#height difference au

[auideas]

"Yeah, I guess you could say I'm fun-sized," they glared upward. "Depends on how much fun you wanna have."

The Never Book

[themurphyzone]

Ficlet: Size Ain’t Got Nuthin to Do with It

Written for @cutiepie-tro’s extreme height difference AU! Or mini-Vinnie AU, as I like to call it. 

“Why?”

That was all Cavendish could say on the matter.

Dakota shrugged, depositing the bundle of doll-sized clothes on the table. “It’s like a secondhand store, but for clothes! Besides, this time of year they’re selling the ones with the fashionable winter jackets. I think I’d look good in mini-faux fur.”

He held up a tiny red jacket.

Unable to come up with a response, Cavendish got up from the couch, almost tipping it backwards, and grabbed the TV remote. Hopefully the local news anchor would explain it better than he could.

“The owners of Freddy’s Toypalooza have been baffled by the oddest case of theft in the twenty years they’ve had the store,” the anchor reported. The camera panned to the doll aisle, which had many packages opened and scattered around the floor, some dolls missing the clothing they were advertised with. “The only clue in the crime scene was a bent needle that had been discarded at the end of the aisle. Police believe it was the tool the thief used to rip open the packaging. The investigation is still ongoing.”

Cavendish shut the TV off with some difficulty when the news turned to traffic conditions. The buttons on the darn thing just weren’t made to accommodate anyone taller than eight feet.

“You can’t just raid the girl’s section every time you need clothes!” Cavendish complained. “Are you sure you don’t want me to crochet you a few things?”

Dakota continued to sort through the fabric he’d brought back. “No. You managed to get your hands stuck in a cat’s cradle last time and I had to crawl into that mess and untangle you one knot at a time. That took forever and I have a ‘not doing that again’ clause in my contract.”

“You can barely sign a contract!” Cavendish protested.

“I could do it the professional way if someone would make pens for fun-sized people,” Dakota replied. “The year 2175 and nobody thought to invent it yet. The nerve. Until then, the Bureau is receiving my paperwork all signed with a broken forest green crayon.”

Cavendish rolled his eyes. “We’re digressing. The point is you shouldn’t be stealing clothes from children’s toys.”

“Well, I’ve been meaning to try on the ones from that expensive stuffed animal shop downtown. The commercials make those things look appealing.”

“Dakota, no.”

[sincerelydayyy]

let there be headcanons - v

previous: i,ii.iii, iv

This one will focus on height differences. Blaming @all-oftimenspace slightly on this one (expanded on one of yours, hope that’s okay!). But also it’s one of my favorite things to think of so...ENJOY!

Molly taking the phrasing ‘climb him like a tree’ literally when Sherlock decides to cause a water fight in the middle of them doing dishes after everyone has left. He forgot how nimble she is. Not to mention quick. He has legs but she has speed.

While on a train ride out of the country Sherlock finds himself with little leg room, eliciting Molly to take a seat on his lap so that he can stretch out properly. He finds himself appreciating the gesture but also very distracted while Molly just continues reading the book she’s brought along.

Sherlock placing his head on Molly’s shoulder when they’re standing in line at a fair for a ride. “You really like doing that?” “You’re the perfect height, Molly.” She roll her eyes at him but smiles quietly to herself.

When they’re painting the nursery for their first kid, Sherlock won’t let Molly do the high spots - at least not alone. So he puts her on his shoulders. Alternatively he does it himself but he found out that she likes the sight from on his shoulder.

The first time she climbed on his shoulders they were at a festival seeing one of Molly’s favorite musicians. There were a lot of much taller people. Sherlock had only laughed, making sure she didn’t fall as she jammed along to the music. She thanked him with an upside down kiss before she dropped down.

Molly messing with his curls as he sits in between her leg while they’re watching a science documentary on the weekend. His hair becomes wilder but he enjoys her hands that he doesn’t tell her to stop.

When Molly is annoyed with him and won’t budge to go out to a crime scene with him because he NEEDS HER EXPERTISE he just picks her up and rushes out. Molly tries to get him to stop running at least but he won’t budge. He’s laughing like a maniac. She’s got a nice view of his bum.

When Mummy Holmes first meets Molly she can’t help but look back from her husband to Sherlock to Molly because of the almost parallel in their heights. “You alright?” Molly asks. “Oh yes, dear! Sorry you’re just so tiny.” Molly blushes, Sherlock pulls her into his side and laughs.

Molly finds out that Sherlock is ticklish. When she happens to touch him near his hip he doubles over and nearly takes her down with him as he cackles. She doesn’t stop there. It was nice to find one thing that made him fall down to her height.

Molly likes kissing his shoulder when she can’t effectively pull him down. Maybe she’s tired. Sherlock is too enthusiastic to let her end it there. He bends down and kisses her anyway.

He actually enjoys bending down to reach her for anything. Hugs. Snogging. Placing his head on her shoulder, head, in the crevice of her neck, lifting her so he can bury his face in places (*cough*oral*cough*).

When Molly is upset with him she yanked him down by the front of his shirt and mutters very lowly about how disappointed she is. He is usually equally parts guilty as is he enjoying how powerful she gets when she’s riled up.

Sherlock getting stuck in a wall that he thought he could get through, Molly having to find an opposite way around so she can can catch the culprit they were running after then double back to pull him out all while smirking at him. “Tell John this story. I’m sure your fans would love to know that your much shorter girlfriend caught the killer and had to help you out of a tight space” He doesn’t want John to know about it but Molly ends up sharing it with the Watsons over dinner because she knows him.

Molly having to hide away her sweet stash because Sherlock craves chocolate often and she wants to savor it. So she puts it in the lower cupboard forcing him to bend down if he really wants it. Sometimes he does, all the while cursing her.

Molly being able to tuck away in a cupboard when there is a particular manic man trying to come after her. Sherlock thanking the gods when he is able to find her after three hours of searching. “I’m so glad you’re small.” “I’d like not to have to deal with that in my own home, but yes. I can fit in small spaces, unlike you.” “Oh you. If I wasn’t so relieved right now I swear.” Molly has her arms crossed, waiting. “I’m just gonna kiss you now if you don’t mind.” He covers. Molly giggles as he bends down.

Molly being able to drag him to safety when he’s got himself shot because she lifts bodies for a living. “You better not die again.” She saves him all the while cursing the asshole who decided to shoot first. The man   tried to stop her from saving him but she just chucked one of her spare scalpels in his throat. Mycroft muttered a , “Well done, Doctor Hooper” as he passes the body on his way to help get his brother into the helicopter. Later Sherlock is listening to the recounting of what happened while he was losing consciousness and smiles. “I knew you had precision but...” “I played darts a lot in university.”

MORE ASAP!

[alphabetaus]

"You're the tall, cute guy that's been in my class for around a month or so and I'm finally working up the nerve to ask you out okay here i go — Um, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out la — HEY I'M DOWN HERE YOU FUCK." AU

[haydnromerx]

Height difference au

Imagine your otp/ brotp always losing each other in big crowds with the person a freaking out because they can’t see the smaller b so when they go to a concert together a forces b to wear fluroscent clothes so they can always find them

[shittyaus]

Height difference aus?

(!!!!)

i tower above everyone and have seen my fair share of dirty hair but you always have such well kept locks

well this is awkward, I know you by the top of your head and your voice in your halls but i don’t really have a face to place with the name

I-uh got my backpack up there but I can’t get it down pls help

i know i look ridiculous standing in a shopping cart but goddammit i want my mac and cheese are you going to stand there and patronize me or help

we’re a blogger couple with the username “smolandtol” or “tolandsmol”

everyone expects me, the short one to be the fiery one when in reality i’m the chill one. you on the other hand are the size of a tree and would fight the damn sun if you could

people hate us when we go to concerts bc i sit on your shoulders and frankly i don’t give a fuck how’s the concert from down there peasants

-gabie

[i-lavabean]

Up top? My best friend's tree with the fella next to it for size reference (aha! The elusive Hubby appears! You still won't see his face though). Aaand the other one is Brutus. For reference, that's one third of the way up my door frame Brutus has.. Character.

[kisekinodrabbles]

HI SAMMM-pai :D Ignore me if the askbox is closed for the fandom meme or Kagami has been done ;-; Can I request a height difference au where he always holds his s/o hand because he's afraid to lose her in crowds but today it's not even crowded but he's holding on to her for dear life? Fluff? c:

[[ CHANGED TO KIYOSHI AS REQUESTED ]]

[ small people can make big differences ]

Fandom Meme 2AU: Height Difference, NormalPairing: Kiyoshi x ReaderGenre: FluffWords: 523A/N: OHOHOH HERE’S KIYOSHI FOR YA MAI

Attempting to look over the sea of people was a futile attempt, it always has been. You huffed, following the currents of the moving crowd while trying to hold on to your boyfriend’s huge hand. Thankfully, Kiyoshi, this lovable teddy bear, was thoughtful enough to put a barrier between you and the crowd. He kept his hand wrapped around yours, slowly tugging you along and making sure you don’t get separated.

He patted your head and you pouted at him. He knew you hated it when he patted you on the head like a kid, but laughed anyway, finding your anger adorable. “There, at least we’re free now, hm?”

“I hate huge crowds.” You huffed, tugging on the strap of your purse once more. He opened his mouth and you threw him a glare. Knowing better, he closed his mouth but couldn’t suppress the amused twitch of his lips. “Let’s go.”

Kiyoshi nodded and intertwined his fingers between yours, gently pulling you along once more. You raised an eyebrow at him and he blinked in confusion when your steps faltered. “What?”

“You don’t have to hold my hand you know,” you blushed slightly. “I mean, I’m not going to get lost since there’s barely anyone around.”

He blinked several times again before innocently asking, “So you don’t want to hold my hand?”

“Well, no, not that I don’t want to…”

“So you want me to let go?”

“No!” You cried out. Realizing that you had been so loud, you felt your face heat up, turning almost tomato red. “I just, you know, you don’t have to…”

Kiyoshi tried to hide his smile because he found your somewhat tsundere nature somewhat adorable. Never mind that, he found it extremely adorable. “Is it wrong for me to want to hold my girlfriend’s hand?”

You blushed at the term ‘girlfriend’. Sure, the two of you had been going out for quite some time now but he never officially used the term before. It was always ‘yeah, we’re dating’ or ‘we’re going out’ but the term ‘girlfriend’ made you blush and grin like an idiot and you didn’t want to blush and grin like an idiot so you did the next best thing. You looked away. “N-No, of course not. I mean, it’s up to you you know. You probably don’t like sweaty hands and—“

“I like your hands just fine.” He smiled cutely down at you, darkening your blush even more, and wrapped his huge hand around yours. “I don’t want to let you go, ___-chan. I don’t want to lose you anywhere.”

You attempted to hide your stupid, shit-eating grin but ended up with a weird scrunched up face that Kiyoshi chuckled at again. “Alright, you big goon, let’s hold hands.”

“See, this is what boyfriends and girlfriends do.” You reddened again and punched him playfully on the chest.

Real smooth, Kiyoshi, real smooth.

BONUS:

Kiyoshi leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Well, you know, if you don’t want my hand around yours, I can always wrap it around something else.” You squeaked and smacked him. Dammit, Kiyoshi.

VICE CLAW ON ASS