imagines shit (Sebastian's version)

N.F || tall girl

Y/n is insecure about her height (5'8 is you must know) but nick helps her (nick is her boyfriend)

Like is said in the last imagine, I am making y/n different is each imagine, one where she's short, one where she's tall, one where's she's big and one where she's tiny. It's just to show that everyone are beautiful. (Oh and of course races and stuff as well. But I am not the best when it comes to that, so forgive me)

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Y/n's pov first person:

Wow, being tall. I love it. Sarcasm.

Being tall in an organisation full of assassins and soldiers and agents and spies is just weird. All the girls here are short, tiny, cute and I'm just... tall, average size, and I'm not cute when I'm wearing a hoodie.

I have no idea how Nick loves me. He has soo many other choices here. I think he's just being nice, and is going to dump me in a few months.

Maybe it was a dare.

Nick is 6 feet tall. I am 5'8 feet tall. No much of a difference. We were just co-workers before dating. I remember seeing him, holding his ex's tiny hands.

All his girlfriends were short. 5' feet, 5'1. I have no idea what he sees in me, cause it's obvious that he has a type.

And it's not me.

I look in the mirror, and than the door. The door is 5'7 feet, so that means that I have to bend a little to move. It's no fun. I decide to sit on the floor, and check something on goggle.

How to get shorter when you're 27

Knock. Knock. "Babe you're here?" Nick's voice comes. "Uhh yeah, why?" I try to sound like I didn't just cry the shit out of my life.

"Are you crying?" Apparently I'm not good at hiding my cries. Genes I guess.

"I just- I just got something in my eye" wow, best excuse ever. He doesn't answer. He left? Oh thank god I don't think that I-

He breaks the door.

The fuck? Oh shit he sees me crying now. I put my hand on my eye. Yeah that 100% didn't work.

"I can see you cry" he kneels beside me. "It's just allergies" my voice cracks. Oh wow how fun. Voice cracking. What am I 11?

He just hugs me. Wow that new. He doesn't hug me see often. He's not that affectionate. But now... wow.

"I'm sorry" he buries his head in my neck. I hug him back. He pulls away. Did you realise that you can have someone better, and fuck them and not me?

"I saw your phone" how didn't I think to hide it? I'm a fucking spy and I didn't think about hiding my phone. I should be fired.

"I saw that you looked how to be shorter" he says. Tears? Really? I can't even keep my tears in.

"I'm sorry" I say. "Don't be. You are perfect. Do you really think that I like bend all my life down to kiss someone? I like that you're almost my height. I love that about you" he kisses my forehead.

"And I love how you dress. And I love how you talk. And I love how you're not scared to watch any horror film, and hold me when I'm scared" he starts to kiss my neck.

You know what? Screw these motherfuckers who think I'm ugly. The love of my life thinks I'm beautiful. So I am beautiful.

"Can I show you how much I love you" he keeps kissing me neck. "How?"

"Like this" he flips me over and I think your know what happened next.

Let's just say that I got how much he loves me. I got it really good.