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thepenultimateword · 2 years
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Tol and Smol
Cw: Medical condition, struggling to breathe
I never should have come here, Villain thought between panting breaths. They curled their sharp knees into their chest, eyes squeezed so tightly shut that a few tears slipped out the corners. I really shouldn't have come here.
When they heard the new Hero was a pipsqueak they thought this museum heist would be a sinch. A few gadgets to the restrain them, at the most a short spar to knock them down, and then they'd be walking out of here. Emphasis on walking. They didn't expect that little demon to snap through a whole coil of steel cable with a mere flex and throw a 100-pound desk at their head like a paperweight!
They'd run. What else were they supposed to do? Let the gremlin tear their limbs off? Get their head bashed in by more furniture? From the Hero's snarling at their heels, Villain didn't doubt they'd do it. But running had its own consequences.
Villain clutched at their shirt, nails ready to tear holes in it. Their heart was on fire. If only they could catch their breath... Uuugh, this was why they didn't do field work.
"What's wrong with you?"
Villain's already uneven heartbeat gave a massive skip. Their eyes shot open and the jolt left a lingering tingle in the tips of their toes.
Hero leaned over the glass display case, completely ignoring the priceless jade hairpins and combs lined up inside to scrutinize Villain's sweaty, panting body. Stupid heroes! Didn't they ever enjoy the finer things in life? Couldn't they have given the museum a little looksie before cornering their enemy in a pathetic position? They could have at least pretended the ancient hairpieces were a better spectical.
Villain may have articulated some of that if they could only find the air to speak right now.
Hero rose up higher on their toes, practically crawling on top of the case to get a better angle. They really were so tiny. At least a foot shorter than Villain. This situation was so unfair.
"Asthma?" Hero asked.
Villain shook their head.
"Panic attack?"
No again.
Villain forced a few long slow breaths, despite their lungs ravenous desire for lots and lots of air, and their heartbeat began slowing to a more regular pace. The ache began to fade as well, though they still couldn't bring themselves to let go of their shirt. As if holding their fist over their heart made it any more likely not to give out.
Hero dropped back down onto their heels and trotted around the case to Villain's side. They rested their hands on bare knees--what sort of hero made their suit cut off above the knees? It only made them look even smaller--and looked them up and down with their eyes. "Did you hurt something?"
"No it's--" Villain took another deep breath. "--it's just my heart."
"You're heart?" Hero exclaimed, leaping out of their crouch. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
"No!" Villain said quickly. "No, this is normal."
Going to the hospital wouldn't change anything anyway. They'd just tell them what they already knew and Villain still wouldn't have the means to fix it.
They slowly pushed themselves up into a sitting position, glancing with some confusion at Hero's anxious face. "Aren't you going to arrest me?"
They were surprised the hero even cared. A few moments ago the rage coming off their pint-sized body had been murderous. Villain hadn't run so fast for anything in a long time.
"Well, I was going to teach you my own lesson by beating you senseless," Hero said, "but you were already on the ground."
Villain let out a half-grunt, half-laugh at their bluntness. "Where did you come from again?"
"Back east. In Mosland."
"Rougher there?"
Villain wasn't exactly sure what they were doing, but maybe if they caused enough of a distraction they could get out of this without needing to make another dash for it.
Hero crouched back down in front of Villain, eyes lingering on their fist. "You could say that. No supervillains, but more senseless bloodshed and not enough places to put the people who do it. So what's wrong with you?"
Villain's eyes flicked around for the nearest exit, finding an emergency door on the far left, before returning to face Hero's penetrating gaze. "Uh, atrial septal defect."
"Ok?" Hero said impatiently.
"I have a little hole, 8 mm wide, in the wall of my heart." At Hero's widening eyes they added, "Just born that way."
"How are you still alive?"
Villain raised their knees a little higher and leaned back on their palms, readying to stand up and mozy their way over that direction once Hero was distracted enough. It was a pretty awful plan, but what else could they do?
"I mean, it's a pretty common defect. It can shorten your lifespan, but for the most part I live normally."
Yeah, right, if normally meant refraining from exercise, relying on gadgets to do their job, and living in constant fear that one day their heart would just fail before they even had the chance to fix it.
"I knew you were weak the moment I saw you," Hero said.
"Gee, thanks."
Maybe Villain had always been the stringiest bean on the vine, but at least they had also always been the longest. They had to tip their chin down for most people, and paired with a really hard look, they had the ability to really intimidate people. They didn't think they were frail enough to be dismissed on sight. Or at least...not very.
"You hold yourself too high."
What? So they appear weak by making an effort to not look weak? How did that make any sense? A bit of anger boiled in their bloodstream, burning as it passed through their lurching heart. They were leaving.
Villain pushed all their weight onto their legs, moving to stand, but a sudden clutch in their lungs and sharp ache in their chest sent them back to the cold tile.
"Hey." Hero's small hand dropped like a ten-pound weight on their shoulder. "Just hold on a second. Are you sure you don't want a hos--"
"No!" Villain cried more vehemently. This time with tears springing to their eyes. This was it. They were actually stuck here. They were trapped in a museum after hours with a hero, and they were at said hero's mercy. Why had they thought they could do this? They were so stupid. "I just want to go home."
They hated how their voice cracked. So pathetic. And they'd thought this hero would be the pitiful one tonight.
"Alright then."
Villain sniffled. "Huh?"
"Let's get you home to rest."
"B-but, the police. Don't they expect you to catch me?"
"If we run into any, I'll knock their heads together." Hero illustrated by mashing their knuckles against each other.
Villain was pretty sure heroes weren't supposed to say things like that, but they were too shocked and exhausted to comment. Instead they decided to shift the conversation to the "leaving here" logistics.
"So did you drive he--"
Villain was cut off as Hero scooped them up into their arms. Villain threw both arms around their neck before they could even think about what was happening, anything to steady themselves. Hero didn't complain about being suddenly seized, instead shifting Villain into a more comfortable position. Villain tried not to stare at the way their long legs dangled over Hero's arm. They never imagined anyone holding them this way and if they had, it wouldn't be--
Nope. Not going there. There were too many embarrassing parts to this scenario and if they thought too hard about this they might combust.
Hero marched through the soft shadows of the museum, just brusque enough to show that Villain's weight was hardly even a struggle and steady enough that Villain remained comfortable. They got to catch a few glimpses at the exhibits too.
To Villain's surprise, when Hero pushed outside, there were no flashing red and blue lights to greet them. Yes, they'd disable the alarms, but usually, heroes called back up for these sorts of things or at least wanted the cavalry ready in case they made the arrest. Had Hero really not alerted anyone when they discovered them breaking in?
"Which way?" Hero said, stopping stone still in the center of the sidewalk.
"Er, right," Villain said, amazed with themself for telling the truth, and even more so as they said. "It's a little place on the last block of Poplar."
Hero nodded and started back into their quick, steady pace.
Villain's heart pounded heavy and uncomfortable in their chest, but this time, it seemed less to do with their condition and more to do with a particular fun-sized hero.
"What?" Hero said, catching them staring.
Villain jolted and quickly look away, ears burning. "Nothing."
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akirakirxaa · 5 months
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standing on your tip-toes, frustrated that you can't reach your lover's lips 💜
[I decided to do this as Gposes, I hope you don't mind. <3 Akirchefant, could be the Haurch Lives AU or the Nothing Bad Ever Happens To Akira AU I did an ask for the other day lol. She's so short compared to him, it was the perfect pairing for this prompt.]
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thelonelyempath · 2 years
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Tol x Smol Prompts (height difference prompts)
1. Smol has to stand on their tippy toes to kiss Tol.  Or the reverse, Tol has to bend down to kiss Smol.
2. Tol constantly teases Smol about not being able to reach the top shelf.
3. Their names in each others’ phones are “tol bf/gf” and “smol bf/gf”.
4. Smol likes to wear Tol’s hoodies because they’re so big and comfy, so one day Tol decides to switch things up and wear one of Smol’s shirts but it ends up looking like a crop top on them.
5. The fastest way to get Smol worked up is by calling them short or making fun of them for their height, so only Tol is allowed to call them short because they can get away with it whereas everyone else will get skewered.
6. Smol buys a stepstool to try and match Tol’s height and gets super excited about “the view up here”, to which Tol just melts because Smol is so damn cute.
7. Smol can’t reach something off the top of the fridge so they, refusing to ask for help, have to climb on a chair.  They hear quiet giggling and turn around to see Tol standing there like “you know you could have just asked me to get it, right?”
8. Smol is the perfect height for Tol to give them forehead kisses.
9. Tol likes to put/hold things just where Smol can’t reach them and thinks it’s adorable how irritated Smol gets when they do that.
10. Tol can pick Smol up and carry them with ease.  One day, Smol tries to return the favor and doesn’t have much luck.
11. Tol lowers themselves to match Smol’s height as is astonished at the difference it makes.
12. Tol always calls Smol dumb nicknames like “precious chicken nugget” and “my beautiful leprechaun” and Smol calls Tol things like “sexy giraffe” and “Lurch”.
13. Tol reads that October 24th is National Throw Short People Day so they excitedly wait until that day to give Smol the surprise of their life.
14. Tol is obsessed with how much bigger their hands are than Smol’s.
15. One of them’s background on their phone is the cutest picture of Tol holding Smol off the ground and hugging them.
16. Smol falls asleep while sitting on Tol’s lap and Tol can’t help but die because of how cute they are.
17. Tol annoys Smol by saying they’re the perfect height for an armrest.
18. Tol is the gentle, sweet one in the relationship while Smol is a little ball of hellfire.
19. Smol often gets mistaken for a child, which can make things pretty awkward on date night.
20. Tol has to duck to enter the house or else they’ll hit their head on the door frame.
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My OCs Jun and Momoka in Appa and Momo onesies. Large himbo bf and smol gf.
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imdefyingmavity · 2 years
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Michael: You shouldn't insult people who are bigger than you.
Eleanor: But then I wouldn't get to insult anyone!
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mineonmain · 1 year
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Tell me i'm wrong...
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kawaiikenna · 2 years
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I saw this in another fic where Danny is getting chased by one of the older football players and to get to a ‘safe zone’ he climbs up Kwan and sits on his shoulders. But could you imagine him doing this to the taller Bats? I think his favorite people to perch on are either Dick or Jason. He will perch on Bruce but not as often. Just;
Danny running full speed towards the nearest tol brother and scrabbling up to perch on their shoulders.
A very peeved Damian following closely behind with katana in hand. Absolutely soaking wet.
This can go one of two ways depending on which big brother Danny is perched on.
Dick: Hey, hey! What happened?
Damian: Daniel thought it would be funny to dump a bucket of water on me while I was tending to Bat Cow.
Danny: And it was hilarious. You look like a drowned rat.
Dick trying to de-escalate the situation: Danny that wasn’t very nice.
Danny: Yeah, sure, but I don’t think that deserves to be cut up by the angry gremlin down there.
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Danny perching on Jason.
Jason, very snidely: You know you’re supposed to take your clothes off before you get in the shower?
Damian: Shut up Todd. I only wish to exact revenge on Daniel. Now get down here!
Danny: Yeah no can do there short stack. I don’t really fancy getting carved up like a turkey.
Jason: Why not? You’re one already.
Danny, with faux offense: I am not.
Jason: Uh huh. Sure, and that’s why you’re definitely not hiding up on my shoulders. Just so the Demon Brat won’t get you back.
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imagine-darksiders · 8 months
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Imagine going back to your own wedding with two giant Nephilim in tow and being like, 'Yeahhhh, sorry. They have a few objections...'
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a-strange-inkling · 11 months
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it’s the height difference for me ✨
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ubejamjar · 1 month
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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── "I am relieved to see you unharmed, my friend." "I pinky swore, didn't I?" "You did indeed." ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
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thepenultimateword · 1 year
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Short Prompt #137
Something rustled in the inky foliage, and the monster whirled, baring their knifeish fangs and offering a deep warning growl.
The leaves only shook more violently, raining over the monster’s head and tangling in their hair. They shrank close to the forest floor, as a pair of large lamp-like eyes peeked over the treetops.
“Oh, that’s adorable.”
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mazojo · 11 months
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RENT FUCKING FREE ON MY HEAD
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themoralsupport · 2 months
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How to smooch your Dragon(born)
Happy Valentine's from DB and Shadowheart 🤍🖤
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The adorable height difference between Steve and Danny is just another thing that makes mcdanno perfect. These are just a few pictures I think show it well.
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ruiniel · 11 months
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Ooh could you do doodle #1 for Aredhel/Haleth please?
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TYSM for sending! They'd get along like a house on fire, ahem-hem
@elithilanor
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mindibindi · 2 years
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