cuchylainx Uncategorized April 23, 2018December 9, 2018 1 Minute “Yuuri, my Yuuri,” he mumbled back as Yuuri kissed along his stubbly jawline, “why can’t I go with you, I can’t be without you,” and Yuuri gripped his shoulders hard and kissed him again, painfully te erengelion: So today I spent the day crying over this WWII-era fic Blackbird by @thetwoguineabook Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by cuchylainx View all posts by cuchylainx Published April 23, 2018December 9, 2018