#short reader

[daisymerollingg]

hiii i loved your flash falling in love fanfic sm it was so cute😭😭

your other idea of having a scenario of him falling for a reader that's strong also seemed very interesting. could you maybe write that but with like.. a short reader? like a reader whose power doesn't match their size at all? (hero or not)

(i may be projecting on the height part😔)

if not, that's ok. i just rlly like your fanfics/hcs, and i enjoy reading them a lot!! <3

Flashy flash, falling inlove? #2

Genre; fluff, hcs

Pairing; Flashy flash x reader

Short! Reader

side note; Isn’t projecting the whole point of x reader fics? 🤔🤔 I’m so glad you enjoy my fics ml! I appreciate your support sm sm 💋

not proofread (sorry)

Flashy flash doesn’t really focus on much.

well, what I mean is: his focus rarely strays to anything but himself and his duties, which sounds slightly narcissistic but he’s simply goal-oriented (and self-loving).

he merely wants to eradicate all evil and get stronger.

Truly, it’s surprising when you catch his keen interest.

You were strong. Possibly as powerful as him, that was the first thing that caught his attention.

The first time he caught you using the full extent of your power, he wasn’t sure if he was jealous or completely riddled with admiration.

but first he needed to test out how truly strong you were, and what better way to do that then accompany you on one of your hero missions, respectfully inspecting you as you slay the fiends bringing terror to the innocent.

very arrogantly asking you to a duel, apparently.

He’s very… stuck up about it. Which obviously doesn’t sit right with you, and your first impression of him isn’t the best.

He can’t help but look down on you, literally and figuratively, because of your miniature size.

However, when you finally have your duel, whether you win or lose or you end up in a draw, he does quickly learn he shouldn’t underestimate you.

After that interaction, he starts watching you more closely, maybe whenever you’re in the same parameter, or even going out of his way to find out what your schedule is and observing you from afar .He’s very subtle about it.

That was when he started experiencing something else other than respectful curiosity…

It’s how easily you navigate your strength and weaknesses, the immense sense of confidence that radiated from you and the power in your every move, it just kept pulling him deeper every time he witnessed it.

He began to talk to you more often.

He’d suddenly appear whenever you’re fighting any monsters and help you defeat them, then swiftly stir the conversation so he’s talking about anything that may be of interest to you, just so he can stretch out this conversation for as long as possible.

His tone is neutral and even a little cold, which fits the stoic expression on his face, so you can’t tell if he has any feelings for you.

Other people can though.

His quite oblivious to his own emotions. He just thinks you’re just another strong hero he can benefit from by being close to. Despite the fact he stares at you longer than he’s stared at anything else, and the fact he often times thinks about you and what you’d do, say or think in certain situations, or even the fact you give him a sense of inspiration he didn’t know he longed for.

ironically, the way it really dawns on him that he likes you, is when he catches himself adjusting how he looks on the reflection of a window before going up to talk to you.

Now that he thinks about it, he’s been taking even more care of how he presents himself ever sense he started hanging around you.

He starts growing more distant after really evaluating himself.

he doesn’t want these feelings to become a distraction for him in the future. He’s still a hero with a duty and a status to maintain.

It doesn’t last very long however, because in that small period of time he realized how much you meant to him.

it irritated him tbh, and he started cursing and insulting you in his head.

But all the negative thoughts dissipated as soon as he glanced at your face. The face that never left his thoughts or dreams.

His attraction to you manifests in subtle ways— He starts to stand closer to you. He compliments you a bit more but often times it’s (a little) back-handed. Whenever he’s in the hero association building maybe for a meeting or such, and he catches wind that you’re there too, he’s quick to ignore everyone else to look for you.

He’s still stuck-up, but he’s now a more gentle, patient, considerate AND stuck-up version of himself (to you at least)

He also invites you to spar or train together every now and then, and he gets so. Incredibly. Excited. If you make time for him. ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE THE ONE INVITING HIM TO TRAIN/SPAR.

He pretends like it’s whatever, and he doesn’t care that much. But he can’t stop thinking about it, like he just keeps looking at the time and calculating how many hours, minutes, seconds are left before he meets up with you.

I can see him confessing to you in a ver stupid way, straightforward and stupid. Something that would keep him up at night because it was so embarrassing and out of the blue.

After one of your sparring sessions, maybe you two are just talking and catching your breathes. And maybe he says something… er, stupid like…

”you know, a lot of people are impressed by me. Obviously.” *pauses awkwardly* “I, uh… i guess I’m kind of impressed by you too. Don’t let it get to your head though, when you can’t even reach my head.” -flashy flash, with a snarky smirk.

”your back-handed compliments are getting a bit old, flash. I can’t really tell if you actually mean them or want to get a rise out of me.” -you

Shit.

He starts to panic internally.

and his heart starts racing.

and he gulps.

“No- I- Sorry- I’m complimenting you! You’re very impressive! I’m impressed!” He blurts out loudly, his face frowning but flushed with red. You blink, surprised by the sudden switch in his demeanor.

”oh, it’s fine. I wasn’t being that serious-“ -you

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, the fact is, I’m inlove with you.” -flashy flash

”Wha-”

The confession is so bizarre, you burst out laughing.

he’s very flustered when you do, and is a little hurt, thinking you may be making fun of him.

How he is in a relationship with you…

In public, he doesn’t really do much. Just makes an effort to be around you when he can, and tells you to stay safe whenever both of you have to part ways.

but behind closed doors, he’s like a new person.

He’s soft and gentle with you, holding you, caressing you, kissing you. Everything.

did I mention that he’s very good with words? He’s very good with words. He tries to charm you constantly, reiterating his devotion to you with a new set of vocabulary each time.

He teases you as much as he sweet talks you though. Especially when it comes to your height.

He doesn’t mind your height difference, but he does find it kind of adorable. The way you crane your neck to look up at him, of how you can slip through small spaces thanks to your size, and how it sometimes helps you with being flexible in battle. But most of all, he likes when you have to stand on your toes and pull him by his collar to kiss him.

if you steal his clothes, he’ll complain and act annoyed, but he adores seeing you wear them. They’re so big on, but that’s what makes it so nice, it’s like a part of him is able to protect you. (In a strange/unique way)

He’ll gift you one of his favorite shirts/hoodies and drench it in his cologne. And will say something like “You steal it so much you might as well just have it. My god, you’re such a hassle.”

He likes giving you pet names like, “gorgeous” or fucking “sweetheart” or maybe even “sweetness”, or the typical “love”, “darling”. He’s very diverse.

When he’s feeling cocky he’ll call you “tiny” or “short stuff” (corny ass)

Just loves spending time with you and generally watching you do stuff.

sitting in your presence is simply intoxicating to him, it provides him with such tranquility he’s never known in his life.

You’ll catch him warmly smiling at you a lot.

He does worry about you sometimes if you’re assigned a dangerous mission, he’s confident in your abilities but that doesn’t mean he isn’t afraid you might get hurt. He’ll send you a short text like ‘hey, you alright? Call me when you’re done’ and he’ll check his phone constantly throughout the day.

when you finally text/call him, he’ll breath a sigh of relief then pretend he wasn’t worried in the slightest.

[madamechrissy]

Could you make a short fem reader! (Around like 5'0) x yandere gojo!

(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!)

Absolutely, I hope you enjoy this one!!! 🥰

Pairings: Yandere! Gojo x short Fem! reader

Explicit- sexual content, yandere behavior - wc 1.1k

°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ You're Mine, got it Baby? °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ 

Satoru pulls up to your home, and what does he see, but the neighbor helping you put in a new porch light, because you're so damn short. You're in that pretty sundress, how cute he thinks, before the anger takes over, because the neighbor has eyes for you, he's slinking his gaze down at you, right at your breasts, Satoru can tell even if you're oblivious.

Satoru walks out of the car and slams the door, beeping the alarm and getting your attention. You beam up at him with a pretty smile on your face, waving, as he scowls and walks up to the front step, looking at the neighbor who can't stop ogling you like a lovesick puppy, thinking of all the ways he could get rid of him.

How dare he even look at you.

Sometimes Satoru wonders if he should even let you leave the house, you already quit your job and stay home for him, but even stepping out front you're just too pretty. Perhaps he'll put a baby in you, to keep you more occupied? Fuck and the thoughts of putting a baby in you...

"All done here?" Satoru says then, getting the neighbor's attention, he's a young man with brown hair and doe eyes, he looks up at Satoru, who has his hands in his trouser pockets, as the wind is blowing around his soft white hair. Satoru looks at him behind those blue gucci shades, tilting his head.

"Y-yes, all done Mr. Gojo. Mrs. Gojo." He takes your little hand, bending down to kiss it, as Gojo scowls, clenching his fists. "If you need anything please let me know-"

That's it.

Satoru snatches you up by the waist then, picking you up like you're nothing, you cling to him as your short little legs dangle off the floor. You love how short you are next to him, you love how big he is, how you're clinging to his strong shoulders as his big arm wraps you, and you can feel his heart thudding in his chest, inhaling that cologne that's a hundred dollars a spray, hitting your core with need.

"She's pretty busy buddy, buh bye now." Satoru pats the boy on the shoulders, and he almost topples over from that, running off as Satoru walks you into your gorgeous house, shoving you against the door as it closes. He glares at you with those beautiful blue eyes behind those shades, his full lips in a terse line.

"T-Toru... I missed you." You say softly, and he moans softly, stepping closer and grabbing your legs, wrapping them around his hips, his thick length strained and pressing at the apex of your thighs. You moan, clinging to him tighty, expensive dress shirt tight in your grip.

"T-Toru..." He mocks then, glaring, one hand sliding possessively up your throat, his long fingers wrapping it. "You should know you belong to me, little brat. Yeah?"

"Of course I know! Toru he just offered to help when I was standing on a chair-"

"In this dress!?" You sigh, having an obsessive husband was hot at times, and at times scary or just annoying. "I had to leave work early when I saw him."

"When you saw him!?"

"You wait for me next time. Now, c'mon." He carries you to your huge four post bed, tossing you unceremoniously, and you gasp when he's shoving up your dress, yanking your panties down and then inhaling them, white lashes fluttering shut. "Only I get to look at these sexy legs." He cooes, sliding his hands up them, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Toru... they're not sexy, they're short!"

"I love them, they're the sexiest. When they're wrapped around my face." He whispers, kissing up them, as you gently take off his glasses, setting them on the night stand, before your head falls back in pleasure, your hips bucking up as his breath tickles your sensitive cunt.

"Toru I would never want anyone but you, I love you so much. Swear he's nothing compared to you." He exhales then, and he's yanking you by the fat of your ass, long arms wrapping your hips, as his lips kiss the puffy lips of your sex.

"Already wet, this better be f'me, baby. Is it?" He asks, so needy, and you nod eagerly, hands gripping that silvery hair.

"Of course it's you, Toru, no one gets me wet. I missed you today." He groans then, as you cup his face, then he's lapping at your cunt, sliding the flat of his tongue up your slit, spreading your folds and then dipping his tongue in your tight entrance. "Satoru! F-fuck!"

"Mmm." He's vibrating your eager cunt as he moans, and Satoru Gojo devours your pussy, he doesn't just eat it. He has you writhing under him, gushing wetness all over his beautiful face, as you cum so hard you're blinded. Then he has you flipped, and you're on hands and knees, your little dress shoved up your hips, as he smacks the fuck out of your ass, earning your yelp. "You're mine, say it."

"Y-Yours, Toru. I'm yours. Please..." You whine, earning the thick tip of his cock lining with your entrance, then he's shoved in so deep, and you scream out, head falling back.

"This tiny little body, all mine, fucking got me baby?" You nod eagerly as he fucks into you, one hand pulling on your shoulder as the other smacks your ass again. "No talking... to him again.... fucking gonna kill him... looking at..."

"Toru! Cumming!" You whimper, only for him to pull out, making you twitch and wriggle, burying your head in the bed as your cunt throbs, aching for him. "Toru, I'm sorry, I'm yours!"

"Need to learn a lesson, don't you baby?" He's fingering your cunt with two fingers, up and down on that spongy spot, and you can't stop the hoarse screams as your husband fingers you so good. "I think I need to put a baby in you, yeah? So you know you always belong to me."

His words should scare you but it's Satoru Gojo, so you just eat them the fuck up, until you're about to cum again, eyes rolling back, drool sliding out of your mouth. "Please, please... put one in me. M'yours, sw-swear!"

"Mmm, want a baby in your tummy from me?"

"Yes, please!"

"Never talk to him again." He shoves back in your cunt, stretching you out as he bottoms out, and you hear the squelching sound of your eager pussy suck him in. Your hands clutch the soft blankets as he begins slamming into you over and over. "Promise, and I'll let you cum baby."

"Promise, swear, I won't, I won't." He moans, then rolls his hips up, pulling your hair, big body taking over your little one, and he whispers in your ear.

"You're mine, got me, mine." You nod quickly, as you drip down his length, as you're so close, as his hands squeeze your throat.

"Yours." You whisper, making him moan softly.

"Good girl. Cum."

Hope you enjoyed this one, love! <3 I'm 5'0 so this one was immersive asf ahah

Full Gojo fics here: Cruel Duke Gojo story here - Sweet Lawyer Gojo here -Psycho Yandere Gojo here - Cocky CEO Gojo here - Masterlist

[selineram3421]

*friend comes up with something*

Royally Pissed

Part 1

Prologue

Alastor X Morningstar Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ Italics=thoughts, implied/suggestive *cough* bedroom name ⚠

In all honesty, Alastor didn't know why he did it but it just happened.

He pulled the small blonde out of the way, holding them close to his chest as a large dust cloud came from the now broken chandelier.

Mostly everyone in the room coughed as they tried to clear the dust from themselves.

"Are you hurt?", he asked them, noticing that the top of their head barely reached his chin.

How small.

"I'm fine.", they turned away to cough. "That was a lot of dust.."

Before he could ask for their name again, they were suddenly pulled away by none other than the King, Lucifer.

"ALRIGHT THEN!", he said before pulling them towards Charlie.

Haha!

The blonde slid over to his daughter, bringing along his other child as he began.

Looks like you could use some help

From the big boss of Hell himself

He held Charlie close before pushing her to see him sitting on a throne with fire rising behind it.

Check out daddy's glowing reviews on Yelp

He sang, scrolling on his hellphone to show her the reviews.

(Five star! Flawless! Greater than great!)

Three puppets said one after the other.

Oh, with the punch of a pentagram

A wap-bam-boom! Alakazam!

Alastor rolled his eyes as he watched on, but then he was suddenly pouring wine into a glass.

Who needs a busboy, now that you've got the chef?

The deer demon was pulled by the waist and landed in a pan, ears folded back as he angrily smiled at the King who grinned evily before he was flipped onto his front.

(Wow~)

I'm going to kill him.. Alastor thought before lifting himself up.

.

You were pulled into song and at the moment, were now sitting at a dinner table with your sister as your father was dressed like a server, hand about to reveal a meal.

Michelin-tasting menu

He lifted up the silver cloche, revealing a a "decapitated" Alastor, then some tentacles with red eyeballs, and finally a cake with him holding Alastor's head.

Free à la catre!

Oook.. You cringed. Dad doesn't like Alastor.

I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref!

He started focusing more on Charlie and started to make more things appear.

Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just the start~!

And then Alastor jumped in with blacklight, his backgrounds looking vibrant.

Who's been here since day one?

The deer demon pushed your father away, making him spin out of song.

Who's been faithful as a nun?

He was suddenly dressed as a nun, holding his hands in a praying position.

Much like how your father changed his scenes quickly, so did Alastor. You were having some trouble keeping up with it. His appearance looking slightly different with the lighting, his irises now green.

I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond

"Aw.", Charlie smiled.

He was now at the top of the stairs with your sister.

You're like the child that I wish that had

Alastor cupped your sister's face,

"Uh, what?", your dad said shocked.

Then your sister was like a child tucked in bed, literally. Alastor sitting at the edge and patting her head.

I care for you, just like a daughter I spawned

"Hold on now!", your father lifted up a finger.

The deer demon suddenly leaned his elbow on top of your dad's head, smooshing the white top hat.

It's a little funny

He started and pulled your sister to face away from your father.

You could almost call me Dad!

Suddenly you pulled into the song and were spun into a dip, finding Alastor smiling down at you with a seductive gaze.

(You can call me Daddy~), he whisper sang to you.

Your face turned bright red as you let out a squeak.

.

How adorable~ His smile widened as he saw them hide their blushing red face with their hands.

Now this one was on purpose.

After seeing the immediate reaction Lucifer had with him touching them. Oh, he had to cross multiple lines to see what the man would do next.

They were practically shaking in his hands, no doubt a little overwhelmed with what he had just sang just for their ears alone.

Let's see if I can fluster them more. He thought and raised a hand towards their face.

Suddenly they were ripped out of his hold and it was just the two men on stage.

The King growled, face darkening before he began to angrily play a fiddle, walking up to him with a scowl.

Alastor just smiled, standing up straight with his hands behind his back. Taking a step back as he dropped a piano on the short King before taking a seat on the piano bench, playing it confidently and showing off his skills before cringing at a loud sound.

His piano solo interrupted by an accordion.

Looking behind him, he saw Lusifer holding the instrument above his head with a frown, playing just one long note.

Really? He thought with a raised brow.

The two glared at each other before the spotlights above the two flickered out.

*me and my friend holding back our laughter* We can't laugh! It's 2 am!

~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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ML II for Alastor🎙 | RP ChL 👑

[holylulusworld]

Overdue

Summary: You’re a strict librarian.

Pairing: Mafia!Steve Rogers x Librarian!Reader

Warnings/Tags: short reader, mafia au, size kink (Steve), kidnapping?

I changed by posting schedule to match @navybrat817's Monday ask. Go, have a look a her blog and stories.

I had this one in my finished WIPs so here we go with Steve Rogers saving us from our job and boring Mondays. :)

You yawn and rub your tired eyes. It’s a slow day today. The library is almost empty, except for two teens hiding between two shelves to make out. You give them a pass for now if they don’t overdo it.

You turn your attention toward the books on your desk. Your colleague left them there after their shift for you to take care of. Just like always, they are selfish and lazy.

You huff and throw the pencil in your hands onto the desk. Your eyes are blurry, and you are ready to fall asleep. With only the two teens around, you allow yourself to close your eyes for a moment.  

Close to drifting toward your favorite fantasy you sigh dreamily. Your bed is calling for you, and you already miss your fluffy pillows. “So…tired…”

The door suddenly slams open, hitting the wall and you shriek in terror. Even the teens stopped making out to watch a tall man step inside the library.

He sticks out of this place like a sore thumb in his black slacks, black turtleneck sweater, and expensive grey overcoat. You can’t see his shoes, but you assume they’re expensive too, just like the rest of his outfit.

“Hi,” you put on your best-faked smile. If only he stayed away, you could’ve daydreamed a little longer. “What are you looking for?”

“A book,” he gruffly replies, eyes roaming the library. It seems like he’s searching for more than a book. “Where do I find the—” His tongue darts out to wet his perfect pink lips, “law books?”

“On the left side, the third shelf. Are you looking for a specific book, Sir? I can tell you where to find it if you know the title,” you offer, but he shakes his head. He’s halfway toward the shelf before you end your sentence.

You huff and turn your attention toward the stack of books left on your desk. You still have to handle the books, check them for damage, scan them, and return them to the shelves.

Engrossed in your task you don’t hear the man return to your desk. He clears his throat, drawing your attention toward him. You flit your eyes up to watch him run his hand over his thick, but well-trimmed beard. His blue eyes search yours for moment before he speaks again.

“How can I help you, Sir?” you repeat the line you said so often in your life you can’t even count it anymore.

“I’m looking for a book,” he repeats, earning a smirk from you. “A specific book.”

“Do you have a title?” You slowly get up from your swivel chair and round the desk. “Sir?”

“Hmm…” he simply watches you step next to him. Compared to him, you’re small, tiny even. “You’re short.” He states a fact you already know about. “Very short.”

You frown at his attitude. Yes. You are short. This doesn’t give him the right to call you short. “What?”

“Oh, that’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he takes a step closer to get a better look at you. “It’s cute, really.”

“Cute?” you are fuming and would love to shove your shoe up his ass. But you cannot risk getting caught while hurting a customer. “Do you know the title of the book, yes or no.” Your polite smile is fading, and you can barely hide that you’re pissed at the stranger.

“I know the title,” he lowers himself to whisper the title in your ear. “Do you have that one?”

“Yes,” you spin on your heels and march away, not waiting for him to catch up with you. He’s a stranger at this place, but you know it like the palm of your hand.

“You’re not very talkative,” he comments while following you.

“It’s not my job to entertain the people coming here. And it’s forbidden to be too loud at a library.”

“Ah,” he laughs. “You’re very strict, huh? I like someone following rules. I have a few too.”

“Hmmm…” you browse the shelf, finger sliding over the back of the books. “There it is.” You pull the book out of the shelf to hand it to the man. “That’s the one you are looking for.”

“You’re very helpful too,” he muses while his eyes roam your smaller figure. “How long are you working here?”

“Do you want to borrow the book? Are you already a member of our library? If not, you can fill out the application form.” You point toward the application forms on your desk. “I must warn you. Do not overdue the books, Sir.”

“Doll, do you honestly believe I came here for a book?” His features darken, and he licks those plump lips again. He dips his head to drink your trembling form in. “Do you?”

“What?” You splutter.

“You, out!” He jerks his head toward the teens. “Now!” They run out of the library, never looking back. “And you…” He turns back toward you, still that smirk on his lips, “will come with me.”

Your eyes widen in fear. “No.” You shake your head. “I won’t go anywhere with you. I don’t even know you, Sir.”

He chuckles darkly. Before you can blink you end up thrown over his shoulder. You slap him and scream. It’s no use. You wiggle and beg but he walks out of the library, with you hanging over his shoulder.

“I told you to take the day off, doll,” Steve laughs as you mutter under your breath. “Sometimes your man must take matters in his hands…”

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[blossombriefs]

Hello! I'm loving Legendary and I really like how you write Broly. Would it be too much to ask for some Broly headcanons with a short s/o? Thank you very much 🥺

I'm so glad you're enjoying Legendary! I love writing for Broly so enjoy some Broly x short reader headcanons!

-Of course, Broly finds you absolutely adorable. He loves to pick you up and spin you around when he hugs you. He finds your height "fascinating".

-Broly loves to plant kisses on the top of your head. It's only a slight lean down for him.

-of course, head pats are an essential part of his affection.

-He likes it when you squeeze his arm or wrist to grab his attention, it makes him blush.

-Broly would definitely move everything in the kitchen onto lower shelves for you to reach, however, he never minds helping you reach things that are too high up.

-he had no idea how much he liked physical affection until he met you. You fit perfectly in his arms and he loves holding you.

-he's such a simp for you

-when you're tired he doesn't mind piggybacking you to where you guys need to go. It gives you an excuse to grip onto his large shoulders and touch his muscly arms.

-Vegeta likes to make fun of your height when Broly introduces you to the group - however of course he's one to talk.

[fiendishfables]

Hiii cookie bookie pookie bear, I was wondering if you could write for my short king again (lucifer)! Babyboy is short but how will he be with a gf/wife that is shorter than him! Rahh so cute ♡

Lucifer x Shorter S/O! Fem! Reader

Headcanons

warnings: fluff, short people jokes, Lucifer being an emotional dork and lover

words: 664

a/n: sorry for the lack of fics, I've been super busy and have had no motivation recently! Thanks for 300+ followers, I love y'all!

First of all, it's very rare that Lucifer finds anyone shorter than himself, so you'll have to excuse the literal squeal of excitement he emits the moment he sees you

When you first mention your romantic feelings for him, he had a field day

Someone like yourself, being so beautiful AND short, liking HIM?

He swore it was like being back up in Heaven again

Definitely never misses a chance to make a short joke, despite his own height misfortunes

The internet aided him in coming up with originals

"Hey, how's the weather down there?"

"My golly, it really is the little things in life that matter, isn't it darling?

You have attempted to bite his ankles a few times

Don't worry, if his jokes somehow ends up hurting your feelings, he will be quick to apologize and coddle you for the rest of the day

He is usually very ecstatic whenever you ask him to get anything for you off of a high perch; his chest literally swells with pride that he finally has someone who can come to him for that sort of stuff

"Oh, that old thing up there? No worries, my love. Step aside, step aside now."

Ends up having to get the kitchen stool

But by then, more often than not, it ends up with neither of you being able to reach it, not even with the help of his cane or the stool

Results in him having to get either his daughter, or the spider pornstar he usually tried to avoid if possible (mainly result of his intimidations due to his height, but he was a friend of Charlies)

He will physically deflate if he can't fulfill a need/request you have for him; it crushes his spirit

Likes to put his arm on your head whenever he stands next to you

Its a symbol of both his affection for you and his desire to playfully irritate you

Says you make a good armrest

He only got the satisfaction of saying it once though, because you kicked him harshly in the shin after

He thinks you are just the cutest thing when you're mad; he likes seeing you yell at other people, especially Alastor

But if you yell at him instead during these times, he will go wrap himself up in a blanket and have a breakdown on his own time

You wont see him for a good hour or two; he's off sobbing in some random corner

Eventually he will resurface and request your attention, which you gladly provide him with, apologizing and telling him your words were only humor based and not meant to be taken to heart

Lucifer is already such a sensitive soul, he claims you are turning him to mush by just being the cutest thing to ever behold him

He can't fathom the idea of ever making his precious lady mad at him

Loves getting you funny t-shirts and stuff that have short people jokes on them

Almost always insists on being the big spoon when the two of you cuddle

He's finally taller than someone for once in his life, okay?

He gets the chance to feel like he is effectively protecting someone, this time by covering them with his body like a shield; this has never happened before

Let him have this one victory; he feels accomplished, the poor baby

No one can deny that he has tons of fun with you, as he now gets to be the one who feels all high and mighty

Your height is an ongoing topic throughout the relationship

He often forgets that he himself still only stands just above five feet

He once even tried to fight Alastor because you genuinely make him feel like he's a 7ft giant

Safe to say he came back to you with his tail between his legs, feelings hurt, and still a whopping 5,2

But with you, he may as well have been standing on top of the world

[magiccath]

Tenth Doctor x short!Reader Headcanons

A/N: I saw @raz-writes-the-thing do this and have been meaning to put my own spin on it as a short person helplessly in love with 10. Let me know if y'all would be interested in a one-shot with some of these ideas (I might already be working on it hehe)

The Doctor really likes to pick people up off the ground when he hugs them, so you being on the shorter side actually works in his favor

He will move all of your things to the bottom shelves so you can reach them (anything to make your life easier)

Still, he prides himself in being able to reach things on the higher shelves for you

You establish a sort of code to deal with your height difference

A tug on the sleeve or a gentle tap means you want him to lean down (for whatever reason that might be)

A whisper in the ear, cleaning a smudge off of his face, or (his absolute favorite) a kiss

He gets excited every time you tap him, always secretly hoping he’s going to get some kind of affection out of it

You better learn to walk/run quickly cause he is entirely oblivious to the long strides he takes

If he’s worried you can’t keep up he will just bend down and urge you to hop on his back

Sometimes he just does that for fun too

Once he just ran around the TARDIS with you on his back for fun

He likes the close proximity of holding you like that

Any excuse for a hug

He loves being the big spoon cause he can wrap his whole gangly body around yours

Cuddles are his favorite (regardless of your height, let’s be honest here)

When you hug him he can comfortably rest his chin on your head

He’ll plant loving kisses on the top of your head and your forehead

Playfully calls you “short stuff”

He truthfully doesn’t mind the neck and back pain he will inevitably get from bending down all the time

It’s worth it to him

[neonpaperlanterns]

Hii! I have a not-so-detailed request! Hope you don't mind! Can you do Dogday (already with his legs stiched) with a short reader? I think that standing he'd be pretty tall, so let's say reader barely reaches to his chest. Reader is not a child, though! It's just that DogDay is inhumanely tall, and that combined with someone who struggles to reach for stuff that's higher up than usual makes the size difference pretty evident. Thank you!

[A/n: I derived part of this story from personal experience. My partner is taller than me and while logically I know those bowls fit better on the top shelf it doesn't make it any better.]

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Too Big and Too Small

“You did this on purpose.” You’re standing in your kitchen, staring up at your cupboard. You had come in here because you had wanted something sweet. There were cookies on the bottom shelf, you distinctly remember putting them there because you knew you would want them soon. But somehow the box has made its way up to the tippy top. 

Which inherently wouldn’t be a problem but your step stool is conveniently missing. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Narrowing your eyes you cut a glance at what you're sure is DogDay’s faux innocent expression. Or at least you intended to but instead your gaze settled on the faded yellow fur of his chest. Your lips purse as you lean your head backwards. He’s smiling at you, ears perked and tail swishing back and forth languidly. 

The sight made your lip twitch. He looked so happy and sweet. It was making it difficult to hold onto your indignation. But you were gonna try. 

Putting your hand on your hip you used the other to point accusingly at the cookies.

“You put those up there.” It was said as a statement.

“Pfft, no. Why would I do that? I bet it was Kissy.” He waved his hand about, deflecting.

“Kissy would never.” She might but you weren’t going to agree with him. “And don’t say Poppy because even with the stepstool she couldn’t reach.” You watched as his face lit up.

“Then maybe it was a joint effort.” DogDay bounced on the balls of his feet. Clearly this was the only explanation because he would never do something like this. It’s getting harder to hide your amusement. Realistically how could you ever be annoyed when he looked this happy? The answer was you couldn’t. 

But!

You really did want those cookies.

“Alright, sure, whatever,  whether the girls did this or not. Could you help me? ” You heard him chuckle, it was a pleased sound. Like he got away with his mischief. Which you guess he was getting away with it, considering. 

DogDay beamed as he bounded over to the cupboard. He easily reached the top shelf. Honestly he was almost too big for the kitchen. His head nearly brushed the ceiling and he had to hunch over to get through doorways. Really your home wasn’t suitable for him or Kissy. Maybe you should move? Find a better place for them. One where they could move around freely. Where they could go outside without concern. 

“Here ya go Angel.” DogDay chirped, bringing you out of your thoughts. He held out the box of cookies proudly. 

“If ya need me to get anything else for you, no task is too tall.” a large hand came down to encompass your head, ruffling your hair. You smiled though you had to wonder if he put anything else where you couldn’t reach. Not that you minded. 

If putting things where you couldn’t get them and playing your knight in shining armor made him happy, you weren’t going to ruin that for him.

“Thank you. Could you go grab Poppy and Kissy. I got something I want to ask you guys." Nodding vigorously, DogDay took off down the too narrow hallway. Figure hunched as he rounded the corner, disappearing in to the rest of the house.

Yeah moving was a good idea. They deserved it after all.

[y0ur-loca1-lyr3]

Heyy! When you have time could you do a oneshot with husk helping his crush, who's shorter than him, get something that's too high? I've been 4'09 forever so I can relate to short girl problems 😆

A/N; Omg dude I’m 5’3, and no I can’t reach the top shelves, it’s so frustrating to climb the shelves like some kind of mountain climber trying to get some cereal from the top shelves of Walmart, so this was very personal lol. Aside from that tho this was very fun to write, thanks for the request <3

An Extra Pair of Wings

Pairing; Husk x short!reader

Warnings; none other than sickening fluff <3

You were short, which yes, came with its perks, like not banging your head on doorways, and being able to have a good amount of room under the shower head, (unlike Alastor) but it also had its struggles.

Of course Alastor would frequent using you as an arm rest, and Angeldust most definitely picked you up like a sack of potatoes whenever you got into chaotic actions, but also the basic stuff like shelves too.

This particular day, you were trying to reach a trinket on a shelf over by h the bar to show Angeldust, but it was on the oh, so dreaded top shelf.

Instead of taking the obvious answer, and taking one of the barstools, you decided to take the hard way and climb the shelves like a ladder for whatever unknown reason.

The only problem is that the shelves in the hotel weren’t the most reliable (as expected) and about halfway into climbing the shelf, you felt it begin to wobble. Thankfully, Husk noticed this, and picked you up off the shelves with a scolding stare, “You can’t just climb shelves, at least use a barstool.” He said similar to a father lecturing his child. Despite that though, he was somewhat worried about your reckless decision, along with your safety.

Husk sighed and took the trinket off the shelf for you, and handing it to you, “or… y’know, i’m uh, im always here to help too.” he noted nervously, scratching the back of his neck while avoiding eye contact, and if it weren’t for the fur, he most likely would’ve been blushing.

You giggled at his extra side note, “Thanks Husk, I appreciate your worry.” you said with a smile, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as a thanks before walking back over to Angeldust to show him the trinket.

Husk just stood there, staring at you with his paw over his cheek, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

Needless to say he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face for the rest of his shift <3

[yumelatte]

let's try it (dying for love) together - chapter two

inevitable, ain't it?

In which Lighter meets you in his underground fighting days and develops long-lasting feelings for you; you don't fare much better.

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tw: attempted sexual assault (not by lighter)

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The fresh scent of lavender filled your senses as you tended to the newly bloomed flowers in its pot. After watering the four rows of flower pots, the watering can feel light in your hand. You set the quarter-filled can down on the table before you and took in the sight. You admired the view; each row had bright and beautiful blooming flowers—the results of your hard work. Smiling to yourself, you turned away from the table and checked the seeds that were still growing on the other side. 

You heard a clear chime from out in the front, signaling that a customer had entered the store. You paid it no mind because Orchidea was working with you. She handled customer service while you were tasked with handling work in the back. Make no mistake, you didn’t mind talking to customers—you loved conversing with people about their purchases and gardening ideas. It’s just… you tended to go a little overboard with the chatter, so Orchidea relegated you to the back. She didn’t mind you chatting with the customers, but some of the people mentioned being overwhelmed by you to her. You took no offense to it; you were a bit passionate at times. 

You were interrupted from your work when you felt a slight tug at your leg. “Ehn-enn-ne-ne-naa-nah! (Master told you to do something!)” 

Midway through spraying the newly planted seeds with water, you looked down at your small but mighty store helper, a green knee-sized figure with brown and green leaves atop its head and a target resembling a pit on its body, you said, “Ooh, sorry buddy! I was too busy to hear.” Your eyes swept towards the entryway to the front before they landed back on the bangboo. “What did she say?” 

“Ne-nhu-ehn-na-ne. (She said to wrap a bouquet of white poppies for the customer.)” It raised its arms above its head as if to emphasize urgency. “Ehn-nuh-ne-nah. Nuu-ne-naa-naa. (Once you’re done, you can hand it to the customer. He already paid for the flowers.)”

“Got it, little buddy!” Hearing that, you wasted no time in gathering the white flowers from their designated perch and wrapping them up into a neat bundle. Orchidea was allowing you to talk to a customer? You were overjoyed at this rare opportunity. You couldn’t waste it! 

You patted the bangboo’s head—it gave a little “ehn-nah~” in response to your affection—as you made your way through the arch leading to the front, bouquet in your arm. 

Your eyes were met with a sight; The first thing you registered was that the customer was very handsome. The thing standing out first was his red scarf. The bright accessory lay around his neck and the gold piece, adorning it, reflected under the lights. He was standing with more of his weight on his left side, hand on his waist. His dark green hair was styled messily with some stray curls. Despite being inside, he was wearing dark sunglasses with gold accents. His outfit consisted of a thick black leather jacket decorated with tiger stripes and sharp spikes, a slightly torn undershirt, and tight pants that were kept together with a gold insignia. To complete the devastating tough look, he even had a leather strap on his thigh connected to his buckled belt and sturdy boots. It occurred to you that you were not-so-secretly checking him out, so your eyes retraced its path to where his eyes would be. He was looking directly at you—eyes widened behind his shades, hand under his chin.  

The second thing that you noticed was that he resembled awfully like your first love. You were lost in the moment—remembering him. Your first love had hair like the man in front of you—fluffy green hair that you just wanted to run your fingers through but never could. You also gave him a pair of sunglasses that you only saw him once with—like the ones perched on the man’s face. You remembered staring up into his striking emerald eyes with bated breath for the last time—the same eyes the man has. Wait a minute, he doesn’t just look like him, he is him. 

The third thing that you realized was that he—your first love—was standing in front of you, and you didn’t know what to do because you ghosted him from before. 

The bouquet was safe in your arms; you didn’t drop the bundle, but your mouth opened in silence. The man—Lighter—matched your shocked stare. 

Orchidea’s eyes flickered between you and Lighter and with amusement, broke the stillness in the air. “Do you two know each other?” 

You were pulled out from the suspended moment by your boss’s voice. “I-” You cut yourself off with the back of your knuckle over your lips, eyebrows furrowed and eyes still focused on the man you loved—love. Him—returning your look with the same amount of interest. You knew he also wanted to know what you were going to say. Shaking your head, you held in your emotions. You didn’t want to face him like this—not when you were working—not when you weren’t ready. He always does this—catch you off guard. Even after all these times, he still catches you off guard. You steeled yourself, still looking at Lighter. “...We knew each other…” With your words, Lighter lowered his head and tugged on his scarf with one finger, lips pulled downwards. He looked like a kicked puppy—one that you had kicked. 

“Knew? Does that mean you guys don’t know each other anymore?” Orchidea asked incredulously.

You waited for Lighter to say anything—anything to hear his soothing voice once again, but he didn’t speak. So, this was how it was going to be? 

“...No, we still know each other… right?” You directed the end of your question towards Lighter, giving him a chance to talk. 

Lighter spoke finally, “...Yeah… Good to see you again,” he ended with your name, stuttering like it was a foreign sound on his tongue—not used to saying it anymore. 

Hearing his voice again caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. It also greatly pained you that he never got the chance to say your name again. 

Orchidea clapped her hands together, suddenly remembering why he was in here. “Yes, this gentleman here has just purchased white flowers. Please give them to him.” She moved away from the register and tried to make her way towards the back when you stepped between her and the doorway to the back.  

“Sorry Dea, I forgot I had to do something in the back. Can you give them to him for me?” Handing the wrapped bouquet to Orchidea, you spoke as if Lighter wasn’t there. You didn’t waste time letting Orchidea reply before you rushed back to where you came from. You couldn’t deal with this right now. 

“Ehn-nuh-nah? (What’s wrong?)” Your green bangboo helper piped up, in the middle of spraying water on some seeds. 

Oh, your store’s little bangboo was so cute! If you appeared to be troubled, it would try to cheer you up. You don’t know if you could recover from this, to be honest. “Nothing, buddy. Don’t worry your little head over it, okay?” You watched with feigned interest as it continued spraying the plants with little spritzes without looking at what it was doing—its attention was on you. 

“Nah-nuu-ne-ne-naa! (Whatever it is, you can overcome it!)” Its white eyes closed to indicate a happy expression. 

You half-smiled and petted it, feelings of anxiety bubbling through you. “Thanks. You’re the best bangboo one can ask for.” 

“Enh-ne! (Hehe, you betcha!)” 

It continued with its tasks, fully concentrated. Back to you— revealing its quirky “30% off” sign. 

You could hear hushed voices from outside—not being able to hear what they were saying. You wanted to explain yourself to Lighter so badly. He needed to know you didn’t leave him by choice, but… you also didn’t blame him if he didn’t want to have to deal with you again… 

You wanted him by your side again, but did he want you? 

The bell chimed again, signaling that a customer had entered through the door—or exited. 

You peeked around the corner of the entryway, trying to see if Lighter left, but your vision was met with the blue and white material of a blouse, and you were bombarded with the scent of flowers. You blinked as you made eye contact with your boss. 

Orchidea had a smirk on her face while looking at you, eyes filled with mischief. With her right hand, she adjusted her bangs and with her other hand, she held out a bouquet of purple flowers towards you. You looked at the bundle offensively. 

“Dea, you know I work at this store, right? I can get flowers anytime I want.” 

Your boss cleared her throat, never breaking eye contact with you. “Ahem, these are not from me.” She smiled knowingly at you. “These are from the gentleman that just left.” 

Ah, so they were from Lighter. 

Wait, they were from Lighter???

Realizing the flowers were from him, the blood rushed to your cheeks and Orchidea let out a small sound of amusement at your reaction. “Purple lilacs?” 

You looked at the offensive bouquet once more and she was right; the soft, purple petals of the flowers stood against the white parchment paper. Purple lilacs represented the first emotions of love, but there was no way Lighter knew that, right? Ah, you can’t do this! You turned away from Orchidea to—hopefully—hide your face, but she continued to hammer your embarrassment in. “Who was he? He sure thinks highly of you.” 

He thinks highly of you? You weren’t so sure. 

Your boss was highly perceptive—nothing got past her—so you decided to tell her the truth even though it stung a little. “He was—” you paused, eyeing the purple blooms in her arms,“—is someone from my past.” You carefully took the bouquet from her as you continued, “We were just starting to date when I couldn’t see him because… of something important.” You furrowed your eyebrows, head wrapped in the memories, “I was supposed to meet up with him, but I didn’t…I couldn’t…” You looked at Orchidea again, voice shaking and vision blurring. “I tried to see him again at our usual spot when I could, but when I waited there… and kept waiting there… and he never showed up…” Your cheeks were warm from the tears that fell down your face, arms tightly holding the bouquet that Lighter intended for you to have. “...What was I supposed to think?” From your blurry sight, you could somewhat see Orchidea’s worried expression, and she comforted you by placing a hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t stop your sobbing, “I didn’t want to leave him, but I didn’t have a choice!” 

Orchidea offered you a sad smile, patting your shoulder. “There, there.” 

You couldn’t stop your tears from escaping your eyes—you didn’t want to cry—especially during work. You felt bad for Orchidea, having to see you like this. You were supposed to be here, helping out—not crying your heart out. You were glad that there were no more customers in the store. 

“...If I may?” Orchidea said lightly, “...Shouldn’t you be telling this to him?” Her head gestured towards the exit—where Lighter had left by. “I’m sure he would understand if you just told him why you couldn’t see him.” 

Would he? Would he really? 

“Dea…” you sniffled, clutching the bouquet, it was not forgotten. 

Crossing her arms, Orchidea said your name with a huff, “I’ll let you off the hook this time, but next time, I expect you to be at your 100 percent when working.” 

She let you off work early to make amends with your first love. 

You weren’t going to waste this opportunity, but what are the chances he was still around after that whole mess? 

You rushed out of the store with the bouquet still in your arms, the entrance bell ringing signaling your leave, and you hoping that he would be outside. When you got outside, you felt silly. 

The chances weren’t high, apparently. He was nowhere in sight—and you just stood there, stomach in knots. Surely, he must still be around, right? 

You scoured the area; by the statue, by the newsstand, by the apartment advertisement, by the mall entrance—looking for any signs of Lighter—to no such luck. 

You stood in the middle of Lumina Square, looking and feeling lost. People made their ways around you—paying you no mind of your anguish. 

You never moved on from Lighter, and it showed. 

New Eridu’s sky was darkening as you sat dejectedly on the playground’s bench, the bundle of purple flowers also sitting by your side. You played with your hands, thinking to yourself—lost in your thoughts. 

It was silly to think that Lighter would stick around—even if he gave you hope with the flowers. It was silly to think that he even knew the meaning behind them. He probably didn’t mean anything with it. He probably just thought it was a kind gesture, and you were just overthinking. That man had no mean bone in his body. 

Sighing, you pulled out your phone—the weight in your hand felt strange. You weren’t used to having luxurious items in your possession. It was something to get used to, courtesy of your brother. You also needed to text him in order to get home. You were still in the process of getting your driver’s license. 

You were just about to text your brother when someone cleared their throat. Straightening up, you reeled back as you put down the screen to see who it was that wanted your attention. 

It was Lighter—him, standing out with his red scarf and dark sunglasses, against the play area’s background. He met your gaze and smiled softly at you, saluting you with two fingers. “Hey, stranger.” 

At the unexpected sight, you opened your mouth in awe. 

“Didn’t expect to see me, huh?” 

You closed your mouth and averted your eyes from him, feeling like the you from all that time ago. The you that kept getting caught off guard by him. How does he do it? How does he keep making you feel like this all the time? The butterflies in your stomach fluttered hard against their confines just by being in his presence. You hated and loved the way he made you feel at the same time. 

His name escaped you as you finally found your words. “Lighter, you’re still here!” You stared at him, still not believing he was right in front of you. You rubbed your eyes with both hands and blinked twice, trying to make sure he was still there when you opened your eyes. 

Lighter took it as an invitation to take a seat beside you. His eyes peeked from behind his shades to look at the bundled flowers between you and him and let out a hum. “I didn’t want to do something I would regret. I already have enough regrets as it is.” 

The unspoken words lingered between the two of you. 

You wanted to speak—you wanted to explain yourself, but you didn’t know where to start. So, you could only wallow in your thoughts. Your mind was scrambling to mold your feelings into words. 

The waves and the boats behind you and Lighter filled the air between you both—with their soft swishing, slowly making their way inland and low hums, engines paddling them across the reflective blue waters, respectively. 

You tried again with an apology, looking at him with heart-felt eyes. “Lighter, I’m so sorry…” 

He didn’t respond clearly, shaking his head with a rueful smile and muttering something.

You craned your head to try to better hear what he said. “Sorry, what was that?” 

He muttered something again, but you didn’t catch it. 

You moved closer to him in an attempt to hear him, the flowers bunched up between you both. “Sorry?” 

“...Why?” You could hear him clearly now, and his question made you freeze up. 

“...Why did you do it?” He stared at you with such a painful expression, you didn’t know if you could keep looking at him knowing that you upsetted him. 

“I can explain.” you admitted, wanting to clear the misunderstanding between the two of you as soon as possible. 

It was like he was searching you for your soul with the intense look he had on his face. All he could focus on was you. He was anticipating your explanation. He wanted to know why you left him the way you did. 

You would give him it to him—he deserved that much. 

After kissing Lighter on the cheek and leaving him, you wondered where your brother disappeared to. 

During the climax of the fight—where you w atched in horror as Lighter fell from one swing from his opponent and then got up with a new purpose right after—Vincent had whispered in your ear saying that he had something to deal with. You whispered back asking what was so important than his friend’s match and him about to win it all. Vincent could only look at you with a hard expression, unable—or unwilling—to tell you. You wanted to question him—you really did—but Lighter was at his best right now and you wanted to support him all the way. So, you let your brother go—him disappearing among the loud and bustling crowd. With him gone, you didn’t think much of it—you were too focused on Lighter. 

But in hindsight, maybe you should have thought about it. You should have thought about it because it was how you got into the situation that you were in. 

Before you could search for your brother, you lost consciousness as you felt something soft over your mouth and someone catching you as you fell. 

You woke up somewhere cold and hard, wrists and ankles all tied up with tough rope. Your blurry vision adjusted itself to take in the scene in front of you—your brother, awake and looking worryingly at you, also tied up, across from you—with masked people surrounding you both. Another person made themself known when they spoke beside you. 

“So, the princess wakes up, eh?” 

“Princess?” Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. You were no princess; you didn’t have lavish items and staff waiting on you. You were far from it. 

The crafty voice let out a chuckle, “It was an expression, sweetheart.” 

You shuddered hearing the pet name—the unpleasantness unable to ignore, and you also couldn’t ignore your racing heart as you finally realized the situation you were in. Tied up, next to an unknown masked man, Vincent—also tied up and only a few feet away from you—with armed members you could only assume to be affiliated with a gang around you both. 

“You also might as well be a princess with how guarded your brother was with you.” The man next to you whispered into your ear—you trying to get away from this creep. “He’s the knight to your princess. The protector of his liege!” Your attempt at increasing the distance amused him. “You’re so lucky to have such a kind and caring older brother looking out for you.” He laughed loudly, slapping his thighs with both hands. Looking in the direction of your brother, the unknown man scoffed and shrugged. “...Too bad, it backfired on him.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and you didn’t like what he was implying. “What do you mean?” 

The unknown man smiled to himself, enjoying the accusation in your voice, but did not reveal anything to you. 

You looked at your brother in desperation, willing him to explain. 

Your name left Vincent’s mouth hurriedly as he explained, “I had to do something! I didn’t want you to keep working at that place. This was the only way to get rid of the debt that’s been hanging over our heads.” You watched as Vincent hung his hand down low. “I… I made a deal with them. If I rigged matches, I could get a cut from the fights and those cuts were huge!” He clenched his fists. “Now, I know that they weren’t worth it…” 

You couldn’t hide the betrayal in your voice, “So… the money that you gave me for Lighter’s present?” 

Vincent looked away from you, too ashamed to keep eye contact with you. “...Yes…” 

“Lighter going against that guy wasn’t a mistake?”

A pause before, “...Yes…”

“He was supposed to lose, is that it?” 

His silence was all the answer you needed. 

You didn’t know what to say. You thought your brother was clean—that he always knew wrong from right. He was supposed to lead you—be your role model. You were wrong—he wasn’t a role model at all. He was leading you to your end. 

“Enough chit-chat. Your brother’s mistake cost us a ton of money and not to mention, outraged people.” The gang leader stood up from his wooden chair and tapped his metal bat against the ground. “Our reputation is down in the gutters and he’s to blame for it. I think he deserves a little lesson. One his little sister should be a witness to. So she can endure the same pain that he goes through.” He nodded at the masked men and cracked a smile at his fellow gang members. “What do you guys think?” 

He was met with cheers—like the ones in the arena rooting for their favorite fighters; except, they were rooting for your brother’s demise. 

You watched helplessly as they crowded around Vincent—him shouting and begging for his life. You felt like crawling into a ball and hiding away from the world. This couldn’t be real. Just a moment ago, you were with Lighter and in his arms. You were with the person you love, and you were waiting for your brother to be done with whatever he was doing to go home. You went home and slept right? This was just a nightmare right? You tried to cover your ears—trying to make the sounds of your brother’s painful sounds disappear—but the rope was making it hard to do so. At the very least, you weren’t looking at your brother anymore. 

That came to be untrue as the gang leader lifted your head and held your head, making you look at Vincent—his bruised and beaten-up self coming into view. “Nuh-uh. None of that, sweetheart. Take a good look.” 

You tried to move your head, but his grip was deathly. As you struggled, he swept his eyes over your form and then let out an appreciative whistle. 

You froze, dreading what was going to happen next. Why did he whistle like that? 

“Actually, on second thought, I don’t think beating up your brother is enough. I think I have to take something else from him…”

Eyes widening, you looked at Vincent, gauging what was going to be next. You didn’t want to look at your captor because you already knew—you were scared of what you already knew from his words alone. Vincent was gritting his teeth the best he could with what facial nerves he still had. “H-Hey, can’t we talk about this?” His nervous hoarse voice broke out. “I mean, you already have me like this… so… please… just leave her out of it…please…?” 

His pleas fell on deaf ears as the gang leader reached for your pants. 

Your heart fell to your stomach, despair spreading throughout the nerves of your body. You couldn’t do anything as he popped the first button off your jeans. 

Before he could get the second button off, a hand stopped him. 

It was Vincent’s hand—red and purple speckled, but still strong. When did he have strength like that? Another question popped into your head. How did he get here so fast? You glanced in the direction your brother was supposed to be in and found the rope loose on the floor. Even the gang members that were around him were surprised. Your eyes went back to the sight of your brother squeezing the leader’s wrist—his grip—deathly. 

The venom in Vincent’s voice was unmistakable, “I told you to leave her alone.” 

“Wha—?” Vincent used force to break the leader away from you and got between you and the sleazy guy—one arm raising to herd you behind him, acting as a barrier—taking heavy and deep breaths while fighting the pain from his body. 

When did your brother get this strong? Your eyes—quickly ran over the muscles that you realized he had gained. You lightly gasped as you noticed the scars lining his once-unmarred skin. You forgot your brother was a fighter too. He was so different from the man who first began his career in the arena. Gone was the skinny would-be protector—in his place, a proud and strong knight defending his liege. You had been so focused on Lighter—you forgot you also had your older brother—but he never forgot you. You fought the urge to cry—not now. You won’t let them have the pleasure of seeing you at your weakest—or your weaker… 

Vincent held his ground, glaring at the masked men. 

“What are you guys waiting for? Take him down and take the girl too!” 

At the leader’s voice, the members took action: rushing to you and your brother’s position, but Vincent predicted it and took them on while maneuvering you out of his way with precision. 

Ignoring his injuries, he battled his way through the numerous thugs, and then all that was left was the head of the pack—the guy who dared to touch you. 

When did your brother become such a demon?

“H-Hey, we can talk about this, alright? You want money? I can give you however much you want!” 

Oh, how the tables have turned. The leader—on his rump—trying to scoot away from the demon before him. 

“That’s how I got here in the first place, so no… I don’t want your money. I want you to repent for your sins.” Vincent cracked his knuckles, getting ready to make a mess out of him when you croaked out, “...Vinny…I just want to go home…” 

It wasn’t a lie—you really just wanted to go home. 

Vincent half-turned his head towards you and released a deep sigh before turning back to look at the scum beneath him. He sucked in a deep breath and spat at that ground next to him, dragging you with him towards the outside of the building—not without making a threat though. “If I see you or any of your members near us again… well, you already know.” 

The leader whimpered and cowered away as you both exited the abandoned warehouse. 

Outside, Vincent untied your bindings, and you stretched out your limbs—unable to hold back the tears now. “Vinny… What about you?” We need to go to the hospital…”

Vincent ignored you, facing the direction your home was in and taking a step. “You wanted to go home, so let’s go home.” 

“...Vinny…” You noticed him putting less pressure on his right leg than his left leg. “Why did you take it when you were capable of fighting back?”

He flinched when taking another step. “Because I thought they would just be satisfied with taking it out on me… I didn’t expect them to bring you into it.” 

You didn’t make a move to follow him. He was badly hurt, and you didn’t know if you could help fix it like all the other times after his fights. “I’m serious. You need to get checked out.”

Suddenly, he turned to face you and screamed, “With what money?!” His arms were spread out in front of him as he said your name angrily. “Huh? With what money? Tell me. Cause I would love to know!” 

He was right; hospitals were expensive, but you didn’t want to see him hurt or make himself worse. You were only worrying for him, and he dared to raise his voice at you? The tears filled your eyes, but you wiped them away and screamed back at him, “Don’t yell at me! You were the one who got us into this mess!” you hiccuped, accusing him. “It’s your fault!” 

He yelled back, arms bent and hands flat pointing at you. “I know! You don’t think I know that?!” His voice cracked, vulnerability making itself known. “You think I wanted us in this situation?!” 

You stared at him as he stared at you—eyes narrowed at one another, lips snarling—neither one of you backing down. He lowered his voice, only now noticing the screaming match between you two. “I know…” 

An understanding passed between you and your brother, angry tension in the air disappearing as you both silently agreed. Less than happy about it, you approached Vincent and leaned against his side with an arm across his back. He relaxed against you, wincing and hissing. 

“When did you get so cool?” 

It was hard to shake the admiration in your voice. Vincent shook—laughing—as he tried to match your stride—not noticing that you were trying to match his pace. “I was always this cool…” His eyes were focused on the moving ground. “You just never noticed.” 

Feeling guilty about neglecting your brother, you attempted to give him a side hug from the position you two were already in. “I do now.” 

“...Yeah, well…” he trailed off, not finishing his thought. 

Even if he saved you, he was the one who caused it, and you wouldn’t let him forget. “It’s still your fault…” You repeated as you both walked back home—you supported his weight the best you could while he had an arm over your shoulder and tried not to walk on his right leg—limping. 

“...I know…” he replied back sadly. 

“...It’s your fault…”

“I know.” 

“Vinny… it’s…”

“It’s my fault, I know.” 

Lighter let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and his fists shook—knowing his palms were going to have indents later, despite the gloves. He never thought that you could ever be in that situation… He was hurt because you left him without saying anything, but he knew you were also hurting—you both were hurt people. When coming to see you, he was already going to forgive you—he just didn’t expect the reason why he was forgiving you. Your brother was a real piece of work—endangering you like that? The nerve of him… Lighter had the wrong impression of him. He thought he was the kind of guy who wouldn’t do something like that, but desperate people do desperate things. 

You could see him thinking about what you just told him, continuing, “My idiot brother didn’t want to go to the hospital, so I had to tend to his wounds myself. They were never that bad after the matches, but I had to learn how to treat them because of his stubbornness…” You let out a frustrated sound, “Hah, he didn’t let me go and see you the day after because he noticed suspicious people around the area. I wanted to see you so badly… but I also had to take care of my brother.” You rested your head on the palm of your hand, watching the kids play with the pull-up bars, and seeing a little boy fall down from the yellow structure. “He could barely move an inch, so I looked after him. It felt like I was returning the favor because he always looked after me.” You blinked, a little girl was now fussing over the little boy, she looked to be asking if he was okay and if he was okay to keep playing. The little boy brushed his fall off and bounced right back up, one hand already on the ladder. The little girl brightened up and followed him up. You smiled at their antics, “Vincent got better in about two weeks or so…Once he was better, he was adamant about going back to the Ember Arena. He also noticed that the weird people weren’t around anymore, so… But… I didn’t want him to go because it might have been too soon considering his injuries, but I also wanted to see you, so we went… and I waited for you.” You glanced up at Lighter, seeing his gaze was already on you. Biting your lip, you carried on, “...I think you already know the rest…” 

Clocking your action, Lighter’s eyes were distracted by your lips then by your phone, glinting from the sunlight, in your hand. “You…” he tried to find a way to phrase it without offending you. “...You’re okay, now? You’re not…” His hand making wild motions—nothing making sense to you until you noticed him looking at your phone. You put the phone face down on the bench. 

Your airy laugh rang out in the air; Lighter stopped his hand gestures to listen to your laughter. “I’m doing well financially… You can thank my brother for that.” 

“...He…?” Lighter felt like he stepped on a mine he shouldn’t have stepped on, but you realized what he was thinking of and quickly diffused the misunderstanding. 

Both your hands flew up and waved frantically, “Vincent’s still alive, of course!” Your hands returned to yourself and rested at your sides on the bench. “You could say…we’re not really on good terms…” Your head was slightly swaying, enjoying the breeze. “I think he still feels guilty about everything—especially getting in between us—that he’s been trying to make it up to me ever since then.” You sighed, thinking about it. “Actually, he did another stupid thing that I got mad at him for and that’s why we rarely talk anymore.” 

Lighter waited for you to continue. He wanted to hear all about your brother’s fuck-ups. He felt bad for you and your brother, yes, but he was also insanely curious. He wanted to know more about you. 

“Can you believe that guy struck another deal with another gang?”

Lighter’s gloves put themselves flat against together in front of his face, and his lips turned into a fine line.

“I know, right? Well, it turned out for the better anyway… thankfully… I stopped working at the convenience store, but to spite my brother, I started working at a floral shop instead. He didn’t say anything about it because he knew I was passionate about flowers. He noticed I started taking an interest in them a little after the incident.” You looked at the bouquet laid between you and Lighter, teeth finding your bottom lip and one hand reaching out to lay upon the beautifully wrapped package. “Lighter…”

Lighter perked up at the sound of his name leaving your lips. 

“...You know, I never got over you…” you admitted, eyes averted from him—wearing your heart on your sleeve. “...Did you get over me…?” 

“No,” he also admitted, with no ounce of hesitation. He eyed your lone hand on the bouquet he told Orchidea to give you. 

“Pfft-” Noticing where his focus was, your other hand covered your mouth as you went on, “Did you know that purple lilacs mean the first emotions of love?” 

He recalled Caesar raving about them during one of her shoujo manga sessions. 

“Heya, boss. Whatcha doing?” 

“Ah, Lighter! You scared me.” Followed by the Overlord’s clearing of her throat and playing it off, attempting to hide the book against her chest. “I’m just reading about some very informative stuff!” 

Lighter flipped his sunglasses up and scanned the cover of the book that Caesar was holding—a male with his face covered by his messy hair with a shorter female pouting and blushing away from him. What kinds of information could the boss be getting out of this?

“So, what did you learn?” Lighter’s hand was supporting his chin with his shades sliding down his face, eyes filling with interest. 

“That purple lilacs are the way to a girl’s heart! They represent the emotions of first love!” Caesar couldn’t contain her squeals of delight, “Ah~ When will it be my turn to be on the receiving end of one…” Caesar realized there was a crack in her carefully crafted image and cleared her throat again, dawning the tough girl look again. “But you didn’t hear that from me!” 

Lighter couldn’t hold back a smile from remembering his boss’s quirk. She was rubbing off on him…

“Yes,” he answered your question honestly, gloved hand slowly moving towards the bouquet. 

“Do you…” You turned to look at him with hope in your eyes. “...Do you think we could try again?” 

His eyes softened as he placed his hand over yours, gently enveloping your small one with his larger one. “We can,” He raised your hand against his lips—lightly skimming the surface of your skin—one striking eye peeking behind his dark shades as the other half was covered by his green hair—peering at you so lovingly. “If you want.” 

You felt a million things at once: Heat creeping along your neck and eventually to your face—heart drumming inside your chest—the smooth material of his glove against your naked skin, along with the soft feeling of his lips against your hand was driving you crazy—your head and heart was going to burst from all these emotions.

You closed your eyes and kept your hand where it was—right against his lips—because you couldn’t move from excitement, and the way he was making you feel was addicting—the way he was staring at you was addicting.

Fearing he was going to be your doom, you had to process your thoughts first… He just admitted to feeling the same way you did, even after all the things you put him through. You didn’t know whether to be happy or sad—maybe a little bit of both. You were happy because he wanted to be by your side, but you were also sad because was he really forgiving you so easily? You didn’t know if you deserved it, but if he was giving you this chance again… then…

You needed to exchange contact information with him because how else are you going to communicate with him? It was what led to this situation, in the first place. 

Slipping your hand from his grasp, you replaced it with your phone in his face. “Can we see each other again?”

Lighter scoffed, letting out a sound of disbelief, “I just said we can try again and now you’re asking if we can see each other again?” He complained, but he entered his information into your phone, setting his name as plain ol’ Lighter . After sending a text from your phone to his number, he locked the screen and gave your phone back to you with a huff, “I’ll come see you as often as you’d like.” Pulling out his own phone to register you as a new contact—what he entered you as was a secret. “The city is a little far away from where I live… but… you’re important to me…” He put his phone down, rubbing his neck with one gloved hand and head facing in the opposite direction from you. 

Kneeling with one leg on the bench, you held your phone closely in front of your face, hiding your big grin. “Lighter? Are you being shy?” 

“...No…” His reddening eartips betrayed his words—he readjusted the sunglasses on his face with a finger to cover his eyes. 

As you laughed at his reactions, the wind howled, blowing his long, red scarf across your face and causing you to lose your balance because of your surprise—him immediately reaching out with his hand to grab you—saving you from the embrace of the ground and straight into his lap—back against chest. You froze against his warm body because now, it was your turn to be embarrassed. The raised ridges of his pants felt unfamiliar against your legs—the cold metal buckle of his thigh strap gave you goosebumps; leather, jagged zippers, and faux spikes dug into your back, and his all-consuming scent invaded your nose. He smelled smoky—like burning wood—like the ones from a comforting campfire—like cedar, and he also had some hints of cologne, which was weird because he didn’t strike you as the type of guy who cared about that, but you couldn’t deny that it was pleasant. Your head swayed slightly, eyelids fluttering and getting hazy with being this close to him. 

His voice right against your ear had you shivering and it wasn’t from the cold. “Heh, who’s shy now?” You knew he could definitely feel you shaking on him, but that didn’t deter him from leaning his forehead on your shoulder, breathing hot against your exposed skin. “...I forgive you.” 

You let out some kind of noise that was halfway between a sigh of relief and nervousness, head swiveling around to try to look at him—all you could see was the top of his head, the position making it difficult to see him fully. You decided to give up on looking at him—instead, focusing your gaze at the empty playground and relaxing against him. Realizing that his arms were around you—hands resting against your middle, you compromised by squeezing his right hand with yours—and you didn’t even contain the sound of your giddiness when he returned your affection—him squeezing back and smiling against you. 

Lighter never got over you, and it showed. 

[rileyh20]

I feel like dallas would have so much fun with dating a shorter reader

I'm talking purposefully moving things just a little to high or far back on top shelves, hiding stools, using their head as an arm rest stuff like that

Just being the most teasing bastard ever lmao

Could u maybe write some head cannons abt that? Like maybe some suggestive and some not? Only if u feel like it ofc, love ur blog(page? Whatever it's called lmao) have such a nice day!!

Yeah I can do that, not sure about the suggestive stuff as much, but maybe you can take some things off here as suggestive?

You didn't specify male, female, or anything, so it's gender-neutral!

(And I think it's blog)

I had a hard time thinking these HCs, so, sorry if they aren't the best!

(This also means I don't have that many of them, very sorry)

Dallas "Dally" Winston x Short Reader:

You are totally right about the shelf thing, he would purposely put things he doesn’t want you finding/grabbing up high and would also just put things of yours up there for fun

He made a mistake one time by putting something you really needed that day, finding you on a very unstable chair and about to fall over (He catches you and then scolds you about it, it gets into a petty “fight” kinda thing)

He would totally use your shoulder (Or head depending on how short you are) as an armrest

He probably enjoys picking you up a lot, and swinging you around his shoulder or like a front piggyback ride?? (Like the one where you wrap your legs around his hips or something, I hope that makes sense-)

He lets you borrow shirts sometimes (Or you steal them), and he laughs at you because sometimes they look like short dresses with how tall he is and how short you are

Someone thought you were his little sibling once from how short you are (Cousin works too)

The amount of times he calls you short daily is mind blowing

Shortie is your official pet name in this relationship, not anything else cute, just shortie (You get him back by calling him a weird giant or something)

You like to steal his jackets because they make you feel like you’re wrapped in a big blanket

He has to bend down to kiss you, and or he just picks you up to save both of you the trouble

In modern AU, he would do those trends like showing your short friend/partner or your pet the top of things/places they’ve never seen before cuz they are short

Sorry it isn't that much, but this is what I could come up with!

[moonsplit]

Can you do any blooming Panic Li(Toaster if you would 👀) with an S/O who is short? I mean like, REALLY short 😅

✰ "You're Closest" ✰

pairingミ☆ Toasty x Short!Reader word count ミ☆ 485 tagsミ☆ height differences, x reader (as much of my stuff is), short (<500 words)

notes ミ☆ fun fact: I'm actually in love with everyone form Bloomic and would adore more reqs for this and my other silly little dating sim fandoms <33

They knew beforehand you were short, of course

They had kinda expected it, not being used to anyone taller than them

That comes with the territory of being 6'4

But truth be told they thought you were exaggerating when you mentioned barely broke 5 foot, and that you weren't even sure if you did

You were not exaggerating

He almost laughed, almost

You literally came up to his shoulder, he almost missed you you were so short!

But aside from the occasional teasing comments on it, I imagine he probably wouldn't mention it much

He was used to everyone being shorter than him, so by how much wasn't a big deal

However

That height difference got abused by the both of you

You had something high-up you needed to grab? Oh toastyyy~

They drop something? "Well you're closest to the ground"

You need to kiss them? Well it's not your fault they're so tall, you practically have to pull them down by their shirt!

He was trying to hide a present from you? That shit's going on the highest shelf in the house

On the note of you pulling them down to kiss, or to just be face-to-face

You could be married to the guy and they would still get flustered over it

Especially if it's just to pepper kisses all around their face, or just hold their face close to yours while you talk

It's like their heart stops, it's horrible (please never stop)

If you like being carried he'll do his damndest

Like he said, he likes pampering his partners

If that means giving you little piggy back rides around the house or carrying you bridal-style to the bed, well

Neither one of you is complaining, are you?

He's never needed a ladder or stop-stool a day in his life but when he notices you struggling to reach things, he gets you one

For those times he can't just grab things for you for one reason or another, and besides, he doesn't want you to be dependent on him

One time he was kneeling to do something and

It was so weird seeing you from this angle and not breaking his back to do it

You two were almost eye level

Almost

He was still taller

That bastard

When you're doing his hair

(Which is often, mind you, they love it when you do their hair)

They actually don't mind having to sit on the ground in front of the couch for you to do it

The pros outweigh the cons

Ultimately I don't think the height gap is very prominent in how you treat each other though

You tease him for being tall, he'll return the sentiment, and then you'll go about your day like normal, utilizing each others' heights for each others' benefits

And besides, you're not the one bending down, and he's super easy to fluster

So really, you win

[yoitsjay]

Fireball

Pairings: Wrecker x Short Fem! Reader

Summary: you and Wrecker have a special bond, and nobody, not even the grand Admiral can say anything about it without a little bit of violence.

Warnings: tarkin being a creep and an asshole, sexual innuendos, angst, Wrecker is a sweetheart, tensionnn

Word count: 2,756

Thanks for the help @moomoog017

It wasn’t often when The Bad Batch was stationed on a Jedi cruiser, let alone Anakin Skywalker's Jedi cruiser, but Admiral Tarkin and the general wanted an update on a current mission of theirs, plus Ahsoka had to see her best friend in the whole wild world.

You had a day before the meeting, but as soon as The Marauder had landed you basically sprinted off said ship and towards the padawan who was waiting for you with a huge grin. “Soka!” A squeal left your lips as you embraced the younger girl tightly, both you and her letting out soft giggles as you whispered some unintelligible things before you pulled away and bowed to Anakin. “Master Skywalker, a pleasure as always.” You spoke up, deepening your voice and trying to be professional towards him, but the snort that Ahsoka let out made you laugh again.

Anakin chuckled and pulled you into a hug, ever since you had met Anakin and Ahsoka, you had become your own chaotic little trio, especially in the fighter jets, now that was a fun time.

“Fireball! Wait up!” Wrecker called out, a laugh laced in his words as he jogged after you, Hunter, Tech, cross and echo however, just walked towards you, Ahsoka and Anakin. Anakin patted your head before walking towards Hunter, shaking his hand in greeting as they shared some words that you weren’t really paying attention to.

Ahsoka grinned at you again, grabbing your hand gently. “You want a tour? some things have moved around since you last came here, Rex can show your boys to their barracks.” Ahsoka offered, noticing your cheeks burn red when she had called the bad batch ‘your boys’

Ahsoka gave you a look, but you simply swatted her shoulder with your other hand. “I’d love a tour.” You breathed out, turning to look at Wrecker with a bright grin. “I’ll come find you later for our sparring date!” You called out, before running off with Ahsoka.

You still felt like a child at heart, despite the fact that you were ruthless on the battlefield, cutting through droids like they were nothing but an inconvenience to you.

After the tour, Ahsoka had brought you around to the barracks where many of the reg’s were, as well as The Bad Batch. You walked inside, taking a look around before you spotted ‘your boys’ who were enjoying themselves in their designated little bunks, making fun of the shiney regs. You thanked Ahsoka again for the tour and she nodded before walking away whilst you headed towards the five boys, shooting crosshair a look when he spotted you.

“Quit teasing the babies Cross, unless you want to be treated like a baby again.” You joked, but even at your teasing words crosshair had shut his trap and backed up, no longer making fun of the reg like he had been previously.

You looked up at Wrecker, shooting him a wide grin. “I’m ready for our training sesh Wreck! let's go.” You spoke up, watching as he jumped off his bunk, landing on the ground beside you. “Hell yeah! I'll kick your butt!” He exclaimed, and you simply nudged him before heading to the training area that Ahsoka had shown you.

Thankfully it wasn’t too far of a walk from the barracks either so when you're done kicking wreckers ass he doesn’t have that far to limp. Soon, you and Wrecker were in your sparring stances. Your lightsabers and robe were off to the side in a neat little pile so you were standing in your regular clothes which consisted of a tighter pair of light tan pants with knee high brown leather boots.

Your top was just a simple tank top tucked underneath your pants, and over that you had a belt which had clips for your lightsabers, as well as a thigh harness where you would normally put holsters for blasters, but instead held a small credits pouch on one leg, and a ration pouch on the other. And finally, you had two bracers on each arm, made from the plastoid armor clones usually wore, painted with the bad batches colors, the numbers 99 on your right arm at the top of the bracer.

You didn’t wear a lot of armor, forgoing protection for flexibility, You were small, so less of a target anyway especially with how fast you were.

You cleared your throat, tightening your hands into fists as you stared at Wrecker, nodding. “You ready big guy?” You asked, a sly smirk playing across your lips. “Of course” Wrecker replied, before sprinting after you. You let out a soft squeak, sliding under his legs, grabbing his ankle as you slid under to try and trip him, but it didn’t work.

Instead you jumped backwards onto your hands, kicking your legs up just as he spun around. You managed to clock him in the jaw before he grabbed your ankle and tossed you into the mat tied onto the wall. You grunted but quickly recovered again, rolling your shoulders back as you charged at him this time, using the force to give you a boost up into the air above him, where you landed on his shoulders.

You wrapped your legs around his neck, squeezing slightly as you tried to force him to fall backwards so you could pin him. You did manage to get him to fall, but you didn’t predict that you would land on your back so hard, which forced you to release your hold on his neck.

Wrecker grunted, getting onto his knees as he gave you a quick look to make sure you were okay, and when you gave him a thumbs up he just grinned and grabbed your ankles before pulling you towards him. “No!” You squealed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, managing to free your leg which you sent flying towards his face.

You landed a swift kick to his chest, having missed his face but again it was enough for him to let you go, so again you got to your feet. Wrecker recuperates quickly too, grabbing ahold of your arms before you could run away.

Wrecker then slammed you into the matt underneath him, pinning your arms behind your back as he pressed his weight onto your lower back. You felt his codpiece drag against your leg for a moment, a small gasp escaping your list, a blush rising to your cheeks as his chest pressed into your back. You close your eyes for a moment, before hearing the buzzer of the match being won. You quickly wriggled from his grip, sitting on the mat a couple feet away as you panted heavily.

There was an unrecognizable emotion on Wrecker’s face for a moment, but it quickly dissipated as he offered his hand to you. However you playfully slapped it away and you stood up on your own. “Another round?” You asked, but before Wrecker could agree your and the squad’s names were called down for the meeting in the briefing room. Wrecker groaned, but you simply shrugged before sliding your vest and robes back on, clipping your lightsabers to your belt.

On your way out of the room Wrecker lifted you up, placing you on his shoulders with a grin, you laughed, resting your hands on your thighs while his hands gripped your legs to keep you steady. When you reached the briefing room Wrecker helped you down, and you entered with the large man following close behind, Hunter and the other boys were already inside, talking with Rex while Ahsoka and Anakin talked with-

“Admiral Tarkin.” You snarked, catching everyone’s attention. Your distaste for the Admiral was very well known, especially after he said some choice words when you were still a padawan learning under Kit Fisto, though at the time he was only a general.

The Admiral turned to look at you, a slight scowl making its way onto his lips. “Commander Y/n.” He greeted, yet you grinned. “Ah ah! its General now Doll” You snarked, using the name he called you all those years ago. Tarkin rolled his eyes but said nothing else, turning to look at Anakin.

“Are we ready to start the meeting then?” He asked, and Anakin nodded. The meeting was boring, and filled with logistics you couldn’t really bother to pay attention about. However you felt Ahsoka nudge your arm, and you jolted slightly before looking up. “Hm? sorry could you repeat that?” You asked sheepishly, glancing over at Hunter who looked… angry?

You turned to look at Anakin, who was also frowning, but towards Admiral Tarkin. You looked at him finally, eyebrows furrowing as he spoke up. “I said- if you would even bother to pay attention- That you and your malformed squad can cover the ground assault.” He spat.

Almost immediately rage filled your veins, Ahsoka and Anakin specifically could feel the air around them stiffened as you raised your hand. Anakin’s eyes widened, looking away for a moment, shielding Ahsoka’s eyes as a bright flash flew from your hand and landed right into Tarkin’s eyes.

Time seemed to crash back into them after that, and as you lunged for Tarkin Wrecker managed to catch you, holding you like he would hold Lula in his arms. Despite your kicking and screaming he gripped you tightly.

Ahsoka looked around, taking a step closer to you and away from Tarkin as he sneered. “How dare you!” He exclaimed, but you were basically frothing at the mouth in anger. “No! you don’t get to speak to my squad like they’re just lowlifes!” You shouted, managing to wiggle from Wreckers arms, slipping past him and his brothers, landing a swift punch to Tarkin on top of the temporary flash blinding he just recieved.

You stood over him, hands balled into fists as you still seethed, but began to calm down, Anakin walked over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You flinched slightly, but relaxed when you realized it was him. “Let's go take a walk, come on.” He mattered to you, nodding to Hunter, silently telling him to busy himself and his squad while you face your punishment for punching the Admiral.

Anakin and Ahsoka helped you calm down for a couple minutes as you just walked. But soon you paused, turning to face them as tears streamed down your face. Ahsoka gasped softly, and Anakin just frowned even more. “He has no right to speak to any of the clones like that, let alone my family.” You growled, wiping away your tears as a sigh escaped your lips.

Anakin spoke up quickly as he stepped towards you, having to lean down a bit in order to speak to you without completely towering over you. “Listen, we all heard what Tarkin said, so the punishment you’ll end up getting probably won’t be that bad, you'll probably just get benched at the temple for a couple days to meditate and calm your emotions.” He explained, probably from experience.

You sighed, but nodded. “Yeah okay… i can do that.” You muttered, and walked with Ahsoka and Anakin back to the front deck to receive your punishment from the jedi temple. Of course with Ahsoka and Anakin having your backs the blow definitely was a bit lighter, but kind of deserved.

“Three days at the temple, no action and you have to help reorganize the library and holocron vault with Lady Maru. That is all… oh, and Y/n… im proud of you.” your old master, Kit Fisto’s voice carried through the room as he issued your punishment, you definitely didn’t expect him to give it, but the sting did hurt less coming from him.

“Thank you, Master.” You bowed, and when the transmission ended you groaned, turning to your fellow Jedi. “I better go find my men and let them know we have to make a trip to Coruscant.” You muttered, offering them both a sad smile as you walked away.

You let yourself wander the halls a bit before reaching the marauder where Anakin had told you they ended up. They were all sitting outside talking, probably discussing you. When they saw you walk towards them, Wrecker was the first to approach, laughing as he picked you up and squeezed you tight.

Your cheeks flushed, but you ignored that feeling and just grinned. “I wouldn’t let him talk that way about you guys.” You stated, getting set down once you had reached the rest of them. Echo sighed, and rolled his eyes before walking back into the marauder, ever the mom he was. Crosshair was just smirking, he even gave you a little thumbs up before he too went into the Marauder.

Hunter had his head in his hand, but underneath the palm of his gloved hand you could see the smile that graced his lips, and that only made your grin get bigger. Tech then stepped forward, glancing up at you from his datapad.

“Your actions were unexpected, and we did not know you had the power to blind… that will be useful… But the Admiral deserved that punch.” Tech told you, sparing you another glance as he just stood to the side of Hunter, who was now looking at you.

You offered the man a shrug, hearing the sigh that followed. “Well? what happened after?” Hunter asked, and your smile slowly faded as you thought about how to tell them. Your hesitancy only made Hunter more worried however.

“Don’t worry, it's nothing too severe… but I need a ride to the Jedi temple. Im on library and holocron duty for three days, and i have to meditate and calm my ‘center’ which is such horse crap-” you cut yourself off with a sigh, running a hand through your hair as you offered Hunter a reassuring smile. “You guys just continue the mission without me, I'll be fine.” You explained.

“It’s not that we’re worried about you, Fireball… were worried about the library.” Hunter jokes, patting your shoulder as you walk inside the Marauder with him and Wrecker, “Har har, you're so funny… not!” You huffed, taking your seat in the cockpit, hugging your legs to your chest as you smiled at Wrecker, who sent you a wink.

“I’ll always defend you guys, even if it gets me kicked out.” You huffed, looking out the window. Hunter snickered, as did crosshair. “We know.” Wrecker spoke up, reaching over to place his hand on your knee. You tried to hide the bashful expression that spread across your face, but Crosshair caught it before you could hide it, and he groaned audibly.

“Can you and Wrecker just kiss already? were done seeing you eye fuck each other.” He snarled.

Your and Wreckers eyes both widened, and at the same time you shouted “What?!” like Crosshair’s words were entirely false. The rest of the men in the ship gave you and Wrecker a deadpanned look, and Crosshair just slips his leg forward as you go to stand up, of course tripping over his leg and falling right into-

guess who’s arms-

Wreckers arms.

A soft gasp escapes your lips but is quickly silenced when your head is pushed down, and your lips meet Wreckers… though you don't bother pull away, and instead deepen the kiss just as Wreckers arms tighten around your waist before his hands slide down to your thighs, squeezing slight which drew out a soft whine…

You pulled back, and you stared into each other's eyes for a moment, before hearing Hunter clear his throat. “If you're gonna eat each other's faces, go get a room.” he teased, but he wasn't wrong. But before you could stand up, Wrecker did, holding you tightly in his arms. “Wait!” You squeaked, and Wrecker paused.

“if we uh- do this… none of you can say jack shit to anyone!” You shouted, glaring at Crosshair. “And uh- never on any republic base.” You added, hearing Wreckers chuckle. “Don’t worry mesh'la, if I fuck you ill do it in a place where nobody can hear how you scre-”

“Okay enough you two! Let's drop her off on Coruscant and you can do all that… grossness When we get back.” Echo interrupted quickly, and Wrecker set you down. “Yeah okay- cool-” you choked out, sitting back down in your chair, burying your face in your hands as you tried to rid yourself of the embarrassment, especially when Wrecker and Crosshair were laughing.

Oh boy… What have you gotten into?

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[holylulusworld]

Breakfast for sweethearts

Summary: You only want to have a good time.

Pairing: Jax Teller x Short!Reader

Warnings: angst, bitchy people, fluff, protective Jax

Follow-up to this blurb: Blurb

Looking around the busy diner, you sigh. Your date is ten minutes late, and you are getting antsy. While you sip your tea, hoping he won’t stand you up, someone watches you angrily.

“Miss, could you hurry up and drink out your tea?” A girl asks. She’s dressed to impress, with too much make-up and a dress short enough to leave nothing to anyone’s imagination if she bends over.

You don’t mind. Sometimes you envy girls like her. They are brave enough to wear something you’d never dare to even dream of.

“Why?” You ask, wondering why she wants you to finish your tea. She’s not working at the diner, and you’re not slurping.

“My boyfriend and I want your table. We’ve been waiting for a free table for half an hour,” she snaps at you. “You can’t block a whole table to slurp tea.”

“Excuse me?” You can’t believe she’s yelling at you for drinking tea at a diner. “I’m waiting for someone. You can’t have the table.”

“Listen, Missy,” her boyfriend steps next to her to glare at you. He snatches the cup out of your hands and empties it on the floor. “Now you are done. Make space.”

You feel like someone pulled the rug out from under your feet. It’s the first time you’re completely and utterly speechless.

“Get up and leave,” the girl snarls. She snaps her fingers in your face. You are about to get up and just leave when someone behind them clears his throat.

“Do we have a problem here?” Jax watches you shrink into yourself. You look like you’re about to cry as the girl and her boyfriend turn around.

“Listen, buddy, stay out of—” the boy chokes on his words, facing a furious Jax. Everyone in town knows the Sons of Anarchy, and everyone stays out of their way. “Uh, she wanted to leave. So if you want the table.” He splutters.

“I don't think she wanted to leave.” Jax narrows his eyes at the boy. “She’s waiting for me.” The girl whimpers when Jax sizes her up. “I think you harassed my girl.” He says, nodding to himself. “What do you think I should do with someone harassing her?”

“Nothing, sir,” they stammer. “We didn’t…we wouldn’t.”

Jax puffs on his cigarette. He looks at the boy, and then the girl.

“Jax,” you murmur his name. It’s all too much. You don't want him to make a scene.

“I’ll be right there for you, Y/N,” he blows smoke in their faces, smirking darkly when they cough. “I give you ten seconds, and then you are out of my sight. But first, you’ll apologize to my girl.”

“Sorry, we are sorry.” They stammer before running off faster than you can blink.

"Now, I'm all yours."

“You’re late,” you say, watching Jax sit next to you.

“You’re cute,” he says and dips his head to look you in the eyes. “I assume the tea must be bad if they pour it on the floor. How about I invite you for breakfast at my place? I cleaned only for you, promised.”

“You smoked again too,” you tut. “I told you it’s bad for your health.”

“I drove too fast to get here,” he chuckles, watching your face contort in anger. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Sir, I’ll keep a close eye on you from now on,” you mutter under your breath. “I can’t let you drive too fast or smoke all the time. Last week, you were coughing at the grocery store.”

“You watched me?” Jax grins. “That’s very nice of you.”

“I’m nice,” you nod. “Now, let’s go to your home. Maybe I can help you with breakfast. I bet you only have unhealthy food at home.”

Jax slides out of the booth, holding out his hand. “How about you tell me about all the bad things I do?” He looks down at you, smirking again. “I love it when you care for me.”

Part 3

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[cyberkitty1]

likes that you're short

teases 24/7

he likes that you have to look up at him

when ever you’re talking and he feels your eyes stray off his face he moves you back

“ look me in the eyes”

loves when you ask him for help because it shows you can rely on him for stuff even if its small

“ miles could you please grab that mug for me”

“ of course cariño”

loves giving forehead kisses omg , prob his favorite part of you being short.

loves when you guys are cuddling and you just fit with him so well it makes him happy

likes to make fun of your shoe size too, like if your feet are small enough you could shop in like the kids section and he just cant get enough of it

sometimes when he wants to annoy you he’ll look over your hear

“ ma! where you at?” he says looking around for you when your right in-front of him. “ miles this isn’t funny” you say for the thousandth time it felt. “ miles stop it!” you say clearly frustrated “ ok i’m sorry baby” he says giving you a kiss and a hug

likes resting his head on yours when you stop to do something

this so cute stop it

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