#apologies for i am incapable of not making them be gross and silly

[mosaickiwi]

Soft - Light

Your attempt to cook on a date night goes from bad to worse when the lights go out. Redacted always has you covered, though. 900ish words, GN reader as per usual c:

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

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"I definitely did something wrong," you muttered and wrinkled your nose at your creation.

"Hmm, maybe they just look like that?" Ren unhelpfully commented from behind you, hovering just as close as always. You didn't have to see his face to know he was grinning. 

"You know what they look like." Smoke began rising from the pan, accompanied by a rather burnt smell as you desperately tried to wriggle the spatula under the lumpy, oversized pancake. All you managed to do was tear its dark brown edges to a mess and reveal the insides—somehow still raw with bits of unmixed batter. You sighed and switched off the burner, turning around to dump the hot pan in the sink and blast it under the faucet. Rather half-heartedly, you scrubbed at the surface. “Breakfast for dinner shouldn't be this hard.”

They watched you with amusement as the water immediately sizzled and steamed from the pan. Curiously, he picked up the box of pancake mix at the stove, turning it in his hands. "You know I'd love t'help, Angel, but…" he trailed off and you could easily fill in the blank.

"You'd do a lot worse, yeah." You quickly gave up on saving the cookware and moved to your boyfriend's side, peering at the box in his hand. Your eyes narrowed on a few words in the first step of instructions. Prepare a nonstick skillet or griddle. One glance back at the shiny metal mistake soaking in the sink told you right away: it was doomed from the start. "You know what? I don’t care. Let’s just order—"

A sudden crack of thunder drowned out your voice and you jumped. The evening sky was perfectly clear when Ren arrived, but the weather in Corland Bay loved to change on a dime. You could hear rain pelt harshly against the windows in the living room as another thunderous roar boomed, much louder than the first. Only a second passed before the lights flickered and died to shroud the apartment in darkness.

“Are you kidding me!?” came Violet’s muffled scream of frustration through the walls. She must’ve been in the middle of a very important gaming session.

You clung to the dark-haired hacker's arm as your eyes took their time adjusting in the dark. He didn't seem all that phased though, casually wrapping an arm around you while he pulled out his phone. The kitchen was tinted in a faint glow from the screen. You expected him to turn on the flashlight like any normal human would, but he began scrolling through a delivery app.

"Ren," you started, utterly confused by his actions. "Who do you think is going to deliver in a storm when their power is out?"

"The whole bay isn't out. Look," he said and carefully guided you into the living room with a nod towards the windows.

He took a seat while you drew back the curtain to peek. Sure enough, most of Corland was lit up like usual. In fact, it only seemed like your apartment building and a few adjacent ones were completely dark. Another point in the long list against your landlord for being cheap.

The lights from outside weren't much, but you could see a lot better once the curtain was open completely. You walked back over to the couch and Ren immediately held his arms open for you, still searching his phone. 

His hair tickled against your cheek as he pulled you into his lap and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Y'liked the place we ordered from last weekend, right? Wanna try 'em again?” 

"Yeah," you answered and settled against them. He turned his cheek to place a quick kiss on your neck before reading the options aloud. His voice was a soft whisper, blended with the now gentle patter of rain against glass. Their hand rubbed careful circles on your back to soothe you. It was more than enough to put you at ease in his embrace, the disaster in the sink long forgotten.

Quiet minutes passed as he spoke and you responded silently in turn. The barely there nods or shakes of your head you made were all you could muster as exhaustion caught up. He finished up the order and soon you were pressing yourself further against the warmth of their body.

He made no comment when you maneuvered in his lap, merely tilting his chin up to welcome the kiss you needed. The phone slipped from his hand not a moment later. You felt the shape of his smile against your lips and giggled softly at his reaction. It was sweet to know how much he always wanted you. Cool fingers came to rest at your thigh as you kissed him once more, then pulled back.

"Tired?" he asked and looked up at you with a smile, leaning into your hand that traced along the shell of his ear. The faint light filtering through the window caught on his piercings when you pushed his bangs back.

"Mhmm," you said with a lazy nod. "Still gonna kiss you 'til the food's here, though."

"Lucky me." He tugged you forward, gentle as could be, and softly kissed the corner of your mouth as he mumbled, "Yippee."

The surprised laugh you let out was only muffled by the fevered press of their lips.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Speaking about fic, what is your "downer" on Kakashi fic? Like if you met them on fic you will not read them no matter how many kudos on the fic (Except NOTP and gross stuff). For me if Kakashi is portrayed too much as poor broken man instead of "depressed but still standing" man. I think fandom often overlook Kakashi's mental endurance too much, we are talking about a man who just saw his friend that shaped his philosophies sacrificed himself for him (again), and almost immediately after formulate a plan to defeat a literal goddess. Also when he dissected Obito's slip-through jutsu even though the realization practically drove him to the brink of breakdown, then made a plan to unmask him once for all. I admire Kakashi for that so I kinda bummed that fics very often discarded that side of him for the sake of angst or even fluff

Ohhh there’s a few but the biggest one is

Kakashi is his depression and nothing else

Weather this is ‘Kakashi’s partner has to take care of him and dote on him because he is incapable of taking care of himself’

Or

‘Kakashi lashes out and hurts his partners because of his depression and they just forgive him cuz ‘lol he’s depressed so it’s not really his fault’ without him having to genuinely apologize and change to earn their trust back’

Anything that make’s his depression his entire personality is a hard no for me. If the writer can’t be f***ed to acknowledge that Kakashi is a broken man who is also silly, passionate, fun loving, devoted and always pushing forward

Then I don’t wanna read their fic

Also

‘Kakashi is a creepy pervert’

I’m out goodbye

Bonus: this stands for only ships that arn’t Kakagai, but if the writer makes it seem like Kakashi is annoyed by Gai and his challenges, or that someone else is Kakashi’s best friend and Gai just doesn’t seem to hold an important role in Kakashi’s life, I’m out

They are doing a disservice to Kakashi’s entire story and I am not interested

[ineffable--soulmates]

ineffable bureaucracy + making up after fight kiss pls?

prompts | ao3 | ko-fi

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It’s Called Kissing

For the first time in millennia, Gabriel felt like he was the worst being that ever graced God’s Earth.

The feeling was unfamiliar to him, yet it made him horribly, terribly awful. He didn’t know how to handle it, didn’t know how to process it, so he did what was most logical to him—he went running. 

Running was good. Running felt good. It made the body he inhabited healthier, better, stronger, fitter. And when he ran, he did not have to think about a certain Prince of Hell, the Lord of Flies. Certainly not.

Except then he crashed face first into that damned demon, the one known as Crowley, like some kind of a cosmic joke. 

Maybe it was indeed a cosmic joke. Maybe somewhere up above, the Almighty was laughing at his misery. He didn’t know. He didn’t dare to question it. But as he rubbed his face to ease the pain he felt, he tried, he really tried , to understand what was so funny with this situation.

“Oh no. Oh no, no”, the demon known as Crowley shook his head. “Away, you fiend! You are not dragging Aziraphale back into— into wherever did you come from!”

“I am an Archangel, you are a demon. You are the fiendish one, you fiend”, Gabriel said through his gritted teeth, as he patted some invisible demonic dust off of his precious tracksuit. “And I am not here to drag your precious boyfriend away.”

The demon tilted his head in disbelief.

Gabriel sighed. “I do not have time for this”, he said, before turning to continue with his run.

“Wait!” the demon called. “You’re having a tiff with Lord Beelzebub.”

Gabriel froze on his track. He turned on his heels and faced the demon again, who had a wide, wide smirk upon his face.

“How did you know”, Gabriel said not as much as asked.

“Just a lucky guess”, the demon returned. “Lord Beelzebub’s been in a mood all day, and here you are, literally running away from your problems instead of talking it out like some kind of reasonable beings. Or fucking it out, whichever you’re into.”

“How dare you! We are not—” Gabriel flushed, before turning his face away, mumbling, “We are not on that stage yet.”

Instead of laughing, the demon gave him a confused-yet-firm nod. “Huh. Okay.”

That… surprised Gabriel. He swore the demon would’ve laughed at his—his incompetency . Not this… apparent understanding. It was confusing.

“So”, the demon flopped himself on the nearest bench and patted the empty spot next to him. Gabriel sat down, still befuddled. “What appears to be the problem? Did you insult zir accidentally?”

“I wasn’t—” Gabriel paused. “How did you know it was me?”

The demon was quiet for a moment, before answering with a shake of his head, “Just a lucky guess.”

Somewhat, Gabriel could tell that it wasn’t entirely true, but he didn’t know if he wanted to know the truth. This feeling was also unfamiliar to him; the feeling of not knowing what to do.

“Alright”, Gabriel said, finally, before repeating it again, “Alright. Yes, I did say something that made zir upset, although I don’t know why. Ze is a demon.”

“Ouch. Let me guess, then you followed with ‘you cannot feel love’ or whatever it is?” the demon guessed, and Gabriel blinked, confused as to why the demon could have guessed it correctly. “Yeah, no. You don’t say that to your demonic partner. Not ever . You hear me?”

“Why? It’s the truth!” Gabriel said, still flabbergasted.

“Because we can feel love, you numbskull!” the demon known as Crowley cried out, as if desperate to get his point across. “We can feel love the way humans can feel love, the way animals can feel love. It’s not all-encompassing or whatever the way you feel it, but we still can feel it.”

Oh. Oh, huh. Gabriel had never thought of it that way.

“So what should I do now?” Gabriel asked. He had offended his love, the Prince of Hell, the Lord of Flies, and now, he was at a loss about what to do.

“Duh”, the demon deadpanned, and Gabriel wondered how did he do that with his dark glasses on. “Apologize to zir.”

“I—” Gabriel hesitated. “I never apologized to anyone before.”

“Well. First time for everything”, the demon said with a flourish, before rising from the bench and walked away, leaving Gabriel with his own thoughts.

And suddenly, like a revelation, an idea popped into his mind.

—

By some miracle (not his own doing, but perhaps another cosmic joke), he bumped into the Prince of Hell zirself in Aziraphale’s silly little bookshop.

Aziraphale gave a glancing look between him and his love, before smiling stiffly and said, “I’ll leave you two to it” (when what he really meant probably was, “Please do not burn my bookshop”) before leaving the two of them alone.

And alone they were. Gabriel turned to Beelzebub, who was doing zir hardest not to glance to his direction. That… hurt, but Gabriel sufficiently believed that it all would be over soon.

With confidence in his heart, Gabriel strode to where Beelzebub was standing by a bookshelf, before bending over and placed his lips upon zirs. It didn’t last long, and the next second he was thrown against the wall. 

Sometimes he forgot that Beelzebub was a demon, who possessed strength that could rival even an archangel like himself. Well, not now. Now he did not forget about that one little fact.

“What in Satan’s name were you doing?! ” Beelzebub shouted, anger swirling like searing heat around the two of them.

“I am apologizing to you!” Gabriel raised his voice to match zirs, his own aura trying hard to tamp down zirs so they did not accidentally start fire. Not that he cared about Aziraphale’s little bookshop or anything.

“By smashing your gross lips onto mine?!” Beelzebub returned with the same tone.

Gabriel was taken aback by that and self-consciously touched his own lips. “My lips isn’t gross”, was all he said.

Beelzebub buzzed, still furious, before turning away at zir heels. However Gabriel was quick enough to snatch zir hand and stopped zir on zir tracks.

“Wait”, he said. “I— I have never done this before, so I am at a loss. But I…” A pause and a sigh. “I wanted to apologize to you. About what I said. About calling you… well… a demon, a being incapable of love. That was— that was very foolish of mine, so I was told.”

Beelzebub gave him a Look, one that absolutely contained all of zir disdain and disbelief. But zir shoulders sagged, if only slightly, and ze turned to look up at him.

“And the lips-smashing?” Beelzebub asked, zir voice still too sharp, too angry, but it was contained.

“It’s called kissing”, Gabriel answered. “Humans do it all the time. And so’s…” he didn’t have to continue with his sentence. Instead, he tilted his head to the door where Aziraphale had retreated into earlier.

“And it’s for apologizing?” Beelzebub asked again. Now ze sounded honestly curious.

“Among— among other things.” Gabriel swallowed. He realized that their face were really close now, with Beelzebub standing on zir toes.

“I see”, ze said, before pressing zir lips on Gabriel’s own—and in that moment, Gabriel finally understood why humans enjoyed such particular activity. It was… decidedly enjoyable, and it sent sparks of pleasure down his spine.

Gabriel bent forward slightly to accommodate their height difference, and pressed his lips back.

It was over way too soon, in Gabriel’s honest opinion, but Beelzebub gave him a warm look. This one sent flutters inside his stomach, which he recognized as love. Yes, alright, he did love the Prince of Hell, and it made him… happy, to say that said Prince of Hell loved him in return.

“I forgive you”, ze said, zir tongue licking zir lips, and Gabriel eyed it hungrily.

Oh who was he kidding.

He bent forward and pressed another kiss onto the Prince of Hell’s lips.

[oflgtfol]

mandelorian and also venom 0]

i'm incapable of maintaining brevity so . under the cut this goes

( send me a fandom ask game )

the mandalorian

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

din djarin babey !!! my fictional bf (best friend) <3 i would hang out with him irl if he were real. i want to sit around a bonfire with him and talk his head off while he just sits there silently

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

grogu of course... he is so fucking small. and green

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

THE ARMORER. i am spearheading the armorer apologism movement we are going full 2012 cringe out here . armorer fandom grab your whistling birds or whatever the fuck. i am mobilizing to her defense

(obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

i honestly can't think of anyone for this because mando is all about obscure characters in the larger sw universe. and anyone who isn't native to mando but was imported from other media i simply don't care about and also i know nothing about them enough to get excited by their appearance.

the closest i would say is either boba or fennec but neither of them are obscure LMFAO. but regardless i will get excited about them appearing in madno even if it was just a 0.2 second background thing

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/ otherwise pathetic fave)

this is NOT the mandalorian it is just star wars as a whole. but general grievous. i think he is so cool but also so pathetic. i love to hem and haw over how cool he is but i will also make fun of him in the same breath. the duality. anyway check out my general grievous fancam

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

luke skywalker.

venom (comics)

keeping it to comicsverse for simplistic reasons otherwise this post will become even longer than it was already just as i debate the movie vs comics versions of the characters

also beware there are no consistent characters in venom comics other than the symbiote, eddie, carnage, and spiderman. so i have a very limited selection

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

venom symbiote <3 they haven't talked much during the comics i've read thus far but i love them to bits. i love their silly smile and how they turn into some weird 2d flatland looking mfer whenever theyre separated from eddie

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

ALSO SYMBY. they are so fucking shaped !!!!!

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

symby again. too much focus is on eddie between the writing and the fandom itself. like hello what about the symbiote by themself . come on people. </3

(obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

okay there aren't any individuals here but like just the entire SF underground city in general. i miss them so much. every time they're mentioned in earlier venom comics i lose my mind and they havent been mentioned in ages because for sooomeee reason venom moved back to nyc . wah </3

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/ otherwise pathetic fave)

EDDIE BROCK. he is THE poor little meow meow to end all poor little meow meows. he is so pathetic and sad and dumb and needlessly violent and i LOVE to bully him. he is my butter sock, my sock full of butter, he's gross and smelly and sweaty and ugly and his hobbies include and are limited to: murder, body building, having gay sex with the alien sharing his mind and body, and murder.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

peter parker.