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adams-angels · 3 months

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Plssssass pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls do a adam x reader smut where adam is in heat or anything plssssssss

I had WAAAAY too much fun writing this one 🤭 I was originally gonna do another angel s/o but where's the fun in that? I spiced this up with a sinner s/o

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

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Smut below the cut! Minors dni

Extermination day. Once again. Yaaay! You hid in your apartment and waited. You knew he was coming. He was always coming.

You don't know why, but a couple years ago you were spared by Adam. Ever since then he always comes to check on you. Makes sure you're still alive. He says it's because it's funny watching you get pissed off at every little thing. Every little thing being his annoying ass.

You hear the knock at the door. It's the secret knock Adam made up so you'd know it was him. But this knock was rushed. Desperate almost. It sent a cold chill down your spine. It's not that you like Adam. You just don't want anything to happen to him and would be sad if he stops visiting but you don't LIKE him.

You quickly rush to the door, checking the peephole and there he was. Looking different? You unlocked the many bolts on your apartment door and let him in. He pushed himself past you, "what's up sinner tits?" Dumb name. You shut your door and lock it back up. "Hello, Adam." You look over at him and he looks restless. "You okay?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, whatever." He scratched his arm like he was a drug addict. Itching for his next hit.

Your mind raced. What if the exorcists know he's been visiting me? What if he has to kill me? What if- you're snapped out of your thoughts. "Stop overthinking. You do that too much." He groaned. "Okay?" You walk over to him, his body tenses. "Why are you acting weird?" His eyes widen, he takes a couple steps back. "M-me? Weird?! Ha! That's- that's fucking rich coming from you!"

Okay, something up. That stutter screamed something was up. You put your hands on your waist stepping closer to him, causing him to step back. You ended up cornering him once he was stopped by the wall. "what the hell is up with you, Adam. Tell me, right now!"

"I need you." He whined. You don't know if it was the fact he had no where else to go, or you were being quite demanding but you weren't expecting him to whine like that. But God, did it make you feel powerful. This devine being, whining like a whore. "Excuse me?"

"fuck, I need you, y/n. Please?" He pleaded. "Jesus, it's like you're a fucking heat." You joked but his whimper told you everything. "Noooo, fucking way. Do you- are you in heat?" You laugh at him. "Don't fucking laugh!" He grabs your wrist and spins you around, pinning you to the wall.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

"I need to fuck you. I don't want to. But I need to. I can't stop thinking about you. No one else is working, so please." He begged, never in your afterlife did you think you'd see Adam begging for you. But here you are. In your apartment, Adam pleading with you. "I'll do it." He lit up. "On one condition." He groaned his forehead resting on yours. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you want, babe."

You look him in his LED eyes, "mask off." He hesitated, removing his head from yours to get a full look at your expression. "What? Why?" He asked, his tone would tell you he was annoyed by the request but inside he was scared. What if you changed your mind once you saw his actual face. "Because I like to look at the person who's going to fuck me." He whines, he's desperate right now, he needs you. He reaches for his mask, hesitates before taking it off.

He looked gorgeous, stunning, and surprisingly embarrassed. "You so-" he couldn't wait any longer, his lips crashed into yours, his tongue explored your mouth. There was no negotiation on who was dominating the situation.

His hands caressed your body starting at your neck tracing down to your waist before getting to your legs, he lifts you up with ease. Sloppily kissing you, as he takes you to the nearest surface, your side table. Sitting you on top of it, knocking off a couple of books, a small plant and a picture frame among other things.

He releases your lips to move on to your jawline then neck, covering you in marks. His marks. You can't help but moan at the sensation. His hands head straight to your pants, gaining access to your intimate area. Once your pants are off he whips off his robe and lifts you up from the side table. Lining up with your entrance. His eyes full of lust for you. He watched your face as he slid you onto his cock. It was perfect, dickmaster is right. It was like he cock was made to fit you. He didn't give much time for you to enjoy the fit before he started thrusting into you.

His arms wrapped around your back holding you close to his body. His teeth sinked into your neck, he moaned into your skin. Your hands found their way to the back and top of his head, tugging at his brown locks. His wings burst out, twitching and trembling as he buries his cock deep inside you. Filling you fully with his member, hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. "Fuck.. so good y/n" he mumbles into your neck. "So tight.."

His hips stuttered, he released your neck and went back to your lips, feeling you moan into his mouth sent him over the edge as he finished inside of you. His wings fell to the floor and you both crashed into the sideboard, Adam leaning on you for support. "Fuck.. bitch, who knew you'd feel so good." "Who knew you liked dirty sinners." You panted. "Don't spoil it."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel smut #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam smut

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pianokantzart · 1 year

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Oh boy, get ready for a long post. There’s a lot to cover.

As Luigi is dragged aboard Bowser’s ship, he is utterly confounded, and is just trying to take in his surroundings. He is not granted even that luxury. Every time he hesitates he is violently forced along. The second to last time he’s yanked forward, it’s so aggressive that his hat falls over his eyes, effectively blindfolding him for the final leg of the journey. The last time he’s tugged forward, he’s so exhausted and disoriented that he falls on his face before Bowser’s throne, and it takes a little while for him to get back up.

Bowser looks intrigued. At this point, all he knows of either of The Mario Brothers is that there’s a mustachioed human somewhere out there, training with and traveling alongside his love interest. When he first heard of Mario he was thrown into a tizzy, his fragile ego threatened by simply the existence of a human in close proximity to the woman he’s infatuated with... and now who should be dragged to his throne but yet another human, who matches the exact description of the man on his mind.

Luigi gathers himself and rises to his knees. Looking up, he recoils at the sight of Bowser: a nine foot tall turtle monster, covered in razor sharp spikes, looking down at him with rage in his eyes, like he wants to tear him apart.

“Leave him to me.” Bowser begins to descend his throne. If Luigi wasn’t scared before, he certainly is now. He recoils even further, every cell in his body striving to move as far away as possible; to run, to hide, to disappear, to be anywhere except here!

Kamek shows up in a puff of smoke, and after undoing Luigi’s bonds he engulfs him in a magical field that serves only to incapacitate him even more than the ropes did. Luigi yells in terror as he is flung forward, and is placed face-to-face with the menacing King of The Koopas.

You can see Luigi very subtly shake his head as Bowser draws near. Every part of him is screaming, bracing for the worst, but Bowser merely spins Luigi around… almost playfully… and asks for his name.

“Uh… Luigi.” He answers, letting out a nervous laugh. With nowhere to run, nothing to hide behind, and nobody to protect him, Luigi has one last survival method to lean on: deescalation. Clearly this giant turtle monster thing is mad about something. This has to be a misunderstanding! He thinks that, perhaps, if he is agreeable and does what he’s told, he can escape this situation intact.

Bowser brags about his plans to marry a princess and rule the world while threateningly flicking his claws, so sharp and sturdy they spark like knives against each other. Luigi feigns celebration as Bowser presses one of these razor-sharp claws against his throat, lifting his head. “Wow, heh... Yaaay.” Deescalate. Survive. Tell this guy what he wants to hear.

“But there’s one problem, Luigi. There’s a human traveling with my fiancee… has a mustache, just like you!”

“...Do you know him?”

Mmmm, okay. Let’s address the elephant in the room. What’s up with the... behavior? This is what I think: For some time now, Bowser has been seething about Mario. He’s never met him, knows almost nothing about him, and yet he already hates him with the passion of a thousand suns. No matter what Bowser claims, he very much feels threatened by Mario’s proximity to Peach. He wants nothing more than to prove his superiority over him… to grind him under his heel like he has everyone else that has ever gotten in his way. Now he finds someone who fits Mario’s description in his presence– someone who is very likely connected with this newfound enemy– and he’s going to revel in it. Every motion Bowser’s made this far… spinning Luigi around, jabbing at his throat, messing with his hat, lifting his chin, twirling his mustache… is about dominance. It’s to prove to Luigi that he is truly helpless, and that Bowser can do whatever he likes to him without consequence.

Unfortunately, this dynamic is also… um, you know...

... quite fruity. While I see it more as strictly a power play, there’s a weird intimacy in the chin lifts and the mustache twirl that’s hard to ignore. If Bowser isn’t attracted to Luigi, he certainly has a fascination with him, at least for the moment.

“… N-no…” When responding to Bowser’s question, Luigi’s first “no” sounds genuine, like he’s so scared that his brain isn’t functioning correctly, and he legitimately doesn’t recall. But in a split second the pieces come together, and his eyes widen with realization: Mario. “... No!” The second “no” is a huge mistake; an impulsive reiteration, a lie transparent as glass. Bowser is all the more certain that these two know each other, and steps the interrogation up a notch.

“Ah, tough one I see! Maybe this will get you to talk…” Bowser almost sounds excited to see the defiance. He targets the one descriptor he has for Mario other than his humanity: the mustache. He grabs a hair, and tugs.

It clearly hurts, but now that Luigi knows his brother is involved he tries to feign ignorance. He doesn’t know what’s happening or why it matters, he just knows he doesn’t want Mario wrapped up in... whatever this is. Unfortunately, Luigi is really, really bad at lying.

“Do you think I know every human being with a mustache wearing an identical outfit with a hat with the letter of his first name on it?… because I don’t.” Luigi. My man. My poor dumb green bean, Bowser never mentioned the outfit. Luigi has effectively removed any doubt that he and Mario know each other, and placed a big ole target on his own head.

The confirmation that Luigi is well acquainted with the man stealing his girl has made him infinitely less amusing to Bowser, who is now less interested in toying with Luigi and far more interested in hurting him. He pulls out the mustache hair and snatches Luigi in his fist, squeezing tight. He grabs a larger clump of mustache and yanks hard, repeating the question with a newfound violence. “Do you know him!?”

“Ah! Stop! Stopstopstop I know him, yes, I know him. He’s my brother Mario, and he’s the best guy in the world!”

Completely panicked and now in serious pain, Luigi reveals two pieces of information while breaking down into sobs: the “mustachioed human” traveling with the princess is named Mario, and they are brothers. This is two pieces of information that Bowser didn’t know before, but there is one more key detail that he is desperate to know:

B: “Do princesses find him attractive!?” L: “THEY DO IF THEY HAVE GOOD TASTE!” Luigi doesn’t quite realize that his adoration of Mario is making this situation so much worse. He has not figured out... despite all evidence... that the princess is a key point in this, that there is a weird one-sided rivalry between Mario and this draconic tyrant. But, understandably, Luigi is spent. He has 0 braincells left. At this point, he just misses his brother with all his heart. If Luigi had been able to think about anything else, he might’ve know that this was the worst thing he could’ve possibly said (as adorable as it was).

Bowser does not take kindly Luigi’s reply. He rips out the clump of mustache and throws him to the ground in disgust. Whatever interest and amusement he felt before has been completely stamped out. Luigi has validated Bowser’s insecurities, and dared speak Mario’s praises in his presence. “Get him out of my sight! We’ll see how tough this Mario is, when he watches me kill his brother!”

This interrogation has lead to two developments: 1. Bowser now officially knows Mario’s name. 2. Bowser has a newfound hatred for Luigi too. Obviously, he doesn’t hate him as much as he hates Mario, but by virtue of being dedicated to his brother Luigi has accidentally placed his head directly on the chopping block. Although I am disappointed nothing came of Bowser’s threat, I have my fingers crossed this line will come back to bite us in the future, especially now that Bowser has a better understanding of not just how dedicated Luigi is to Mario, but how much Mario loves Luigi in return.

#not art #Mario Movie #Mario Movie Spoilers #Luigi #Bowser #Super Mario Brothers #Super Mario Bros #Long Post #mario movie analysis #You guys finally got me to talk about Bowuigi congradulations #I hope you're proud #Also Luigi made a squeaky toy noise when he was grabbed #I feel like it's important to point that out #that is canon now

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ravenstargames · 9 months

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✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #4 | 07.31.23

Ahá! What is this?! Ravenstar Games' fourth devlog?! More likely than you think!

Before we start, we want to apologize once again for the inactivity and thank you for your patience. Our master degree has ended as of today, but September 15th is the day on which we must hand in everything we have done during the year. That means that technically, we still have to work until then—BUT we are back on track with Lost in Limbo and our plans for the game, and we are beyond excited!

Without further ado, let's jump right into it! 💜

So of course our most important milestone has been finishing our first key art! Yaaay! 🎉

We'll use this piece as a header for our socials, as well as an overall banner for steam, itch.io, etc. Raquel did an amazing job as always with this piece, and I had the pleasure to assist her with a few details and post-editing! We are so so happy to finally have this in our hands, it has made us feel like FINALLY we can work on our game again! :')

There's also of course the Barbie artwork, which was in the making for a long, long time. It was a silly little thing we wanted to do since Barbie was announced, and Kayden worked super hard to finish it right on time!

<<The Midnight Tower. It was there before our kind took its first breath, and it will be there after the last one is long gone.>>

Not really a background, but not a CG either—let's say this is a small sneak-peak of the demo! This is one of the first things you'll see while playing, and a core part of LiL's adventure; the Midnight Tower, a mysterious entity that seems to be somehow connected to you.

I'm already working on animating this piece; the inky fragments will float around, the fog will move, and you'll be able to join this little raven on his journey to the top! Special thanks to Kayden who was in charge of this one!

You can also see the tower in our key art, if you haven't noticed. It's great to see how LiL's lore and story is evolving and seeing the light slowly but surely! 💜

This month we are happy to show you the provisional main title screen for Lost in Limbo!! 💜 As per usual, I will animate the stained glass wheel to make it spin (like the logo in our webpage, hehe), and the fog will dance around with some nice particles!

All the screens for the game are done and we are waiting for our UI artist to send the files over so we can start programming and do some screenshots. We would have liked to do this during May, June and July (the months we knew would be packed with school work) but this has not been possible as the files have not been sent over to us yet. We hope we can get them soon enough!

These past months have been a rollercoaster thanks to our master degree, but we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Things have been mentally draining for us all because we wanted to work on our game, and there was always the fear of people "forgetting" about our project, (or worse, thinking we had suddenly vanished to never come back), but we had to focus on our grades.

When we started two years ago, we knew this would be difficult, but I think none of us expected the hardships to be this way. To avoid writing a wall of text, let's just say that when you create something, you want to protect it; you want people to see it bathed in the sunlight you see it under, and the fear of it being disappointing or not enough is something that has hit us hard recently because of our inability to work on it. BUT THAT'S OVER!

To end this on a happy note, we have to give our endless thanks not only to you all, for still being here ready to welcome us back, but specially to @crescencestudio (and I, Seyl, am incredibly grateful to them) for being one of our biggest supports during the past few months! We have been struggling besties and talking to them has been one of the few things keeping us sane. SO THANK YOU!!! 💜

#lost in limbo #indiedev #visual novel #otome #devlog

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thelambliesdown1974 · 2 years

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eeeeeeeeeee wheeeee yippee!! spin me around weeeee! yaaay so fun !!! - David Byrne

#radio waves

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neocoffeecafe · 2 months

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I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITINGS it’s so hard to find a good yangyang writer which is why i immediately fall in love with your account😭❤️

can i request a yangyangxreader smut where they’re both bratty and fighting to be on top, also yangyang giving the best aftercare in the end basically just pure fluff!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY <3

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includes/warnings fluffier smut, both reader and yangyang are annoying lil brats, fem!reader, unprotected sex, yangyang is a bit of a pissy bitch, bro cums inside (wrap it before u tap it… or not!), reader + yangyang are switches, bratty smut, plus sized friendly reader, biting, choking and light manhandling, cuddly aftercare, cockwarming, etc

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a/n oh my god yaaay anon 🫶 ily that is so so so sweet 🤧 BUT with that in mind i struggled to make it to my satisfaction bcs i wanted it to be perfect for u 💔 please give me feedback if u like it ty ily anon <3

“what? you know you want it.” you tease, swaying your hips side to side in a teasing manner, catching the boy’s eyes.

he rolls them, turning his attention back to the game. “baby, please. i’m tryna carry.”

you plop down on the bed, unamused. “please pay attention to me or i won’t suck your dick for a week.” you say, casually pulling out your phone.

his hand is frozen on the mouse. “what did you just say?”

you look up from your friends instagram post with your innocent doe eyes, to only meet the back of his head, some strands of his black hair sticking up wildly.

“oh, nothing.”

“you said something. quit being a brat, and tell me.” he says, clicking buttons aggressively, until you see him slump in his chair with a sigh of satisfaction, the voice announcing his victory filled the speakers of his computer, before spinning around in his chair to face you.

and there you were, sitting so pretty. in your stitch themed pajamas, nails covered with rhinestones from when he gave you tons of money with the guidelines to “get them pretty for him.”

he smiles at your figure, finally standing up from his gaming chair where you’ve had your fair share of cuddles, and stands right in front of you. he carefully pushes you on your back, crawling on top and placing gente kisses from your face to your neck, his trail slow.

one of his hands keeps him up and steady, while the other snakes up to your breast to cup it, his fingers barely touching the cloth, teasing you and the nipples that begun to harden. your chest heaved and your back arched.

“i’ve hardly touched you and you’re already going feral.”

oh, and you were the brat? mr can’t-pay-attention-to-his-girlfriend-egotistical-dom. just for this, you wanted, no, you had to put him in his place.

so you did what any girl would do: gripped his shoulders with your sharp nails and flung him on the bed, taking his previous spot.

“hi.” you say, staring into the eyes of an unamused, and a rather upset, boy.

he scowls at you, attempting to push you off of him, but your knees press against his legs, keeping him from moving.

“stop moving, you brat.” you hiss, fingers reaching for the elastic of his sweatpants. “do you want me to suck you off or not?”

his whole demeanor changed, no longer fighting, but relaxed, arms folded behind his head like a pillow. “well, carry on. don’t keep me waiting.” he says, closing his eyes like he is at peace.

you gave him another glare, leaving his cock dry, scooching your body up to his face. he opens one of his eyes, seeing you now, excited for his dinner.

your thighs squeeze his face, and you grind yourself on him. you tease, the strings of your pajama bottoms smacking him in the face.

your fingers guide the pajamas off and you kick them off to reveal striped panties, sliding them to the side.

“thats fucking hot.” he says. you plant yourself on his face, and he wastes no time and immediately gets down to business.

his hands hold your hips in place, like you wanted to move, but you couldn’t drag yourself from the pleasure his tongue gave you, flicking back and forth on your slick folds, his tongue gliding with ease.

when your pretty moans boosted his ego enough, he decided to add a finger to your sensation, the length of the digit itching your walls and sending riptides though your body. your stomach flipped, and your vision became clouded with white stars, releasing a load onto his face.

like a starved man, he happily lapped it up. he was not interested in removing your underwear, finding it hot to watch it turn a darker color with the wetness that oozed onto the fabric.

he shoved you off of him, and pressed you to the bed, shoving your face into the pillow and showing your ass on full display for him. he slides his pajama pants down just to let his cock free, letting it slap against the plump flesh.

he let it rest in the center, pressing his tummy against your back, teeth gnawing at your neck, turning spots purple and feeding into your moans. he wrapped a veiny hand around your neck, slowly sliding inside of your hole, sliding in like it was made for you.

“fuck.” he breathed out, “your hole already so wide for me. its the impact i have on ya.” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

you roll your eyes at his snotty, bratty remark. one of your arms reaches forward to grip onto the headboard, anticipation bubbling in your veins.

he thrusts and the hand around your neck catches you, already whimpering and red in the ass. the sounds echo in the empty house, the sounds of the bed smacking the wall and sounds of skin on skin. the sounds of his grunts and the sounds of your moans, his ego through the roof.

“you like that?” his hand wraps around your neck tighter, the chains of the necklace he gave you a year ago pressing patterns into your skin and his skin, your moans answering his question, feeling yourself want to cum on him, the tingling feeling creeping over your body further. “you’re such a bad little girl.” he says, his hips snapping harder, sure to leave bruises in the morning.

you gripped the fluff of the pillow for dear life as your hole tightened and your body trembled violently, your release coating his cock, his release not far after.

you both collapse on the bed, both too lazy to remove his flesh from inside. welcoming arms embrace you to the warmth of him.

“im going to hurt a lot tomorrow.”

“it was worth, though. right?”

you chuckled, burying your nose in his neck. “sure.”

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dnangelic · 4 months

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best dark trait meanwhile is he doesn't care so nothing's stopping him from holding hands with anybody and spinning around with them in a circle going 'yaaay!! yaaay!!!'

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT.#the problem is he doesn't know enough genki ppl tht he thinks r cute #only star's emu has made the cut i think everybody else either has anxiety or hes too busy trying to flirt with. tsk

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nanamatox3 · 6 months

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Hello!! Can I ask for headcanons for Gintoki, Hijikata and Okita getting the kabedon treatment by their crush? Bonus points if said crush is short so it looks kind of ridiculous lol. Thank you and good luck with the blog!

Yaaay some Gintama <3 thank you so much! Hope you like Them cutie~

Sakata Gintoki:

The last thing Gin would expect for today was to end up in such an position with you....

As you stare at him intently waiting for an answer to your question

He'll look at you for a sec....blink....and you think you can see him blush???? But he'll turn his head to the side

ofc we'll tease you a bit cause your just so small not his fault you didnt eat your greens

" oi, oi, are you trying to trap me, shortie??" he ask's raising a brow

Hijikata Toshiro:

He was just on his way to Kondo then bam! You pushing him against a wall

Poor hijikata is so going to be so flusterd

"O-o-oi, what are you doing....." (blush blush aaaah so cute)

You stare up at him for a minute

In that time there are going so many questions in his head

"Nothing, what are you doing?" you ask while smiling up hat him, you just love teasing him hes so cute all blushy n shit

And with that you just walk alway leaving tomato red hijikata there

Okita Sugo:

Oh boy....

That fucker will give you an amused, sharp grin

Looking down at you with a look thats a lil too smug

Oh no, you wanted to back out....knowing this was probably an bad idea

You just realized he let you corner him...

RUNNN

"Oh? trying to assert you dominance now are you?" he teases

Before you can react he'll swiftly spin you around, pinning you against the wall

"But remember.... Im the one who always takes the lead."

#gintama imagines #gintama headcanons #sakata gintoki #gintoki sakata imagines #gintama fluff #nana answers #geminigoddesswriting #hijikata toushirou #hijikata imagines #okita sougo #okita sougo imagines #sakata gintoki x you #okita sougo x you #hijikata toshiro x you

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carrie-tate · 1 year

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Movie night

Warning: None, I think? Three friends just having a good time together ^^

Fandom: Epithet Erased

Description: Just a friendly movie night the Museum Trio with third-rate comedies

(Approximate) size: around 11k characters, actually?

Notes: Yes, yes, I also write, it’s just that I most often feel reluctant to translate it. This fanfic was written a year or two ago, but I decided to translate it with support @kanene-yaaay, so, thanks for that! Without you, I wouldn't have dared to do this!

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It was Friday evening. And also exactly six months, one week and three days since Molly moved in with Giovanni.

She herself could not believe that everything went so smoothly: her father didn't particularly notice her disappearance, so he didn't look for her. And he was not at all embarrassed by the "overnight at a friend's" stretching for six months. Giovanni's mother, or Mrs. Potage (actually Blyndeff was surprised that "Potage" was Giovanni's real last name), quickly accepted that:

"Molly is Grandpa Frank's maternal aunt's great niece."

Giovanni himself, for some reason, left the Banzai Blasters. Molly herself didn't know the reason, but did not dare to ask. But he continued to call the girl by the nickname given to her back in the museum. In response, she sometimes called him "Boss", as then.

Also about a month ago, Dr. Ashling turned up. According to him, he recovered much earlier (fortunately, he was lucky to meet a person with the epithet “Treatment”), but Sylvester had too much to do, and could not find the time to finally call. The girl was pleased that he still kept the card she gave him.

Although, according to Ashling, he was confused when he called the number indicated and someoneб, who turned out to be Molly's dad, directed him to Giovanni's house.

Everyone was surprised then: Sylvie, who was met at the door by the former captain of the Banzai Blasters; and Giovanni, not understanding why he needed Molly; and Molly herself, who simply went to the living room to get a forgotten book, and in addition met Sylvie again.

That day they discussed many things. After that, Sylvester looked in on them from time to time, and no one really objected.

So on this Friday evening, they decided to get together and watch some movies.

Sylvie had not yet arrived, but Giovanni and Molly were already getting ready for the evening. Potage was sorting through cassettes, the old TV set refused to accept anything other than them. Blyndeff, with a gleam in her eyes, watched how a pack of popcorn was spinning in the microwave. After all, watching a movie without snacks is a crime.

Looking out from the kitchen with a bowl in her hands, the girl asked:

"How is it, Boss?"

"Great, Bear Trap," a smile beamed across the boy's face, "found a good movie for us!"

"This is cool."

Molly carefully sat down on the couch next to Giovanni, leaving the bowl on the coffee table.

"You're sure to like it," Potage handed the cassette to the girl.

"The Rock City Express?" puzzled, she read the inscription on the cassette.

"Yep, the best action comedy in our house," Giovanni smiled proudly.

"First time I've heard," Molly continued to look at the cassette.

"Oh, have you seen a lot of movies?" The guy sighed in displeasure, leaning back on the back of the couch.

"Honestly, not very," admitted Blyndeff.

"Oh, you want to talk about..."

Giovanni was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Finally!"

Potage got up from the couch and walked slowly to the door. Behind this, of course, was Ashling.

"You're late, Doc," Giovanni said snidely.

"I’m not," the guest immediately objected. "I am never late, I arrived on time."

The psychologist looked at his watch, which showed exactly seven o'clock and two minutes.

"Your watch is thirteen minutes late," Potage remarked.

"What?!" asked Ashling, looking intently at his watch.

"Or ours is in a hurry," said Giovanni, grinning from ear to ear. "Come in."

"How witty," Sylvester replied with a perfectly stone face.

But still he went. The already familiar living room, the old TV, all this was familiar to the doctor. Molly waved her hand happily in greeting.

"Hey, Sylvie!"

"Hi," Sylvie replied with a slight hesitation and waved back modestly.

Giovanni sat imposingly in the corner of the couch, Ashling squatted neatly in the middle, and Molly settled herself comfortably on the other side.

"Giovanni, can you put the cassette in?" asked Blyndeff.

"Of course, of course, my faithful minion!"

Potage took the cassette from the girl and inserted it into the receiver. He hummed softly, letting you know that he was still working. Giovanni returned to his seat, taking the remote control with him.

Meanwhile, the doctor glanced at the cassette box.

"Wait, what the heck is that?!" Sylvester grabbed the box and looked at the cover.

"What?" Didn't understand Potage.

"What kind of third-rate comedy is that?" Ashling said irritably, waving the box around.

"Doc, you don't understand anything about movies!"

Giovanni snatched the box from the doctor's hands.

"This movie is the best comedy in this house! I know it!"

"I'm sorry that this garbage of cinema is the best movie in your house."

Sylvester folded his arms across his chest. Potage was about to answer him somehow, but Molly got into their conversation.

"The movie begin."

The girl carefully pulled the popcorn bowl closer to her.

"Now you will understand how wrong you are, Doc."

"Doc" just snorted in annoyance and stared at the screen.

The comedy, although it was really third-rate, didn’t stop Giovanni from laughing out loud at every joke. From Molly, too, chuckles and giggles were heard from time to time. Ashling, on the other hand, was staring at the screen with an indifferent expression. He thought he was too intelligent to laugh at such bad humor.

“Personally, clowns don’t seem funny to me at all.” Heard from the TV. “To tell you the truth, I'm afraid of them. I don't even know when it began. Probably when I was taken to the circus as a child and a clown killed my father.”

Sylvester covered his grin with his hand. This joke wasn't so bad.

"What's the matter, Doc?" Potage asked, smiling, noticing the change on his friend's face.

"Hah?"

The smirk was quickly replaced by a bored face.

"Nothing."

"Oka-ay," drawled Giovanni, but the smile was still on his face.

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, the doctor continued to watch. Unless, after a couple of scenes, another phrase slipped through that caused Ashling to grin.

"HA!"

Potage shouted smugly, pointing his finger at Sylvie.

"Smiling! So not such a third-rate movie!"

Giovanni folded his arms across his chest and lifted his head proudly, still looking at his friend. Sylvie returned the bored face and said:

"It must have seemed to you. Because I didn't smile."

"You can't fool me."

Giovanni approached the doctor, looking him straight in the eye. And immediately pulled away:

"And Bear Trap saw everything, right?"

Molly looked up from the movie.

"Huh? I guess?"

"Yeah, she didn't see anything," Ashling drawled.

"So it means that there was something to see!" Potage announced triumphantly.

"Ah... Um..." Sylvester did not immediately find something to answer this. "She didn't see anything because there was nothing to see!"

"You're making excuses! Everyone who has done something is making excuses!" Potage argued.

"Those who did nothing also make excuses, by the way!"

"Yeah-yeah, but I've seen you smile and it's useless to hide it, Doc."

Giovanni nudged the doctor lightly in the side with his elbow. And, of course, a stifled squeak from this same doctor didn’t pass by his ears. Potage glanced at Sylvie with concern.

"Is everything okay? Do you have a bruise or something?"

He poked at the same place again, testing his theory. Which caused a traitorous chuckle from Ashling. Giovanni stared at the doctor in bewilderment, but, having thought of something, narrowed his eyes cunningly, still looking at Sylvie.

"And what was it?"

"N-nothing?" Ashling smiled uncertainty and looked away.

"Oh," Potage began conspiratorially, "I don't think so, Doc."

Sylvester slowly moved away from the guy until he crashed into Molly. The girl again was distracted from the film and looked at her friend with incomprehension.

"Something's wrong?"

To be on the safe side, she put the bowl of popcorn back on the table.

"Nothing," Giovanni repeated the doctor's words. "I just found out something new about our Sylvie."

Having said this, Potage abruptly jerked forward at Ashling, raising his hands. With cries, Sylvie and Giovanni fell on the couch. Molly stared at this picture, literally unfolding under her nose, in bewilderment.

"Get off me!" the doctor immediately yelled, pushing his friend away with his hands.

"Nope," Potage said contentedly, wiggling his fingers. "Until I check it out!"

"Check the wha…"

Giovanni didn't wait for Sylvie to finish, and began to run his fingers rapidly along his sides. At the same moment Ashling stopped short and covered his mouth with his hands. But even such efforts were not successful. Here and there a chuckle slipped through; It was amusing to Potage to watch these futile attempts.

Molly, looking at this, thought for a couple of moments and decided to continue watching the movie. Sylvie, at that moment lying at her side and trying to hide her laughter, did not bother the girl at all.

"Cut. It. OUT!" Ashling snarled through his teeth (and, obviously, through his hands).

He tried with all his might to restrain himself, to endure and wait until Giovanni simply got bored with this business.

"No way!"

But he doesn't seem to get bored of it.

Potage accepted this peculiar challenge and smiled confidently, continuing his attack. But deciding that if he continues in the same spirit, he will not see anything new, Giovanni changed his place, raising his hands higher.

At this point Ashling's defenses collapsed. Quickly dropping his hands in an attempt to hide at least something from Potage's attack, the doctor burst into laughter. It was different from his "sinister" laugh and was more... childish.

"S-stop!"

"I knew it!"

Giovanni smiled triumphantly. He had no intention of stopping any time soon.

"Bear Trap, just look!"

"Eh?" Molly looked up from the movie again. "Oh."

"Help," Ashling pleaded piteously through laughter.

Blyndeff looked at the guys. Well, for some time the Boss wasn't tickling her. And it even looked cute from the outside. But perhaps you need help...

The girl reached out for Giovanni's arms, as he declared:

"You'll get yours too, Bear Trap," a playful, sinister grin appeared on his face.

Molly jerked her hand away in fright. She didn't really want to be in Sylvie's place right now. But when she looked at them again, she sighed, preparing for the worst. Blyndeff knew what she would get at the end.

"Sudden attack!"

Molly screamed and jumped on Potage, falling off the couch with him. Without giving Giovanni time to realize what had happened, she herself, closing her eyes, began to tickle him.

"…It's not fair… …to use… …my attacks… …on me!" with difficulty keeping the connection between the words, the guy shouted, while not even really resisting.

"...To attack... ...without warning... ...is also not fair..."

The doctor tried to get his breath back. Well, he hadn't laughed like that in a long time. Ashling stared at his friends with blank eyes, thinking. While Sylvie digested what had happened, Giovanni turned the tables, and now he was taking revenge on the girl.

When Potage finally calmed down and helped Blyndeff to his feet, they finally took notice of the hovering doctor. Giovanni waved his hand in concern in Sylvie's face.

"Doc? Are you okay?"

Molly tapped Ashling gently on the shoulder. This brought him out of his trance and the doctor looked around absently.

"Eh? What?"

"You okay?" Potage repeated the question. "I hope I didn't go too far? Bring some water?"

Sylvester looked at his friend with his usual sarcastic gaze. The only thing with which Giovanni "went too far" is with feelings.

"I'm fine, not dying," Ashling declared, thus reassuring the others.

"I'm sorry," Potage scratched the back of his head guiltily as he sat down next to Sylvie. "But understand, I had to check it out."

Potage spread his hands, saying, "I couldn't do anything about it."

"I got what you mean."

Adjusting his glasses, the doctor moved closer to Molly and said irritably:

"Next time, let me breathe, you moron."

Potage nodded at first, not attaching much importance to Ashling's words. Then the meaning of what was said hit him.

"You mean 'next time'?" the guy drawled in puzzlement.

"And what is wrong?"

"I thought you were going to say something in your nutty way," Giovanni said, and mimicked that 'nutty way' by gesturing vigorously. " 'Don't touch me again or I'll strangle you!' "

"It's just that I know you're going to ignore it," the doctor snorted uncertainly.

"He wouldn't," Blyndeff broke in, "you know that."

Potage nodded again. Ashling involuntarily admitted that usually this guy really would not hurt someone. At least if asked. Accordingly, here Sylvester could simply ask not to interfere with him and, with a probability of sixty-seven percent, Giovanni would listen to him.

Then why didn't Sylvester do it?

"So you...don't mind, then?" A smile slowly spread over Potage's face.

"You know, I should probably go," Ashling said somewhere to the side, slowly getting up from the couch.

They didn't let him get up. The next moment, the doctor was enclosed in a general embrace, Molly stuck to his side, and on the other hand, Giovanni, like some kind of older brother, furiously ruffled his hair.

Only after a couple of minutes in this form, Blyndeff suddenly announced in an upset:

"Oh! I missed half the movie because of you!"

#Thank you for your attention and reading! And sorry for the grammar mistakes #fanfiction #epithet erased #molly blyndeff #sylvester ashling #giovanni potage

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