#A and B

[hope-i-dont-choke]

The fact that Ambrosius drops his sword the moment he sees what he’s done because it wasn’t even him ‘disarming the weapon’, it was the brainwashing they were put through as children to become soldiers. Nimona even calls it brainwashing later when talking to Bal. It really helps you forgive Ambrosius and feel where he’s coming from with his guilt over it, because never for a second do they act like it was a choice, it was a reflex, it was his training. He and Bal were conditioned the same way with the same training and beliefs, the difference is that Ambrosius was born into it held at a higher standard than anyone else, while Bal had to fight and claw and earn everything every step of the way. So Bal has a hard time accepting the injustices as truth too, but he has an easier time than Ambrosius, because while Bal is letting go of work he put in, and things he wanted to believe in, Ambrosius is learning his whole lineage is a lie. In any other story cutting someone arm off would be a deal breaker for me, but these two have been through so much together and everything between them is love, even at their worst, even when on different sides, throughout all the confusion and pain they still loved each other. And I love them.

#balbrosius #ambrosius x bal #a and b #kings #knighted and then immediately retired #stan #nimona #goldenheart #ambal #twomencanadoptme

[tummyobsessed]

Imagine A and B at a dinner party but A has been constipated for a week so while A eats another meal to their already stuffed guts, B is handing them laxative after laxative in an attempt to force their belly to empty.

Imagine A sitting there squirming as they try to hide their horribly upset tummy and the effects the constipation is having on their digestive system.

Imagine B making it worse by teasing A quietly. Not enough that anyone else hears but loud enough that A can't ignore it and that they turn bright red.

Imagine A squirming in place as they try in vain to hold in their churning and bubbling guts.

Imagine B telling A that they aren't allowed to use the bathroom until after they leave the party. And A obeying because they want to be good.

Imagine A squirming in place as they try in vain to hold in their churning and bubbling guts and their gas.

Imagine B slowly rubbing A's upset tummy. B's words challenging A to hold it all in while B's slow and gentle rubs challenge A to let it all out.

Imagine A loosing control and letting out 6 days of backed up meals in their seat.

Imagine B telling A that they did so good and taking them to the car, showing off their bloated tummy and their failed attempt at holding it all in.

Imagine A pretending that they hate it but not-so-secretely loving it

Fuck, I think that's as far as I'm getting. Anyone wanna add on?

#A and B verse #A and B #tummy kink #belly kink #constipation #laxatives #dinner party #diarrhea #public messing #upset tummy #tummy ache #bubble guts #belly ache #tummy #upset belly

[wetsnifflesneeze]

Contagion Filth. Lil bit Dom/Subby. A + B.

Listen guys this is kind of gross haha so if you don't like intentional contagion probably don't read it. This part is about A but obviously B is going to get sick too, I just need to write another part for that!

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"Hey" A sniffles and faces B.

"Hi honey"

"I *SNFff* I caught a cold"

"Come here darling" B gestures to their lap, inviting A to sit there.

Once A is seated comfortably B gently cups their face and looks at their sniffly nose, starting to turn a little bit pink at the edges. B gives their nose a little kiss and A sniffles again in response.

"And is this going to be your cold or our cold?" B asks.

A smiles gently and confirms "Our cold"

"So you know what you need to do?" B asks.

"Yeah, when I need to sneeze I need to sneeze on you or at you. Or if you're not close by I have to sneeze into the air or on some of your things"

"Exactly my love." B gently kisses A's lips and feels a little bit of the clear snot dripping down from their nose. A continues sniffling. It wouldn't be long before they would need to sneeze.

B loved catching A's colds and vice versa. Rather than inducing A's sneezes there was something about letting the sneezes come naturally. That way it was all of A's poor noses fault they would end up sneezing too.

A's breath started to hitch.. "I'm.. huh.. going to sne.. sne.. uhEEIISSSCHOO" B watched as A's nostrils flared and felt a light mist after the explosion from their sniffly nose.

"Bless you gorgeous. That's it, I want you to sneeze for me like that"

"*SNFFGH did you like it? Could you feel it?"

"I did baby, I felt your wet sneeze on my face. I love you." B gave A's face some light kisses"

A's head tilted back a little, nostrils twitching and flaring again as they sneezed a double "huhEIISHTCHIEW.......hehIIISSSSHHH ugh"

The second sneeze the wettest so far. Giving B's face a nice bit of spray with their germs.

"Bless you my love. This cold is giving you some nice sneezes already. Thanks for sharing them with me, you're a good baby."

B was out of the house stocking up on some tissues and other supplies for this sneezy cold they were going to share.

While B was out A took a shower and sneezed "EEIIIKSSSSHEW" in the bathroom afterwards spraying their mirror. Perhaps it would be still visible to B when they came home later. Then afterwards in their bedroom A felt another tickle, they had time to grab B's water bottle from the nightstand, unscrew it and let out a "HAHIIIISSSSSHHHHCHOO". They screwed the lid back on. That sneeze was pretty big and messy they were left with a couple strings of snot coming down from each nostril. They really needed to blow their nose now. They got some tissues and blew enough to clean themselves up and ease the congestion. They left the used tissues on B's side of the bed after rather than in the bin. As is the cycle with a head cold they could already feel their nose getting stuffy again and their sensitive nose was already starting to tickle they sneezed "EEIIIKSSSSHEW" onto B's pillow. They knew B would be happy to hear about this later.

B came home and not long after A felt a sneeze coming. They quickly got up and tried to make it as close to B as possible before sneezing. They made it to the living room where B was but not close enough to actually sneeze on them.. so they sneezed "HAHTIIIISSSSSHHHHCHOO" across the room. B watched the small cloud of spray lingering in the air in awe as it began to fade away some droplets lingering on the coffee table.

"Bless you baby, that was a big sneezie, c'mere" they bring A onto their lap again and used their t-shirt to clean some snot dripping from A's nose. "That was a nice welcome home" they add and kiss A's cheek. "Did I miss any more sneezies?"

"I sdneezed in the bathroom, ond our mirror. Thend I sdneezed ond your water bottle ahnd your pillow *SNDF SNFF*"

"Oh baby, you're doing everything you can to give me your cold"

"Sharing is caring *Snf*"

"Here let's blow your nose, you're getting all stuffy my love" B holds a tissue to A's nose and they give a soft but productive blow.

"Better?" B asks kindly

"Yeah, much. It won't last for long though... honestly my head is starting to hurt from all the congestion" A replies a little bit dejectedly.

"Oh love, you're really starting to feel under the weather now huh. Don't worry, I bought some medicine and we'll order some nice soup for dinner. I'll make you some tea right now too. You won't feel bad for long, promise" B leans in and give them a gentle kiss before going to prepare the tea.

A needs to sneeze again and doesn't want to get off the couch, they sneeze openly towards the coffee table "hehtIIISSSSHHHIEW" where the tv remote and B's phone were.

B came back with the tea and let A rest their head in their lap until their dinner arrived, B played with their hair and helped them to blow their poor runny nose every so often. The room punctuated with A's wet sniffles and a little bit of background noise from the TV which neither was really paying attention too.

Not too long after they were having their soup. It felt good on A's throat which hurt a little bit and helped with their blocked nose a little too. The warm steam was tickling their nose a bit and B noticed they had out down their spoon and had that distant look right before they closed their eyes and snapped forward with a sneeze "TIIISSSSHHHIEW" aimed towards their bowls of soup and teacups.

"Bless you, my love" B gently rubbed their back.

A was silent, because they were building up to another sneeze "EETIIIKSSSSHEW" spraying their soup once again.

"Bless you love"

"Ugh thandks *SnNgFF*"

They finished eating their soup, B turned on that they were eating soup sprayed by their sickie's germs.

"Shall we go to bed my love?" B asked

"Yeah, I'mb tired."

"I bet you are, poor baby."

They got into bed, B gave A some cold medicine and rubbed their chest and back with vaporub. Ready to sleep A layed their head down on B's chest and made a little whiny noise. B rubs their back reassuringly. "HEAATTtSSSHHOO" A sneezes onto B's chest and they feel the mist of fine droplets settle onto their bare skin some reaching as far as their neck and chin.

"Bless you honey" B kisses their lips which were nice and moist after the sneeze. A's breath gets shaky and they explode with another "hahTTIIIISSSSSSHHHU" into B's neck.

"Bless you again darling" they grab a tissue and clean up around A's drippy nose before giving it a kiss. "My poor sneezy baby."

"Ugh, just want to sleep now but my ndose won't let me" A whined and pouted.

"You'll sleep soon my love, your body must be exhausted fighting off this big bad cold. Just lay here on me, don't move. I'll take care of your nose"

A's breathing changed and B knew in an instant what was coming, they gently covered A's nose and mouth with one hand and caught the "APTTIIIIISSHEW".

"Bless you, beautiful" B grabbed a few tissues and secured them around A's nose. "Now blow for me."

A followed B's instructions and B felt the way their nose vibrated as A tried their hardest to clear their nose. This just started to make their nose tickle and they sneezed a "HAPTTtSSSSHHOO" into the tissues.

"Bless you, poor little thing all the cold germs inside your nose are getting it all irritated." B discarded the tissue into their bed and A let out an uncovered "HAHTIIIISSSSSHHHHCHOO" and another "hehIIISSSSHHH" onto B's face

"That's it baby sneeze it out, get it all out. It's meant to be shared, share it with me"

"I can breathe a bit better now." A said.

"I'm so glad baby, now get some sleep" B kissed their forehead.

"Okay, love you"

"I love you too"

#snzfucker #contagion #snz #sneeze kink #a and b #messfucker #snotty #original fiction

[oddly3nough]

A is covered in scars. B looks them over with curiosity, tracing a few with their fingers.

B: which one hurt the most?

A looks a them a moment. Then A grabs B’s hand, pulling them close. Their fingers curl under B’s shirt.

B: what—

B is cut off by A lifting the shirt hem higher revealing a nasty scar on B’s ribs. An old wound that almost unalived them. A was the one to save them. A traces the scar gently with their thumb.

A: this one

They whisper it so only B can hear. Of all the marks that riddled A’s skin the most painful wound they ever experienced was on B’s body.

(I made myself sad 😢)

#ugly cries #writers on tumblr #a and b #romance prompts #i do be simpin

[unboundprompts]

Random Prompt #6

Character A clutched their head in pain, falling to their knees with an agonized scream.

"What's wrong?" B asked, rushing to their side and collapsing on the floor next to them.

"The voices," A choked out. "They're so loud that I can't breathe."

#random prompt #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #otp prompts #angst prompt #hurt/comfort prompts #character dialogue #character a and b #a and b #whump scenario

[sauriansolutions]

Something I think would be really cute...

After being friends for awhile, Person A reveals they have a belly/burping kink to Person B.

This is surprising to B, because A is a refined, shy, "proper" type who's always soft-spoken and has good manners.

Meanwhile B is a rougher, sort of a jock type. Maybe even a bit of a "bad boy," (or girl). And they've always been totally shameless about eating, burping, commenting on being full or how their belly's feeling, etc, in front of A.

But B secretly has a huge (and terribly hidden) crush on A! And now that they know about A's kink, it's B who suddenly ends up being horribly embarrassed in the aforementioned situations.

B start eating ravenously... then realize A is watching, and sheepishly place a napkin on their lap, sit up properly, and begin eating small, careful bites. B will let out a burp in public... then get extremely embarrassed and apologize profusely for their lack of manners.

Same if B is sitting next to A, and their tummy growls--B gasps, glares down at their stomach like it's betrayed them, then grimaces and murmurs, "Oh God I'm so sorry A, I didn't do that on purpose I swear..."

A finds this change in B's behavior absolutely adorable, yet confusing. Is this how A realizes B has feelings for them?

#burping kink #belly kink #a and b #sauri says things #i was imagining Jack and Epel for this #but it fits other twst dynamics like floydxriddle #maybe even Jamilxkalim #anyway insert your otp and have fun!

[farthertothemoon]

I'm studying to be an environmental scientist in the wildlife conservation field and that means being outside a lot around animals and plants which means being exposed to a lotta allergens, right?

Imagine an environmental ecologist/biologist/scientist/conservationist who does a lot of field work with their partner (in this case, starting off as a friend/coworker).

Person A, the scientist, is allergic to just about everything in the field. This means every work day, without fail, they'll be a sniffly, sneezy mess within 30 minutes max of their "shift." Stopping to bend over and let out itchy and wet fits every few minutes is very common for them. Person B, their partner has gotten quite used to this over time, finds it amusing, possibly even endearing. Person A often decides not to take their meds due to high strength causing fogginess and drowsiness. However, they also often forget to bring tissues.

Over time, as their relationship has evolved to be closer and closer, B has recognized A's near constant lack of tissues despite the drippy, itchy mess they become nearly every day at work. So in all their glory as a friend, they start bringing packets of tissues to work everyday. Everytime B notices A getting teary eyed, sniffly, or hitchy, they shove a tissue (or five) into their hands. A gratefully takes them and lets out irritated sneeze after sneeze into them, all while B just stands there smirking.

As the two partners get closer and closer, and B ends up rubbing A's back through their messy fits and helping them clean themselves up after each one. It's become a habit of A's to "forget" their tissues on purpose at this point.

#jeez this was way longer than i meant for it to be #who let me have access to a keyboard #writing is not my forte #snz #snzblr #sneezeblr #sneeze kink #snz kink #snzario #a and b #snz fet #moonwalk&talk

[rosettastarlight]

One of my favorite relationship dynamics in both platonic and romantic ways has got to be opposites attract. Like, you put them together, and they literally look like they don’t even run in the same social circles or normally be in the same area as the other, let alone know each other as well as they do. Almost everything about them seems to contradict the other, but minus the small disagreements, they get along (sometimes like a house on fire, but they get along). It’s debatable if A is being a good influence on B, or if it’s the other way around, but they do influence each other in subtle ways without changing completely. In being together, they bring out both the best and worst in each other, but neither really mind.

Bonus points in irony if they were paired together because it was thought character A could push character B onto a better path, but it turns out while one is trouble on their own, the both of them together is chaos incarnate.

#characters #character concept #character dynamics #relationship dynamics #character tropes #platonic relationships #romance tropes #writing trope #relationship tropes #tropes i like #tropes i love #opposites attract #a and b #character a and b

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #15: imagine your OTP!

A: *glares at Person C*

B: *notices, and whispers* why don't we like them?

#prompt 15 #writing prompts #a and b #imagine your otp

[sisthisbetterbeagoodidea]

B finds A on the floor with a bottle and a box of tissues crying

Person B: “What are you doing on the floor?.”

Person A: “Much to contrary belief, I actually do have feelings.”

#a and b #writing prompts #prompts #original prompts #dialogue prompts #otp prompts

[danafeelingsick]

ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

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ᴀʟᴛ 1: Feverish

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Hihi! This could be a feverish prompt, or just for u to imagine. A is miserably sick and feverish in bed (could be shirtless, platonically), and hugging B is the only thing that makes A's body feel better. Ofc this is uncomfortable for B.

requested @justtopostmyfic-blog read the whole request here!

ᴀ/ɴ hey, sorry this took me a little longer. i didn't know when to post it, and well... i was very busy. but i loved this prompt so much, and honestly i forgot how nice it feels to write A and B as characters. it's just no context, but i know all the context i meant to put in this, so it's fun to imagine. i wrote this on a single cup of coffee, so yeah... 🔥

TW EMETO

         B was drifting in and out of sleep as they stayed in bed, their neck stiff from laying flat on their back, the sight of their bedroom ceiling coming into focus.

         They weren't sure what had woken them up, but the feeling of A's face pressed against their chest, their arms firmly wrapped around their waist as if they were a giant teddy bear, was an instant reminder. A's hot breath brushed over B's skin, and they couldn't help but compare the feeling to a blow dryer being turned on and off constantly. 

         A was burning up. No, that was underestimating it. A could've been described as burning up last night, when B stayed until the early hours of the morning, changing cold presses and bed sheets. Now, B was certain A was melting over their abdomen, a puddle gathered under A's cheek, sweat rolling off their nose and dripping on B's chest.

         At least, they had finally managed to sleep. Even if it took lining the mattress with towels and leaving a sick bucket by the foot of the bed for easy access, A finally trusted that they could sleep, or try to.

         The unnatural heat practically poured out of A's pinkish skin rendering both of their shirts soaked in no time, so they just decided to go without them. Neither had a problem with it, A was too feverish to care about anything, and for all B knew, it would make the laundry inevitably easier.

         A tightened their grip around B's waist, the way they were shivering becoming more noticeable as B virtually felt A's muscles tense and tremble painfully. They shuffled slightly, a faint whimper dying in their throat as they buried their head into B's chest, gripping their side.

          It pained them to see it, but that was the most peaceful rest A had gotten all week. They were sure, between wasting away on the cold bathroom tile, and sharing their fever with B as they slept, A had picked the latter because they didn't want to be left alone. 

         B kept their eyes on their sick friend for a moment longer, watching as they breathed in and out, the intervals between each drag becoming shorter. Slowly, without moving too briskly, B reached out and pulled a towel out of the backrest. Gently they patted A's forehead, holding their hand almost weightless so as not to disturb their sleep.

         As they pulled back, A let out another struggling moan, but their voice barely came through, almost as if they were protesting the towel being gone. B couldn't blame them, from what they could feel, A was being cooked alive from the inside.

         ”Shh… it's okay”, B mouthed, gently running their fingers through A's matted hair.

         As much as they wished this would've made A magically better, it didn't, their whimpers only seemed to grow needier, pained. They clung to B as if they were a lifesaver, inevitably pressing their belly to B's side as they hugged them, no signs of wanting to let go even if it earned deeper groans out of them. B could almost feel A's stomach tying itself into a knot, constantly tossing around the little B had managed to keep down from the night before.

         It took a lot of convincing for A to even try the soup B had made, but once they had a taste, there wasn't any more resistance. Mercifully enough, A wasn't quick to nausea, they were able to keep most things down when they were sick.

         What broke them, of course, was high fevers just like these. It made them into a walking furnace, or more accurately into a volcano. B had watched them disgorge a whole pressure cooker's worth of bright orange carrot soup onto the toilet, barely awake throughout the process. It was mercy, however, B held them close as they vomited, shivering so violently they were afraid A could break into a seizure.

         Now, with barely more than a cup of tea and a salad sandwich on top of a few gulps of water churning inside their stomach, A was whimpering in their sleep, constantly mouthing something not even they could hear.

         B was doing all they could to ease them into a peaceful rest, but A was struggling against the sudden tight feeling gripping their innards. A curled into B's chest as an unbearable cramp wrecked their small frame, ripping out pained sobs. 

       B tried to move them as gently as possible, A had to wake up, but they wouldn't budge. Their nails dug into B's side, and their chest heaved against them, trying to suppress the swirling nausea leaving them in complete confusion.

         One of A's dazed sobs morphed into a harsh audible gag in the back of their throat, prompting them to unconsciously clench their stomach, trying to prevent what was about to happen. It might've only made things worse because when their chest inevitably heaved, – their shoulders jumping, a wet belch traveling fast up their esophagus –, B couldn't react in time.

         A's mouth flooded within a second, the strength of their abdominal muscles completely dispersed as their stomach lunged, sending its contents gurgling up their throat. A parted their lips weakly, their eyes still shut, but to no avail as thick vomit burst out of their nostrils while more of that bright orangish soup-like slurry spread over B's chest in a violent surge. It even sprayed past them, landing on the edge of the bed as heavy lumps slithered to the floor.

         For a moment B was frozen in place, their body as stiff as a corpse as the situation came to them in layers. A's disgustingly hot vomit was seeping into their bare abdomen, a sludgy mixture heavily detailed with undigested food chunks, leaving slimy trails as they went down the side of their body, pooling under them. They wouldn't think it would burn, but it was much hotter than how A felt, steaming like molten lava, burning a hole through B and the bed.

         They couldn't move. Disgust sent paralyzing shudders up and down their arms, locking them in place. B wasn't squeamish, not usually, they were vomited on them before, by a multitude of friends, but it had never been this… graphic. It was A's chest incessantly heaving that snapped them back. They were struggling to breathe, choked gurgles trying to make it through their throat.  

         “Wake up A!” they start calling, frantically, shaking their shoulders like they were trying to resuscitate them.

         B's efforts proved nearly worthless as A continued heaving, eyes closed shut, but their grip around them loosened. They didn't waste any time, and pried their unconscious friend away from them, rolling them onto their back, then on their side. B scrambled to catch A before they could fall off the bed, the still-warm vomit fell to their lap with a wet splotch as they sat up. In the middle of the fray, B had one hand under A's head, holding it tilted, the other firmly around their wrist, keeping them from planting their face on the floor.

         A went completely stiff under B, tensing every muscle of their body, then let out another wave of regurgitated food onto the bed sheets. It pooled under their cheek, completely missing the towels as it came out with less force than the first one, infiltrating under them.

         B kept calling, growing more and more desperate by the second. A sounded like they were drowning, chunky vomit still pouring out their mouth in weak surges, choked-out whimpers fighting to be heard. 

         B was at their wit's end when they grabbed the still heaving A by the shoulder, delivering heavy thumps to their back, like they weren't trying to resuscitate a baby, but turn it into minced meat. There was a weak whimper before A snapped awake, coughing violently as they flail their arms, struggling to sit up. 

         B helped their friend flip onto their side and sit up, uselessly cupping both hands under their mouth as they promptly emptied their stomach onto their own lap. It overflew almost instantly, the chunky heavy slurry pouring down their chin and pooling between their legs, ruining yet another piece of clothing.

         A was disoriented, their vision spun and they couldn't focus on anything besides the unrelenting stream of stomach contents pouring out of them, their abdominal muscles hurting mercilessly as they writhed, forcing more and more up. 

         B wasn't sure about what they were going to do as they reached out, gently landing a hand on A's slumped. back. They winced, startled by the sudden cold touch on their bare skin, and B pulled back, feeling the exact opposite.

         A whimpered as the ongoing stream thinned out, leaving them gagging graphically as the nausea refused to let up. They mumbled something unintelligible, their pupils peeking from the corners of their eyes, behind a curtain of matted hair dripping with sweat. Dense ropes of slimy vomit hung from their lips, their chin still coated with lumps that dragged down to their neck. They looked absolutely miserable, still dazed from the raging fever, but aware enough to start sobbing again, seeing the huge mess they had made.

         “No, no, no… it's okay”, B approached them carefully this time, using just their arms to hold A as their entire torso glistened with vomit.

         A whimpered miserably, shaking still, their hands completely covered in what looked like clumps of bread, bits of lettuce, and tomatoes, all tinged a sickly orange of last night's soup. They were so tempted to just flick them off but knew that once they started moving, it would be impossible to make them stop. B noticed and immediately brought out a towel, wrapping it around A's hands while shushing them.

         “It's okay, it's okay. No panicking. It's just a bit of vomit”, they reassured, wiping their hands while knowing very well it wasn't just a bit.

         A responded with a short burp and more wailing, their head dropping forward as nausea and fever still lingered, making them feel as if they were being constantly spun around. The very feeling of spinning on a chair then suddenly stopping, their shoulders locked as they anticipated the feeling, but it never came, instead, it kept swirling inside their belly. 

         “B…”, they murmured, the first whole word they were able to utter and it was their friend's name, in such a pitiful voice B bit their lip, trying to not cry too. "Gon…na..– mmmguh… again…"

         It was all they could muster before a harsh gag brought the taste of rot and acid to their tongue.

         “There's a bucket on the floor”, B blurted out and sat on their knees as they guided A to lean over the side of the bed. It was completely useless to try and use it now, but none of the two were thinking right.

         ”Gonna… fall…”, A mumbled, nausea slurring their words together. The fear of heights dawned on them as the gray carpet on the floor inched closer. They could faint just like that, but B held them firmly, one hand around their waist, still trying not to let themselves touch. When they spoke again, there was a clear alarm in their voice. “B, I'm gonna fall!”

         “You're not going to fall. I'm holding you, see? I've got you”, B promised, pulling them just slightly closer for confirmation. A trickle of saliva escaped A's lips, their half-lidded eyes lazily moving around. “Try to aim for the bucket, okay?”

         A nodded weakly, and leaned in forward with the help of B, parting their lips as they anticipated the uncomfortable heave of their stomach. They did their best to aim, but at that angle, it was nearly impossible not to miss.

         They clenched their eyes shut as they burped up a waterfall of now watered-down soup, remnants of the sickly sweet carrot porridge B had cooked for them still clinging to their palate.

         They gagged as the ongoing stream brought up more of the sandwich A had forced down, now in thick lumps incorporated into the mixture. They had to resist the urge to chew as vomit clogged their throat. Most of it had fallen by the side of the bucket rather than in it, but a small portion hit the bottom with a sickening splatter.

         “Shh… there you go”, B encouraged, rubbing up and down their back. “It's okay, just get it all out.”

         A mustered a final voluminous wave of thick orangish puke, missing the bucket by a lot as their eyes remained closed, but at least it was out of their system, and on their carpeted floor. They kept gagging over the mess, sure they were finally empty, their belly visibly deflated like it had been crushed.

         “You got… most of it. It's something, hah”, B attempted a little humor, but A just let out a miserable, letting themselves fall into B's chest. “D-Don't! Ah… sorry, I'm a little dirty.”

         “It's my fault anyway…”, A cried out, unphased by the sensation of B's skin sticking to them.

         “Shh…”, B rubbed their arm up and down, trying to support their shivering friend the best they could. “Take your time… We'll move to the shower whenever you're ready.”

         “Y-Yeah… Good idea”, A thanked weakly, closing their arms, and just trying to focus on B's cool breathing above them. It was hard not to fall asleep like that. 

#novemetober 22 #novemetober 2022 #nov(emeto)ber 2022 #emeto #vomiting #tw vomit #sickfic prompts #tw emeto #tw vomiting #fever whump #fever dream #high fever #A as character name #B as character name #A and B #nameless characters #nameless whump #nameless sickfic #nb sickie #nb character #read as whatever you want #can be read as platonic or romantic #lotsa emeto here #dana//emeto fic #my writing

[wetsnifflesneeze]

so this is where my brain is today

imagine having a sickie in your arms, all cozy with a blanket over both of you and you’re holding a book and reading to them while every now and then the book gets sprayed by their helpless sneezes. pyjamas, the blanket, and tissues may be used to clean up the snot from their nose afterwards

or, if you prefer, imagine you are the sickie and feeling the comfort of having your partner close to you and taking care of you not caring that you’re contagious.. feeling that tickle building in your nose but knowing you can just release it

#coldfucker #snzfucker #contagion #messfucker #snz kink #cold sneezes #a and b #snez #snz #snzblr #spray sneezes

[edward-lygma-ballz]

my favorite ship dynamic is the one who puts thier whole budussy into Just Dance and the one who sits on the couch barely moves at all but still wins.

#ship dynamics #ship dymanics #a and b

[milkystyx]

I just think that character a telling character b (who does not do great with emotions and vulnerability) “you are so easy to love” is wonderful

#fandom #fic writing #headcanon #fandom ships #a and b #person a and person b #see I’m specifically thinking of #sonadow #but this applies to many people

[deceitfulmelvinator]

YES I use my art software for my physics. hush.

#a and b

[silentsneezes]

person A is teetering on the edge of a sneeze, or sneeze fit. they can tell that it’s going to be big. they look around, nostrils flaring small, hitching breaths catching in their chest. a classmate looks over. A tries to give their classmate a small smile, but just manages a twitch of the nose.

“GhHRSCHXT!”

shit. snot shoots everywhere, coating the inside of their black cotton mask. they feel as the eyes of their classmates bore into them. a few people bless them. another snickers.

a few seconds pass before A feels a pat on the back. it’s their s/o, B, looking sympathetically at the growing wet splotch on A’s mask. A sniffles wetly, reigniting the itch. before they can help it, another wet sneeze tears through them.

“hehHRK’TSCHIWw!”

their hand instinctively goes to cover their nose, but their mask catches the mess instead. it’s thick and wet against their trembling nose.

they sigh with releif when the bell rings and chairs start scraping. B grabs their arm and gently (or not so gently- A whines about B’s grip) leads them to the nearest bathroom. locking the door, B pulls out a travel pack of tissues and a clean mask.

turning their back to B, A pulls down their mask. mess is strung from the soaked cotton mask to their pink nose. their nostrils tremble as the cold air dances along the inside of the itchy appendage. the reaction is innevetable.

a messy, chest heaving, spraying sneeze tears through A, spraying the mirror in front of them as well as their hands. petrified, A looks up to see the delicate spray splattered along the mirror. next, they notice the mess on their hands. fuck it.

they take a deep breath, allowing the air to burn their allergic nose. they indulge their trembling nose.

there’s a moment of buildup. B watches as A’s chest rises and falls, desperate hitching breaths getting shorter and shorter. their eyebrows scrunched, mouth hanging open, completely subdued to the fit.

“AHSXH! HEH’PTSCHHEW! KTSCXHX! HIh? p’TSCHFDEW!”

sneeze after sneeze escapes them. their soggy mask lays forgotten on the floor. A sneezes until their nose is finally content, hands dripping with the mess they splattered everywhere. B is dumbstruck. they pull out a few tissues and gently start cleaning A up, whispering blessyous and the occassional, “goodness gracious. you sure put on a show, love.”

A and B forget about the rest of their afternoon classes, instead choosing to go home and tend to A’s sensitive nose.

#sneeze kink #sneeze blog #sneezefucker #sneeze scenario #fanfic #sneezefic #allergies #a and b #snzblr