// Viktuuri// one shots(Will Take Requests)// Viktor x Yuri// Yuri!!!On ice

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My name is Yuri Katsuki, I live in Hasetsu, Kyushu with my husband Viktor (he took my last name which I was very happy about).

I don't get much sleep, I have severe insomnia, so much so, I pass out regularly. I can't sleep without Viktor, some nights I don't sleep at all no matter how much Viktor consoles me, I break into fits of tears often, Viktor can't get used to them as fast as my family had. Tonight was one of those nights where my brain just wouldn't allow me to get any shut eye. I wouldn't dare get out of the bed. Viktor would worry too much.
His arm is wrapped around my waist, his other arm is my pillow, his hand tangled in my hair. I don't take my glasses off now, other than skating of course, so I can see every inch of Viktor's face, I begin to count his eyelashes, I do this a lot, it calms me and helps me get as close to sleep as my head allows. I Hate not being able to see, it's scary. I remember having panic attacks in my sleep, everything was the same colour. At my second Grand Prix final I ended up hiding in a wardrobe and crying all night. Viktor found me at 2am and he slept with his arms around me, cradling me like a child, it was the most I'd slept in months.
Phichit used to sleep with me in Detroit...N-not in a lovers way though, I used to wrap my arms around him so tight that he couldn't sleep, I still feel bad for phichit. We're best friends, I miss him sometimes, I still invite him over but I think he's intimated by Viktor, haha-
Viktors arms around me tighten as he lets out a soft sigh,
'Can't sleep?' He asks with his eyes still closed
'Mm...' I reply, curling up next to him, feeling his warmth against my skin
'You should get some sleep..' He whispers against my cheek, moving his hand in a circular motion on top of my head, massaging it almost.
'Can't...Want cuddles...' I say yawning
'Alright then...' He says pulling me against his warm chest, he doesn't sleep with a shirt, it's too hot for him, I make him wear boxers though, I'd feel awkward if he didn't.
Viktor buries his face in my hair, arms around my pudgy figure. I'm much bigger than I used to be, I retired quite a while ago, I've stopped exercising lately. Why should I? I'm just Yuri Katsuki, Viktor Katsukis husband, ex dime-in-a-dozen skater...
I hear soft snores from my gorgeous husband, making me smile as I yawn, snuggling into his shoulder as my eyelids drop down, closing the curtains to my brain
'Night babe..' I breathe as I fall into unconsciousness.