I understand that for some it feels like I am. I barely post, but I do actually write. Things get a bit hectic with 2 jobs and college...

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What a warm welcome back! I missed tumblr! Thank you sweet sweet anon, I love you too!

YES! Nostalgia hit me, so i’m working on a few fics for u guys🥰

Nah, just waiting long enough to make a spectacular comeback

Very sorry for the long wait! I hope you’ll still enjoy this little thing I wrote! And thank you for always supporting me <3

It’s cold outside. The kind of cold that stings your nose and makes the tip of your fingers tingle. It has been quite some time since you felt the harsh temperatures of Iwatobi’s winters, but you couldn’t be more excited to experience it again.

With your eyes fixed on your phone, you wait at the bus stop for line 3, eyes scanning over the message on the screen for the manieth time. You check the time again, your own eagerness to see Makoto and Haru again making you worry you hadn’t understood their message well. Yet you’re right on time, and so is the bus driver, and you offer him a soft smile as he welcomes you into the warmth of the vehicle. 

30 minutes later you step out, immediate recognition making your limbs move on their own as they take you up the many steps towards Haruka’s place. You nuzzle deeper into the scarf you’re wearing, and your hands tighten on the string of your bag while you carry yourself up.

Standing before his door, you hesitate for a second, wondering if Haru would mind you being a bit early. He wasn’t one to appreciate unexpected company, and yet even if he expected you today, probably not 30 minutes early. Nonetheless you knock onto the wood, and not even a minute later the door opens quickly, and your opposite one of your dearest childhood friends. You barely recognize him. Broad shoulder, taller than last you’ve seen him, and the most surprising of all, a gentle smile on his face. 

Your eyes shimmer at the sight of him, and you grin before offering him a small bow.

“Haru, it’s been a while! Thank you for having me!”

Not even 10 minutes later, you’re sitting opposite both Haru and Makoto, sipping happily on your cup of tea, while the three of you catch up. It’s been years since you’ve last seen them, and while you never lost contact, it’s much different to see them in real life instead of on a screen, or the remembrance of their voice with each letter they send.

“Y/n, you look even brighter than I can remember. It seems like you’re very content as of now.” Makoto points out, grabbing some pre-made rice balls from the fridge, before taking a seat next to you, close enough to have your shoulders touch, but you both pay no mind to it. He offers you one and you accept gladly.

“I must say, studying abroad hasn’t been easy at all times, but since I graduated I feel… really light in some way.”

“Free?” Haru questions, leaning his chin in his hands as he grabs a rice ball as well and starts nibbling on it. “Exactly. While I really liked it, you miss home so much. You really start noticing the little things of living in a small town. I even missed old lady mackerel from the convenience store down the street…” You laugh, and the two of them offer a chuckle as well. It feels safe to be with them again, even after all these years. It was like you never had left, and the fact they still made you feel like home told you more than enough.

“But most of all, I missed you guys.”

For some reason you tear up, a drop of water falling down onto the table before you notice you’re crying. Makoto jumps at the sight and cups your cheeks with his hands to make you look at him. There’s worry pooling in his gaze as he wipes under your eyes with his thumbs.

“We missed you too, Y/n. So much. Saying I love you feels so much more genuine now that you’re actually here.”

You smile and choke on a sob, more tears spilling from between your lashes. Haru shifts towards your other side, his hands wrapping around your waist, as his chin rests on your shoulder. Your body instinctively relaxes under their touch, having missed it for the past few years, it feels amazing to feel them again. 

“You shouldn’t be crying.” Haru’s lips press against the side of your throat, and you manage to take Makoto’s hands into yours so you can place a quick peck against his knuckles.

“I am crying of happiness though.” You chuckle, leaning forward to rest your forehead against Makoto’s chest. Your hands paw at his shirt, and he pulls both you and Haru in a firm embrace as you simmer in your emotion.

“I love you guys so much. Let’s spend more time together from now on.”

Haru had offered you a place to sleep for the night, and you didn’t even hesitate. While Makoto had planned to go home, he couldn’t pass up on sleeping with both you and Haru again. That’s how you ended up between two bodies under a cozy blue duvet. Limbs intertwined beneath the sheets, while the three of you started dozing off one by one. Luckily you were the last to fall asleep, happiness still energizing your body. You took their moment of vulnerability to enjoy their presence. Haru’s soft snores, features soft and completely in slumber, or Makoto’s safe arms around your waist, tugging you closer each time you shift away from him.

Home is where your heart is, and you’re pretty sure your heart lays with them, because you have never felt more at home than between their arms.

Exactly!

Wattpad culture is reading a story, and commenting to update on the last chapter posted. This only discourages me to write more. I am not a machine, and I don’t update on command. I have other things to do!

I am currently catching up on some writing of the past few months, hoping in the upcoming few weeks to post around 10. There have been some people waiting for their request for months now, and I hope they’ll get to enjoy it!

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First of all, small boobs and stretch marks are so fucking beautiful. Yuri would literally love them!

This is for you!

Moments like these were ones that Yuri enjoyed the most. 

It was a silent friday night, nothing on the planning so far. Empty take out boxes scattered the kitchen table, and the sound of an old black and white movie filling the quiet atmosphere. 

Yuri nuzzles his face closer into your stomach, eyes fixed on the tv as he watches the movie with exhaustion lingering in his limbs. The enjoyment of your warmth as you cuddle does the both of you well, and it’s been a while back the both of you actually spend a night together like this.

His arms around your frame as he lays between your legs, eyes heavy and almost falling shut. Your fingers playing with his blond locks doesn’t help with his will to stay awake, and even your slow heartbeat sounds like a lullaby that works more tiredness into his system. 

You grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl by your side, enjoying how Yuri is wrapped around you. Soft exhales against your skin making you melt into the moment. His fingers run over the exposed skin of your back, tracing your spine and every dip and curve of your body.

“I wuf ywour stwaswars..” He mumbles into your chest, and you hum in response, taking your eyes off the movie. You tug a few pieces of hair away from his face and trace over the brudge of his nose softly.

“What was that?”

He lifts his face to properly repeat his sentence.  “I love your stretchmarks...”

A dust of red covers your cheeks, and you chuckle at his sudden statement. You look down, your t-shirt that has ridden up your torso offering a good view of the stretchmarks. Yuri runs a finger over the patterns, and softly sighs before snuggling his face back into you.

“I never liked them, but it makes me happy hearing you say that.” You confess, knowing, even with stretchmarks Yuri loves you unconditionally. And he reallly does, even more with the marks actually.

“I know, but you’re too harsh on yourself sometimes.” There’s truth in his words, and while Yuri has called you beautiful many times, your own judgement never seems to take his opinion into consideration. 

For a moment you look down at your body to inspect it. It’s soft and pudgy, skin littered with marks and spots, yet Yuri holds it like he never wants to let go. You’re a warm, gentle, beautiful person, and Yuri considers himself very lucky to have met you. 

“My boobs are small.” You blurt out without much reason, and Yuri’s muffled screams against your skin make you laugh. While the statement’s timing seemed silly, you and Yuri had discussed these things many times before. 

He sits up all of a sudden, as if his weariness has completely vanished, and a newfound energy spurs him to dissolve you in compliments.  “We’re not going over this again, unless you want me to keep you awake as I tell you about the things I love about you.” His accents gives you shivers. Even after 3 years. You know he’s serious, it has happened before, and you shake your head and pull him back against you instead. 

“I love how you’re all tough and bold when skating, yet you turn into a huge softy when you’re with me.” 

He turns in your grasp, his back against the cushions so he can look up at your. You’re a little upside down, but he gets mesmerized by your beautiful features in any position. 

“That’s because I can be a huge softy with you. I want you to be a softy with me too.” He grabs one of your hands, and places a soft peck onto your knuckles, before holding it against his chest. Your heart swells at the gesture, and you offer him a genuine smile. 

“I love you, Yuri. I really do. I wish I could love myself like the way you love me.”

He closes his eyes, and stiffles a yawn. You trace down his features. His eyebrows, down his nose, to eventually trace the outline of his lips with your pinky. He puckers them, and you take it as an invite to kiss him. 

“I wish you would too, but till then, I’ll love you however I want. And I love all of you.”

I don’t think Yuri would mind any body type tbh. He mainly focuses on keeping his own body fit and in form for any of his competitions. He could care less about what his S/o would look like. As long as their personality fits with his, everything else wouldn’t matter!