I Feel Like There Might Be Something Wrong With Me Because I Dont See Any Appeal From Yuriobut Everyone

I feel like there might be something wrong with me because I don’t see any appeal from Yurio but everyone loves him and I’m just ????

Thank you so much guys for the kudos on ao3, and liked/shared on here!! This might not seem like a lot to some people but i dont think I’ve ever gotten so many kudos/likes for anything i’ve written before, i’m so excited and happy and TY!

I LOVE THIS IMAGE SO MUCH

just look at my ot3 over there, mob and reigen with their mouth open, did they do this unconsciously?! their habits are killing me!! and mob is leaning on him, his hand, and in-between his legs like HOLY CRAP the reimob!!! /SCREAMS/

AND NOT JUST THAT

lookit security guard Dimple (SO FINE) and that ekurei connection /CRIES/  look at his frickin face all up by reigen’s ear (damn you earmuffs but i also kinda like you bc you make reigen really cute!) and reigen is being cradled by dimple’s LEGS and im just dying MY OT3 YESSSS and Idk how to match but i see matching with my ot3, very small like Mobs orange pants and the orange on reigens earmuffs and the green of reigens shirt and the green on dimples tie /CRIES/

THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS KILLING ME

i love height differences I LOVE THEM so much and i love seeing the ot3s height difference it’s so perfect i feel inspired 

Teru, if i could ask you to push against them a bit more so they could be even closer :”D that would be perfect~

How to Draw a Damn Fine Ass Top Image, Row 5 & 6 Row 2:  Drawing People by Barbara Bradley Row 3 Row 4 Row 5 Bottom Image

SO LIKE

Victor offered to be Yuri’s boyfriend and that he’d try his best and i can’t get that out of my head. Also the way Yuri barges into his room like it’s nothing and makes him listen to the music and then he poke his hair and they’re just sitting together and THEYRE SO CUTE and i love how comfortable yuri has become with victor! 

I mean...he even lets victor stretch him while in the bath ;^) 

[Translated/ReiMob] Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?

Written by @yaoi-no-akuma

Can read the Spanish story via ao3. This translation was also posted on my ao3 account. If you’ve read both versions and feel I’ve mistranslated something please tell me so I can improve~ xD 

Summary:  Mob goes to the office because his teacher had called him, but it didn't look like he was there...or was he?

This story has 14Mob, rated E for mild smut

"Teacher?" he called out once he closed the door.

It was a little late and he thought it was strange the office lights weren't on. He walked carefully, placing his hand against the wall until he reached the switch, was he perhaps in a seance?

"Teacher?" he called out again but received no answer.

He thought that he wasn't even in the office or perhaps he'd already left with a client, although the older man hadn't mentioned anything about going to a site (much less anything about a waiting client), during the phone call...he discarded the idea.

It wasn't long before he felt the switch, his fingers ran over it, and then he pressed it. The room was illuminated, he could clearly see everything in the room and there was no trace of the psychic. He gulped and continued into the office. He saw the brunette's desk chair. It was facing away from him and he thought maybe he'd fallen asleep.

He came closer with the intention of affirming his suspicions. He passed through the side of the couch and on his way he kicked something with his right foot. He jumped and stopped. He looked down and his body relaxed as he realized he'd kicked an apparently empty can if the missing spillage was any indication, what could it have been?

He heard the squeak of the couch cushions and he turned around. His heart skipped a beat. Resting on the couch was the older man with dark eyes. He turned in his place and slowly came closer to where his teacher was peacefully sleeping.

He could feel something squeeze in his chest. The sound of calm breathing reached his ears. He stopped at half a meter from the couch's border and he kept his gaze upon his face. Now that he thought about it, he'd never seen the other's face so close before.

Unconsciously, he began to lean in, shortening the distance between their faces, "Teacher?" he called out a third time, but this time without really wanting a response. His voice was hardly above a whisper as he didn't wish to wake him.

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