#LIKE C'MON HE'S A FLUFFY ABOMINATION

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Mini Fanfic #326: Don't Watch An Anime Called Boku (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

The Teenagers are enjoying a relaxing event bench Watching some Anime, when suddenly.......

*Door Opens*

Dark Pit: (Marches down from the stairs into the living room) Futuba!

Futuba: Yeah?

Dark Pit: Cover the kitty's ears!

Futuba: (Shrugged) Okay. (Covers Morgana's ears from behind)

Morgana: Seriously?

Futuba: (Giggles A Little) Sorry. Just following orders.

Dark Pit: Alright. Haru, cover Futuba's ears next!

Haru: Okay! (Covers Futuba's ears without any questions)

Futuba: Hey!

Dark Pit: Sonic, Amy, one of you cover your little brother's ears! Quickly!

Sonic: (Very Confused) Uhhhhh....

Amy: You don't have to tell me twice. (Covers Tails' fluffy ears)

Tails: (Paused his mobile checklist and noticed Amy covering his ears) Huh?

Makoto: (Starts Getting Worried) Dark Pit? Is everything okay?

Ren: Yeah, man, why you having the kiddos' ears covered?

Ryuji: And why you look like you seen a ghost or something?

Dark Pit: I'm giving you losers my only warning right now: Don't Watch an Anime Called Boku!

Pit: Boku?.....You mean like "My Hero Academia?"

Dark Pit: No, Pit-Stain..... It's something much different.....and much worse. (Starts Groaning) Man, this abomination of a Anime is so wrong on so many fucking levels, yo!!!

Ann: (Rushes over and does her best to Calm Dark Pit down) Hey. Trying Calming down for us, okay?

Yusuke: There's no need to be over stressed by this, my friend.

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Sorry, Sorry. I just.....This legitimately upsets me.

Makoto: Try telling us why you don't want us to this..."Boku" anime you mentioned.

Dark Pit: (Took Deep Breath) Alright. So....

Ten Minutes of Dark Pit Rant over a Abomination of an Amine Later.....

Dark Pit: ......So I'm telling you assholes right now: Don't Watch an Anime Called Boku!!! (Points at Pit who was trying to Raised his Hand) DON'T DO IT, PIT-STAIN!! I'm telling you!!! It's like succubus! Remember what I'm telling you dumbasses!!!....(Starts Slumping Down on the Floor in complete Exhaustion)

Ren: You....Done?

Dark Pit: ('Sigh Heavily')................Yeah. Sorry about the long rant.

Ryuji: Nah it's cool, man. I'm just glad you gave us a fair warning.

Sonic: Yeah....By the way you described it, that "Boku" Anime does sounds pretty messed up......

Amy: (Shivers in Fear and Disgusted) And Creepy.....

Haru: (Shivers as Well) Very Scary and Disturbing....

Yusuke: (Shook his head slowly in Disapproval) It really is an Abomination of all man kind......

Makoto: (Frowns Firmly) And very inappropriate as well. Dark Pit, I don't ever want you watch something like that again, do you understand?

Dark Pit: Don't worry, sis.... I'm not going anywhere near those eyesores ever again.

Pit: You know something I don't get.....Why would Hades of all people, would give you those videos if he knew it was that bad?

Dark Pit: To mess with me. C'mon man, you know how much of a Damn Troll the jackass really is.

Pit: That is true unfortunately......

Ann: (Smiles Softly) How about you stay here and watch some better anime with us? It'll make you feel better.

Dark Pit. (Shrugged) Alright. Y'all can let go of the kiddies' ears now.

Haru/Amy: Okay. (Happily Let's go of Futuba's/Tails' ears)

Futuba: ('Sigh In Relief') So glad it's finally over...(Let's go of Morgana's ear)

Morgana: ('Sigh in Annoyance') Was that really necessary?

Futuba: (Shrugged) Well, they got my ears covered so it must've been important.

Tails: (Looked around a little confused) Did...we missed something?

Amy: (Smiles Softly) It's nothing important, sweetie.

Sonic: (Ruffles the top of Tails' hair) Yeah. Don't worry about it, lli' bro. Dark Pit was just joining us on the Anime Marathon.

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) Seriously? Sweet! Welcome aboard, Dark Pit!

Dark Pit: Thanks for having me, I guess...

Bonus

Unknowingly from a distance, Palutena watched almost the entire scene played out from the living and began to March her way to a certain God of Darkness for a much need talk (Ass-Whooping).

To be Continued......

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ITinktober Day 27 Photo Booth

Okay this is not in character at all. So sue me. I felt fluffy okay??

“C’mon Penz you GOTTA!” You chime excitedly, pulling Pennywise into the photo booth. He is in his Bob Grey form and looks uncomfortable and so adorable.

“I do not wish to do this. It is foolish. Come. Let’s go to your home and watch Frankenstein and have popcorn. I do so love popcorn.” He knows damn well how much you love black and white films. And how much you love watching him make a fuss over your human food. It’s a low blow. But you stand firm.

“Not today, clown boy! Today we become immortal!”

“I’m already immortal Y/N.” He grumbles but allows himself to be drug inside and sits complacently as you drag the curtain closed. Then looks up at you, cocking a brow in confusion as you stand with your arms crossed and wait expectantly.

“What is it now, child?”

“Well…….. Put ya clown on!”

“Clown on? You mean my clown form? Why? You made quite the fuss about me not looking like a clown and now you wish for it? You humans are strange and fickle.” For an eldritch abomination, he sure looks damn cute when he’s annoyed. You’re not the pouting kind so you shoot for annoyance and cajoling instead.

“Pupupupleeeaaase??? I’ll put the ranch flavored popcorn salt in your popcorn later!” This sparks his interest.

“I like the ranch flavor.” He decides to push his end. “Can I have French fries too?”

“Yes! I’ll get you a whole Big Mac meal! Just pleeeeeaaaase?” You pout anyway.

“No. I want the toy.” Bobwise crosses his arms indignantly.

You rub the bridge of your nose, trying to stifle your laughter. “Yes Penz I’ll make sure you get a toy.”

The tall man sighs, as if this is the gravest decision he has ever made in his life. “Very well. Shake on it.”

“Yes!” You reach out to grasp his hand. And gasp as the warm rough skin of a man’s hand changes to the warm soft feel of a silk glove encasing an equally strong hand. You always love watching him change this way, right before your eyes.

You watch as the sleeve of Bob’s far too old fashioned tweed jacket, which the handsome devil STILL manages to somehow rock, morphs into the grey silk of the clown. The silk ruffle around his wrist tickles your knuckles. The skin of his face leeches bone white as his lips turn bloody red and lines extend from each side of his mouth to cut up thru his eyes. His hair coifs itself into the style the clown loves best. His neck ruff blossoms like the gossamer petals of a flower, nestling under his face. Soft popping sounds are heard as orange puffs burst from the front of his costume. Your mouth goes dry. This is definitely your favorite form of his as well.

He gives and exasperated sigh and waves a hand dismissively. “Are you satisfied?”

“Very.” You croak. He’s so enormous….. You’ll have to sit on his lap. His face breaks into a lascivious smile as he pats his lap. You roll your eyes and plop unceremoniously onto his lap as hard as you can and cross your arms to pout.

“Don’t be a child.” He reaches forward to activate the pictures.

“So says the guy that wants a Happy Meal.” You grin as the machine does its work.

After it is finished you grab his hand to pull him out. “Let’s get our pictures! Ooo I’m so excited!” Your body jerks as if you are pulling an immovable object. You turn to him. “C'MON! Put your Bob back on and let’s go!”

“Oh? And what shall I get for that?” His grin is downright evil.

[magicb0x300]

MCSM: Zombie Lukas X Jesse (Title: Not Welcome)

Jesse adored the outfit Lukas chose for their stroll down town. It was a white, fluffy long sleeved shirt with light blue stripes. The hem of it slid off of his bruised shoulders, making him look completely inviting.

Lukas's choice in trousers were twice as adorable. Short denim shorts fit him so well, and he himself thought so too.

To top the glorious outfit off, the blonde slid on his lace up boots Jesse bought him last month. With a happy gurgle, he stood up, clasping Jesse's hand in his eagerly, "ready!" he rasped, bouncing on his toes slightly.

The brunette chuckled at the younger male's eagerness, "you're that excited to go shopping, huh?"

Lukas squealed, a long gurgle following after. Yep, definitely excited. "Alright, babe. Let's head out," he smiled, allowing the blonde to lead them to the door.

As they reached downtown, Lukas hummed his faded blue eyes sparkling with excitement, "Uhhn!" he squealed, latching onto the older male's arm, and tugging on it urgently. "Go! Go!" he cheered in a raspy tone.

Jesse chortled, "alright, alright we're going!" he assured. The blonde gurgled happily.

As they got further in town, Jesse's noticed people staring at Lukas with both fear, and disgust. Thank God Lukas was too caught up in looking at cute outfits to notice, to sum it up, thank God he was oblivious.

His thoughts were cut off as Lukas gave a raspy shrill of delight. His hands were holding up a pink crop top, an ocelot puking rainbows printed on the front. The brunette gave a half grin, "you like that one?" he asked, taking out his wallet.

The blonde saw the gesture, and shrilled again, indicating he was thankful. "Alright--"

"Excuse me, sir," a feminine voice spoke up suddenly. Jesse turned his head, raising a brow, "uhh, yeah?"

"I can't have that monster here ," she stated firmly, crossing her arms. The brunette felt a spark of anger ignite inside of him, "I beg your pardon, ma'am, but Lukas is not a monster."

The woman scoffed, "oh yes it is. Look at it! Disgusting!" she shrieked, her expression horrified. She was referring Lukas as an it... how fucking dare she.

Lukas was hugging the crop top to his chest, his expression crushed. He let a shaky gurgle pass his lips.

The woman's eyes landed on the crop top in his grasp, and her expression morphed into one of fury. "Eugh! It's got its grimy hands all over that shirt--!" she yelled, lunging forward and ripping the crop top from the blonde's hands.

Lukas gave a startled yelp at the harsh contact. Jesse snapped, "what the hell is your problem?!"

The woman gave him a look of shock, "what is my problem?! What's your problem? You can't just let a dangerous monster waltz in town!"

"Lukas isn't dangerous! He just wanted to buy-!"

"As if I'd let a putrid monster buy anything!"

Jesse growled, turning his attention to Lukas who was trembling, his eyes filled with blood. The brunette's eyes widened, "h-hey, hey... shh, it's okay, babe... it's okay," he assured, wrapping his arms around the now sobbing blonde.

Droplets of blood hit the floor, and that set the woman off, "get the hell out of here. You and this abomination should be ashamed!"

"You should be a-fucking-shamed for judging a book by its cover," he hissed back, voice filled with venom. The woman simply ignored him and strut away, the crop top along with her, "this is trash now--," the brunette heard her mumble.

The blonde continued to let out strained gurgles and sobs into Jesse's shoulder. "Hey, hey, hey," he shushed Lukas gently, "it's okay, Lukas. C'mere," he hugged Lukas tight.

"M-monster..." the blonde choked, "I'm... m-monster..."

"No, no, no... no, Lukas. You're not a monster, you hear me? You're fucking far from it, alright? It's okay..." the older male assured, brushing back the blonde's hair with care. "Look at you," he purred, "you're still as beautiful as ever."

Lukas gurgled, smiling shakily. "Mmm," he hummed shyly, his cheeks dusted a faded violet. Jesse felt his grin widen, "hey," he began, wiping the bloody tears off of Lukas's cheeks, "wanna go get some ice cream?" he asked, nodding his head to a near ice cream stand.

Lukas gave a soft shrill, "mhmm." Jesse took a hold of Lukas's hand, using his other to wipe the blood on his shirt. As they approached the stand, mothers covered their children's eyes, people murmuring incoherent sentences. The brunette bit his lower lip, his eyes darting over to the blonde. He looked fine, but not as excited as before...

"Afternoon," Jesse greeted the ice cream man. The man just stared, his brown eyes darting to both Lukas, and the brunette.

"Err, could we get two cups of--!"

"We don't serve frozen flesh if that's what this here zombie wants," the man cut him off rudely.

Jesse inhaled, more anger building up inside of him, "no. We both want two cups of chocolate ice cream, please," he repeated, holding out a five dollar bill.

The man have the cash a look, then suddenly his eyes widened. "Is that... blood?"

"It's redstone, now--!" Once again the man cut him off, "that zombie's got blood all over its face!" he cried. "It obviously attacked you!"

Lukas winced at the accusation, and bowed his head, his lips quivering. "Lukas didn't attack me! He was just upset!"

"So he attacked you!"

"Oh my god--! Stop with the fucking accusations!" Jesse roared, earning gasps out of the bystanders.

He took a breath, calming himself down, "can we please have two cups of chocolate ice cream?" he asked for the third time.

The ice cream man didn't reply. Instead, he glared at Jesse pushing away his moveable ice cream stand, "if you would've came alone, I woulda, but with that zombie hanging around ya, not a chance."

The brunette cussed under his breath, shoving the 5 dollar bill back in his pocket. Was everyone an ass or something?! He could not believe this. "Fucking people-" he began but stopped as he saw the blonde trembling erratically.

"Lukas? Lukas, c'mon...it's okay," he soothed, "people here are just... just..."

"No," Lukas whispered sharply, a single tear of blood rolling down his cheek. Jesse blinked, "wh-what?"

The blonde rose his head, blood starting to overflow from his eyes, "no! People aren't problem..." his voice shook, "I'm the problem!" he wailed, backing away from Jesse.

"Lukas, no! You're not a problem! I promise!" Jesse yelled, stepping towards the blonde.

"Yes, I am!" Lukas cried, "I'm a monster!" his voice dropped into a loud gurgle. "Lukas, please-!"

"Get away!" the blonde rasped, turning on his heel and darting off, leaving drops of blood behind.

As he was running, people either cowered away or took out their weapons. An arrow made contact with Lukas's arm, along with another, and another, but he kept running.

"NO! Stop! Stop hurting him!" Jesse boomed, tears of his own starting to slither down his cheeks, "Lukas! Come back!" he pleaded desperately, beginning his run after the younger, but dropped to his knees after the first few steps.

"Lukas..."

A/N: This is too angsty. Should I finish it? Happy endings are always welcome! ❤️

[ryder616]

I’m Quake, Destroyer of Worlds, and I need some lovin’!

Sometime over the week-end, in the belly of the Lighthouse...

Daisy Johnson, aka Quake, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., former leader of the Secret Warriors, former acting director of S.H.I.E.L.D., hacker extraordinaire and all around badass with currently too much time on her hands due to lack of screen time, is pacing in her room, a cellphone pressed on her right ear. She's very animated and her whole posture screams of impending violence.

“No, Maurissa, now you listen to me...I want him, okay? And you guys owe me, BIG TIME. You have made my life nothing but misery and heartbreaks for six straight years and this is when it stops.”

Maurissa Tancharoen, co-creator and co-executive producer of Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D is in her Los Angeles office and is trying to stir the conversation away from unpleasant topics: “C'mon Daisy, you're a superhero, you can sort of fly and if we had the budget for it it'll take at least a couple of Avengers, the strong ones, to pose a challenge to you. What more can you want?”

“I want smoochies! - Daisy whines, sounding remarkably like a bratty teenager - Mack's hugs are nice and all but this is getting ridiculous. First you never let me hook up with the one cast member I have off the scale chemistry with...bt dubs, would it have killed you, a few weeks back when you had us high out of our minds, to at least let us have some private fun times? - a cute, devilish smirk  creases Daisy's mouth - I sure would have liked for dear Fitz to stumble upon that particular memory during their mind prison couples therapy sessions...”

On the other end of the line, Maurissa shakes her head and covers a little shudder: “Yes, I am in fact quite sure that it would have killed us – she says in a dry tone – those FitzSimmons shippers, you think they're all nice and fluffy because they call you captain...don't be fooled for a second”.

“Then you made me crush on the Nazi Traitor...”, continues Daisy, choosing to ignore the implications, her voice now full of outrage.

“But we did let you shoot him, four times!”

That gives the young woman pause: “Okay, yes, that was fun – she admits – but then you killed off the superhot black dude for additional emotional pain, because getting terrifying destructive powers and being called an abomination and a thing, hunted and shot at apparently wasn't enough, and I didn't even get to make out with him once before he crumbled to pieces! And to top off that lovely series of events, you killed my mom and erase my dad's memories, making me an orphan again!”

“It speaks to your resilience that... - starts Maurissa, trying to butter her character's ego up but Daisy is having none of it.

“Shut up! You also killed the nicest of the scruffy looking white dudes you seem fixated to pair me with and set it up so that I would blame myself for it. Well, thank you for that, best time ever! And while I was emoing all around L.A. wearing leather in summer, you brought in this hot latino guy who's actually pretty unkillable and all we got to do is trading meaningful glances before he crossed into some hellish dimension, never to be seen again!”

“Well – interjects the writer/producer – you know, he's getting his own show now, so, maybe...”

“I'm not finished! - Daisy silences her again – shall we talk about last season? Stuck under miserable lighting, a bunch of weirdos trying to convince me it was my fault Earth cracked open, enslaved by Blue Man Group, followed around by yet another scruffy white dude with a lemon fetish and terrible choice of body spray, that little operation game you got Fitz to play, half of my friends being super mean to me and, oh, my second dad died, so now I'm an orphan thrice!”

Maurissa tries with logic: “Daisy, be reasonable, it's a Mutant Enemy show, everyone goes through terrible things and is pretty miserable all the time, it's just how we roll...”

“Maybe you should just roll a joint and chill, that might improve both of our lives, have you ever thought about that? - Daisy sasses - Anyway, I don't care. I want the cute Agent I saved this week from that dude with the fire breath (bt-dubs wtf was up with that? Are we getting dragons now?). I want him and I want him to be fine by the end of the show, even if he's just a fling because he's apparently spent a lot of time with Deke which doesn't exactly speak in his favor so I'm not sure I will really like him, you know, long term.

But I. Want. Him. No strings attached. No self-sacrificing deaths. No betrayals. No emotional gut punches. No “we can't be together because stupid reason” like you did to Mack & Yo-Yo - I'm gonna fix that, btw, you just wait. Are we clear?”

“Now, Daisy – Maurissa says, dripping condescension – you realize you're a fictional character and we are your writers, there's a certain imbalance of power here, you can't just...”

“Shut up – Daisy is on a roll and she simply won't have it – you will do this or I swear on my purple highlights that I will guilt trip FitzSimmons into creating a dimensional portal to the Real World (tm) and I will quake that fourth wall so hard, it will feel like California is finally having her Big One and crumbling onto the ocean floor!

Get. To. Work.

I'm Quake, Destroyer of Worlds, and I need some lovin'!”

[simply-m-a-d]

Late With You

Heyy @chocoazelle I’m your secret Santa!! I went with the Yullen prompt and had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you like it! Happy Holidays! (´∀`)

(Special thanks to @loony-in-a-blue-box , thanks for helping me with the last check up friend! 

And thanks to @dgmsecretsanta2k17 for organizing this event!)

Summary: Allen’s not a shopping person, neither is Kanda. But both of them manage, and who knows, they could even find some time for themselves. 

“Only you’d think of buying Christmas gifts on freaking Christmas Eve, of fucking course…” Kanda grumbled as he glared at another running kids’ back. “Oh shut up, everyone knows the best deals are today.” Allen grumbled back before literally diving into another pile of clothes. “Best deals my ass…” Kanda ignored the sharp glare thrown at him by a woman standing a few meters away with her kid. That hadn’t been his first ‘curse’ of the day and that was definitely not gonna be the last disapproving glance he’d get. “Stop whining and help me choose,” Allen finally reappeared from between the many different garments, holding a blue sweater decorated with small polar bears. “How about this one?” “That’s the ugliest sweater I’ve seen today,” Allen narrowed his eyes at him, his hands clenching on the soft fabric. “Who did you want to give it to?” “Lavi” “Perfect then” “You’re not helping!” He threw the soft sweater right at Kanda’s face, who simply snorted, catching it before it fell. “I’m being serious though, he’d wear anything with white bears on it.” Kanda lifted said sweater higher to take a better look at it. The deep blue was horrible to his eyes but the colour contrasted nicely with Lavi’s hair and the small bears were in different positions, supposedly showing a rolling action. “You mean polar bears” Kanda didn’t miss Allen’s smirk at that. “Same shit, a bear is a bear.” Another woman, now an old lady previously inspecting a horrible pink sweater, raised her eyes towards them in a displeased scowl. Allen’s laugh was worth it though so he simply raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Okay, we’re taking this one then!” They moved to the equally horrifying long line to pay and Kanda felt like simply grabbing the damn sweater and running towards the exit. He simply groaned instead. “How many gifts are we missing?” As they moved two steps forward Kanda felt sorry for the people having to work today. No one deserved being yelled by grumpy clients for stuff that was their own fault, like the man in front yelling about some stupid discount that had expired since November. “Hmmm…” Allen lifted a hand to count and just with that Kanda felt like kicking his boyfriend. “Five if I’m not wrong…” “I hate you” Once again, Allen’s soft laugh made him relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, as long as he was by his side then Kanda could stand it. **** Kanda definitely couldn’t stand it. “Remind me again why can’t I kill the carolers?” “Well I’m pretty sure that’s considered homicide, which is completely illegal and would definitely take you to jail.” Kanda narrowed his eyes at the group of people standing besides the unnecessarily huge tree in the middle of the shopping mall, he seemed to be considering the idea quite seriously despite what Allen had just said. Allen couldn’t blame him though, this was, after all, the fifth time the group sang 'All I want for Christmas’. Allen pulled him deeper into the shop by the sleeve of his jacket, Kanda’s body moving without any kind of resistance even when his eyes were still focused on the happy group of carolers. “C'mon we gotta find something for Timothy.” At the name Kanda’s eyes immediately went back to the shop. Allen smiled at that, so he did have a soft spot for the kid after all. The shop was huge. From jackets to cat socks to reindeer pajamas, it had it all and Allen felt a bit lost as he looked around. Timothy wasn’t much of a jacket or sweater wearer, he only wore them while he and Emilia were outside, getting rid of them as soon as they were inside any passably-warm building. Hence the difficulty of finding a proper gift and the reason this was the last gift missing. At some point Allen felt Kanda leaving his side to wander around, he didn’t give it much attention as he moved towards the other side. There were so many things Allen was getting dizzy, too many colours and textures, and he was inspecting a red fuzzy shirt when something fell in front of him. He looked to his right only to find Kanda averting his eyes, the very tip of his ears a light pink. Allen looked down to see whatever his boyfriend had dropped in front of him. What he found was a black beanie with small cat ears, in the front it read 'Purrfect holidays’ embroidered in white. It came with matching black gloves which had white spots on the palm side, representing the cat’s paws, and to complete the set, a black scarf with white spots. Everything was soft and fluffy to the touch and Allen simply adored it. It was the perfect gift and the fact that Kanda had chosen it only made it better for some reason. Allen looked at the taller man who still wouldn’t look back at him, though his ears were slowly getting pinker. Allen’s smile only widen at that, and he pulled on Kanda’s sleeve to bring him down, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before dragging him towards the checkpoint. Kanda’s grumbling about 'doing that so suddenly, you idiot…’ held no harm at all and Allen simply chuckled at it. “So you do have a soft spot for him…” “Shut up and pay you idiot” Allen didn’t miss Kanda’s hand tightening against his own, or the way his voice went a tad softer though. He gave the taller man a soft small smile before paying. (Once they were out of the shop though, 'All I want for Christmas’ was starting all over again. Allen swore he saw Kanda’s eye twitch. “That’s it.” It took Allen a lot of pulling and a surprise kiss to finally drag his boyfriend away from the carolers). **** “Unless you wanna lose a hand, put that down. Now.” Allen’s smirk grew larger and honestly, Kanda felt like throwing him the bottle of champagne he was carrying if only to keep him and the abomination in his hands away. “Oh c'mon Kanda, just for a second.” Allen got one step closer, the horrible reindeer headband in his hands raised a bit higher and Kanda gave a step back. “Who knows where that’s been and you want to put it on my head? Fuck off.” Kanda glared at the headband even as Allen lowered it down, laughing at his expression. “It’s literally just a headband, come here,” the shorter man started approaching and Kanda barely had time to put the bottle down before a strong hand was pulling him from his scarf. He struggled to push Allen back, and when he finally managed it was a bit too late. “Hah! There it is!” Kanda could hear the small bells hanging from the reindeer headband softly chiming as he moved his head, the pressure of it on his forehead was horrible and he narrowed his eyes at his laughing boyfriend. He grabbed the closest headband from the stand besides him and slowly made his way towards the still laughing man, only when Kanda was at arms reach did Allen notice him, his eyes going straight to the similar monstrosity in his hands. “Oh god…” he barely had time to sprint to the side, Kanda quickly taking a hold of his jacket’s hoodie, pulling him back and quickly placing the headband in place. He didn’t even know what the headband represented, a moving green hat with a single bell was attached to it, probably some type of 'Santa’s helper’. It was a horrible thing and Kanda couldn’t help but snort at it, Allen’s face making it even better to the point he actually started laughing. Until he heard the sound of the phone camera. His laugh immediately died and he looked at Allen, the foxy grin over his face made Kanda’s eyes narrow. “You didn’t” Allen’s grin grew wider. “Oh I did” And so the wrestling to get the phone started. Kanda kept cursing and grumbling something like 'you little shit…’ while he desperately tried to pull the phone out of Allen’s pocket, whose laugh ringed through the whole Target aisle. It was only when a worker passed by, a very old lady, clearing her throat and glaring at them that they stopped. The woman went on her way. Kanda took the headband off, and turned around at the sound of mumbled cursing. Allen’s hair was stuck to the headband’s metal spiral that allowed the hat to move, making it impossible for him to take it off. Kanda snorted. “Oh sweet karma” Allen glared at him. “Shut up and help me,” Kanda smirked at him but moved to help anyway, slowly untangling the locks of hair until the horrible thing was finally pulled off the soft white hair. Allen smiled at Kanda before pulling him towards their shopping cart. “Let’s get out of here.” They paid for the stuff they got for the dinner and headed out, the sun was starting to go down even though it was barely 5:00 pm. The wonders of winter. Allen stared at Kanda as they put the stuff in the car, his face looked relaxed, his hair falling down the sides and his cheeks slightly pink from the cold. Allen found himself unconsciously smiling. “Hey Kanda” the taller man didn’t look at him. “What now?” “Let’s go on a date” that made him turn around. He stared at Allen for a few seconds before a small smile appeared on his face. And Allen smiled back. **** The city center was alive. Christmas lights and decorations hanged from every light post, from the roofs and even from some of the electricity cables above their heads. Almost every tree they passed was covered with colorful lights, reindeer light decorations stood in almost every park or green area now covered with snow, and music came from everywhere, from every shop and bar or café still open. Kanda followed Allen very closely, the amount of people running errands of last minute passing through the walkway not allowing them to go side by side. Kanda had no idea where the shorter man was taking him, with all these people he was having difficulties to identify the streets and from his previous questions the only answer he had gotten from the other man had been 'You’ll see’ accompanied of a smirk. The crunch of snow under his boots and the cold air hitting his face made him regret their decision of leaving the car a few blocks behind more and more as the minutes passed. That was until Allen finally stopped, their destinations right in front of them. Kanda immediately recognized it and the wide smile Allen threw at him before pulling him inside made him snort. The small café was just as he remembered. It had been a while since the last time they had been there but those were the same booths and that was the same smell of tea and coffee in perfect harmony. Kanda was pulling Allen to a certain booth by the window before someone working there even noticed them. They took their place one in front of the other and ordered as soon as the waitress arrived. Kanda couldn’t stop looking at Allen, who was looking out the window. He seemed very happy, all wide smile and bright eyes and messy hair, and when he turned to look at Kanda he looked surprised for a moment to find the taller man already staring at him, then the smile widened even more, a flash of teeth added to it and Kanda smiled back. Allen, on the other hand, loved to see Kanda like this, so relaxed and comfortable and that soft smile was making him feel all giddy and the way his soft hair was still perfectly in place, framing his face, made him want to simply pull the taller man towards him and smooch the hell out of him. He was about to do so when their food arrived and he was a bit grateful for that. The cake was just as good as they remembered, Kanda was not surprised at all when he looked up a few minutes later just to find Allen’s slice gone, his own still occupying a big part of his plate. Without a second thought he cut a piece of his slice and raised the spoon towards Allen, and without any hesitation Allen simply opened his mouth and let Kanda feed him, the soft flavor of green tea immediately spreading in his mouth, making Allen close his eyes. They continued like that, sharing what was left of the cake, sharing the same spoon and Kanda simply pushed his own cup of warm tea towards Allen when he finished his own cocoa, the latter once again taking it with no hesitation and with a grateful hum. They paid as soon as they were done, and once they were out they started walking back the way they had come. “So you didn’t forget Kanda!” The sudden statement startled him, and Kanda couldn’t help but grunt. “How could I forget, you idiot…” Allen’s sudden laugh at that made some people turn towards them, Kanda simply glared at them and they moved on. “Yeah…you’re right…” Allen’s expression went completely soft and honestly, Kanda felt like kicking him into a pile of snow and kissing him at the same time. Allen meanwhile, had a sudden warmth spreading from his stomach all the way to his toes and hands, happiness invading every part of his body. Kanda was right. After all, they couldn’t simply forget the place they had gone together for the first time a couple of years ago. **** “Hey Kanda,” Kanda’s only response was a hum, his pace never halting and his eyes focused on the sidewalk. They were close to the car and Kanda was focused on the task of getting there before freezing to death. “Dance with me.” “The fuck does that even me-” Kanda’s voice died in his throat as Allen abruptly pulled him towards him, into what was supposed to be a big green area but that right now was covered by a heavy blanket of snow. Even though the snow only reached a few inches above his ankles, almost to mid calf for Allen, the cold immediately started sipping into their pants, spreading throughout their bodies. Kanda hissed as the snow started melting over his pants, throwing a glare at the shorter man. “I hate you so much right now”. Allen’s playful smirk grew, the mischievous glint on his eyes amplifying, not caring about Kanda’s mortified glare and even pulling him deeper into the field. Despite Kanda’s mortification with the cold he moved towards Allen, his body never once offering any kind of resistance and before he knew it strong arms were circling his torso, guiding him to the rhythm of some melody only Allen could listen to. It was difficult for them to move, the position was completely awkward for a dance, the heavy snow making their steps slower, and  the freezing wind was hitting them right in the face. But it was also perfect. Their bodies were flush together, Allen’s head positioned a bit below Kanda’s shoulder, Kanda’s chin resting lightly over that silvery white hair, now and then their arms unconsciously tightened, and Kanda’s body trembled every few minutes, making Allen softly laugh and the sound of it warming Kanda from inside out. The shops around the area were closing, the streets emptying more and more as time passed. The Christmas lights remained, illuminating them along with the moonlight, softening and sharpening their features at the same time and as Allen raised his face to look at Kanda, as Kanda cradled Allen’s face with his hands, it hit them both just how much they cared for the other. Then Allen was smiling, his eyes holding so much love, such raw and strong emotions showing there, making Kanda feel exposed and vulnerable but he didn’t care, not as long as it was this person. And when Kanda smiled back, features softening and eyes sparkling with just as much love, with wild and uncontrollable feeling, Allen felt the air leave his lungs, felt like he was drowning in this person and thought about how that didn’t sound bad at all. And then hands were moving to each other’s hair, and they were kissing, oh so softly but it was enough. Better than enough. The smell of pine surrounded them, and when it was over Allen moved his mouth to Kanda’s ear. “We still have to wrap the gifs” his voice barely a whisper and Kanda groaned against his hair. “Shut up” **** “What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?” Allen received a ball of said wrapping paper directly to the face as an answer, followed by some grumbling. “We should’ve gotten the damn bags, so much fucking easier…” Allen couldn’t help but snort at Kanda’s cursing before moving to help him. “And where’s the fun in that Kan-da~” Kanda’s eyes narrowed before he hit Allen’s head with the roll of wrapping paper. Allen laughed and took the roll, moving to show Kanda how to do it. “You just have to do this…” And so he did the whole process. By the end he had a perfectly wrapped gift and Kanda was blankly staring at him. A few seconds passed before the taller man started walking towards the door of the room they were packing the gifts in. “I’m leaving” Kanda’s defeated voice almost made Allen laugh, thinking wrapping gifts was so difficult for Kanda was a bit cute. “Oh c'mon, at least help me with the tape!” “Fuck you” And with that the door shut closed, leaving Allen alone in the room. Kanda came back a few minutes later though, gift bags in hand. **** They were opening gifts when the clock reached midnight. Everyone was hugging someone, Lena hugging Lavi, Marie hugging Miranda, Timothy giving short hugs to everybody close enough. Kanda and Allen were on the couch though, Kanda’s hands cradling Allen’s face once more, slowly bringing him closer and leaving a soft kiss on Allen’s forehead. Allen’s smile was so warm and wide, with a hint of teeth, as he moved to press their foreheads together. “Happy birthday Allen” Allen bopped Kanda’s nose. “Merry Christmas Kanda” Kanda returned the gesture. “Oh for fucks sake, just kiss already!” They heard the shout before they felt the small mistletoe hitting them. Kanda turned towards Lavi. “You’re so dead, you damn rabbit!” And as everyone in the room, even Allen, laughed, as Kanda stood up and Lavi went running, they both were thinking the same. 'I love him.’

[slothplantsworld]

What Makes You Special?

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x reader

Words: 839

Warnings: none, just fluffy fluf

Request: Oneshot or a drabble where the reader goes to Xavier's school, and when she is asked to show her mutation, she feels super insecure, since she has these giant wings, that look like a bat. (So they are more like skin, and bones, than bird wings) and after she shows her wings to everyone, Warren decides to make fun of her, with his bully friends behind him, and she feels even worse about herself. Maybe an Erik/Charles/Hank fluff ending? Love, or just friends. *secretly wishing for an Erikxreader* - for anon

A/N: Hey guys, I’m sorry it took me so long. I’ve been having a hard time lately but I’m better now and it’s mostly because of your lovely messages!! Thank you!

"So, what makes you special, love?" someone called from the main hall.

You turned around to identify the person and you saw Warren. What made him special were this beautiful angel wings.

"Umm... nothing worth seeing," you answered uncomfortably. Actually, you were just insecure about your ability and as the question came from him, you were even more insecure.

"C'mon, sweetheart," Warren continued to insist. "You've been for a while now and nobody knows what your ability is."

You looked around warily and uncertain. You didn't spot any of your closest friends. "O-okay," you agreed, still not sure of what you were doing.

You closed your eyes to get yourself to focus more easily and then you let go. A pair of black wings deployed from your back. They looked like leather but at the same time, like skin. You despised them. How they looked. The sensation you felt everytime you felt their rough surface. As you opened your eyes, you discovered your audience had grown in size.

A loud, sharp laugh burst from Warren's mouth and, soon, from every member of his group of bullies. "What are those abominations? They can't even begin to be compared to my wings. Yours are horrendous!" he exclaimed and once again incentivated a collective laugh.

Tears gathered on the edge of your eyes, begging to race down your cheeks. You did not let them fall.

"Hey!" a strong voice called from behind you.

You turned around and saw none other than your best friend: Erik. A relieved smile took control over your lips.

Both of you met at the school and you grew closer evey day. After a few months, it was inevutable for you to develop a crush on him. Little did you know, Erik was crushing on you too. Neither had the guts to make the first move, though, even if you were motivated by your friends.

"What did you just say about her wings?" Erik asked threateningly as he marched towards the angel. They were inspected each other very closely.

"Erik, it doesn't matter. You don't need to do this," you said grabbing his arm and attempting to take him away in vain.

"The hell I don't. The asshole just made the terrible mistake of critizicing you."

"Who did you call an asshole?" Warren asked rhetorically. He stepped foward and pushed Erik.

Erik didn't take a minute to think about what he was going to do or the consequences it'd bring, and he punched the bully right in the jaw. Everyone around gasped in surprise.

You looked at Erik and saw nothing but rage. You had never seen him so angered. "Erik, please. This isn't worth it. I'm fine, okay?" you insisted trying to bring him with you once again.

But when Erik lowered his guard to answer to you, Warren took the opportunity to punch him. You called Erik's name concerned.

"What is going on here?"

A professor. I've got to take Erik from here, you thought.

Luckily, the halls had a high ceiling and you were able to fly away, taking your best friend with you.

"What were you thinking?" you inquired angrily. You couldn't even think of a reason for Erik to react like that. "Warren was just being a jerk. I could've handled it."

Erik locked his gaze with yours. "I couldn't just stay there and hear all that bullshit about you."

Your look softened and a small smile occupied your lips. You stepped closer and hugged your best friend tightly. "Thank you, Erik."

The flustered mutant didn't say anything, he just hugged you back and rested his chin over your head lovingly.

You pulled away enough to face at him but not enough to stop hugging him. "We should get that black eye some ice."

Erik hummed and nodded in response, still grinning immensely.

"I still don't know why you did it."

"You know why."

You looked at him confused. "No. I really don't," you chuckled.

Erik didn't answer with words. He answered leaning closer to you and linking your lips with his. Your eyes widened in surprised, but you reacted soon enough and kissed Erik back.

When the electrifying kiss was over, neither of you could erase the dorky smile you were wearing.

"Let's go get you some ice," you said in a low voice.

"That is what you're thinking right now?" Erik asked in mock offense.

You laughed and nudged his side. "I wasn't until I saw the black eye again. Now come, I don't want it to hurt." You pecked his lips rapidly, grabbed his hand and lead him to the infirmary.

Erik just followed you with the hugest of smiles.

[elaineharper98]

(PART 2) Food Network Quotes

(Here are some more. You can never have enough. All quotes are from Cutthroat Kitchen, Chopped, Worst cooks in America, etc. And i am food network trash, so.) "This is a mushroom." "I THOUGHT THAT WAS CARDBOARD." *cooking an egg* "So what you want is for this to not look like snot." "I have to laugh in order to keep myself from crying," "I'm pretty sure at some point along the way I've cross contaminated my dish..." "THIS IS A VERY EXCITING TACO." "I can see the looming disaster coming, OH JESUS, HELP ME LORD!" "I can't get these damn potatoes to MUSH." "I'm making a maple-encrusted fried chicken lollipop!" [This is the moment you've gone too far] "Rodolfo is scaring me- where's his dumpling?!" "WHAT IS HE DOING?!" "That dumpling looks like a tiny mountain..." "I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL CONFUSION." *Seconds later* Judge: Rodolfo just put plastic in the oven.... "Stupid cauliflower." "I'm gonna say this with the most affection possible.. this dish looks like something my cat threw up." "JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL. I'm struggling." "Okay, your knife cuts are abominable." "You don't know if it's white onion or red onion? Do you know what colors are?" "Is it a pureed octopus, or..." "YOU READY TO LICK IT?" "I'm terrified of the little baby corns that come in Asian foods...i don't know why, its just that corn cobs shouldn't be that small, I don't want to be near it...." "I'm taking all my aggression out on this chicken..." "CAN I POUR THIS RIGHT ON?" "Yeah, what is it?" "HORSE RADISH!" "NO." "C'MON GRITS." *Grabs broccoli* "PAPA'S GOT SOME BILLS HE NEEDS TO PAY." "I don't think your pickle is as pickled as you think it is." "Quail eggs will be the death of me..." "I'm READY TO WIN, SON." "ANDRE, THOSE POTATOES WERE FLUFFY AND MAGICAL. I WANT TO FILL A BATHTUB WITH THEM." “I'm not making red sauce. RED SAUCE is BASIC.” "DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CHEESE GRATER!" "Everybody's pizza better be brown and bubbly." *sticks head in the oven, yelling at pizza* "DID YOU HEAR THAT?! You better be BROWN AND BUBBLY." "Anger and sweat. ANGER AND SWEAT." "DANIEL, IMMA NEED YOU TO GET OVER YOURSELF." "Filleting a fish is a lot like dating. FRUSTRATING TO THE BITTER END." "This started out as deviled eggs, but now its just a salmonella surprise..." [Looks dramatically off into the distance] "BALSAMIC!!" “This is like a grown-up cupcake. It's sexy…” “WHOA THERE. OKAY.” “i wanna dive into this mac and cheese.” “Taste that cherry. BAM, huh?!” “lavender CALMS the body. Every bite of this is gonna put you in the SPA.” “you're not having fun unless you make a mess!” “she's going to town on those limes …” “SHE'S GOING PARFAIT.” “C'mon chocolate, you gonna melt for me?” “this dessert is really nostalgic...I'm almost having issues processing it...I need to call my therapist.” “CHOCOLATE SURPRISE?! THE SURPRISE IS THAT I'M SCREWED! HAH.” “I don't understand scallops...its like a marshmallow of the sea!” “ducks are cute. The baby ones are like quack quack. I like animals. People not so much. “I'm feeling...strangely confident….which is probably a bad sign.” “MY LAMB CHOP SEXY AS HELL.” “SHOW ME THE MONEY ON THIS MILK stout!” “you good?” “I don't know, maybe you should ask your mom. ZING!” “MIXING UP SOME LOOOOVE.” “the texture is not pleasurable…” “this is an INTENSE COOKIE EXPERIENCE,” “His souffle is making me nervous.” “C'MON SOUFFLE.” “I'm smooth sailing right now guys. So if anybody needs help...i mean...I'm probably not going to help you, but…you can ask me, so...” “the judges are shooting me down, telling me there's too much rosemary in my souffle, ITS OVER, I'M DONE.” (He actually wins) “WHAT?!” “WHERE I'M FROM, CHOWDER IS RELIGION.” “I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT MAKING COBBLER!” “i adore all cheeses.” “WHAT ARE YOU CREEPING FOR? CREEPER!” “I am here to send other people home. I'm not playing.” “I am a thirsty girl.” (Using mixer and yelling) “TURN IT UUUUUPPPPPP” “YOU ARE BOILING VERY NICELY, KEEP IT UP, THANK YOU.” “get on my train, baby.” “his gooseberries were unattractive…” “COMPETITION IS IN MY BLOOD.” "Um, i don't get how an egg is sexy...but if a fried egg wins me 50,000 dollars, then yes, its sexy." "OKAY DANIEL, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE TIME TO SCREW AROUND WITH THIS DOUGH." "CHEESECAKE. NOW." "okay! Okay!"