â boy, i got a small girl fantasy
synopsis: zanka, august, and follo hearing their tall! girlfriend wish she was shorter than them .á tags: afab! reader, taller girlfriend, shorter boyfriend, fluff, established relationships, light angst (if you squint), insecurities, reassurance .á inspired by: small girl by lee youngji feat. d.o
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â°â†Zanka Nijiku!
You'd never admitted it out loud, but standing next to Zanka sometimes made you painfully aware of your height. He already had to tilt his chin up to look at you, and every time he did, you felt a tiny sting in your stomach. Whenever you two were out on missions, you'd see girls shorter than him come up to thank himâeyes twinkling with gratitude as they lifted their chin to match his eye-level.
It was a stupid thing to worry about, but the itch never really left your mind. It clawed your insides, making you glare at the space that occupies the top of Zanka's head when you're with him. Hell, you even took the initiative of sitting down when the two of you talk, just so that you'll feel what it was like to be a smaller and dainty girl.
You know that your boyfriend knows something had been bothering you for a while. It had been irritating to hide; so one evening, while the two of you were cleaning up after training, you blurted it out.
"Zanka... do you ever wish I was shorter than you?" Your voice cracked the tiniest bit, eyes lingering on his hair. "Like... normal couples?"
Your boyfriend blinked. Once. Twice. He froze mid-motion of chugging the bottle of water in his hand. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet yours, one brow raised up in confusion.
"...Hah?" he breathed out. "Whad'dya mean by that?"
You pursed your lips. "It's just that... well... I'm like a giant compared to you and, y'know, not really the picture of a girlfriend boys have in their minds."
His face was devoid of any emotions, but you saw the flash of surprise in his eyes as your words sink in. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair as a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"Yer for real askin' that, huh?" he asked, tilting his head up to you.
You nodded, frowning from the lack of reaction. "Yeah! I mean... you always have to crank your head up just to see mine! Doesn't it bother you at all?"
"Our height difference ain't even that big," he countered, gesturing at the gap. "So what if I gotta be lookin' up at ya every time we talk? Jus' means that 'm closer to yer lips for a kiss."
Zanka laughed when you took a step back, turning your head to hide the flush on your cheeks.
He then cupped your face, gently lowering your head to his level. His eyes were soft, staring at you with dilated pupils. "Listen. If lookin' up at ya's the price of bein' with ya, I'll keep cranin' my neck 'til it breaks. Ya ain't gotta worry 'bout what those normal couples look like; we the only ones in this relationship that matters, 'kay?"
Your face burned as you nodded, and Zanka smirked. He hooked a finger under your chin and pulled you close enough for your foreheads to touch.
"'Sides," he continued, "if it bothers ya that much, then guess I'll jus' hafta outgrow you one day, yeah?"
He kissed you before you could laugh at the impossibility.
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â°â†August Stilza!
You frowned at your reflection on the mirror. You were dressed to the nines for your date with Augustâhair perfect, outfit stunningâbut the heels you wanted added even more height to your already tall frame.
Normally, your height never bothered you; you liked being taller than everyone else. It was just that... wellâOkay, so maybe the hushed whispers and laughter of other people were agitating your nerves.
It was an unpleasant feeling you were used to from boys when you were younger. They'd point their fingers and call you a man just because you dwarf their smaller figures. Even when you made the effort to appear more feminine, it wasn't enough to appease their egos.
But, with August, he didn't mind the difference. Actually, he all but boast to the whole world about your tall frameâcalling you the perfect muse.
Your heart fluttered at the memories, but the feeling quickly vanished when you imagined the peering eyes of bystanders.
With a sigh, you reached down to unbuckle the straps on your heels before a booming voice erupted the silence in your room.
"BABE? HELLO? ARE YOU READY BECAUSE I AM ANDâoh!"
August paused at your doorframe, one hand clutching the wall while the other went to his chest. "MY OH MY! I HAVE YET AGAIN BEEN BLESSED BY THE GODS WITH YOUR STUNNING BEAUTY!" he cheered, waltzing to your side with a hop.
Your lips tugged into a small smile, cheeks warming up from his words.
Your boyfriend crouched down, eyes staring straight at your face with unnerving seriousness that you weren't used to.
"Um," you mumbled. "Is there something on my face, babe?"
His eyebrows shot up, then furrowed as he took your hands away from your heels' straps. "Why'd you look like someone told ya your favourite snack got discontinued?"
You hesitated, biting your lips before sighing. "It's nothing, really. I justâthese make me taller, y'know? And I already stand out enough as it is."
August blinked once. Then twice. And then, he exploded.
He shot up from the ground, hands flying in all directions like he's trying to kill a buzzing mosquito. "WHAT?! YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT THAT, BABY?!"
You winced at the volume of his voice.
He then pointed dramatically at upward, as if your height were a holy monument. "Babe, listenâLISTEN, OKAYâdo you have ANY idea how absolutely stunning, marvelous, attractive, sexy, prettyâand all the synonyms of those wordsâyou are right now?! Hell, you look all those words every single second of the day!"
With a dramatic pose, he continued his monologue. "You walk in and everyone goes 'Woah! Tall woman!' and I'm right beside you like like 'YEAH, THAT'S MY TALL AND PRETTY GIRLFRIEND! EVERYBODY BE JEALOUS OF ME!' Every. Single. Time!"
You were trying not to laugh while he was giving you a TED talk, but noises were slipping out of your mouth, until you were clutching your stomach.
"Do you understand how AWESOME it is dating someone taller than me! And I'm already tallâsix-one, baby! I'm literally living my dream ya!"
August suddenly paused, dropping to his knees as he planted a kiss on your forehead.
"Screw those whispers, baby." he mumbled, voice softer but just as passionate. "Let 'em stare at us. We're the couple out there, not them. And besidesâ" he strapped your heels back with a smirk "âa lil' height difference makes everything sexier, yeah?"
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â°â†Follo Tunito!
You were sitting at the edge of the training grounds, unlacing your boots after a long day of missions upon missions. Your legs were sore, your back ached, and all you wanted was a shower and to lay beside your boyfriend.
But the moment you stood up, you caught your reflection in the storage-room windowâback straight, shoulders broad, towering over the wooden dummy on your side. You pursed your lips, frowning at the sight as you tried to crouch down to make yourself shorter.
You were well aware that you weren't exactly the picture-perfect girlfriend most boys were dreaming about. They wanted a girl shorter than them, or at the very least, not a girl who'd tower over their body with ease.
Briefly, your mind wandered to Follo. You tried not to place him in the same box as other boys in your life who hated your tall frame, but it was getting harder and harder. Maybe it was just your insecurities talking, but you swore the other day he looked pissed at the fact you lowered your head slightly to kiss his cheeks.
You sighed, shoulders sagging. "I wish I was shorter..." The words slipped out before you could stop them. "Just... just enough not to look so huge beside him."
"What do you mean by that?"
You jumped at the voice, eyes widening as you turned around to face your boyfriend. "Follo?! How long were youâ?"
"Long enough," he said quietly, placing a small basket of snacks on the chair. He walked toward you, each step deliberate, like he was afraid of startling you. "Do you think you're too tall for me?"
You quickly shook your head, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "It's not like that, Follo. It's just that, well..." you trailed off, gazing sadly at your reflection. "Sometimes I wonder if you hate that I'm taller than you."
Follo chuckled quietly, fingers trailing your forehead, cheek, chin, before settling on your arms. "Don't tell me you think that lowly of me, babe."
"Of course not!" you denied, crinkling your nose in annoyance. "I know that you don't care about those stuff, but there's this voice in my head tryna tell me that you do."
"You know..." he murmured, eyes searching yours, "I've spent most of my life trying to be useful. Trying not to be... forgettable. Trying not to be that faceless background character I always felt I was."
Your chest tightened, gaze softening as you took his hands in yours.
"Whenever you stand next to me," Follo continued, "tall and confident, and impossible to overlook... I really don't feel smaller than you think, baby."
He swallowed, softly gripping your hand. He then lifted it to his lips, planting a chaste kiss on your knuckles, all the while staring straight into your soul.
"I feel seen; like I got the attention of the whole world on me. I feel like I'm top of everythingâlike I can do the impossible and achieve every goal I have in mind." He then went on his tiptoes, nose brushing against yours. "I feel the most alive when I'm beside you."
You felt warmth blooming in your chest, spreading through your body like wildfire.
Follo rested his forehead against yours, not caring about the height difference. "You don't need to shrink yourself for me, okay?"
You nodded, pulling him into a hug. He melted into your arms like butter, arms rounding your torso as he nuzzled his face to your neck.
"If you want," he breathed out, voice quieter but louder to your ears. "I could try wearing heels to match your height."
You let out a soft chuckle, the image of Follo clacking around the headquarters in six-inch stilettos popping int your mind. "You'd really do that for me?"
He nodded into your skin, breath feathering warmly along your neck. "I'd do anything for you," he whispered, utterly sincere in his words.
