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An old poem I wrote

hello, im a female artist I'm strange and I'm struggling I live off grid in the woods im 4'9 I want more constantly I should be sleeping my birthday is 10,10 and I have no idea what i want probably 🍃 this is my digital my digital diary this is my safe space . . my insta : redbraceletangel

i'm back after not using wattpad in forever. i hope i can be better this time if you're reading this, you're probably doing pretty bad. i'm sorry for that and i hope you can get better soon, even if it's really hard i don't want to trigger anyone. i'm just writing my thoughts and emotions here. if you don't want to know anything about them, please don't read this 'book' and if you decide to read anyways, please enjoy but not too much

Just had this idea when listening to the song. It was so cute that I had to, y'know?

This is crossposted from my Ao3, sdecci. Summary box: Late one night when they're in bed together and everything is going fine just as usual, Viktor shifts in his sleep and a hand is planted just above Yuuri's waistline, slipping up his shirt a little. They had gone out and had fun and been so exhausted when they got back that they didn't care to take anything off before crashing onto the bed. Now it was nearly 5 A.M., Yuuri had been woken up by this, and Viktor was still faceplanted on his back with a snore that wouldn't be so noticeable if it weren't the only sound in the room that Yuuri had to hear.