more than tall guys

“Oh Mutt darling, don’t even worry about Tank!  He wouldn’t hurt a fly–would you, big boy?”
“….Unless it landed on me, of course, then he would absolutely destroy it.”

Mutt has never been the shortest girl in the room before, but hey.  Number One is 6′3 without her heels. ((Limousines have a certain amount of high-society pretention about them, even limousines belonging to the Duke.  ;)  Thus the evening wear haha)) ((I gotta figure out names for them they can’t just literally go by their car names.  Can they?)) ((CAN THEY?? 8I))

bonnie & clyde

mobster! dean au pt2

   →word count: 3k

   →warnings: graphic violence

   →a/n: this is part 2 to my dean au, for anybody who may have wanted this (lol i doubt anyone cared enough) but enjoy

pt1 here

Originally posted by iaxifin

you woke up to an unfamiliar light - sunlight.

dean’s body practically engulfed yours, both of your bodies facing in the direction of his window. his shallow breathes warmed your neck and his brawny arms trapped you against him. without waking him, you twisted to get a better view of his sleeping form.

last night, he had looked like a dangerous man, cold and hard - yet still sexy. but in the softness of the sunrise, he looked much more innocent. the side you’d seen to dean 12 hours ago had changed to an entirely softer one. his dark fringe fell over his forehead and eyes, and you went to gently brush it away, but his eyes fluttered open at the touch.

he grunted slightly, but then smiled at you, “morning.”

you placed a kiss on his forehead lightly.

“morning, do you want me to go make us coffee?”

“that,” he stretched out with a  yawn, muscles looking more prominent, “sounds grand.”


“he’s gonna come after us.”

“no he won’t, you got me remember?”

“i’m starting to question if that’s a good thing or not.”

as dark as the situation was, you found yourself smiling at dean’s lightheartedness. no matter how troubled you got by what seemed like the inevitable, he would never let it last.

“i’m glad i make you smile so much,” he took another gulp of his black coffee.


he swallowed, “because your smile’s one of the prettiest i’ve seen. and i’ve seen a lot of pretty smiles.”

“oh have you now?”

he chuckled at you. his roommates were all watching tv in the living room next to you, and they snickered at your question.

“oh believe me,” bobby called over, “this boy has not seen much action since i’ve known him.”

you smiled, almost pleased with the answer. dean looked over at you nervously, as if not having lots of experience was shameful. you felt relieved that he hadn’t slept around.

“dean,” you cupped his cheek and settled further into his lap, “i’m gonna be honest, i’m kind of glad your not that kind of guy.”

his body softened now, his grip on your (his) t-shirt less clenched. the two of you had been mindlessly chatting to one another on the sofa for the past hour or so, still exhausted after the previous night. you could get lost in the idle chat, it was so easy, and carefree.

“i gotta work tonight, but your welcome to come to the pit with me. or you could always stay at the apartment with vin, it’s up to you.”

as nice as vin was, he had made a habit of making uncomfortable comments, and truthfully, you wanted to spend time with dean.

“the pit sounds good. what exactly is it?”

“our turf.”

“ah, so is it like a club?”

he glanced over at his roommates, who all exchanged a similar look.

“uh i guess you can call it that.”

the pit was nothing like a club. it was an old warehouse that had been done up into what looked like an underground fight club. it had a bar in the corner and back rooms all around the sides, and in the middle was a big fighting ring.

dean’s arm wrapped comfortably around your waist and the atmosphere made you on-edge enough to curl further into his warm side.

“you okay?” dean’s brow furrowed at your small, intimidated stature.

“i’m just a little overwhelmed,” you said breathily, “i though it was gonna be a club.”

earlier on in the day, dean had taken you out shopping for new clothes and possessions that you had obviously left behind. you weren’t in any position to say no and so with each shop you walked out of you had yet another bag laden on your arm. dean spoilt you with luxurious clothing, he wanted you to be treated right. and you weren’t the kind of girl to refuse such a kind offer.

“it’s kind of a club,” he scratched his head sheepishly, “it’s a fight club. not like the fight club, but a fight club none the less.”

since he’d splashed the cash a little on you, you’d decided to go for a simple, but short black dress with thigh high boots and a big fur coat over the top. if you were out with dom, he’d expect an outfit exactly like this, dressing like this was almost second nature.

but now you saw where you really were, you felt really exposed.

dean could sense your discomfort, “relax, you’re with me. and no ones gonna mess with you if i’m around.”

it wasn’t possessive, it was just protective. you craved it more than any thing.

a tall, extremely muscular guy came up to dean, and have him a firm hand-shake-pat-on-the-back-hug that mobsters would do with one another.

“dean, it’s nice to see you again. you in the ring tonight?”

you were surprised, “you fight?”

the tall guy looked at you like he’d just noticed you now, ’“and who’s this delight?”

“joey this is y/n, y/n this is my boss, joey.”

he grabbed your hand and placed his lips on it politely. the action shocked you, but you didn’t mind, it was respectful, not creepy.

“it’s a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman,” his eyes slimmed as he studied your face even further, “i recognise you from somewhere.”

your heart rate quickened drastically, you couldn’t get caught now. you were finally free, it couldn’t be over so soon. not when you’d finally found a shot at happiness with a good guy.

“she’s just someone i met out of town,” dean covered up your tracks with a simple lie.

“oh of course, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to take an already taken girl, now would you dean?”

he knew.

“he’s coming here tonight,” he continued, “i suggest you leave before your fucked. and dean, i thought i taught you better. you never take unless it actually belongs to you.”

your blood felt white-hot as anger burned all through you.

“oi, i suggest you watch the way you talk about me. i chose to leave by myself. dean just happened to be there to help at the right place and right time. so next time you wanna talk to me with that kinda language, i suggest you watch your fucking tongue before i rip it out your head, capishe?”

the two of them stared down at you, wide-eyed. who would ever expect such a pretty girl to have such a foul mouth? dean smiled at you and started to speak, before getting interrupted.



“i thought you knew by now that men don’t like being told what to do.”


“you did find out the hard way after all.”

you were too frozen in shock to even turn around and confirm the owner of the voice.

“stay the fuck away from her,” dean had his hand gripped firmly around your wrist, too afraid that letting go of it would mean letting go of you.

“or what, pretty boy? you gonna fight me?”

the scene had formed its own audience, mobsters from gangs all around had circled around to watch dom fuck up yet another guy.

but not on your watch.

dean smirked at dom, his confidence seeming a little miscalculated, “your on. i know how you fight, you get one of your men to do it for you. and then you sit back and watch on your pathetic ass. i don’t think you’ve ever been in a fight, let alone won one.”

“you so sure about that?”


dom wasn’t getting anywhere with this, he couldn’t find any way to intimidate dean. to some, it was comical to watch one of the most feared mobsters get shut down so breezily. to others, it was seen as a death wish

“i haven’t got all day, i gotta job to do, so if we’re gonna fight, i’d rather we got started and cracked on,” dean was pushing his luck, and  dom’s patience.

“you’re really getting on my nerves now pretty boy,” dom’s jaw clenched in fury.

“you’ve been getting on my nerves since you decided to treat such an amazing girl like a piece of trash. if you’d taken your time to appreciate how truly remarkable she is, then maybe i wouldn’t be pissing you off so much.”

you gasped at how astounding his words were.

“so are we gonna keep pissing each other off, or are we actually gonna fight?”

the audience whooped and hollered at dean’s rebellious attitude. if there’s one thing a mobster likes, it’s a rebel.

the two of them walked over to the ring, deans grip still around your wrist, “if i end up getting really hurt, whatever you do, don’t try and help me.”


“no y/n, you have to promise you won’t get in that ring.”

you suddenly noticed the absence of gloves, tape and gumshield.

this was a bare-knuckle fight.

dean shrugged off his jacket and unbuttons the shirt slowly, as you should have been doing for him later on tonight. but unfortunately the tables have turned and fate didn’t seem to rest on your grounds anymore. we weren’t as foolishly free as you had thought.

joey hopped in the ring and called the two of them to the middle, dean and dom both shirtless and looking very ready to hit each other.

“okay we still have rules here,” joey glanced at dom, “this is a one round fight, so no weapons, no spitting, no biting and no scratching. this isn’t a lady fight.”

the audience laughed at his sexist joke, but you couldn’t be bothered to get angry at anything except the soon to come fight.

“are we ready,” joey called out.


dean and dom positioned themselves.


the room silenced.


good luck dean.


dom was offensive so he therefore got the first swing, which was smoothly blocked by dean. dom took yet another, but again his actions were blocked.

dean now punched, straight into his stomach, the blow causing dom to stumble back. dean now used this to take a couple more punches, one to the face this time. the impact of knuckle against cheek was evident through the audiences yells. even to this day, you still winced at the noise.

dom looked up at dean with blood dripping down his face. you had no emotion except pleasure at seeing dom’s pain.

“why you little,” dom hisses at dean, and charges straight towards him, pinning him to the floor. where dean may have been smart and quick at fighting, dom had more weight and strength. he took no time in punching dean in the face, the sound of dean’s head hitting the floor as it was whacked against it.

from the edge of the ring, all you could see was dean’s struggling body start to get more and more weak under dom’s punches. his head was being punched back and forth, tilted to look at you. his eye was already starting to blacken, his lip was busted and bleeding and his right cheek was swollen with a small nick on the bone, blood also trickling from that.

you were frozen at the sight, the ugliness of dean’s injuries chilling you to the bone.

you knew how dom’s men fought, and you knew that dom fought the same way. and he hadn’t fought dirty yet. in everyone of his men’s left pocket was a smaller inner pocket that held a tiny, easily concealed switch blade. you saw dom’s hand reach to pull it out.

“dean watch out! he’s got a knife!”

dom made a quick swipe along dean’s torso, now even more blood covering his body.

dean escaped dom’s grasp and gripped his wrist in an attempt to get him to drop the knife. even in dean’s weak state, he was resilient, unable to give up just yet.

dean shoved hardly on dom’s chest, and he finally got back up onto his feet.

“you piece of shit,” dean spit out blood, “no weapons.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” dom smirked at him, then very quickly at you, “won’t be long baby, i’ll get you back soon.”

dean lunged onto him and started throwing out punches, but dom was no where near as damaged as him, dean was losing blood rapidly, so he easily blocked them all. dean tried to kick him instead, but yet again dom had managed to block him. he hooked into dean’s chin, the blow forcing dean onto the floor.

“giving up yet?”


dom sighed and kicked him in the stomach, a groan elicited from dean. he got on all fours and made an attempt at standing up, blood dripping from his cut.

but dom just kicked him back down, and kicked his head. dean yelled out in pain, clearly on the edge. you were struggling to watch, each blow to dean making the tears that were close to falling even closer.

dom reached down and grabbed dean by the throat, his face turning red and panicked as he weakly attempted to breath. his fingers tried to pull his hand off of him.

“i hope this fight was enough to prove that you should never steal what belongs to me.”

and with that, he punches dean one last time straight in the face, and let’s his body sink to the floor.

“oh and you’re not the only one who’s in a lot of trouble with me,” he looked over at you with a menacing smile, “she’s got quite a lot to answer to as well.”

when dean would have automatically jumped up to your defence, his body stayed limp on the floor.

“dean! no, no let go of me!” dom trapped your waist and started to pull you out of the club.

“i hope you’re ready for the punishment i have prepared.”

you paled at the thought.

an idea came over you, and you stopped struggling entirely.

“dom i’m so sorry, he kidnapped me. i didn’t have a choice. but i didn’t do anything wrong.”

“you were defending him before though?”

“i was scared you’d win and hurt me. i didn’t know what else to do.”

he thought about the statement for a little while, trying to know if he should believe you or not.

“are being completely honest with me baby?”

you shuddered at the old nickname.

“of course dom, you know i’d never lie to you.”

he smirked and pulled you against him, caged into his build. he crushed his lips onto yours, tongue entering your mouth forcefully. you started to pull the hem of your dress up, past your stockings, his hands tracing along your thighs with you.

you felt the warm metal of the gun and grabbed it. placing it on the small of his back, you clicked the hammer back and readied it for fire. you stayed in the close position the two of you were in, so as not to draw attention.

“i suggest you let me go or i will shoot, dom,” you whispered into his ear.

“why you little-”

“genius? why thank you. now i’m gonna give you 5 seconds to let me go quietly or i will pull the trigger.”

“what if i shoot you first?”

“you’re gun is on the inside of your jacket which you very stupidly left on the outside of the ring. you have no weapon to shoot with.”

you had him in a box, and he had no choice.

“you’re bluffing, you’d never shoot me.”

“you’re 5 seconds are gone and you’re really underestimating me.”

you pushed him back and shot his thigh twice, one dangerously close to his crotch. he sunk to his knees and gripped the wound strongly.

“fuck! you bitch!”

“all your men have left and there’s no one here to protect you anymore. so i strongly advice you leave whilst you can.”

“fuck you y/n.”

“your choice.”

you shot straight at his crotch this time. he screamed so loudly the whole building went silent.

“that’s for dean.”

you walked over and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to curl up.

“that’s for all the people you’ve cheated out of money and lives.”

you took one final aim at his face, your pointy, heeled boot effortlessly coming into contact with his already injured features.

“and that’s for me and every single way you hurt me.”

the room’s silence was now filled with cheers as the most hated mobster was finally put in his place. and not one person dared to say otherwise.

you couldn’t give two shits about anybody else in the room other than dean. you sprinted over to the ring again and jumped straight in.


his body was hidden by joey’s and you couldn’t tell if he was even alive or not. there wasn’t any movement.

“let me see him,” you pushed joey out of the way to find an unconscious dean - bloody and bruised. his cut had been dressed and his face wiped slightly to remove the dried up blood.

“oh my god,” you fell on your knees next to him, just like this morning you brushed his fringe out of his eyes, but they didn’t open at the touch this time.

“dean please be okay. we won, we beat dom,” you spoke softly to his senseless body, “just please wake up.”

by his point, dom had been carried out by a few men, and was told to “never show your cheating face here again.”

you had however, collapsed into dean and were sobbing like a mere child lost in a new city. after all the drama and despair of the last 24 hours, you felt exhausted and completely hopeless. it wasn’t like you to cry, you’d never let yourself before. but there was something about all of the action that had caused something to break.

“why are you crying?”

his hands very slowly came to pull your head up to meet his. one of his eyes looked into yours, the other swollen shut.

“you’re okay!”

“somewhat, yes,” he smiled at you, then remembered dom, “what happened to-”

“i shot him in the balls. he won’t be an issue with us anymore, i can promise you that.”

his eyes twinkled in amazement of your courage and strength. he pulled you down to him, his arms squeezing around your shoulders.

he sighed contently, “that’s my girl.”

you giggle and pull him up onto his feet.

“you alright to stand up?”

“absolutely fine.”

he stabled himself out then grabbed his shirt and draped it over himself, not even bothering to button it back up.

the two of you walked out of there hand in hand, not even looking back to reassure yourselves. you both did that for each other anyway.

dean’s swollen and bruised face looked so out of place with his eye-creasing grin.

“i may look like shit, and i probably need some medical attention, but tonight has been pretty cool.”

you laugh and swing your arm around his shoulders, his hand instinctively coming round your waist.

the two of you stay like that for a little longer, just walking down the street. you looked an odd pairing, almost feared. but you two couldn’t care less, you had all the time in the world, wherever you desired. whatever you desired. whoever you desired.

and right now you craved a bed, in an apartment, with dean.

Matthew Daddario Quotes Pt. 2
  • "Is my butt my pumpkin?"
  • "Handing out side-eye like gravity pulls left."
  • "Go kiss a train!"
  • "Can I book this lady for my next birthday?"
  • "Punching isn't solving problems as much as usual."
  • "It's nice when you haven't read a book in ten years so you forget most of it and it's like reading it anew."
  • "Man, that was a sweaty, shirtless day."
  • "I'm not resisting this?"
  • "Vampires are cats?"
  • "Sometimes I write out the description of the face."
  • "You guys keep calling me a dork. Kind of a bummer."
  • "Like with the VROOM thing?"
  • "What if they don't like the same food as me? I can't handle that kind of let down."
  • "Plants are green sometimes."
  • "Oh, that's inappropriate!"
  • "They always open their mouths and they do this, 'Don't bother me!'"
  • "I get to travel more and learn about plants."
  • "If anyone reads this, don't curse. It's bad, and if you all start doing it all the time it won't be as fun when I do it."
  • "Still at home, making pickles."
  • "It helps if you imagine all the pigeons coo'ing at you and they just don't annunciate the 'L'."
  • "I just really want them to find Genghis Khan's tomb this year."
  • "Just chop the hand off to stop the spread."
  • "I'm sure many people have asked themselves that question when they were about 12 and thought 'Oh, what a great thought that was' and I just said it when I'm 29."
  • "They're definitely going at it head first."
  • "Tall guy and little dude need a cop show spin-off."
  • "I'm gonna press the button. Here we go. That's not a button."
  • "This is so deranged! What a sick thing."
  • "I'm a little more professional. I don't giggle when someone says something funny."
  • "Why do people play this game?"
  • "This has been a stressful experience."
  • "I must be really into burning the roof of my mouth when I eat pizza because I never. Freaking. Learn."
  • "Makes me wanna go to sleep."
  • "I don't understand what that sentence means."
  • "Is an eggplant really a plant? Has it in its name, but it's not an egg."
  • "So many lame puns to write, so many buns to touch."
  • "I was allowed to curse there."
  • "Hot sauce in my bag at all times. Always have hot sauce."
  • "I don't know the Pokemon situation. I'm not gonna lie."
  • "This is a morbid question."
  • "That's some information about plants."
  • "My mom is more impressive than your mom. That's truth."
  • "Yo, tall guy, you gonna use your words this episode to solve problems? Improve relationships?"
  • "This feels like a very personal question, BuzzFeed. I am tempted to make something up."
  • "Honestly, city people! Am I right?"
  • "My friend would punch me in the face."
  • "This is the plus happiness rune."
  • "I'm pressing the button! Beep!"
  • "I'm not gonna take off my shirt. Come on."
  • "Just threw so much shade that she's gonna have to take vitamin D supplements for life."
  • "Don't say inappropriate things on here. Come on, guys!"
  • "Dates are stressful. Just go home and see what happens."
  • "Literally just told you not to do that."
  • "If you don't agree, whatever!"
  • "Are these pop culture references that I'm not getting?"
  • "Lucky I'm here to provide therapy."
  • "They are getting a little sweaty and enjoying themselves together."
  • "Twins are sometimes made when an egg splits, I think."
  • "I can't reblog it because it would be narcissistic."
  • "Harry and Isaiah, who are not here, which is a bummer."
  • "I can't remember my first date. I'm sure it went splendidly."
  • "He's back home in London! Home of the world's largest skillet!"
  • "Wacky antics! Misunderstandings! Sexy interlopers!"
  • "Tell me how much you loved my sleeping."
  • "Teen dot com doesn't know their internet slang like we do!"
  • "Maybe he needs more of those forced memory flashbacks. Those seem healthy."
I Would Never Call It Love 2

Since I just saw pictures of Calum and Nia kissing I’m going to make a really sad blurb right now to go with my dark soul and tears. Also partly inspired by nerdymuke on tumblr and their “through the years” story, so go check them out. Ok, enjoy.

part 1

(not my gif)

One month later…

Calum was enjoying the first month of his world tour with his best friends. He also enjoyed the new found time with his front band, which mostly consisted of girls. The drummer, with her colorful hair, big lips, and puppy eyes, really caught his attention. His skin would get bumpy at the touch of her hand on his, his arms neatly wrapped around her thin waist so easily, his smile came naturally as a result of her presence and laughter. She could feel the growing tension as well, loving every moment she got to spend with this golden boy.

Y/N, on the other hand, was living a life of full regret. She had only gone out once since her and Calum’s last exchange, which resulted in her crying in the vodka infused punch bowl to random people who passed about her sadness. She was eventually kicked out onto the cold streets, and slept on a nearby park bench that night with no recollection of anything that night. She had skipped classes because she was physically too ill to attend, not because she had a cold or flu, but because her crying kept her up all night. She would never get any sleep, and couldn’t breathe out of her nose or talk normally because her throat was scratched from the screaming that would accompany her cries. Thank God she lived alone. She also missed many days of work because of this as well, but never more than she missed school. She still had to put food on her table.

The urge to call him, the urge to run over to his place and bang on the door to be let in, knowing full well he wasn’t home, was beginning to break her down. She never knew pain could hurt this bad when the person who you’re hurting over was never really yours. I mean, who would know? She had deleted all the pictures, texts, etc. the night they last encountered each other so there was nothing to help mend her heart, she absolutely had nothing of his or anything that remotely reminded her of him. She forgot his signature scent, the curves in his biceps, his squishy cheeks, his touseled dark curls, his errupting laughter. And all of it, she missed deeply.

The boys felt uneasy once they saw Calum falling for Nia so quickly after what last happened with Y/N. Of course, they never knew of what happened behind closed doors, but they knew something was going on. They weren’t just friends that would ‘go out for coffee’ or ‘go out for brunch’ every week, or so Calum would say, for 6 hours at a time. Ashton knew better than anyone, and he saw texts that proved his thoughts right. He wondered why Calum was so broken once the plane had annouced their departure, tears instantly slipped from his eyes while looking down at a phone with no notifications. And once he saw Calum’s eyes fall on Nia with such interest, he knew it was about Y/N.

Soon, the boys would be stopping at their next show which was in Chicago. For hours Ashton contemplated contacting Y/N via Twitter since he followed her, asking her if she’d like to come to the show. He would pay for her ticket, hotel, and backstage pass so she could see Calum again after a little over a month, and spark whatever they had that left his poor Cal in tears. Ash knew he would have to be sneaky though, making sure Calum wouldn’t take his phone or overhear conversations with her. But in the end, he sent her a message.

Her face lit up like a christmas tree in the dead of night. Her heart raced to a million beats, and her head pounded every corner of her brain. She couldn’t believe it. The offer, the reasoning behind it, everything. At first, she absolutely declined. Telling Ashton, “No. Absolutely not. I haven’t nothing to say to him, and want nothing to do with him. Sorry, but thanks for the offer.” Then Ashton laid down the heavy card. “But he cried over you. For the first few days he sat by himself being quiet and looking at his phone for some kind of message from you. I’ve always been suspicious of you two, and now I know what’s been going on.” If that didn’t make her want to jump out of her apartment window, then she didn’t know what would. Eventually she gave in upon hearing about Calum’s distress. Maybe they had both been going through the same motions, but were both too incredibly stubborn to admit it. I mean, it took so long for Calum to even come clean about his feelings, so she knew it would take him longer to tell her about what he’s been going through now. Or so she thought.

With sunglasses on her face a luggage on her hand, she drove in a taxi to the hotel Ashton rented a room for her in. Her hands began to get clammy, realizing she was in the same vicinity as Calum once again, and she could see him anytime before her big concert reveal. Ashton messaged her once she was settled in the room, telling her to be ready by 4 so her uber that he payed and sent for her, can pick her up and take her to the venue for soundcheck where he’d give her the concert ticket, backstage pass, and of course a hug for goodluck.

Once she was dressed in a skin tight black long sleeve dress with matching thigh high boots, she was picked up right on time by her friendly uber. She exited the car only to be pulled by a tall muscular man with a shirt that read ‘security’ on it, and pushed inside the venue. Ashton greeted her by catching her before she could fall due to the security’s hard push.

“Whoa there,” she laughed while catching her, “sorry about that. Security is pretty solid for us.” He lifted her up to her knees, as she brushed off her dress and smiled shyly at him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, properly at least.” He shoved his hands in his pockets to retreive what she came to meet him for.

“You as well.” He was about to hand her the ticket and pass, but she put her hand on top of his to signify to stop before he could fully put it in her hands.

“I knew Calum the best, but I just want you to know that I actually do really enjoy your band and music. All of you are so talented, and in no way was I befriending Calum for fame or anything.” Ashton gave her a confused look, and she slightly chuckled. “I know you guys have probably had people in your life come in and out because all they wanted was 15 minutes of fame with you guys. But that’s why I kept myself out of the spot light, and it wasn’t just Calum’s decision. I didn’t want any of you seeing me like that because I genuinely liked you guys.” He smiled brightly at her, molding her hand to fit around the contents in his hand.

“We have our fair share of that with the guys’ girlfriends on this tour.” Y/N laughed loudly. A real laugh, one she didn’t know she could still make after the month of complete darkness she was in not too long ago. “Now, go sit in the back of soundcheck, make sure to keep your head down so that way when you go back stage Calum is truly surprised, and then enjoy the concert then go to the right hand of the front of the stage so the security can take you to come see us.” She nodded, giving him the big comforting hug they both needed.

She did as Ashton said, and sat in the very last row of soundcheck, on the side Calum wasn’t sitting in front of. She saw him emerge from backstage in his navy tank, black jeans and messy hair. A small gasp left her mouth before she quickly put a hand over it. He looked better than he did when he left, if that was even possible in a months time. But she knew she had to keep her composure, so she sat with her hair slightly in her face, but looking up enough to witness his beauty.

A fan 2 rows in front of you asked a question that got your head to shoot all the way up, not caring if he saw you or not, because the answer to this question was vital.

“Do you miss anyone that isn’t with you on tour now? I mean obviously your family but anyone else?” Calum let out a sigh, and waiting a rather long time before he answered, truthfully.

“Yeah of course I miss my family. My mum, dad, sister, even a few of my cousins. But other than that, no. I don’t miss anyone.“ Y/N looked over at Ashton who saw her from his periferal, and he looked scared. He gulped, causing his Adams apple to bob up and down, and his jawline sharpened. Her fingers crept inward, and were making sharp indents on her palms. Her breathe hitched, and without thinking, her legs straightened, making everyone, even the boys, look at her, and in a flash her back was facing them and began walking out.

“Y/N stop, don’t leave.” She heard over the speakers, freezing in her tracks with her back still facing them. Her mouth fell slightly open, with puffs of air escaping them. She could feel herself shaking, tears daring to pour out of her eyes. She looked back to find Calum standing up quickly, making his mic fall to the floor. She couldn’t look at him for more than a second before she was whisked away by another tall muscular guy wearing a shirt that said ‘security’…

The boys had finished their soundcheck about 20 minutes after the whole incident. Y/N had been sitting on the small couch they were given backstage, and soon she saw Ashton cut through the dark curtain seperating the stage from backstage, and scolded her with dark eyes. He couldn’t even get a word in before Calum practically tore the curtain from the ceiling as she stomped toward me. He grabbed my arm and brought me to my feet before taking me to a room filled with the bands clothes, instruments, and hair products. It was big and spacious, which meant there was tons of room for yelling.

Calum slammed the door before speaking. “What the hell is your problem?” He screamed at her, getting in her face, and in an instant she pushed his broad shoulders away from her, walking on the other side of the couch inside the room so she could have a barrier.

“What the hell is my problem? You’re the one bruising my arm, slamming doors, and screaming in my face! I thought you’d be happy to see me!”

“No Y/N, I’m not! Once I’m happy and finally starting to get over you, you decide to come back and be here! Well news flash Y/N I don’t want you here, at all!”

“Well I didn’t want to come here either alright. Ashton contacted me saying how sad you’ve been because of what happened between us because Calum, he knows you better than anybody, and he knows what’s been going on between us. And I’m not going to lie, I’ve been a mess without you. So I thought coming here would help me realize why I felt so low but I knew the reason the whole time.” By now, Y/N was crying. Tears hit the couch, and her head hung low. Calum crossed his arms with tension, waiting for her answer.

“I’m in love with you too, Calum. I don’t know why it took me so long or why I never said it, but I mean it now. I’m in love with everything about you, everything I’ve gotten to know about you, every flaw and every perfection of you.”

“Well I’m not in love with you, so leave.” He said defensively. She choked back on her tears, looking up at him to find him much closer in front of her than before, his eyes baring into her own. All she saw was black, no feeling, no sympathy for her travels to come and tell him this.


“I told you. I’m over you. And I mean it. I actually have someone else right now in my life that has, in a way….replaced you. She’s the drummer of our front band, and she makes me feel more loved than you ever made me feel.” Her hand caught up to her mouth to avoid loud screams from coming out like the ones she experienced in the silence of 2 AM, and Calum still felt no sympathy.

“Calum c’mon! We’re about to go on stage!” You heard a girl’s voice errupt from behind the dressing room door, and in a giggly voice as well. Knowing fully well of who it was, Y/N grabbed at her hair by her temples before pacing the inside of the room.

“I’ll be out in a minute babe!” He yelled before reaching for the door knob.

“Calum no wait please-“ Y/N ran toward him and pulled his hand into hers before he could open the door. As if he knew the affect he now had on her, he left his hand in hers for a few seconds, before roughly pulled it back with a tense look staring down at her.

“I’m sorry you made the trip all the way out here, only to be disappointed.” He opened the door and stepped halfway out before speaking again. “At least now, you know what it feels like.”

With another slam to the door, Y/N huffed out the last bit of air she could muster from her lungs, as she felt like Calum was choking her and she couldn’t breathe at all. Now she was the one left in a dimly lit room. Oh boy, she caught feelings and she knew the feelings she felt for Calum would be just that, feelings.

anonymous asked:

Can you do please a story where the reader is Harry's new neighbour. They bump into each other on a night stroll and start bickering and from then on they have a neighbour from hell relationship. One night she notices a strange figure outside his home and she investigates and is slashed with a small knife on her arm but scares the weird stalker off and Harry realises what happened and escorts her inside, with fluff etc. :)

One of the perks of having gone to school for so many years to have the career you did now was that you got paid, well. And an inheritance of more money than you knew what to do with led you to buying a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood, and you’d never felt more like an adult as you wandered around your large home the first night after moving in. You hadn’t met any neighbors yet but the internet had only good things to say about the neighborhood and its residents, so you weren’t too worried. 

It was the next day, upon arriving back to your house after work, that you first noticed the swarm of grown men holding large cameras, seemingly hiding behind some trees and bushes across from the house next to you. Parking your car in your driveway and making your way towards your front door, you heard them starting to yell.

“Ay miss, you seen Harry yet today? Know if he’s home?” they asked as you turned around to see that they seemed to be asking you.

“What? I don’t know who Harry is, Harry who..?” you trailed off as they were no longer paying attention to you but were now rushing towards the house next to yours as a fashionably dressed and very attractive, somewhat familiar looking man rushed to his car, trying to avoid the paparazzi. 

“Harry! Come on man, talk to us just for a minute!”

They surrounded his car, but he wasn’t having it. A polite smile and a nod, and he maneuvered out of the drive and onto the road. The men all grumbled, putting the cameras down and starting to walk away.

“Harry Styles, lady!” one of them yelled over at you, as you were still stood on your doorstep. Oh yeah, you’d heard of him. Great. Now you had a bunch of middle-aged men with cameras to look forward to seeing every day around your house. Great.

About a week later, you decided to take a late night stroll around the block just to get some fresh air and check out the neighborhood. Your head was down as you noticed a message flash across your phone screen, so you didn’t notice the person on the sidewalk walking towards you who was doing the same thing.

“Mmph” Harry mumbled when the two of you ran into each other, as you looked up to see the pop star standing right in front of you, the one who was the cause of all the frenzy always around your house.

“Would’ve thought the paparazzi would be behind that tree or something and tell you to watch where you’re going,” you told him, not thrilled about bumping into your neighbor. 

“Yeah I mean I can’t really control where the paparazzi are, there’s not much I can do,” he responded. You rolled your eyes, not impressed by his attitude. “I mean, and I lived here first so…” 

Oh, so he was going to play it like that.

“Really? Alright if that’s the kind of relationship you want with your neighbors, good luck buddy,” you told him.

“I didn’t say anything about wanting to have any kind of relationship with my neighbor,” he retorted. Both of you had your eyes slightly squinted as you looked at each other. You’d both had long days and were overly tired and in a bad mood, and were definitely starting off on the wrong foot.

You snorted at his comment, clearly not amused.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes again and starting to walk away as he did the same. Perfect, you thought to yourself, disappointed that this was the guy you’d have to deal with for as long as you both lived there. 

Weeks had gone by since this first interaction between you and Harry, and things had only gone downhill between the two of you. Blasting music and blindingly bright outdoor lights, the two of you tried to be as obnoxious as possible in response to obnoxious things you would each do, and the cycle kept repeating. 

On this night in particular, you were reclined in your living room, watching a movie and occasionally glancing out your window to see if the paparazzi from earlier had shown up again. 

About halfway into your movie, upon glancing out the window to look towards Harry’s house, you noticed a single figure close to the front of his house. That was odd, because there were usually at least two or three of the men together, and they usually didn’t walk along the side of his house like that. 

Starting to feel anxious and bored of the movie anyway, you decided to make your way outside to investigate. You were always bad about suppressing your curiosity; you told yourself you were just going out for the fresh air this time. 

Quietly walking from your driveway to the sidewalk in the direction of Harry’s house, you froze when you saw that the figure was now stood directly facing you. Clearing your throat, you took another step forward, slowly, deciding to just walk past and then turn back at the next corner. However, the figure was now moving towards you, and you started walking faster as it made its way closer to you. 

Next thing you knew, you saw a knife coming towards you and you let out a blood-curling scream, but not before the blade slashed across your arm. Your scream must have scared the person though, for they started running away, leaving you on the sidewalk in front of Harry’s house as the blood dripped from your arm. Too shocked to even cry, you stood frozen as Harry opened his door and came running out to you, his eyes wide and concern written all over his face. 

“Y/N! What happened, what did they do??” He asked you frantically, taking in the sight of your bloody arm. He’d just seen the running figure turn the corner when he started running towards you. 

“Cut my arm, they had a knife. Dunno who it was,” you told him quietly, unable to fully process what was happening.

“Oh God, okay. Come here, let’s clean that up,” he told you softly, placing his hand gently on the small of your back and leading you into his house before immediately closing and locking the door. 

“Come on, it’s okay,” he assured you as he grabbed your hand and led you into the large bathroom off of the hallway. 

“Okay, I have that bandage wrap stuff, and we should probably clean it off first… this might sting, I’m sorry please just bare with me.” He looked into your eyes, and you could see in them that he was terrified despite the small smile that had now formed on his lips as he tried to comfort you. 

Gently, more gentle than you thought a tall and clumsy-looking guy like him could be, Harry rinsed your arm, shushing you and stroking your hair when you moaned at the stinging. He then wrapped up your arm, so carefully, and led you back out into his living room.

“Please sit down, I’ll get you some water,” he smiled at you as he went into the kitchen. 

You were finally starting to realize what had happened and that you were now sitting in Harry’s house, the house of the guy who had pissed you off so much since you’d first met. But now he seemed so sweet and caring, and you were so surprised.

“Here you go.” Harry set down the glass on the small table next to the couch and sat down next to you. 

“I’m so sorry this happened. You can stay here for the night, you know if you don’t feel safe or something…” The way he was looking at you made you feel already safer and more secure. 

“I, um, yeah thank you. Thanks for doing all this, it was really nice of you,” you responded, gesturing to your arm that was now covered in gauze. 

“Of course.” He smiled at you again, and this time you smiled back. 

“So, I can just put on the tv if you want, maybe get your mind off of it for now?” Harry asked, but he was already reaching for the remote and beginning to flip through the channels before stopping on something on the Food Network. “I guess I’ll leave you alone now if you want,” he told you, though he made no move to leave.

You looked at him, biting your lip. “Um, do you think you could sit here with me just for a little longer?” you asked him timidly, unsure of where the two of you stood now after all that. 

The flicker of joy that flashed across Harry’s face didn’t go unnoticed as you waited for a response. “Of course, yeah,” he smiled at you, before settling back into the sofa as you did the same. 

And you hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until now as you lounged on the soft cushion, eyelids beginning to close. 

It had felt like only a few minutes had passed when you woke up, your head resting on Harry’s shoulder. His breathing was deep and slow, and you lifted your head slightly to see that his eyes were closed. A small smile formed on your face as you rested your head back down on his shoulder, cuddling in a little bit closer to him, feeling safer than ever. 

Heavens Helpers for luciferblogging

Sabriel AU Where Gabriel works at a Doggie DayCare and Rehabilitation Center. The Winchesters are somewhat new to town, and Sam is that kid that Gabriel just hasnt worked up the nerve to really talk to. He notices Sam having a crap day and decides to take a shot and ask if he wants to come after school to visit his job– This event starts the very interesting story of how you are a total dork who ends up befriending your crush and stumbling into finding out this guy is more than a freakishly tall pretty face.

Dating/Liking a girl as tall/taller than 5′9  (EXO)

Xiumin: I don’t think he would mind dating someone who would end up being taller than him. He would care more for personality than appearance.

Originally posted by sefuns

Suho: He would be nervous just because he would find them pretty. He would be happy to have her near him. 

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

Lay: He reminds me of someone who would be happy to have his arms around a taller girl he would very much show her off claiming she’s model-like.

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Baekhyun: Once more I don’t feel like he would mind a taller girl in his arms. Someone who stood out among the other girls just in height alone.

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Chen: He reminds me of someone who might be a little intimidated if his girl would wear heels because it would make him look incredibly tiny but other than that he wouldn’t care much about how tall she is.

Originally posted by jongdaedly

Chanyeol: This tall man would probably like someone a bit more who would fit right in like a puzzle piece. He would be very happy with a girl who he wouldn’t have to constantly get called a giant compared to.

Originally posted by lullabyun

D.O: I feel he would be intimidated in the first encounter but he would find her amazing the more they talk and would be happy to have someone cutely taller than him.

Originally posted by heyyplayboy

Kai: He’s pretty tall and would probably not mind someone on the taller end. He would like her probably more for her personality more than anything else.

Originally posted by jonginization

Sehun: Another decently tall guy who probably wouldn’t mind to have a taller girl in his arms. He would just be happy with the relationship more than her appearance.

Originally posted by laygion

Kris: Another tall one who would love to have a cute girl taller girl. I can see him resting his head onto her should when he has a good laugh or waiting in line something dorky like that/

Originally posted by yourejustmystylee

Luhan: He reminds me of someone who would find it cute to have to look up at a girl. He would ask her to bend down a little (because he’s not too tall but not too short) and kiss him.

Originally posted by meiren-menglu

Tao: He’s another decently tall guy who might love the idea of a tall girl. But he’s another one who just seems like he would love his girl for who she is instead of what she looks like.

Originally posted by onlykristao

A boy who will always be on your side.
A boy keeps your secrets.
A boy who is your lover and your bestfriends.
A boy who accepts your imperfections.
A boy who loves and respects his mother.
A boy who gives you a cute nicknames.
A boy who will make you laugh when you’re mad.
A boy who has a sense of humor.
A boy who grants your cravings.
A boy who loves to cuddle.
A boy who loves you unconditionally.
A boy who smells good.
A boy who will never hurt your feelings.
A boy who is afraid of losing you.
A boy who plays with your hair.
A boy who gives you a piggy back ride.
A boy who hugs like Mayweather.
A boyfriend who will motivates you more than just a blessing.
Every short girls needs a tall guy.
Those couples that started as a bestfriends.
And it lasts forever.


Another one from @iobeyfandoms AU prompt list! I love it, okay :> This one is from the height difference themed

7. “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” 

Pairings: Au!Damon x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 2059

I haven’t posted some Damon and I need to. Feedback is appreciated! Also requests ;)

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

“(Y/n)! (Y/n), where are you?”

You all were in line for the entrance to Universal Studios since you, Damon, Stefan, Caroline, and Enzo were there just a tad late and a line had already formed. You excused yourself for a minute to breathe as it was packed, especially for you small frame. You looked around and all you see are either shoulders, chest, or the sky, not exactly the faces you’re looking for. “(Y/n)!” You heard again and looked around. You sighed. This is impossible. You thought. Suddenly, someone grabbed your hand. You lightly squealed then looked up to see Damon’s worried face.

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I have too many Cecil headcanons and I will never love one more than the others. 

  • There’s the fanon white, tall, skinny blonde guy with tattoos and a third eye 
  • The native american with long, gorgeous black hair and violet eyes with freckles 
  • The albino with purple streaked hair and thick glasses who wears dresses and crop tops 
  • The tall, stunning black man with poofy hair and a dazzling smile and thin, circle glasses 
  • The latino man with earrings and dyed blue hair who always wears bowties and short sleeved shirts 

Like ??? there’s no way to pick just one and I refuse to limit myself 

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother you but I was wondering who Master Fu is? I keep hearing about him and playing where's Waldo in the latest episodes but I can't actually find any clear info as to who he is...

that shadowy guy, basically

clearly he’s more Squat Hawaiian Grandpa than Tall Ethereal Gandalf now, but he’s a character who is connected to the kwami (possibly owning the green one from the opening, while the pink most likely belongs to papillon) and looks like he’s going to serve as a guide and/or mentor to ladybug and chat noir in the coming seasons. 

he’s scheduled to show up in the season finale (along with finally getting some origin episodes), so all the spot-the-grandpa episodes are building up to making him a relevant character! 

did every group of high school goths have that one tall guy who was a little bit more charismatic than the other goths, maybe just because he was tall, and he really hammed it up and enjoyed the hell out of the “big fish, small pond” situation he was in?

the Alpha Goth

Alone and Cold


: Alone and Cold


AUTHOR: ash-chan33

ORIGINAL IMAGINEImagine Loki coming to Midgard because you are a lost Frost Giant like him. You don't have the blood of Laufey, but he doesn't let that define you. 

RATING: Teen and up

NOTES/WARNINGS: Cursing mostly. Y/NN stands for your nickname. 


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I thought it was rly sweet that Ron missed Hugo so much when he took a leave of absence in the “Nude Beach” ep and I’ve shipped them ever since *_* In a general sense with these guys tho, I enjoy that Ron is sorta Hugo’s moral compass when he’s being too petty/cruel, like he’s always there to call Hugo out on his shit and his reasoning’s definitely changed Hugo’s behavior for the better on more than one occasion… you go, leaning tower of tall guy!<3

Most Unexpected

Prompt:   i was at work today serving a family of 4 and I could hear the mother and father making homophobic comments about me behind my back because of the way I look but the joke’s on them because when I opened up Grindr and their son popped up on it so now i’m talking to him and he wants to take me on a date 

This went a bit different than the prompt exactly and the prompt is a random text post I saw on here as a matter of fact.  Changed Grindr to Tinder which is  a dating app here in the US.  Hope you like it!!  

“Dios,” Raphael said as he leaned against the wall next to where Magnus was entering his order for his party of eight in the back. “Not another one.

”“Hmm?” Magnus straightened to full height and peered over to the newest table the hostesses had just sat. It was the fourth of July weekend and they were packed to the brim with the high end customers of Manhattan. The latest family being seated was a family of four that obviously had money, as a lot of people did in this city. Manhattan was, in Magnus’s experience, made up of the really rich and the homeless. You could bet that the homeless weren’t here on a day like today. “They look alright. They brought their kids along, or at least I think they’re underage ”

“Yeah, so did the last family with that baby.” His younger colleague moaned. “If one more person makes another comment about me being Mexican I’m going to lose my job.”

“Alright,” Magnus sighed as he put a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “I get it. I’ll take the table for you. You have to grab my next one though, no matter who it is.”

“Deal, amigo! I owe you!” Magnus rolled his eyes and hurried out to his newest table and hoped they would be alright. Difficult customers were the absolute worst during a busy day, and they had all had their share of horrible people over the last six hours they had been here. He was off at nine, barely in time to change clothes and book it over to Ragnor’s for fireworks and a few drinks. If he made it through two more hours he would be home free for twenty four hours.

“Hello, my name is Magnus and I will be your server this evening. Can I start you out with something to drink?” Magnus said the rehearsed phrase without thinking as he unfolded his pad and got his pen at the ready. He glanced up to see the father looking at him with a tint of horror in his gaze, and the did not bode well for their visit.

“I’ll take a lemonade.” The younger girl put in before either of the parents could say anything. Magnus sent her a smile in thanks and jotted it down. The parents put in an order for water and a bottle of wine. Finally Magnus looked in the corner of the booth, and that’s when he thought that Raphael might not owe him a favor after all.   Sitting in a corner of the booth beside his sister sat the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.  His head was bowed to stare at the menu intently as his black hair flopped over his forehead.  Magnus could see a tattoo peeking over the collar of his shirt and it was turning him on more than he thought possible.  He was tall, much taller than any guy Magnus had ever thought about dating in the past.  He was used to being the tall one in his relationships, but he couldn’t say he minded being the short one if it was a guy like that. 

 “Can I have a water?” His soft voice carried easily, even through the chaotic air that was around them.   It tugged at Magnus how soft and genuine his voice sounded.  He smiled at the young man before jotting it down.  The other slouched in the booth and Magnus saw him slowly turning a very evident pink. 

 “I’ll have that right out for you.”  Magnus normally wasn’t one to stick to the script, but these people didn’t seem like they were much into small talk  He got a last glance in at the boy huddled against the wall before he had to dart into the drink station to get the drinks organized. 

 “Are they as awful as they look?” Raphael hissed to him as he also slipped into the station to prepare his own drinks.  The young man barely came up to his shoulder and it always made Magnus smirk to himself.  “They look like completely awful people who make you want to tear your hair out.”

“Worried about your missing tip there, Santiago?” Magnus quipped as he finished his tray of drinks.  “They look like they have a lot of money.”

“Bane, the money would not be worth it.  The day celebrating America is never kind to me.  Though I am American despite everything else.”  

The younger sounded upset so Magnus laid a hand on his arm.“You alright?  Did someone say something again?” Raphael took a deep breath before straightening his shoulders and shaking his head.“It’s not worth worrying about.  We only have an hour and a half left now.”  Magnus checked his phone and realized Raphael was right.  The time was flying by and he had that cute guy to impress and ask out in under ninety minutes.  He tossed a towel over his shoulder to clean tables with after he delivered the drinks to his table.  He nabbed the bottle of wine from the bar and headed out.  

“I don’t see why you can’t even try dating a girl,” Magnus heard the father saying as he approached around the corner.  He slowed his steps and waited to see where this was going. 

 “Dad, not now.  Can’t you let it go for today?” It must be the younger woman speaking and her voice sounded a lot like her brother’s except it was louder, and obviously more used to being heart. 

 “I want to hear this answer Isabelle,” The voice was unfamiliar and must have been the mother’s.  Magnus held his breath and waited to see if the beautiful boy would answer the question or if he would throw something in his father’s direction and storm off the way Magnus himself would have. 

 “There would be no point in trying-” The soft voice started, but was cut off almost immediately

.“No point in trying to respect this family?  No point in trying to be normal and make your life easier?”“Why haven’t you ever tried kissing a boy, Dad?” The soft voice had a bite to it now and was loud enough to carry a bit.


 “I have your drinks!” Magnus thought this would be the opportune time to interrupt the family gathering before it got out of hand.  The last thing they needed was a fight today.  He set down their drinks and took their orders with the parents each ordering the prime rib, the young woman a pasta dish, and blue eyes only having an appetizer to pick at.  Magnus figured he probably wasn’t very hungry considering the circumstances  He turned away to clean some surrounding tables before going to put their orders in.  He could still distinctly hear his customers talking amongst themselves quietly.  They were talking about the young woman in college with the father still making snide remarks.  

He was on the last table, right next to theirs, when he fully tuned into their conversation again.

“I thought they had a uniform at this place,” The mother commented and Magnus could almost feel her steely blue gaze on his back.  He washed the same place continuously as he waited to see where this was going. 

“Nothing wrong with adding a bit of flair to things,” The younger woman spoke and Magnus got the impression she was the kind used to pressing boundaries.  He could relate well. 

 “When you’re a man his age, there is something to be said.” The father said curtly.  Magnus really didn’t like this guy and thought the entire universe would be better off without him existing.  Couldn’t people just let others live their lives?

“What is so wrong with what he’s wearing?” The younger woman questioned. 

 “He’s wearing a scarf,” The man spoke as if it was something that personally offended him.  “Not to mention the belt he’s wearing I’m almost certain we saw in the women’s section the other day.”

“He’s being festive,”  Magnus stopped pretending to clean as he stood shaking slightly from rage.  He knew he should move away and go about this business before he did something incredibly stupid, but his feet were refusing to cooperate. 

 “No, Isabelle, he’s dressing like a fag.  I think I’m going to say something to management.”  The father sounded completely entitled to what he was saying and obviously had no issue with telling everyone just how personally offensive he found a sparkly belt. 

“Dad, you don’t need to do that.” Alec spoke up at last and his voice held a certain amount of hurt mixed with anger.  Magnus was falling in love with that soft voice.  “Can’t you go one meal out without complaining about something?  He isn’t making you wear the scarf.”

“Of course you would defend him!” The father snapped.  “Is that how you like your filthy faggot boyfriends?  All decked out in eyeliner and sparkly clothes like a drag queen?”

“The nicest person I’ve ever met was a drag queen!” Magnus smiled to himself and finally was able to move away to put in their order and attend to his other tables that were much less problematic.  He shortly had not a whole lot to do besides wait for their food to turn up.  He ducked into an alcove by the kitchen and leaned against the wall to check his phone.  He returned the text to Ragnor confirming their fireworks plans for later that night.  He added that he may or may not be bringing a plus one depending if he ever got blue eyes alone tonight.  Perhaps they had driven separately because both of the kids seemed to be of age.  Magnus could catch him casually in the parking lot and try not to look like a complete stalker.

With how busy they were he still had at least a ten minute wait on the prime rib meals and he wa just about to put his phone away when the flame came up on the top left of his screen to show he had a new match on Tinder.  Magnus had joined the dating app a few weeks ago out of curiosity.  So far it hadn’t really impressed him even with the great selection of New York.  This city was one of the biggest in the country, and yet Magnus felt like it was very small from time to time.  The match was nobody worth wasting his time on and he swiped over to see who was in his area.   He quickly grew bored with all the swipes to the right, but then a picture caught him by surprise.  On his screen was Alec, the boy at the table with a homophobic father.  His blue eyes were unmistakable.  He was twenty years old and lived in Brooklyn.  He had a cat and worked in school to be a physical therapist.  He liked to read and played soccer.  He only had the one picture, but Magnus knew it was him without a doubt.  He decided to quickly message him before serving their food to see if he would respond. 

   The red tint to the boy’s face when Magnus showed up at their table with food and a knowing smirk was absolutely priceless.  It was clear he had gotten his messages and he wasn’t opposed to be hit on by a member of the waitstaff.   He walked off and couldn’t resist ducking aside again to see if he had responded

I’m so sorry you have to put up with my father.  I told myself I would stop talking to him two years ago when I moved to Brooklyn but my sister begged me to come to dinner. 

 Magnus smiled and felt his heart ache at what this beautiful boy had to put up with from family.

You don’t have to apologize.  We don’t pick our family.  I’m so glad I met you in person.  Your pic is nice, but doesn’t do the real thing any kind of justice. ;)

He didn’t have to wait long before his phone vibrated again.  He took another order and cleaned a few more tables before finding time to read the message.

I don’t know what kind of contacts you’re wearing, but they are severely altering your perception of reality.  

Magnus rolled his eyes  before replying.

Darling, a blind man could likely tell how gorgeous you are just by listening to your voice.  You have any hot plans tonight?

The night was flying by and while Magnus avoided that table a bit so he wouldn’t aggravate the father further, the blue eyes never left his mind. 

 “Well, today was completely horrible.” Raphael told him as the two of them sat at a table rolling silverware.  “I mean, all holidays are kind of awful but this is the worst.  Then again, the tips have been very kind.”

“If you survive the hell you get paid well,” Magnus agreed.  “Did I tell you I might just get a date out of today?”

“Seriously?” Raphael asked with a raised eyebrow.  “How did you find time to flirt?  I could barely find time to do my job, let alone anything extra.”

“It gets even better,” Magnus whispered with a smirk as he saw Alexander’s family going up front to pay.  The boy he had his eye on was nowhere to be seen just now.  “It’s their son.”

“The homophobic ass?” Raphael asked in shock as he twisted in his chair to see the family he was talking about.  “Are you serious?  That guy has a gay son?  That poor, poor kid.  Can you imagine what he’s gone through living with that?”

“You don’t want to imagine it.” They both whirled around to see Alexander Lightwood standing next to their table. Magnus had the grace to blush a bit at having him listen to them tear apart his father.  “Hi Magnus.”

“Alexander,” Magnus folded his arms on top of the table and leaned forwards.  “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Don’t decide it’s pleasant yet.” The younger man said softly as he pulled at his long sweater sleeves.  Magnus would normally scoff at people who couldn’t even follow the simple seasonal rules of fashion, but on this boy the sweater was more endearing than anything.  “I’m pretty sure my dad said something to your boss.  I might have gotten you in a lot of trouble.  I’m sorry.

”“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Magnus sighed and then grinned at his friend across the table.  “And it certainly won’t be the last.  So, are you here to take up my offer on fireworks?”

“I was hoping to.” Alec replied as he shuffled his feet.  Magnus threw the last bundle of silverware on his pile and stood.  

“Let me get my coat and we can get out of here.  Maybe we can even hold hands in front of your father.”  Magnus bit his tongue and hoped he hadn’t pressed his luck too far.

“Sounds like  a plan to me.” The smile Alec gave him was breathtaking and Magnus was truly excited to see where this was going to go.  

But why is Litleo almost four feet tall?

It’s more than half of Lysandre’s height, assuming the guy is 6-7 feet,

and only a a foot to a foot and a half shorter than Shauna.

that is a very large small-lion

Perhaps that is Litleo’s height when begging for treats:

Calum Hood Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Nah except some mild language.

Sorry for any mistakes, I assumed i would be able to write properly today, but I guess being sick is more of an inhibitor than I previously thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~II’ll Get Drunk Again 

‘You slowly unlocked the door and let yourself in to your best friends apartment. He was currently at the studio with his band and would be back later, but he told you that you could come over whenever you needed to. There was something about being at Calum’s apartment, rather than your own, when you were upset. Like something about the change in setting distracted you from whatever whirlwind of problems that followed you. It didn’t matter if you were there alone waiting for him to return or it was 10:30 at night, both of you slightly buzzed, dancing around his living room, the only lights coming from the city outside, you felt happy here. He was your rock through every situation and you relied on him more than you were proud of. You knew he was aware of how important he was to you, but you felt guilty for not being able to express it. You were never good with your feelings as much as you tried to be open. Before you moved away from home and started over, your life was just a series of disappointments and heartbreaks and after a certain point, guarding your emotions became second nature to you. Consequently you shied away from any and all emotional situations.Whenever things between you and Calum seemed to be going in a serious direction you would leave and avoid contact for a few days, and when you came back you would use sarcastic remarks and laugh it off in order to avoid talking about it. Of course you had feelings for Calum, one’s that definitely put you between a rock and a hard place whenever you went out with him and his band mates. He was extremely attractive so obviously every girl at the club would be all over him. You would give him a half-hearted smile and a thumbs up whenever you made eye contact, but on the inside you were crumbling in ways that only being with him could fully fix.

Today though it wasn’t Calum that crushed your heart, it was Colin, your now ex-boyfriend. You had met him when you were out with the guys and he basically saved you from another night of watching Calum grind all up on some gorgeous girl, him stealing glances at you every once in a while, and you drowning your pain in a series of shitty tasting berry vodkas. Colin had made you smile that evening and the next day asked you out to coffee. You clicked with him, he never demanded you open up to him and yet you still felt like you had known him forever. After a few months you had began to feel comfortable around him and one night after a few drinks, you shared enough emotional baggage with him for several years. And apparently it as too much. He did exactly what you were afraid of and he bailed. And to make it worse, Calum had warned you that he would. He had told you that no guy who was so ok with you being so emotionally closed would be able to handle you for who you were then. You had laughed off how much it hurt then, but now you realized he had meant it for you best interest.

So now here you were, again, flopped on Calum’s couch, overnight bag at your feet, waiting for him to get home. You had dozed off for about 45 minutes when the door slammed shut, causing you to wake up with a start.

“Jeez, Cal. Are you trying to let everyone in the entire apartment building know you’re home?’ You said with a giggle.

"Shit, sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know you were here…. What are you doing here by the way?”

“Glad to see I am so welcomed,” you laughed, “but actually I am here because, as hard as it is for me to say it, you were right.” You let out a sigh trying to act disappointing.

“You know I love hearing those words.” He said flopping down next to you on the couch, where you were now sitting cross-legged.

“He left me…. And through a note that he left on my counter.” Calum just looked at you saying nothing, urging you to keep going.

“He is a true cover-child for class.” You deadpanned, indicating that you were not going to be opening up anytime soon.

“Well, (Y/N), why don’t you stay here for the night,” He smiled at you, rubbing your thigh and sending a shock throughout your entire body.

“I thought you’d never ask." 

"You’re always welcome here,” he said seeming a little distant,“ But I am kinda tired tonight so I think I am just gonna eat and then head to bed, ok?” You nodded, slightly confused by his current attitude. He normally would have called up the guys immediately and decided to take you out. 'Maybe he really is tired’, you thought blowing it off.

It was currently 11 at night at and you were still awake. You and Calum had said your goodnight’s several hours ago, but you couldn’t quiet your mind enough to fall asleep. Finally you decided exactly what you needed, a distraction. You got up as silently as you could and went to your bag, taking out the skin-tight black dress you had assumed you would be using because Calum would take you out tonight, but seeing as you could now hear his snores from the room next door, you were fairly sure that wouldn’t be happening. After changing and putting on enough makeup to look presentable, you stuffed you hair in to a ponytail and grabbed your heels, tiptoeing as stealthily as you could from your room to the door. You slipped out of the apartment and checked for the spare key before heading downstairs and hailing a cab. You already had a game plan for this evening, get as drunk as possible as quick as possible and then hook up with someone who could at least get your mind off Colin for the night. After 20 minutes you had downed enough alcohol to feel  more than buzzed and had found this evening’s victim. A tall brown haired guy had been eyeing you from across the club, and you couldn’t lie, he was definitely your type. Tattooed, well-dressed and giving you sex eyes that were intense enough to probably get you in the bathroom in under 5 minutes if he wanted to. You slowly slipped off the bar stool that you were sitting on and made your way over to him. You tried to push you way through to him, but the alcohol had hit you like a wall all of a sudden and you gave up trying to maneuver your way through all the sweaty bodies and just let yourself be carried and shoved by the rhythm of people’s bodies around you. The music as blasting unusually loud and you had suddenly become very aware of how painful your shoes were and how close you were to passing out. You once again took to action, trying to shove your way through people when you felt a cooling grasp on your wrist, it was the guy you had seen earlier. He leaned down and whispered something in your ear that was inaudible over the music, before pulling you out of the crowd and toward the door. As you exited the club you felt the cool air against your skin. The guy lead you to the curb and helped you to sit down. You didn’t know what was going on, but you knew what you wanted so you scooted yourself closer to him, placing your hand on his upper thigh and started placing kisses up his neck. he placed a hand on your shoulder pushing you away from him and looking you in the eye. You whined, not understanding why he was doing this. 

“I’m Brian,”  he said trying to make conversation.

“(Y/N),” you responded, leaning back in to try and kiss him.

“Um, sweetie,” he said shifting out of your grasp,“I’m gay”

“You’re what? But I….” You were too drunk to feel embarrassed, but were definitely aware that you had enough alcohol in your system to think a dog was giving you sex eyes and knew you had misconstrued the entire situation.

“I amsosorry,” you slurred.

“It’s fine, but I saw you downing most of a bottle of vodka and I was kind of worried when I saw you about to pass out on the dance floor. Do you have someone to call?” You nodded reaching in to your clutch and grabbing your phone. You saw that you had 38 missed calls and about 50 texts from Calum, all different variations of “Where the hell are you?!?!” You called him and he picked up immediately.

“(Y/N) WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!?!?” He screamed.

“Don’t even worry,” you giggled,“I’m with Brian.”

“YOURE WITH WHO?!? (Y/N) tell me where you are, I am picki-…” You handed the phone to Brian, your head suddenly hurting and your stomach churning like you were on a boat. You heard Brian give him the address of the bar and within 5 minutes Calum was there helping you in to the front seat of his car. You had immediately broken in to a smile when you saw him, standing up to give him a hug, but collapsing in his arms with a giggle. You waved goodbye to Brian like a little child, before Calum shut the car door. The ride home was quick and the majority of it you spent singing along to the radio at the top of your lungs, Calum laughing at your drunken confidence. When you had arrived back at his apartment you had gotten your second wind, suddenly ready to do about 1,000 things at once. You made your way over to the living room, but stumbling on your way there, falling in to Calum’s arms.

“Woah, there cutie pie, we should get you to bed.”

“But I don’t wanna go to bed,” you whined, turning around to face him. “I wanna dance Calum, come dance with me,” you tried pulling him, but he didn’t budge. He picked you up bridal style, causing you to laugh.

“We can dance in the morning if you still want, I promise,” he said, caring you to his room. 

“This isn’t my room,” you stated bluntly.

“I know, (Y/N), this is my room, but I want to be able to make sure you are ok tonight. Besides, your room doesn’t have a bathroom and knowing you, you’re going to need quick access to one very soon.”

“What does that me-” You gagged. Calum was quick to rush to your aid, leading you to the bathroom and pulling back your hair when you threw up. Your throat was burning and your eyes watered as your body convulsed. When you were finally done, Calum helped you up and lead you to the sink, pulling out one of a few spare toothbrushes that you noted under his sink. After washing the putrid taste of vomit out of your mouth you turned to look at Calum.

“Why do you have so many toothbru- toothbrushes,” you stuttered, “s it for all the girls you take home from the club instead of me?” Calum stared at you, like a deer in headlights. 

“It hurts me ya know. Seeing all- al- all the girls you take home that you just met, when you have known me for like a gazillion years and you don’t even look at me.” You stated, the alcohol very clearly still present in your system.

“I- No, but- I always wanted” He stuttered.

“But it’s ok Calum. I still love you, and your little cheeks and your big brown eyes,” You said walking over to him. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “And your hair and your sense of humor and how much you care, and your tattoos,” You said, tracing the tattoo on his collarbone that was peaking out from under his singlet. Suddenly he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle and blush. 

“You need some rest,” he said, causing our stomach to drop. 

“Oh… yea.” You unwrapped yourself from his grasp and stumbled over to his bed, puling off your dress on the way over and almost losing your balance. Catching yourself on the bed, you pulled back the covers and crawled in. Calum rounded the bed and crawled in and faced you. You stuck your tongue out at him and flipped over.

“Are you mad at me?” He laughed.

“No…Yes…. I told you I liked you and you didn’t say anything. My heart hurts.” You whimpered, a tear slipping down your cheek and on to the pillow. Silence. You felt a strong arm wrap around you and pull you in. You felt Calum’s warm chest against your bare skin, realizing he had taken off his top.

“I love you more than anyone, (Y/N), but I want to tell you are sober enough to remember.” He as rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb, the feeling lulling you to sleep. You wanted to respond, but your eyelids were drooping and your mind too fuzzy to respond. Soon your were fast asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you woke up around 11. Your head was killing you and the bed around you was cold and empty. You slowly sat up slipping your feet out of the covers and placing them on the floor. You stood up and walked toward the door. You grabbed Calum’s flannel from the door handled and put it on, trying to cover yourself up enough in case the boys were over. You opened the door and listened, but the only sound you heard was the murmur off the dryer. You walked toward the kitchen, smelling the coffee and realizing how hungry and oddly enough, hungover you were. As you padded in to the kitchen you saw Calum at the dining table. 

“Good morning, sleepy head how ya feelin?”

“:Like absolute shit, you?? Ya know to be honest, I don’t remember us going out last night.” You said pulling a cup out  of the cupboard and pouring yourself a cup of coffee. You looked up to see Calum trying to hold in a,laugh.


“We didn’t go out last night… You did. And I had to pick you up.”

“Seriously?? What happened?!?" 

"Well you went out, got shitfaced, met Brian ,the gay man you apparently tried to sexual harass,” he laughed, “and then I picked you up and brought you home. And then…” he trailed off.

“And then what?” You said, a sickening feeling forming in the pit of your stomach.

“You told me how you felt. About me.” He stated bluntly, looking at you and waiting for your response. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach and your head hurt even more. How could you have been so stupid?? How could you have ruined everyth-

“And I told you that I felt the same way.” He smiled. “ But what I don’t understand is,if you felt that way about me, why did you date all of those guys, and run away whenever thing between us got even the slightest bit serous?”

“Calum…” you ran your hands over your face, trying to collect yourself. 'You have to tell him, he doesn’t deserve this.’ you thought. “Ok, here it is. I am an emotional wreck. I have never been able to open up to anyone and I have never found someone so willing to put up with me, and care so much about me. Whenever I do I just end up getting hurt so I figured that if I tried my hardest to keep things friendly between us, hence the sarcasm, then I wouldn’t have to lose you…” you trailed off. Calum got up, walking over to you. He pulled you in to his arms and kissed the top of your head. His hand pressed against your lower back. Your entire body was on fire. It wasn’t that you had never hugged before, but this was different. Now everything was on the line and his hug was the only way to hold on to him. You brought your arms up to his neck, and looked him in the eye. 

“Y/N, I love you more than anything. I went out with those girls because I was trying to forget about how you made me feel. All this time I figured you only wanted to be friends and when we would go out it took all I had to keep my hands off of you. Every inch of you is perfection. I tried to drown out memories of you with different girls because I figured that you didn’t feel the same and that whenever things got serious you ran because it wasn’t what you wanted. And I am so sorry for being a dick last night, I should have been there to hold you and cuddle you and watch movies with you and make you feel better, to have 10 'o clock drunken dance parties and watch stupid romcoms with you. But I just couldn’t bare to watch you hurt again and try to pretend like you weren’t. To know that I could have protected you from it…” You reached up and kissed him. Something you had wanted to do since you first met him.The kiss was soft and tender as your lips moved in sync and your ran your hands through his hair. He pushed you back against the counter, the cold surface hitting your legs and causing you to giggle and break away from the kiss. He you looked up at his smiling face as he reached his hand up to cup your cheek. His thumb rubbed small circles on your jawline. You felt yourself blush as you broke eye contact from his adoring stare. All of a sudden he lifted you up, placing you on the counter and placing his hands on your thighs. 

“God, I love that laugh.” He kissed you once again before taking a step back and admiring you in all of your hungover glory. “I think we could both could use my special "Hangover Breakfast. Whatdya’ say?”

“That sounds amazing. Maybe you could cook it like that.” You said nodding toward his bare chest.

“I think that can be arranged, but maybe you could help?” he smirked.You hopped off the counter and walked over to wear he was, placing the pancake mix in a bowl. You dipped your fingers in to the powder and flicked it at him. “I think that can be arranged.” You laughed as he grabbed a handful of mix and clapped it over your head, grabbing you and wrapping his arms around you. Spinning you around, both covered in pancake mix he looked you in the eye placing a chaste kiss on your lips and then licking the powder off his own, as a smirk crept over his face “Or maybe I could just eat you for breakfast.” he whispered in your ear, “maybe that will take your mind off the hangover.” He grabbed your wrist pulling you back to his room, forgetting all about breakfast.