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haechan: *dramatic gasp* mark can use TECHNOLOGY???!?

Angst/Fluff Prompt List #5

Back at it again with those sweet sweet prompts!! As always these are great for any and every fandom! Please do not repost, but you can always reblog! :) I threw in like 8 extra prompts instead of just doing 100 of them. So have fun friends!!

1. “I’ll never forget you.”

2. “They may not understand you, but I do.”

3. “What happened to your hand(s)?”

4. “You shouldn’t have gone by yourself.”

5. “Did you hear that?”

6. “I think about you all the time.”

7. “I love you, no matter what.”

8. “Would you just listen to me for two seconds?”

9. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

10. “It’s time to get up.”

11. “Get out of my way!”

12. “I think you’re forgetting something…”

13. “I’ll take you home.”

14. “Your laugh is so adorable.”

15. “I like to think we’re more than ‘just friends’.”

16. “I’m trying to cheer you up.”

17. “If you make any noise, they’ll fund us.  So be quiet.”

18. “I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you.”

19. “Go home.”

20. “I will find you.”

21. “What did you just say to me?”

22. “Scoot over.  I wanna sit next to you.”

23. “Of course I trust you.”

24. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

25. “I will fight you.”

26. “Can I get you something?”

27. “If they mess with you, they’re messing with me.”

28. “Where would you like to start?”

29. “You think you can handle it?”

30. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

31. “Something’s not right…”

32. “I need to know if you’re okay or not.”

33. “I want the truth.”

34. “Don’t test me.”

35. “This place is a mess.”

36. “Let’s go for a walk.”

37. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

38. “You’re such a nerd.”

39. “You’re not giving me much of a choice.”

40. “At least we have this fire to keep us warm.”

41. “Well now I’m all wet.”

42. “You can’t expect me to stay behind.”

43. “What’s that smell?”

44. “You can’t save everyone.”

45. “Sometimes you have to think of yourself as a priority.”

46. “It’s time to think outside of the box.”

47. “You’re not making any sense.”

48. “There are some things you’re just going to have to let go.”

49. “Three cups of coffee wasn’t enough?”

50. “You’re not making this any easier.”

51. “I’ll never stop caring about you.”

52. “Why don’t you tell me why you really came here tonight?”

53. “Who’s your friend?”

54. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

55. “I’m not jealous!”

56. “It’s so good to see your face.”

57. “Need a hand?”

58. “Is that blood?”

59. “Don’t say another word.”

60. “Don’t be a smart ass.”

61. “Can you keep a secret?”

62. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

63. “I think your hair looks just fine.”

64. “If you’re not busy… maybe we can get dinner?”

65. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

66. “Don’t make me regret this.”

67. “You’re not scared of the dark are you?”

68. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”

69. “Don’t worry, you’ve got me to take care of you.”

70. “I need you to do something for me.”

71. “Sounds like you have a problem.”

72. “There’s always another way.”

73. “You know more than you’re telling me.”

74. “Why don’t you just sit there and look pretty?”

75. “You’ve got enough to worry about.”

76. “You’re not alone, I’m right here.”

77. “Isn’t that illegal?”

78. “I hope you can forgive me.”

79. “You need to control your temper.”

80. “How do you get your skin to be so soft?”

81. “I’m not your personal doormat.”

82. “Why are you being so difficult?”

83. “Another sleepless night, huh?”

84. “How could I forget?”

85. “I’ll be with you the whole time.”

86. “We’ll just see about that.”

87. “I didn’t wanna wake you up.  You just looked so peaceful.”

88. “Can’t we talk about this?”

89. “I wanna hear you say it.”

90. “Would it be okay if I borrowed your sweater?  It smells like you…”

91. “You look beautiful in the moonlight.”

92. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”

93. “Don’t make me tape your mouth shut.”

94. “I told you that I didn’t wanna talk about it.  Why can’t you just let it go?”

95. “Let me know if anything goes wrong.”

96. “She’s dead…”

97. “I shouldn’t be here, but…”

98. “Come inside.  I don’t want you to get sick.”

99. “Have you lost your mind?”

100. “How did you know where to find me?”

101. “I think you should rest for the time being.”

102. “This is hard for me too.”

103. “You’re worth every second of my time.”

104. “I was just about to call you.”

105. “The corner store didn’t have your favorite, so I got you this instead.”

106. “I’m only here to help.”

107. “The night’s still young.”

108. “You should close the door.”

Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.

Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.

Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.

Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.

Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.

Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.

Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.

Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.

Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.

Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.

It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.

Me: I wish Oda would give us an original villain who doesn’t fall into the “Smug bastard” or “undefeatable badass” category :////

Also me when Oda revealed Cracker and Katakuri:

the first time you kiss them ft. cyno, tighnari

wc: 454

modern au?? little snippets of kissing and a confession. no warnings just fluff. i’ll write another one like this but with nilou and al haitham!

m.list , pt.2 (ft. al-haitham and nilou)

cyno

you almost feel you’ve waited too long for this. for the electrifying feel of his lips against yours, his mouth moving in sync with your own. he pulls away as soon as he comes to his senses, his eyes wide and his eyebrows furrowed, much alike your own expression. your cheeks are awfully hot, you think absentmindedly as you stare into his vermillion irises. they are so extraordinarily warm, in a mind numbing way, dulling your senses and your reason along with them. you could stare at them forever, if only it meant you could keep this thrilling ecstasy within you.

the spark in you had blown into a wildfire, and it’s flames had scorched you. your burnt lips could only think to utter one thing, with your heart beating wildly in your chest and a heaviness in your throat threatening you .

“i like you. i really, really like you.”

he stares back at you. it’s endearing, almost, the way he seems to almost be suppressing the wide, pearly smile that stretches across his face before it erupts, and he no longer withholds it. he looks awfully sweet this way, and you hope to see it more often.

“shit,” he laughs lightly. “i thought you’d keep me waiting forever.”

tighnari

of all the things you’ve seen, you think what’s in front of you right now might be the most beautiful of them. he’s smiling. a big, joyous grin as he stares ahead at the display of colorful lights flashing on the stage. they reach the two of you, even in the far, sparse corner you found yourselves in.

they reflect on him, on his hair, on his skin, but what stands out most to you is the way they make his eyes glimmer. his eyes shine with excitement and hope and all the good things you could possibly think of. with the way he’s looking, you’d think he was on top of the world.

without even realizing it, you call out his name. “tighnari.” the word leaves your lips gently, blending in with the sound of loud music, but he still hears your voice as clear as a bell.

he turns to you, his eyebrows raised and his lips parted just a fraction.

your hand meets his cheek softly, and he wills you, tempts you, without even saying anything. you meet each other in the middle, and the kiss you share is far better than the one you’d imagined with toothy grins and kicking feet as you’d excitedly message him in the late hours of the night.

you pull away with your eyes averted (but they find his again anyway). he stares at you, before he tentatively presses his lips to yours again, and you taste sweetness once more.

i’d love it if you commented or rb! p.s my suggestions are open but read my post on it first!

So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.

AI art bros are big mad about it.

kiss me with your eyes closed - kiss prompts

prompt list by @novelbear

pulling away and their faces are all flushed and they hear nothing but the sound of eachother trying to catch their own breaths

grabbing them by their waist and tugging them closer to deepen the kiss

^ maybe it catches the other off guard and they let out a little noise of surprise (much to the amusement of their partner)

cupping their cheeks and giving them a peck on the nose or lips

smiling into the kiss (it's gonna do it for me every time)

or if they smirk a little whilst doing it oh my god

they're lying on the bed, one on top of the other just planting kisses alllllll over their face. all over.

just going at it and suddenly they're being picked up and placed on the counter (or whatever surface is near)

laughing out loud when one of them makes any noises accidentally

one is shorter and they just plant a soft kiss (or kisses) along the taller's jawline

gentle. forehead. kisses.

a first kiss: one just goes for it so fast that the other doesn't realize what's happening at first. then they're like "oh shit"

^ but they slowly melt into it, let their eyes close, and kiss back

back hugging and the one in front just turns around to press their lips against the other's

those kisses that start off short and sweet, but things just naturally escalate

whispering words of admiration and love between a kiss

one is on the other's lap, holding their face between their hands, kissing them and instantly forgetting everything else in the room with them

those kisses that are just passionate from the start, they wrap their arms around their partner's neck or waist, being dipped back slightly.

after a heated session, they admire their flushed partner and softly place a peck on the cheek.

when they're holding hands and one just brings them up to their lips and places a kiss on their fingers.

cyno x gn!reader

“You’ll like him, I promise!”

“If he’s anything like you, I suppose.”

“Well…” You trail off, imagining you and your brother growing up and constantly being told how different the two of you are, from your personalities down to your looks. “Anyway! He can be a bit of a dummy, but he means well.”

Cyno nods, a thoughtful frown on his lips as he crosses his arms and waits for your brother to arrive at your meeting spot.

You spy the eye-catching ahoge from a mile away. Your beam, raising your hand in a wave and turning to your partner beside you—only to blink as you realize that he left without your notice.

The sound of steel against steel in the distance blares an alarm in your head. Frantic, you whip your head to the direction of the sound and find two very familiar individuals duking it out.

Oh no.

“Big brother Haitham, stop!”

They both freeze at the sound of your voice for two completely different reasons.

Al-Haitham pulls you behind him and points his sword at your very confused partner, uncharacteristically slow to connect the dots. “Choose your next actions carefully, Cyno.”

Cyno completely lowers his weapon as he switches his gaze between the two of you as if in disbelief that Al-Haitham, the so-called Akademiya lunatic who he’s barely spoken two words to, is your older brother. You, the light of his life—but also an Akademiya drop out who only managed to get in through sheer luck after your random answers on the entrance examination turned out to be right—were related to him?

Impossible.

…Or so he would have thought a minute ago before his world was turned upside down and his partner’s brother wasn’t the most suspicious person in Cyno’s eyes.

My brother is really smart like you! He’s really nice and he used to help me study for my tests back when I still went to the Akademiya. A little, um, mean—but he’s actually a good person!

Hah, mean. A large understatement. It would equate to a scholar calling the General Mahamatra benign.

He suppose he should have expected it from you. You do have the tendency to think the best of people, even when they don’t deserve it.

“Brother.” You tug on Al-Haitham’s arm to bring his sword down, but he refuses to do so, unwilling to take his eyes off Cyno. Huffing in annoyance, you stomp on his feet and feel immense satisfaction when he turns his head to glare at you.

“This isn’t the time—”

“He’s Cynie!”

There’s a joke to be made about a pin dropping in the silence after your words and your brother’s dawning look of realization and the skepticism that follows.

He whirls his head to Cyno and points, “That’s Cynie?”

You nod with a growing smile, delighted that your brother finally lowered his sword so you can come up to Cyno and drag him close by the arm. “Cynie, meet my brother, Haitham!”

“…I told you not to call me that in front of others.”

“But it’s cute!”

“Only when we’re alone.” To this, he sends a baleful glare to Al-Haitham that your brother returns with a glare of his own.

“Oh, please. My sibling has told me everything that’s happened in your relationship,” then, as if to add salt to the wound, he strictly emphasizes, “Cynie.”

A muscle in your partner’s brow twitches.

“It’s great that you two are getting along!” You exclaim with a smile that could rival the sun.

They can’t say no to that face. They both have no choice but to reluctantly grumble a hesitant ‘yes…’ that has your eyes shining bright.

“I have our outing planned for today! I saw a promo in a restaurant that said if you can finish some kind of large meal in under an hour, you don’t have to pay for it! Not too sure how big it is, but I know I can eat it all. I also passed by this really cool place yesterday…”

They let you drag them by the arm across the city, shooting glares at each other and throwing subtle barbs when they think you aren’t looking.

You called that day the ‘brothers-in-law bonding day’. They hated every second of it and vowed to never talk to the other again.

Unless you asked them to, of course.

Scene Prompt

It had been a week since A died, and B had finally gotten around to cleaning out their room. They finished packing the last box around midnight, and got up from the floor. As they stretched, they felt something move behind them. B whirled around and to their shock, A was standing behind them.

"A?" B choked out, taking a hesitant step forward. For the first time in a week, happiness bloomed in their chest. A smiled at them and reached out, as if to touch B. "A-are you alive?"

A's smile faltered. "I'm afraid not," they said, stretching out a hand. Hope died in B's heart as they noticed the transparency of A's fingers. B let out a sob.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you."

"Hey, it's okay," A said. "You couldn't have done anything. B, listen, it's wonderful to see you again, but I have to warn you. Something's coming. Something bad. You and the others have to get ready."

"What? I-I don't understand."

A smiled. "That's why I'm here. Come on, B. Let's work together, one last time."

-Mod Minita

❞ [ 10. ] bumping into strangers

— 9:17 pm, LOG TWO: xiao’s whereabouts.

it is 9:17 in the evening when the realization dawns that despite being a man of circumspect, xiao remains baffled of the fact that he has absolutely no idea how long he’s been craning his neck across his shoulder to stare mindlessly at you.

he knows he has never dived headfirst so thoughtlessly and recklessly into all sorts of undesired situations. but he betrays himself when the sworn occasional glimpses take a gradual metamorphosis into unconsciously bewitched gazes.

it’s amazing how three long years have passed, and yet you still looked like the girl he met back in the last year of high school.

“xiao,” an impatient nudge echoes from a faintly tipsy childe. “what are you spacing out for?”

xiao hesitates to tear his eyes away from the outlying sight. but when he lazily glances at the half-full vodka shot raised in front of him, he wonders why he expects to see you holding it out towards him instead of the pretty stranger sporting a rather flirtatious smile. was she also a fourth year taking the same major? he couldn’t seem to recognize her distinct features from anywhere.

nevertheless, he takes the offered glass in his hand and throws his head back to tilt the drink squarely against his mouth, potent liquid passing by his lips until the spicy flavor violently punches the back of his throat.

it tastes fucking disgusting.

the world shines a bit too brightly as he forces himself to swallow the vodka down his throat. he blinks several times to fight the dazed sensation, vague noises of his friends’ chorused cheers resounding around him.

and when his gaze flutters subconsciously across the end of the room, he finds you staring illegibly at him.

it doesn’t hurt even when it takes less than a second for you to look away.

it is 9:34 in the evening when you suddenly collide into xiao’s chest with flushed cheeks. he reaches out to seize you in his arms, proving successful in breaking you from an awfully clumsy fall.

you stare blankly at him for the second time since you arrived — and yet for him, he’s already lost track of how many times he strained his neck just to peer over in curiosity.

it feels bittersweet, the way either of you somehow always make your way back into the other’s life without warning.

xiao can’t stop himself from asking whether you’re okay, hoping the slight tremble of his drunken voice was rendered inaudible to your ears.

“i’m fine.” comes your begrudging response as he helps you stand. surprisingly, you don’t bat his hands away as he carefully props you up.

you think he seems almost a bit concerned despite his characteristically apathetic nature that you’ve begun to acquaint yourself with for a while now, but you fearfully shake the far-fetched theory off and pace away from him in hurried steps.

leaving him behind to watch.

it is 9:42 in the evening when xiao leaves the party to take the night bus back to the dormitories.

he hated the wafting stench of drinks. he hated the stuffiness of the venue. he hated the girls that stared at him for too long. he hated the guys who egged him on to do something stupid. he hated the spreading of faint pain across his neck. he hated your flushed cheeks. he hated childe for miraculously convincing him to tag along.

and yet, xiao finds himself gazing quietly outside the glass window.

because for the first time in three years, he finally allows himself to wonder how it all went wrong.

I WISH YOU WERE SOBER — [ previous. masterlist. next ]

synopsis — in which you were never really one for spontaneity or precipitous decisions, until you got yourself drunk at your senior year university party and woke up the next morning with the most dreadful of hangovers…along with a painfully distorted memory of a stolen kiss on that hazy evening.

note — because we love mysterious pasts with the ex hihi

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