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Decided to make my own list of asks just for funsies in case anyone is interested. Feel free to send any :)

⏰ How long have you had the kink?

🫣 Have you ever done anything embarrassing because of the kink?

👃🏻What is your favorite word to describe a tickle?

🧠 What’s a fantasy you have in regards to it? (Can be spicy or not)

📺 Is there a movie or show that either awakened you or makes you cringe because of a specific scene?

🚫 Least favorite thing about the kink??

🗣 Have you/Would you ever tell anyone about it?

🤧 Favorite word to describe a sniffle?

💕 Have you seen your fave celeb sneeze?

⚖️ ___ or ____? Why?

🦠 What are your feelings about being around sick people?

🎼 Do any songs remind you of the kink?

🥫What is the best soup for a sick day?

📘 Did you all bookmark chapters where people sneezed or am I weird?

🫱🏽‍🫲🏻 Shoutout another blog or two that you think your followers would like!

⚔️ Is there a symptom you really DON’T like?

To test the extent of it, Person A sniffs something strong scented that wouldn’t normally affect them, like a scented candle. They feel fine, but the one they are tethered to, Person B, their nose twitches as they scrunch it up, feeling the scent fill their sinuses even though they’re standing away. They’re quick to hitch up to a sneeze, nose far more sensitive to scents

And—since they’re linked, after all, despite the scent not bothering them, that tickle in A’s nose suddenly surges at B’s sneeze, and they don’t even have time to react before they’re doubled over with an echoed sneeze, to their utter surprise 

person B has always been irritated by their nose during springtime and whenever they find themselves around a particularly floral perfume. flowers are pretty, but they drive B’s nose crazy

one thing, though, that drives B further up the wall than a bouquet of fluffy flowers is A’s presence in their life, something that has now become unavoidable after the curse

A pesters B, nags them, gets under their skin. they seem to enjoy being as grating as possible. they tease b about the curse, laugh at their sensitivity to certain sensations. B remembers the afternoon that A spent dragging their fingers across the back of their own neck, sending pinpricks down the back of B’s neck, keeping them from focusing on anything besides squirming in their chair. A seems almost amused by their ability to send such vivid sensations across B’s skin

fine, B thinks. maybe A wants a taste of their own medicine.

they seek out something they know will set them off. A likes to go on and on about how unbothered they are by being tethered together, how much fun they’re having. let’s see how fun this is

B takes a good, deep breath full of the strongest perfume they can sample. it’s some floral mix, rosy and lavender-y and nice if not extremely itch-inducing. they stand with tissues at the ready, prepared to weather out the storm

like clockwork, a sharp itch shoots through the back of B’s nose. they take another breath in of the sweet scent and pause as they try to hold back the sneeze, their eyes watering

also like clockwork, A can feel the tickle from wherever they are. they freeze as the tickle teases them and tears prick at the back of their eyes. come on, they urge silently. this itch is unlike anything they’ve ever felt. it’s deep and sharp and they can smell that it’s being caused by something flowery. they glance around for any assaulting object, but when nothing seems amiss they realize that this itch isn’t from their end of the tether

after a moment of futile sniffling, B can no longer hold back the impending fit. they release one sneeze at first, and so does A, who sighs in relief. but B knows that they’re not done, something A shortly realizes with dread

both their breaths catch, and they pitch forward with another sneeze. B is ready with tissues to catch their fit, while A is trying to find a place to step away to in order to sneeze for who-knows-how-long

B knows how long, and they gasp for air knowing full well that they’re not even close to being done. this was their plan, of course, and they’re ready to ride it through if it means teaching A a lesson

indeed, A has a much harder time navigating the allergy attack than B does. they’ve never sneezed like this before in their life. it’s one after the other: three, four, five, six… seven, eight, nine… they have trouble getting air into their lungs between- ten! eleven, oh gods twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, what the fuck is b doing jesus christ

B is smirking through the sneezes. each one brings little relief to the itch but a great boost to B’s ego. they can almost feel A’s distress, and they can certainly feel the way that A is squashing their hand against their nose to try and quell the itch. B takes another sniff of the perfume, sending another wave of itchiness through both of their noses. this time they pinch their fingers around their nostrils in an attempt to keep from sneezing. their eyes water and their sinuses burn and they can hardly breathe, but they know A feels the same. they take shallow breaths as they hold back on the next bout of sneezes, eyelids fluttering and nostrils flaring wildly against their fingers

A can tell that B is trying not to sneeze. they don’t know why, what’s going on, but they do know that the itch is blinding. they haven’t been able to see clearly for a couple minutes at this point. A’s nose is so itchy, and they know B’s is too. they can’t think about what B might be doing to cause this, though, because they’re so desperate to let the sneezes out. maybe there’s a reason B is keeping them back?

curses, who cares about the reason? not A, who right now only cares about relieving the itch. they lift their own shaky hand and trace a finger down their septum

B feels this, and it’s enough to push them past their threshold. they barely have time to pull a tissue against their nose before the sneezes are tearing through them, and A in turn. they sneeze for maybe a minute straight, gasp for air afterwards. B can feel that A was less prepared than they were, and can feel the mess leaking from their nose. B is sure the heat in their cheeks must be from A’s end of the tether

I’ve mentioned this in reblogs and sent in related asks to @whumptober before (only one or two of the asks were answered) but I have some serious issues with how Whumptober has been handled this year from an ableism perspective.

First of all, there were multiple prompts that were heavily tied to specific disabilities. The one I’m focusing on for this post is “Seizures” on day 7 because I have epilepsy, but I know day 7 also had “Silent Panic Attack” as a prompt and “Allergic Reaction” was another prompt off the top of my head. While the prompts are released ahead of time and the event allows you to start working on your prompts as soon as the prompts are released, Whumptober is still a daily writing challenge and the prompts are only released about a month in advance, giving people an average of 2 days to write a prompt if they’re aiming to be completionist. That is not enough time to handle these prompts with the respect they deserve, so these prompts should not be included.

I realize that by the time I brought it up it was too late to retract the prompts, but there was no encouragement to the participants to handle the topics properly in their fills, nor was there any indication that this will be taken into account when selecting prompts in the future. In fact the blog said multiple times that it was ok to be medically inaccurate, and while my ask with my opinion that you should be medically accurate when it comes to disability related prompts was answered and shared, there was far more encouragement to just write whatever you found fun with complete disregard for medical accuracy shared, and the conversation was shut down entirely soon after that ask was answered.

The blog they’ve been reblogging prompt fills to has not been taking into account possible ableism when reblogging fills. I read through almost all of the fills for the seizure prompt and there was only one fic that I remember being handled well (though I can’t remember which one off the top of my head and it was not one of the ones shared to @whumptober-archive). Also, a lot of people made gif sets to fill the seizures prompt, which is inherently, if unintentionally, ableist, as it treats seizures voyeuristically, romanticizing and trivializing the seriousness of seizures. One of these gif sets was reblogged to the archive blog and multiple ableist fics have been reblogged as well. I have asked for them to at least consider taking down the reblog and the more blatantly ableist fics, but have gotten no response on this and the reblogs are still there.

Check the comments. Someone had wrote “this sounds like a fetish post”

Set about 6 months into their relationship, just before they moved in together.

Cis men and minors DNI.

(Eddie is a transmasc butch who uses he/they pronouns and sees ghosts; Clem is a transfemme witch with a little apothecary shop who uses she/her pronouns. There aren’t any ghosts in this one but hopefully as we get into spooky season I’ll get to write something that’s has those fun vibes soon. You can read their other stories here.)

Fic below the cut.

delicate moment

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