#a x b

[saturn-sugar-saturn-spices]

jealousy…but they’re not dating

first post? first post!! 🫶

cw: slightly suggestive references

B doing it on purpose to make A jealous because they just want them to confess already

[^ cont’d] and at some point B just gets tired of A not saying anything and directly confronts them

A thinks they’re being subtle, when in reality they’re staring at B and C like they want to commit murder

A being an asshole to B the whole time which makes B confused as hell because “what the hell is your problem?” (meanwhile C honestly just. has no idea what’s going on)

C pointing to A staring at them and B and going “oh, I think your partner’s starting to get mad at me”

imagine A and B have got history and A sees B kissing C; “so who’s the better kisser, me or C?” and it sounds like a joke, but the irritated look on their face says otherwise

imagine A and C have got history; “C is horrible in bed, by the way. just so you know.”

[^ cont’d] C thinking they’re joking and firing back with something like “really? well, A wasn’t all that good either.” and B finds it funny/interesting and A gets way angrier at it than they should

B confronting A with “why are you avoiding me?” and A responding with “seems like you’re preoccupied with them”

A wants to hate C for it because they are jealous and they want to be doing that stuff with B, but they can’t bring themselves to hate because C is just that perfect and in all honesty A can understand why B would like them (honestly it’s givingg heather by conan gray)

“me and C, that’s just fun, you know? i’m just trying to—“ “so was i ‘just fun’ as well?”

B and C aren’t doing anything even remotely romantic, A is just over analyzing everything they do together and driving themselves crazy over it

[lab-trash]

Character B has a massive crush on Character A. They kick themself for it, since they're only friends— close friends— and there's no way Character A would ever be okay with it.

Except Character A already knows. In fact, they thought it was obvious. Just something they never spoke of. Maybe bc A was waiting for B to be ready to say it.

One day someone flirts with B, making then uncomfortable, and A is immediately on the offense. They tell them to back off. Because B already has feelings for someone.

B stumbles through a thank you, but saying they didn't have to, or didn't have to lie to them. Leading A to say something like "I think they deserve to know your heart belongs to me if they're going to be hitting on you like that," or something of the sort.

[danafeelingsick]

Hii I have an idea for 26 (kinda literal). Sickie is (almost?) non-verbal but v affectionate. So when caretaker wants to check if sickie is nauseous, caretaker will try to hug sickie or pet his belly. Sickie loves to be hugged by caretaker, but not when he feels sick. And ofc there must be a bad accident/illness one day.

Novemetober 2023 Rescheduled

@monthofsick

Prompt list | Masterlist | AO3 collection

Day 26. Nonverbal illness indicators

Word count: 1,1k~

CONTENT WARNINGS: descriptions of vomiting, tummy ache, tummy rubs, sickie is non-verbal (non-specified), sickie and caretaker are partners, implied relationship, A & B, caretaker is A and sickie is B, they/them pronouns for both

AN: i'm just going to pop back in with this and disappear again. i hope you like it! :) i love your requests and sorry for the wait!

“Morning, B…”, A greeted sleepily.

Sitting in the middle of the living room, B acknowledged them with a small nod, their eyes focused on the tv.

A found it odd they wouldn't turn to greet them properly, but chalked it up to B being sleepy and made their way to the kitchen to get their breakfast started. It was still odd, considering all they were watching was one of those variety shows A knew they didn't care about.

Sure, they hadn't thought much of it when they woke up and found the bed empty, B nowhere to be seen. They must've gotten up early, and didn't want to bother A on a day they could afford to sleep in. That had to be it.

B wordlessly scooted to the side, letting A take a seat on the sofa. Judging by the empty bowl they had seen inside the sink, A was fair to assume B had already had breakfast. Still, they left a bit of fresh coffee on the pot, just in case.

“Whatcha watching, B?”, they asked, setting their mug on the side table.

Eyes still locked on the TV, B grabbed the remote and brought down the program’s summary. Sure enough, it was some variety show in its millionth season, A was sure that B hadn’t a clue who any of these people were.

“And… you're enjoying it?” A raised an eyebrow, chuckling slightly. B simply shrugged. “Nothing else you wanted to watch?”

B held out the tv remote, willing A into taking it. This time they turned to finally look at them, and A quickly took notice of B’s frowny expression. Sure, they had the right to be a little grumpy that early in the morning, especially with such a nosy partner like A, but that just didn't seem like it.

“Oh? Are you sure you don't want that?”, A joked and B purposely wrinkled their nose, shoving the remote in their hand. A chuckled again, this time with a hint of relief that B was willing to play along. “A shame, I was *so* invested”, they added, leaning back.

It didn't surprise them that their partner hadn't found anything to watch, as soon as they started surfing past the channels, they grew bored. B, on the other hand, looked as if they were paying close attention to the few seconds they were allowed on each program.

A knew they would tell them if there was anything they wanted to watch but, after several minutes, B just seemed to withdraw into themselves. They leaned forward and crossed their arms firmly, their face pinched in a frown. It could've been A’s imagination, but it did seem like they had grown a bit pale.

“B?” their partner scooted closer, trying to take a better look at them. “Is there something wrong, honey?”

Despite B shaking their head vehemently, they curled into themselves, arms wrapped tightly around their stomach. A noticed they were shivering, their eyes squeezed shut and felt their heart drop. B looked like they were about to cry.

“Baby, are you in pain?”, A asked again, and gently pulled their partner closer. A slow touch on their back became a hug, and soon B was nestled in against their chest, fighting to hold back tears. “Is it your stomach?”

B hesitated, letting out a noise like a muffled sob, which prompted A to plant a kiss on their head, murmuring sweet reassurances. Their hands replaced B’s over their tummy and began gently rubbing it, trying to get them to relax.

“Does it hurt here?”, A asked, fingers slinking under the fabric. B shook their head again. “No?”

They felt B’s abdomen almost wince under their touch, as just the pressure of their fingertips was enough to cause them pain. There was a faint bubbling just underneath the surface, making A think the cause of B’s discomfort could be a simple indigestion. Although, their stomach was visibly upset, which threw A off when B denied feeling any pain.

A was about to ask again when they felt B’s hands began to pry their own away, trying to pull away from them. It was a process, B looked desperate to get away from them, but also seemed to be hesitant in applying any force to A’s fingers.

They understood it quickly and held their hands up, just as their partner hiccuped. In any other situation A would think nothing of it, but this time the sound was wet, almost suffocated by gagging. B scurried away from them, managing to lean over the edge of the sofa before they broke into a shallow retch.

A was only able to see their back as it began to heave, the sound of liquid splattering on the floor clueing them on what was happening. They felt awful for not realizing it sooner, but pulled themselves up, running to be by B’s side.

“B…!”

The poor thing continued to heave, fists holding onto the sofa as their stomach emptied itself, their whole body still shaking. A held them by the shoulders, going to brush their hair out of the way when they noticed the fresh tear tracks down B’s cheeks.

“Oh, honey… it's okay, I’m right here with you. I'm not going anywhere”, A reassured them, wiping their face with a thumb.

B shuddered, their face scrunching as they burped out a stream of stomach contents. A glanced at the puddle soaking into their carpet, noticing the bits of pale breakfast cereal and curdles of milk, and quickly looking away. They could do without that sight for now, instead focusing on B as they continued to spew more of it.

“There you go… get it up”, they encouraged, rubbing the side of their arm lightly, slowly so as to not overwhelm B even more.

B coughed as the spell began to taper off, drooling out threads of slimy bile still clinging to their lips. A held them as they worked through the last bits of bile, the sounds were grating to their ears, but A knew they were having it much worse.

“Shh… there you are”, A murmured, reminding them of their presence.

B sniffled, looking at the mess they had made. They couldn't hold back the tears any longer, everything just felt awful, they felt so sick.

“Hey, shh… it's okay, there’s no need to cry”, A told them, resting their hand on their back. “Come here, do you think you’re done?”

B nodded slowly amidst the tears, and leaned into A, letting them pull them into their chest. They hugged them tight, like they meant from the start, rubbing B’s back as they continued to sob.

“Honey, you should’ve told me you were sick”, A said, petting B’s hair. “Nevermind that now. We’ll move to the shower whenever you're ready, okay?”

B nodded, breathing in and out as they tried to calm themselves down.

[lawlietscaramels]

of α and β

Warnings!! dead dove - do not eat, cannibalism, implied cannibalism, death (before the start of the short), horror(?), blood (image).

It's rather dark, but not very explicit. Continue with caution.

A was dead.

A was dead.

A was dead.

The words cascaded through B's head, lines of green text overlapping as they fell.

A was dead.

B was next.

“He who says A must say B likewise.” That was Hansel and Gretel, the version he read with them in the dusty room that Thursday.

B didn't like the funeral.

He didn't like the black clothes. The Victorian element of it all. He didn't like the church.

He didn't like A's grave.

He sat on the grass covered in weeds and ripped them out, then ripped out the flowers too and stared at the stone.

A was dead.

Stone was the rest of them.

No.

They were there.

B ripped the grass away. Then the dirt. He ripped at the wood and their flesh and held their heart.

A was dead.

B was next.

There was very little blood.

Between the lines of alpha and beta, half a heartbeat made two one.

Dear L did you know

If you write it right,

A fits inside B?

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

→ thanks to @levi-dayne for being my beta reader! ←

©lawlietscaramels. Do not repost on other sites, claim as your own work, edit, rewrite or “fix,” feed to AI or otherwise use unethically.

[rayelic]

k in 2023? that’s crazy— but I do be missing it and them 🥲

[pronoun-note]

does this make sense or no

[shootingsun]

Dogbird (Madds Buckley) is A×B coded actually

[shut-it-and-write-it]

A: I loved somebody once, many years ago. I swore I’d marry them, settle down, have children…leave a life of adventuring behind me

B: So why didn’t you?

A: Because…they rejected me. They said that they cared for me deeply, but I was so young and naive. They told me that if I was any older—if I knew how the world works back then like I do now—then maybe we could’ve settled down and had children. Maybe we could’ve lived the life I always wanted…

B: did you ever have hope? Of one day being with them?

A: oh, of course. I swore to them that I would return 5, 10, 15 years later, and continue to love them like I did when I was younger

B: and do you? Still love them, I mean?

A: …now that I’m looking back on it…I don’t think I ever did

[kissorkill16]

Person A: What's wrong with you?

Person B: I said something stupid in front of (person) and now I hate myself.

Person A: You get used to it. Not about saying stupid things in front of people, but about hating yourself.

[someonewhodrawsstuff]

*on a notecard*

Will you date me?

*check boxed* YES

*check boxed* DEFINITELY

*check boxed* ABSOLUTELY

*check boxed* BE MY BOYFRIEND NOW

A: uhh..

Beyond: hah.. I rigged it

[ohlooksomepromptsandstuff]

Ship dynamic: Character A is a recovering germaphobe who started attending therapy after realising that their phobia was taking away from their quality of life. One of the strategies that they've found most helpful is - when they're worrying about a certain illness, virus, disease, ect - doing lots of research on what to do if they or someone else gets the thing, instead of trying to prevent it from happening to begin with. This has meant that A is an absolutely excellent person to be around when you're sick, injured, or ill.

Cue Person B, A's old friend who's always getting sick, and I mean always. They haven't seen A in ages now, because as A's germaphobia got worse and worse, B's constant illnesses made A want to be near them less and less. Now, though, A feels like they can finally face up to B again, and is realising that they've missed them quite a lot, too.

As always, though, B is unwell, but this time it's different. This time, despite the years of absence, A is willing to help.

[jaysen-vor-hee-hees]

A holding a dying, bleeding out B close to their chest as they wait for paramedics that never end up coming, the former’s tears staining the latter’s clothes, as A sings “You are my sunshine” to B.

A is trying so hard to keep their voice steady, but A doesn’t get to finish the song before B goes lifeless in their arms so the last lyric “Please don’t take my sunshine away” comes out strained and desperate as A fails to stop their voice from breaking.

Just- mmm m m m m

[whoneedslovewhenyouhaveknives]

Ship Dynamic

A is a fantasy-noir-esque private investigator, embittered by all kinds of social injustices, while B is their sunshiney assistant/apprentice with a past that they don’t like to talk about.

They solve various crimes for their clients all over the city, and a certain criminal that keeps getting mentioned is the “Thief Title”. A is determined to catch Thief Title, because they've never gotten close to being caught before. Even so, both A & B will readily admit that Thief Title isn’t doing any real harm, and might actually be helping the people.

As the story progresses more and more, A & B start to fall in love, and more of B’s dark and sad past is revealed.

Eventually, at the climax of the story, A finally manages to confront the Thief and rip away their mask-

-Only to see B staring at them from behind it.

(Bonus: A new threat arises after B is unmasked by A, requiring more “thief” skills than “detective” skills. This time, A is taken under B’s wing to become their apprentice, and they eventually become thieves together.)

(Bonus Bonus: A & B find a happy balance; being investigative partners during the day, and partners in thievery during the night.)

[courtneygacha]

Ship Dynamic Prompt 1#!

A, throws things for fun/when angry x B, the thing they throw

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.