Stu had been upping his antics recently when teasing you about your height. It was all in good fun, you knew that but damn he was really enjoying it. He was purposefully putting stuff up on high shelves so you had to go to him to ask for help. Then he started picking you up, randomly throughout your day. Didn’t matter if you were home or in public, he would just grab you and carry you since he loved your reactions so much.

Now he was currently looming over you, hands on his sides with a playful grin tugging at his lips. He clicks his tongue before crouching down to properly meet your gaze.

“Look at you. So small and cute, huh?” He teased affectionately, admiring your shorter stature. It really didn’t matter how tall you were, since he was whopping six feet and four inches—AND OH BOY, did he love bringing that up.

“I could just squeeze you.” He giggles proudly when reaching over to pinch your cheek. His wide grin only grows when you try to swat his hand away.

He hopes you know it was only ever in good fun. The moment you would ask him to stop he would—for the most part that is.