Could you please write about first years x really tall reader who is above 6 feet? I'm talking 6'4 - 6'8 🙏🙏🙏 love your writings sm <3
he needs some milk
syn. in which you humble the NRC first years with sheer power (height).
gn!yuu
ACE TRAPPOLA
he’d probably invite you to the basketball club. sorry but i’m right, i’m the writer here. he would.
if you did join, good for you! you can enjoy your time together. kinda.
if you didn’t, though, i’m sorry for you- because this man will literally ask you everyday.
outside of that though, he’s—
actually, he’s still not that good.
Ace would say he’s a fair person. He doesn’t do anything wrong, he was never rude; honestly? He’s sure he’s a saint.
You, carrying him on your shoulders, would like to say otherwise.
“Uhm, Ace,” you start, sighing exasperatedly before you continue, “why the heck are you on my shoulders? And why do we need to beat up Deuce?”
Ace scoffs haughtily at you, waving his shoulders and causing you to waver a bit, you weren’t really made for carrying others.
“I’m on your shoulders because we need to beat up Deuce. We’re gonna intimidate him.” The redhead responds, as if anything he said makes sense.
“Ace, what the hell.”
DEUCE SPADE
he’s pretty normal about it. perchance. maybe not.
he probably also assumes you’re good at sports. long legs do have that effect on most people, i guess.
it’s not like he’s a short guy, so he doesn’t really need your help with anything.
he likes to think he doesn’t really care about your height, but you know otherwise.
it’s not like the dude would make fun of you— unlike a certain someone—, so you don’t really have to worry.
You find it kinda funny how Deuce always tries to look like he doesn’t have to crane his neck up to see your face.
Scratch that, it’s really funny. He’s looking up, but his eyes are kinda looking down. What, is he trying to convince himself there isn’t a difference or something?
Actually, yeah, sounds about right.
Another thing you find funny is the fact that somehow, even with your towering height, Deuce is more intimidating than you. It’s not like you really put any effort into being scary, but it was just a little offensive!
JACK HOWL
the poor guy experiences culture shock. lol.
he’s been the taller person for, like, most of his life.
imagine his shock when seeing you, a— sorry— rather plain human, being taller. by more than just a little bit.
imagine his shock when he lends his clothes to you, and they don’t even look that big! (unless you’re on the lanky, idia shroud side of tall. but still).
other than a mild and short-lived shock, he just doesn’t really care.
doesn’t seem like the kinda guy to.
you two, together, though? killer combo.
“Uhm.. We said we’re sorry—” the brown-haired 3rd year said, backing up slowly while the two second years behind him quivered— which was funny considering their rugged appearances.
But like, if two people who were well over 6 feet tall just walked up to you in the middle of lunch, demanding you “give grim back his chicken sandwich”, wouldn’t you be pretty scared?!
They didn’t even take it—
“Uhm,” the dark purple haired 2nd year hiding behind the 3rd year squeaks out (sounding very weird considering his deep voice), “I took it. I apologize!”
Oh!
…
All this, and for a literal chicken sandwich that was, what, 15 madol? That isn’t even expensive!
EPEL FELMIER
i’d like to apologize to epel in advance because it would actually look so hilarious to see you two together.
it’d be even funnier if, between the two of you, you were the calmer one.
if you were the babygirl, so to speak.
there’s not much more to say than that the whiplash seeing you two together could kill a small cat.
When you think of a short student in NRC, the first person that usually comes to mind is Epel Felmier.
The boy in question doesn’t appreciate that.
And when you think of a tall student in NRC— well, a lot come to mind but one of the few most prominent is the Ramshackle prefect.
The prefect in question doesn’t really care.
And therein lies the issue. You don’t care about who is tall and who isn’t, but Epel does care. Very much so.
He eventually learns to be fine with being seen around you, though, even if it does mean his own height comes in comparison with yours.
SEBEK ZIGVOLT
a ‘weak human’.. being around his height? or taller?
culture shock 2.0. i feel so bad for him.
if he were any lesser person, he’d have attempted to recruit you to be a knight.
you’re a weak human, though, so he didn’t. 🤗
be grateful!
are you taller than malleus? you are, right? terrifying.
sebek would ask you to shrink.. sorry, but it’s true.
“WEAK HUMAN!” and just like that, your ears are broken. You don’t even know how you handle him screaming at this volume all the time. You’re dying, Lilia, help.
You look down (scary stuff) to meet his eyes, and he immediately starts talking.
“I’VE NOTICED—“
“Shh, keep it down.”
“Ahem, I’ve noticed that you are taller than the Young Master, so, I humbly request you shrink!”
…
Man, what the fuck.
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Silence in the city
summary: you’re going through a rough patch with your boyfriend Sam, and Dean is there to help you. Can you forgive Sam? Does your relationship with Dean evolve?
guys first time writing anything remotely sexual please don’t make me kms tysm!
tw: not that explicit but kinda + rape but not described at all (by soulless Sam)
We’re on the couch with one of Dean’s ‘underrated’ movies playing. He already left with a quiet ‘goodnight’ a few minutes ago so when I look over at Sam to see him already watching me, I’m not surprised. And then I lean in, claiming his lips on mine and he doesn’t seem to mind so I do it harder, pulling him closer, and he leans down a little more so he doesn’t strain his neck then he pulls away and I whine at the loss of contact.
“You sure?” Sam asks and I smile at him, nodding. He’s sweet like that. We’ve waited at least two years but he still doesn’t mind waiting more. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, we don’t have to rush.”
“Maybe we don’t have to go all the way today, just a little. Just… kiss me, Sam.” He does and I reciprocate desperately. We didn’t talk much about safe words but before he lost his soul our main ones were ‘red’ and ‘green’, so we both assume it’s the same ones now.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans when I flip us over so I’m on his lap now. I move against him, pushing our bodies closer (if that’s possible), but still through our clothes. I don’t know how much I want to let Sam see today but I don’t reckon it’s a lot, so this will have to do.
His hands instinctively find my hips but I quickly push them off, holding them down onto the couch and moving a little faster, rougher, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. “Sammy…”
“Baby, can I kiss you?” I take a second to process his words before quickly picking my head up and leaning in, he connects our lips and his tongue slides over my bottom one, licking and waiting for an invitation. I grant it to him, removing my hands from their grip on his wrists so I can ground myself on his shoulders.
Fuck. We haven’t even touched each other in so long it’s embarrassing how fast I’m going to come. Sam pulls away for a second to speak, “Hey, fuck, you need to slow down, sweetheart, won’t last like this.”
“Glad I’m not the only one.” I let out a laugh but I don’t think he finds it as funny because his hands try to find my hips again but I quickly hold them in place on my thigh. “Okay, yeah.” I slow down my rhythm to basically nothing but we’re both still breathing heavily and into the other’s neck.
“What’s wrong?” Sam asks out of nowhere and I frown, still grinding on him softly, still panting, still out of breath and shaking and wet, “Talk to me.”
“What— shit— what do you mean?”
“Your hands. Are you scared? Sweetheart, Stop for a second.” I want to stop to listen to this riveting conversation about how much of a coward I am but I couldn’t even if he begged me to because I am just so so so close.
“Hey!” His hands fly to my waist and I freeze immediately, slapping both hands away with much more force this time.
“Stop it, Sam! Don’t touch my waist again, please.” My voice is all but inviting for any type of negotiation and he doesn’t looks like he wants to anyways, putting both of them up in defeat but staring right into my eyes
“What’s wrong? Why?”
“‘Cause…” I say as if that’s all the reason in the world and try to get off of him but he quickly shakes his head, evidently struggling to keep his hands to himself. I stay planted on his half-hard on.
“Can you just… can you not run away from this? Can we talk about it instead of forcing it?”
“No, I don’t want to.” And I do get off of him this time, leaning back into the couch. Now I’m wet and angry. Great, that’s just awesome.
“If you spent half as much time talking to me as you do avoiding it—”
“Yeah, well, you weren’t the one who was raped by your own fucking boyfriend so I hardly see how you’re an expert on the matter.” I can already feel the shocked expression and disappointment and hurt coming from him so I don’t bother looking, instead I stand up and walk to my room.
While walking back to my room I stopped by the kitchen to get some pills for the headache I know I’m going to get later and maybe some sleeping pills too.
Then I see Dean. Dean Winchester who we all thought was dead asleep in his bed was actually eating cherry pie in the kitchen a few feet from me and Sam’s fucking and fighting.
“Dean? What’re you doing up?”
“I didn’t go to sleep. Y’all just looked like you wanted to be alone so I bailed.” I nod and walk over to the fridge. I’m not certain about what I’m looking for but I’ll know it when I find it. “By the way,” I hear from behind me, barely, and i just hum in acknowledgment as I scour and— yes! Cereal! I take the milk out and go to the cupboards for the cereal.
Dean clears his throat, his mouth no longer full, “By the way, if you ever wanna talk, you know I’m here for you, right?”
I, honest to God, can’t think of one time in my entire life where Dean has said that to me and I’ve known the man for the better part of a decade.
“Sure…” My words aren’t sure but I hope he doesn’t pick up on that because I don’t mean to offend him, we just haven’t always been friends.
The first time I met Sam and Dean was on a hunt and neither of them trusted or liked me for the entirety of it. The fifth hunt we accidentally met on was when they finally let their guard down (to some extent) to see I was just an average hunter like they are. Though I hold nothing to the infamous Winchesters.
Even then, Dean was never my best friend. We never even spoke alone, mostly just when Sam was around. And even when I got with Sam a couple of months later, Dean had his doubts (which he made crystal clear) and kept a wall up ever so slightly. Only when I was ten months into dating Sam did Dean strike conversations when we were alone. We went on some hunts together without my boyfriend and we even texted sometimes. I think that was the biggest step to take with grandpa because man, does he hate to text.
There’s an exasperated breath then, “I’m serious.”
“Okay.” I nod once and assemble my bowl of lucky charms. Dean is a sweetheart, honestly, and attractive as hell, sure, but he’s also emotionally unavailable and extremely traumatized. Both of those qualities are ones I already handle with his brother, I don’t need a second Winchester to do take care of.
“I just mean that if you ever want to tell me anything about how you and Sam are doing—” Ah, there it is. The blatant need to protect Sam from everyone and everything. Not limited to those who love him, of course, because who could really ever love Sam more than his older brother?
“Sam’s fine, Dean.”
“I don’t mean just him. What about you? Are you fine?”
“Yes— why are you doing this? Why are you asking about me?”
When I look up from the counter Dean’s no longer eating, just staring at me, as if willing me to make eye contact. “‘Cause, you’re family, you know that, right?”
Family? Since when am I family? The most ‘family’ I’ve been to him is due to the fact that Sam fucks me occasionally and that I sleep in one of the many bedrooms in this shit hole. “Okay… thanks.”
“Fuck,” He rubs a hand over his mouth then gets up, walking over to me. He’s much closer now that I anticipated and I’m hardly doing anything to cover my hardened nipples or my too-low sweatpants that clearly show off my belly button piercing and white underwear straps.
“I can’t have you doubting that. I know I ain’t the best at this whole thing but you’ve always been family, ever since you helped with Cas—” that’s the second hunt we went on, “and then Charlie—” third hunt, “then you got with Sam and maybe I haven’t showed it but we do care about you. I care about you. I don’t just wanna know if Sammy’s okay, wanna know if you are too.”
I take a deep breath that maybe almost chokes me, “Yeah,” I don’t wanna cry in front of Dean. He’d just make fun of me, but I have so much to cry about it and I don’t know if I can hold it. “Yeah, Dean, I know.” Please God, don’t let my voice break. “I’m good, I’m okay. Thanks. I’m going— yeah, my room. I’m— okay, yeah, g’night.”
And I’ve never run out of a room so fast.
gonna post a part two later, not sure where I’m going with it though but this idea just popped into my head cause I love those two codependent freaks sm.
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Catnap Headcanons🌙
-Very flexible, like, he’s almost a professional contortionist(he likes to scare people by bending backwards and crawling towards them)
-Probably would have a deep voice, it always surprises everyone else
-Talks more around Dogday, mainly in private, mainly talking about his day or what Dogday did
-he doesn’t eat that much since he naps most of the time, so he’s a little underweight but Picky tries to help him stay on good eating habits
-He was the last one to be introduced to the smiling critters, he at first didn’t like how loud they were but overtime, he got used to them
-Crafty is one of his favorites to hang out with, she’s quiet, and they can just sit together in silence and be fine
-Would make little squeaks and meows when startled, absolutely despises it when someone talks about it
-Despite how quiet he is, I feel like he would enjoy listening to gossip, he knows everything about someone
-he very much enjoys fuzzy toys to scratch at, one of the critters gave him one as a gift and he uses it every day
-THIS IS A VERY SELF INDULGENT HC, BUT I THINK HE WOULD BE LIKE, KINDA CUNTY
-Strikes the most fabulous and powerful poses at random times and if he sings DAMN does it sound amazing
-When he’s not tired and hunched over, he’s up and confident, perfect posture and everything
(I’m kinda tired so these aren’t as good as I want them, but maybe I’ll expand on this later when I feel better 🥹🥹🥹)
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