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50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

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Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

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beautiful words prompts

I don’t know if this has been done before but here you go <3 Feel free to send me more or just add them in the reblogs!

Waldeinsamkeit (German) - the feeling of being alone in the woods, solitude, and a connectedness to nature

Iktsuarpok (Inuit) - refers to the feeling of anticipation when you’re expecting someone that leads you to constantly check to see if they’re coming

Komorebi (Japanese) - sunlight filtering through the leaves of trees.

Kilig (Tagalog) - the thrilling feeling of butterflies in your stomach when something romantic happens.

Hiraeth (Welsh) - homesickness mixed with grief and sadness over the lost or departed, or a type of longing for the homeland or the romanticized past.

Hyggelig (Danish) - warm, friendly, cozy, delightfully intimate moment or thing.

Mamihlapinatapai (Yaghan, Tierra del Fuego) - the wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both want to initiate something, but are reluctant to do so.

Utepils (Norwegian) - to sit outside enjoying a beer on a sunny day.

Tidsoptimist (Swedish) - a person who is always late because they think they have more time than they do; a time optimist.

Bhava (Sanskrit) - when you’re in a mental state of bliss or peace, a oneness that flits into you, especially when you’re listening to music.

Samar (Arabic) - staying up late and having conversations with friends or family.

Cafuné (Portuguese) - the act of tenderly running one’s fingers through a loved one’s hair.

Retrouvailles (French) - a reunion (e.g., with loved ones after a long time apart).

Naz (Urdu) - assurance/pride in knowing that the other’s love is unconditional and unshakable.

Fargin (Yiddish) - ungrudging and overt (expressed) pride and happiness at other’s successes.

Apnapan (Hindi) - having a quality where you accept people, think of them as your own, take care of the ones you love, not for anything in return.

Meriggiare (Italian) - to rest at midday in a shady spot.

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how about them single parent!au's??

im on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did

i asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again

you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby 

we are friends and my child’s first word was your name and im jealous but also kind of endeared

you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, “i’ll go” i feel like we might as well be married

we’ve been on a few dates and my child just asked us when we are getting married

our children are in the same class and we both hate their teacher, eventually the parents’ evenings are just us competing who can call out snarkier comments

we are the only two parents who agreed to attend the school trip (bonus: “so i guess we share this hotel room?”)

our children are best friends….yeah

“i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”

you crouched down to coo at my baby but i forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is to play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you

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Emergency Fluff and Softness Starters

“Hey, come here. It’s alright.”

“Shh. It’s okay.”

“You got me, and I’m not so bad, right?”

“I know what you need. Hold on.”

“I’m arresting you for being criminally cute.”

“Sleeping in? Hell yeah.”

“That was my blanket! Come on…”

“Don’t you dare. No, no puppy face of yours is gonna work…”

“I just found out I have $40 more than I thought. We’re getting take out!”

“Have some of this. You’ll feel better.”

“Ey, I got you. You know I do.”

“I’m glad you’re here. Truly.”

“Thank you for being gentle.”

“You did not just throw that pillow at me!”

“Door’s locked, lights are off… snacks are here, what’s next?”

“Your hands are cold, let me help.”

“You really didn’t need to, you know.”

“You needed a hug.”

“I will not be broken… I will not be… fine, you win stop with the face.”

“No, you’re cute. End of story.”

“I’m not cute. End of story.”

“Listen, we don’t have to fight, we can both be adorable.”

“…but I like it when you’re a soft dork.”

“Come on, get over here.”

“I will squeeze the unhappiness out of you!”

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Alien Sex Prompts

1. Tentacle porn

2. Telekinesis assisted stimulation

3. Handprint psychic connection

4. Alien sex pollen

5. Sex inducing alien objects

6. Shapeshifting

7. Zero gravity sex

8. Abduction roleplay

9. Physiological anomalies or stamina

10. Alien soul bond mark (soulmate au)

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Very occasionally, Twitter has some good advice.

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Random Aesthetic Prompts

The smell of the ocean, a lit fire, a torn quilt, and the sound of humming.

The strum of a violin playing out of one earphone, walking down the street, and the scent of oncoming rain.

Warm sunlight through a glass, sitting in the passenger seat, idle chatter, and passing greenery.

Surrounded by cloaked figures, quiet companionship, the turning of book pages, and someone sighing in the shadows.

Bored tapping of fingernails against the table, idle droning of a voice in the middle of a lecture, and footsteps pacing in circles.

The shuffling of feet, dancing alone, soft music, and the moon shining brightly over the balcony.

Metal clanging against metal, triumphant laughter, easy-going grins, and a wink from a suitor across the training field.

Bare feet against stone, the roar of a waterfall, a summer breeze, and the wind shifting through leaves. 

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That’s a wrap!

Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who participated. It has been a small but mighty event with some truly lovely fanworks.

All reblogged fanworks were tagged with pairing, type of fluff, and type of fanwork (”fic” or “gifs”). Most, if not all, of the fic was also cross-posted to AO3, to the Collection there. (NB: if you forgot to add your fic to the Collection, you will receive an invitation to do so from Tasyfa.)

If you had something in progress but didn’t quite make the weekend, please feel free to post it and tag it later - just pop a message here or to @tasyfa to have it reblogged and captured in this here Tumblr archive.

For next year’s event, we’re going to shift it a bit to avoid the holiday crush more effectively. Dates will be announced closer to the time.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Isabel Evans, Max Evans, Michael Guerin, Michelle Valenti, Kyle Valenti, Liz Ortecho, Rosa Ortecho, Arturo Ortecho, Jenna Cameron, Charlie Cameron, Alex Manes, Maria DeLuca, Ann Evans (Roswell New Mexico), Philip Evans Additional Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party Summary:

Isobel didn’t want to throw a Christmas party.

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the @rnmnwafweekend ends in a couple hours (or at least in a couple hours my time) but I’m gonna squeeze this last little one in!

“I used to think you were so fucking talented.”

Michael looked over his shoulder to see Alex wide-eyed and beautiful, staring down at his stupid pseudo-architectural idea of what his spaceship might be if he ever got around to it. Right now, though, he’d be okay with a life in this cabin with Alex typing behind him and occasionally playing with his hair.

“Used to?” Michael asked. Alex laughed softly, combing through his curls and tugging his head to lay back on the couch.

“Yeah, dude, look at that. That’s incredible,” he said, his necklace hanging down and grazing Michael’s shoulder. He gulped. “You ever try to draw something not a spaceship?”

“Not really.”

“You wanna try?”

For the first time in a long time, Michael didn’t have to be the one to tell Alex that he needed a break. He closed his laptop and put it to the side. He put his arm behind his head and threw the other one over the side of the couch, biceps rippling in a way that really shouldn’t have been casual.

Michael put his back to the coffee table and began sketching something new on a fresh sheet of paper. Alex was a vision as always, but now, as he was posing and trying to look picture-worthy, Michael couldn’t find words. He was beautiful.

“I’ve never drawn a person before, so you might come out looking weird,” Michael warned, slowly dragging his pencil in a way to make Alex’s jawline. He drew it six times before it even kind of did him justice. 

“I think you’ll do great,” Alex said sweetly, his fingers grazing his own arm as he settled in. Michael gulped and blinked a few times before deciding to focus for real.

The next hour went by quickly as Michael lost himself in drawing Alex and trying to make it perfect. Alex was asleep by the thirty-minute mark. Who knew getting him to slow down for a moment would result in him passing out? Well, Michael knew, but that was beside the point.

Michael drew the upper half of Alex’s body and, when it didn’t look like he did him enough justice, he tried again. He drew him four times before it was good enough and, even then, it was questionable. Nothing seemed to capture the beauty that was Alex Manes. Michael silently decided he would dedicate the rest of his free time to trying to draw him perfectly.

But now it was late and now Alex was asleep on the couch.

Michael put his sketchbook down on the coffee table, open to the page that held the best attempt, before standing up and stretching. He made his way around the cabin, double-checking that the doors were locked and turning off all the lights. He put Alex’s laptop on its charger, slipped both of their phones into the pockets of his sweats, and made sure his crutches were in the proper place in their bedroom. Then he picked up Alex.

With a little help from his telekinesis to make sure it wasn’t a rocky transition from the couch to his arms, he pretty securely picked him up like a toddler and slowly started to head to the bedroom. Alex mumbled incoherently against his neck, arms thrown haphazardly around his neck. This was it. This was what life was about.

Michael carefully, gently, placed him in bed. He hummed a sweet little noise, curling up instantly. Thankfully he hadn’t even put his prosthetic on that day. 

Michael stared at him for a moment longer, taking in the fact that he was beautiful. The fact that he was his. The fact that he got so fucking lucky.

He climbed into bed.

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baker’s man

day 14/31 of my massive holiday project; also written for the nebulous well-adjusted future weekend

for @partsofthesamecosmicbeing, because I love you with my entire heart and soul. because this should be our future together. because you’re mad that i said alex was bad at baking. i love you.

The forest had a blanket of snow and the scene outside the cabin looked like a winter wonderland. The forest floor was undisturbed, no animal had wandered out into the cold and no humans had stepped foot out either. Only Buffy had gone out, but that was out the back door, and even then she hadn’t gone further than a few feet before she did her business and turned back inside. 

From his spot on the couch, Michael gazed out into the world. The cabin was cozier than his Airstream, the fire crackled in front of him and the wood cabin was insulated better than any house he had been in. He took a sip of his coffee as Buffy shuffled her way towards him. She had taken a liking to him, though not as much as she had Alex, and she loved how warm he was after she had been outside. She made her way to the couch, and jumped up so that she could curl into a ball in his lap. 

He smiled down at her as she wiggles down so the most of her body was in the space between his legs and her head rested on his thigh. He placed his hand on her head and gave her ear scratches. 

It was nice. Michael yawned. The warmth of the fire and Buffy on his lap made Michael sleepy, so he took another sip of his coffee and closed his eyes as the sweet spice notes hit. 

Alex did always have the best coffee. 

He heard the sound of metal on ceramic from the kitchen and had to smile. 

Alex has kicked him out of the kitchen already, bound and determined to make a surprise for Michael. 

“It’s something festive,” he said with a grin before he gave Michael a kiss on the nose and shooed him out of the room. 

A low curse from the kitchen made Michael’s grin grow. 

Alex wasn’t bad at baking, though he wasn’t good at it either. The moment he had to make something from scratch and not from a mix, all his considerable patience left him and he turned into a grumpy, angry mess. 

It was one of Michael’s favorite Alex expressions, if he was being honest. He loved the crease in his eye brows and his slight frown, loved kissing them until they went away and Alex was tugging on Michael’s curls for a ‘real kiss’ instead. They always ended up distracted enough that Alex would burn whatever he had in the oven.

Michael could understand why Alex exiled him.

“You know what your dad’s up to Buff?” Michael asked, his voice that ridiculous high pitched monstrosity that people use on pets and children. He really never expected to be the kind of person who did that. “You know what kind of mess he’s making in there?” Michael asked with a laugh when Buffy just huffed in response. 

“I am not making a mess!” Alex called from the kitchen, voice only a little annoyed. “I will have you know I have this perfectly under control!”

Michael didn’t doubt it. Even when it came out barely edible, Alex wasn’t one to make a mess. Whether that was left over from the Air Force or just an Alex thing, Michael didn’t know. 

The warmth of the fire made him drowsy and Michael fought back a another yawn. Michael took another sip of his coffee before he put it down on the side table. Michael closed his eyes and decided a nap wouldn’t be a bad idea. 

Michael woke up to Alex’s face in front of his and the smell of cinnamon throughout the cabin. 

“Morning sleepy head,” Alex said to both Michael and Buffy. “Ready for your surprise Guerin?”

Michael yawned and nodded, eyes still mostly closed. 

“Is my surprise you? Because that’s not much of a surprise, but I still love it anyway.”

Alex laughed and moved from in front of the couch. Behind him was a fancy looking pastry, maybe a bread of some kind, in the shape of a tree with twisted two-toned branches. 

“It’s a cinnamon and clove pull apart bread,” Alex said with a grin. “Here- try a piece.

Michael did tentatively, though he tried not to let his reluctance show. He pulled off a piece of the smallest branch and took a bit. The flavors exploded in his mouth, the spices and the bread were perfect. It was chewy without being doughy, with just the right amount of crisp when he first bit into it. 

“Holy shit this is good,” Michael said with bread still in his mouth. 

Alex laughed. “You sound surprised.”

Michael swallowed and gave Alex a grin. “No offense, but you have not been known for your baking in the past, not unless it comes pre-mixed.”

Alex only laughed again as he nodded his head in agreement. 

“I do love my surprise though,” Michael said as he took another bite. 

“That’s not actually your surprise.”

Michael tilted his head in confusion. 

“Surprise! I’ve been taking baking classes! I got tired of Isobel politely telling me not to bring dessert to dinner.”

Michael’s laughter was loud enough to wake Buffy, who gave an agitated whine before she hopped off the couch and made her way to the bedroom where she wouldn’t be disturbed. 

“Did you seriously take baking lessons out of spite?” Michael asked as he reached for yet another piece of bread. “Not that I’m complaining. This is delicious.”

“We’ll see who makes the better triple-chocolate and cardamom cake now,” Alex replied with his eyes narrowed and his determined ‘I will win’ expression. 

“This is one of many reasons I love you,” Michael said as he wrapped his arms around Alex and pulled him into his lap. They settled together comfortably, wrapped around each other they way Michael always wanted it to be. He lifted a piece of the bread with his mind before he said, “Now open up. This is too good not to share.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes Additional Tags: Fluff, Rain, Sleep, Lazy Sex Series: Part 3 of Love, As Simple As This

Summary: Michael and Alex indulge in a lazy Sunday

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give me all you’ve got

– ao3 – rated e –

“Want you tonight,” Michael says, interrupting Alex when he’s on the couch trying to get a few things done on his laptop, squirming catlike into the circle of his arms and forcing him to set his computer aside. Alex wraps his arms around Michael’s back to keep him from slipping off, and in response Michael rolls his hips forward, until his knees hit the back of the couch and he can’t, physically, be any closer than he is right now.

“How do you want me?” Alex responds, nipping Michael’s lip because it’s just right there, full and pink and slightly chapped.

“Want you to be in charge.”

“I always am. In case you haven’t noticed.”

“What I mean,” Michael rocks his hips against Alex’s, and Alex immediately goes to pin him in place, “is that I want you in charge. Calling the shots. Telling me and Valenti what you want us to do…to you…to each other…”

Intriguing. Definitely intriguing. “And what does Kyle think about this plan?”

“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

“Where is he?”

“Finishing up his five hundredth crunch or something. I can’t keep track, but I do know he’s already gotten himself all sweaty and worked up…” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and circles his ass despite the tight grip Alex has on his hips.

“Then maybe we should let him finish before moving on to the next phase of the evening.”

“That’s no fun. I think his abs will survive—”

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Deck the Halls

A Roswell New Mexico Fanfic

The Christmas light displays along the Pecos river lit up the night in a swirl of colors and movement.  Liz snuck in a short video of one of the displays on her phone to message to her father - she was pretty sure he had been more excited to hear about the tickets Max had bought for the event than she was.

“Those tickets begin selling in October, mija!  Max must have been planning this for quite a while.”

A forty-minute boat tour of Christmas lights probably wouldn’t have been her first choice for a winter date, to be honest, but Max had been quick to point out that no dancing was involved and it got them out of Roswell for a few hours.

The boat was full of other couples and families pointing out different displays excitedly, but something about the moment still felt serene. Towards the end of the tour, Liz leaned her head on Max’s shoulder and just watched the final displays pass by.

“Tired?”  Max asked her, even as he leaned his head against hers gently.

“Comfortable.  I may go to sleep on you, which is what you get for taking me on boat rides instead of dancing.”

Max gave a short laugh and turned his head to press a kiss to her hair.  “I’ll embarrass you on the dance floor next date.”  He promised.

“Deal.  How do you think Isobel is doing with Bella?”

“I have about seven notifications I’ve been ignoring as they came in.”

“How much you want to bet she drops her off with Alex and Mikey before we get back?”

“Stop it, she adores her.”

“She adores her Christmas Tree more.  Seriously, I’ll let you off the hook for dance night if I’m wrong.”  Liz offered.

“You sure?  Because you’re going to be wrong.”  Max looked at her.

“I won’t be wrong.”  Liz straightened and turned to him.  “And if I’m right, you have to come to Christmas Carol Karaoke at the Wild Pony with me.”

“Oh, come on.  That’s just painful.”

“So you admit, you’ll lose.”

“I am not losing.  She’ll keep her until we get home.”

“No texting or sending psychic messages because that’s cheating.”

“No texting, no psychic messages.  She’ll keep her until we get back.”

“Deal.”  Liz offered her hand and they shook on it.

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Michael was greeted by a grey fluffball with big green eyes when he opened the cabin door.

“This little terror knocked over my tree twice.”  Isobel informed him.

“There is nothing little about that cat.”  Michael replied.  He was pretty sure once she had finished growing, the cat would be almost as big as Buffy.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Alex Manes, Michael Guerin Additional Tags: Fluff, Celebrations, Handfasting, Family, Rings Series: Part 2 of Love, As Simple As This

Summary: A flashback at Alex and Michael’s ceremonies

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a sweet, smutty epilogue to the five times alex and michael flirt, and the one time they don’t fic (set in the shadowhunters au verse). just wanted to do something for the nebulous well-adjusted future weekend!

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Here we go, here we go...

The event is well underway and I just wanted to thank everyone who's participated already! You're awesome <3

In lieu of reblogging the long post, here's super quick reminder of the "rules" for the fanworks for the event:

It can be any character(s), solo or pairing or group, romantic or platonic

It can be canon compliant, canon divergent, or AU to the nth degree

It can be set in any time period - it doesn't have to be the future! It's just that Nebulous Well-adjusted Future is such a cool turn of phrase (thanks @haloud!)

Pretty much the only thing that isn’t allowed, is angst. Otherwise it's all good.

Post when you like, as much or as little as you like, all weekend long. Just tag your happies with #rnmnwafweekend2019 and you're golden.