#a and b

[frownyalfred]

using “Agent A” as Alfred’s code name and using “B” for Batman’s shortened name in the field suggests there’s a world where “Agent A” is shortened to “A” and everyone in Gotham and on the Watchtower is terrified of him. because they’ve met B. and if this is B??

[promptsbytaurie]

you don't have to do this but maybe some touch starved character B and character A who's love language is physical touch (if that makes sense)

my heart melts for that

of course!! sorry this took a while, it's been buzzing around in my brain forever !!

touch starved A + physical touch B

quotes:

"Is this okay?" "... Please."

"I just feel so empty and aching all the time and—are you hugging me?"

"What do you need?"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve this."

"Oh, love. Come here."

"They flinch away why I try and touch them but I see them hugging themselves when they're scared. I don't know how to help." "They'll come to you when they're ready."

"Can I have a hug?"

"Tell me whenever you get overwhelmed, okay?"

"Please, I promise I'll be better, please—" "I'm not going to hurt you, I swear."

prompts:

A is touch starved but B just thinks they don't like physical affection

5 times A flinched away from B's touch and one time they asked for it

The only touch A has ever had is violent—until B

A is the toughest, most resilient person B knows. It isn't until one vulnerable moment that B realizes how much A just needs to be held

A thinks they don't deserve to be touched and B works very hard to prove them wrong

B touches so casually (arms over shoulders, holding hands, hugging from behind) and A doesn't know how to handle it

more:

A - they feel guilty for not being able to give B what they want - feeling hollow, like their body is empty up to their skin - buzzing - electricity when they're touched - they both hate and love physical contact - emotionally drained - they shrink away from touch but they long for it from afar

B - they feel guilty for wanting something A can't give them - always repressing the urge to hug, hold, or even just touch A - can always tell when A wants it but won't give in to themselves - longing - prioritizes A's needs over their own - maybe doesn't allow themselves to feel alone too

i hope this helps!! thank you for the request, it was really fun to think about :]]]

[yeah-13]

I adore this kind ship dynamic

Also, was inspired by Throbb

[jjmorelikeotp]

Person A: wants to do the titanic pose while person B offers to throw person A overboard except it's not a prompt or typical AB trope, it actually happened

[tfpriests]

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A who keeps cute childhood photos of B on frames and pretty lockets people assume it’s just because they miss being a child and hanging out with them all the time

but no they just get turned on by B’s cute face,innocence and adorable body and they just wish they could go back in time to rip it all away from them:3

[ahtchew]

Done 1001 times I know I know, but. I am in fact a Halloween lover and witch, and could not responsibly let the holiday pass me by without an obligatory horny post about it. Scenario under the cut

It’s Halloween and A is so stoked and ready. They’ve had the house decorated since the beginning of August (much to B’s frustration), have been marathoning scary movies and cute kids cartoons alike, and have had their costume planned and sorted for weeks. This year is going to be so amazing! It’s the second year in this neighborhood, and last year they’d garnered the reputation for most decorated house and the one with the best candy. They have to live up to it! Cue their partner B, who is nowhere near as immersed or excited, but lovingly goes along with it for A. All the decorating (“It’s AUGUST, A!”), the planning, the movies. They’ll do this for their lover, just to see them happy.

But A woke up two days before Halloween still so exhausted and a little spacey. They’d brushed it off. After all, they can’t be getting sick right?…right? Not before their favorite holiday! No. B had noticed, sensing something wasn’t quite right, but A had brushed it off as a bad night’s sleep so they’d let it go.

The day before Halloween A started an itchy throat and nose, just a bit runny. Nothing they couldn’t (and didn’t) brush off as allergies. “You know I’m allergic to cinnamon! And it’s in everything and everywhere this time of year!��� they’d said to B while they were picking up yet another bag of candy to hand out. B had skeptically hummed and let it go, but kept a closer eye on their partner. Something was definitely off with A, but A is allergic to cinnamon and it is everywhere. Maybe they were worried for nothing. Regardless A kept their excitement and happiness about them (even as they felt more and more unwell, though they weren’t about to admit it to anyone, not even themself.)

The big day arrives and A…has definitely come down with a cold. There’s no way to brush this off as allergies. Their nose is so runny and sensitive and itchy, every little breath of air a small torture. It runs and drips constantly, and by the time they make it through their morning shower and get downstairs it’s already a stunning shade of pink. That’s not to mention the properly sore throat, the tickle that’s been bothering them the last two days having blossomed into pain now, nor the dull throb of their sinuses and how full their head feels, or the aches in their body. But it’s Halloween! They can’t be sick! They refuse to be!

So they go about their day with their streaming cold, trying to ignore it and enjoy their favorite holiday. They stifle so many sneezes once they start coming (and boy do they come, harsh fits of two and three at a time), wipe their nose until it’s a glowing red, and stubbornly put their costume on before B is due to show up.

When the doorbell rings, they muster as much energy as they can, desperate to pretend all is well and they definitely haven’t caught a monster of a cold. But it all falls apart when B lays eyes on them. For a second neither speaks, B just takes in their partner. A’s pale skin, bright red nose and dark eye bags, how exhausted they look, the quiet little sniffle and wheeze of their breathing. And then, before A can even attempt to brush off their concern and deny their cold, they sneeze. Rough and scraping and messy. They hadn’t had time to stifle, it just snuck up on them.

“Ah-AHTSHUU! Hih’tschuu! EsheEEW!”

A soupy sniffle follows.

“Oh baby,” B coos, sympathetic and concerned all at once. “I know the saying is “trick or treat”, but you didn’t need to trick yourself with such a nasty cold.” It’s a bad joke, but A smiles a little nonetheless. “Let’s get you inside okay? We can snuggle on the couch and watch your favorite movies.”

“Bud…bud the kids,” A tries to argue, sounding tired and profoundly congested. “I hab to hand out tghe candy.”

“We’ll put out a bowl, just this once. They’ll be fine. And besides, you don’t want to pass this cold to all of them do you?” Slowly, A shakes their head. “Alright then. Bowl of candy and cuddles it is. Now come on sweetheart, you look feverish.”

And even though they’re sick and they can’t celebrate how they want to, A can’t help but grin and snuggle into B’s side as they guide them back indoors. Maybe Halloween won’t be a total lost cause after all.

[sneezygiant]

So this is just an ' A and B ' story, except with names. I'll be using these names often, but the species, gender, personalities, and even perhaps appearances will change depending on the stories being told.

Arin will always be the giant, and for convenience they are purple in dialogue and pronouns (if needed)

Bailey will always be the smaller, and for convenience they are orange in dialogue and pronouns (if needed)

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"B-bailey...it...tuu-tuh..tickles..." Arin said through hitching breaths, eyes fluttering as they scrunched up their nose, as if trying to get away from Bailey's little fingers.

"I know it tickles, you idiot. It's why we don't go sticking our gigantic noses into trees. There are birds in trees" Bailey snapped back at their gigantic friend, who had a bird stuck up their right nostril.

Bailey was not happy about the position they had found themself in, starting to stick an arm deep into a gigantic nostril. All the way up to the shoulder... But it still wasn't enough. The bird was still waaay out of reach, and the giant was struggling to hold back yet another sneeze.

"mmm suuh..huuuh..hHhHh..uuhh r-rry...i-it whuu...hHhh...was so p-pretty..." Arin whimpered between needy hitches, their nose scrunched up even more, eyes fluttering unevenly before squeezing tightly closed, lips parting to reveal sharp fangs-

"Don't you dare!" Bailey squawks out desperately, trying to remove their arm as quickly as they could from Arin's nasal passage...but it was far too late.

"HhhHhHH! hiiiihhHH!...HAH! ...HaAH'DSHEEEIEW!" A handful of itchy hitches struggled their way out of the giant, before accumulating and exploding forward into a massive thundering sneeze. Poor Bailey was caught in the crossfire. Only have gotten their arm partially out of the ticking time bomb that was their friend's nose.

Bailey got the full force of the sneeze, little bit of spray and all. They had gotten flung a few yards away, hitting the ground hard with a groan. Taking in a deep breath, they lay there for a long moment. It was needed.

"Bailey!" Arin cried out in panic, pushing themself up out of their laying position with their arms, looking at Bailey in worry.

"are you ok? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! The bird just really really really tickles ... And your arm tickled... I'm sorry!"

Bailey didn't move from their spot, instead giving a soft sigh.

"Is the bird still in your nose, or did you sneeze it out?"

Arin paused, taking a moment to sniff at the air, before wrinkling up their nose.

"it's still in there...still tickles" Arin babbled, bringing up a massive hand to squish and rub at their nose, snuffling heartily.

Bailey groaned as they pushed themself back to their feet. Approaching Arin they took on an impatient demanding tone.

"lay back down, you oaf"

They waited for Arin to obey with their hands on their hips, and the giant quickly but carefully did so. Now that Arin was back laying on their stomach, Bailey wasted absolutely no time at all and took action.

Bailey stepped up to that massive nostril, and quickly hoisted themself in, making as mad as a dash as they could towards the bird. They knew they didn't have much time at all.

Arin shot up into a sitting position with a sharp, startled gasp, a hand instinctively going up to press against the underside of their nose. They had not been expecting Bailey to do that at all.

"mmuuuh..! Huuuuh! HHhhHhh! hhHhh..." Arin's breath started to hitch near instantly. Their eyes started to water, chin tilting up, lips parting, eyes then squinting shut.

Bailey was having a hard time keeping their balance, the nasal membrane around them trembled and spasmed. The large hitches pulling in an inhumane amount of air creating a Gale force that threatened to topple them forward. Bailey had to constantly straighten themself out and fix their footing to stay up right and moving. It didn't help that the nasal membrane was starting to leak due to all the irritation.

"just hold on a liiiiitle longer! I see it! Hold it back! Hold it back!" Bailey shouted, trying to run. They could see the bird, up close it was clear its little foot was caught in a nose hair.

"HHhhHHh! I-... c-...cUUUHHhhh! C- CAN'T!" Arin gasped out, tears leaking down their face. It felt as if their nose was on fire.

Bailey took a desperate dive, tackling the little bird- subsequently freeing it from the hair. They held the struggling bird in their hands, slipping in a tad further as their chest met the 'floor' of Arin's nose. Once they stopped their slide, they rolled onto their back and hugged the bird firmly to their chest, bracing themself. Just in time too.

"HHHHhhhHhhh! Hhh! HaaaHHhh! HAAh....HAH'DSHEEIEW'uuh..!....DSHEIIEW!"

It was like being in the middle of a hurricane. A Gale force wind whipped around before exploding outwards, shooting out of the giant's nose like a bullet. Bailey landed on the ground with a wet splat. They had fallen on their back, exhaustedly releasing the soaked bird. The poor animal taking its chance to quickly hop away.

With a groan Bailey looked up at Arin, so dazed their vision was blurrily doubled. Seeing two giants before they clashed back into one being.

Arin snuffled, feeling their sinuses prickle once more. They wrinkled up their nose, taking in a deep sniff, before their mouth went slack.

"Huuuh! UuUuhhh...huuuUUuuHHhh ..." They gasped out , eyes closing and chin lifting before-

" HUHRSHHHOO!" Arin sneezed one final sneeze, taking a couple long moments to snurfle and sniff before noticing Bailey still laying prone on the ground.

Arin gave a gasp, getting on their hands and knees, crawling over until they loomed over Bailey. Looking them up and down worriedly, afraid to touch.

"are you ok?!" Arin basically shouted, causing Bailey to flinch slightly.

"I will be if you keep your nose out of trees" Bailey responded a tad bitterly.

[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."

[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

[promptsbytaurie]

thrilled you're back mate!! would you be willing to make another meet cute list? :3

thank you!! and of course, i love making meet cutes, they're always so fun!!

31 (MORE) meet-cute prompts

you're the school captains of two wildly different sports team who have to participate in pep rally together

you have the same name spelled different ways

you're the neighbor who kills every plant and they're the plant parent of the building

they work the same midnight security shift as you at the mall

your parents really want you to be friends

they're the dirt bike champion and you're a rookie

you're a famous singer and they genuinely have no idea who you are

you have a mutual ex

you're a librarian and they're the professor who keeps leaving little notes in the books

they have a username you really really want

you're a model and they're a fan who shows up to all of your shows and keeps distracting you because damn

they're presenting an award you won and you forget your cue because damn

they're your uber driver and you aren't on your phone the whole hour long ride because they're actually really funny and sweet

you have extremely obvious hybrid traits and they're the first person to greet you with a genuine smile on their face

you're the two people who always carry group assignments and you're paired together for a project

they've recently acquired a large sum of money and hired you as their financial advisor

you're cosplaying the same character at a convention and you get into a fight over a famous plot twist

you're cosplaying at a convention and they're dressed up as your character's love interest

you have the same obnoxious upstairs neighbor

they find you in the middle of changing between your vigilante outfit and your civilian getup

they accidentally took your laundry and showed up to your door sheepishly holding a basket

you’re both hackers trying to pull completely different april fools jokes on the same website

you're both running for student body president as sworn enemies until a NEW, nasty candidate enters the race and you put aside your differences to kick their ass

you don't know that your cats look the exact same so you maybe sort of accuse them of stealing your cat. but you offer lunch on you as an apology

they're your colleague and they teach a class that you hated when you took it. they make it their personal mission to get you to love them the class

you live and work at a small seaside town and they're the college student that comes back every summer

you were both accidentally scheduled for the same interview time

they're the cashier watching as you load six boxes of dinosaur chicken nuggets and two cans of cream soda coke onto the conveyor belt

the flight is almost done boarding and the seat next to you is empty. they are the last person to board and they sit next to you

your roommates abandoned you both to go out partying and neither of you wants to deal with them when they're hungover

they're a cute barista and you keep coming back even though the coffees they make taste like shit

[tracklessreason]

I hereby pitch the "Love You How You Like It" trope.

Aka, shenanigans ensue because the carefree/flirtatious character A's earnest attempts at starting a relationship are thwarted by the serious character B's inability to tell that they're being serious.

The reason for the name, is the catch 22 created by this scenario. In order to get B to understand it's not a joke, A would have to force themselves to act in a way that is unnatural to them, trying to be serious and cut out all their usual playful behaviors. This would make them completely different than the person B fell in love with, thus making yet another failed attempt.

A doesn't know how to love B the way they want to be loved. B doesn't think A actually cares, because they don't understand the way A loves.

Hence, "Love You How You Like It"!

Thanks for listening to my Ted X talk.

[pome-seed]

She smiled woefully, the shadows of early grief setting in. “We don’t have time.” She whispered, tears pricking at her eyes.

He stared at her, her brows knitting together as he watched the realization set in of what they’d lost, yet never had. “Don’t-“

“We don’t have time.” She repeated, warm tears staining her numb cheeks. His fingers pressed bruises into her knuckles, drying blood smearing between their hands. The air around them charged with the tormented guilt they both felt at what was wasted.

What they grasped at for so long. What they would never have.

“I thought we’d have time.”

•••

Another case of right person, not enough time.

[sketchy-fool]

Couple trope

[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.”

[pedrasacorn]

Character A: “Hey B?”

B turning around to face A: “What?”

A slowly removes bloody hand from their side: “I’m fine but I think I got stabbed a little.”

B runs to catch A as they pass out from blood loss