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[a1y_puff]

I changed my LJ layout! Somehow, I missed my old layout, so I put it back on XD. Not that I like flowery layout any less, of course, I just feel nostalgic so I put this back on. I used this from 2008-2009-ish.. I think. So yeah, I think most of my F-list from DGM fandom might have not seen this layout before :’D

elysis said she’s gonna try editing my Yullen header image to fit in this layout though, but for now, HI THAR TEZUKA/FUJI <3. I still love you. I really do. Even if my muse wouldn’t cooperate to write a fic on you for now ;A;

That aside,



DGM BigBang is ON again! Sign up now, people!! And regarding this I have a question. I’ve been participating as an artist for two years straight, but I also want to try my habds at writing for it. 12,000 words seem pretty doable, since the deadline is in June, but—yeah. I don’t really have the confidence, for some reason >.>;;;

So, POLL!

[Poll #1664039]

Let me know what you think? Thanks :)

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Anyway. Mandy (harmony283) asked me to post our latest RP bits—just so she can comment on this layout, lol.

Title: Cuddle Monster (*cough*don’t ask*cough*)
Players: a1y_puff As Allen, and harmony283 as Kanda
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Characters: Kanda, Allen
Genre: Friendshippy-with-benefitty-but-not-really? *shooooot*

Warning: AU! You know what happens when I post an RP bit XD. Just yeah, abrupt beginning and abrupt ending (since I just cut a scene or two) aaaand this is an RP-ing format, not in paragraph format. Be warned.

Brief Summary: Basically Lavi, Lenalee and Kanda were on a trip somewhere, then they ran into Allen on their way. Allen had known them since long ago but he moved away so they hadn’t really seen each other. Annd anyway Allen’s stuck to share a bed with Kanda and Kanda turned out to be a cuddler—therefore he hadn’t want to share a bed with anyone—aaaand well. They got teased to no end, and Allen teased Kanda to no end, and somehow they ended up kissing for no sane reason aaaaand Allen admitted to liking Kanda but Kanda didn’t really say yes or no. :|

And then this happened:




Allen: *Allen blinks when there are suddenly another pair of lips against his. Then, can feel how Kanda just—awkwardly presses their lips together, as if he doesn't know what to do, and that—that makes him want to smile, somehow. So he smiles briefly against Kanda's lips, before proceeding to reach out a hand to touch Kanda's cheek again and tilt his head, molding their lips together slowly, because—well, he might as well go slow so Kanda can /learn/.*

Kanda: *which is an…interesting…concept in the first place, after all—he’d never held any interest for /this/ before…even though Lavi had told him it was good. Kanda had just thought he’d been crazy, for the few kisses he’d stolen from Lenalee—who the fuck would go after her with a crazy brother like Komui? That’s right. Crazy people. But—why the hell was he thinking of /Lavi/ at a time like /this/ when he should—be focusing on —/this/. He grunted low in his throat and pulled away slightly, frowning*You—*What? Allen blinked at him questioningly and Kanda sighed* Never…mind. *but now he was, well, stuck. And somehow Allen looked amused* The fuck? I —*and then Allen was laughing*

Allen: *cuts Kanda off by pecking his lips. When he pulls back though, mirth is still in his eyes.* You don’t—have to think so much. It’s okay. *although admittedly, Kanda’s face when he was thinking too hard was definitely too cute. He looked annoyed and confused and—well.* It’s fine, really. For now. *Because—Allen can satisfy himself with just—he leans in to kiss Kanda again—with /this./* You’ll learn. *to kiss. And maybe, to like him back. Allen just smiles at Kanda now.*

Kanda: I’m not a kid *even though he knows Allen’s right—he /will/ have to learn—somehow. Even if it’s goddamn embarrassing. You’d /think/ kissing would come naturally. Well. Apparently not* Che…you act like you never had to learn. *because really, even if Kanda was embarrassed to admit it—Allen /was/ good at…well…kissing. But then –wait—it didn’t come naturally, did it? And Allen’s smiling a little sheepishly and—Kanda half wonders what he’d gotten himself into.*

Allen: Obviously, you can't just depend on instinct. *Allen started. Oh, he’d gone through that phase where he thought kissing wouldn’t be difficult, but—no.* It takes /a little bit/ of practice. Kissing is harder than people seem to think, you know. Finding the right angle and learning how to move your tongue inside someone else’s mouth to reach the spo— *and kanda looks uncomfortable now. Slightly, maybe, but Allen can see anyway. Oopsie.* Umm. Do you want to—just try? *maybe that would be better for Kanda rather than having Allen /lecturing/ him.*

Kanda: *and he can’t help but blink dumbly at that* Wh...at? *but Allen’s still staring at him like he /really/ thinks it will work, and, well, maybe it will?* Che, /fine/. *when their lips connect again he’s half wondering if he should have been so hasty in his decision, but –to hell with this. He’ll learn /somehow/*

Allen: *is actually pleased when Kanda easily agreed on that, but—* Umm. *he pulls back a little.* You won’t get anywhere just by pressing our lips, you know. Just—try to remember what I did and do that? I’ll be passive this time. *After all, Kanda is the one who /needs/ to learn.*

Kanda: Right…*he can’t think of anything else to say for risk of losing his nerve, but then Allen’s –closing his eyes and relaxing and /that/ for some reason is…unnerving. More than unnerving. He almost jerks away when he leans in, but he doesn’t and –goes through with it. Move his lips, right? How did Allen move his? He tests it out a little and he can feel Allen smiling a little after a while. Did that mean…he was doing something /right/? Or was the Moyashi just making fun of him?* What?

Allen: *blinks* Nothing. You’re doing good. Just—keep it up? *even though it sounds silly, and a little embarrassing, for some reason. Oh well. Allen closes his eyes again, leaning in just a little to encourage Kanda to—keep going.*

Kanda:…*he doesn’t say a word this time, and simply presses his lips against Allen’s, prodding like he had been before and—he’s tilting his head slightly and /that/ gets a positive response –one he hadn’t expected.* Wh—*but Allen’s reconnecting their lips before he can say much else and—when did Allen get on his lap again? Did it really matter? It only takes a short prod of his tongue for Allen to open his mouth, and in the next minute his tongue is in Allen’s mouth and—it feels weird. Very weird, and he’s only mildly thankful when Allen’s tongue starts leading the way, though he doubts it was intentional. And—since when did his hands grab Allen’s waist? He was pretty sure he hadn’t told them to do that –and Allen’s /squirming/ and—he doesn’t want to know why it’s attractive. He just—plays along*

Allen: *keeps squirming on Kanda’s lap as Kanda’s hand shift a little on his waist. And maybe, it’s also the tongue in his mouth which is—although rather inexperience, it’s /Kanda’s/ and—and he can’t help moving his own tongue against it, tilting his head more and—“ Mmngh— *damn those hands on his waist were distracting, too. He squirms further, as if he can’t decide whether to pull away from the hands or—shift closer to Kanda.*

Kanda: *so Kanda decides to make the decision for him, by squeezing Allen’s hips just a little harder and tugging him closer. Yes that means he nearly falls back on the bed, but it’s kind of worth it (in a way he’ll never admit) when Allen makes /that/ noise in the back of his throat, and –does something with his hips. On his lap. That makes Kanda —* /Fuck/ *and Allen’s giggling and sounding /high/ and that’s—just plain weird, but not in an overly bad way but—* What’s…so funny…? *but Allen simply kisses him in response.*

Allen: *He really—wants to do a bit more than that, especially since Kanda himself was the one who tugged him closer, but—no. He doesn’t know how far Kanda can take before he would start panicking, and Allen doesn’t want to take that risk—oh. Kanda’s kissing him back again, and his hands kinda-sorta tightened on his hips, pulling him /even closer/ and—oh shit, at this rate he will—Allen can’t help it. His hips moved on their own when he’s busy thinking, and—he barely managed to still himself. He’s too late to hold back the voice forming on his throat, though, and moans into the kiss before he can stop himself. Allen just /hopes/ Kanda wouldn’t get freaked out.

Kanda: *he can feel the moan on his lips and suddenly it clicks…just a little more than he’d—want it to. The Moyashi was on his lap. /Allen/ was on his lap. And he’d just moaned, and they were (somehow) still kissing and—and—*

Allen: *—Kanda is panicking. Allen can feel it through the kiss, and through the hands on his waist that are—gripping a little too tight. So Allen pulls away from the kiss, just slightly that their faces were still only inches apart. He brought his hands to Kanda’s arms, rubbing them lightly, and he moved his lips to kiss the corner of Kanda’s mouth, a one of his hands goes up to thread through Kanda’s sidebangs again and—*

Kanda: *—suddenly he’s crashing, metaphorically speaking. He’s blinking a bit more rapidly, but at least his breath his somewhat calming, even if the hand touching his arm really doesn’t help, nor do the lips but –fuck. He’s too tired to really…shove away properly, and Allen looks /concerned/ (when Kanda cares enough to look up at him) so he can’t exactly…well…since when did he –act this weak around /anyone/? Lavi not counting. Or Marie. Or Tiedoll. Or—/fuck/* What? *he tries to sound annoyed, but he can tell from Allen’s continued concern that he’s failing at it.* Che…don’t look at me like that I—*/won’t break/. But Allen’s looking at him like he will. And /that/...he doesn't like that*

Allen: I—umm. I’m sorry. *because Allen’s sure it;’s somewhat his fault again that Kanda's panicking.* Just— *he looks up again, watching Kanda's face to assess his—condition. Kanda seems to be calming down, and Allen doesn’t know which one of his gesture would help him getting calmer, so he kept both, lightly rubbing his arm and petting his hair.* We—can stop now. Sorry. *He finally said, and he’s actually a bit (Okay, so not ‘a bit’) disheartened by this turn of events, but he—doesn’t want to freak Kanda out any further. So he pulls away completely, scooting back until he was off Kanda’s lap, and further back until—* Oh bloody—

Kanda: *and immediately he reaches out on reflex—and acquires the Moyashi’s arm* The…fuck? *he blinks a few times and helps Allen back up on the bed, scooting back in the process to give him more room (and to, maybe, get away from the touch. Not that he’d admit that either. Maybe he needs to work on that bit of his personality. Not admitting things—wasn’t…healthy. But then who gave a flying fuck about those kinds of things? Lavi?)* Baka…

Allen: *settles on the bed. Damn, that was stupid.* Sorry. *And yes, he’s been saying it a lot for the past hour. Kanda doesn’t say anything, though, and it catches Allen’s attention. So he looks up, noticing that Kanda is just sitting there, staring like—like—* Kanda? *he reaches out a hand in Kanda’s direction, but—the older man backed away, just a little, yes, but it was obvious enough.* Oh. *Allen retracts his hand back, looking down and—he can’t deny that it /does/ hurt more than it rightfully should have. Then again, it’s his—fault, right?* Sorry, umm. *Well, this is awkward. He needs something—* Are you hungry? I can order us some food. *Allen tries to smile at that, to, maybe, tells himself that—it’s okay. Everything is. He doesn’t know how well that works, though if he can get them to eat, the food will at least make him feel a little better.*

Kanda: *he’s half tempted to mock Allen for his unceasing appetite, but now isn’t the time. He knows it isn’t* Che, fine. That idiot rabbit probably won’t be back for a while anyway and he probably dragged Lenalee off wherever they went. *it’s almost hilarious to see Allen’s face, then, gawking like he hadn’t necessarily remembered their other roommates…wait…he hadn’t really—* You forgot about them.

Allen: I-I didn't, *he denies although... Yes, so he kinda forgot other people's existence in general. This is—embarrassing. Allen looks away. Right, of course he should've known that—he wouldn't have gotten to go on a /trip/ with Kanda /alone/ without their two friends. Then again, for a moment there, Allen kinda forgot /where/ they are.* Umm.../anyway/. What do you want to eat?

Kanda: What I eat /every/ night? *he frowns and sighs* We didn't go searching around for a fucking /Walmart/ and /Specialty Store/ for nothing. *then suddenly he smirks* Or do you even remember that much?

Allen: *is getting /a little/ flustered.* I-I /do/! *replies hotly, frowning for good measure.* Why wouldn't I remember that? *crosses his arms here* just thought /maybe/ you'd want to eat something else, but. *snorts* of course not. Well—let's go prepare our food then—or do you want to stay here and wait as I prepare your meal, /Young Master/? *Yes, Allen is teasing now. Maybe having Kanda tease him earlier had made him feel better, because that—was normal. And at least, things aren't as awkward as it could have been.*

Kanda: One, I’m older than you so don’t call me ‘Young’ *Kanda frowns and shoves off the bed* Two like I’m going to fucking /let you/ touch my food. *he frowns and walks past Allen, out to the main living area* and Three, eating out would waste the food we’ve already /bought/. Who do you think is /paying/ for all this shit? *Allen blinks* /That’s right/. Me. *Not that he’d actually /expected/ Allen to…tag along. Who the hell would’ve thought they’d run into him anyway? He was already well over budget, and if he’d had anyone else for a foster-parent he was sure he’d be yelled at /by now/. But as it stood they were still in the green, not that he’d tell Allen that. It was fun to actually have a legit argument with the brat. Because now he /knew/ he had the upper hand*

Allen: ...oh. *and that's about all he can say right now, because—what else is he supposed to say? Allen knows when he's losing. And—well, he isn't exactly up for a useless argument right now. Except he /could/ say that he'd at least pay for his share—which he couldn't, by the way. Well.* I'll—help? *he offers instead.*

Kanda: With what? *it’s blunt and Allen cringes. Well. Kanda sighs* Hnn you’re hungry aren’t you? Then –eat. Make yourself something. *Like hell /he’d/ eat that shit anyway. So he turns away and moves to the kitchen pulling out the soba he’d bought freshly made—must be eaten tonight and all—and the rest of his would be meal. But then he finds himself in a predicament. Allen’s blocking his way and looking curious* What? *he feels like he’s repeating himself*

Allen: Umm—nothing just... *Well okay, not nothing. Allen was /damn/ curious.* You can cook? *he blurts out. because the last time he saw Kanda—well. They weren't even close back then, so it's only natural Allen doesn't know that much about Kanda, but.*

Kanda: Why do you care? *frowns, but then well—it’ a harmless question. Might as well answer it* Yes, why?

Allen: Just asking, no need to be so—oh whatever. *pouts and walks past Kanda to prepare his own meal. Let's see... what should he make? Stew? That seems fairly simple. Allen peers into the groceries and—oh, just put everything in and boil them. Add some spices, yeah and then—oh, he'll have to chop the vegetables first. Hmm.*

Kanda: ….The hell are you doing? *because somehow he really doesn’t trust the gleam in Allen’s eye, or the way he kept shifting through the bags like he was …looking for something*

Allen: Preparing my food. What do you think? *replies absently as he keeps shifting through the bag. He pulls out a carrot and a potato and—hmm. Which one should he chop first? Or maybe he should do the onion first? Where's the onion again—Allen puts the carrot and potato back in and he's now trying to find the onion—oh wait. Should he do something with the beef first?*

Kanda:….What the fuck are you /making/? *Allen ignores him and continues to shuffle through the bags, this time pulling out raw uncooked meat. From the way he puts it on the counter and stares, Kanda almost has to wonder if he—* If you’re going to eat that you’d better fucking /cook it/ first. *He could barely tolerate the Moyashi as is—adding a sick Moyashi to the mix would just—no. Just /no/*

Allen: *looks back at Kanda incredulously.* Of /course/ I'll cook it. Who the bloody hell would eat /raw/ meat? *he turns to the uncooked meat then, before searching through the drawer for a kitchen knife. Finding it, he held it high in his hand, licking his lips.* I'll just boil them all together—

Kanda: And you will give me that knife /right now/ *Allen doesn’t even have time to blink before Kanda’s lunging for the knife and wrestling it out of his grip* Give it. To me. *but Allen keeps /struggling/ and—who the hell would be insane enough to wrestle away a knife?* Ch’—just tell me what you want and I’ll make it /for you/! *and somehow –that makes Allen freeze. Well, at least Kanda got the knife away…*


—OMAKE—

Kanda: You forgot about them. :|
Allen: NO I DIDN'T D:
Lavi: Yeah, yeah you did. Wow Yuu, I'm impressed—are you /that/ good of a kisser? Cuz I'd like to take a round if you—
Kanda: Fuck. No. *kicks Lavi in the stomach* Back off D<
Lavi: *waves white flag of defeat*

—END OMAKE—

So basically after that they kinda cook together—but yeah, that’s for later because Mandy and I are still in the middle of it XDDD

Comments? :3


P.S. For my Yullen Week fic… I’ll—get around to finish it, I swear. Just—yeah. First week of work in 2011 and my workload is mounting up high it's not even funny. It tires me out, really. But I WILL write it. So—be patient? :’D