Size Difference in Relationships

anonymous asked:

hi I’ve been a big fan of yours ever since I read your stories while you were still in the midst of posting Taken though it’s been more on the stories side and it’s only recently I’ve started reading through everything here so I don’t know if you’ve answered this before, but would you ever write a story where a borrower and a human are in a relationship? could be platonic romance or whatever you feel like but I’m just wondering

It’s so good to hear from you! Good luck going through our tumblr– it’s gotten a bit messy, but there’s a looooooot of stuff here for future stories/snippets/sneak peeks, along with tons of musing and prompts/asks. And all the wonderful arts :3 Not to mention the asks we get in, which are tons of fun answering.

As for relationships. Admittedly, all three writers for the BA multiverse are ace, so we don’t often delve too far in. That said, there are a few relationships that will be shown prominently in the story, and at least one or two will happen with the two people at different sizes!

Stan and Nate are one of our major couples, and being soulmates, they always tend to find their way to each other in the end. Yet with a few storylines we have plotted out, they don’t start or end up at the same size all the time!

Nate’s not going to let a little thing like size keep him from stealing a kiss!

Artwork by @ghostquack​

As for same-size relationships, Dean’s had a fling in Brothers Lost with a borrower he encountered on a hunt, and in the last season of Brothers Apart, Sam will also be finding himself some love!

There’s plenty to look forward to 😉

The Water’s Fine

(Story 2 of the Brothers Lost series)

Cowritten by @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite

Saving people, hunting things. Sam and Dean grew up on those words and now, over a decade after being cursed to live out their lives at a fraction of their height, Jacob Andris will help them live up to their destiny.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jacob Andris, Melanie

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Artwork by @mythical-cupcake!

Aww, it would be so cute to have Mel in the Lounge!

The birth itself wouldn’t occur in the Lounge. Gabriel keeps their timelines in stasis so long as they’re inside, so John can rest easy. However long she was around if she’s pregnant, she wouldn’t go into labor.

(She probably wouldn’t like the extra time added to her pregnancy, but at least she won’t remember it when she returns to the real world)

Just imagine that kiddo getting into trouble immediately, wanting to meet all these different versions, smol and tol, of their father. None of the Deans would have any resistance to the kiddo, and even less when they found out that one of them went and had a kid.

BL Dean will be flabbergasted (smols don’t have much in the way of birth control, Mel is likely far less surprised by her pregnancy than Dean would be)

We don’t have minor characters appear in the Lounge currently, but if she ever did reappear and become a reoccurring character in the series, we’ll be seeing her in there, kiddo in tow!


The first time the baby kicked, it was a happy announcement. Melanie’s mother had fussed about it for the whole day afterward, and her father kept smirking to himself when he thought no one was looking. He might pretend to be stoic, but he was just as excited for the new baby as they all were.

More kicks came after that. Melanie could feel her baby getting used to its own little legs. If her mother had a hand on her belly at the right time, she felt it, too.

It’s a feisty little one, she’d say. You’ll have to keep your eyes on it.

They had no idea if the baby would be a boy or a girl. All Melanie knew for certain was that it kicked more and more every day. Sometimes the lurching feeling came right in the middle of the night.

One of those nights, she lay awake in her bed alcove, staring at the ceiling above and slowly rubbing a hand over the ever-growing bump. The baby fidgeted within her.

“I know you’re ready to come out now,” she muttered. “But you need a little more time. Just a bit. I can’t wait to meet you.”

There was a pause. Things settled. Melanie’s eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion creeping in.

Another kick. She drew in a surprised breath and opened her eyes again. The child couldn’t know what time it was, how tired she was. It was restless.

“I think you get that from your dad,” she mumbled. “I don’t think he’d be the type to sit around much, either.”

She shifted around, seeking a comfortable position that might put the kid to sleep. She had a feeling that carrying this child now was nothing to what was to come. Once it arrived, there’d be no stopping it.

She couldn’t be more pleased.

Waking Up Tired

Where we left off with Brothers Lost, Sam, Dean, and Jacob left behind a house once haunted by the littlest ghost ever. Here’s a little update on what’s going on with Dean’s favorite resident of the walls in that house, a special treat to start the new year off right!

Melanie awoke to a shuffling in her home. She blinked her eyes slowly, staring around in brief confusion while her mind took its time waking up. There was some weak light filtering in, courtesy of a strategically placed seam in the wallpaper of the humans’ “guest room”. It illuminated the tidy little house she kept.

It took her a moment to register that someone else was in the house with her. Their back was turned as they brushed dust off of a doll’s vanity chest that she kept to one side of her home.

She sat up sluggishly in her bed so she could better see out of its alcove. The curtain separating it from the main room of the house was drawn aside, and she could swear it hadn’t been when she went to sleep. “Mom, what are you doing over here?” she croaked, lifting a hand to rub at her eyes and yawn.

Her mother turned to offer a bemused grin. “Sweetie, you were going to come and visit us today. Did you oversleep?” She made her way over to stand at the end of the bed.

Melanie yawned again and patted her hair ruefully. “I’ve been tired all week,” she admitted.

Her mother clucked her tongue. “What, haven’t you been eating enough since you sent a human to go get a bunch of food?” she teased.

Melanie wrinkled her nose and shot her mother a mock sour face. “I didn’t send a human anywhere. He volunteered,” she said, the same old story she always used when the subject came up.

Jacob, an absolutely massive human, had indeed volunteered to bring food and supplies to the house. The resident humans had been gone for too long, and his kindness not only saved Melanie and her family from a few hard days, he’d stocked them up to last well after their humans returned the next week. They’d probably be set for months, if not a year, on all the things he brought back.

She could hardly believe it all herself, but there was at least one human out there who was sympathetic to little folk like them.

Somehow, he’d ended up traveling with two people that fit on his hand. Brothers, on a mission to help people from all kinds of unexplainable things while they sought their dad. Melanie never was sure how exactly they planned to find him, and she never thought to ask.

No, while Sam, the younger brother, left to get supplies with Jacob the human, Melanie had her mind on other things. Dean, a handsome drifter, had caught her attention quickly and held it when they arrived at the house. His stay was brief, but she had her memories.

“Oh my God, Mel,” her mother said with a laugh, breaking Melanie out of her thoughts. “You really are worn out. You’re about to drift off just sitting there, are you sure you want to come today? Papa will understand if you want to rest.”

Melanie shook her head. “No, no, I’m fine,” she said, waving her hand. “Just a slow start.”

After kicking her blankets out of the way, Melanie scooted to the end of her bed. It was just like any other day, right until she tried to stand. A dizzy wave crashed over her and she faltered.

When it passed, she found her mother had caught her, and now had firm hands on her arms to keep her standing. “Goodness, Mel, are you sure you’ve been eating enough? We have so much from that human, you really can have more!”

Melanie huffed and turned away from her mother to wander to her vanity. The small mirror hooked into it was tarnished on the corner, but it worked well for her otherwise. She combed her fingers through her bedraggled hair to smooth out the pin-straight locks. “I’m fine,” she insisted. “But … have you guys been to raid the fruit bowl for one of those mini oranges the humans always get?”

Her mother fell silent, long enough for Melanie to look over her shoulder with her own bemused look. She found her mother looking her over critically, and turned to face her. “Mom?”

Her mother suddenly grinned widely. “Oh, Melanie,” she said, a knowing gleam in her eyes. “I think I know why you’re tired.” After that, she went to a deep plastic lid that Melanie used to hold her shirts and dresses. Rummaging through it, she picked out something for Melanie to put on, that smile still lighting up her face. “We should get back to see your papa and send him to get you an orange.”

Melanie didn’t take the long tunic her mother held out to her. Instead, she fixed her with a confused frown. “Uh. Mom? What’re you smiling about?”

The tunic was shoved into her hands anyway. “You’re tired, sweetie. Tired for a week, you said.”

“Yes, I am, but it’s not because I’m starving,” she countered, drifting towards her bedroom alcove to change in spite of her confusion. Her mother waited, practically bouncing on her feet in the excitement.

“Melanie, sweetie. This is … when I was pregnant with you, do you know what was the first food on my mind every day?”

Melanie stopped with only one arm in a sleeve. She glanced down at herself, and then leaned out of the alcove to stare at her mother in shock. “What?”

“Oranges, Mel. And I was tired as all get out, some mornings your father practically had to yell to get me to wake up. How long ago was that handsome man of yours here?” her mother said, giving her a wink.

Melanie blushed and ducked back into her alcove to hastily finish changing. “A … um. A few weeks,” she answered. Her mother chuckled knowingly again, and left her with the conclusion nagging at her head.

Then, as the situation sank in, Melanie sat with a huff on her bed. Her cheeks practically blushed fire. “Oh. Oh, mom,” she said, her hands covering her face sheepishly. There was a smile hiding there.

“I’m … I’m gonna have a baby.”

While Sam climbed his way back up Jacob’s arm, Dean paused and pulled Melanie into one last hug. He held her against his chest. “If we ever pass by this way, maybe I’ll have Jacob drop me off in the area,” he said with a wink. “I can check up and make sure you didn’t get into any trouble.”

Melanie’s smile was shy again and there was some pink in her cheeks. “I’d like that,” she told him, her fingers curling slowly around the lapel of his leather jacket. She had to push herself up on her tiptoes to claim one more kiss before he had to leave.

The small pair on the floor drew out their last kiss, enjoying one final embrace. Melanie’s slight form fit into Dean’s arms perfectly, filling in the emptiness in his center that had been there for a decade. He pulled away from her slightly so he could drink in her beauty one last time, brushing a thumb that was callused from years of climbing over her bottom lip.

“See you around, sweetheart,” he said softly as he straightened. It put him out of easy reach for her, his own natural height showing up for one of the first times in years.

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