i love how i always make headcanons for characters that are just So self indugent like HI GUYS michael mell wears Too Many Tank Tops and is Chubby yet Beefy or HI GUYS Connor fjsjf? Last Name is just REAL fukin big guys and his boyfriend is Tiny
Line prompt: “You’re killing me smalls.” Disclaimer: This line is from The Sandlot which I do not own.
Niall had always called you by pet names, even before you were dating. He’d call you babe or love or princess and you adored him for it. But recently he’d found a new let name for you: smalls. Now you didn’t hate it or anything but usually he’d switch up the pet names and for some reason, smalls was looking like your end game of pet names.
Honestly, you were curious as to how he had come up with smalls because well, you weren’t exactly small. And the more he called you that, the more paranoid you got about what he meant by that name. You tried to convince yourself that you were just crazy and overthinking the whole thing to no avail. The more you tried not to think about it, the more you did think about it.
Was he trying to tell you to lose weight? Was it an ironic pet name? Like when really big guys in movies are named tiny? Or was it something else? Like, well you didn’t know like what. But you had completely convinced yourself that it was a sly attempt at making fun of you and you couldn’t shake the idea.
Now it was just another day until you went to turn on your shower and found a spider the size of your fucking fist chilling on the shower curtain. You screamed for Niall to come in and explained the situation when he came running in with a bat. (Where did he find a bat at?)
“A spider? Is that all? I thought you’d found a dead body or something. You’re killing me, smalls.” He laughed as he took off his shoe and aimed it at the spider.
You crossed your arms across your towel clad chest and asked, “Why do you call me that?”
“What? Smalls?” He questioned, turning around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing… Did you kill the spider?”
“Thanks. I’m gonna take a shower now.”
You motion to the door with a wave of your hand. Niall scrunched his eyebrows together, obviously confused.
“Is everything okay, y/n?”
“Fine. I just really want to take my shower,” you say avoiding his eyes.
But suddenly he’s standing in front of you with his hands on your shoulders and you can’t help but look at him. “Talk to me.”
“I feel like you’re calling me smalls as like some ironic joke. Like in movies where everybody calls the biggest guy tiny. If you think I’m fat or something just tell me.”
Niall bit on his lip trying not to smile. “You are so crazy. I think you’re amazing, no matter what size you are. But to be clear, no I don’t think you’re fat. I got it from a movie, you nut. Ever heard of The Sandlot? I heard it and just thought of you, I don’t know why. But if it bothers you that much, I can go back to calling you love, love.”
You knew that nickname sounded familiar… You made a face. The kind of face where you realize that you’ve really been over-reacting and feel like an idiot.
“Oh…” You dare to look at him and see he looks far too amused with himself. “Shut up!”
He laughs and you lightly smack his arm. He throws his hands up in defense. “I didn’t say anything!”
“You knew what you were signing up for when you started dating me!”
He grinned as his hands come up and circle round your hips and his lips are mere centimeters from yours. “You’re killing me, smalls.”