ββ β‘ πππππ ππππ, various. π©
α§πͺα§ π±ππ¬ ππ. ββ Jushiro Ukitake, Shinji Hirako, Ichigo Kurosaki, & Toshiro Hitsugaya!
iii. ππ ππππππ // 3/3 part of the animal s/o series!
πππππππ πππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ poor old man couldnβt keep up with you, even if he tried. You were nothing more than an uncontrollable ball of energy he was married to. He would wake up to the sound of your fluffy tail hitting the floor nonstop as you stared at him and waited for him to wake up with a small pout on your face.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ lips turned down even more at the sight of your white-haired husband, who proceeded to sleep peacefully. "Jushirooooo." You called out to him and poked his cheek as he groaned and opened one of his eyes. "Dear, the sun hasnβt risen yet, and you're ready to go outside?" He sat up and yawned. It was still dark outside, and you expected him to get up right away. "Mhmm!" You nodded your head cutely as your furry ears perked up in an adorable manner, which Jushiro couldnβt say no to. The white-haired man only sighed. He knew you were always up before the crack of dawn so you could get your day's work done and explore. "Fine, but when we come back inside, you have to go to sleep right away. Got it?" He pointed his index finger at you as you nodded your head once more. "Okay!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππ you stomach and head scratches anytime he has the chance. He never walked passed you without giving you a head scratch, he never gotten use to the fact that your foot tapped against the group rapidly when he scratches behind your ears.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ has multiple toys stashed away under his desk for when you come to spend the day with him, not caring about your duties. He would try to send you off, but you'd always give him your famous eyes and pout, which he couldnβt say no to. While spending the day with him, youβll frequently play with the toys he brought you, which are pretty interesting.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§οΏΌ πππππππ your way of showing love to him was incredibly sweet, since you couldnβt verbally speak to him at times. He would wake up to you nuzzling your cheek into his while saying good morning. β "Good morning, dear." Jushiro's eyes softened at you sitting on his lap with your tail doing its usual wags. "Good morning!"Β
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ almost put him on his deathbed earlier than heβd expected because of your careless behavior. Heβd never forget the one time he thought you were killed and thrown in a lake because of your torn clothing. Only for you to pop your head out of the lake with a bright smile on your face. Jushiro didnβt give you a chance to speak before he pulled you out of the lake and dragged you home by your ear while chewing you out.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ order to drain your battery, the man sends you out on tasks and (easy) missions so you can tire yourself out. Once you've completed all the tasks he gave you, youβll often come into his office and sit on his lap until heβs done with this paperwork. With his hand often rubbing your back and ears.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ stretched your muscles for the final time as you headed to your husbandβs office. For the first time in a while, you were extremely exhausted. Once you reached the office door, you didnβt even bother to knock. Jushiro watched as you kicked the sandals off your feet and made your way towards him. Before he could say a word, you immediately plopped yourself down on his lap, your face snuggling into his neck. Jushiro chuckled and began to rub your back, putting you at ease. "Iβm guessing youβre tired?" He grinned at your tired state, which made you nod. "Mhmm, letβs cuddle."
ππππππ ππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ absolute love bug! You were both obsessed with each other. Shinji talked about you nonstop to his lieutenant, Hinamori, who only nodded her head and agreed with everything he said. οΏΌ
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ loved you dearly. But if he had the chance to strap you down to a table for a day, then you better believe he would. Everyone knew you gave your husband an unnecessary amount of gray hair from the way you acted. Your hyperactivity would get so out of control that Shinji would throw you over his shoulder and walk away from the scene. But no one has seen the man snap on you before because he couldnβt. Shinji knew that you meant no harm, and besides, thereβs nothing wrong with having a little fun.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ never fails to make you blush because of his flirty attitude; the sexual jokes he makes towards you make you bury your face in your hands. Because you knew he was going to give you a hard time the following night. Heβs the only one who was able to make you blush. β "Hey, babe, I got this tongue piercing for a reason. Wanna watch me use it?" "SβShinji!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ didnβt mind the fact that you had dog ears and a tail. He would often tease you by dragging his hands slowly down the tail, knowing it was one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Plus, he could have an advantage over you when you start to act bratty. With a simple tug of your tail, your behavior would straighten up immediately.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππ'π give me that shit." Shinji's grip on the tail tightened as you tried your hardest to hold yourself up. You knew it was wrong to act like a brat in front of all those people, but you didnβt care at the moment; it was all Shinjiβs fault. "Whereβs that attitude now?" He used his index finger to tilt your head up, and once Shinji saw your glossy eyes,he immediately rolled his eyes. You always tried this sh*t when you got in trouble; it worked the first three times, but he was over that now. "Donβt give me those damn eyes; you knew you were wrong." His dark brown eyes glared into your soft e/c ones. Your h/c ears are flat on the top of your head.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "π said sorry. I didnβt mean it." You muttered loud enough for him to hear. Shinji's glare deepened; your puppy eyes and scared look werenβt fooling him this time. He knew it was all an act you put on, so he would go easy on you when he was punishing you. "You said sorry? You didnβt mean it? I told you about this before we left, and you still went and acted out!" Shinji gritted his teeth at you. From the look in his eyes and the way his hand was now wrapping around your neck, he was getting more angry. Shinji let out a long sigh before removing his hand from your tail to pinch the bridge of his nose. Once you both make it back home, heβs going to demolish that attitude of yours. "Iβll deal with you later, understand?" His grip on your neck loosened as you nodded your head quickly. "Yes sir!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππ alone, you would put your chin on his lap (near his private area) with your tail wagging and an "innocent" smile on your face, and he almost lost it. It takes an entire army to hold him back from pouncing on you and turning you inside out in his office.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ groaned when you pulled on his bottom lip after the make-out session; the paperwork on his desk was now put to the side as his attention focused on you. From the moment you stepped into his office, his eyes concentrated on you and you only. His eyes watched as you slid down to the floor, now on your knees. Your chin now rested on his lap. He knew you didnβt want head-pats; you wanted something else. "Iβm sorry, pup, but we canβt do it now." He gave your chin a light scratch as you pouted, your ears flattening with you. "Please, I want it now." You batted your lashes at him while he suffered from a heavy debate in his head. "Fine, but donβt make a mess like you did last time." His hand made its way to your hair and gave it a light tug with a whine leaving past your lips. "IβI wonβt."Β
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ perfect shoulder to lean on when youβre scared. Because you have sensitive ears and a fear of loud noises, he would always put noise-cancelling headphones over your ears and hold you against his chest while rubbing your back slowly.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ pain in Shinjiβs chest caused him to wake up instantly; something wasnβt right. He looked over to see you curled into his side while whimpering, the tears in your eyes making him go into protective mode. "Whatβs wrong, baby?" He used his thumb to wipe away the tears from your eyes as the crackle of thunder caused you to sob and curl into his side even more. It took him a moment before the lightbulb went off in his head. You were terrified of lightning and thunder. He sat up from the futon while the thunder made another loud sound, causing you to yelp and bury your face in the pillow next to you. Shinji searched through the drawer for the familiar item until it came into his visionβthe noise-canceling headphones he brought just for you. He sat back down next to you with his hand brushing the h/c hair from your face. "Look at me, baby; itβs all going to be okay. Iβm right here." He cooed in your ear as your tail started to unwrap itself from your leg. Once he saw that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he removed the object from your face and placed the headphones over your ears. You slowly opened your tear-stung eyes to look at your husband, who smiled softly and stroked your cheek. His eyes shined with nothing but reassurance and love. He wiped away the final tears before kissing your lips. You sniffled for the last time as you buried your face into his chest, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night.
ππππππ ππππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ wondered how Ichigo was able to keep you tame and calm in public, considering you were the same person who jumped from desk to desk every morning. But the secret was gum; once he thinks youβre getting out of control, heβll pull out a stick. Which makes you calm down in a second. One minute youβre jumping all over the place, and the next minute youβre nuzzling your cheek into his arm while chewing on the piece of gum.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ has to tie a leash around your waist when you both go out in public. The number of times he lost you in public places was ridiculous! He not only had a leash on you, but he also had a tracker in the necklace he brought you for your birthday. The last time he lost you, a hollow attacked and almost killed you, and he sure as hell wasnβt going to let that happen again.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ teenager thought he was going crazy when his clothes started to go missing all of a sudden! Only to find out you had an entire stash in your closet, he took back most of his clothes. But let you pick out the ones you wanted to keep, even if they were his favorite.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "π want this one! Can I keep it, Ichi?" You held up the white cardigan as Ichigo nodded his head. "Sure, but donβt get it dirty." He squeezed your cheek and proceeded to place the rest of his shirts in the suitcase. Yes, a suitcase. Ichigo didnβt know you stole an entire collection of his clothes. He didnβt notice until the only thing he had left was a shirt he hadnβt worn since he was fifteen. "You canβt keep that." Ichigo took the white shirt from your grasp as you pouted with your ears flattened. "Ichiiii, you canβt even fit that shirt anymore." You whined at your boyfriend, who sighed before throwing the shirt at you. Your whining was the only reason you got your way. "Next time, ask before you take my entire closet and run off with it." He lightly scolded you and pinched your cheek while you giggled nervously, knowing damn well you were going to do it again.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ of your clingy behavior, he would buy every strawberry plushie that came into his sight. You knew Ichigo couldnβt be by your side every second of the day, but that didnβt stop you from whining and crying for him. He would often check his phone to see over a dozen voice messages you recorded about how much you loved and missed him. The pictures of you pouting with the plushie pressed to your cheek made him want to drop everything and return to you.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππππππ most of your free time watching the annual dog competitions with you. At first, he didnβt know why you were so addicted to the shows; his first thought was because youβre part dog. But once he sat down and watched the show, it was quite interesting. You would laugh at him when he scoffed at the bigger dog and won over the small dog.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ ππ didnβt play when it came to your grades; he wants the absolute best for you and refuses to let you drop out. Since you both were in the same classes, heβd help you out with your work every time you called him. And he would spend the night at your house to make sure you completed your homework and did not slack off to watch puppy competitions. Every time you get a question right, heβll give you a kiss and a treat <3.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ bit your lip at your boyfriend, who only wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a black tank top. From the moment you saw him, your tail started to wag at an immediate pace. You tried to focus your attention back on your homework, but his muscles were practically staring back at you. You snapped out of your thoughts when Ichigo tapped the paper with the pencil. "Whatβs the answer to number six?" He pointed the pencil at the sheet. "EβErm, c?" You scratched your cheek as Ichigo nodded his head and said, "That was correct. Good job, baby." He used his index finger to pull your chin closer to his lips. The faint taste of the strawberry cake still lingering on his lips made you go federal; you wanted him so bad that your tail was now wagging faster than ever.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ only thing Ichigo disliked about you was your brattiness. He'd have to admit that he did take you everywhere and spoil you rotten. He didnβt care about the attitude youβd gain when you were both alone. But if youβre in public, then itβs a different story. He hated the way you would whine and stomp your foot at him when he said no, but he wasnβt like that partner who was afraid of putting the other in their place. Once you push his buttons too much, heβll take you to the nearest alleyway or bathroom to straighten you and your little attitude out.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "πππβππ really been pissing me off today." Ichigo frowned and took your face into his hand, the pout never leaving your lips. You rolled your eyes at him and steered your eyes in another direction, which pissed Ichigo off even more. All this because he refused to buy you those nasty chocolate-covered bananas. You could feel the anger seething off him, and honestly, you didnβt give a damn. "Hmph, I donβt care." You shrugged your shoulders at your boyfriend, whose eyes widened for a second before going back to normal. Who were we talking to? Because it surely wasnβt him. "Repeat that for me." He removed his hand from your face and slid it down to your neck, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive part. You held back your whimpers and stood up straight, since you were starting to lean onto his chest. "IβI said I donβtβah" You whimpered when his hand made its way down to your tail, giving it a gentle stroke.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ started to pant when Ichigo used his hands to massage the sensitive parts of your body; if it werenβt for the wall holding you up, you wouldβve been on your knees right now. Ichigo smirked. For someone who talked a lot of shit, it was extremely easy to put you back in your place. His hand that was on your tail was now trailing up to your waist. "What happened, baby?" He teased. Ichigo chuckled at how you attempted to speak, only for his grip on your neck to tighten. He leaned down to give your lips a kiss; his soft lips moving in sync with your plump ones felt like a dream. "Mhmm..." You pulled on his shirt when he started to suck on your tongue; the foreign feeling had you begging for more. His free hand wandered around your body and groped everything he touched. Your body belonged to him, so he could do whatever he pleased with it. After pulling away, he took his hand from your neck while a thick string of saliva connected you to him. You quickly looked away. Feeling ashamed at the fact that you folded for him within seconds. "I'm sorry, Ichi. I didnβt mean to act like that out there." You stared at your shows like they were the most important things in the world. Ichigo chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist, saying, "Itβs fine. But just know I went easy on you because we were in a public restroom. Next time, Iβll make sure you forget how to walk."
πππππππ πππππππππ.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ and Toshiro were complete opposites. You were so smiley and happy all the time, while he was more of a serious and assertive guy. Multiple people were surprised when they saw Toshiro holding hands with you. How did Toshiro fall for you? The world may never know. You both were happy, and that's all that matters.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ πππ you both go out into the public, he has to warn you to act right, or else heβs going to bring out the sandal. Plus, he canβt go three seconds without scolding you. But if you act right, heβll give you head pats and buy you food.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ said that Toshiro wouldnβt follow you up on your shenanigans was completely wrong. This guy played board games with you, danced in the rain with you, and occasionally challenged you to a staring contest once in a while. To prove to you that he can last longer than you.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ "ππππ are they doing?" Hinamori tilted her head at the couple, who sat crisscross on the ground while staring into each other's souls. "Theyβre having a staring contest. Theyβve been there for ten minutes now." Rangiku whispered and took a sip of her drink. Hinamori watched as your ears perked up and your tail wagged, signaling you were excited, while Toshiro felt his eyes water at your adorable behavior. His eyes widened and his heart swelled when he saw your pupils dilate more and more. You didnβt think of this as a staring contest; you just wanted to stare at your lover. Toshiroβs watery eyes finally closed. "See! I told you that you couldnβt do it!" Rangiku laughed at Toshiro, who glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to you. "Does that mean I win?" You innocently blinked your eyes at your boyfriend, and Toshiro felt his cheeks heat up at your angelic aura. Once you gave him that smile and head tilt, he would stutter every time. "Yes, youβve won, darling."
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ didnβt mind that you were so lovey-dovey and affectionate with him. He loved waking up to your morning kisses and hugs. He couldnβt push you away, because if he did, then you'd keep coming back.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππ the place of the adult in the relationship, even though you are older than him. He cleans your mouth after youβre done eating, takes baths with you (so you wouldnβt get distracted or fall asleep in the water), and so much more. Not to mention that heβs extremely overprotective of you, especially when someone yells at you. Once your ears flattened, it was a signal for him to unsheathe his sword. It takes you, Rangiku, and Hinamori to hold him back from releasing the wrath of the person who yelled at you; no matter who he was going against, he was always going to take up your cause. β Β "Captain! Y/N said itβs not a big deal!" "Iβm going to turn that asshole into ice sickles!"
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππ ππππ to let you hang around Rangiku or Shunsui when he wasnβt around. The last time that happened, you came to him drunk off your ass with a bottle in your hand. He wanted to destroy the two, but his mind told him otherwise; you were his focus, not them. But God wanted to destroy them.
β‘ π π ΰ¨ΰ§ πππππππ couldnβt believe what he was seeing. He watched as you stumbled around the room with a bottle in your hand while barking loudly. "TβToshi!" You hiccuped and waved at your boyfriend drunkenly while Toshiro snatched the bottle from your hand and put it in the trash. He then grabbed your arms and began to lay you down on the futon, his mind traveling off to how he was going to punish Rangiku. "T-Toshi, I love you. Youβre the best boyfriend ever. You make me so happy." Your voice slurred slightly, making Toshiroβs cheeks turn pink. Even when youβre drunk, your love for him is louder than ever. "I love you too; now take this and go to sleep. I have some business to handle." He gave your lips and forehead a kiss. Rangiku is most definitely never going to hear the end of it.
Β© gloryhrs, 052723. β notes and reblogs are appreciated! (β§ββ¦)
Lovers
ARCANE SEASON TWO SPOILERS!!!!
How Viktor felt after healing that one random man (Huck)
im rewatching bleach because im nostalgic like that (and tbh i never got too far past the soul society arc okay) but like. man. i really hope the whole "ichigo ends with orihime" things isn't true because watching ichigo learning how to fight and use his power and determination LITERALLY with only rukia on his mind drives me insane. they were in love. i don't care what people say they were literally the most important thing for each other at that point. rukia talked about ichigo the whole time she was imprisoned. they motivated each other to keep going. what the FUCK. how could they change each other like this. how could they make each other better. i refuse to believe they weren't endgame come onπ
βanri cares about the blue lock boysβ βanri is like a mother/sister figure to the blue lock boysβ βanri is kind to the blue lock boysβ meanwhile this is anri with kunigami:
SHE DOES NOTTTTT GAF ABOUT THEM π they are a means to an end for her!! obviously she doesnβt hate them and of course she was happy they beat the u20s but letβs think critically hereβ¦was she truly proud of them as people or was she just happy that the program wouldnβt be shut down??
the narrative (especially via her interactions with ego) treats anri as someone very naive and dumb, but blue lock and hiring ego were HER idea. everything that has happened to the boys is a direct consequence of HER actions, decisions, and dreams of japan winning a world cup. letβs not forget sheβs also only 3 years older than aiku, kaiser, and sendou β she has no interest in taking care of a bunch of insane high-school-aged soccer freaks, she literally just wants her country to win the wc because she herself is a soccer freak!!
His face card is so lethal you could inject it into my veins
Pairing : unsealed!gojo x wife!y/n
A/N : here's my contribution to the return of our beefy gojo satoru's headcanons! enjoy ^^
WARNINGS : crying, established relationship
Unsealed!Gojo whose first thought after being released is to look for his wife
Unsealed!Gojo who forgets he has powers to teleport, running & stumbling his way home
Wife!y/n who just like the past eighteen days, sits on the dining table resting her head on it as gojo's plate of food get's colder
Unsealed!Gojo who runs his frantic hands all along your body for any sign of hurt or injury
Wife!y/n who mirrors his expression and action with reciprocated feelings
Unsealed!Gojo who pulls you a little too hard towards himself and feels your head bump into his chest
Wife!y/n throwing weak punches anywhere she can on gojo and biting on his biceps
Unsealed!Gojo whispering gentle sorries and promises to never leave again in your ears
Wife!y/n who after a good hour of sobbing into his husband's chest realizes just how buffier his body feels against her
Unsealed!Gojo who realizes his wife has only got skinnier and weaker
Wife!y/n who asks if he'd like his food reheated clearly unable to think how to act in the moment
Unsealed!Gojo who would shake his head with a chuckle as he sits on your seat placing you on his lap instead
Wife!y/n who's still crying so hard she can't chew on her food
Unsealed!Gojo who rubs your back gently and slowly reminding you to take it easy as he offers another spoonful
Wife!y/n refusing to eat anymore of it and burying her face in the crook of the man's neck, taking in the comforting scent she so longed for
Unsealed!Gojo who finishes both their plates with silent tears and a fast asleep wife in his lap
Wife!y/n who unconsciously clutchs the front of his black tshirt as he takes her to their room bridal style
Unsealed!Gojo who puts you and himself in your favourite couple pajamas ready for the bed
Wife!y/n who wakes up crying and shaking profusely in the middle of the night whisper shouting, "please s-satoru, don't be a dream" along her many incoherent words
Unsealed!Gojo who snuggles impossibly close to your fragile figure pressing long assuring kisses on your face and lips knowing they calm you down
Wife!y/n 's futile attempts at scooting away from her husband because this wouldn't have been how he expected her to react
Unsealed!Gojo who only brings your kicking legs together with his thighs, telling you to breathe from your nose before diving in for a particularly long kiss that doesn't end until you're sleep and sound...
A/N : n that's it! hope u liked it ^-^ likes & reblogs are appreciated β‘
Tags : @nanamikentoseyebags @maybekoya @luckimoon
Finished the Viktor piece in time for his birthday!
going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut
Okay but sitting beside Viktor while heβs working, and heβs casually resting one hand flat on the counter as he ponders his next move. Youβve mostly just been listening to him for the past thirty minutes, nodding your head, and justβ¦listening. Watching. Following the movement of his hands as he works. You do that a lot, but you try not to let yourself think about that. Itβs for work, after allβyouβre kind of supposed to be watching his hands.
Youβre justβ¦also supposed to be paying attention to why theyβre doing what theyβre doing, and instead, youβre just watching them because you really, really like his hands.
So itβs kind of a long thing coming when something inside you snaps away at your restraint. Maybe itβs the late night. Maybe itβs the lack of sleep from the night prior. Maybe itβs the fact that heβs lowered his voice and spent those last thirty minutes murmuring. Youβre closer than Viktor normally gets with people, and youβre already trying really hard not to notice that. Then he has to go and start murmuring. It wouldβve put you to sleep if it wasnβt so enthralling.
Youβre staring at the small scars left in his hand while he fiddles over with his collection of wrenches. His fingers twitch. A scar catches the light. A bit of oil and ink stains are littered across his fingers and the back of his hand. His nails are a little dirty but surprisingly well-kept. And a slight indentation sits on his middle finger from where he was holding a section in place for minutes at a time while he went through and explained every important detail you should know.
Like an awful apprentice, you still arenβt listening. Not then. Not now, as he tilts his head and says something that just goes in one ear and out the other, the low tingling of the quiet sound of his voice remaining behind.
Itβs when he shifts and his hand slides a little closer to you when suddenly you justβ¦you get the urge to feel it. To feel him. Youβve seen him hold countless objects; seen him twist and balance and use tools and pencils and every thick and thin, heavy and light object under the sun. And each time, you feel your stomach flutter as those long fingers work deftly.
You can hear his excited smile in his voice as he aims to point something important out to you. Butβ¦.
You just really need to know what his hand feels like.
In yours.
Right then.
And the sleep deprivationβwhich is what youβre officially blaming it onβgets to you. You just reach over and turn Viktorβs hand over.
The rough palm goes up, Viktor says your name all soft and confused, and then youβre a second behind in your head as you trail your fingers over his palm. You feel the thick skin, the scars, the callouses. And then your fingers intertwine with his.
Thatβs when it hits you. And you blink down as where Viktorβs hand hesitantly closes around yours, his fingers a light grasp. Andβ¦youβre holding his hand. For some insane reason, you just reached out and held his hand.
You flick your eyes up frantically, already starting to pull your hand away.
Until you see the pink.
It dusts his cheeks. The tops of his ears. A little down his neck. And he doesnβt look at youβthose bright eyes half-lidded with a sudden sleepiness are on your hands. On yours. And his fingers twitch as he clears his throat and continues his sentence with a few stuttered words.
But after a few pauses and word choice adjustments, heβs back to talking about what heβs tinkering with.
His handβs still in yours.
You scoot just a little closer under the guise of listening to him, of focusing. But when your heartβs a drum in your ears and you can feel the slight nervous warmth growing between your handsβand see just how well they fit togetherβitβs impossible to even pretend to remember what Viktorβs saying.
His cheeks and ears stay pink for the rest of your time in the lab.
And your hands only part when he needs his to show you something.
But when heβs done? It slots right back into place with yours.
And it stays like that until you part ways at the end of the night without a word said about it.
It happens again the next time youβre working together. And it continues even more frequently after that.
Viktor fucks and idc what you think about it. That man had everyone thirsting after him in the academy are you dumb. Stop perpetuating the idea that disabled people donβt fuck!! We do!!!!!!!!
Viktor may not be the most outwardly experienced or confident but he absolutely knows what heβs doing. I think thereβs an insecurity there due to his disability but thatβs it, thatβs the only thing that gets in his way. Heβs really focused on his work a lot so maybe he forgets about it but when he remembersβ¦bitch.
Viktor who likes making people speechless and flustered and who craves control in a situation, who is sassy as hell like of course this man knows what heβs doing the smug little bastard.
Viktor the type to see you start to blush and double down on whatever he was doing all βOh? What a pretty color youβre turning, do I really have that effect on you?β
Viktor who - in every sense of the word - studies you, finds out what makes you tick and writhe and smile.
Viktor who is awkward at times but is not a blushing bumbling fool! I feel like people forget for most of the series heβs a grown man like cmon!!!!!