#but your story has come to a soff close

[riintarro]

#𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

⤷   pairings : suna rintaro, akaashi keiji, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, kenma kozume, miya osamu

⤷   author’s note : i ran out of ideas :D i wanted to write for more characters but i’m dry of scenarios. might make another part when i get more creative.

𝐑.𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀— this nap whore has no trouble falling asleep. anywhere, anytime, eyes closed and passed out. so he doesn’t really understand how you are still awake at 2am scrolling through your phone as if it wasn’t the middle of the night. maybe he’ll ask you what’s wrong, maybe he’ll chuck your phone away. either way, he’ll pull you closer into his body. plants your head into his chest, resting his chin on top, and has his arms around you. digs and runs his fingers through your hair, gently scratching your scalp, trying to coax you and make you relax. head scritches. he’ll have his eyes closed but makes sure he doesn’t fall asleep before you do. if this becomes a regular occurrence where multiple nights you have trouble sleeping, he will grow out his nails so that when he gives those head massages, they’ll feel twice as good. it also means more space for you to paint. if you return the favour, will literally melt in your grasp and fall asleep even faster than he already does.

𝐊.𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈— AAAAAAAAAAAAAAkaashi is the sweetest. can pick up easily when you’ve been having a hard time sleeping. notices the sluggish behaviour, the constant yawns, fluttering eyelids, all the signs that point to your loss of sleep. doesn’t need to even ask you; he knows. will read to you. bedtime stories :). his calming aura and soft voice makes you drowsy, but when he starts humming a tune, it’s over. his voice is quite melodic, even if it’s tried and there are a few off-key notes. it’s kinda like trying to make a baby go to sleep. you’re his baby :’) but not in that way, you know the fuck i’m trying to say ;;;;. as he’s reading, he’ll have a hand on your cheek, either just having it there to have some sort of contact or will be caressing it. he’ll smile if you snuggle closer into his hip or the crook of his neck.

𝐇.𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈— this man needs to stay in his lane cuz he gonna make me act up like sheeiit. he catches onto your problem pretty quickly. if you’re having trouble sleeping because of stress, will be really worried for you. it better not be someone or so help him, that he will beat their ass like a baker beating their dough. he’ll gesture you to come climb onto of him and lay on top of his chest. even though you’ve been in a relationship for quite some time, he’ll always get flustered around you. you make him soff soff. he does a thing where he matches your heartbeat and breathing, and gradually slows his down to calm you down. the movement of his chest as he breathes cradles you and relaxes you.

𝐓.𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎— he’s probably the reason why you can’t sleep. he’s either hella fucking horny or just really really hyper. but he’s not stupid. i mean maybe a little but no one asked for details. when he does notice your messed up sleep schedule, he’ll try to help you as much as he can. will pull you to sit in his lap, wrap your legs around his waist and have his hands on either your ass or thighs. he gets you to sleep in his arms and then will carry you to bed after. he’ll draw little pictures on your skin. hearts, stickmen, dicks, you name it. sometimes he’ll write things too. “i love you”, “you’re cute”, “kitten”, “my sweet potato”, you know. couple shit. whether you understand what he draws or writes is up to you but having his warmth mixed with yours is comforting. 

𝐊.𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀— ah fellow insomniac. i relate to kenma on a spiritual level. he probably is already used to his fucked up sleep schedule so staying up late into the night is normal for him. though, he does think it’s unfair and unhealthy for you to develop this habit. if he notices you gradually start staying up later than usual, will quickly try to stop that. keeps your shared bedroom clean and makes sure no phones or work related items are in the room. just creates the perfect environment to sleep in. if that still doesn’t work, then he’ll gently spoon you and cover you like an extra blanket. has an arm around your side and resting on your stomach. it’s quite relaxing and comfortable that he’ll also fall asleep. a win-win.

𝐌.𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔— makes sure that you’re not eating anything spicy or greasy before you sleep. maybe once in a while for a bit of flavour but generally will refrain from cooking things that will cause you sleeping problems. and if all that still doesn’t help, gets you to drink warm beverages before bed. has a pitcher of warm water next to your bed for this reason, and refills it every night.

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[lihikainanea]

MISS LEILANI. I'VE BEEN REREADING YOUR FICS and I had a thought. Remember tiger plushie being a permanent fixture in their relationship? What if, during Tiger's amnesia and them sleeping in different beds, Bill was cuddling Tiger Plushie because he misses cuddles with her, as much as he respects Tiger's wishes. As Tiger slowly recovers and trusts Bill enough to sleep in the same bed, she sees the plushie and goes, "Oh, what's this cutie???" and Bill smiles, ready to tell her all about it.

ohh baby my soff heart :*-)

I love the history of their tiger plushie a whole lot just because I think it's really sweet. And I think that plushie has been with them through a whole hell of a lot--Bill takes it with him on trips, sometimes. But it also gets mailed back and forth a lot, because Bill needs it but then tiger gets really down when he's gone so long so he mails it to her and it smells like him and she's so comforted and full of warm fuzzy feelings, but then Bill will get all down when he's on a new set a few weeks later and it's been two months since he's seen her so she'll mail it to HIM and it'll smell like her and maybe she even wraps a pair of her lacy panties around it, because tiger is a bit of a minx.

But then like, tiger got a big ole' head bonk. And Bill, Bill is just doing everything he can to be there for her, to try and heal--and while tiger definitely got the short end of the stick on that one, it's also hard on Bill because he's the one who remembers how things used to be. He's the one who remembers how close they were, the intimacy they shared. And he misses that--god, he misses it, but there's nothing he can do as she tries to remember. So instead, he gets comfort form that silly little tattered tiger plushie that he got her--the one that has been all over the world--and he snuggles that instead, keeps it tucked into his chest and wraps his big frame around the tiny thing as best he can.

And maybe that first night, that first night where she still doesn't remember but she knows that this is definitely a guy that she believes she loved--maybe she rolls over onto it, furrows her brows, and pulls it out from under her hip. She holds it up and god--the smile Bill gets on his face, it's all kindness and nostalgia, it's gentle and calm and turns his lips up ever so slightly. And tiger thinks yeah--this is a guy that she could love again, if ever she didn't get her memory back.

"What's this?" she asks, wiggling it a little and flicks one of its ears.

"It's a long story," he murmurs.

"I've got time, bud."

And he tells her. He tells her all of it. In the middle of his story, he hears her stomach rumble so he pauses--tucks the tiger into her chest and tells her he'll be right back. He comes back with a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, crusts cut off and cut into neat triangles--and then he takes the tiger from her, tucks it into the crook of his elbow, and continues to tell her all the places its been, all the times she has asked for it (when Granny died, whenever she's not feeling well), and all the times he has needed it.

[datorchoe]

SFW and NSFW headcanons for Vingalmo and Garan Marethi 👀

Bro, y’all need to stop asking me obscure characters cause I keep simping for them 😩

WARNING!! NSFW UNDERCUT!

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SFW

Vingalmo

- Vingalmo is quite the gentleman. He is the type of guy to kiss your hand and buy you flowers. Mans worships the ground you walk on at this point. Flaunts you everywhere he goes. 

- Speaking of, this man's love language is gifts. 100%. He’s the type of dude to smother you in gifts. He will also DIE if you get him a gift of some kind. One thing he has gotten is a matching set of bracelets for the two of you. 

- He isn’t a very affectionate person, but he will cuddle you if you ask. He would never initiate it though. No one can know he's soff!

- He definitely rants to you about Orthjolf. He talks so much trash about him, you almost think he’s fallen in love with him. You tease him occasionally about it. 

Garan Marethi 

- This poor bastard is so goddamn tired it's not even funny. He loves laying down and cuddling with you and having you run your fingers through his hair. It makes him feel better. 

- He also tends to talk about the past a lot. No matter how old you are or how many times you’ve heard his story, he’ll ramble about things he’s done for HOURS. 

- But, Garan is a very attentive lover. He can always tell when you’re upset or need something. Don’t even try to be sad in his presence cause he’ll notice and fix it immediately. 

- Garan also LOVES taking baths with you. It's one of his favorite things to do because you two can just be close and take care of one another. 

NSFW

Vingalmo

- Vingalmo is a very tall boi, and the curtains match the drapes. He's probably about 7 inches long, but he's somewhat slimmer than most. 

- I kind of see him as a sub for some reason. Like, he’s on the bottom, but he's always complimenting you and telling you how good you feel. 

- I can see him as the type to steal your underwear and use them to get off later. The freak. 

- He also definitely gets pegged and no one can tell me otherwise. He keeps up this cocky attitude in public but he's a total sub when it comes to you. 

Garan Marethi

- I don’t think he’d be quite as big as Vingalmo, but maybe about 5.5 inches long. He is way thicker than Vingalmo though. 

- Definitely a dom. He doesn’t like being out of control. However, he does love himself a good battle for dominance. 

- Garan is also really into choking. He loves watching you almost pass out from pleasure and lack of oxygen. But don’t worry he’s an expert at this, he knows when to stop. 

- He’s lowkey and anal guy. He doesn’t really know why he likes it better, he just does. Dat ass just hit different. 

[azure-steel]

@sungwrath​ said: Do you have any controversial headcanons that go against what is generally accepted by the fandom? Do you incorporate this into writing your muse or keep it to yourself? Ask me questions about my muse.    

Hmm, this is a difficult question to answer because there’s already so much about Cloud which could be considered controversial in canon as is. But I suppose I have this brain worm wriggling around that Cloud allows his lack of coherent memory to get to him more than we’re actually shown? 

As in, as far as we can see he brushes off these insufferable blank spots with a meagre “I’m fine, it doesn’t matter” and we’re not really privy to any inner thought process or how he actually feels about them following these instances - just that momentary ‘Ow this hurts, I don’t like this!!’ and little else after the fact because we don’t have the pleasure of hearing what’s going on in his head when these instances are over. 

I suppose what I’m getting at is that you can compare the two, like OG is the book and the Remake is the movie, the way these two games work in regards to getting into a characters head are wholly dissimilar due to the new formats they’ve used for the characters to communicate with you as the audience. With that being said, however, Remake gives you the opportunity to come to your own conclusions in these matters, so there’s that. 

Like I mostly base my muse off OG canon more so than Remake mainly because I prefer how Cloud develops and handles himself in OG, so my take on Cloud is probably a bit harder around the edges than Remake canon dictates. I don’t care what anyone says, Cloud IS a lot softer in Remake given that the dev’s allowed this side of him to show itself much earlier than in OG canon (And he flip flops between SOFF and WANKER a little bit too much for me which sometimes came off as seeming a bit inconsistent in his development but that is purely of my own opinion, I’m not expecting anyone to agree ^^). This isn’t a slight on his character, it was just the first noticeable difference I picked up on during my playthrough. 

That, and in OG the absence of his own history is often shown through instances of white noise to symbolise those empty spaces in his head, so when you finally get to know who he really is, where he came from and what made him, you can be lead to believe that he possibly lied (without malicious intent of course!!) in order to fill in those gaps and force himself to seem a sort of cohesive whole in the eyes of his peers. His mind is much younger than his body after all so it makes perfect sense to me that he’d do something like that to at least save face as opposed to the pain inducing flashbacks and the brush off’s he gives to those concerned about his welfare during his momentary blackouts. 

I’m waffling hahaha, God -- I could talk about this boy forever... I’ll try to tie this up. 

In short, a controversial HC for my muse is that he is DANGEROUSLY mentally ill, and that perhaps he is more aware of this factor than in canon but decides to simply ignore it or perhaps just accept it as a facet to his own psyche. My muse walks a very thin line between sanity and insanity though he does, of course, lean a little closer to the former. I wouldn’t say that I keep this to myself as such, more rather that I haven’t had the opportunity to really explore it in rp It’s a touchy subject so... yeah. 

This kid is FUCKED UP, no matter how much anyone want to dress it up and perhaps unintentionally dismiss that he has some very serious mental/developmental issues that he simply does not have the fundamental tools to deal with. The fact that he’s prone to not letting people too close - despite the fact that he struggles to cope so well by himself - makes this matter much worse for him in the long run. I feel that sometimes fandom is guilty of forgetting that Cloud is suffering A LOT pretty much from the beginning of the game right up until the end and into AC. You know, because he’s pretty and strong and the hero of the story, I understand how that happens because once upon a time, I was guilty of that too. 

[ghostbustermelanieking]

#32: It looks good on you.

32. “It looks good on you.”

thank you to everyone who advised me on this premise!! i owe you everything and you owe me nothing

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It's a chilly morning in October when he says it. They're lying in her bed, the curtains thrown back and sunlight streaming in through the windows when he says it, her head on his shoulder and most of the comforter bunched up around her. He says it slow, his voice deep and barely teasing, so she knows he means it. He says, “Wanna get married today?”

She lifts her head to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise and maybe an ounce of caution. She says, “You're kidding.”

“Dead serious, Scully.” He strokes the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, cupping the shape of her skull. He smiles a little, the sides of his eyes crinkling, his thumb nudging the side of her cheek. “If you want to,” he adds carefully.

She shifts next to him, her stomach pressing awkwardly against his side, their faces bent together but not too close. Her palm slipping over his chest. “Mulder, we've been hiding our relationship because we don't want our partnership to be terminated. I guarantee you the FBI will terminate it if a marriage shows up on their court documents.”

His smile thins, but only a little. “They're putting our section up for budgetary review, Scully,” he says gently. “They've closed us down once. They'll do it again.”

“Oh, Mulder, how many times have they shut us down and changed their mind? We've kept at this for seven years and it still hasn't ended.” She lowers her head back to his shoulder, still sleepy in the way she can only be on a Saturday morning, curled up in bed with her partner. “And marriage,” she adds muffedly into his neck, “marriage won't help the cause.”

“I dunno that there's a cause to help.” He scratches her spine gently in a way that makes her hum pleasantly in the back of her throat. “What I'm saying is,” he says quietly, mouth bent down towards her ear, “we don't have to not do this because of the Files.”

The blinks in surprise, several times. That was one thing that she never, ever expected to hear. She lifts her head to look at him again in astonishment. He's still looking at her, his face dead serious, his eyes dark and soff. “Mulder… you're not saying you want to do this because you think the Files might be closed…” she says cautiously.

“No, no, of course not,” he says quickly. “I… It's something I've wanted to do for a long time, I think, and I just… it seemed like the right time. But not because of the Files.”

She shakes her head, almost in disbelief. “Then why'd you bring it up?” she asks softly.

“You brought it up, Scully,” he says, really teasing now, and she bites back a grin. He pushes hair behind her ears, leans up to kiss her temple. “I knew that our jobs would be your first argument, and I wanted to let you know that it might not be a problem,” he amends.

She'd thought he was joking. She'd really thought he was joking because this is exactly the kind of joke he would make. She lets her head drop bonelessly to the pillow, overwhelmed. “Oh, Mulder,” she whispers again, her eyes half-shut, her palm still pressed over his chest. She can feel his heart under her fingers.

She'd thought he was joking, but maybe she should've known. By the way he smiled that night on the couch, at her words: I'm fairly happy. By the way he's been looking at her lately, like she is everything that matters in the world. By every little moment they've had in the past year, and every moment that preceded it. There'd come a moment where she had more or less dismissed the idea of marriage—it hadn't seemed sensible, after a few years. But now… now it doesn't seem so crazy. It doesn't seem crazy at all.

He rubs his nose against her scalp, one hand touching the side of her head, his warm, callused palm. He whispers, “It's okay if it's not something you're interested in right now, Scully. Or ever. I just… being the last man left on Earth puts some things into perspective, you know?” He kisses her hair, in the spot just behind her ear. “I wanted you to know I was willing,” he murmurs. “But… I don't want you to feel obliga—”

The rest of his words are swallowed as she rises up on the mattress, seizes his face in her hands and kisses him. “Okay,” she mumbles into his mouth.

He draws back from her, hand on her jaw, looking a little dazed as if he's been hit by a truck. Like he didn't really expect her to say yes. “Okay?” he repeats, dumbfounded.

“Yeah,” she says, and she can feel a grin breaking out over her face. A part of her is tempted to analyze this further, to question whether or not it's a good idea, but she finds she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to question it. She kisses him again, briefer this time. “Virginia has no waiting period, you know,” she adds, and the look on his face is enough to wash away every ounce of doubt in her body.

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They're at the courthouse within two hours. It feels like a rush, like time moving too fast. They both dress in more of a hurry than they do for work—ironically, Mulder thinks, when there isn't any sort of deadline. He doesn't have any idea how to dress, so he dresses as if it were a work day, knotting a horrible tie around his neck that he remembers Scully complimenting a while ago. He's shrugging on a coat when Scully enters, in a sweater and jeans, her hair straight and tucked behind her ears, the light dusting of freckles across her nose. She blushes a little when she sees him. “I feel a little underdressed,” she says, spreading her palms a bit self-deprecatingly. “Especially considering the occasion.”

He shakes his head immediately. He feels a grin coming on again; he's going to be smiling like an idiot the rest of the day. “Don't be ridiculous,” he says. “It looks good on you. It looks excellent on you.”

Her face turns a little redder, her head bent down, the corners of her mouth upturned. She lifts her hands with the car keys, jangling, and murmurs, “Should we get going?”

“Yeah,” he says. He leans down to kiss her cheek as he passes her.

The drive feels too brief and too long all at the same time. He finds himself restlessly tapping his fingers on the wheel. Scully watches things flit past the window, her head tipped absently against the glass. She bursts out laughing as they drive through a suburban neighborhood, passing a house decked out in Halloween decorations. “What's wrong?” Mulder asks, suddenly worried that she's going to snap to her senses and tell him to turn around and go home.

“We should've waited a few days, Mulder,” she says, giggly. “For Halloween.” When he shoots her a blank look, she clarifies, “Mr. and Mrs. Spooky? We're playing right into people's expectations of us.”

He shakes his head ruefully, chuckling. “I wouldn't give them the satisfaction,” he says. “We're doing this for us, not for them.”

She smiles, reaches out and rubs her thumb over his knuckles. They ride the rest of the way to the courthouse in silence.

The line for the marriage license is about as long as one can expect in a legal building. They stand restlessly and wait, Mulder leaning close and making up idle stories about the people around them to make her giggle. He thinks about reaching down and grabbing her hand, and then he realizes that there is nothing stopping him. This is their wedding day. It sounds so strange, but it feels right. It feels like, silly as it sounds, that this is where they were supposed to end up.

He reaches down, brushing his fingers over the soft underside of her wrist before intertwining their fingers. She looks up at them in instinctive surprise—they usually try to avoid showing affection in public out of habit—but it fades immediately. She squeezes his hand and leans absently into his side.

After they've signed the license, black ink smeared on their hands, they linger a bit. Mulder can't stop staring at the looping letters of their names. He rocks back on his heels and looks up at Scully, who is still staring at the piece of paper. “Do you want to call your mom?” he asks.

She swallows and looks up, shaking her head. “I'll call her later,” she says. “But this… this is just for us.”

He wraps an arm around her shoulder and squeezes her close, tucking his nose into her hair. Her hand presses against his ribs, her fingers spreading as if playing a xylophone. “You ready?” he murmurs, cupping her elbow in his palm, and she nods.

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The wedding ceremony is low-key. It's so overwhelming that Mulder doesn't even register most of it. He says what he is supposed to say, but he isn't listening. He is mostly looking at Scully. Watching the tip of her chin, the way her hair falls across her forehead, the deep blue of her eyes. He loves her more than he can put into words. They don't hold hands, but they're standing close enough that their thumbs are touching.

When the judge pronounces them husband and wife, a lump builds up in Mulder's throat as if he's going to cry. He links thumbs with Scully and finds that her hands are trembling. They stand, as if spellbound, until the judge directs them to leave. She doesn't kiss him in the room, but as soon as they've exited the courthouse, she turns towards him, facing him. Her hand wraps around his tie; she tugs him down to kiss him. He pulls her flush against him, hugging her tight. “Thanks for marrying me,” he says, and she chuckles low in her throat. He hugs her close on the steps, ignoring the people passing them. “I love you,” he says.

She's quiet for a long moment—a moment so long, it might make him nervous if she hadn't just married him. But then she looks up at him, her hand on the back of his neck, her eyes full of tears. “I love you,” she says.

His tie slips through her fingers. They stand closer together as an icy wind blows past. Mulder shivers, immediately thinking, I should give her my coat. And then he stops. He stops to correct himself: his wife. He should give his wife his coat.

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He does give his wife his coat, slipping it over her shoulders, and she tries to talk him into taking it back all the way to the car, and he just keeps refusing until she rolls her eyes so hard it hurts. She climbs into the driver's seat of the car and he climbs into the passenger seat, and he buckles his seatbelt, expecting her to drive off, but she doesn't. She shifts awkwardly in her seat, clearing her throat and lifting her chin nervously. “I have something for you,” she says, her voice quivering, just a little. Almost indecipherably. “I-I probably should've given it to you in there, but…” She breaks off mid-sentence, dipping her head again and reaching into the pocket of her jeans.

She's so serious it almost scares Mulder, and he is about to make some crack about the coat he gave her just to lighten the mood, when she brings her hand back up and the words get caught in her throat. Sitting in the palm of her hand is a gold wedding band, simple and too large for her fingers. It looks old, like it's some sort of heirloom. He doesn't know what to say.

She clears her throat awkwardly, the ring cradled in her palm like a precious thing. “This… this was my father's,” she says, her voice wavering between steady and unsteady. “He left it to me in his will. They wanted me to have it… and I dug it out of my closet this morning, before we left.” She gulps. “And I-I know it's not very traditional, but I want you to have it.” She looks up, and her eyes are teary again. “If you want it,” she adds gingerly.

He's shellshocked. He can barely speak. “Scully…” he bites out, astounded and honored and on the verge of tears himself. “Are you sure? I… I don't know that I…”

“Yes, you do,” she says stubbornly, as if reading his mind. “I want to give it to you. And you do deserve it, Mulder. You do. You're my husband now.” Her voice cracks on the word husband, as if she can't believe it either.

He can barely breathe, his chest is too tight. He really is going to cry. “Scully,” he whispers shakily, and leans forward to hug her, but the seatbelt tightens, locking him in place. “Shit,” he mutters, and they both chuckle wetly. Scully thumbs tears from her own eyes and moves in to wrap her arms around his shoulders. It's an awkward hug, the seatbelt cutting into both of their necks, but neither of them notices.

She holds him tightly for a minute before leaning back and grabbing his hand in hers, sliding the ring over his fourth finger. It bumps over his knuckles before settling into place. She holds his hand in both of hers and smiles wobbily at him. His wife. “It looks good on you,” she says.

[kissme-hs]

Wove

Hi there! Daddy Harry has got me fucked up :) Here is one more fluff. Hope you like it. Btw talk to me about astrology or if you need any help or just wanna talk, my asks are always open. Feedbacks please:).

Word count :: 1470

You were seven months into pregnancy. Having a round belly whilst having two monkeys at home wasn’t an easy thing. The mood swings and hormones weren’t a much of big help as well. Rose and Noah were only 4 and a half and 3 respectively. quite young the babies were. Plus Harry being busy with the movie promotion and new single coming up was difficult, though he always tried to give you time as much as he can.

You groaned siting down on the couch. The soft spongy stuff giving relief to your hips and your swollen feet as you rest them on the coffee table in front of you. You just had gotten Noah to sleep and now you were beyond exhausted. Harry was at work. Rose in school. Harry had told you that he’d pick Rose up from her school the morning he left so one thing was off your list to worry about.

You closed your eyes and laid head back trying to relax when you sudden pressure on your stomach. She was kicking again. It was a weird thing for you to have her kick during a specific time. In mornings she’s calm but as it makes to afternoon, her hype self starts and so does her legs. You rubbed the swell of your belly trying to get her calm down.

“Hype baby aren’t you? ” you smiled to self with the thought of once again having small bundle of joy in your arms in a few days.  Time went like sand slipping through fingers. It’s like you blinked and your babies were this much big. Though they were pain in nose sometimes, you loved them endlessly. For a mother, her children are her everything. She devotes herself to her kids. So did you. Rose and Noah meant everything to you. They were the centre of your world.

“Can’t wait to meet you Snow.” You whispers as a fast tear rolled down your cheek.

When you found out that this one is gonna be a girl, Harry suggested to name her Snow. Beatiful and pure as it.

“y/n!!!!” Harry came running to you where you stood in the bathroom.

“look its snowing! First Snow fo winter!” He said excitedely. He had so much passion and love in his eyes. No matter how old he grew, he still was a kid at heart. But when his eyes when to the thing which had you distracted from him, he teared up. Blinking your own tears away you nodded smilig. Positve the test showed. One more baby was on the way.

“If it’s a girl can we call her Snow?” he asked with hope in his eyes. All you did was nod and embraced him in a tight hug.

And basically that’s how he came up with it and with the name Rose and Noah as well. Rose because, when she was born she was pink as it and Harry found her immensely delicate. So you guys decided to stop on that name. Noah becasue when he was born, Harry though that he looked more like Ryan Gosling. Though you didn’t think like that, to you he looked like Harry only but for his happiness you let Harry name him Noah. All three names were admirable and suited your kids personality perfectly.

Rose was beautiful and delicate like one. She was kind and was just like her father. Gentle and humble.

Noah was much like you. Bubbly, talkitive and had brown straight hair unlike Rose who had curls at the end. But he too had a kind heart like his father.

Harry was no doubt brought upp a gentleman by his mother. And he was doing the same for kids. Along with you, he gave kids the best habbits he could. How you should always brush your teeth before bed, how you should fold your own clothes, carry your plate to he kitchen etc.Though they were bit too young, he wanted to have it from the beginning. And when kids started following his rules, you could see the happiness and pride in his eyes glistening with love for his kids.

“momma?” You heard small croacked voice. Opening your eyes, you saw Noah standing with tears in his eyes. His hair were messy and his pyajamas was scrunched along with his tee. He had his penguin fluffy toy tucked under his arm. His lips bottom started to wobble so without wasting a time you called him to you.

“baby c'mere. What’s wrong?” You cooed as you opened your arms for the toddler to come in them and being momma’s boy, he gladly did so.

“what happened?” you asked tucking him under your right hand and he insantly hide his face in your chest. You rubbed his back with one hand and ran other in his soft hair.

“yeh wove meh no more afte’ baby come” he said. There was a hint of sadness in his voice, how the tiny baby boy was desperately hurt thinking that his mother won’t love him after the new baby. Hearing those words broke you just like every mother. How could you ever stop loving him? But the poor three year old believed that you could.

“oh no no bubba. Momma can never stop loving her precious baby.” you said holding up your own tears. You felt his grip going tight on you. His tiny arms couldn’t reach your back but rested on the swell of your belly.

“b-because new baby is small and need momma more” he said weeping as he oulled away to face you. His nose pink along with his cheek and ears. You cupped his small face and rubbed his tears strained cheek. Collecting the small tear soff his eyes you leaned in to peck his forehead.

“that’s right. Baby is gonna be so tiny and will need mommy but, that doesn’t mean that mommy will stop loving you. Even Rose had to share me with you when you were born. You were so tiny that you need to be looked after all th etime, but that didn’t made mommy to stop loving Rose. now did it huh?” you asked softly still rubbing his cheek. He shook his head sniffling.

“i-i don’t wanna share mommy” he cried once again clutching onto to you and this time, it was bad. He was so innocent that the thought of him sharing his mommy with the new baby was unbearable for him.

“hey hey. Baby look at meh” you said cradling his face. He stared at you sniffling with those green eyes he resembled from his daddy. You smiled softly and put his hand on your belly. His hand small baby hand scrunched at first but eventually flatend on your belly. And soon there was a kick. And taking you by surprise, Noah eyes were wide open and mouth big agaped.

“momma!!! Something happen!!!” he said. Tears now were forgotten.

“yes baby!! It’s your sister. She says she loves you. She just high fived you from momma’s tummy!” you exclaimed gigglng. His face expression changed from surprise to happiness as he sat properly so that he can look at your tummy properly.

“Really mommy?” he asked.

“yed baby!! try again” you said and so he did it again. And once again you felt the kicks. His smiled grew and next thing you knew was Noah kissing your belly.

“I wove you too baby sister.” he said out of love. The heartwarming scene brought tears to your eyes.

“How was you’ day?” Harry asked rubbing your shoulder with your face hidden in his neck. At last you had your man and all you wanted was to have a nice warm cuddle with him. It was past kids bedtime and they were already tucked in beds.

“good. Noah started crying because he thought after Snow is born i won’t love him.” You mumbled pecking the soft skin of his neck.

“really? wha’ happened next?” he asked showing interest in hearing out about his baby. Harry missed spending time with kids so he made uo by hearing to their stories.

“I made him feel the kick a-” you were going on but the loud thud made you pull away. You saw Noah running through your bedroon door and crawling on the bed betweeen you two. Carefully he leaned in and kissed your belly softly and then hugged it.

“love you snowie. I wove you. Always. I am your bwig brother.” He said and ran off to his room before kissing your tummy one more time.

“He fell in love with his sister.” you smiled watching him go and tilted your head to look at harry who had tears in his eyes. You cuddled to him and let him be. Fathers did needed to cry. They’re fathers after all.

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Billy is a big boy, right? Like, even when he's soft there's still a good amount for Tiger to wrap her smol hand around. And I LoVe how she snuggles up against him, with his arms and legs wrapped around her & his thumb in her mouth, and her fingers just find there way down there. And maybe bc he's such a furnace her hands aren't really that cold now, and so he barely registers as she cradles his manhood. I know you talked about this b4 but I'm feeling so soft for sleepy bill & cuddly Tiger -🍒

cuddly tiger ALWAYS GOD.

Also--sweet cherry nani baby--can I tell you a small story? It has nothing to do with this ask, but I will get to this ask. So your emoji is cherries, right? And ya’ girl Lei, she loves cherries. Particularly sour cherries. Now look, I--along with like all the pastry chefs across the world--are on some sort of sour cherry kick this summer. I want them. I want ALL of them. I want to make sour cherry jam. I want to make a sour jelly galette with an almond cream filling. I want to make sour cherry pie. Muffins. ALL OF IT. And all I see are these beautiful crates and cases coming from local farms but every time I call they are ALL OUT and I am just devastated. I was whining to my best friend about it--my best friend whom I have known for over 12 years. I was bemoaning my lack-of-sour-cherry fate, and then low and behold, she chimes in with this gem.

“How have I never told you that I have a sour cherry tree in my backyard?”

!!!!!

And she literally never eats them. Leaves them to the birds. So tomorrow, I am driving to her place with a fucking CRATE and a ladder, and I am stripping her tree of sour cherries.

right, now on to this ask.

I am soff and cuddly but also fussy and so uncomfortable this week, and the thought of comfy, safe tiger all curled up and knocked out cold on him...my wee heart. It does the pitter putter flitter flutter. And maybe she fell asleep to his soft pets and belly rubs--stretched out on her side with him in close behind her, his thumb in her mouth, his other hand rubbing slow circles on her tummy. And she’s loving it, it feels so good, but sometimes she also just wants to burrow in his chest and smell him and silently ask for those feather soft kisses he always presses all on her face, and she also wants--yes indeed--wants to hold her Big Dude. It’s a comfort thing, probably much like cockwarming is for both of them. They don’t talk about it. It doesn’t need to be talked about. Tiger loves holding him and Bill loves being uh, held.

So she grunts a bit, turns over slowly. And Bill’s heart explodes because every time she does, both of her hands latch onto the hand by her mouth, just to make sure that glorious thumb doesn’t get away on her. He smiles softly at her as she noses at his chest, sticks her face right in there and sniffs, and he presses those soft kisses that she loves anywhere he can reach. He swings a leg around her--just out of habit, really--but it ends up being perfect. Because tiger glides her hands down from his chest, slides them slowly right into his boxers, and just grabs a really light hold of him. Closes her hands around him all soft and gentle like. And Bill just loves it, nuzzling her cheek as he lets out a deep sigh.

[lihikainanea]

The other ask was...what would happen if Tiger was in an accident and she had to go to the hospital and Bill was out of town and she didn't want him know and worry about her so she didnt tell him and he finds out later from a mutual friend.

Oh my goddddddddd babes, my soff heart.

Alright look, follow me here, alright? A little while ago, I wrote a small blurb on how tiger once totalled her car. What if this happened at the same time? But like, did he find out from a mutual friend, or did he come home and find her all banged up? God I don’t know let’s see where this goes.

Maybe Bill was indeed away somewhere. So tiger’s car gets smashed and all things considered, she’s mostly okay. Maybe a broken wrist, or at least a really badly bruised one. She’s got a black eye and a split lip from the air bag, the seatbelt left a huge, angry bruise across her chest and hell maybe it even cracked a rib. She’s shaken up and she’s actually hurt, but tiger has a lot of people in her life who love her--her parents, her friends circle. And even in her shook up state when all she wants is Bill, she can’t bear to throw this on him--because she knows how much it would destroy him, how worried he would be for her, how he would drop absolutely everything and come running to her side. Tiger is not alone, and maybe if she was this would be a different story, but she has...other people. And those people are not Bill, but in a time of crisis, they’re still people she loves and trusts and she’d rather lean on them than cause an absolute panic with Bill.

She’s brought to the hospital to be patched up, but when she sees the suture kit come out she breaks down, heaves, panics to the point where the doctors probably have to hold her down a bit, lest she fuck up her recently reset wrist or hurt her ribs even worse. In her delirium she yells for Bill, sobs for him, and the doctors probably decide that it’s better for everyone--including her--if they go ahead and sedate her a bit. Once she’s out they stitch up her lip, and thankfully her wrist doesn’t need a full cast so they wrap it instead and she’s wheeled out to where her parents are waiting. She spends a few days with them, just because she’s definitely going to need some help at least until the pain subsides.

And she doesn’t say a word to Bill. Despite how scared she is, the nightmares she’s getting, the flashbacks, the pain she’s in--every time he calls her, she fakes a happy voice, and doesn’t mention a goddamn thing.

He’s back a few weeks later and thankfully by then at least the black eyes have faded, the stitches in her lip have dissolved. Her torso is still a mess of cuts and bruises from the seatbelt--deep, angry contusions that still cause her breath to hitch every time she moves too quickly. Her wrist still has a thick padded bandage, but she’s wearing a big wool sweater that can mask it a bit. She’s still not sure how--or if--she’s going to tell him, but she definitely needs a plan because she knows the first thing he’s going to do is reach for her, back her up into the bedroom, pull her clothes off. She needs to find some excuse to just hold him off for awhile, until she heals and the marks are gone.

She didn’t anticipate it to work, really, but it was worth a shot.

And when he came in that night, unlocking her door and putting his suitcase down, he beamed when he saw her.

“Hey kid,” he greeted, “I wasn’t sure if you were home. I didn’t see your car.”

“It’s in the shop,” she says without missing a beat, “Needed an oil change and a tune up.”

He kicks off his shoes, opening his arms to her. She smiles wide, tucking in to them.

“Hi,” she greets, and he captures her lips in a deep kiss.

“Hi,” he murmurs when he breaks the kiss, “I missed you.”

And then he presses his chest to hers, pulling her in to a tight hug. Tiger clenches her eyes shut, gritting her teeth when he squeezes her, her ribs screaming in pain. He mistakes her gasp for one full of good emotions--that she missed him, and it feels good to be back in his arms--and to her complete horror he squeezes her even tighter. She has tears in her eyes when he finally pulls away, but thankfully--he misinterprets that too. Because at this point--how could he possibly know?

“You big sap,” he jokes as he swipes her cheeks with his thumbs, “Getting all emotional already.”

She smiles and fakes a bit of a laugh despite the stabbing pain it causes in her ribs.

“Come on, I made you food,” she tries as she turns to walk down the hall--anything to keep his mind away from the bedroom, and trying to take her clothes off.

It doesn’t work. In fact, it backfires. Spectacularly.

“Great,” he says cheerily, “But I’m going to devour you, first.”

And then he grabs onto her wrist--but it’s her bad wrist. And the shriek that tiger let out was the worst sound he had ever heard and he retracted his hand immediately as she clutched her wrist and choked back a sob. But the sudden movement, the deep inhale as she tried to breathe through the pain, also just sent a searing flash through her chest and ribs and she doubled over, clutching at them too. Bill is staring at her, panicked, but he tries to stay calm.

“Tiger,” he says calmly, “What happened?”

She breathes, a sharp inhale through her nose, and tries to stand up straight.

“Nothing,” she said, “Just my carpal tunnel acting up again.”

And she turns away because she can’t control the pain contorting her features anymore, but Bill isn’t buying it for one second. And he quickly moves, gets in front of her, and stops her in her tracks.

Before she can react he grabs her elbow, pulls up the sleeve of her shirt, and reveals the thick, intricate wrap on her wrist. Bill’s blood runs cold. Because like, here’s the thing, right? If tiger just hurt her wrist, she would have told him that in one of their conversations. The kid’s clumsy, she’s always getting little injuries here and there and it’s no big deal. But the fact that she got hurt, and that she didn’t tell him, means that she’s hiding something. It means that she’s much, much more hurt than what he’s just seeing here.

“Tiger,” he closes his eyes for a brief second to try and get his emotions under control, “What. Happened.”

She bites her lip, tries to avoid his gaze, but he grabs onto her chin softly. Her eyes well with tears.

“I got into a car accident,” she mumbles lowly. Bill doesn’t blink, his eyes are just glaring holes through hers, and he doesn’t let her pull her chin away.

“I’m okay,” she continues nervously, “I just got a little banged up.”

“Where else are you banged up, tiger?” he asks, and his voice is dangerously low. He’s not mad, he’s just absolutely terrified.

She sniffles, hesitates for a second, but then she grabs the hem of her shirt. She slowly lifts it over her head, wincing a little when she lifts her arms, and then tosses it to the side. She looks up at him, and waits for his reaction. His eyes are scanning her, widening in disbelief at the sheer amount and depth of the bruises littering her ribs and her chest, and he sucks in a breath.

“Tiger,” he whispers and his voice cracks, “Are you okay?”

She nods.

“It’s better now,” she says. Bill looks like he’s losing it, his eyes well with tears but he blinks them back, bending to get a better look at her ribs. He reaches a hand out, looking up at her for permission. She nods.

“Is anything broken?” he asks, and he softly glides his fingertips over her bruised skin.

“Two ribs,” she mumbles, “And a bruised sternum. All from the seatbelt.”

He bites his lip, but then in a flash he’s upright again, and he’s grabbing her face and kissing the hell out of her. She squeaks in surprise but then kind of melts into it, and I’ll bet the poor bean even cries. She didn’t like hiding this from him. She didn’t like lying. But she also didn’t like that he wasn’t here, that he couldn’t help her, take care of her. She hates that all of this happened. But now she’s just...she’s glad he’s here. Because that accident terrified her, it made her so scared, and even though she’s been surrounded by people taking care of her, all she wanted was him. And now he’s here, and he knows, and he can help. And she finally fucking feels safe again, for the first time a long time. The tears are wetting her cheeks and he’s swiping them away, kissing her harder until she can’t breathe. And when he finally breaks apart and rests his forehead on hers, his chest is heaving and his eyes are still closed.

“Tiger, why didn’t you tell me?” he asks. And it’s not accusatory in the least. He wants to be angry, wants to be so mad at her for keeping this a secret because if he had known then he could have helped. He wants to be furious, but he’s just....terrified. He’s so scared for her, and it’s so strong that it’s the only emotion he’s capable of feeling.

“I didn’t want you to worry,” she sniffles, “I knew that if I told you, you would've dropped everything and come home. And I didn’t want you to do that.”

He’s silent, still just breathing her in, trying to absorb everything she’s telling him.

“Are you mad at me?” she mumbles. He opens his eyes, kisses her deeply again.

“I’m a lot of things right now,” he tells her honestly, his voice cracking, as he cups her cheeks again, “I’m angry that you hid this from me, yes. But more than that...I’m thankful that you’re only a little banged up, and that it wasn’t worse. I’m worried, because I know that you’re in pain. I’m scared, because I can’t even imagine how scared you must have been. And I’m glad that I’m home, so that we can figure this out together.”

She nods softly, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his chest.

“Tiger are you.....are you okay?” he asks again, and she nods.

“It was a lot Bill,” she says quietly, “And I’m glad you’re home.”

God, my soff heart, I’ll bet the sex is so goddamn sweet and gentle. Because let’s face it, tiger is banged up to high hell but there’s no way they’re not going to do it, because both of them need that closeness. Tiger needs to feel good again, needs to be reassured that he’s home now, and that everything will be okay. And for his part, Bill needs that closeness with her too, needs to make sure that she’s okay and just needs to feel her. His mind gets away on him-and you can’t blame the guy--he wasn’t there for the accident so he can only imagine how fucking bad it was, and how scared she was, how hurt she really was. He needs that closeness with her because it reassures him that she’s okay for the most part, she just needs some time to heal.