#TINYISM

[bottomhaztoplou]

Tabby's Writing Game: Day 10

Whump Wednesday!!

So, this is all I have for this work, called tinyism, right now, but I definitely would like to continue it in the future if I ever have more thoughts for it.

Harry remembers when his now-husband, then-mutual crush was about two inches taller than him and a wee bit broader, big enough to encompass him in these wonderful hugs that made him feel warm and loved and safe.  Now, though, Harry is the one who's upwards of three inches taller and far broader than Louis, unable to get those same hugs from when they were young. Don't get him wrong, he still loves his husband's hugs and they comfort him like nothing else, but it's not the same.  ~~~ It starts with Harry lifting Louis up onto the kitchen bench and bathroom counter more often, despite how much he hated when Louis did it before. He'd tuck his head under Louis' chin for a few seconds under the illusion of kissing his neck before resuming the task of making breakfast or brushing his teeth.  Louis only notices, though, when Harry starts to linger for more than just a few seconds, instead hiding his face in Louis' neck and enjoying the lingering scent of his cologne from the night before while he got his fix of feeling small.  One evening, while watching a film together, Harry instinctively tries to curl up in Louis' lap, only for his husband to groan and push him off. "Harry, you big oaf, get off'a me."  Harry, suitably chastened, slips off of Louis' lap and to the cushioning of the sofa below them, staying as close as possible without actually touching Louis. He stares at the telly screen, trying and failing to hold back tears. Thankfully, the only one that falls slips down the cheek that Louis can't see.  Louis is wholly engaged in the film, too engaged to notice Harry's upset demeanour. It's only when he realises that Harry hasn't touched him since the film started that he notices that Harry is looking at the floor rather than the telly and there are tears building up against his lower lashes. "Haz, babe, what's wrong?" Louis asks quietly. Harry flinches at the sound of his voice. Louis frowns. "'s nothing," Harry murmurs a moment later. "Gotta go to the loo, go ahead and keep watching," he follows. He gets up and leaves the room, Louis left to stare after him. As soon as he shuts the bathroom door and hears the film resume, Harry covers his mouth and lets out a broken sob behind his palm. He slides down the wall until his bum hits the tile and covers his face with both hands. He bites his lip to muffle the loudest of his sobbing and wipes roughly at his face with the sleeves of his shirt. He lets himself have five minutes to cry it out, then he gets up again and washes his face of the tears with frigid water to numb his burning eyes and ease the redness. Without looking at himself in the mirror, he took a few deep breaths. He then went back to the sofa where his husband was still watching the film. It seemed to be wrapping up, but Harry sat down beside Louis again anyway, making sure to stay close but not touch him with his big, oafish body.  When the film ends, Harry heads silently to their bedroom. He quickly undresses down to his pants and then pulls out one of Louis’ oversized hoodies and a pair of his own loose joggers to sleep in. He didn’t often wear clothes to bed, but he didn’t want to see himself right now.  He slides under the covers just as Louis steps into the room. He’s glad that he sleeps facing the wall most nights. He closes his eyes with his face halfway under the covers and waits for Louis to get in bed with him. When Louis does, he slides over until he’s spooned right up against Harry and wraps both arms around his middle. Harry is never more grateful that he doesn’t say anything. ~~~ He doesn’t lift Louis up onto the counters anymore. 

[waxingrunes]

Hello. Tiny helps me get through so much please can we see him in a single picture again soon? Like the one where he practised Valentine’s Day? He’s my background and brings me so much peace

I was saving this until I had more Tinyisms to hand. Here lovely stranger have him being mesmerised by a balloon right before it all went wrong:

[buckysboobs]

my littl meow meow

[non-binharry]

It’s they way that I (5’2”) would let Harry sit on my lap just so I can call him pretty and pet his hair.

and he would let you, the tiny ass mf 😒

[tokyorry]

the way he holds his towel... tinyism :/

[soulbrke-blog]

tags

[non-binharry]

I wanted to study for my exam, and instead I am fighting stupid people on Twitter who are upset that people call Harry tiny. Partially, I blame it on being an Aries, and partially on following you for a bit too long. Anyway, at least I have my priorities right.

friend, every day is a great day to stick up for the tinyrry agenda, and i will die for the cause 🫡

[buckysboobs]

the tinyism seb radiates on todays contents lmao he's smol

HE'S SO BABY I WANNA BREED HIM