victor🎆: oh god, yuri
victor🎆: i'm so sorry
victor🎆: i didn't mean a word of it
victor🎆: yuri i'm so sorry
victor🎆: fuck
victor🎆: please forgive me
victor🎆: yuri please listen to me , answer me baby, please
victor🎆: oh fuck you, yuri katsuki
victor🎆: fuck whoever you want to
victor🎆: see if i fucking care
victor shoved his phone into the pocket of his trousers, before he took the rolled duvet out of the hands of the half-naked girl in his bed and inhaled the powder that had the look crushed marble; he snorted to numb the pain of what he had done to yuri katsuki.
his angel with the tears on his soft face and the trembling, soft lips.
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M.O.N.E.Y • viktuuri ✔️
Fanfictionin which fame isn't kind to teenage celebrity victor nikiforov, and he pays a dark haired boy to make him feel less lonely. copyright @beautifulpyscho 2017 •lowercase intended• snapchat fic//dialogue//texting and a shit load of the 1975 trigger warn...
