#call me a cupcake whatever but i do believe all of this

[evermoredeluxe]

people treat lover as a decline in taylor’s career and i somewhat (begrudgingly) agree because i feel like people wanted her to not be as successful and instead of becoming bigger and having even more power and being a legend, they wanted to still compare her to other popstars (which they still do btw) and not have legendary success. so yes i agree and i also agree that folklore showed the public a different facet of her (and was deeply a quill and fountain pen album - which the fans had a preview of but the public didn’t so it was entirely new to them) and regained interest in her. and as a lover fan, i don’t like how mistreated it is, but im literally so glad that post-folklore she’s treated as an equal by legends and everything in her career is unprecedented.

on the topic of lover (which is arguably her most polarizing album), even that album is in the top 10 of the bb200 4 years after its release. people joke about taylor having multiple eras at once - midnights, lover, folklore, speak now tv - but it’s insane that one artist is able to accumulate so much interest in different albums of theirs (even if they are over a decade old).

there is no specific point to this post except that im amazed by how she’s taken a shitbag (pandemic and the toxic part of music industry and how the public treats “old” artists) and turned it into a legendary career. and she is sososo young - 34 is nothing - which is one of the reasons she is still compared to other people in the industry (not a bad thing but her career is quite literally incomparable) and usually isn’t granted the respect she deserves (yes i believe that). it’s insane that she is almost 2 decades into her career and surpassing current new acts. im just proud of her so yeah here is this post.

[cherriesformatt]

game day || matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: it's a game day and matt bought matching outfits for you to wear

warnings: fluff, a little bit of a dirty talk,

word count: 1,061

a/n: hi! I'm alive. I hope you will like this one. Matt in green is just jiqwehuherfuer. REQUESTS ARE OPEN didn't proof read yet

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"Literally its just me, you and Chris here, it does not need to look good baby" Matt said after I was changing placement of the strawberries on my board.

"That's why I hope Nick is going to actually join us because he is the only one who appreciate my snack boards" I looked at him while opening cupcakes.

"Hey... I love them do not listen to anything he says y/n!" Chris came from downstairs and intimately took one of the cupcakes.

I hit his hand gently and narrowed my eyes at him.

"Are you being for real now? Can I finish this at peace? Go put the tv on or do whatever or I am going to eat it alone" I looked at both of them.

'Yes, ma'am" Chris put his hands up for defense and took one last cupcake.

"I love love love you" He laughed and run to the couch before I could yelled at him.

"I feel like a mother of three in this house, I swear" I said and Matt just laughed.

"That would do it....considering how you like to call me daddy" He winked at me and I rolled my eyes but my cheeks went red.

"Go away Matthew" I said going back to working on my snacks.

"Just give me one raspberry and a kiss and I am gone" He came closer to me and wrapped his arms around me.

" I hate you" I said and picked up one of the berries and raised it to his lips.

"You love me..." He smiled, ate the berry and kissed my cheek before he went to his room.

"I am actually going to throw up because of you two" Chris said from the couch with grimace on his face.

"You should actually find a girlfriend so I can have a best friend to talk shit about you and Matt" I said finishing up.

"Thats why it is not going to happen...One of you here is enough and it’s not like you’re already talk shit about us with Nick" He joked.

I took my phone out to take pictures of the board. I tried different angles so it would look good.

"See how this is not fair because is three of you here and I need to handle that all by myself" I laughed and brought the board to the coffee table when I was done with pictures.

" Aw it looks so cute y/n! I would say I do not even care if Celtics will win anymore but that would be a lie" He said.

"Thanks Chris. Grab some drinks? I am going to change, Matt is making me wear green." I laughed and went to Matt's room.

Matt was on his bed doing something on his phone.

"Okay... I am done and I can wear whatever you said you have for me" I said closing the doors behind me.

"Yey... so I bought you shorts so you could match my jersey" He said and took out the nike shorts from the bag that was sitting on his desk. He was so exited about it that it put smile on my face.

That made me want to scream and shout. I can't believe that boy is mine. He was the cutest. He was already wearing the jersey with number 9. He looked so good in green and his hair was super fluffy today. I could eat him here and there.

"Matt you are unreal, I love you, did you know that? Thank you" I took the shorts from him.

"I love you too, sweet girl" He smiled at me.

I smiled back and took my black sweatpants and matching hoodie off. I had white top and black lacy panties on.

"I might want you to actually stay in this...." Matt said and sat back down on his bed looking at me.

"Yes... I don't know, you always rip them of me and then I am waiting for my favorite time of the year when Victoria does 10 pairs for 35 bucks" I winked at him and slid the shorts on.

They were a little too big for me but that was good. I loved the cute little clover on the front.

"I love this team only for the colors and the clover" I said and walked to my boyfriend.

"Mhm... I think I start to love them for that too" He smiled up at me and pulled me even closer between his legs.

He kissed my skin just over the waistband and I smiled how my body right away reacted with a goosebump. I ran my hand through his hair.

"Come here..." He pulled me down a little so I straddle him.

"Matt the game is starting soon and I am pretty sure that Chris already ate half of the snacks..." I started but he kissed my neck gently.

"Shh...." He said and I bite my bottom lip slightly tilting my neck.

"You just smell and look so good baby" He said and gave my neck one more kiss before connecting our lips together. I scratched back of his neck before I put one of my hands on his cheek while the other wondered up to his hair while we make out for what it seemed like forever. I was lost in his touch when Chris yelled at us that hame is about to start.

"Ugh...fine" Matt laughed and moved away a little.

"You look hotter than me in this jersey Matt..." I said fixing his hair a little.

" See we are just made for each other" He patted my bum so I stood up from him and fixed my own hair as well.

Chris yelled one more time adding that he is going to eat all of the snacks.

"Honestly I would rather eat something else right now"m…” Matt smiled at me when I opened the doors.

"Same man... but well… we promised Chris a dudes weekend" I laughed and walked out of the room.

"See thats why I hate living with them sometimes...." He said walking behind me.

We joined Chris in the living room to watch the game. I posted some phots of my board and the fit on my account as we enjoyed the winning of the team.

[yxngbxkkie]

telling the boys you're pregnant (l.k)

okay! so, people have asked for a part two of mornings with minho ✨️ and i finally figured out how it should go! it's short, but i do hope you guys like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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“Bunny?” You call out Minho's pet name after walking into the apartment. Your free hand shifts through the shopping bag you have, excited to show your husband what you bought. “Are you home??”

You can hear the bells on your cat's collars, the three of them trotting towards you. Doongie meows before rubbing his head against your leg. You giggle and set the bag onto the table, crouching down to pet your fur babies.

“Did you call me, jagiya?” Minho's voice snaps you from petting the cats.

“Yeah, hi, bunny,” you greet him as he walks over to where you're crouched.

He smiles down at you and helps you back up. “Hi, baby,” he giggles, pressing a loving kiss on your lips. Minho notices the bag on the table, reaching a hand out towards it. “What's this?”

A squeal leaves your lips, and you pull away from him, moving to show him what you've bought. “I got some things for the boys! For when we tell them about the baby,” you tell him excitedly, emptying the bag.

“I got each one a cupcake. I got you one, too. That way, there's an even amount of each color,” you start to explain, neatly placing the desserts on the table. Minho nods his head while watching you, a smile adorning his lips. “And then, I printed out seven copies of the sonogram. That'll go beside the cupcake.”

Minho grabs the photos from you, neatly placing them beside the seven cupcakes. “I still can't believe that's ours,” he whispers, moving to land a kiss on your cheek.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you nod in agreement, resting a hand on your stomach. “I know. I hope they look just like you, bunny,” you grin ear to ear, stroking your husband's cheek.

“Psh, I hope they look like you,” Minho giggles and gently kisses your forehead.

You kiss his lips quickly before going through the bag again. “I've got one more thing. I found the cutest cards to give to them. I had them made the other day,” you pull out one of them, handing it to Minho.

He takes it from you and reads what you had printed on it. “I know you won't meet me for another 7 months. Dad tells me a lot about you guys, and I can't wait to meet you. 🩷”

“This is adorable, jagiya. They won't know what hit them,” he chuckles, gently ruffling your hair.

You set everything up perfectly on the table, knowing that the boys will be here soon. “I'm nervous,” you giggle while fiddling with your fingers.

Minho tucks your hair behind your ears, and he shakes his head. “How come? You know the boys, they'll be so excited,” he reassures you and rubs your arm.

“I know, I know.”

He kisses you a few times, resting his hands on the nape of your neck. “I love you, honey. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Minho,” you whisper against his lips.

Before your husband has the chance to deepen the kiss, multiple knocks echo off of the front door.

“What perfect timing they have,” Minho groans, pulling away from you. You giggle, patting his chest before walking over to the door.

You open the door, and the rest of Minho's members stand on the other side. Chan greets you first, pulling you into a quick hug. A giggle leaves your lips as you hug each one on their way in.

“Thanks for coming,” Minho smiles as they take their seats at the table. You slide each gift in front of the boys, watching their eyes shift between you and the items. “Y/N and I have something to announce.”

“We've been waiting for weeks to tell you all,” you say with a smile, standing beside Minho.

Hyunjin's brows furrow as he opens the card first, reading the words you put. “Wait, dad?” He questions, lifting his head to look at you both.

Chan's eyes widen, and he quickly leans towards Hyunjin, reading the card. Jisung releases a gasp, dropping whatever was in his hands.

“You're pregnant?!” Jisung squeals, showing the other boys your sonogram.

Tears pool in your eyes as the chatter between them and Minho grows louder. Felix stands up from his chair, quickly rushing towards you to hug you again.

“Congratulations!” He tells you, rubbing your back gently.

“Thank you,” you smile, feeling a couple of tears slip from your eyes.

Each member gets up and hugs both of you, even though Minho hates receiving hugs from them. You giggle as Chan wraps his arms around your husband's chest, hugging him from behind.

“I can't believe Minho’s going to be a dad,” Seungmin mentions, glancing towards Jeongin.

“I know!” Jeongin exclaims.

Minho walks back over to you, draping his arm over your shoulder. “Well, believe it! In seven months, you all will be uncles!” He says before kissing the top of your head.

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tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[1d1195]

Ding - Round 7

Read Ding here | ~4.6k words

Warnings: punching, fighting, fixing my cliff hanger from the previous part.

From me: This is the last part, but I tried to keep the ending open a bit so I could come back if you want 💕 thanks for reading this one. Hope you liked it!

Summary: Harry isn't the only one fighting the night of the biggest match of his career.

Three minutes.

Each round was three minutes.

She thought over the last few months of watching Harry train had engraved a three-minute timer into her internal clock. Like her mind was able to simultaneously count out 180 seconds and continue working on whatever project she was tasked with at the time.

The crowd was so loud—just several feet behind a door. She thought about her phone. The one she left with Niall so it wouldn’t get lost while she tried to get towels, food, and use the restroom. Alongside Harry’s phone. Part of her believed even if she could have used it, Niall wouldn’t have heard it anyway. She straightened her back, standing taller and preparing herself. She pulled against his grip on her arm. Her heart was pounding but she felt it in her bones.

She could do this. She had to do this.

She heard Harry’s voice teaching her all the self-defense moves she had practiced for months in the back of her head. She thought about the classes, the training in her living room.

The goal isn’t to win. S’not a boxing match. Want t’minimize you getting hurt. Your only goal is t’get away safely. If y’get away, you’re gonna come find me, Cupcake. M’not gonna let anything happen t’you.

“What’s your problem?” She snapped.

“You told other girls about me?”

“No, I warned them.” He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her.

“You’re a bitch.” She tried to keep the nerves from getting to her.

She could run out the back door and try her best to get to the front again. Harry would understand. It would be better than being the sitting duck she was now. There was the whole no phone thing but at least the security guard would recognize her. He would keep an eye on her. No way he’d be willing to face the wrath of Harry for not doing so.

She pulled on her arm again trying to loosen his grip. She thought about the shower she took after their date. If it could really be called a date. Despite everything happening in the moment she had the intense desire to look up the definition of date because that could nothave been a date. A date had to have some sort of mutual feeling of companionship or amicable emotion. The way his body felt on hers made her skin crawl.

She didn’t want it then and she didn’t want it now.

“Let go,” she ordered.

“You’re—”

“I said let go,” she pulled hard, dragging both of them further back into the room but closer to the backdoor.

“Stop—”

“Let go, or you’ll regret it.”

He chuckled; it sounded sarcastic. Disbelief evident in his tone—even his short laughter. “What are you going to do?” He taunted. Honestly, part of her wanted to know the same thing. What was his plan? Attack her alone in the back of this place? It was obvious. Niall would come looking for her sooner or later. Someone would come back here because they needed towels. It was a matter of when not if. All she needed to do was hold him off.

Fortunately, she had been given all the lessons on how to do just that.

“Let go,” she repeated, feeling stronger than that awful night and more so than she had in the months since. “Harry—”

“Your boyfriend is busy.”

With a deep breath, she realized she had lost count of the seconds. Was the round over? She didn’t know. But she knew Harry was safe. Harry would never fuck around with consent. He said so himself. Harry was going to rip Jack’s arm off. Hell, Harry would rip his own arm off if she asked him to.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Clenched her jaw and yanked on her wrist in his hand again. “If you don’t let go, he’s going to see. Then you’ll wish you never touched me,” she vowed.

He smiled darkly. “He’s not going to see,” he promised.

Despite how much stronger she felt than the day she met him, she was still scared. Her stomach twisted; nausea ensued. There was a genuine fear growing inside her that felt very similar to how it felt right before she thought was going to throw up. The feeling rose to her throat, and it took all her control to swallow it back down. She inhaled deeply through her nose and brought all the steps and moves Harry had taught her in the self-defense classes to the forefront of her mind.

Jack was bigger, stronger, and way more terrifying than she was.

But she was determinedto get away.

“Let. Go.” She ground her teeth together tugging on her arm that she knew was going to bruise.

“Just—”

“I’m going to scream,” she could see the irritation on his face as she continued to interrupt him.

“Don’t you dare you stupid, little—”

She was glad her dominant hand was free and used it smashed her palm into his nose so hard she felt a crunch and was immediately met with a stream of blood. It poured immediately on her hand, and she should have been more grossed out but before she could think about it for long, she bolted back for the main room.

He groaned loudly but chased after her. He reached her at the door, grabbed her arm, and flung her back to the ground. She yelped as her body landed with a thud. Her head hit the ground making her wince involuntarily. She could hear people cheering. No one would hear her if she screamed. He knew that.

Harry wouldn’t get to her.

The mere thought terrified her.

She kicked. Making minimal contact with some part of him but did leave him incapacitated for just a moment—a moment she needed. He cursed lowly under his breath. Her mind was working at the same slow pace she crawled and clawed at the ground, blood dripping on her shirt from his nose as he stood over her clutching his groin. Harry told her the most vulnerable position she could be was defending herself on her back. She was mortified. Her adrenaline screamed through her veins.

The announcer was calling something about Harry and the match. There’s a ding, ding, ding signaling the end of the round or the beginning of the next. She didn’t know anymore. All she knew was she wanted to be in there. She wanted Harry to see her. She was certain he would stop in the middle of a round for her.

“You broke my nose,” He snarled.

It took every ounce of her self-restraint to keep her mouth from saying good with a smug smile. Her heart was in her throat. Clawing uselessly at the floor knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere at that rate. She kicked again, trying to remember the training and the moves Harry made her practice in her apartment. Her instinct was taking over and arguably making it worse for her just as Harry had warned.

The air suddenly felt so thin. It was difficult for her to keep breathing steady—scared and anxious out of her mind. She could see little black dots in her vision with anxiety taking over. The roar of the crowd made everything she needed to do impossible to focus on.

But the little voice in her head had a nearly melodic British accent now. Slow, steady. Encouraging.

It screamed at her to get up and keep going.

She slammed her foot into his leg, just at his knee, knocking him off balance. He landed just as hard as she did. She knew he was going to get up quick, so she needed to be quicker. She leapt from the floor and burst through the double doors. She sprinted toward the ring. He was hot on her heels she could feel it, but she didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. Not when security shouted at her and not when the attention of people watching finally got them yelling for her.

She told Harry earlier that day she wasn’t lucky. But at that moment she was. Perhaps the luckiest person ever. She felt it in her bones, and she planned to thank every divine spirit in the universe when she reflected on it later. There was the briefest moment in every round right after the bell rang where there was the slightest down pitch in volume as the cheering stopped and people waited to see who would make the first move in the ring.

That moment happened the second she was close enough for her voice to carry the final distance to Harry. “Harry!” Her voice was cracked and broken but she knewhe heard it just because of the volume of her shriek. She believed everyone in the arena heard it.

She wasn’t quiet about it; just like Harry (and Louis) taught her. Her voice was so loud even the referee looked over and watched as the man chasing her grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back to the floor. Her head hit hard against the hardwood. Stars reappeared in her vision, and she wondered if this was what a concussion felt like. For a moment she was stunned. Forgot that she was supposed to be fighting for her safety. Defending herself. The seconds ticked by so slowly, she wondered if she was going to pass out. There was a deafening quiet, muffled shouting; like a scene in a movie where the hero is aware of her surroundings but can’t quite get a grasp on it.

It was weird it was happening to her in real time, and she blinked rapidly trying to get her vision to focus and her hearing to return. But she was able to register in her confused mind that she was in the main arena. Because even if Harry didn’t hear her, she knew that everyone saw him take her down to the floor.

That was the goal. To get away and find a crowd.

She did it.

“You stupid, fucking bit—” the sound came roaring back so loudly it felt like he was shouting right in her ear. But he was standing above her again still dripping blood on her clothing. His face was in her vision for half a second. But that was all he got. Half a second. It wasn’t an exaggeration. Her heart was flying so fast, so she knewhis smug expression was hardly in her scattered vision for a mere fraction of a second. Not even one whole beat thudded against her ribcage and then he was gone.

Once more someone was standing over her, but unlike moments before, she felt so utterly safe.

Harry was there. Like some Greek god scorned. She almost felt bad for Jack. Because the thought of being on the receiving end of the look she could only imagine Harry was giving made her shiver. Half-naked, his black shorts, his black gloves hung at his hips, and she could tell his hands were balled into tight fists inside his gloves. She could see the rise and fall of his shoulders even at her angle. The heaving breaths he was taking.

Briefly, he turned his neck, to look at her over his shoulder. His eyes were furious and wild. There was a cut on his eyebrow again—probably the same one that kept reopening without the proper time to heal. She could see the redness on his ribcage starting where she knew he’d be bruised like a peach in the morning. His jaw was sharp, teeth gnashed together, lip curled in a terrifying snarl.

He turned back to him, on the ground, holding his face with blood still pouring from his nose. “You goddamn piece of fucking shit,” he growled.

The adrenaline in her veins stopped working overtime. With Harry standing over her, his feet shoulder width apart straddled on either side of her legs she felt herself relax. He was ready to fight—of course he was. He was in the ring only moments ago. His stance was itching to punch someone. He had that look in his eye that he had in the first round. But now it could have been the fifth or six round that she had interrupted. She didn’t know because she wasn’t there to see and lost track of counting the seconds. “What did you do to her?” He snarled.

Reason began to return to her mind. Harry was going to kill him—which would really put a damper on their night if he went to jail or something. “Harry,” her voice broke hoping that maybe he’d just let it go. She was safe now.

But she also knew it was well past the point of return for her boyfriend. Someone hurt her. He saw it.

Harry wouldn’t take it lightly. Couldn’t. He promised her dad. He promised her.

“Harry,” Louis hissed sensing the same thing that she did.

“Oh shit,” Niall hurried to her. “Are you alright, Cupcake?” he cooed gently and tugged her from beneath the arms and out from under Harry’s threatening stance. Niall held her the way she wanted Harry to hold her. His hands were on her cheeks, assessing her quickly, searching for a signal that she was okay. “Is this you?” He asked, looking at the blood all over her shirt as he searched for the injury that caused it.

Harry was still heaving, waiting for his opportunity. Her voice was dead in her throat trying to answer Niall but the only word that would leave her mouth was Harry’s name. It made him even angrier; terrified and hurt that she was possibly hurt. So hurt she couldn’t respond to Niall’s question—a question that Harry wanted her to answer just as badly.

“She broke my fucking nose,” he growled, eyes intent on her even though he nearly had to peer around Harry to look at her.

The whole arena froze.

She couldn’t see Harry’s face any longer, but she could sense a pleased smile was on his lips. Niall glanced away from checking her over as the smile passed over his lips as well. Hiding how happy he was that the blood was not hers. Louis, despite how pissed he was at Harry, couldn’t help the little smile that graced his face, either; proud that she used his lessons to help herself.

She swore everyone in that arena was smiling.

Harry turned back to her in Niall’s arms and winked at her. “That’s my girl,” he said proudly.

In spite of how scared she was, how sad she was, how much her head hurt… nothing but pride filled her body in that moment.

Then Harry lunged for him.

*

It took Niall, Louis, and Harry’s opponent from the ring to pull him away from pummeling him beyond recognition. Niall had nearly dropped her after he lunged. Grabbing his arms before he could do more damage than two punches. Louis suffered at least one punch to the face himself which she was sure was going to be returned in kind during Harry’s next training session. It would probably do Louis wonders to just punch Harry once and for all.

But naturally, it was her that stopped him. Her head ached and she wanted to lie down but she stood anyway. As Harry fought tooth and nail to be released from the hold of his friends and opponent, she stepped in front of him catching his murderous gaze. “Harry please,” she pleaded her eyes watery with all kinds of emotions coursing through her. She was wobbly on her feet, and she felt a little nauseous fearing her head injury was worse than she thought without all the adrenaline flowing through her. She put a hand on her head and winced in pain while trying to keep herself from swaying in front of him.

There were police and security guards and all kinds of shouting. But Harry finally saw her, his breath was shallow, his opponent from the ring was standing in front of him as well; a gloved hand pressed to his chest while Niall and Louis held each arm forcing him back. But it was her voice, her tear-filled eyes, that made him stop. His breathing started to slow. He swallowed hard, glaring at the opponent he wanted more than the one that was in the ring only a few moments earlier.

He gave Louis and Niall a shove. “M’alright,” he snapped and pushed his opponent out of the way. Within two seconds she was in his arms. Feet floating off the ground and he swore he never heard the crowd cheer for him the way they did then.

Harry didn’t even revel in it. He loved boxing. It was cathartic for him. Competitively, he was good at it. But he wanted nothing more than to not be in that arena and never come back. Her body was warm against his skin. He was cool with sweat. “Let’s go, Cupcake,” he murmured in her ear and started back for the locker room.

*

Harry was disqualified from his match. A single “1” in his loss column that upset her more than it did him. He was icing her hand and arm where his fingerprints left bruises. He kept rubbing her shoulders, her temples, and any of her muscles that ached in her back without the hormones that dulled her senses during her own fight. The intensity of it all, all that adrenaline subsided and made her body crash. All her muscles ached with the notion something happened.

And she stopped it.

Harry, despite everything, could not stop smiling as if she had boxed her own match and won. “I’m so proud of you, Cupcake,” he murmured and kissed the back of her achy head. It was sore from where it hit the floor (twice—once harder than the other). Louis deduced she did have a concussion; so, Harry was doting on her as if his life depended on it. Now that they were home in his apartment, he was much calmer—surprisingly. Granted, inside his home was safe. She imagined anywhere in public he was going to turn into a bit of a crazy person when it came to her safety. Honestly, she couldn’t wait to see him in action. She didn’t want him to act insane, but the worry was nice in his own way. (Plus, she was pretty certain she could get him to relax with the promise of kisses.) “When you’re able to, I want to know everything.”

“I don’t like punching,” she told him wrinkling her nose even though he couldn’t see her. He chuckled.

“I know, kitten.” He shifted her in his lap so she was propped against the armrest of his sofa, her legs strewn across his thighs. Now he could see her face. His smile was lazy, adorable, boyish once more. Hard to believe someone so cute could be terrifying when needed.

“I broke his nose,” she reminded him quietly.

“I know, Cupcake,” he answered tiredly. His own body was sore, his mind exhausted. She could see him practically snoring while talking his eyes turning to slits as he tilled his head against the back of the couch. One arm draped over the front of her body protectively. His other hand pulled at her hair gently as possible, massaging her scalp where he knew that horrible, moronic man yanked it hardest when she was running from him. “M’so proud of you,” he murmured.

Her cheeks turned pink under his praise, but she remained silent for a moment. “I’m sorry you were disqualified,” her frown was deep.

“Kitten,” he tutted opening his eyes at the same time, a renewed sense of energy had him looking at her with such disapproval. He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Nothing’s important as you,” he promised, a frown touching his lips.

“But you were undefeated, it bothers me.”

“I know,” he closed his eyes again—maybe the smallest part of him feeling bad for himself. “But it doesn’t bother me, Cupcake. I’d rather lose m’undefeated record for this than ever let something happen t’you. Rather have a losing record. Far as m’concerned, m’still undefeated. Honestly, y’should see the other guy,” he smirked ruefully. She watched his gentle breathing, felt the soft pull of her hair on the back of her head, and she bit the inside of her cheek.

“I wish I could’ve—”

“Uh-uh, Cupcake,” he interrupted, his voice quietly on the edge of sleep. His mind reeled with the thoughts from the locker room.

Harry paced, still angry beyond belief. He settled her on the bench that he usually sat on after a fight. His doctor and Louis looked her over. “She hit her head hard on the ground,” Louis murmured looming over the doctor’s shoulder as he examined her eyes. Harry punched the locker nearby creating a dent the size of his glove. She flinched at the sound as he paced. The doctor didn’t move.

“Twice,” she offered weakly.

Twice? He growled low in his throat. Niall was right beside him in case he tried to make a break for it and find him again. Niall planned on tripping Harry worst case scenario to keep him from leaving.

“Twice?” Louis repeated curiously. “Shit, babe,” he frowned. Harry punched the locker two more times, making her flinch again. “Harry, she’s already scared out of her mind,” he snapped angrily. Harry was still pacing. Niall paced alongside him, trying to keep him calm. Her eyes locked on Harry as he paced, and the doctor looked her over. She felt like she was blinking a thousand times per second. But she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Harry.

“Do you have any other injuries?” The doctor asked. She shook her head.

“Just my head.”

“You’re sure? This is a lot of blood.”

Harry growled again. She glanced at him nervously again. “S’not mine,” she whispered reassuringly.

The doctor smirked, patted her knee as he nodded. “Good girl. Harry, you taught her well,” he assured. “Ice. Harry, I am to presume you’ll be her bedside nurse? Concussion protocol, wake her tonight, every couple hours, and pain meds. Call me if there’s an issue.”

Harry was still fuming. “Can y’drive her car t’my place?” He asked Niall. He nodded solemnly, afraid of angering him further. “Get these off me,” he held out his hands feeling frustrated that Niall didn’t move faster to get them off. He wanted to cradle her face and massage her achy muscles. He wanted to kiss her pain away and hold her until he felt she was better. She was only vaguely aware of his frustration. Louis was tending to her while Niall cut the tape off his wrists, nipping his skin with the scissors because Harry refused to sit still.

“Here you are, love,” Louis was gentle, cupped the side of her head as he sat in front of her and placed an ice pack on the back of her achy skull. She blinked unsurely, eyeing Louis suspiciously.

“Do you hate me?” She asked, tears filled her vision without her realization, and she heard Harry snort.

“Jesus Christ, Cupcake,” she could hear the way his eyes rolled. Niall snorted.

Louis chuckled, shook his head. “Not at all, babe, why?”

“He lost because of me.”

“He could lose a thousand times because of you,” he assured her. “Your safety is most important.”

She took a deep breath and sighed. “He’s late because of me too.”

“He was late before you came along,” he promised. “Also, I like those Oreo brownies you make more than him,” he winked.

Harry smiled as she did. He could see her adding it to her mental list of goodies she would need to make.

“Harry, baby?” She whispered. Pulled him from his thoughts—fortunately so. He didn’t want to think about how much her head hurt.

“What, Cupcake?”

“I love you.” He smiled up at the ceiling, eyes still closed. Like it was new to him to hear her say it and it was just his dream telling him she loved him.

Right as he inhaled to say it back, his phone rang beside him. One eye peeled open and then the other as he looked at the number. “’Lo?” He asked, pressing the speaker button.

“Hey, Harry?” The voice at the other end asked. She didn’t recognize it.

“Speaking...”

“Is your girl okay?” He asked.

Harry looked at the phone curiously, he glanced at her and then back at the phone. “Yeah. She’s fine. Broke his nose.”

“Good girl,” his voice was quiet, but there was an air of pride in it as well. She blushed at the compliment, remaining silent while she listened in.

“Yeah... Listen... s’been a long night. Can y’tell me what y’want? Was it t’gloat?”

Her lips parted, realizing the man at the other end that earned the coveted one in Harry Styles’ loss column. Because of her. (Although she knew Harry would tell her it wasn’t her fault if she said that out loud.) “Right, sure. Sorry. Listen... M’glad she’s alright. Sorry it happened. But... anyone with a brain and two eyeballs knew that wasn’t a fair loss. Anyone would have stopped in the middle of our match. Hell, I almost stopped for her,” Harry waited for the point of saying all this. He squeezed her shoulder and brushed his lips across her cheek. “So... I want a rematch.”

Harry straightened, his hand falling limp behind her back. “A rematch?”

It was quiet. “I want to win the right way.”

Harry smiled; excitement danced in his eyes. Gently, he squeezed her knee. “Y’mean lose the right way,” he taunted.

He chuckled on the other end of the line. “We’ll see, I guess. Yeah?”

Harry hung up. He turned to her, kissed her on the forehead, and smiled. “What do y’say? Y’still want t’be m’good luck charm, Cupcake?” He pulled her into his lap and buried his face into her neck. Like he belonged there.

“You still think I’m a good luck charm? After today? Hell, since the day I met you? I’ve been nothing but a headache. Clay is dented because of me. You had to teach me how to defend myself. I’m whiny and injured and—”

Harry didn’t seem to register anything she said at all. “M’the luckiest man alive t’have you, Cupcake. Will y’be m’good luck charm, still?”

She stopped listing her faults. It didn’t seem worth her time. “Of course, Harry,” she smiled.

“Y’think I can go the distance?” He asked.

Honestly, the thought of Harry getting punched for twelve full rounds still scared her. It was a lot for her to watch him do five or even three. “Maybe not all twelve,” she hedged with a giggle. “Want you in one piece at the end, baby,” she reminded him.

“Ye of little faith,” he frowned, grumbling. She giggled and Harry couldn’t help but smile at her. His lips quirked into a shy grin, and he pressed his face back into the crook of her neck. “Well, one round?” He asked. She swore she heard the bell in his voice as he asked. The start of a new fight, a new set.

“No,” she shook her head, pressed her lips to his hair just next to his ear. The only space she could reach while he was tucked in her neck. “I’ll go the distance with you,” she assured him.

Maybe the concussion was playing tricks on her. But she swore she heard a bell as he smiled against her skin.

Ding.

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What pet names would Heartsteel use for their S/O? And what pet names would they like to be called?

Inspiration: None honestly, I’ve just been thinking about it and I think it would be cute.

Genre: Headcanon

Category: Like 95% fluff with one of the member’s (LOL Kayn’s) going a little suggestive. But definitely not like full NSFW.

Gender: 99.999% Gender Neutral, but there might be an occasional parentheses with optional gender specific language for those that are comfortable with it. (Believe me, I get it, I’m non-binary so I do try and keep things as GN! as possible!)

TW: A bit suggestive for Kayn’s, so just to be on the safe-side let’s go 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. A mention of alcohol. Also swearing because I swear. 🤷🏼‍♀️

A/N: This will be a bit shorter but that’s just because we have to get through all members both calling and being called pet names.

Aphelios

Pet names for his partner:

I think his pet names for his partner would be very sweet!

Of course there are the classics like “baby” or “babe.” I feel like there are the main ones he’d stick to in public. Another one he’d use in public is “honey.”

But in private I think that’s when his soft side would really come out.

He’d enjoy “cutie,” especially if he knows it makes you blush.

He’s a creative guy, and I think he’d also have some creative pet names.

Especially if he’s trying to turn up the romance/soften you up for something.

Ex: “Starlight,” “sunlight,” “my sun/sunshine/sunlight…”

And if he’s feeling sassy? You “goober” (with a smile and eye roll).

Pet names from his partner:

Just as he likes to call his partner sweeter pet names, I think he’d also like to be called sweeter pet names.

Although again, I think the sweetest ones he’d like you to reserve for him in private.

So “babe,” “baby,” “honey,” and maybe “love” it is in public.

“Cutie” is one he’d secretly love. He’d roll his eyes with the typical Phel sass but you see the way the tops of his ears turn pink.

And you know how he’s creative? Well don’t be afraid to get creative back!

You could make him melttttt with a pet name.

Like “my moon” or go full out with “my moon and stars.” (Especially in response to him calling you “my sun/sunshine.”) His internal response is: :))))

A way to playfully tease him for staying so late at the studio is to call him your “owl/night owl.” (He loves it).

Ezreal

Pet names for his partner:

Pet names with Ez would be so PLAYFUL.

And they would definitely start early on in your relationship.

Even on dates in public he’d be more open with pet names. (Though of course because of who he is both of you are a little incognito with hats, sunglasses, masks, etc...)

Why can I see him calling you something like “pumpkin,” “honeybunch,” “sugar,” “cupcake,” (LISTEN IT’S NOT JUST VI’s NICKNAME FOR CAITLYN DAMNIT) or “peanut?” (Even if you’re taller than him it does not matter, you’re his peanut.)

Lmao Kayn once heard Ez call you “honeybunches” and he was FLABBERGASTED. 😂

Omfg he would absolutely use pet names when trying to get something. Pet names and a pout? The man knows what he’s doing.

Absolutely loves that his pet names make you blush so easily, especially if he whispers them in your ear.

He’s such a lovable menace and I adore him.

Pet names from his partner:

OH THIS? THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN.

Because our man Ezreal can absolutely take as good as he gives.

An obvious one would be “bunny.” (Listen have you seen his smile on the cover art?)

When you called him “bubba” and your “love bug” for the first time, his face lit up like a kid in a candy store.

The more chaotic, the better to catch his attention.

We’re talking shit like “dreamboat,” “goober,” or “cutie-patootie.”

The first time Kayn heard you call Ez “dreamboat” water came out his NOSE he was so surprised.

Will love whatever pet name use because whatever you call him, he’s yours!

Kayn

(A/N: Alright listen this went a little suggestive but LORD help me I think he’d be SHAMELESS with pet names. 😳😏)

Pet names for his partner:

Out of all the members, I feel like Kayn would give the least amount of shits about hiding a relationship in public.

So he’s definitely not holding back from calling you pet names in public (now of course the man is smart enough to know which ones are better to keep private).

But “Babe?” ✅ “Baby? (Baby girl)” ✅ “Angel?” ✅ All totally fair game in public.

In PRIVATE??? 😏😏 Oh my friend get readyyyyy.

This man is a TEASE and you know he’s using pet names as a way to really fluster you. (Though of course he’s being sincere with them.)

Like “hottie,” “kitten,” (CAN YOU IMAGINE??) and “sexy.”

“Sexy” is like the most common pet name he uses for you PERIOD. Ex: Basically every day when he gets home he greets you with a kiss and a soft “Hey, sexy….”

More gender specific, if you were comfortable with it, he’d 100% call you “prince” or “princess.” (Someone get me a FAN 🥵.)

Pet names from his partner:

I think whatever his partner called him would be….not necessarily critical to Kayn, but it would still mean quite a bit.

I think he considers some pet names a little bit like affirmations, in a way. Like when he calls you “hottie” or “sexy” it’s because that’s how he sees you (appearance-wise) and he wants you to KNOW that’s how he sees you.

PLEASE do the same with him!!

Hearing YOU call him “hottie,” “sexy,” or “handsome” immediately banishes any insecurities he might have in the back of his mind.

And you cannot tell me he doesn’t love hearing any of those pet names whispered/murmured in his ear as you wrap your arms around him. I just don’t believe you.

Absolutely call him “Babe” in public. He loves that shit. I don’t think he’d mind if you called him “handsome” or “hottie” in public either, but those would be more for like when you two are having a convo together in a public space, if that makes sense. “Babe” would be to capture his attention.

Random: In private, besides calling him “sexy,” he secretly loves some of the older-school pet names. Like if you want him to MELT? Go old school.

“Darling?” His insides are a puddle and he’s ready to do whatever you need him to do.

(LMAO I had wayyyy to much fun with this, but his headcanon was what made me think about the rest of the group and what they’d like!)

K’Sante

Pet names for his partner:

I think he’s fine with using pet names in public. Like maybe nothing wild but he’s not going to necessarily hide you (though of course he’ll do what he needs to do to keep you safe).

K’Sante could use a mix of “old-school” pet names with more modern ones.

“Babe” is the primary one he uses in public.

Could totally see him using something sweet like “squish” or “boo.” (The mental image of this giant man using something like “Boo” is just amazing.)

If he helps you with an outfit, once you’re done dressing he’d absolutely be like “damn look at you, my model. You look phenomenal.”

Would absolutely use “handsome,” “beautiful,” “gorgeous,” or “stunner.”

I fully believe this man is an excellent cook. And because of that, he’d definitely throw some food-themed pet names in there. I’m thinking “pancake” or “peaches.”

Pet names from his partner:

Again, this man doesn’t really care if you call him pet names in public. Have you seen his sheer size?? People would be insane to mess with him and you (I’m thinking Travis Kelce with Taylor Swift vibes here).

So go for it! Call him “babe” or “baby.”

After they debuted, you affectionately teased him by calling him “hot shot.” Jokes on you though because he actually really likes that one now.

As we’ve discussed, K’Sante can cook along with being hella stylish. So he acts annoyed but really loves it when you sidle into the kitchen and say something like, “What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

Again, this man knows how to DRESS. Loves hearing you call him “handsome” as you help him with some last touches on a look.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I get such good energy from Heartsteel K’Sante. I feel like he’d give excellent hugs and be your A+ “teddy bear.”

Likes some of the joking pet names you call him! Like when you thank your “stylist” after he helps you get an outfit together and get dressed. (Because let’s be real, he’ll probably have the better fashion sense in the relationship, that’s just how it goes.)

One that doesn’t quite work due to it being tied to pop culture in our world but the VIBE fits: “Hercules.” (Or “HUNK”-ules as the one muse would say.)

Sett

Pet names for his partner:

This man 👏🏻 LOVES 👏🏻 PET NAMES.

To the point that you don’t remember the last time he used your name. In fact, if he uses your name, it’s a clear indicator something is WRONG.

Will definitely use some of the classics in public like “babe” or “baby.”

He’d definitely get creative too. Like you know how he’s “the big boss?” (Hehehe lyric tie-in DUH).

If you ever came to visit him somewhere while he’s working, he’d jokingly call you his “assistant” as he pulls you into a big hug.

Ex: “Oh hey! It’s my amazing assistant who so kindly brought me lunch! How’s your day going so far, baby?” (He wouldn’t keep calling you his assistant throughout the interaction. It’s more of just a funny little greeting for when he first sees you.)

In private, he loves to use “angel,” “doll,” “sexy,” “beautiful/handsome,” or “sugar.” (Would also use “Prince/Princess” if you’re comfortable with it.)

He really knows how to make his partner smile and blush from pet names LET ME TELL YOU.

Pet names from his partner:

Just as much as he loves using pet names on you, he LOVES when you use pet names on him!!

Only call him Sett (or even more so, Settrigh) if something is wrong. You’ll get his attention INSTANTLY.

Of course, “babe,” “baby,” and “honey” are a-ok for use in public. I also think he wouldn’t mind a couple other creative ones being thrown in there every once in a while, even in public

An obvious one to use for him is “boss.” (My parents call each other “boss” and it’s actually very sweet!)

I feel like Sett would have a really romantic side (I mean, Mama didn’t raise her son to be a jackass of a partner here).

So when he does let that romantic side show, call him “Prince Charming” and watch his face light up. (I know that’s technically a pop-culture reference, but Prince and charming could feasibly come together in a world without Cinderella. Another pop-culture one that doesn’t work as well (unless we imagine Shakespeare existing in Runeterra) is “Romeo.” But the vibe fits Sett so I’m including it here.)

Another one who loves it when you call him “sexy” or “handsome.” (And you do it often because HOW COULD YOU NOT??)

Feel free to get creative, especially when you’re alone. Sweet or otherwise, he just loves hearing what names you create for him.

Yone

Pet names for his partner:

Yone is interesting. See, to me he has the highest likelihood of using more “traditional” pet names.

But make no mistake, traditional doesn’t mean boring.

The AFFECTION he puts into the pet names he calls you!!! (Like I’m going mushy just thinking about it.)

He’d be very low-key in public. Like maybe a soft “love,” “honey,” or “dear.” Usually though, it’s your name. (Hey he loves saying your name! Your name makes him happy.)

In private is really where his soft side shines and he’s much more verbally affectionate.

“My love,” “sweetheart,” “my beloved,” and “darling” are big favs of his to use.

He’d absolutely have a couple surprisingly cheesy ones. Like “pumpkin,” “dumpling,” or “sunflower.”

Always loves your reactions to him using pet names for you, especially your delighted expression when he uses the cheesier ones!

Pet names from his partner:

In a similar way to using “old-fashioned” pet names for you, I think he’d love it if you used some of the same ones for him!

Especially in public. I just see him as one of the more private members. But in public feel free to call him “love,” “honey,” or even “babe/baby” when you’re talking together.

Loves when you’re soft with him in private. This man works so very hard and sometimes he just needs some good cuddles and loving pet names.

Enjoys being your “darling,” “lovey,” and your “genius.”

And you have him wrapped around your little finger the second you say “My love…”

I talked about in my last headcanon how I absolutely think Yone loves to cuddle in private (and maybe when he’s drunk but that’s a different story).

You’ve started calling him “koala” because of how cuddly he gets and he secretly LIVES FOR IT.

But he will deny it to his dying breath if you accidentally say it in front of the guys. (Lmao you think Ez and Kayn are going to let him live that down??)

Thank you very much for reading! It’s been really fun to get back into creative writing now that I have this new account! 😊

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Fatgum, that's enough slices, we've discussed now make

Late night phone calls, lmao

Taishiro Toyomitsu had always visited the same bakery, at least once he seen the really cute girl that worked there. Day after day he went in just to see you before work, before he had to get bigger for work. He didn't want to feel like you wouldn't look his way, he was a hero and he had better things to worry about. But here he was, visiting without his uniform and waiting as you made his order.

"So, busy day today?" You turned and put the coffee on the table, "You don't usually carry a bag in, so I'm a little curious."

Taishiro didn't want to lie about it, but he also couldn't just tell you the full truth. "Somethin' like that." His mumbling had always drawn you in, mainly because you couldn't hear him, but he didn't mind. "I, uh, kinda have an important job."

Your laughter was part of the reason he kept coming around. "Ah, alright. I won't dig too much." And the way you had to crane your neck just to make eye contact. Taishiro was aware that he was tall, how couldn't he be when he dodged doorframes, but for some reason it felt like an achievement when you looked up at him with that sugary sweet smile. You didn't pry, didn't ask too many questions or for too much detail. Whatever came your way, you simply let it. Taishiro grabbed the bag of cupcakes you handed him, thanked you, and went about his day. With you on his mind.

As was the routine, until he grew brave enough to ask you out on a date. Taishiro was nervous about having you in his home, but he could get used to the view as you cooked. He thought you had nice hips. The way you hummed as you cooked was even cute and had his complete attention. "Do you enjoy cooking?" Taishiro moved to lean on the counter next to you, eyes never leaving an inch of your skin.

"I do. My grandmother taught me to bake, and I picked up cooking regular meals pretty quickly. I guess it helped, since my quirk ended up being food related." Crows feet, you smiled a lot and he just had to notice it. If there was anyone who would smile so much they developed early crows feet, it was you. "Your quirk is food related?" It caught him a bit off guard. Of course, he wasn't sure what he assumed, maybe that you were simply quirkless, but that thought made him feel silly. "My emotions change the taste of the food, along with how well the food energizes and fuels anyone who eats it." The explanation was simple enough, and probably explained why you didn't work on some days. You couldn't risk feeding someone food that wasn't proper to eat.

"And... are you happy right now?" Taishiro needed to know if he made you feel anything good. He really, truly hoped he did. "I'm a little nervous, but otherwise, yeah, I am happy with this." The way you replied was special to him. Vulnerable and still oh-so true to yourself. It made him feel less awkward about the first date being in his home. "I hope I don't make you uncomfortable." Taishiro wanted to reach out and touch your arm to put you at ease, but something told him that wouldn't help.

"No, no you don't. I just don't normally go to people's houses for a first date." He loved that your smile was hidden in his house instead of out in the open at the bakery, "And, if I'm honest, I am a little worried..."

Taishiro felt his stomach drop all the way to his toes. "I hope I didn't do anything wrong to make you feel in danger."

"No, no." Your pretty hand waved him off, "I just... I feel like I don't know you, y'know? Like, either of us could be anyone." It was a reasonable concern; Taishiro knew he wouldn't hurt you but you had no idea who he was to feel as secure in that information. "Can I show you something?" Taishiro took your hand, "Just for a second?" Of course he had to word it like a serial killer. He truly only meant to show you his hero uniform. Maybe that would put you at ease. You'd only ever seen him in his skinny form, so there was the possibility that you didn't believe him regardless.

He led you, to your confusion, to his laundry room where he dug out the jacket and handed it to you. "Why are you showing me this?" You asked, unfolding the article of clothing. It was shocking when you opened the giant hoodie to find the F-G-F on the front. You stretched the material, finding that it stretched, and the logo didn't warp. Regular merch distorted. The real proof was when he pulled out his hero license. "Whoa..." You mumbled, taking the piece of plastic gently, "Why didn't you ever ask for more baked goods?!"

The change in your atmosphere was crazy. You didn't seem to really care that he was a hero, but that he hadn't bought more? Taishiro was confused. "I'm sorry?" He scratched his neck. "You're a pro hero and you went into work like this!" You waved at his smaller form, "What were you thinking? You must've borderline gorged yourself to get into the right shape to use your quirk!"

Yeah, that made more sense to him. You didn't seem to be the type to want money more than anything, so you looking out for his wellbeing was a whole lot more wholesome and truer to your character. And you didn't even give him time to respond before you were out in the kitchen already planning out several different things to put out in the shop. "I'll have to stock up! Do you like chocolate chip or something else? Does coffee also work with your quirk? I can make something else!"

Your rambling was adorable, Taishiro couldn't help but lean against the wall and watch you as you planned and planned. Having someone care about him and his work was endearing. There was never anyone like that for him until now. Part of him enjoyed it a lot, the other half was worried about how fast she was going. Taishiro could practically see the smoke coming from her ears with how hard she was thinking.

"You don't have to worry that much about it." The pro hero chuckled. Yet you still walked and paced as you cooked for the inside date night with the man you just learned a ton about.

[theydopissmeoffavocados]

I NEED YOU AND YOU NEED ME HOW FUCKING NICE IS THAT - LOUIS TOMLINSON

it's your birthday louis william tomlinson, but you have been ours since the day you were born, 24 december 1991, you, the love of my life turn 32 today!! happy birthday sunshine!! happy birthday to the reason of my smile every day(if you see me randomly smiling it's because im thinking about you), to the sweeest little thing on the planet, to the recently turned 32 year old person who i will always call my baby tho im 17 years smoller than you, to the person who i constantly worry about, happy birthday sun if i could i would spin around you continuously and still not get tired. There are not enough words to describe you, sometimes i wonder how are you real and cry because you genuinely are a good person, literally an angel in person. I have never felt so connected to an idol other that you. The relationship between louis and louies is the best, we are "dedicated, crazy in the best possible way" about you, you are so gentle, honest and caring about us and im so happy it is a mutual feeling, and we won the best fandom award!!!!! I so happy to be there with you during your first world tour and to see you conquer this world with your you beautiful voice, always be yourself, don't change for anyone, we all love so much! smile because it literally lights up my life and nothing is more prettier than that and enjoy your life because you literally deserve every single thing in this universe, you are the sun and light up my and many other people's world, you are the reason many people are still alive (including me ig, i am going strong because of you luv!!!), "i would give up on everything but louis wouldn't let me" is the line that describes our relationship and you are a very important person to me i don't even know how i would live without you, you are the oxygen i need to survive, i hope you know how much you mean to us and how proud we are of you. I am so greatful that you exist, i thank the universe every single day that you exist and i am alive at same time as you. Thank you for everything you've done for me and everyone, my life has become so so so so much better after i found out about you and i don't know how else to sum it up cause words ain't good enough there's no way i can explain my love for you, i truly wish this year will be the best one for you yet and i can't believe how fast time is passing, i am proud of every big and little thing that you have achieved whatever makes you happy and whatever you want to do just do it! we are always here for you like you are there for us whenever we need you. I am so happy to be a part of this big beautiful family.

I am for every greatful for you and so thankful that i am able to call you my favourite man in the whole world. you will always be my #1 in my life. May all your dreams come true. and i love you for infinity, forever and always. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOU!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUPCAKE 🧁!!!! xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

always in my heart @ louistomlinson

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Baker Steve and Rockstar Eddie AU is now going to be called What Baking Can Do (will i write it out? Someday. Hopefully soon)

Anyways I have more headcanons for the au

•Steve doesn't wear polos anymore because of the scar around his neck. His closet is literally filled with the softest sweaters and t-shirts he could get his hands on. The softness brings him comfort and feels nice on the scars.

•He always smells like baked goods and the kids love it. It's why they always give him hugs right when they see him, they love the smell and his hugs are so warm and just the best.

•All the kids help out at the bakery when they can, they think it's fun and plus! Job experience! El, Will and surprisingly Lucas all like to help out in the back, Steve teaches them his recipes and how to bake because these are his kids and they will be his legacy so he will teach them everything he can. Max, while not the best with customer service as well as Mike, are both really good at remembering peoples orders if they are sitting at the tables. Dustin is great as a greeter and handing people their to-go orders. Erica is the best taste-tester.

•Look, Steve is still hella popular with the ladies but now he's just so oblivious to their advances, like girls he went on dates with in high-school are trying to BAG this boy but he's always like, "Hang out? Sorry I can't Lucas has a game that day and I promised I'd make him basketball cupcakes."

"Lunch to catch up? I'd love to Brenda but the kids have their little Hotfire club thingy and I promised I would sit in for the session. Raincheck?"

"Dinner? Oh my god thank you for reminding me! We have a family dinner this weekend and I said I'd bring cornbread and a cake."

The kids think it's absolutely hilarious, like how dare you try to date our mom???? And yes they have purposefully "reminded" Steve of something he "promised."

•Eddie has witnessed this on one of his visits and he too finds it hilarious yet endearing. Like Steve may be a little dumb when it comes to people flirting with him but Eddie likes that in a man.

•Eddie is a romantic and absolutely brings Steve a bouquet every time he visits. He finds out quickly that sunflowers and roses are Steve's favorites.

•Eddie always enters the cafe loudly announcing, "HONEY I'M HOME!" Steve grumbles that he's disturbing the customers but he loves it. He always gets the biggest smile when Eddie comes in.

He especially loves hearing that phrase when Eddie's been gone for awhile due to a tour or something of the like.

•Once Steve finds out who Eddie is he tracks down some of his records to listen to and finds he actually likes some of the songs so when Eddie came in next time Steve absolutely just rambled on and on about how much he loved the songs and told Eddie what he liked about them and Eddie is just slowly melting into a puddle hiding behind his hair.

•Steve let's the kids and Robin play whatever music they want when they are working but when he's by himself he absolutely plays ABBA, The Cure, Wham, David Bowie or Prince.

Eddie loves this ridiculous man despite the Wham

•Steve will absolutely close the cafe if one of the kids call him and they're sad, just plain having a bad day or if they are having an emergency. He doesn't care if it's a rush, or if you need your banana bread right now Bethany, his kids need him.

•When Eddie first started visiting and the kids didn't run into him due to conflicting schedules and what not, he finds out quickly that Steve doesn't know who he is so he has no problem giving Steve his name. (He holds himself back from asking if Steve likes his last name enough to take it)

They slowly start to get to know each other and Eddie tells Steve he writes songs and Steve just declares that he's sure Eddie is great at it despite not reading any of Eddie's songs or listening to the man sing and when Eddie point that out Steve just huffy.

"You're an amazing guy Eddie who has seen and done so much. It's not hard to believe that you are talented at writing songs. You really have a way with words!"

And Eddie just wants to lay on the floor, this boy is too precious. He can't.

•When Robin is down on her days off from school and working at the cafe, her and Steve wear matching "uniforms" which is really her just snatching one of his sweaters (of course matching colors), putting on her apron and she always insists they switch name tags.

Steve always rolls his eyes but he also always does it. That's how regulars know Robin is back because Steve will be wearing the nametag 'Robin'

•They absolutely decorate the cage for every holiday. They go all out and it's always the most fun Steve has had on holidays.

Christmas: Him, Robin and the kids get ugly sweaters to wear for the cafe

Halloween: costumes but Robin and Steve are always Batman and Robin because they think it's funny.

Valentine's Day: Argyle made them shirts with neon colored Sweethearts Candies on them and they wear them every time.

Thanksgiving: Robin thinks it's hilarious for her and Steve to dress like vegetables. Dustin likes to be the Turkey. (Steve is almost always the corn)

•They do decorate the cafe for any member in the family's birthday for the day even if they're not having the party there.

•Eddie absolutely starts writing songs about Steve and that's how his band mates find out about him because they catch him singing the songs and other love songs.

•Eddie loves his band but he doesn't tell them where he goes when he goes to visit Steve, they share a lot, practically everything and he will introduce Steve to them and them to Steve but he doesn't do it right away because 1. He's wooing the man of his dreams 2. He just wants it to be for himself for a while

He does offer them treats though as an apology/bribe

•Eddie loves the kids but he is also terrified of them. Yes they are fans of his, but they clock in on the fact he wants to date Steve so fast and they each give him separate shovel talks. They make sure Steve doesn't see them do it though.

•Eddie fully thinks Steve is this super tender, sweet, sarcastic guy who wouldn't hurt a fly until he witnesses Steve defend him from an overzealous fan (which felt more like a stalker) that had followed them after they had had lunch at this local diner.

The fan had tried to get grabby. Had tried to take a "souvenir."

Steve has a mean right hook.

Steve so looked so proud of himself that he knocked the fucker out. He even put his hands on his hips and smiled all cutesy, "I won a fight!"

Which that sentence isn't terrifying right?

That was their first kiss. Also might have been the night Eddie confessed.

[nan-hawthorne]

Pearl O'Day - Nan Hawthorne

I'm just here to make sure my children don't do anything stupid...im talking about you, boys

@zarahawthorne-calligaris - Oldest granddaughter, strong woman, i heard Xander call her "Girl boss" before. whatever that meant

@theonlyskyehawthorne - Other granddaughter, has a bit of a problem when it comes to men, tried killing the poor new girl. I have no words.

@xanderlovesscones - My youngest, but most less-hit-on-the-head, if you know what i mean. Totally not my favourite great grandson

@the-eldest-yehawthorne - My eldest great grandson, most mature, respectful and loving. He's married to quite a decent girl. I'm happy for him.

@therealgraysonhawthorne - Second eldest grandson, (great grandson) he means well. But the poor boy needs a good whack in the head so that he won't overwork himself. I've heard he found himself a girl. Finally.

@jameson-hawthorne - sigh, Second youngest grandson. Most hit in the head, crazy, stupid, reckless. But I'm happy that he found himself a girl who will set him right.

@the-hawthorne-heiress - The poor, smart girl who unfortunately inherited all of that horrible man's money. Jameson's girlfriend.

@gothic-cupcakemaster - Nash's newly wed wife. Her baking skills are quite impressive. I need to see how she bakes an apple pie. She's always makes those darn cupcakes.

@motherfaxingmax - Xander's girl. And the new girl's good friend. She matches Xander's energy. But talks a lot. I don't mind.

@lyracattalinakane - Gray's supposed new girlfriend. i haven't met her yet. Though I've heard whispers that she has quite some character. I hope she can talk some sense into Grayson's stubborn brain. I would really like to meet her.

@omg1g1 - Skye's ex husband's daughter. Also Grayson's sister. She also has quite some energy. But she has a lot of determination. I just pray that she doesn't get too caught up in boys.

@savannahgrayson - Gigi's sister. Also Skye's ex husband's daughter. She is stubborn. Like Grayson. Supposedly kissed some mysterious man in the games. What is up with girls and these dark and mysterious men? I don't get it.

@rebeccalaughlinsblog - The Laughlin's daughter. Many people just remember her as Emily Laughlin's sister. But that girl is really something. I actually need to catch up with her and see how she is doing.

@theaaacalligaris - Rebecca's girlfriend, Zara's step-daughter. I have never really spoken to her. So I don't really know her. I hope she is good for Rebecca.

@evelaughlin - horrible, horrible girl. Instead of knocking some sense into poor Gray, she knocked him out emotionally. Apparently she looks like Emily. I do not ever want to meet her. And she better not want to meet me.

@leelee-ortega - Tobias's old Lawyer and Avery's current one. She also dated Nash. Poor girl is still broken from the break up. Can you believe that they were engaged when they broke up? oh dear, God bless her poor soul.

@rohan-his-lordships-successor - Savannah-girls weird boy. I don't know him. People say he's strong and cocky. A little like my poor Jameson. I also heard Jamie let the bastard break his ribs. That man will have a lot to explain if we ever meet. I hope he is good for the girl.

@acaciagrayson - the mother of the two Grayson girls. Don’t know much about her. She seems nice

@gimmechocolatenow - The whole families emotional support. Loves treats and poker or bingo

@john-oren - the new girls bodyguard. oh he- nope. Pearl. No Gossip.

[boyfriendfever]

dating headcanons

pairing - mike, mal, ella, jasmine / reader (seperate)

contains - fem!reader, ooc (?), mentions of hickeys and making out, jasmine being a tall queen.

notes - these are kind of short but whatever 🤷‍♀️ jasmine’s accent does smth to me istg it’s just so attractive 😍😍

MIKE

nervous wreck when it comes to pda

if you even grab his hand during an elimination be prepared for him to just stop working

like he literally just powers off

“i- eh.. hah… areyouholdingmyhand?”

all in one word

pls brush your fingers through his hair

he’s gonna immediately melt in your arms

“mhh, that feels… delightful.”

if you hug him he won’t know what to do with his hands

he will just stand there like 🧍🏻

unless your cuddling

then he just wraps his arms around your shoulder

wakes up extra early just to find flowers for you every once in a while

picnic dates and stargazing by the dock

enjoys laying his head in your lap as you brush through his hair or (if you can) draw him.

favorite body part is your chest and neck.

he loves to kiss your neck and the skin above your breasts.

he likes how he can leaves hickeys on your chest and you can cover it up with a shirt or hoodie.

MAL

he cares about you, even though he doesn’t show it

he asked you out by pulling you by your waist into the forest from behind during a challenge.

“i like you, you like me, let’s date.”

don’t reject him, just don’t do it.

why would he get you gifts? he is the gift.

if you’re near him while he’s sitting down best believe he will pull you into his lap.

he loves showing the others you’re his.

he will rub your thighs, kiss your jaw and neck, squeeze your waist, even make out with you infront of everyone.

he just doesn’t care.

you sleep with him in the mens cabin/room, and nobody dares to say anything about it.

scott has already made that mistake, being how he is.

nobody heard from him again after that.

calls you sexy. that’s the only pet name. either that or foxy.

favorite body part is your wrists.

solely because he can hold them behind your back while kissing you.

he enjoys how you want to touch him so bad, to wrap your arms around his neck.

on the topic of necks, he will always litter yours in hickeys.

he loves showing others that you’re his.

ELLA

she loves nothing more than to hold you in her arms.

it doesn’t matter where or when, if she can hold you she will.

tells the animals in the forest about you.

“oh, and that pulchritudinous personality! everything about her is just so.. alluring.”

if you don’t like pet names, don’t even try to date her.

darling, pretty, princess, my beauty, tangerine

(if your hair is long enough) she will braid it, curl it, straighten it, brush it, everything.

she leaves you little notes and poems around your bed and clothes.

bakes you cupcakes.

makes up little songs about you.

if you get hurt during a challenge she will stop everything just to help you.

she doesn’t care if she loses, you’re 10x more important.

her favorite body part is your hands.

especially if you wear rings.

she will play with them if she’s nervous.

she loves kissing your hands and massaging them.

(couldn’t find a jasmine gif)

JASMINE

loves carrying you over her shoulders.

mostly because of her height.

“you see anything up there?”

she let’s you climb her like a tree.

during breakfast she has you sit in her lap.

facing her.

she loves seeing your flustered expression

lets you wear her hat

“you look nice in my hat. maybe i should get you one of your own, would you like that?”

picks you up off your feet when she kisses you🤭

she would hold you by your thighs

like this

calls you tangerine.

tangerines are her favorite fruits.

she will lay on her back as you saddle her waist while making out.

like mike, she wakes up early to gather some flowers for you.

except she takes polaroid pictures of her and the flowers as well.

her favorite body part of is your thighs.

not in a sexual way, she just loves to touch them.

they are just so soft.

similar to ella, she loves kissing and massaging them.

she just gets so much pleasure out of praising you.

[violetsandfluff]

Cupcakes For Breakfast

Pregnant!reader and dad!lhh

“How are you feeling, mama?” A comforting hand cupped your cheek, bringing you to your senses. You swallowed and took a deep breath, still feeling the churning in your stomach.

“Okay,” you lied, turning your pillow over to make it cooler. It felt good against your skin, and it seemed to sooth whatever was going on inside of you.

Harry hummed skeptically as he examined your sleepy pregnant body.

This pregnancy was much harder than the last one in terms of sickness. Not a day went by where you weren’t sick at least once, and you could hardly remember a time when you weren’t nauseous. Even worse than that, feeling ill all the time meant that you didn’t always have enough energy to play with or care for your four-year-old daughter, Lucinda.

You sighed as you drew yourself from the pocket of warmth and placed your bare feet on the hardwood floor. You stood up shakily, only to be overcome by a sudden wave of dizziness.

“Ooh, honey,” Harry winced, grabbing your arms to steady you. “Lie back down, will you? I can make Lucy some breakfast, it’s no big deal. I promise.”

You had no choice but to climb back into bed and pull the comforter up to your chin. “I feel terrible,” you groaned. “You have to do everything now. You have to take care of Lucy, cook, clean, and everything in between. I promise I’ll help out more once I can stand upright.”

“Hey,” Harry furrowed his eyebrows sternly, pulling your hands into his larger ones. “It’s no problem, “Y/N, really. You’re so strong. I would never be able to handle this,” he motioned to your growing belly, “thank you.”

The tears in his eyes pulled a string in your heart. They told you that he meant what he said wholeheartedly.

A shrill sound from Lucy’s bedroom alerted you of her awakening.

Harry shook his head and smirked as he scrubbed the remnants of tears from his eyes. “We’ll be in soon,” he vowed as he left, ducking back into the room just long enough to say, “call me if you need anything.”

“Okay,” you smiled tiredly as you leaned back against the pillows, resting a hand on your stomach and rolling over. Constant tossing and turning was a side effect of your symptoms.

Harry gave a helpless sigh as he took one last look at your sleeping body before exiting the room.

“Daddy!” your daughter cried in excitement as Harry walked into her room. “Where is Mommy?”

“Mommy’s still asleep,” he explained as he helped her make her bed. “She’s not feeling good. It’s hard to be pregnant sometimes.”

“Oh,” Lucinda furrowed her eyebrows. “We can make her cupcakes.”

“Cupcakes?”

“Cupcakes make everything better,” she giggled.

“That’s a good idea,” Harry admitted. “Let’s get breakfast first. Then we can make Mommy some cupcakes. Sound good?”

Lucy nodded, wrapping her fingers around the doorknob and opening it slowly.

“Where’re you going in your pajamas, Luce?” Harry inquired, but she brought a finger to her lips to shush him.

“Mommy’s asleep, remember?”

The two walked quietly down the stairs, making sure not to let them creak. Harry poured two bowls of cereal, one for both of them, and they sat in silence at the table as they ate.

“What kind of cupcakes should we make?” Harry asked in a hushed tone, to which Lucy responded with an immediate, “Chocolate!”

“I don’t think we have any chocolate cake mix,” Harry frowned, rifling through the cupboards. “But we have chocolate chips, so we can make chocolate chip cupcakes.”

Lucinda began clapping. “Daddy to the rescue!” she cried before clamping a hand over her mouth. “Sorry,” she whispered.

Harry chuckled as he collected the ingredients, lining them up in rainbow order on the counter. “Cake mix, milk, vegetable oil, eggs, chocolate chips, and frosting. Is that everything, sous chef?”

“Sprinkles!” Lucy exclaimed, unable to believe that her father had forgotten the best part.

“My bad,” Harry grinned, taking the rainbow tube from the cupboard. “How could I possibly forget?”

“You’re just weird, that’s all,” the curly-haired girl responded.

“Do you know what a cupcake pan looks like?” Harry asked as he pulled his hair back into a messy bun. “I think it’s in that drawer,” he pointed his foot at a drawer.

She opened it and retrieved the silver muffin tin. “We can make… eighteen cupcakes,” she decided after counting all of the divots.

“Sounds good,” Harry agreed. “Do you want to put the cupcake liners in?”

His daughter busied herself laying out rainbows in the mold.

The pair worked in near silence until it was time to put the cupcakes in the oven.

~~~

“Mommy?” Lucinda whispered out into the dark room. “Are you awake?”

“I’m awake, sweetheart,” you rolled over, giving her a soft smile. You had to pretend that you hadn’t heard the oven timer or smelled the sweet scent of cupcakes.

“We made you cupcakes!” she sprang onto your bed, jumping a few times as Harry brought a tray of cupcakes into the room, leaving them on your nightstand.

“Thank you, sweet girl,” you cooed. “They smell so good.”

“They’re chocolate chip cupcakes,” she whispered, “because we didn’t have chocolate cake mix. And they have sprinkles!”

“Of course they do,” you chuckled. “Should I expect anything else from my Lulu?”

Lucy beamed proudly as Harry handed her a cupcake in a pink liner.

A glance at your husband showed you that his shirt was covered in frosting, and he even had batter on the back of his neck. You let out a subconscious giggle as you looked at him, and he turned around defensively.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you lied. “You’re just cute.”

“Aww. Thanks,” he beamed, handing you a cupcake in a blue liner.

“These are good!” you grinned at your husband and his mini-me upon taking your first bite. “I never would have thought to put chocolate chips in a cupcake!”

Harry pulled his hair out of its bun as he laughed. “Are they okay at least?”

“They’re amazing,” you assured him. “Why don’t you try one for yourself?”

“I’m okay.”

Your eyes wandered back to the tray where fourteen cupcakes sat.

Taglist: @madybeth21 @groovychaosavenue @fishingirl12 @sortingharryshairclip @mrspeacem1nusone @tenaciousperfectionunknown

[omgahgase]

idk man but i just picture din as this amazing cook who can whip up an delicious, healthy meals for grogu out of like 3 lame ass ingredients and luke is just never allowed in the kitchen bc he somehow burned water so din told him one day "i'll do all the cooking" and he does. and he's good at it.

but give this man a recipe for a cake or pie? no. absolutely not. he will serve you a blackened brick and think nothing is wrong with it. din's homemade cookies? this man is a mandalorian, he'll make the spiciest space chocolate chip cookies you've ever tasted. and that's if they make it out of the oven edible and not charred. not even grogu can stomach his baked goods. boba, cobb, and fennec have all told him that he's a terrible baker, and din's response is always, "you guys are just picky."

"yeah, vod, i choose to keep my teeth. not chip them on those abominations."

"bo is right—"

"don't call me that."

*chuckles* "bo is taken. call him booba."

"can it, shand."

din just shrugs and plops his horrendous snickerdoodles on the coffee table like they didn't just rattle the entire surface. meanwhile luke is in the kitchen with han saying that he "absolutely baked this bread! i'm capable of it!"

han takes another slice and gives luke an incredulous look, eyebrow arched and overly bushy. "sure, kid."

"i did!

"this is best kirffing bread i've ever had. it tastes like the holy land and carbs had a baby. i don't even believe if there's a holy land, but dank farrik, this bread can take me there."

"han...it's just bread."

and just like that, luke discovers that he can bake like a man mad. whatever he envisions, he can make with ease. cookies, snickerdoodles, cupcakes, pastries. he can bake it without so much as reading the recipe twice and din is flabbergasted.

"how can...how do you do that?"

"do what, my love?"

din waves his hand in a blobby, misshapen circle with luke—and his disaster of a kitchen whipping up some sort of blue macaroon for grogu that din knows comes out perfect every single time—in its center.

luke chuckles and moves around the island to place a floury kiss to his cheek, smearing some left over batter into the scruff of his chin.

"call it a gift."

"is this some sort of...force thing?"

luke laughs again and din hopes he kisses him one last time bc he deserves it for bringing forth such a lovely sound.

"no, it's just a me thing."

din hums, still not 100% convinced it's not luke and his confusing, space wizard magic, offers to help. only, luke shoos him out of the kitchen, brandishing his batter ladened spoon, dripping sticky all over the floor din just cleaned that morning.

"absolutely not. the last time you helped me, you mistook the sugar for garlic powder. chewie threw up, my love. i've never seen chewie throw up.

"...that was one time."

luke pats his cheek with delicate fingers, and if din wasn't already leaning into his touch, he would've griped about the batter trickling down his jaw.

"one time too many. it's fine, i can handle myself in here. now, get going. go on, out of my kitchen."

luke hops up onto his toes to press a fleeting kiss to din's lips and—really, it should be criminal how easily luke can turn off din's brain with one simple touch bc he didn't even notice how he ended up in the living room with both grogu and the family loth-cat trying to lick the drying batter off his face.

[jordie-gvf]

more than friends, jake kiszka

warnings : angst, fluff, language, arguing, allusions to sex,

word count : 1.7k+

melancholy by white cherry got me through this whole thing

Whenever Jake had gone out with the guys, he would bring you along with him. You never cared that he wanted to take you out, but half of the time he was either talking to the rest of the party or he was gawking at other women.

Tonight, you had all gone out for Jake and Josh’s birthday. You called the bar and made reservations for a table. 

No sooner did you sit down, Jake was already eyeing the waitress. You and Jake were not dating per se, but you were a little more than friends. Casual sex now and then, occasional midnight meet ups to smoke, but he had never asked to be more than that.

You were sitting next to Danny, who you had always been close with. Jake hated your relationship with Danny. 

Everyone knew you and Jake were seeing each other, but no one talked about it. Your waitress, Britt, came over and took everyone's drink orders and food orders.

Before she walked away, Jake grabbed her arm and asked her, “Are you on the menu, sweetheart?”

She laughed and said, “No, but I can make an exception for you.”

He smiled at her and let go of her arm, turning to look at her backside while she walked away. Danny had his arm wrapped around you, hanging it off the back of the chair. You nuzzled into his side and inhaled his musky vanilla scent. 

“Mm, Danny you always smell so good.”

He looked down at you and immediately knew what you were doing. He sniffed your hair and said, “Thanks cupcake. You smell good too. What is that, peach?” 

You nodded, “Yup! Peaches and cream,” and put your head back onto him. Britt came over with your drinks and told you the food would be out shortly. 

Jake looked her up and down again and you grabbed your phone from your bra. You went to Danny’s contact and texted him,

Daniel Swagner

Flirt with me?

I will not be partaking in flirting with you, Y/N.

Pleaseeee, I’ll do anything. I’ll clean your apartment.

You already do that whenever you come over anyway!

Just do it for me!

Fine, I guess I can pretend to flirt with my best friend to make her whatever you want to call him jealous.

:)

Britt brought your food out and told everyone to enjoy. She refilled drinks and had to reach over Jake to grab Josh’s glass. 

You knew that she was doing it on purpose, but she put her tits in Jake’s face. You swore you could see his eyes roll back. You decided to ignore it and ate your food.

You had all eaten and finished your food. Danny had been trying his hardest to flirt with you, but Jake wasn’t fazed. 

You all paid and went to leave, but Jake went up to the bar. He lingered for a few minutes and talked to Britt. 

He came back over to the group with a paper napkin in his hand. “Guess who just scored her number?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, so you just stood there, dumbfounded. Sam being Sam, had no idea that you and Jake were seeing each other. 

After Jake finished talking, Sam said, “You gonna call her tonight?”

“Hell yeah. I’ll tell her my door is unlocked.”

You grabbed your purse and flew out to your car. You wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as you could. 

Everyone noticed your speed walking to the car, but only Danny followed. You got into the driver's side and unlocked the car for Danny. Thankfully, you and Danny came together, or else you would’ve been alone.

He got in and you locked the doors, not wanting to be bothered by anyone else. You put your seatbelt on and turned to look at him, “Wanna go get ice cream?”

He nodded and put his seatbelt on as well. Before you left, you saw the rest of them filing out, Jake searching for your car. You very quickly started the car and sped off before he could approach you.

You and Danny arrived at Mimi’s and went inside hand in hand. You were waiting in line when Danny pulled you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around him and he kissed your forehead. 

You and Danny had always been close, everyone you ever met always thought you were dating. Danny had always expressed that the two of you would never be more than friends, that you were both comfortable with being friends.

Danny grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and recorded a little video of the two of you waiting in line, your head on his chest and arms wrapped around him. He typed something on his phone. He showed you and it said, “my favorite girl” with Mimi's location.

He posted it on his Instagram story. You two ordered ice cream and ate it inside. You finished and he threw both cups into the trash.

You two walked back to your car. Once the both of you were settled, you asked him, “Where to, Wagner?”

“Mi casa, por favor.”

“Been practicing the Spanish vocabulary I made you?”

“Every night.”

You smiled at the sweet gesture and made the drive to his home. You approached his apartment complex and he turned his head to look at you. He smiled at you and said, “I had so much fun tonight. We need to do this more often.”

You nodded, “For sure. I’ll text you tomorrow. Have a good night, Danny. I love you.”

“I love you too, be safe on the ride home.”

Once he was in his apartment, you started the trek home. When you got back to your house, you noticed that your living room lamp was on. You had your pepper spray in your hand, just in case. You had it pointed outward as you approached your front door. 

You opened the door and saw Jake sitting on your couch, looking more nervous than usual. Once he heard you come in, he shot up to his feet. You locked the pepper spray and put it back in your purse. 

“Y/N, hi. Can we talk?”

You nodded, took your jacket off and hung up your purse. He sat back down and you offered to get him something to drink. He said no and got up to follow you into the kitchen.

“You and Danny were close tonight.”

“We’re friends. Friends are close. Plus, the guy I sleep with five nights a week decided he wasn’t going to pay attention to me.”

“Really? I’m just the guy you’re sleeping with?”

“As of right now, yeah. Every time I bring up the dating thing, you shut me out. Remember the last time I told you I wanted to be with you? You left my house at three in the morning and I didn’t hear from you for two weeks.”

“Don’t turn this around on me, Y/N.”

You had walked out of the kitchen at this point and into the living room to sit on the loveseat. He followed you and sat on the couch. 

Jake sighed and continued, “You and Danny seem to be quite comfortable. Are you sleeping with him too?” 

You stood up and very offensively said, “Excuse me?” You continued,  “I’ll have you know, Danny and I are just friends. That is all we'll ever be, because I don’t love him the same way I love you! Yeah, I said it! I love you Jake. I love you even when you treat me like shit! I still love you after you go around and get some random waitresses' numbers.”

“You love me?”

“Did I not just say that five times?”

He laughed at your remark and said, “I thought we said no falling in love, did we not?”

“I can’t help it that I fell in love with someone who made me feel so special in one breath and then like nothing in the next. Riddle me this Jake, were you going to call her?”

“I thought about it. But then I realized I have you.”

“Not anymore, get out. Go call Britt. She can keep your ass.” 

You sat back down and refused to look at him. “Y/N, look at me.” He got off the couch and kneeled in front of you, giving you no choice but to look at him. You turned your head and saw his beautiful brown eyes looking at you. 

He took your hands into his and said, “I remembered I had you, and how happy you make me. Truth is Y/N, I love you too. I knew I loved you a long time ago. I never said it cause I didn’t know how you would react. I hate leaving you at three in the morning, because I love waking up next to you. I want nothing more than to wake up with you every morning by my side.”

Tears formed in your eyes and Jake wiped them away for you, “Don’t cry, Angel. You’re too pretty to cry.”

He went back to grabbing your hands and you leaned into his touch. You rested your forehead against his and he put his hands on the outside of your thighs. You sat there and savored the moment you had together. 

He stood up and you blurted out, “Please don’t leave!”

He leaned down and kissed you, “I had no plans of leaving you any time soon, Angel.” 

Jake extended his hand out to you and you grabbed it, lacing your fingers together. “Come on, let's go upstairs. We have stuff to do. A bed to break.”

You shook your head no and said, “Can we just cuddle tonight?”

He nodded and said, “Of course we can, Angel. You know I’ll never say no to cuddles with my favorite girl.”

He picked you up in his arms and carried you upstairs to your room. “So you saw Danny’s story?”

“Oh yeah, I saw it. Funny, I saw it right after I thought about calling her, but I had to get my girl back so I came here.”

He laid you down on the bed and took his clothing off. He went into his designated drawer and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. He put them on and tied the drawstring. You were already in a dark brown sweatsuit from tonight, but you had taken your bra off in the car. 

Jake moved the covers and got in next to you. You cuddled into his side and sniffed his hair. “Is that my shampoo?” 

“Peaches and cream, Angel. Peaches and cream.”

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Overanalyzing Studies

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

Wage just finished serving her latest customer's cupcakes, and heads back to kitchen to get some cleaning supplies. She sighs as it's been a long day of serving each Uglydolls their favorite treats, and making sure her bakery stays clean. It's hard work, but it's worth seeing each ugly smile after eating her delicious treats. She goes to the front of her bakery and clean each table, chairs, and utensils. Just as she's about to head back into the kitchen, the door opens.

Wage was about to greet the guest until she saw the guest was no other than Mayor Ox. This surprises Wage as Ox would usually have some ugly deliver his treats to him since he's so busy nowadays.

"Hello Wage. How are you doing today." Ox greeted her with a tired smile.

"Ox! I'm good, but you look really tired. Is everything ok?" Wage grabs a nearby chair for the exhausted mayor. "Would you like anything to eat or drink? It's on the house."

"No, I'm good. I just want to ask you a favor." Wage sits next to Ox, curious on what the mayor has to say. The mayor sighs; "It's Moxy."

Wage rolls her eyes and glance at Ox with annoyed expression. "What's she trying to do this time? I swear if she's trying to get every ugly to believe that this 'Outside World' exists, Imma-"

"She's not doing that!" Ox interrupted as he sits up. "No. It's....she hasn't come out of her home in a while now, and I'm worried sick about her. I tried to get her to come out, but y'know....she doesn't really listen to me."

Wage becomes concerned. She hasn't seen Moxy all day, now that she really thinks about. Moxy would usually come to her bakery, rant about whatever junk she finds that could lend to the "Outside World", and continue her day by delivering newspapers throughout Uglyville. This wasn't like Moxy at all.

Ox continues; "So, I was wondering if you could tried to see Moxy later, and see if she's doing well. It isn't healthy staying inside all day."

Wage nodded; "Yeah, I'll see her later."

"Thank you, Wage. I knew I could count on you." Ox gets up, and gives Wage a nice hug.

"No problem, Ox. I'm pretty sure Moxy's fine."

.........

Wage closes her bakery for the night, and walks over to Moxy's house. She decided to make Moxy's favorite treat, Midnight Raspberry Cupcakes, before leaving. She finally makes it to the pink doll's house, basket at hand, and knocks on the door.

"Moxy! It's me, Wage!!" Wage shouted as she continues to knock on the door. "I haven't seen you all day, and just wanted to make sure you're still alive and well. I also made your favorite treat."

The front door opens quickly, and Wage gets dragged in by surprise. She is greeted by the pink doll who looked like she hasn't sleep for days.

"WAGE!!! My girl, My buddy, My Sister!!!" Moxy shouted out excitedly. "Welcome, welcome. I'm sooooooooo glad you came here. I been studying for a while now, and I FINALLY have proof that the 'Outside World' exists!!!"

Moxy grabs Wage's hand, and brings her over to wall filled with old doll magazines. Wage sees that Moxy's home is messy with trash, and papers scattered everywhere. Her friend is all over her head, and she needs to put an end to it.

"Moxy, have you really been home, analyzing all these papers and junks about this 'Outside World' you ramble on and on recently?" Wage ask as she tries to avoid each mess in her way.

"Yes!! I been trying to get everyone to know that there's something out there. Something more beyond Uglyville. I just have to prove that it exists, so everyone would stop doubting me," Moxy said as she grabs her favorite pen to make some notes on one of the paper on the wall.

Wage is concerned with how much work Moxy is putting in to her so-called studies. Willing to make such a big mess, and miss out days on hanging out with her best buds. Ox was right to be worried.

"Ok, so.....you see all these magazines right now." Moxy exclaims.

"Uhhh...yeah?" Wage said, unsure and confuse.

"Well, they all talk about little kids, and how these dolls are perfect toys for them. What are little kids you may ask? Kids are beings that enjoys playing with toys, and getting messy. Why do they like playing with toys and getting messy you may ask?"

"Hey....Moxy. I-"

"BECAUSE, it makes them happy, and kids love being happy!!!" Moxy was losing her mind.

"But, Moxy-", Wage tries to speak up only to get cut off by Moxy's rambling.

"So I did so more digging around to see if I could find proof that kids exist, because THESE magazines alone aren't enough to prove Ox wrong."

"Moxy!"

"And LOOK!! I found this weird, pretty blue cloth that has a lot of patterns on it, and it look like it belong to a kid's dress."

"Moxy!!"

"But, the thing is, I don't know if it's enough to get Ox to see that there's more out there than he thinks. He ALWAYS dismisses my theories about the 'Outside World' and thinks that I'm just imagining all these stuff when I'm not. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, but I'm NOT crazy!! THEY'RE the ones that are crazy! Hahahahahahah......So, if I can find a way to-"

"MOXY!!!" Wage yelled to get the pink doll's attention. She has had enough of Moxy's crazy conspiracy theories.

"Kids, Outside World, and toys??!! Listen to yourself. You are going insane with all this nonsense." Wage grabs Moxy's hand to sit her down on her bed, removing any mess that was on there.

"Wage....", Moxy tries to speak, but Wage shushes her harshly.

"Do you not understand that you been home for some time now, collecting these stupid paper about whatever nonsense, with little to no sleep?! Ox's been worried sick about you!!"

Moxy blinks repeatedly. She sees that her studies made her home into a huge mess, and couldn't remember the last time she gotten a good sleep. She became so obsess with proven Ox wrong that she started to go insane. Moxy feels guilty, and lowers her head.

Wage sighs, and walks over to her basket to give Moxy her favorite treat. Moxy happily accepts it, and eats the treat. It's been a while since she last had any of Wage's delicious treats.

"I'm sorry, Wage," Moxy apologizes. "I just...wanted Ox to believe me. I know there's a world out there. I just have to prove it to him. I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a break."

"A long break", Wage replied sternly. "And...I understand that this whole 'Outside World' thing is important to you, but it's not worth going insane over. You have friends who care about you, and a job to do. Those newspapers aren't going to deliver themselves after all."

Both Wage and Moxy lightly chuckled, and give each other a hug. Wage is happy that she was able to reason with her dear friend. She understands why Ox chose her to talk with Moxy, since she tends to be more stern than the others. Wage pats Moxy's head, grabs her basket, and makes her way to the door.

"Good night, Moxy. I hope to see you tomorrow, and make sure you clean up your house. I'm sick of looking at it."

"Good night, Wage. Thanks for the treat, and helping me see that I was overanalyzing my studies. I'll also be sure to clean up my house as well."

"Good, and you're welcome," Wage replies as she left with a sigh of relief.

Moxy straightens up her bed, and decides to sleep for the night. She plans to clean up her house, and catch up with her friends tomorrow morning. Even though Wage was right about her, she still couldn't stop thinking about what's really out there, and why Ox refuses to believe her. She feels like he was hiding something from her, and had to get to the bottom of it, but that's for another time. Right now, a decently long break from her studies wouldn't hurt.

Author's Note: It's been awhile since I last posted anything. My computer was having problems, but I got it fix now. I had this scene replay in my head, and had to illustrated it before it disappeared out of my mind. It was fun to do, and a good way to practice writing dialogue. I still have a long way to go, but this was a good start. Hope you enjoy my little short story.

[sarahmadisonxoxo]

I felt like making a part two for the Soulmates AU. I sincerely apologize to the rest of my WIP list because I know it’s adding up. I have no self control, but I am not sorry. This is cheaper than therapy. :D Soulmates AU ------------ It didn’t feel real. Meeting his soulmate after everything that had happened, after he’d come to the conclusion that would never happen for him. The reality for most people was that they never would find their soulmates. In the span of an eternity, this short lifetime they spent living in this reality would feel like nothing by the time their souls reunited. People could go on and find great love, build wonderful lives for themselves, all while never being able to meet their soulmate.  He wasn’t even worried about finding love anymore, before seeing Eddie on the tv he’d come to the conclusion his soul was set to be alone in this turn. Whether it was a punishment for crimes of a past life or whatever really.  Steve hadn’t been able to leave his phone since he’d made it back home. Jumping at the slightest noise that even resembled it’s ringing. Maybe he was getting overly invested in this... Eddie’s earlier eagerness could have just been the excitement of everything changing. He might not even actually call.  No.. He was going to call. Steve just knew it.  Suddenly the phone began to ring, barely making it past the first ring before he was answering.  “ Hey Eddie”  “ Eddie? Who’s Eddie? Neverminded. Steve guess what” Robin’s voice came from the other side.  “ Oh hey Robin..” Steve sighed. He felt bad for being disappointed that it was Robin, but he’d been waiting so long already. He just hoped that for once he just didn’t have to wait. “ Eddie’s no one.. Don’t worry about it. So what’s going on? What’s got you all excited.” He couldn’t say it was easy to push his disappointment to the side and take his place in the role of best friend. Robin meant the world to him, but she wasn’t who he’d wanted to talk to tonight. At least not first.  “ Riiight.. you will explain that one tomorrow at work, but until then. I kissed a girl Steve... My first real kiss. “ The excitement was clear in her voice, a dreamy sigh following as she seemed to recall the memory. “ I kissed Nancy and she kissed me... I didn’t mess it up. There was no word vomit...”  “ Robin..”  “ Okay.. there was a little word vomit, but she laughed. Steve. I kissed Nancy and made a fool of myself and she laughed and told me I was cute... Cute Harrington. Me! I am cute. I can’t stop shaking. I just can’t believe it. “  Steve really felt bad after that. He’d been upset Robin was calling him, and didn’t even think to consider it was because she just needed a friend to cheer for her. Someone to share the good news with.. Something that Steve had started to think he was going to have to push Robin to do himself, but she did it. Robin made a move without letting fear get in her way, and Steve felt horrible for wishing she’d never have called.  “ But.. I can tell you are waiting on someone so I will let you go. I expect a full report in the morning Stevie. “  “ Of course Robbie... It’s big news,,, well at least I think it is. I’m still not sure.”  “ We will celebrate tomorrow. Cupcakes on you!” Robin cheered.  Steve laughed “ I have to buy my own celebration cupcakes? “  “ I need the money to take Nancy out Thursday...”  Steve smiled shaking his head. “ I love you.”  “ I love you Stevie.. See you tomorrow”  Steve set the phone down, ending the call. Almost instantly the phone started ringing again.  “ Hey, I was starting to think you wouldn’t call” Steve teased..  “ Why did you think I was going to call? I was just calling you to ask you if you could bring my bag to my house because I left it in the trunk of your car.. Wait Eddie hasn’t called. “  “ Goodbye Dustin.. “ Steve rolled his eyes, hanging up the phone, a soft sigh escaping his lips, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.  It had been a few hours since he got home. He never expected the call to be immediate, but now he was starting to worry it wasn’t going to happen. That Eddie’s promise really had just been in the heat of the moment.  The phone rang again.  “  I swear Dustin.. I will bring you your bag in the morning. Stop calling me!” Steve shouted . “ Uhh.. It’s Eddie” A voice came over the phone, soft and unsure. “ Is this a bad time? “  What a great start... Steve was going to die alone. His own soulmate was going to reject him.  “ No.. No. It’s not a bad time. Dustin can just” Steve hesitates. Complaining about his best friend in the first seconds of a phone call with a person who was still technically a stranger wasn’t the best idea. “ No Eddie.. It’s not a bad time. “ he sighed.  “ Okay” Eddie’s voice still sounded unsure.  “ How was the convention? “  “ Oh.. Uh. It was great. It’s always nice to meet fans, I wish I could give them all more time. They are the only reason I am here in the first place.”  Steve leaned foward in his bed, picking at a loose string on his blanket. “ That’s nice”  “ So um...” Eddie tried, unsure of what to talk about. Where to even begin.  “ Yeah..” Steve sighed.  “ You’re wonderful with your words Steve...”  “ You’re not too bad yourself Eds”  “ Eds?” Eddie questioned.  “ I’m sorry, I uh. I always give nicknames to people. “ Steve explained, closing his eyes as he mentally kicked himself for being so bad at this.  “ No Stevie.. I like it. Eds. It’s good” Eddie reassured him, but it did nothing to stop Steve’s internal battle.  “ Stevie?”  “ I always give nicknames to people” Eddie teased, Steve could almost hear the smile on his lips.  “ I’m sorry” Steve apologized.. “ I am so bad at this. I am usually not so bad at this”  Eddie chuckled. “ Stevie you’re not bad at this... you’d never convinced me you were anything but a Casanova. I’m swooning. “  “ You’re full of shit” Steve chuckled.  “ I jumped a table to run a complete stranger down... Trust me pretty boy I am head over heels already.”  “ That’s such a good song” Steve thought aloud.  “ Tears For Fears? I knew something had to be wrong with you.. No one could be that perfect. Pretty face. Great hair.. Shit taste in music. “ Eddie tisked,  “ Nothing is wrong with me... well at least not my taste in music.”  Steve argued.  “ Of course not Stevie... of course not.... ah lying isn’t usually that painful. “  “ Asshole..” Steve muttered.  “ Another nickname Big Boy.. you really know how to flatter a guy. “  “ You’re so weird... “ Steve laughed softly shaking his head , “ Are you still in Chicago? “  “ Yeah... some hotel my manager booked. Why do you miss me already Steven.”  “ Surprisingly yes... we didn’t get any time today. I’d like to actually see you ya know.”  “ Where are you Steve? “  “ You aren’t coming out here”  “ That’s not what I asked Steve... Where are you? “  “ Hawkins... Do you even know where that is? “ Steve asked.  “ Actually yeah... My Uncle used to live there... that’s crazy. We moved out when I was like six, He was worried about me growing up in a conservative town... something about being the pariah, but I think he’s just over reacting.. Let me grab a pen and ill get your address okay? “  “Eddie..”  “ I want to see you... Steve. I really want to see you. You’ve got plenty of time to tell me no for other things. Just give me the address.. Yeah? “  “ Yeah Okay.”  “ Great.. let me get a pen. “  A second passed before Eddie’s voice came over the phone prompting him for the address. They went back and forth a few times before Steve gave in.  “ Okay.. Steve I will see you in like an hour.. I might be able to do it in thirty. “  “ Eddie! I swear to god.” Steve warned prompting Eddie to giggle.  “ I’ll be safe pretty boy.. Ill see you in a bit. “  “ Yeah. I’ll see you soon. “ 

[lightlycareless]

things naoaki did I want to highlight (maybe clear up a bit) now that the truth is revealed:

not send y/n's letters to hinata. I think we all saw that coming, but yeah. he's kept some of them. for what, though?

remember that time where naoya's relationship/background with his mom was detailed? that someone approached him to tell him if he was happy now that their mom was gone? yep. that was naoaki.

i'm sure there are other things he did, I don't remember much but it's safe to assume that all bad things = naoaki was behind them one way or the other.

following that train of thought, naoaki wasn't always like this. at one point he genuinely wanted to get a long with his siblings, but things began to happen and he grew resentful. the only person he's ever loved was his mom.

remember that time he was being beat up for naofumi's "mistake" and naoya was allegedly smiling/enjoying his torture? nope. naoya was not smiling. he was freaked out by everything; as a kid would be.

and that other time where naoya told him the weirdest things when naoaki approached him at night, in his room? didn't happen. all made up. naoaki hated him by then so...

the horse is called cupcake, but not by naoaki. who named it? who knows....

naoaki got in an incident with the horses. it wasn't anything that grave but... enough for him to want them gone. naobito wasn't willing to give them away, naoya persisted that he shouldn't. the rest is history.

also, naofumi did try to stop him from getting involved with you. mainly out of fear for naoya more than anything, but... well, you can imagine how that went. he's been an unwilling accomplice since.

the only other sibling that is somewhat aware of his doings is naohiko, but he doesn't really care. as long as hitomi is ok he's meh. he's not an active participant. the rest aren't around the estate so whatever, though when they began to hear of what was happening they immediatly knew naoaki was trying to mess with naoya. (but when they heard how close y/n and naoaki were....................... some doubted that perhaps there was something more.)

naoaki doesn't actually think much of y/n outside of the estate lol. he got... comfortable believing his plan was working 100%, until... you know, naoya changed.

by now he's developed feelings for y/n. when he once saw her as a means an end, he grew jealous of the prospect of naoya having her all for himself and so, wants more.

he hates mariya's guts. by a lot of obvious reasons, but you'll see what will happen next :)

extra: naoaki and y/n's initial encounter was going to be far more abrupt. in the sense that he would've said something distasteful of her family, she got upset, naoaki apologized and that was enough for her to be like: oh wow, he's different! thankfully, that didn't happen LMAO.

if anyone wants me to further clear up certain things regarding naoaki, my ask box is always open :> these are just the things I remember by now. it's been quite a ride. also, i'm going to post the very, very rough draft/idea of what I was planning to do if naoaki wasn't the one involved (we're talking about toji)