Oooh these are all good points! Granted, I was leaving his presence in the game out for a moment because, as you said, having him or a cut-out of a different character everywhere can creep anyone out.
You mentioned it might be the smile, but I actually think it’s a combination of the smile and eyes. I was doing some comparisons to other cartoon characters, and Bendy’s eyes look wider apart than most others.
Even though this is a ¾ shot, his pupils are still sort of close together, as if he’s looking at something. Usually what makes dolls or bad CG look immediately uncanny is if the eyes don’t appear to move or focus on anything.
Now let’s look at Bendy
Maybe nothing looks immediately off, but what happens when you try to add lines for the lower eyelids and a line to separate the eyes?
I find it appropriate that you brought up dolls, because I think that’s what his eyes kind of look like. When the eyes look all connected together, they look vacant and lifeless. And this expression never changes or moves. We have the cut-outs, but there’s also the looping animation that plays when you restore pressure to the ink machine (it was also used in the steam announcement post over on TheMeatly’s patreon). And even though Bendy is moving in that loop- with even his horns moving a little- his face doesn’t.
“N-N-N-No!” Sirius warned, glaring at the black cat who sat out of his reach above the fireplace where an antique vase was.
He had agreed to watch over (Y/n) who was an animagus like him while the boys looked for an antidote, thinking she was experiencing trouble from transforming back into a human when in fact, she was just tired of putting up with people. She had done this before but the prolonged hours of staying in her animagus form had pushed the four boys into thinking she was stuck and was showing signs she needed help. Obviously, she was enjoying every bit of seeing them panic around the dorm but she was not expecting Sirius to volunteer in watching over her by himself especially when his animagus was a dog. Nonetheless, she kept things “fun” by teasing him and running out of his reach while knocking down vases.
The black cat looked down on him with a smug look on her face, challenging him to take a step closer.
“No, don’t you dare, (Y/n)! I know you can understand me,” Sirius said, her paw touching the vase threateningly. The suspense was killing him and although he was ready to catch the vase if (or when) it falls, he was more worried that she might get hurt once it shatters. He stepped away carefully and sighed, extracting his wand from his back pocket.
“Either we do this the easy way or the hard way,” he said calmly but the cat only hissed at him. “Alright! You’ve pushed me! Accio-”
But before he could finish the spell, (Y/n) swatted the vase at him and dashed somewhere in the common room, hiding under the couch. Sirius caught the vase in time before it had hit the floor, his wand between his teeth.
“Fucking cat…” he mumbled as he settled the vase back on the ground safely and started looking around for any sign of his feline friend.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” he called but there was still no sign of her. His mind was boggled with ideas on where she could’ve hidden underneath when he had a brilliant idea.
“Should’ve thought of this sooner,” he smirked before transforming into a large, black dog. It took a while for him to fully form since he was just beginning to get the hang of it but once he stretched his body into its new figure, he relaxed and began to sniff the air. His senses were completely overwhelmed by what he could smell and less of what he can see. Everything was exactly the same but he could barely see proper colors as he looked around the room.
He focused more on finding (Y/n) instead of comparing too much and so he sniffed every couch, table, and corner until he caught a smell that was all too familiar. He stopped at the red couch where he would often sit by the window and looked underneath.
(Y/n) hissed at him and squeezed to the farthest back where he could not get her. Sirius did not understand why she was being very hard-headed. Nonetheless, he transformed back into himself and stretched his hand under the couch.
“C'mere, you…” he said before finally managing to get a grab at the scruff of her neck, pulling her safely into his arms.
The cat did not surprisingly fight back as he carried her to the couch, keeping his hold on her tight just in case she decided to bounce off again. Sirius sighed exhaustedly before sitting down comfortably on the soft cushion. He stroked her black fur and gave her a bit of space, allowing her to rest on his chest, purring loud.
“They’ll be back, don’t worry,” he said, placing a soft kiss on top of her head. “In the mean time, why don’t you take a nap?”
(Y/n) blinked at him slowly and kneaded his chest with her paws, hoping he knew what she was trying to say. For some reason, ever since she could transform, she somehow knew how to show her affection in ways only a cat would know. Not that she hadn’t attempted before, of course. As a human, she had always liked Sirius but she was scared he might not accept her the way she did with him. Remaining friends was the only option even though she was not satisfied with it. Closing her eyes, she listened to his steady heartbeat and tried not to fall asleep as he talked.
“You’re quite the stubborn cat, you know?” He said, looking up at the red ceiling of the common room, “Not much of a difference, really.”
Say something more!
“I’ve always liked that about you, (Y/n). Always refusing to rest, always wanting to help out people without thinking of yourself…You’ll be the death of me,” he chuckled softly as he went on, “But you know what I like the most about you?”
The black cat blinked.
“Your compassion. I’ve screwed up for than once and yet here you are, waiting for me…I honestly don’t know if you’re permanently a cat now but I don’t mind keeping you.”
Wait, what? Keep me?
Sirius smiled softly at the cat who stared at him with wide, green eyes before he broke away from his trance-like confession.
“Oh Merlin, I’m losing my mind…You can’t possibly stay like this forever. We need to get you back. I need to get you back. I reckon Professor McGonagall has some books about situations like this. Hopefully, she won’t suspect a thing…”
No! Don’t bring me to her! This has gone too far!
Sirius stood up with her in his arms as he waited for his friends and just as he heard the heavy footsteps approaching, (Y/n) suddenly shifted into her human form, legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands rested on his shoulder while he stared at her, completely shocked but still managing to keep his grip on her bare thighs. She was dressed in his oversized black coat and a smirk was on her lips.
“Hi,” she said innocently and that’s when he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her sweetly. It was her turn to feel shocked. She had not expected to him to love her back this much but now that it was definitely happening, she did not hesitate to kiss him back. Sirius smiled through the kiss before they finally pulled away.
“Hello to you too,” he said happily, brushing her hair over her ear in order to see that smile he fell so in love with.
“Sirius! We found it! We found the antido- WHAT,” James exclaimed at the sight of (Y/n) who was still clinging onto Sirius with a nervous chuckle. Remus shook his head at them while Peter bounced happily on his feet.
“I should’ve seen this coming…” Remus muttered.
“Hooray! Great job, Sirius!” Peter cheered.
However, the three of them had now set their eyes on (Y/n)’s legs, confusion written all over their faces which Sirius was quick to catch on but he did not care to explain right now.
“Honestly, boys, do you mind?!” He barked protectively as he set (Y/n) down and covered her with his body.
“There wasn’t even anything to see.”
“Yup! Definitely nothing.”
“Oh, wow, look at the time! It’s annoy Snivellus time! Gotta run!”
The boys left as soon as possible, not wanting to see any more of that and risk getting hexed by the couple. (Y/n) turned to Sirius shortly after they had disappeared through the doorway, her fingers in his hair while his eyes looked at her lovingly.
“So, Hogsmeade on Saturday?” He asked.
“Of course, Sirius,” she replied, kissing him quick and light.
He returned the gesture eagerly and leaned in close to her ear afterwards before he whispered, his voice now heavy with lust.
“Oh, and about that vase? I ought to punish you for that.”
(Y/n) smirked at this and the two raced back to his room, locking the door with numerous spells to avoid anyone from interrupting them again.
Part 2 witch!au!!! I wanna know more about their deal and why Neil's not Andrews familiar!
Neil is not Andrew’s familiar because he is not a spirit. Familiars are essentially the essence of a witch’s spirit and inner self taking the form of an animal. Gaining a familiar is a complicated process and requires blood magic, and Neil wasn’t summoned to Andrew’s side. It’s kind of hard to explain, but you know *jazz hands* magic.
As for the deal, it went something like this:
it’s the beginning of summer and andrew is tired
being around annoyances for nine months was exhausting and the only reason andrew is letting kevin inside his car is because of their promise
kevin stays in the car when andrew goes out
not too far but far enough that andrew can pretend to be alone
except there’s a cat in the tree above him that’s practically suffocating in binding magic
really, it’s a surprise that the cat’s even keeping himself upright
andrew… well, he’s not about to let a cat suffer so he takes the cat and does some magic to dispel the bind
side note: binding magic isn’t bad in any way
it’s usually used to make teammates/partners stronger
it can also be used as a sort of marriage ceremony
typically, binding magic isn’t permanent and requires the consent of all parties
however, the deal with the cat was that a taboo sort of binding spell was used so that he wouldn’t be able to escape his master without causing pain unto himself
that spell is not public knowledge–only the influential are meant to know about it
summary: “So, I think Michael wants to eat me.” Geoff takes one look at him and starts laughing so hard he has to pull over to the side of the road.
(or, Michael’s been acting weird and Gavin has a theory: too bad it couldn’t be farther from the truth.)
additional tags: hybrid au, fluff
“So, I think Michael wants to eat me.”
Geoff takes one look at him and starts laughing so hard he has to pull over to the side of the road. Not a giggle, or the huff of a laugh that Geoff usually gives to anything he finds somewhat funny but isn’t worth wasting energy on; this is full-blown, voice-cracking, wheezing, huffing Geoff laughter, and he’s pretty sure that if the steering wheel hadn’t been in the way, Geoff would be folded double. It’s been a long day at the Achievement Hunter office and Gavin’s just ticked off enough that his feathers ruffle and his shoulders hunch as he turns away from Geoff. “Oy, shut up. I’m being serious.”
“Why would you even say that, oh my god!” Geoff’s gasping for air and Gavin can see tears in his eyes as he absolutely howls with laughter. He pushes at the older man’s horns in protest, which sobers him up, although Geoff is still wiping his eyes as he gets back onto the road. “Why do you think that?” He’s still chuckling, but Gavin ignores him, staring at the dashboard. “I mean, I know what cats are like. I’ve owned a cat forever! And he’s acting more and more like Smee just before he drags in a dead rat or something.”
“Yeah! Just watch him around me! It’s bloody terrifying, it is. He’s always doing this thing where he’s like, staring at me really intensely. It’s just like Smee hunting birds in the backyard!”
Now Geoff’s just casting him sidelong looks of pity. “What?”
“Nothing, dude. I’ll take your word for it.”
For once, Gavin’s not taking the piss. Sure, they joke around the office about the odd mixture of prey and predator that is Achievement Hunter and there are obviously laws and such against eating anyone else; they may be hybrids but they’re not savages, for god’s sake. Nobody’s really going to eat anyone else, probably, but he can’t help but worry. It’s just-
Michael looks at him differently. He remembers the way Michael looked at him when they first met, the combination of surprise and suspicion and ambivalence, quickly replaced by annoyance and frustration. That was alright, Gavin was used to those, seeing as he usually provoked it anyway. But now, there’s something else behind the fond exasperation in his eyes, a strange intense look, as if he was the only person in the whole world to Michael, as if he was, well, prey. And he’ll admit, it ruffles his feathers quite a bit, especially seeing as he actually is prey; all things considered, a lark isn’t high up on the food chain. It’s odd, stirs up a primal fear inside him that he can ignore but not quite forget.
The next day, Michael’s back at it again. He’s talking to Jack, back faced to the door, but the moment Gavin walks in, he looks up and stares straight into his eyes, tail whipping straight down. Gavin swallows down the irrational spike of fear and grins at him, and it seems to snap Michael back into reality. He grins back, a cheeky smirk that makes his down feathers fluff, but even though Michael goes right back to talking to Jack, his posture is different now, back straight and tail stiff, and his ears, originally relaxed, are upright and twitching slightly. Jack gives him a once-over and glances over to meet Gavin’s worried eyes, understanding dawning in his eyes. He murmurs something to Michael, who mutters right back an audible, “Fuck off.” Jack replies, and Michael practically hisses at him, storming back to his seat and dropping into it so forcefully that it creaks. Gavin exchanges wide-eyed looks with Ray, and pats Michael on the arm. He regrets it immediately, because Michael draws back like he’s been stung, hackles raising quickly. The tension in the office doesn’t dissipate for the rest of the morning.
So Gavin corners Jack outside his office, because Jack is a lion and Gavin really wants to know what he said to Michael, and it makes total sense up to the point where Jack says no. They sort of look at each other for a while, Jack calm and Gavin confused.
“Jack! This is important!”
“It’s also none of my business.”
“Well, I should think it’s my bloody business if my best friend wants to maul my face off, yeah?”
The confusion on Jack’s face would’ve been comical if it hadn’t been so relatable. They stare at each other for a beat, and Jack blinks. “Is that what you think’s going on here?”
“Well, yeah. Isn’t it?”
Jack just pushes past him and walks to his car, leaving Gavin confused and frustrated and trilling loud, angry noises at him. It’s unfortunately nothing new for either of them.
He asks Ryan next, just because Ryan is actually a nice person and the real dad of the group under all of his insanity and malice. He explains the whole situation to him over lunch another day, and because Ryan is nicer than the other gents, he listens to all of it before humming thoughtfully and then shaking his head.
“Nah, I don’t think that’s it.”
“Why not? It’s pretty simple, innit?”
“Maybe you’re barking up the wrong tree?” Ryan snickers and flicks at one of his wings, stretched out because he can never do it in the office, tiny and cramped as it is, and a 9-5 without stretching his wings is hell on his back. Gavin scowls and flaps it at him, sending a gust of wind through the break room. It’s annoying, sure, but it doesn’t account for the sudden blankness of Ryan’s expression. It’s then that he realises Michael’s entered the room, and without consciously deciding to, his wings snap back, folding up neatly against his spine. Michael looks terrifying, sharp teeth just resting against his bottom lip, ears perked and tail lowered and stiff. His hackles are raised, and it takes a moment for Gavin to realise that the low sound he’s barely hearing is Michael growling quietly. He shrinks back, glancing over at Ryan for support, but the bovine hybrid is standing up, the same irritatingly understanding look that Jack had now plastered across his face. Calmly, Ryan nods to Michael and disposes of his trash before leaving the breakroom. Gavin immediately reconsiders his assumption that Ryan is a nice person. No nice person leaves their friend to a predator to possibly have their face mauled off.
Somehow, though, the moment Ryan leaves the room, the growling tapers off and Michael shakes himself, claws that Gavin is acutely aware of retracting back into his fingers, to his immense relief. He’s still got the intense look in his eyes and his tail remains lowered, but the tension in his shoulders dissipates and he fetches a drink from the fridge before glancing over to him, smile wide, as if the events of two minutes ago hadn’t happened.
“Wanna go to Rudy’s?”
Gavin’s never been more reluctant, but he nods anyway. At least it’s crowded there. If anything happens, they’ll know exactly what.
It escalates after that. He calls Michael all manner of insults, but instead of the usual eye roll or “Shut the fuck up, Gav,”, the Jersey boy just cuffs him about the head or bats his shoulder. It’s never too rough, nothing he’s never learned to take in 26 years of being part bird, but it’s still unnerving, the sudden clap of his hand, and Gavin jumps a foot in the air every time it happens. Michael finds it hilarious, but Gavin just finds it sad. He gets an achievement in a game by backstabbing Michael, and the cat hybrid tackles him out of his chair and wrestles him around into a headlock that he won’t relinquish, even though Gavin’s smacking him with his wings and squawking loudly. It’s nice to tumble with his boy again, but the fear at the back of his mind screws with him, and when Michael lets him go, he scrambles quickly back into his chair, ignoring the surprised and somewhat hurt look in his boy’s eyes.
And so maybe Gavin is sort of, kinda, slightly, somewhat avoiding him. In his defence, he really doesn’t want to be eaten, which he sees as a perfectly justified goal, which is why it’s so unfair whenever he successfully evades going to lunch or bevs or downtown with Michael and the gents give him a disappointed look, as if he’s the one in the wrong. He’s not the one trying to eat his friends, for god’s sake. Michael probably doesn’t notice anyway, the first few times Gavin said no, he’d just shrugged and gone with Lindsay or one of the other guys, and then after that he’d stopped asking altogether. Fortunately, they haven’t had any Play Pals coming up, and in normal Let’s Plays the others keep up the banter for him. He never stays in the office longer than the normal hours because Michael always stays late, and he’s almost perfected the art of not quite looking at Michael when they talk. Gavin misses their usual conversation, but he thinks he’d prefer to be alive and without a best friend, rather than having said best friend kill you. Does that even make sense? Probably.
The whole thing comes to a head a couple of weeks later, in possibly the worst way. It’s five in the evening and Gavin’s puttering about in the break room, about to leave the building, when a hand grabs him by the elbow and he’s pulled back to meet a somewhat upset Michael.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“What?” His eyes meet Michael’s and slide away quickly, and he nervously bites his lip, feathers circling him defensively, and he can almost feel the confusion and hurt radiating from the cat hybrid. His tail curls around him and his ears flatten against his head, and Gavin can’t help but feel like shit now.
“What did I do? Are you okay?” He shakes his head, refusing to reply, but Michael steps closer, hands moving to grab his shoulders, stopping in their tracks as Gavin flinches and his wings shove them away. “Don’t! I-”
“What? What’s going on?”
“Don’t- You can’t- You can’t eat me, alright?”
There’s a beat of incredulous silence, and Gavin thinks that maybe Geoff and Jack and Ryan had a point when he meets Michael’s eyes and they’re full of shock. “Is that what you think’s going on?”
“Uh- I mean, it seemed like it.” He mumbles, and Michael shakes his head. “You’re such a fucking dumbass.”
“Well, then what is going on? You’ve been acting really weird, you can’t deny that!”
He barely has time to register what’s happening before Michael’s grabbing him by the collar and jerking him forward. Their lips meet in a chaste kiss that’s over almost as soon as it starts, and Michael steps back immediately, a flush creeping down his neck. “That’s what’s going on, fucker.” He mumbles, but there’s no heat behind the words and Gavin can see the fear in his eyes as his ears flatten against his head. Almost without thinking, he pulls him back in, hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and kisses him properly. In terms of a kiss, it’s not great, desperation making it sloppy and fumbling, but then Michael presses him against the wall and he feels a sharp canine nick his lower lip, and bloody hell forget what he just said, this is spectacular.
When they finally break apart, they’re both panting, grinning like idiots, and Michael presses his forehead to Gavin’s, shuts his eyes. “Come home with me.” His tail wraps around Gavin’s wrist affectionately, and Gavin’s wings unfold, enclose him as well.
And maybe he should stop to think about this, it’s not like he’s ever been with a guy, and it should probably be a lot more scary than it is, but then again it’s Michael, and nothing is too difficult with him, so he mumbles mindlessly, “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
The delighted grin he receives in return is more than enough to chase away any lingering doubt, and he follows willingly when Michael steps away, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the break room and towards the main office door.
The next day, they practically sprint into the office, fifteen minutes late and panting, and Michael manages to get out between heavy breaths, “Sorry I’m late. I was doing…things.”
“I’m things.” Gavin chirps from behind him, and although everyone in the room groans and Ray shouts, “I’m out!”, it’s definitely worth it to see the pretty flush creep up Michael’s neck.
“Still think Michael’s out to eat you?” Geoff calls out, and the gents all look up at him with the same annoying I-told-you-so look.
“Turns out, Geoffrey, I was completely right about that.”
Massive thanks to the lovely @rtarara for filling in so many gaps and fixing my errors (and being a “full service beta”). Oh, and @spaceshipsarecool for basically outlining the entire plot.
Cat let out a surprised exclamation when she turned around, bumping into an equally surprised Kara. The glass of bourbon in Cat’s hand collided with Kara’s chest and splashed all over the both of them. Slipping out of Cat’s hand, the tumbler shattered on the balcony floor.
“Ms. Grant, I’m so sorry!” Kara immediately scrambled, looking for something to help dry them. She set aside the folder in her hand, the article in need of review forgotten. Kara pulled off her cardigan. Her shirt was wet with the sweet smelling liquid, but her open sweater had managed to avoid the splash.
Kissing. Sucking. Moaning. It was amazing. And Kara loved every second of it. Cat was here. On top of her. And it felt so good. Tangled limbs, mingling breaths, rustling sheets. Kara moaned as Cat came beneath her for the second time, and thrust a little harder, rubbing their bodies together, making Cat purr soft words eagerly, just as happy.
Sex. Cat Grant. Kara’s apartment. Heated bodies in friction. Clothing ripping. Moonlight streaming into the room over them. Kara’s supersuit lost on the floor.
Cat was back. After weeks of quiet Cat was back. And it was the best moment of Kara’s life. Kara moaned again as her own orgasm came hard through her, making her knees weak, and Cat whispered something Kara didn’t really hear as she shook and cried out, letting herself fall softly on top of Cat as her mind went blank.
Kara sat up in bed sharply, hearing a moan in her mind, and stared at her empty apartment, the sun streaming in through open curtains, and… nobody else. Kara stared ahead and panted, wondering…
Kara gasped and looked at her tiny balcony, and her mouth fell open at the sight. Cat. A plain blue blouse. Her blouse. Nothing else. Hair tied back loosely at her neck. A smile.
“You were dreaming. It sounded good.”
“It wasn’t a dream. I…” Kara stopped as everything came back in a rush, and looked around, clothing everywhere in a messy trail from the kitchen to the bed. Kara glanced around and then back at Cat as memories from the other night came flying back, and CatCo. Cat. Coming Back. As CEO. The kiss. The talk. And then… the sex. Kara felt like fainting, and tightened her hands into the mattress beneath her, to ground herself. “You’re here.”
“I am. That was a rather… enjoyable evening there, with those powers.” Cat said, turning towards Kara and leaning against the railing, crossing her legs as she spoke. “I can’t say I minded it, when you ripped my dress.”
“You’re here.” Kara repeated, happily this time, smiling as Cat walked towards her. “That wasn’t a dream.” Kara whispered again, bringing hands into Cat’s and tugging her closer onto the bed. “Cat.”
here’s more Dan stuff wish me like on the finals I’m not studying for rn
also I WILL make a second part to this one that is smut I’m just super tired but felt like I should post so here you go
Jealousy. I hated to admit it but the was to overall feeling that rushed over me when Dan did collabs with girls or hung out with other girls. Watching him relate with all of this gorgeous girls who had the EXACT same job as him just made my blood boil. But little did Dan know these feelings…
I struggled travelling up through the lobby of Dan and Phil’s apartment complex, hands full with bags of chinese food. Dan had just gotten back from his TATINOF tour so being the loving girlfriend I am I decided to surprise him. As I made my way to door of his apartment, my excitement suddenly fizzled out as the sounds of girlish giggles filled my ears. I quickly unlocked the door, fumbling with the keys slightly as I bursted in the door and rushed up the stairs. I rushed into the longue to find Cat and Dan happily sitting on the couch watching a movie. Her head laid on his shoulder as Dan’s attention turned to me. He suddenly hopped up and walked over to me.
“Y/n! What are you doing here?” He questioned but my eyes still burned into Cat as I gritted my teeth.
“I could ask her the same thing.” My eyes turned to Dan’s as anger suddenly took over me.
“Y/n what are you…”
“So instead of responding to your GIRLFRIEND’S text and not even TRYING to make plans with me you decide to invite her over?!” I slightly yelled causing Cat to jumped and Dan’s eyes to widen.
“Don’t start this right now. She was in town and I thought since Phil was still in Florida, I would invite her over.” Dan spoke harshly at me as I turned my attention back to Cat who was staring at us, unsure of what to do.
“You can leave now.” I spat at her causing her to nod and quickly exit the room and eventually the sound of the front door closing ringed through the room.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” Dan shrieked at me causing me to chuckle.
“Am I kidding you? Hm last time I checked I didn’t choose another girl to hang out with OVER MY GIRLFRIEND.” I yelled as Dan’s breathing began to increase, his face becoming red with anger.
“Y/n sorry I don’t want to hang with you ALL THE TIME. Sorry I actually have another friends that I liked to hang out with. Sorry my whole life doesn’t revolve around YOU. I’M SORRY I’M NOT A CLINGY BITCH LIKE YOU.” He screamed in my face as I felt everything around me disappear. Tears whelmed up in my eyes as I stared at the boy who I loved with all of me. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I saw Dan’s face soften, realizing the harsh comment he had just stated. “Baby I…”
“A clingy bitch huh? Well you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I won’t bother you ever again.” I whispered as I dropped the chinese food on the table. “Here’s your fucking dinner.” I brushed past him walking towards the front door as I felt somebody grab my wrist and pull me back.
“Baby no. No no no no. I’m sorry you know I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” He whispered, tears now rolling down his face as I kept my eyes on the floor tears now dripping on the hardwood floor. I felt a hand under my chin and lift my head up gently. My eyes soon met a pair of teary, caramel eyes as I let a quiet sob escape my quivering lips. Dan’s face created a concerned facial expression. I shook my head slightly mumbling.
“Please… just leave me alone right now…” The expression the Dan showed next broke my heart even more. His lips were slightly parted as he nodded his head in understandment.
“Okay angel, but please stay here with me. You can go into my room I promise I won’t bother you until you’re ready.” I agreed with a slight nod as Dan placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I pulled away turning my back to him as I walked into his room quietly closing the door and locking it behind me before crashing on his bed and completely breaking down.
(lowercase) okay just imagine for a second. theyre in their bedroom, and things are getting steamy. and then yuri suddenly asks to stop. why? because the cat is in the room. "yura shes a cat she doesnt know whats happening" "BUT BEKA SHES STARING RIGHT AT US"
gvuehngvrejgi IF IT AIN’T ME
Yuri covering himself with the sheet, looking scandalised as Otabek gets up with a sigh, shirtless and unzipped jeans low on his hips, scooping up the cat and muttering quietly as he carries her outside of the bedroom