not needing him to finish, and for what felt like an eternity she allowed herself to rest against his body.  He filled her in a way that transcended the physical, she finally felt right.  The love she’d yearned for had filled her heart and her passage with everything she had hoped it would.  

After a few minutes she felt his hands move around her back, wrapping around her to keep her held tight.  “I’m going to start moving you, okay?”  She nodded again, wrapping her arms around his neck so she could help balance herself.  

Then it started, his legs bucked as he pulled her up, slowly she felt her insides shift back to normal as he pulled out.  She felt a strange sense of longing even though she knew what was to come.  Finally he pulled out about halfway before he pushed in again, his hips jerked slowly as the tip pressed against her womb again.  His head pressuring her insides and shifting her womb upwards.  

She had never been more grateful for aura till now if she was being honest.  Then he moved again, her vaginal canal split wide again as he pushed inside of her once more.  With each thrust he grew more confident, and she’d become more accustomed to his girth.  By the 5th time he’d pushed against her cervix she’d found herself bouncing up and down against his hips.  His arms gripped her tightly as they shifted her up and down, her arms pulled against his shoulders as he slipped in and out of her.  His cock continued to pump in and out, his member throbbed and scraped against her canals.  

Each ridge ground against each vein, their bodies met against one another over and over.  She could feel him punch against her cervix, with newfound confidence came a more rapid rut.  Her back arched as she released a silent moan, her hips ground against his as she tried to get him further and further in.  She wanted more, wanted him to pound her like he owned her.  She NEEDED the sense of longing, the sense of a primal breeding.  

She’d lost herself to her own lust as he continued to slam into her, his mighty cock began to pummel into her over and over.  Her hastily mositening pussy aided him in his attempts to violate her.  Her body trembled in pleasure as her eyes shot open.  Despite the carnal desire that burned at her, she couldn’t look away from his eyes.  His gorgeous sapphire eyes that looked at her with love and adoration.  

Even lost in her passion she could FEEL the warmth, the sense that she was in fact loved!  “I love you.”  His words pierced through the sound of their rutting flesh.  “I love you!”  His grip on her grew tighter as his nails dug into her flesh.  She responded in kind with her, own fingers raking upon his shoulders as she tried to pull herself closer.  

Thankfully he could feel what she wanted, and even in their sex addled minds they pulled closer.  He lifted her up as their lips met against one another.  Warmth spread from her lips all the way to her core, her uterus pulsed as pleasure shook her very being.  Her mind grew hazed, and like she had before but oh so much stronger she knew that she was about to enter another orgasm.  Her body quaked and trembled as she felt her lights grow dim.  His tongue invaded her mouth as she wrapped hers around his, their bodies acted as one as thick globs of semen filled her.  

Her body pulsed as she writhed in pleasure, his seed spurted into her womb, filling her insides to the brim.  She could feel herself doused in his color, even as their lips refused to part she knew that he was hers as much as she was his.  Their hearts thumped in sync as she rested upon his body.  She knew not if she was covered in sweat or in the water from the shower, but all she knew was that they would need to clean up again.

“I love you…”  

She smiled, she loved him too, and she would have it no other way.  This was the path she wanted and yearned for.  

[chewiedon]

KISSING HCS | KAEYA AND DILUC

happy valentines day :O ❤️❤️

reader is always gender neutral unless said otherwise in my hcs

DILUC

Diluc doesn’t like PDA, those moments of passion are for you and him to share, and you two alone.

Kisses always have meaning behind them, he may have missed you or just plainly felt like kissing you.

Diluc is a man you can make out with hours without getting sexual with, in those moments he seems to get addicted to your presence.

At least one of his hands is always on you when he kisses you, your cheek, waist, or the back of your head to pull you in closer.

I’m going to assume Diluc is about 5’10 to 6’1 ft so there’s a good chance he’s taller than you, so if you’re significantly shorter than him he’ll probably pick you up and have your legs wrap around his waist to kiss you.

He also find indirect kisses adorable, no matter how small or stupid it is.

KAEYA

Shame? No, PDA is mandatory, especially if it embarrasses you.

He doesn’t mind kisses or small pecks in public, but I actually see him keeping more passionate kisses and make outs private.

Sure he loves to show you off, and he has every reason to, you’re fantastic! But the cute noises you make and the heavy breathing is something for him and only him to witness.

Those cute little kisses and ass grabbing is just a way to say “(Y/N) belongs to me”

Kaeya tried making out in public to embarrass you but he ended up disliking it, and getting a scolding from Jean since Klee had caught you two.

Kaeya’s kisses are random, and unexpected.

If you’re uncomfortable with PDA voice out your concerns with Kaeya, he’s more than understanding! He’s happy as long as he gets to hold your hand.

if you’re short he’ll tease you, I'd take a guess he's around 5′10 or 5′11 and he’s mad he isn't 6 ft

i like making fun of kaeya is it obvious

[malibumiu]

hi !! i loved your makoto naegi gender bend hcs and if you are taking requests, can i request naegami (byakuya n makoto) gender bend hcs? if not thats ok, have a wonderful day/night! (you can call me '⭐️ anon' )

Oh goodness hello!! I'm glad you like my lil Hcs and you would be my first emoji anon!! So sorry for the wait! But I hope you like 'em! They're under keep reading!! :3

First thing first we are establishing right now: Togami is 6’1” or taller. She is taller than Fukawa, not a shortie!! If you mad that she is then go somewhere else and be mad fool😝

We’re starting this right off the bat very gay- Togami has a painting of Naegi that she painted herself, no it’s not a silly anime piece of work either it’s like realism renaissance era type art. Hey if she’s the ultimate heir then I would think she has the skill. It’s hung up in her room, and Naegi still gets all blushy when she sees it too. (You can also imagine this scenario as just non-GB togami and naegi :p)

Do not ask them which one of them wears the pants in the relationship, they will politely and dramatically tell you to fuck off, they are both girlbosses and you must accept that fact.

Togami is tall and skinny and therefore gets cold rather quickly, luckily Naegi is always is up for a cuddling sess even though Naegi herself always claims she’s cold, don’t believe her that girl is fucking warm. Alsoooo~ Togami definitely cuddles on the softer parts of Naegi’s body or uses them as pillows.

While they have totally different styles, I think that on occasion they know how to match, it doesn’t have to be the same clothes or shoes but more subtle like jewelry or shoes even.

Speaking of jewelry, I know Togami has taken her to Tiffany’s and co more than once and has also bought her a few birthday gifts from there and one of the gifts was a diamond ring and how convenient Togami had one of her own! (Kirigiri, being the smart sleuth that he is, realized that they were both engagement rings.)

Togami being the bougie rich girl that she is, shops in high end shops for literally anything (mostly clothes) but will bring Naegi with her... shenanigans and hilarity usually ensure or… more naughty situations.

Speaking of that they have reserved day or two where they go out on shopping sprees typically they’re around Tokyo but when Togami really wants alone time without anyone bothering them she’ll take Naegi farther like France or something

The class themselves had a sneaking suspicion that two very much so had taken a liking to one another(the only person who was in denial was Fukawa ofcourse) Naegi would just giggle it off whenever they teased her about her. Togami would stick to her standard tactics of ignoring them or flat out deny it completely but if you were Kirirgiri or Ludenberg you could catch the frantic rambles of why Naegi is incompetent but also ok- very competent, valuable even.

The staff at the Togami manor(s) are often delighted when Naegi comes around, that often means that Togami is a bit nicer to them that day and they don’t have to work as much since Naegi will try to do it by herself. Also its just nice seeing a more lively person around the manor is nice too!

Meanwhile Pennyworth is honestly just really happy to see Togami is bonding and acting like a normal teenager instead of being cooped up and swamped by working. Once they start dating she is the first to know about it and keeps it a secret from the other Togami members.

With the Naegis they were more than happy to see their daughter with someone who made her happy. Despite knowing they’re commoners, she has nothing but respect for the two of them. The other Naegi (let's call him Ko) Ko she’s somewhat iffy with him.

Like they don’t hate one another, but Ko is just being wary of his older sister’s girlfriend bc 1. He has witnessed her assholery before and Togami would get an earful if he hurt her feelings 2. Just being an protective older younger sibling in general.

Last one: Whenever Naegi wants a kiss but Togami pulls a ‘Well just get taller’ line, Naegi hooks finger in her crosstie and yanks her down for a kiss.

[fairy-writes]

Hi! Could I please request a KNY and BNHA matchup? Both male. I’m reserved when around meeting new people (add in my height, I’m a 6’0 female, and people say I can be intimidating). However I am very sweet, bubbly and a bit impulsive when comfortable around people. I love animals and work as a dog trainer specializing in behavior modification for aggression and fear. The impulsivity side tends to lend into my animal rescuing missions; such as getting into a sewer to save a cat. Even outside of work my hobbies center around training and competing with my own dogs.

Thank you so much. Also I just wanted to say even though I’m not into fire force I loved reading the K-9 unit stuff you have. My background is in search and rescue and police dogs.

Hello lovely! I hope you like your matchups! I’m so glad you like my k-9 unit stuff! I’ve fallen a bit out of love with fire force, but I’m still super proud of the K-9 unit! I’d love to hear more about your competing with your dogs! That sounds awesome!

Demon Slayer Matchup: I pair you with… Uzui Tengen!

MY FAVORITE DEMON SLAYER MAN

This big beefy man is a whopping 6’6” and is just as intimidating, so the two of you make a fearsome couple even though you are more reserved when meeting new people! He likes your bubbly and sweet side and loves to watch you work! He doesn’t have pets seeing as he doesn’t have the time (with him being a Hashira and all) to give them the care and love they need, but he loves to watch you work with dogs!

He does worry about you with your impulsive side, though. He knows you can take care of yourself with rescuing animals, but that doesn’t mean he won’t worry!

My Hero Academia Matchup: I pair you with… Yamada Hizashi!

Present Mic is 6’1” (whether or not this includes his hair, I don’t know), so he’s only a little taller than you and a whole lot more energetic when meeting new people. He loves your sweet and bubbly side! Though he does worry about your impulsivity, he also likes to go on impulsive dates, so it’s a win-win! He gets to spend time with you and go on a date, so it’s a plus for him!

He admires that you work with dogs! He loves dogs, but they also scare him a little bit (particularly little dogs, those freaking ankle biters), but he’s working on his fear so he can really watch you work! He’s okay with dogs at a distance, so he’ll happily go and watch you train and compete with your dogs!

[darkestdesired]

Teachers Pet

Part 2.

An: I am so sorry this took so long there is honestly no excuse!

For this one I honestly just played off the idea of the reader being taller than Oswald and him being just like ‘I’m baby’,like full on obsession and heart eyes towards her and treating her like she’s a goddess.

I have a horrible size kink , and a baby and mommy/daddy kink.

I hope you like it and again I am so sorry! @kpopgirlbtssvt

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Waking up to the sound of banging on my door was not the morning I had in mind,looking down I smiled at the sight of Oswalds peaceful sleeping expression,carefully I rolled him over onto the pillow,freezing when he made any signs of waking.

Once the coast was clear I got out of bed and slipped on my slippers before making my way to the front door,peeking through the peephole I held in a groan.

Pulling open the door I saw the biggest pain in the ass brother in the world standing in the hallway with his fist up,ready to knock again. “What do you want Jim?” He winced at my unfriendly tone,letting him know I was still very pissed off.

“Listen you can’t stay mad at me forever,We’re family (Y/n).” Crossing my arms I sighed,”Jim I love you,but I meant what I said. I can’t just forgive you,it’ll take a lot more than bothering me every day to earn that back. Oh and you’re shit at apologizing by the way.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back.”

Sighing heavily I rubbed my tired eyes,”Listen,I’m not gonna be able to trust you again so easily... but I can’t stay mad at you forever.” He held a sad smile,”I know,I promise I’ll make it up to you (N/n).”

The tiniest bit of a smile pulled at my lips,”Now get out of here,I have to get ready for work.” Which was a lie,I had the day off already but I knew if I let him in he would see Oswald. I had to protect the adorable shorter man,even if it was from my own brother.

We said our goodbyes and I quietly shut the door as he left,nearly jumping out of my skin when I turned to see Oswald standing in the doorway with what can only be the cutest bed head I’ve ever seen.

“Good morning,I hope I didn’t wake you up.” He looked up at me with half asleep eyes as I walked over and looked down at the shorter male.”You weren’t in bed so...” he muttered causing my heart to swell.

“Sorry,Jim stopped by again but he won’t be bothering us like this again. Let’s go back to bed.” I hummed.

He frowned as I said that,”You and Jim were fighting?”

Sighing I led him back to the bedroom,”I was so mad at him for killing...well almost killing you so I refused to talk to him,ignoring him ever since that day. But now that I know youre alive and safe here I decided I can at least talk to him,I still don’t trust him...not like I used to. Barbara is the only one I still talk to.”

His pale cheeks turned a slight shade of pink,”You really cared that much about me?” I smiled and wrapped him into a warm hug,”Of course I do Os,I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you never have to go through that again.” I cooed gently rubbing his back as he practically purred as he melted into my touch,this fact assured me that he was probably touch starved.

“Let’s go back to sleep,Hm?” He nodded,burrowing deeper into my chest seeking more of that Protective warmth that consumed him.

Leading him over to the bed I layer down and brought him down so that he was laying over me,I wrapped the blankets over us as he tucked his face into my neck,breathing in my scent.

I smelled of vanilla and cinnamon,a pleasant combination that soon lulled him to sleep.

Looking at the adorable and fragile men now snoring lightly in my embrace I felt something deep inside of me pull.

He had been through so much,and the more time I spent with him the more I began to realize that this trauma may stretch out to before the incident.

After all his limp was very noticeable and the wounds on his body were mixed between fresh and old.

A story for each little scar,Perhaps ones for another time.

I decided I’d have to talk to an old friend of mine to get me somewhere to hide Oswald,I couldn’t risk his safety with Jim and Harvey snooping around.

Grabbing my phone I pulled up my oldest and closest friend that I’ve had since before moving to Gotham.

The phone wrang for 3 seconds before answering,”Well Well Well,if it isn’t little miss ABC’s. I missed ya darling.” The familiar voice teased. “Hello Victor,I need a favor.” He chuckled at my greeting,the sound vibrating over the phone.

“Oh? Little miss goody two shoes needs a favor? Name it doll face.” I rolled my eyes and glanced down at Oswalds sleeping face,feeling a smile tug at my face.

“I need a safe place to hide someone very dear to me,somewhere my brother won’t think to look.” Victor hummed,”Who’s this very dear someone?”

Tightening my grip on the phone I hesitated,I knew I could trust Victor with every fiber of my being,though I didn’t know his current occupation.

He thought it would be the best way to keep me safe,his innocent little teacher.

“His name is Oswald Cobblepot,trust me I would be asking you if it wasn’t important. Please just let me hide him at your apartment until this all blows over.” He was silent for a moment before I heard him sigh.

“Fine but you owe me doll face.” He feigned annoyance but I knew he didn’t mean it. “Thank you Victor! I’ll even make you those muffins you like so much.” He ooed meaning he knew exactly which ones I was talking about. “For those muffins I’d do ya a thousand favors,Meet me at mine at 6pm. Later doll face.” I smiled,”See you then Vic.”

Hanging up I looked down at Oswald,Placing a gentle kiss on his temple he shuffled a bit. A lazy smile on his face as he moved in more,Hugging him close I shut my eyes.

I knew Oswald would be safe with Victor,and while I didn’t know anything about the underworld the two worked for I had a feeling I was about to find out real soon.

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Oswald looked out the window at the passing buildings,curiosity and worry building the further from my apartment we got.

“So where are we going? Not that I don’t enjoy a nice car ride.” He chuckled nervously ,he knew I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him but not knowing where he was going worried him.

He looked over to see me giving him a reassuring smile,”I can’t risk you staying at my apartment with Jim and Harvey sniffing around. I won’t let them hurt you again. So I called an old friend who has a room open,they won’t find you there.”

His eyes widened,I was willing to do so much if it meant keeping him safe?

A man I barely knew?

“Is he..trustworthy?” I nodded,”I trust him with my life,He works with charity’s in the city.” I honestly believed that,which is why Oswald relaxed a bit. “What’s his name? Maybe I know him?” He asked with a smile,which I returned. “Victor Zsasz,he’s like a brother to me. He was actually the one who got me my job at the elementary school.”

As I carried on with my story I completely missed the way Oswalds face dropped in horror. “V-Victor Zsasz..?” He stuttered.

“Mhm,he looks intimidating and he is sarcastic as hell,but he’s just a big teddy bear once you get to know him.” I giggled,knowing he would hate having been referred to as a big teddy bear.

“I-I see,and you say he works with charity’s?” Did I honestly not know that Victor was the most dangerous assassin in Gotham? Charity work is the farthest thing from his job.

“Yea,he works for Falcons Charity,they help the poor find jobs and housing,I’ve met mr.falcons a few times. He’s super nice and gentlemanly,I actually have a brunch meeting with him next week.”

Now he really was in shock,I was friends with the big dogs and didn’t even know it,he was actually impressed. But knowing how sweet and kind I was he wasn’t that surprised,he was just worried about what dangers I’d be dragged into.

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Before he even realized it we had pulled up to a nice looking building on the other side of town,we pulled into an alley in the back and parked.Grabbing the container of muffins and my purse we slipped out into the quiet alley.

He followed as we walked to a back door,pulling out a key I unlocked it,revealing a hallway leading to stairs going down.

“Stay close,I don’t want you to get lost.” I didn’t have to tell him twice as he gripped onto my coat sleeve and limped practically glued to my side.

It took us about 2 minutes before we reached a door with two buff men that toward over us,Oswald coward behind me as I smiled at the two.

“Good afternoon Ivan,Luis!” They smiled back at me.

Ivan was a single 6’3 white Russian bodyguard with a heart of gold and heavy accent while Luis was a 6’1 Black man from England with the cutest wife and 6 year old daughter ,They were extremely protective and damn good at their jobs.

Luis gave me a toothy smile as he went to hug me,before stopping as he noticed Oswald hiding behind me,peeking over my shoulder.

He frowned,”Who is the pipsqueak?” He asked raised a brow,”Oh this is Oswald,Oswald say hi to Ivan and Luis.”

Ivan crossed his arms with a smirk,”Ahhh so this little man is the one who stole heart of Miss (Y/n).” His laugh was booming.

“Oh hush Ivan,I always knew she had a thing for the shorties eh?” Luis teased elbowing the other,my (s/c) face grew hot as I felt Oswald burry his face into my shoulder blade in embarrassment.

“Just for that you two aren’t getting muffins,I’ll give them all to Victor.” Their laughing stopped comically as their smiles fell,”You brought muffins! Oh darling I’m gonna marry you.” I laughed,”Don’t let Lillian hear that Luis.”

He rolled his eyes,”She already told me she’d be more than happy having you as a third so long as you do the cooking.”

Playfully punching his shoulder I reached back and took Oswalds hand,giving it a gentle squeeze. “Alright boys,we need to see Victor,I’ll give you your muffins later.”

They gave their goodbyes as I led Oswald inside,leading to a giant apartment,”So you seem friendly with everyone here.” I heard him say quietly,his pale cheeks still red.

“Igor and Ivan are like big brothers to me,seeing as though I come here more than my own apartment. We’ve just grown to have a strong bond over time.” He nodded but couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure and jealous,thoughts of self worth seemed to clog his brain until he felt me stop and place an arm around his shoulders bringing him closer.

“Victor,this is Oswald,Oswald this is Victor.” I stated looking at the hairless man who was pouring a few drinks.

“Ah Oswald Cobblepot,it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Victor said with a dangerous glint in his eyes that told Oswald that the assassin knew exactly who he was as he stalked over,handing us both a glass that stunk of heavy liquor.

“L-Likewise Victor.” He gulped ,slowly inching in closer to my side. Victor smirked at him before giving me an easy smile,”So where’s my payment?” Oswald raised a brow,”Payment?”

Rolling my eyes I held out the container of muffins,”Here you go,remember to share them with Ivan and Luis.” He chuckled and took the container and peeled open the lid,talking a big whiff of the blueberry smell. “Mmmm,I missed your baked goods doll face.”

Giggling I smiled at the usually stoic man,”I know,Now promise you’ll keep your promise and protect Oswald. If my brother founds out he’s here-“ Victor waved me off.”Good ol’ Jimbo won’t find out honey,I promised you and I plan to keep that promise.” Sighing I let go of Oswald and hugged the taller man.

“I owe you one.” He chuckled and patted my back,But Oswald felt a shiver roll down his spine when Victors easy smile fell into a deadly scowl,there was no playfulness or humor in his eyes. But it was back to it’s happy smile as soon as I pulled away.

“Don’t worry about it,You know I’d do anything if it kept you safe and happy.Plus Oswald and I are going to become great friends... aren’t we Ossy?” Victor said as he walked over and wrapped an arm around oswalds tense shoulders.

Oswald gulped but looked over at me,seeing my caring eyes filled with worry he knew that Victor wouldn’t do anything that would risk upsetting me.

“Right.” He stated tightly,forcing a smile.

It seemed I noticed but as soon as I went to say something my phone began to wring,Pulling it out and looking at the screen. I could feel my chest tighten as I saw it was Jim,Sending them an apologetic look I walked away to answer.

Once I was out of earshot Victor kept a smile on his face as he leaned down to oswalds ear.

“If you break her heart I will make your life a living hell Penguin,There are far worse things than death.” Oswald gulped,muttering out,”Likewise,Assasin.” Causing Victor to smirk.

Rushing over I frowned,”That was Jim,He needs me to stop by the precinct.He needs help with that Bruce Wayne kid,he thinks having someone who works with kids will help.” They could see how this conflicted me.

“Don’t worry ‘bout a thing sweetheart,go do what you gotta do. Oswald and I will spend this time to get to know each other.” I smiled at Victor before going over to Oswald,Cupping his cheeks and whispering so only he can hear me.

“Are you going to be okay,if you don’t feel comfortable I can try to figure something else out?” Oswald melted into my touch,reaching up he took my hands,Never in his life had he felt so loved by anyone but his mother. The fact that I barely knew him and treated him with such kindness made his heart swell.

“I’ll be okay (Y/n),Just don’t forget about me okay?” My smile softened and I pulled him into a warm and safe hug,”I would never,my little Oswald.”

Usually he hated being called little,usually associating it with Painful memories,but when I said it it made him want to beg me to say it again and again.

His cheeks felt like they were on fire as I placed a kiss on his forehead before pulling away,Glancing at the two I pulled out my keys. “I’ll be back tomorrow after work,please call me if anything happens okay?” They both said their goodbyes as I walked out the way we came.

Victor waited until the door was shut and my footsteps had disappeared to let his smile fall,Sit down.” He commanded moving to a little couch and chair in the living room. Oswald reluctantly followed and did as told.

Victor glared at the fragile man,“We have a lot to discuss Traitor,beginning with what happened with Fish Mooney.”

Oswald glanced back at the door.

Praying that tomorrow would come already.

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Not me slipping into the bi-han tag to find you account 🤫😳

You mentjined that someone soread a lot of false jnformation about mk through fake wiki's so i wanna know if

A) you know the right ones i should look at and

B) what are the height canons/headcanons you have for the lin kuei boys

Ugh I started answering this and then tumblr ate it so let start again lol this is kinda long just FYI

A) This is the Wiki that’s just full of made up nonsense, like putting Bi-Han’s age at 36 when he’s canonically 32, this one is much more reliable. Keep in mind though any and all Wikis can be edited so not everything is 100% fact.

This is Bi-Han’s bio from the official comic for MK1 I do believe but it matches the same stats listed in the MK1 player booklet.

2) Canonically in Midway all “ninjas” both Bi-Han and Kuai Liang included have the same stats, they’re 32 years old, 6’2” and 210lbs. Timeline wise Bi-Han is around 30 in Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero as most fans tend to agree it takes place about two years before the first tournament. He’s 32 during the first tournament and subsequently dies at 32, again the timeline is fuzzy but the second tournament takes place about 2-3 years after MK1. So, if Kuai Liang is also 32 in MK2 it’s fair to assume Bi-Han is only 2-3 years older. Bi-Han was most likely born in 1960 and Kuai Liang in 1963 at least in the Midway timeline since we know the first tournament actually takes place in 1992 when the game first released.

In NRS though things are a little different we’re never give official stats but I think it’s fair to assume that since it’s the same events just taking place in a different timeline Bi-Han is still 32 and Kuai Liang is 29-30 in Mortal Kombat 9. Their heights are different in NRS too because they’re not just literal copies of the same sprite anymore. @lukqs has a great height analysis somewhere on their blog but I can’t find the post right this second, but Kuai Liang is amongst the shortest male in MK11 at around 6’0-6’1” **NOTE he is second in the line up, pretty much all the male kharacters are practically the same until you her to Johnny or Erron** where as Bi-Han is one of the tallest human males at around 6’4”-6’5”. The chart is based off the polygon model heights compared to Raiden’s model who we know was canonically 7’0” in the Midway series and appears just as tall in NRS.

I personally go with that assessment and put Bi-Han at 6’5” because I’m 5’5”-ish and I love the nearly foot height difference between us. Kuai Liang I still go with his Midway height of 6’2” because I’ll make my sis @ayas-lair sad if he’s too short. lol

You can see from this screenshot from MK9 Bi-Han is visably taller than Sektor and Cyrax. So, I would probably put Cyrax at 6’3” and Sektor around 6’1”.

I don’t have an NRS comparison of Smoke to go off of with Bi-Han but he’s a lot shorter. So, I’d guess Smoke is 5’11” or 6’0?

As for headcanons for them I have way too many to list lol I have most of them listed in my masterlist though.

Quick ones are I personally think Bi-Han and Sektor hate each other and butt heads at every turn. Sektor thinks he’s way better than he is, he’s overly cocky and confident because most people pull their punches with him since he’s the Grandmaster’s son. Bi-Han doesn’t buy into any of that, he knocks him on his ass and puts him in his place whenever he can. They’re both in the position of fighting over who will be the next Grandmaster, Sektor thinks he will inherit the title from his Father, Bi-Han on the other hand believes the title is his. He already took his Grandfather’s mantle and will have his title too (Bi-Han and Kuai Liang’s Grandfather was the Grandmaster before Sektor’s father).

Bi-Han not only had to be Kuai Liang’s big brother but also his father after they were kidnapped. He killed his own emotions at a very young age to try and spare his little brother as best he could, he often covered for Kuai Liang when they were young and has quite a few old, faded scars on his back from being disciplined.

Bi-Han was forced to kill his Grandfather to earn his title ‘Sub-Zero’ but honestly he was happy to do it. Their Grandfather was very cruel and demanding when it came to Bi-Han and constantly pushed him beyond his limits to be his successor, so yeah Bi-Han enjoyed killing his Grandfather. It’s why he’s still so possessive of the name ‘Sub-Zero’ even as Noob Saibot because he feels like Kuai Liang didn’t have to go through the same suffering and hardships to earn the title that he did.

To this day Kuai Liang is grateful of all the sacrifices his brother made to protect and shelter him, but he feels guilty too. That’s why he’s so determined to save his brother because Bi-Han was absolutely everything to him growing up.

Cyrax was an orphan living on the streets of Gaborone, the capital of Botswana when the Lin Kuei found him. He was a starving pickpocket just trying to make ends meet when he tried to steal from some Lin Kuei operatives who were there to assassinate a political figure. They were so impressed by this kid’s balls to try and steal from armed men that they recruited him to the Lin Kuei. Cyrax jumped at the offer when they told him he’d have a roof over his head and three meals a day.

Sektor is deep down super insecure, he KNOWS everyone treats him differently because he’s the Grandmaster’s son. He’s extremely envious of Bi-Han who has fought his way to the top purely on skill alone, this is why he’s so eager to turn to technology for an answer to his need to best Bi-Han. At first is starts small when he starts fighting with his flamethrower, which he chose specifically since he knows heat is Bi-Han’s weakness. It obviously later progresses to him sacrificing his body and soul to become a cyber ninja.

Smoke is quiet and soft spoken, but loves getting into mischief and trouble with Kuai Liang. Something that frustrated Bi-Han greatly when they were teens, he was always the one having to bail the two of them out of trouble. As result Tomas is incredibly loyal to both the Sub-Zero brothers to the point that Tomas is the first one to question Kuai Liang’s decision to assume Bi-Han’s mantle after death. He of course eventually goes a long with it but that hesitation is definitely there at first.

[flamencodiva]

GBTY 1 - Nothing Against You

Book Cover by: @talesmaniac89​

Description: Amaya Campos and Dean Winchester had a playful rivalry. what happens when Dean is no longer her Dean. Will this change make one of them realize what they really desire, or will they continue to keep secrets?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Amaya Campos (Original Female Character) , AU Dean Winchester x AU Amaya Campos

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word for Chapter: 5704

Beta: @superfanficnatural​

A/N: Special thanks to - @crashdevlin​ @atc74​ @smol-and-grumpy​ @winchest09​ @waywardbeanie​ @deanwanddamons​ @malfoysqueen14​  @emoryhemsworth​ @janicho88​ @jensengirl83​ @whatareyousearchingfordean​ @katehuntington​ @anathewierdo​  and to all my friends who listen to me ramble about my writing. your words of encouragement mean the world to me! Without you I don’t think I could have found the courage to come back and share what I love most to do, WRITE.

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The rumble of the black ‘67 Chevy Impala echoed in the alleyway as it came to a soft stop, the driver turning off the ignition and looking to his brother beside him. 

 "You said she was coming, right?" the driver said as his brother placed the bookmark in the book he was reading. 

 "For the millionth time," his voice dripped with annoyance, "yes, Dean, I called Amaya, and she said she would meet us here." 

 "Sam," Dean ran his hand across his face. "Look, she is a great hunter. You know it, I know it. But, she got injured in her last hunt. So I'm sorry if I'm a little apprehensive about whether she’ll be --" 

 The loud bang against the Impala's roof made the brothers jump as a soft chuckle filled their ears. They could see Amaya Campos through the window on the driver’s side, laughing. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. He tried not to get distracted by how beautiful she looked when she smiled. Closing his eyes, Dean flared his nostrils and clenched his jaw. 

 "You know what, Campos," Dean barked as he threw open the driver's side door and climbed out. "You are a real pain in the ass." 

 "Yeah, I know," she shrugged and punched his shoulder. "But you know I'm the best." 

 "If it weren't for that fact, you would have been dead by now," Dean grumbled as he made his way to the trunk. 

 "How you doin’, Amaya?" Sam asked as he gave her a gentle hug. 

 "I bounce back, Sasquatch," she gave them a bright smile. "So, a coven of witches is in there," she pointed at the warehouse then crossed her arms. 

 "Yeah," Sam sighed, "but get this. These witches have been gathering ingredients for a big spell." Sam pulled out his notes as he showed them to Amaya, "They killed specific victims and took certain body parts from them." 

 "Well, that's just wrong… and creepy," Amaya shuddered. 

 "Something we agree on," Dean cocked his gun as he checked to make sure it was working. "I wish there was an easier way to get rid of these hags all at once." 

 "You and me both, Short Stack," Amaya breathed. She grabbed a few Witch-killing bullets and loaded the clip into her pistol. 

 "I'm taller than you, Campos." Dean pulled up close to her, his form towering over hers. 

 "I'm using Sasquatch as a reference," she gave him a sly smile before letting her fingers dance along his chest. "Wanna make this interesting?" 

 "What, like the ghoul hunt last month?" he raised an eyebrow at her before letting his eyes roam over her body. 

 Her Ramones crop top and leather jacket was accentuating her chest, her cleavage leaving Dean imagining dirty things he could do between her breasts. He continued to let his eyes roam over Amaya's figure; her bootleg jeans hugged her hips in the right place. He bit the inside of his cheek, Dean's way to hold back from reaching out and placing his hand on the curve of her hip. His eyes continued to move up to her hair in a neat ponytail. He could always see himself pulling on the elastic to let the tendrils fall, his fingers running through her brown and purple highlighted hair. Shaking out of his thoughts, he looked into her eyes, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.   

 "Come on, Winchester," she moved her hand around to the back of his neck. Her fingers began to play with the small hairs at the nape of it, "If you can last five minutes without a witch blasting you away," Amaya's fingers ghosted over his cheek while staring into his green eyes, "I can make it worth your while." 

 "Whatever you're trying to sell me, sweetheart," he licked his lips. It was his way of controlling himself. He could not fall into the trap he knew she was trying to set, "I ain't buying." 

 "Come on," she cooed, "what's one little harmless bet?" 

 "Last time we had a--" Dean lifted his hands as he pushed back away from her, making air quotes, "' Harmless bet ' I had to drive the Impala in my underwear while listening to Taylor Swift." He shuddered at the memory of Sam recording the evidence to send to Amaya. 

 "Admit it," she chuckled, "you enjoyed it." 

 "You wish," he shot back. 

 "Guys," Sam sighed. "Can you guys please, just make a bet. Hell, I'll mediate. If Amaya wins, Dean has to--" he paused to think. 

 "Give up pie for a month," she crossed her arms, smiling. 

 "You bitch!" Dean growled. "There is no way I'm giving up pie. You win, I'll kiss you for two minutes," he gave an inward groan as the words came out. 

 "Two minutes of making out with Dean Winchester?" 

 Dean watched as she popped out her hip and placed her hand on it. He could tell she was thinking about it. 

 "I'm not thrilled about it either, but it's all I could come up with, outside of humiliating myself farther," he grumbled. 

 "I was gonna say you could dance to the Macarena while wearing women's underwear," Sam shrugged. 

 Dean watched as Amaya's eyes lit up and he gave Sam his best bitch face, "Asshole." 

 "I like Sam's idea better. Not just the Macarena in women's underwear, but I want a live performance!" She smiled, “You need to sing the song too!” 

 "We're wasting time," Dean said, rolling his eyes as he looked between Sam and Amaya. "Fine. You got a deal. But if I win--" he licked his lips, "you are going to give me a very nice strip show in the Bunker to the song of my choice." 

 "Bueno, que quieres? (Well, what do you want?) All nude reviews or bare minimum?" she asked as she gave him a casual shrug. 

 "All nude with a very nice view of the sweet stuff," he said, smiling. "Quiero ver a to-do tu que-ehr-po," ( I want to see all of your body.) Dean smirked, hoping he got the wording right for his Spanish.  

 "Spanish is getting better, perv," she muttered. "Fine. But you are only looking, not touching!" 

 "Fine with me, sweetheart," Dean held out his hand for her to shake. 

 But she did something unexpected. Grabbing Dean by the lapels of his leather jacket, she pulled him in for a short kiss on his lips. 

 Pulling back, she smiled, "Sellado con un beso (Sealed with a kiss). No backing out now Winchester. The challenge, you can't go fifteen minutes without getting blasted by a witch spell." 

 "You're on," he squeaked before clearing his throat and making his way inside. 

 Sam cocked his gun before looking at his best friend, "You love making him squirm." 

 "It's only ever going to be fun and games, Sam," she put on her bravest smile. "Nothing can ever come from two hunters in this world being together. Happy ever after doesn't exist." 

 Sam sighed as he watched his friend and brother head inside. He knew they were ridiculous, but there was nothing he could do except let them be idiots together. As the group filtered through the warehouse, Sam could hear the faint sound of chanting. 

 An eerie lavender glow came from an open door along a dark corridor. Sam crept towards it, self flush against the wall as he peered inside. 

At the same time, in another universe, a group of men dressed in black surrounded the warehouse, each one with a radio and a body cam hooked up to them. They all waited for a signal from their leader to storm inside and take down their targets. 

 "It's too quiet in there," one of them whispered. 

 "Yeah, but we have to follow protocol," the second one answered. 

 "Squad leaders, move in," a gruff voice called over the walkie talkie. 

 The warehouse had filled with the sounds of feet stomping the pavement. The women found themselves surrounded — weapons aimed at them. One of them strolled forward, her cackle bouncing off the walls and filling the warehouse with its shrill sound. 

 "The Men of Letters can't stop us," she proclaimed. "The spell is in motion. It has begun!" 

 "Fire!" 

 The command came from above as the warehouse filled with the sounds of gunfire, figures dressed in black emptying their clips. The witches all dropped one by one, save for one, who cowered on the ground behind the cauldron. When the firing calmed down, the mysterious soldiers in black all pointed their guns at her, waiting for her to make a move as she bled through her wound. As the silence began to fill the air, the faint sounds of high heels and heavy footsteps echoed around them as the men all moved aside for two  figures dressed in suit’s approaching closer to their target. 

 One of the figures was a woman, about 5’4 with long brown hair that flowed down her back. She wore a navy blue pencil skirt with a button up quarter sleeve white shirt that went well with her four-inch black stilettos.  The other figure was a man, 6’1 in height, wearing a navy blue three piece tailored suit, his brown hair perfectly combed back in a short cut. Both figures stood side by side as they surveyed their surroundings. 

 "Is this her?" the female spoke. 

 "Yes, ma'am," came the reply as the woman made her way closer. 

 She stood in front of the Witch and took her chin in her hands.  

 "Excellente. Bind her and take her to the prison, we'll question her there. Whatever they did, we need to find a way to reverse it." She looked over at the green-eyed man who followed closely behind her, "Que esperen y muévanse!" (What are you waiting for and move!)  

 "We will," he said, looking over the papers before signing his name to the documents. "I believe Grandpa Henry will be happy with what we've done. We do make a great team, Amaya." 

 "I wouldn't be marrying you if we didn't, Winchester," she smiled before making her way to him. 

 "We've been tracking them for a long time," the man sighed as the Witch had a black cover placed on her head. He watched as one of the men dragged her off, "I'm worried about the repercussions to their spell. I mean, according to Sam, they were working on something that could be transdimensional." 

 "Then all the more reason to get back to headquarters and interrogate her," she said, placing her hand on the man's cheek. "Dean, everything will be fine. Vas a ver. We've been doing this for years, and we have almost eradicated this world of monsters." 

 "I know but," he said as he leaned into her touch, "what if they bring something over here to throw the balance off?" 

 "Then we will deal with it," she reassured him. "Together, as we've always done things, mi amor. (My love)" 

 The Witch smiled under the hood over her head. Everything was working according to the plan. It was all a matter of time for the other world to align and cast their spell. 

 Meanwhile, in the slick black restored ‘67 Chevy Impala, Dean looked over at his fiancee. He couldn't help shake the pit he felt in his stomach. Following behind the black van, Dean pulled up into the garage of the compound. 

Before exiting the car, he turned to Amaya, "Are we sure this witch is going to talk?" he reached over, caressing her cheek. 

 Leaning into his touch, Amaya took in a slow deep breath, "We can only hope that she does. The only one who can really make her talk is you, Dean. Yo sé que no te gusta, pero, (I know you don't like it, but,) it's your specialty." 

 "Yeah," Dean rubbed his eyes, "I know. Mientras que me ayuda a proteger a mi Familia y el Mundo, (As long as it helps me protect my family and the world) I'll keep doing it." 

 "I love it when you speak Spanish, mi amor," she leaned over towards him and pressed her lips gingerly against his. "I will be in the other room, observing if you need back up." 

 "Amaya," Dean kissed her forehead, "you know I hate it when you watch." 

 "Don't get performance anxiety on me now, Winchester," she teased. "I mean, you look hot when you get all dom on them." 

 Dean let out a low growl before pulling her in for a deep kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she moaned. Her hands found their way around his neck, fingers playing with the short hairs that she could find. Amaya shifted her position to press her body against his, her legs straddling him as they made out on the bench seat of his hunter car. The Impala was always good for making out after a hunt well done. Dean smirked against her lips as his hands found their way under her blouse; her soft skin sending a shiver down his spine. He loved touching her, kissing her, tasting her. The two lovers were engrossed in their feelings, too lost in their touches, they never noticed the person stalking towards their car. With a devilish smirk, they lifted their hand and slammed it on the roof of the Impala, making the lovers jump. 

 "That is very unprofessional of you two." 

 Sam Winchester smiled at the lovers as they both flipped him off. Letting them exit the car, he watched as his brother Dean adjusted his tie and smoothed out his hair. 

 "Is the witch ready for interrogation?" he helped Amaya out after she fixed up her appearance. 

 "Yes," Sam said, still smiling, "she's in your favorite room." 

 "Good," Dean linked his arm with Amaya's, "I say, after I’m done, we head on over to Albert's and celebrate with a nice meal." 

 Dean led her towards the dungeon where the interrogation would take place. 

 "Sounds good, baby," Amaya kissed his cheek as she helped him remove his blazer before lifting the sleeves of his dress shirt, "give her hell." 

 "I always do, sweetheart," he said, giving her a wink before entering the room and closing the door behind him. 

Back across the universe, to one where the Men of Letters is all but dead, Sam Winchester watched as his brother and Amaya began to signal to each other. The witches all gathered as, what looked like, the leader started chanting. 

 "Vocamus, antiqui potestates, audire nostrum dicere, sentire nostra potestate. Per tempus et spatium, sit animarum artem. Sicut anima est, luxatis sit pati in solatium, ut desiderium pro amore et carnem esse eius ruinam." (We call upon the ancient powers, to hear our call, feel our power. Across time and space, let the souls switch. As the soul is displaced, let it suffer in solace as the longing for love and flesh be its downfall.) There was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. All the while, the witches began throwing the ingredients into the cauldron. 

 "Sam, Now!" Dean bellowed as all three began shooting at the witches. Both Sam and Amaya found themselves back to back as they aimed at the ones running. Dean decided to make a beeline for the leader and had reached her when she gave him a devilish smile. 

 "It is done, my followers cast the spell, and there is nothing you can do," she cackled. 

 "What did you do?" he demanded as he aimed the gun at her as she smiled. 

 "You'll see," she teased and raised her hand and thrust it forward. She used her power to send Dean back, crashing against some empty crates. 

 His body crumbled to the ground while Sam and Amaya screamed his name. A shot rang out, and the Witch's body fell with a thud. 

 With a groan, Dean opened his eyes and sighed, "Did we get her?" 

 "Yeah," Sam chuckled as he helped his brother up, "but you lost the bet." 

 "What?" Dean cried and looked at his brother with disbelief. "No, I didn't!" 

 "Yes, you did! I had my timer on, and you had two minutes left," Amaya boasted with a bright smile. "We'll talk later. You're bleeding, and we need to make sure you don't need stitches." 

 Dean hissed as Amaya brushed her fingers along the cut on his head; he could feel his heart pounding in his chest at her touch. Dean could see the concern in her eyes as she looked for any more wounds; he never wanted to see that look again. He wished he could protect her from all this: protect her from himself. He made a small note to push her away once he was all healed. But then, she did something that made him change his mind. It was subtle, but the way she cared for him, it made him rethink how he should keep his distance from her. 

 "Okay, Romeo," she murmured after cleaning up his wound. "You'll be flirting with barmaids in no time." 

 "I guess I'll have to learn the Macarena then, huh?" he sighed.  

 "I'll give you a few days to recover before I collect," she said as they made their way back outside and towards their vehicles. "I gotta jet," she used her thumb to point to her bike, "need to get some stuff done." 

 "You know," Dean cleared his throat, "you can-- you can come live with us-- in the Bunker," he rubbed the back of his neck. 

 "Did the witch curse you with something?" Amaya wondered and raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, we're friends but--" 

 "Look, we have a friendly competition," Dean grumbled. "Besides, it makes it easier to collect on a debt when you're close by."  

 Amaya bit her lip as she looked from Dean to Sam. She always found an excuse not to stay with them in the Bunker, ever since Sam first suggested it. It was easy to reject the offer when Dean would argue that he and Sam could no longer call it a bachelor pad if she moved in. 

 "Come on, Amaya," Sam's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "It would be better than being out on your own, and you always have a bed to sleep in." 

 "I--" Amaya hesitated as she decided to find the ground fascinating. 

 "Either you're coming or not," Dean growled. "We don't have time to argue about this when we have to figure out what those witches did." 

 "Fine," she breathed. "But I swear Winchester," she walked up to him and poked him in his chest. "One wrong move, one smelly sock or underwear in my room. I catch you playing Peeping Tom, and I am out of there so fast after laying your ass out you won't know what hit you." 

 Dean raised his hands in the air as he used his finger to draw a cross over his heart, "Cross my heart. I will be on my best behavior." 

 "Yeah, yeah," she sighed, "I'll follow you on my bike." 

 Dean watched as she made her way towards the gleaming black motorcycle and waited for him to start driving. Dean couldn't help but glance now and then at the rearview mirror. He had to make sure the bike was still behind them.  He could never shake the feeling that something would happen to Amaya if she stayed near him for long. Even with their friendly banter, Dean had known her since they were kids. And when they started hooking up, much to Sam’s dismay, he couldn’t help but feel he had cursed her in some way. The last thing he needed was for Amaya to end up like every woman in his life, gone, broken, and/or dead. 

 "You know you could just actually tell her you like her," Sam sighed as he read through his book, using his phone as a flashlight. 

 Dean let out a scoff, "What? I don't like Amaya like that. She's -- she's just a very good hunter who I consider a friend and is nice to look at." 

 "Yeah," Sam scoffed as he shook his head, "you keep telling yourself that, Dean." 

 "I'm not kidding Sam," Dean denied, glancing at his brother. "You know how this story ends. Jo, Lisa… they both ended in tragedy, and one of those was an experienced hunter." 

 "Dean," Sam shook his head, "what if it's different? I mean, Amaya is not Jo. Jo lived a sheltered life away from actually hunting. Yeah, she knew about it, but she didn't become a hunter until she met us." 

 "Yeah. And I don't want Amaya to meet the same fate," Dean huffed. "It's better this way, Sam. We don't get happy endings." 

 "Dean," Sam rubbed his eyes, "I know you guys have gotten together more than once." 

 "I have no idea what you're talking about," Dean shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he made the turn towards the Bunker. 

 "You guys are not quiet," Sam pointed out. "You both are being stupid, and keeping each other at arm's length is only going to get messy. You guys think you're going to keep each other safe, but you aren't. And you are only going to hurt each other, or worse." 

 "What could be worse?" Dean asked as he pulled the Impala into the garage just as Amaya's bike pulled in behind them. 

 "One of you gets seriously injured protecting the other," Sam breathed. "You know it's true, Dean. You guys are so alike and…" Sam looked back as he watched Amaya grabbing what little she had on her. "The last hunt, where she got hurt… can you imagine if we were with her?" 

 Dean stayed silent as he tried to imagine the scene. Sam was right, Amaya wouldn't have gotten injured. He was sure that he would have jumped in and taken the hit for her. Or at least taken out the monster without any casualties. But Dean shook the thought out of his head.  

 "All the more reason for me to keep my distance," Dean argued. 

 Sam let out a frustrated groan as his brother got out of the car. He looked over at Amaya just as Dean caught up with her and was glad that she decided to stay with them. He only hoped that it would be a good thing and they wouldn't hurt each other in the process. 

Amaya watched as Dean paced in front of the Witch. The Witch's body hung in the middle of the room, her arms above her head as she dangled like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. The double-sided mirror was the only thing separating her from him. She walked over to the mirror and pressed the button, indicating that the microphone was on, Amaya needed to hear what was going on. If she listened in, there was a chance that she could help read between the lines. Witches, like demons, always found a way to lie. 

 "What does the spell do?" Dean asked as he walked by the weapons table. 

 Amaya watched as his fingers ghosted over the various knives and tongs. She could see his fingers linger over his favorite weapon. It was a double-edged Turkish knife that had a serrated edge on one side and a smooth blade on the other.

 "There is still one component left," the witch sneered. 

 Dean moved his way towards her, letting the blade drag along her exposed skin, the blood dripping down to the floor as the Witch laughed. 

 "You can torture me all you want son of man," she growled as she took in a deep breath before breaking the chains. 

 Amaya tried to rush towards the door, only to freeze in place as the room filled with the sound of evil laughter. 

 "Foolish mortals," the voice boomed. 

 The Witch was now floating a few feet above Dean. Her eyes were glowing lavender. 

 "Don't take this the wrong way," she floated towards him and grabbed his chin. "Your counterpart in a different world brought this upon himself. You're collateral damage." 

 Dean tried to move, but he found himself frozen in place. He took in a sharp breath as the Witch placed a finger on his forehead and whispered an incantation. He watched as a life that wasn't his flash before his eyes. He saw a different life than what he lived, watched as he saw pain and suffering and a life without Amaya. 

 "No," he growled, "you are not going to do this to me." He tried to break free but found that he couldn't, "Who are you?" 

 "Your worst nightmare," she boasted with a smile as she let out a shock wave of power. "It is nothing against you, well this version of you, Dean. This version of you is more mature. But, you decided to mess with the daughters of Hecate."

 Dean's eyes widened at the name. They were not dealing with ordinary witches any more; they now pissed off the goddess of witches. His gaze shifted to the double-sided mirror, hoping that Amaya was safe before hearing a small laugh. 

 "Your little slut is fine," she assured him and gave him a pat on his cheek. "But I'm going to give you a few days before I rip you from her. Enjoy your time." 

 Before Dean could ask what she meant, the dungeon shook, the lights flickered, and everything went black. After a few moments, Dean gasped as he shot up, hissing in pain as he reached up to touch his head, flinching when he felt the familiar sticky feeling of blood. Looking around, Dean coughed, the pain in his chest radiating. He took a closer look at the damage; the double-sided glass had shattered when Hecate escaped. The Bunker filled with red lighting as the alarm was ringing around him and he could make out the faint yells of the other hunters stationed there, all on high alert.  

 "Amaya," Dean breathed as he made his way to the window. 

 The room was in bad shape; the roof had caved in. The destruction of the dungeon kicked in Dean's protective mode as he tried to look around for any signs of Amaya. He ignored the searing pain that was pulsing through his body as he filtered through the debris. 

 "Amaya?" Dean called out as he began to move the rubble. "Sweetheart, Donde estas? Amaya responde por favor!!" he called out. 

 "Dean?!" Sam's voice called through the door. 

 "Sam?" Dean croaked. "Sam, I can't find Amaya." 

 "Just hold on," Sam said. 

 He could hear orders echoing in the hall as he continued to look for Amaya. 

 "Dean!" a female voice called out. 

 Dean froze at the sound of Amaya's voice. 

 "Amaya? Where are you, sweetheart?" he said as he looked around. 

 "Over here," Her voice was firm. "Maldita madre de la gran puta. Cuando encuentre esa bruja la voy a matar!" (Damn mother of the big whore. When I find that Witch, I will kill her!) 

 He smiled at her outburst and sighed when he could see movement coming from one of the corners of the room. Dean rushed over, forgetting the pain that radiated from his wounds. He moved the debris, thankful that it seemed to only cover her without crushing her, helping her up and carrying her over to where Sam and his men had cleared out a path. 

 "What the fuck happened?" Sam asked as he looked at the damage then his brother's wound. 

 "Hecate," Dean said and winced when he felt Amaya's fingers assessing the damage, “she made an appearance.”

 "How did we miss that?" Sam wondered as he looked at the damage in the dungeon room before turning to his brother. 

 "She was inside one of the witches," Dean sighed. "I guess they invoked her before we got there." 

 "How do we explain this?" Sam asked.  

 "As with any other hunt that can and will go wrong," a voice came from down the hall. 

 Walking towards them was Henry Winchester. His salt and pepper hair short and neat, his face clean of any facial hair. His green eyes surveyed the scene before landing on his grandsons. 

 "Grandpa Henry," Sam acknowledged as he stood at attention. 

 Dean took that moment to show respect to their grandfather. He mimicked his brother's stance; back straight, shoulders squared, hands at his sides. Both brothers observed as the Patriarch of the Winchester family assessed the damage. 

 “Boys,” he said and offered them a small smirk, “it seems the witches have decided to stir up trouble.” 

Amaya looked around the Bunker. She had only heard the stories from the boys themselves a few times. Looking around the garage, she took in all the classic cars. Amaya held in her excitement; she couldn't wait to get her hands greasy from looking through the engines. As Amaya took in more of the garage, she made a note to look at the bikes and make sure they were in top condition. Parking her bike in an empty spot, she grabbed her things from the saddlebag and waited for the boys to approach her.

 "So this is your man cave?" she asked and looked over at Dean.  

 Dean scoffed, "This is just the garage, sweetheart." He took her hand in his, ignoring the jolt of electricity that coursed through his veins, "The man cave needs a… private tour," he gave her a wink. 

 Amaya gave a small smirk before pressing her body up against Dean, "Does that include a private show of your Macarena performance, Gringo?" her breath was right on his ear. 

 "Okay," Dean groaned as he placed his hand on her shoulders and pushed her away from him, "one, I still need to recover," he gave her a devilish smirk before wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her body flush with his, "B, if you want a private show," he caressed her cheek, "I'm in room eleven." 

 Amaya tilted her head at him, "Oh? Me vas enseñar algo privado?" she let her fingers dance on his chest. Two could play the flirting game. "It's okay," she pulled away from him, "I'm sure I've seen guys who are… bigger." (You going to show me something in private?)

 "If you want to see bigger, sweetheart," Dean reached for her again. "I'm not shy." 

 "I know you're not," Amaya shook her head while pushing at his face playfully. "But, slow your roll cowboy. I'm here as a roommate. I know in the past we've…"  

 "Danced the mattress mambo," Dean interjected. 

 "Yeah, among other things," Amaya smiled. "But, let's keep our hands to ourselves."

 Dean let her go as she pulled herself back and grabbed her duffle from the floor, watching as she made her way out of the garage and walked down the hallway leading to the main entryway. He couldn’t help but stare at the way her hips swayed when she walked away from him. Shaking out of his thoughts, he decided to follow after her. Grabbing his bag, he traveled down the same path she did before seeing her in the middle of the hallway. 

 "Come on," he called to her, "this way." 

 Amaya followed Dean as he made his way to the kitchen. Upon entering, they both found Sam eating dinner. 

 "What took you two so long?" Sam asked as he took a bite of his salad. "It's been a good thirty minutes since we got here. Everything okay?" 

 "We're good, Sam," Amaya chuckled. "We were discussing where Dean was going to dance the Macarena." 

 Dean rolled his eyes as he put his bag down and grabbed a beer from the fridge. His mind wandered to what he and Amaya did in the garage before turning back to his brother and friend. 

 "Why don't we show Amaya a room and let her get settled?" Dean grumbled and grabbed his bag before motioning for Amaya to follow. 

 "So my room is here," he announced and pointed to room eleven, "and Sam's room is right there," he pointed to room twenty-one. "So, you can have a pick of any of the other rooms that are empty." 

 "Looks like Twenty is empty, so I'll take that one," she said with a smile. 

Dean nodded as he looked at the room down the hall closer to Sam's. He had hoped that she had picked a room closer to him, but this was for the best. He wouldn't be as tempted to make his way to her room. He watched as Sam led her down the hall, and they disappeared around the corner. 

 Amaya looked around the room she had picked and smiled, she liked the feeling of finally having her own room. Amaya could decorate it how she wanted and listen to her music. All the while, she never noticed Dean. Never saw how he watched in silence as she settled in. Deep in his thoughts, he had to make sure he could stay away from her. But if they fell into bed again… well, he would figure it out and do what he always did.  

 Later that night, when the Bunker filled with soft snores, Dean found himself in front of Amaya's door. Opening the door to her room, Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. Amaya laid sleeping on her bed, blanket almost falling to the floor, her brown hair with purple streaks sprawled on the pillow, some of the strands on her face. 

Dean walked in and sighed. She looked beautiful and he had to make sure he could protect her. Taking the fallen comforter, he placed it over Amaya, tucking her in. His fingers grazed her skin as he put the stray hairs that were on her face behind her ear, smirking when she leaned into his touch. Dean could feel a pull in his heart. It took all his strength not to lean in and kiss her soft skin. With a sigh, he pulled back and walked out of the room, giving one final look before closing the door, making sure it didn't make a sound. He had to keep his distance, but he knew he had to get her out of his system one more time.

Chapter 2 

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[leviaju]

obey me! hc heights / how the boys would react to you being shorter + taller than them

i recognize that the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid decision, i’ve elected to ignore it

okay peeps so here’s the thing, i am a tall. because i am a tall, i also wish for the boys to be t a l l. because i am incredibly biased. i will only give the weak excuse that it’s because they’re demons and i can do what i want, and what i want is for them to be t a l l .

annnNNYways theyre under the cut from tallest to shortest

beelzebub

i don’t think anyone’s surprised here

probably about 6’6 or 6’7 (198-201cm)

b i g b o i

he’s. tall.

credits it completely to the amount of nutrients he consumes on such a regular basis

he doesn’t care really care about your height too much in comparison to him, he loves u with the entirety of his heart either way

but

if you’re smaller than him (which u most likely are, this boy is a tree), he will no doubt find you just. the cutest. he loves leaning down to kiss the top of your head or to hug you. will definitely pick you up any chance he gets just to carry you.

he loves being able to use himself as a shield and just. hide you completely behind him, especially if your scared or nervous or anxious because of someone/something

if you’re his height or taller, he just. absolutely loves to cuddle with you. he will tangle his legs with yours and just. pretzel around you. your limbs are so long and he’s finally smaller than someone so he will revel in it as much as possible. he llloovveesss your arms and legs.

lucifer

also not a huge surprise

like?? 6’5 (196cm)

he is tall. and graceful. and beautiful. and elegant.

if you’re shorter than him, he will definitely use your head or shoulder as an arm rest. even if you’re the exact same height as him, he’ll insist your shorter and use you as an arm rest. you can’t stop him.

if your taller than him, this boy will

w o r s h i p

your legs

any intimate moment you have

he loves your thighs especially

your legs are just so long and attractive oh geEZ

other than that, he doesn’t act much differently based on your height

this clingy little shit likes you for you, simple as that

belphegor

like 6’4 (193cm)

he a tall boy like his twin (but not as tall. doesn’t get as much nutrients bc he sleep)

i don’t have much of a reason for this other than the fact that like,,,

if you’re shorter than him, he’d be trying to get comfy with you in your bed before eventually giving up because yOUR BED IS SO SMALL WHY CANT HE FIT—

he just

picks you up and brings you to his room, where his bed is huge and he can stretch out all he wants with you

alternatively

you could be the same height as beel, but belphie refuses to be little spoon. you could be ten feet tall and he’d still big spoon. he likes feeling like he’s protecting you when you sleep

also because he’s so used to cuddling with his pillows when he sleeps it just feels natural

leviathan

around 6’3.5 (192cm)

i also don’t have much reason for this other than the fact that he’s a gangly nerd

he isn’t actually a gangly nerd (but he is)

awkward with his body sometimes, like his limbs are too long for him on occasion

loves height differences

probably due to anime because one character is always shorter than the other

he will feel like a protagonist whenever he’s next to you if he’s taller than you

will lose his mind if you raise yourself onto your toes/pull him down in order to kiss him

if you’re his height or taller, honestly at first he’s gonna be a bit :/ about it bc what about his aniME HEIGHT DIFFERENCE—

but when he realizes he has feelings for you, that stops mattering

absolutely loves resting his head on your shoulder when the two of you are playing games (but he can’t do it that often, he gets too flustered and can’t think)

if you wanna win a game of smash, put your arm around him and pull him close. he will ERROR 404

mammon

6’1 (185cm)

for no other reason than i’m biased as hell

also he’s a model so i guess i can use that as an excuse—

even though he’s relatively short compared to the rest of his brothers (like beel holy shit—) he’s still really tall.

his ego will inflate tenfold if he is taller than you

even if you’re the same height, he’ll still insist you’re shorter

“here puny human, let THE great mammon reach this thing on the top shelf for you!”

“mammon i can literally reach it myself, i don’t need—“

lowkey loves it if you pull him down by his tie to kiss him

although he will be flustered for a good amount of time afterwards unless he’s in a Specific Mood

if you’re taller than him, he will very much be blushing mess

easily flustered, loves looking up at you, somehow clingier than usual

will try to do the pull-you-down-by-the-collab thing, but accidentally slam his head into your nose and never attempt it ever again

he’s mortified

asmodeus

somewhere around 5’11 or 6’0 (180-183cm)

he insists that he’s “the perfect height for any lover ;)”

he’d say that no matter what height he is though

honestly could not give less of a damn about how tall you are compared to him

he treats you the exact same

because he loves you, and that’s the only thing that matters to him, really

you could be purple and it wouldn’t change how he feels about you

satan

you can pry (relatively) short satan from my cold, dead hands

5’9 (175cm)

he’s not even too short, but he gets the shit taken out of him by his brothers all the time for being the shortest out of them

has a height complex

if you’re shorter than him he will absolutely 100% be smug about it

he is a little shit

will constantly note how tiny you are compared to him, will kiss the top of your head any chance he gets while the two of you are alone together

it’s a huge ego thing for him

if you’re taller than him, honestly he’s gonna he kinda put-off at first

not to any fault of your own, it’s because of his insecurity

kind of a “goddamnit i thought humans were supposed to be small, this is bullshit, i thought i’d finALLY BE TALLER THAN SOMEONE—“

so please don’t mention his height when the two of you hang out he gets very upset and pouty

for the first little bit at least

he warms up to you the more he gets to know you however, and his height complex really stops mattering when it comes to you

still likes to feel taller than you though

will stand above you when you’re sitting

or fix his posture when you enter the room

he’ll kiss your forehead and rest your head on his chest when the two of you are in bed

and if he’s really shaken by something, one of the only things that efficiently calms him down is you holding him

maybe having a partner that’s taller than him isn’t that bad

bonus!

diavolo - 6’6 (198cm)

simeon - 6’2 (188cm)

barbatos and solomon - 5’10 (178cm)

luke - idk how kids are supposed to be like 4’9 (145cm) ??????

[redhoodieone]

Star-Crossed Universe

A/N: Yes!!! I’M BACK!!! This project has been on the back burner for so long and its finally time to upload it on here. I’m not sure what you all will think but hey...it’s fan fiction and everything and anything goes.

Warnings: Language, Humor (bad and good jokes), Sexual Conversations, and an ultimate Team-Up.

Plot: When Y/N is thrown into a mission way out of her league, she, and magician best friend Zatanna must stop strong demonic forces from entering earth through an unknown portal that John Constantine may have opened. With the assistance from the Dark Knight himself, a mysterious 1967 black Impala arrives in Gotham just when things start to go to hell. But who called the Winchesters? Why is there a clairvoyant bond between Y/N and Dean Winchester? And why does Castiel, an angel of the Lord, believe John Constantine isn’t who he says he is? And will Dean wear the Batsuit?

Move over Scooby-Natural because it’s Batman’s turn! The Winchesters join Batman and Y/N (You!) in taking down a villain who isn’t an everyday monster for Supernatural!

Please enjoy and comment! If you want a Part 2, please let me know.

  Part 1

 I don’t remember a time where tears felt like my own. Of course, it doesn’t help that I’m standing on the ledge when Gotham is down pouring like it always does at night. It shouldn’t be a surprise, really. Gotham is the only city in the US of A that is dark, depressing, manic, and suicidal.

 Even Superman refuses to stay here for more than a day.

 I’m not any better. The only reason why I’m literally dangling my feet over the edge is because I’m numb.

 Numb to feelings.

Numb to pain.

Numb to life.

 Bottom line is breakups fucking suck period. Especially if your ex-boyfriend is Bruce Wayne.

 And Batman.

 I don’t know why I put myself through this. The bitter pain of having to work with someone you love but to know they’ll never love you as much. Maybe this is why I should have never worked with Bruce.

 Dick left first and has successfully made a name for himself, Nightwing, in Bludhaven.

 Jason comes and goes throughout the months and has his own team of misfits who do good but cause chaos as well.

 Even Tim and Damian are working together. They’re training and leading the Titans. The last I heard from them is that they’re doing just fine.

 Except me.

 Who am I kidding? I can’t compare myself to Bruce’s kids even though I’m closer to Dick’s age than Bruce’s.

 Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out between us. Bruce is almost my father’s age, late forties early fifties. And he’s still sexy as fuck; stronger than ever.

 And here I am in my early thirties, expecting more than just a wordless promise of something more than casual sex and the uncertainty of the future.

 After three months ago, I’m trying desperately hard to not care anymore. The only constant thing in my life is being Night Bat, and I’ll die with only that part of me.

 Death.

 The one place where everything and nothing hurts anymore.

 “Y/N.”

 My head jerks to the right side where Zatanna is standing. With her hands on her hips, I can see her blue eyes blinking sadness and guilt. For a beautiful woman like Z, her broken expression is almost tragic enough to make me cry like her.

 If my own tears were my own. Maybe my tears are Gotham’s.

 “It’s Etrigan. He’s...” Zatanna chokes on her words. She literally holds her neck and tries to stop sobbing. “He’s dead.”

 I can feel my eyebrows raise as confusion and disbelief crash over me.

 “Dead?” I repeat. I can’t even believe that word is coming from my mouth. Etrigan is tough. Etrigan is a shithead. Etrigan cannot be dead. “How?”

 Zatanna shrugs her shoulders as her lips quiver. Seeing her broken up makes me feel like an asshole for not comforting her. So, I stand up and go over to her. Taking her by surprise, I hug her tightly.

 She’s my best friend. My sister. My partner in crime whenever we get into bad shit. (Sometimes...maybe).

 After Zatanna hugs me, she takes a step back and wipes her tears with her gloved hand.

 “He-he was stabbed. I... I don’t know by what but he bled and he was never one to really bleed, you know? I checked everything out and he’s dead. He’s really gone. But it was...a very fucking strange thing. Really,” Zatanna rambles on anxiously. Whenever she cusses, I know she’s angry and stressed out. “Whatever killed him, it’s not from around here. What I sensed near him, it’s not human. It’s not magical. It’s not even Kryptonian or extraterrestrial.”

 I swallow hard. “What do you think it is then?”

 “Demonic.”

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 “Have you contacted John?” I ask. My voice is rough and breathless. I’m busy shoving as much weapons as I can in my backpack, along with a few clothes and a book from Alfred about demonology. He said it was a gift from Constantine himself.

 I stare down at my long, silver triple-edged dagger that I found on one of my solo missions in Kansas when Bruce was fighting

 “Not in... six months.”

 The guilt in her voice makes me turn to glance at her. “Seriously?”

 I glance down at my black pants and boots to make sure I’m appropriately and comfortably dressed for tonight. I slip on a red and black checkered flannel over my form fitting black tank top.  After rolling up the sleeves to my elbows, I put on my black leather jacket and turn to face Zatanna.

 “What, am I supposed to keep in touch with my ex-boyfriend? I thought ex-boyfriends were meant to stay ex-boyfriends, not friends. And besides, you keep in touch with Bruce,” Zatanna responds smugly.

 “He’s...a co-worker...that’s-thats different.”

 “Bullshit,” Z laughs.

 I roll my eyes. “Whatever. I need a drink before we start...” I say, waving my hand up dramatically. “Whatever this is. I think a stop at Lucky’s is what we need.”

 “A trip to the bar is what YOU need,” Zatanna replies.

 She follows me out of my apartment until we stop in the parking lot where my motorcycle is parked. I don’t see her standing behind me with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised, as I take a seat on my bike and set myself up to ride.

 “What?” I ask, genuinely confused.

 “I could just you know...poof is there.”

 “Yeah, you could like you always do, but I need to ride my baby right now. It’s like, therapy for the low self-esteem, loner, rebels,” I say.

 To my surprise, Zatanna nods her head and gives me a small smile. I’m grateful she understands how much riding my motorcycle makes me happy. Makes me breathe. Makes me feel alive.

 “I’ll see you there, Y/N/N.”

 “See ya, Z.”

 And with that, Zatanna poofs for real. Her magic still surprises me. Whenever I see her perform her spells and tricks, I feel like I’m reliving magic shows I saw as a kid that I used to believe were real and powerful.

 But to know what Zatanna does is real is still unbelievable sometimes.

 And to think we have been best friends for five years now...amazing how time flies by I’m between laughs and heartbreaks.

 Revving my bike, I waste no time speeding out of the parking garage and into the streets of Gotham. The rain and wind in my hair sends me chills, as the lights and buildings pass me by so fast that I feel like everything I see is a blur; almost like in a dream-like state.

 Lucky’s is just a small country rustic bar outside of Gotham. City people usually don’t go there as the place is purely meant for drifters and stranded loners. I happen to love the bar. If I’m ever feeling down or angry, I always drop by to get drunk or frisky if I’m ever in the mood. Bruce was always disappointed in me for that. He always used to say I’m better than that and I shouldn’t put myself down.

 I sometimes think he’d want to say I’m easy, but Bruce is just so complicated sometimes. He can either be a total asshole or be the gentle sweetheart he is. You never know which side you’d see sometimes.

 Almost like Two-Face.

 Swerving into the mud to park alongside trucks and other bikes, I climb off my motorcycle and glance around the dirt lot. I recognize a few vehicles parked already. A new black Escalade parked closer to the bar is different and catches my attention rather quickly.  

 I pull my hair back into a ponytail and start my way over to the expensive ass vehicle when suddenly a black car speeds right pass me and parks right next to my bike, sending mud flying to my pants and on my bike! Rage suddenly takes over me. I can feel my blood boil and my jaw clench as several curse words come to mind. I twist around and instead make my way to that motherfucker’s car.

 A black 1967 Impala? What a fucking joke.

 As if this motherfucker owns this American classic. This self-righteous, prick probably stole it from some old fool or maybe his own old man.

 I’m ready to break this douchebag’s face. Knock all his teeth out and break his cock into two…maybe three pieces.

 I finally reach the driver’s door and quickly open it; door swinging back. This must piss off the man a lot, but I don’t care right now.

“Look, you motherfucker! You think you can just drive like a bat out of hell and get fucking mud on MY baby?!  Get out of this fucking car so I can break you apart with my bare hands!” I yell angrily and loudly.

The man climbs out of his car, but my anger suddenly vanishes. What the hell?

Holy fucking shit…this man is…hot.

Standing at 6’1, this man is almost intimidating. With short brown hair, tan skin, hypnotizing green eyes, and freckles splattered over his nose and cheeks, he’s fucking adorable…and sexy. I can’t help but stare up at him.

He smirks down at me. Underneath his dark jacket, he’s wearing a flannel shirt and black Henley, where I can already see his strong chest, muscled arms, and soft tummy.

“Looks like sweetheart likes what she sees, Sammy. I’d say we made the right choice for coming out to Gotham,” the man speaks smugly. His voice is deep and husky, more addicting than any liquor inside the bar.

Another man comes over to us from around from the car. This man, I’m assuming his Sammy, is FUCKING TALLER than the hot one in front of me!

Sammy chuckles lightly at me. Pushing his longer brown hair from his face, he quickly reaches out to shake my hand.

“Hi, I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean.”

The second those words leave his mouth; we hear someone quickly approaching us. Zatanna. And from the looks of theirs, they’re shocked and surprised to see my friend in her usual, sexy magician number.

Zatanna smiles, nonetheless. “Well, if it isn’t the Winchesters. We’ve been expecting you.”

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

May I please request an info dump about an OC of your choice? Ngl I’m super intrigued by the things I see you posting and I’m the nosy gay who wants to know moooooore 😁

Look what you’ve done, you’ve made me ramble 😂😂 were you aware when you sent this that you’d set off a 1,200 word monster of a post??  The only thing I considered but decided to leave out was gathering the links to the stories involving these characters that I have already posted (though if anyone is interested in that, I will absolutely do it, I don’t have a proper master post for these guys 👀)

But oh my god, I’ve never had someone request an info dump before, I don’t even know where to start! Well, I will fully admit it’s not a super developed world that these characters are in, I haven’t determined any specific overarching story that they all fit together in, I basically just made a little family who have made it good in not completely legal means who occasionally get caught up in fights with their antagonist duo who just won’t leave them alone.

(The rest is going under a read more cause it’s a lot haha)

Tyr is my first character, as in like. He was one of the first characters I wrote with when I was like ten, but he has changed a lot since then, his name, his appearance, even his background, basically everything about him except for his ability has changed. Maybe I should have just made Tyr a new character and kept the original one as is, but he just evolved so gradually and even if he’s nothing like he was almost (god, fml) 20 years ago, I still know it’s the same guy, so it doesn’t feel right to try to have both iterations as two separate characters coexisting in the same world. Maybe I’ll recycle bits of his past that aren’t relevant anymore and tack them onto another character, but I haven’t done any of that yet.

As he is now, Tyr is a black man with his long hair done in box braids that fall past his shoulders, 5’6”, and about 28 years old, with a heavy British accent. He’s protective of his friends and isn’t afraid to fight for any of them, no matter how short of time he’s known them, as long as they’ve given him reason to trust them. His ability is the power to manifest and control flames, which he doesn’t do often but is very adept at controlling it. 

Brennan is another character in the group, I came up with him about five or so years ago and he hasn’t gone through nearly as many changes as Tyr, but his name did change a couple years ago and I pinned down a couple other details around that time. Brennan is a pretty big human being at 6’5”, he towers almost a foot taller than Tyr with broad shoulders. In every way he throws a very intimidating silhouette, built like a rock and hard to knock over, but if one were to somehow pick him off the ground they would find him to be strangely lightweight.

And that is do to his ability, two huge black wings that he’s had since he was very young. Though he is a large person, his bones did not develop the same way an average humans would so that his wings can lift him. They are strong enough to carry him, he is a very skilled flyer with them, but they’re not strong enough to carry another person for very long, though he has managed to catch someone to slow their fall and at least get a little further away from danger. (I think I wrote this incident out but not sure if I ever finished it enough to post, but maybe I shall)

Brennan is white but tanned, short light brown hair and light blue eyes, 30, and uses he/him and they/them pronouns, which I do incorporate both of their pronoun options into my writing, it feels natural to me now when I'm writing and I hope it comes across clearly who is being referred to each time. Another important fact about Brennan is that they are non-verbal, they used to speak as a child but due to circumstances in their childhood that they haven’t divulged to the group just yet, they just eventually stopped speaking. Whether or not he is physically capable of saying anything, even he’s not sure, but he and everyone else in the group have grown comfortable enough with ASL that they can all communicate without speaking as well. 

And then there’s Kaipo! Or Kai for short, she is black/Polynesian, 26, 5’8” with thick curly afro hair. She has a bubbly personality and is really good with computers. She is unfortunately not the most detailed character I’ve ever made, I regret that I haven’t written as much with her, but in the fluffy musings I have about this little family, she is the one that drags everyone out of their bad moods and gets them to laugh through jokes and pranks. She is very much a meme master. Tyr and Brennan can both be heard groaning often at her terrible puns.

Trevor is a relatively new addition (I just went to look at the first thing I posted with him, it was two years ago already what the heck! It doesn’t feel like that long ago) Trevor is lean, 6’1”, white skinned with black hair and brown eyes. On his own, he is a normal human being, nothing unique about him to speak of aside from the fact that he will very much die early. I have not disclosed why, but he is terminal and would die within a matter of weeks. The only thing keeping him from an early demise is the mutual partnership he has forged with Algamoth, a lesser demon that Trevor unwittingly freed from captivity while saving himself. 

Trevor is around 28 years old, while Algamoth is not entirely sure how old he would be considered, but he has been on Earth for upwards of 1,200 years. He is able to exist without Trevor, though not in a very tangible way. Without being in a humans body he is not much more than a cloud or puddle that can fit in the palm of a hand. He is able to heal Trevor’s body, which makes their partnership beneficial to both; Algamoth is protected within Trevor’s body and Trevor gets to keep on living.

I started writing a blurb that would tie them in with the rest of the group, but have not finished it, I need to add it to my to-do list and post it haha

And then finally we have Michael. Everyone seemed to love Michael when I posted the first story that featured him, which that story was the result of a prompt from a Discord server I was on a few years ago. At the time I had no intention to mix him in with everyone else, but I think he would fit in pretty well. As you could probably tell from my ramblings last night, I’m not entirely sure which direction I want to take him, but I do have some thoughts on how to get him from where he is to where I want him to be and it does involve whump, but still pondering if I want that whump to reveal an ability he till now was not aware of. I have a vague idea of what he looks like but it’s not set in stone at all yet.

Other characters that have appeared in my writing are Malichi (Tyr’s boyfriend), Allison (the main antagonist), and Remy (Allison’s right hand). Another character that exists but has only appeared on page once is Promise, who is Kai’s girlfriend. That single story-ish thing with Promise only got one note lmao but tbf it wasn’t a full story, just a song inspired AU.

As of yet I don’t think I have any characters who are definitely straight, they’re all pretty queer in some way. Tyr and Brennan are both ace and panromantic, Kaipo is bisexual, Malichi and Promise are both gay, Algamoth is pansexual. I have not discovered yet what Michael and Trevor’s sexual or romantic orientations are nor pinned down what Allison and Remy are since they in general aren’t super fleshed out, though I have leaned towards them being girlfriends as well, but I’m not 100% convinced on that yet. 

AAHHH Wow, ok I didn’t expect for this to get so long, but I hope this was of interest! Typing this out and regathering info of these characters reminded me of a few WiPs that have never seen the light of day that I would like to finish some day, so hopefully this has given me the spark to do that.

[soahappylowman]

Boundaries ch. 6 (Happy Lowman)

Summary: Happy’s in charge of protecting a camgirl for Diosa. Words: 1634 Warnings: Nothing that I can think of?  Notes: Momentum, I’m telling you. Sorry if the pacing is off on this story. Originally this was supposed to be a quick story and I think that’s why I haven’t moved onto a new day yet. I’m still working through this pandemic since I’m an essential worker. I’m schedule for the next three days, and they’re all overnights. My shifts aren’t short, they’re 12 hours so I’ll likely not have any time to keep writing and updating so there might be a short break for the next couple days, just know that I am trying really hard to keep this up. Either way, enjoy n shit my dudes. 

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True to Happy’s word, he came back to Tessa’s room around 3 hours later. Tessa felt significantly better after a shower and a cat nap, although no more looking forward to her discussion with Happy.

Tessa slid into a pair of tight jeans, a plain long sleeve black t shirt and a pair of boots. She even straightened her hair after her shower. Tessa wasn’t sure what compelled her to put on jeans, let alone do anything with her hair when she wasn’t doing anything but spending time with Happy. She blamed it on the fact that he had packed her bag with the only whole clothes left which honestly didn’t leave her with a lot anyways. Tessa didn’t even want to think about the amount of money that she was going to have to put out in order to fix her life. Her apartment, all of her furniture, her clothes, her car, oh god this is such a mess.

Before Tessa could drown in the despair that began to cut through her chest, there was a knock at her door. Hesitating for only a second, Tessa slowly opened the door to reveal Happy. He was leaning against the door frame in such a casual manner, Tessa was struck by the size of him. Before she could stop herself, her eyes raked down his body and back up. Standing at least 6’1”, cladded in dark jeans and grey Sam Cro shirt with his leather kutte on top. Tessa can work out the lines of his muscles in his forearms up to his biceps, down to his thighs where his legs were crossed at the ankle and his dusty old boots. His thigh, oh god, his thighs if she could just get on top – stop. Jesus, fuck, Tessa. Control yourself. Tessa brought her gaze up to Happy, who noticed that she was checking him out. With a raised eyebrow, Happy’s eyes slide down her body and back up just as slowly as Tessa’s did. Tessa felt her face flush with heat, taking note of how Happy’s jaw seemed to clamp down on his toothpick just a little harder.

Tessa, once again, made the excuse that she hadn’t been to work in a week, therefore hadn’t gotten off in a week and simply needed a release and that’s it. This was no more than that, her body was simply used to being satisfied at least three times a week.

“Ready?” Happy’s raspy voice shot through her and pushed her to move. Turning around abruptly, she snatched her wallet off her bed and walked pasted Happy into the hallway without looking at him, determined to act like that didn’t just happen. Happy couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at the corner of his lips. Turning back to face Tessa’s back, he admired the cup of her ass in those jeans before walking past her.

The way that the clubhouse was left 3 hours ago was not the state that it was in now. It was early evening, around approximately 4 pm. Before, the place was practically empty with a few men in kuttes buzzing around, but now it was more packed. There were more men in kuttes hanging around, as well as women. There were significantly more women here, and they were all in various states of undress, which shocked Tessa a little. Tessa worked at a porn studio so a naked woman wasn’t something to bother her, but she never expected to see that in a clubhouse. Happy grabbed her hand as they made their way through the crowded clubhouse. Some women were bringing cases of liquor and beer, accompanied by the prospects, from the backroom connected to the bar. Some women were draped across the men in kuttes like clothing, and other women were cleaning. Tessa frowned a little.

Tessa dutifully followed Happy, although it wasn’t much of a choice with the way her hand was locked in his. She stared down at their interlocked grip, wondering if she should let go. Tessa’s developed boundary problems over the past couple years, as a result of people entering her personal space without her consent one too many times. Despite the fact that typically, she has reservations about being touched, let alone someone doing something as domestic and romantic as holding her hand, Tessa found that Happy’s was a little comforting. It was big, and the skin was rough and his hand was undoubtably warm but it made Tessa feel nice. This made her frown further. So lost in her thoughts about Happy’s hand, which almost moved into the impure range, she didn’t notice when they stopped up at the bar instead of heading to the exit.

“Well look at you two,” Jax leaned back in his seated position on the bar stool, appraising the couple that walked up to him, a smirk playing on his lips. Tessa’s face heated up again, using that as her sign, she slipped her hand out of Happy’s, although he didn’t put up much of a protest over it.

“We’re gonna head out for a bit, I’m gonna see what other information I can get.” Happy crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance. Happy and Tessa may not have noticed that he moved into a defensive position, but Jax did. He fought to keep his smirk from moving into an all out grin. All he did instead was nod his head.

“Gonna be back in time tonight for the ring? I got a couple bucks to place on you tonight.” Happy nodded, although didn’t offer up any more conversation. “Alright, make sure I can reach you.” With that, Happy turned and reached back for Tessa’s hand again, who, without thinking about it and despite the fact that she purposefully pulled away from him two second earlier, slide her hand easily into his.

Before they could get very far, they were intercepted in the middle of the clubhouse, half way to the exit when Juice called out to Happy.

“Hey, Happy, hold on!” Juice jogged through the clubhouse, narrowly missing a few of the other girls scurrying around, cleaning and grabbing alcohol. Despite another interruption, Happy didn’t seem irritated and Tessa didn’t bother try to dislodge her hand from his again. “I got a couple questions for you, Tess.” Tessa tried not to cringe at the nick name. How very… familiar of him to call her that.

“How long have you had your equipment? Like your camera and your laptop?” Tessa thought for a moment.

“I’ve had the laptop for years, about 4 or 5 years now, I got it when I started college. The camera’s fairly new, within the last year at least. It’s top quality. Why?”

“It’s going to take me a few days to work through all the equipment. You won’t need it for a few days right?” Tessa shook her head.

“I would prefer to use my own equipment. I like to save the videos on a zip file on my laptop to edit. I can deal without the camera and shoot equipment but the laptop’s kind of important. I don’t want videos on a computer that doesn’t belong to me.” Juiced nodded.

“If I can get all the passwords for your stuff, it’ll take less time. I can probably work with giving you your laptop back to you. I’ll just run a scan on the laptop. It can work in the background if what you’re gonna do isn’t too heavy.” Juice shot Tessa a wide grin. Tessa pursed her lips, and almost subconsciously leaned against Happy.

“Okay, I can work around that. I’ll get you my passwords, but if I find any of my videos released on the internet without my consent, I’ll charge ya Juicey.” Tessa shot Juice a toothy grin, in which he responded in kind.

“Sure, but can’t promise I won’t enjoy them on my own.” Juice winked at Tessa and a second later, Happy began pulling on her hand still attached to his. Tessa followed the biker dutifully, looking at Juice over her shoulder.

“I’ll get Happy to send them to you!” Tessa had a smile on her face. Despite her earlier reservations about the club she found she really liked the atmosphere. She doesn’t remember the last time that she enjoyed joking around with very many people.

Just as Happy and Tessa were about to exit the club, Happy stopped short, nearly knocking into someone coming in. Tessa peered around the biker, noticing a women taller than Tessa with long blonde hair. Tessa recognized her from Diosa.

Happy didn’t say anything to the woman who the pair nearly ran into it. The woman started for a second like she was surprised, although a second later, a sly smile slid onto her face as she eyed the biker up and down.

“Hey, Happy.” Her voice was as warm as butter and as sweet as sugar. She took a step closer to Happy, sliding her hand down the bicep of the arm that wasn’t holding Tessa’s hand. “I’ll see you later tonight?” The woman didn’t wait for a response before continuing on her way towards the bar. The only acknowledgement that this woman gave to Tessa was a last minute look at Tessa, then down to her hand still connected to Happy’s. The woman’s eyes snapped back to Tessa, giving her a once over. The sly smirk donned her face once more as she moved past Tessa, not saying a word.

Tessa doesn’t know why, but nothing about that exchange sat well in her chest. She shot a look over to Happy, who had clearly seen the moment between Tessa and the woman from Diosa. Tessa slipped her hand out of Happy’s and moved past him, exiting the clubhouse without a word.

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[fairy-writes]

Heyy, can I ask for a romantic male Boku no hero academia, jujutsu kaisen and Fire force matchup please?

My personnality is ISFP-T,my zodiac sign is Leo, my pronouns are she/her and I’m straight. I’m a black girl and my height is 5’7, I have 4c black hair and dark brown eyes, I wear glasses. My general style is more like jogging, crop top and jordan, or a cargo and an oversized t shirt. And, from time to time, my style is more like « a baddie ».

About my personality, I’m an ambivert (mix of introvert and extrovert). I’m most introverted and shy with strangers but goofy and dynamic with people I’m comfortable with but I'm quite stubborn and sarcastic. I am known to my friends as « the person who laughs every day and for nothing ». I’m « adventurous » funny and I love to « be chill ». I also know to be serious when it is necessary. I can easily stand up for myself like when something/someone is bothering me I immediately say it (and put people in their place sometimes..) and don’t necessarily need people to help me with this ( but it sometimes depends on the situation).I really like to cuddle, watch Anime/Netflix, just chill and listen to RNB/ US Rap. And finally, I’m collected but have a certain attitude. All that doesn't mean that i'm not polite and respectful because i really am.

Thank you very much and have a great day ! (And I’m sorry if I’d already send you this request, I forgot if I already send one or not 😅)

Hello lovely! I hope you like your matchups!

My Hero Academia Matchup: I pair you with… Hizashi Yamada!

Present Mic is 6’1” (whether or not this includes his hair, I don’t know), so he’s quite a bit taller than you! He also wears glasses and likes to try and get you both matching pairs, but they’re usually super cheesy, so you don’t wear them. He also occasionally teases you about your height, seeing as he’s taller than you. 

Hizashi is definitely an extrovert, but he has his chill and (almost) introvert moments where he just hangs out with you! He loves that you are adventurous, and the two of you go places ALL the time when he actually has time off from teaching and hero work. He also loves that you stand up for yourself! It’s something he finds attractive but also doesn’t mind standing up for you to protect you as well!

Jujutsu Kaisen Matchup: I pair you with… Gojo Satoru!

The tallest out of the three matchups at a whopping 6’3” tall! He sometimes likes to sneak your glasses away and hide them, but a well-timed kiss usually gets him to give up the location with the snap of your fingers. He just loves affection and is pretty clingy, if I had to say so myself. 

He’s also an extrovert! He quickly brings you out of your introverted shell and helps you interact with others! He straight up LOVES your stubborn streak and sarcasm, it makes it fun to tease you, but he never goes too far. Also, standing up for yourself is a great trait to have with this giant baby of a man; you put him in his place all the time, and he lowkey finds it sexy ;)

Fire Force Matchup: I pair you with… Akitaru Obi!

The man in the middle in terms of height! He’s only a little shorter than Gojo at 6’2 ½,” but he would NEVER tease you about your height. He finds your glasses extremely attractive and would be ecstatic if you bought him a fake pair so the two of you could match! I’d say Obi is an ambivert. He has his introvert and extrovert moments but ultimately comes out of his shell when he’s with you :)

Obi thinks your sarcasm is hilarious! He also loves that you laugh so much and your adventurous side. A common date between the two of you is just driving around the city and exploring! He loves that you stand up for yourself but wouldn’t be opposed to doing it for you!