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[writingforfishes]

I am SO VERY WHITE, tho! And this is actually super helpful to point out. /gen

I actually considered saying he was Chinese and Filipino (that actor's really fucking cool, btw) but I caved to the easier description figuring it was descriptive enough for this white-centric disaster world.

White J3wish* potato grapples with overgeneralized descriptors of ethnicity!

But, yeah, I live for the spit-take reactions to my writing.

And learning shit.

Hicvember: Pirate and Silent

Writing this in the post to force me to make this fic smaller than it threatens to be in my head.

Have I just watched 4 Youtube videos about pirates in preparation for Otto's trivia knowledge of rovers and privateers? Yes.

Here's to condensing my ramble!

Spoiler alert: It didn't work. My ramble is not condensed.

CW:

Unsolicited pirate trivia

Painful hiccups (ultimately)

C@rds Against Hum@nity level triggers

Waffle House

Drunkenness (mentioned: past)

Reactions to info-dumping

Otto being neurodivergent loudly

Jon being neurodivergent compatibly

Old people playing C@H

Old person joke

Me attempting to represent silent hiccups the best I know how

Margie and Cindy being the House Party Lesbians, confirmed cannon

Game night shenanigans

Mark is the token straight white cis male

This took embarrassing long to write, fuck

All that had been asked of Otto was why he brought hot cocoa to the pirate themed party Margie and Cindy were holding for Talk Like a Pirate Day game night. The next thing everyone knew Otto was talking about how pirate treasure was less often gold, unless it was Spanish coins, than it was tobacco, cocoa, and spices.

Then he got started on tricorn hats and how pirate hats were more often slouch hats or knit caps. As he ate chips and drank the hot chocolate which prefaced this, he also described other popular misconceptions.

Atticus had taken the toy musket out of their plastic scabbard and started bonking it on the heads of Mark, Ralph, and Jon (Ralph's husband who also worked at the department with them). Mark used his sword to parry against Atticus' musket a few times before it threatened to knock something over and they both withheld the spar for the sake of Margie and Cindy's breakables.

Otto wasn't fazed by the play fight as he lost himself in all of the things he knew about pirates and pirate culture from the late 1600's through the golden age and after into popular culture.

Cindy, who was dressed in a magnificent outfit utilizing her talents from her drag show days as well as her fabulous costume closet from previous years of Halloweens and Ren Fairs (which Margie participated in to increase business for her apothecary and tea shop), leaned over to Atticus from her position on the couch next to them.

"He's just gonna keep going isn't he?" she whispered in the writer's ear.

"Oh yeah," Atty said as they pushed around the cards from their hand. C@rds Against Hum@nity was languishing under Otto's wealth of knowledge. "Not a lot can stop him once he starts info-dumping. I know way more about zithers than I ever needed to know. And ships. And pigeons, for some reason..."

Cindy snorted and sat back in acceptance of the impromptu lecture and hoped the non-alcoholic rum tricked her brain into thinking she was at least a little tipsy.

"But!" Otto said with a grin. He'd stood up from his position next to Atticus on the couch as he'd gotten the hot cocoa and now stayed standing in front of his very patient audience.

"Having a par--parrot or m--mo--monkey on," he paused as his neck contracted two more times in a row and he put a hand to his chest, "onboar--d is some--someth--ing the mov--ies got--got riIGHt. Oof."

"Oh, thank god, he has the hiccups," Atticus heard Cindy whisper to herself and, beyond how aroused they suddenly were, they found the statement humorous.

"Aw, Otto, come and sit back down and I'll get you some water, hm?" Cindy said as she stood.

Atticus caught Margie startling awake as Cindy moved out of their eyeline to see her. Atty covered their mouth to prevent a laugh from escaping.

"Wait, so they actually had pets on pirate ships!?" Jon said, following Otto's form as he sat down next to Atticus who immediately started rubbing his back.

"Sweetie...no...please," Ralph implored to his partner.

"What?" the Asian man said, oblivious to everyone else's reaction to Otto's monologue. "This is really interesting!...what?"

"I just asked why Otto brought hot cocoa..." Mark said, in a bit of a daze from the experience.

"They a--lso sm--oked tobac--ac--acco from long--pipes! Not en--enough rep--represen--tation of that in--in the movies i--f you--y--you ask m--e. Shit," Otto said and caught his breath from hiccups that, while silent, were on the deeper side.

"See now?" Jon said. "That's interesting as hell. They totally should depict pirates with pipes! Missed opportunity with that! Though...I guess Disn3y wouldn't really be able to sell toy pipes in the stores, huh? Bubble pipes in Pirates of the C@ribbean wouldn't have had the same ambience..."

Everyone chuckled a little at that, including Otto who ended up jerking again with those powerful silent hiccups. Atticus leaned into his side and Otto pulled an arm around them so they could feel his body closer.

"Thanks," the clock maker said as Cindy handed him a water. It might not cure him, but he'd definitely gotten a dry throat from talking so much and his hiccups weren't helping with that.

The rest of the game Otto was less talkative. Atticus had become much more attentive to him. Cindy had, instead, started garnering more attention from the rest of the gang. It was natural for her to gravitate to the spotlight. She thrived in making people laugh and entertaining.

But laughing at Cindy's wit was making Otto's hiccups all the worse. Still, they never made a sound. In some ways, that was good. It wasn't disruptive. But in others, his body was subjected to the full power of his hiccups with no release valve of sound to take some of the pressure off. And no matter how wide he let his mouth hang open, the hiccups still remained internal and silent.

Atticus noticed he'd started grunting after each hiccup. They were soft sounds, but Atticus was so close they could hear them clearly. In some ways it increased their arousal tenfold to hear the little moans and hums of reaction. But in other ways they worried about Otto's comfort level. His facial expression was tight, though he was putting a good effort into being present and open with interactions.

When he finally won a round, it was up to him to recite the next card. He sighed when it was a two-card required answer. He'd also have to read everyone's played cards in the blanks.

He took a breath, not that it helped.

"L--ifetime pr--esents bl--b--lank: the St----ORy of--blank!" Otto said with a sigh.

The hiccups had been going on for only a few minutes now, but they were already starting to hurt. Otto bounced next to Atticus with a hand on the back of his neck.

The writer had asked if he was okay, and he just nodded with a smile.

Atticus put down two cards and Cindy followed suit, her hand crossing their lap to land on Otto's knee.

"Do you need anything, hon?" she said, southern accent always breaking out a little when she spoke words of care to someone.

Otto shook his head no and waved his hand. But Atticus spoke up.

"Do you keep apple cider vinegar in the house?" they asked.

"Yeah," Margie said. "I'll go get it."

The former bartender put down her two cards and made her way to the kitchen.

Soon, all of their friends had put down their picks. Mark looked especially mischievous about his. He wore his eyepatch flipped up after Otto had said there was no evidence that pirates necessarily wore eyepatches, at least not to see better in the dark as was the common misbelief.

Stubbornly, Otto wrangled all the cards and started reciting them before Margie came back with the vinegar, which would hopefully ease his hiccups.

"Lifet--time," he bounced two times in the middle of the reading, putting a fist over his mouth, "Sorry. Lifetime--present--s 'Pu--puberty: the St--S--Story of--a sad han--djob,' Ha! Cle--ver! Not tr--ue though." He grinned impishly.

He flipped over the next set and started abbreviating the card a little to make it shorter, "CaARnies: the Stor--y of the pro--profound--ly hand--icapped!"

Otto covered his mouth and shook his head.

"That's so bad," Atticus muttered with a snort.

No one fessed up.

"Doin' i--it in the b--utt: the..." he laughed with a wince at the rest, "the StORy of--a--all this bl--blood!"

There were guffaws and 'ews' in response. Again, no one fessed up.

"Wh--ite privile--ge," Otto started, and paused to hiccup a couple of times soundlessly before, "the Story of N--ot giving--giving a sh--it about the Th--ird World!"

"Ooh," Ralph said.

"Too true," Jon replied.

"Scrotum ti--tickling," Otto read and shook his head. He covered his eyes for a second when he read the second part, "the Story o--o--of, damn. The Stor--y of the bONErs of--of the elderly."

More laughter and the clock maker narrowed his eyes.

"As the--" Otto started, and bounced with two more hiccups, "oldest per--person here, I f--I'm feel--ing per--sonally attacked!"

"They were throw-away cards!" Jon exclaimed to more laughter.

Otto just shook his finger at him with the same narrowed eyes and shook his head. He then took a breath as he finally got to the last one, not knowing it would fell him completely.

He scanned the cards and broke down laughing. It was too much. He pointed at Mark accusingly between laughter and hiccups choking him. Everyone else was a bit confused.

"Atti--At--At--ty," Otto managed between laughing and rapid-fire hiccups. He slid the cards to them.

"O...kay," Atticus said watching Mark's grin suspiciously. "Lifetime presents 'Not wearing pants: the Story of Waking up half-naked Denny's parking lot'"

Otto just laughed harder, and Mark's smile grew to joker sized proportions.

"I--t wa--s a Wa--Waffle H--ouse, you a--ss!" Otto managed.

Cindy guffawed at that admission and soon all of them were giggling and chuckling to varying degrees.

Otto's hiccups had been fueled by his laughter as he winced at the rapidness they'd gained.

"Fuck!" he slipped in the middle of recovering.

"Mark, man, I think you killed him!" Ralph said, wide smile penetrating the dark skin of his face.

Mark's face had gone as red as nodded, laughing.

"He said...he told me he woke up and was just...fucking covered in syrup. And...what was it?"

"Mush--mush--roo--ms!" Otto managed as Atticus shoved the apple cider vinegar into his hand.

It wasn't even that they wanted Otto to get rid of his hiccups for his own well-being at this point. If Otto hiccuped any faster and his body spasmed any more seductively they might orgasm right there. Fortunately, everyone else was so preoccupied with the laughter and imagery they didn't notice how sweaty and red Atticus had gotten.

"Mushrooms! Right! Sliced mushrooms! And...and when the police asked him why he had mushrooms all over him next to the dumpster in the back of a Waffle House he said....he sa...he said I guess...I guess I got capped!" Mark shouted.

The detective remembered Otto sharing the story when Mark was feeling bad about getting drunk that one night. Otto thought it would make the detective feel better to compare his own experiences with drunkenness. Needless to say, it did. They couldn't pass by a Waffle House after that without Mark cackling and warning Otto not to get himself capped again.

"I...don't get it," Margie admitted.

Ralph, cackling wildly now, explained, "When you order hashbrowns at Waffle House you can order them smothered or covered, which is like cheese, and capped is code for adding mushrooms! Ha! Oh man! That's great, dude."

Cindy was crying with laughter, now. And Jon, who hadn't understood until it was explained either, laughed anew.

"Oh my gosh!" Margie said, covering her mouth, amused.

Atticus was laughing, too, but more performatively. Holy crap, it was hot. They took off their bandana from their head to fan themselves hoping it would look like they were just sweating from the amusement.

Fortunately, Otto's hiccups stopped nearly immediately after he gulped down the apple cider vinegar.

"I told you that in confidence, man!" Otto said, but jokingly.

Mark unanimously won that round.

As Otto was driving him and Atticus home Atty checked in on him.

"You sore?" they asked casually.

"Yeah, a little," he confirmed. "Also...umm...I have to admit something."

"Oh?"

"I...sort of put off curing my hiccups because it was kind of hot watching you struggle and...um...you were really cute so...sorry," Otto said and pursed his lips.

"...asshole," Atticus said after a pause and laughed. "I was wondering why you endured it for so long! I could tell it was hurting!"

"Yeah, being sober means trying to find thrill in more...inventive ways," he said sheepishly.

"Yeah, I guess getting capped behind a Waffle House isn't an option anymore, huh?" Atticus said with a smirk.

Otto threw his head back and laughed again.

"Listen," he said between chuckles, "when most of the stories after blacking out turned out pretty dire and dangerous the ones like that are at least ones I can look back on knowing I didn't hurt anyone or...anything. But trust me when I say I am delighted the most salacious stories I have now are getting my spouse aroused by a fit of hiccups in the middle of a game of C@rds againt Hum@nity at a pirate themed party after I bored everyone to tears with my...I really know too damn much about pirates..."

"Naah," Atticus said with a wave of their hand. "It wasn't that boring."

Otto gave them a side-eye.

"Jon liked it..." they said attempting to save the conversation.

"Yeah," Otto said, "he did. Maybe I should hang out with Jon more. Someone who appreciates my vast knowledge of history and culture."

"Mm. I could loan you out once a week," they said with a shrug.

Otto gasped, his mouth open in shock.

"I'm kidding!" Atticus insisted. "Two times a month."

"You're so mean," Otto groused unconvincingly.

"I know," Atty said.

"...can I have a massage when we get home?" Otto asked.

"Of course," they said with a grin.

[writingforfishes]

Hicvember: Pirate and Silent

Writing this in the post to force me to make this fic smaller than it threatens to be in my head.

Have I just watched 4 Youtube videos about pirates in preparation for Otto's trivia knowledge of rovers and privateers? Yes.

Here's to condensing my ramble!

Spoiler alert: It didn't work. My ramble is not condensed.

Did a wee correction. Jon is Filipino-Chinese.

CW:

Unsolicited pirate trivia

Painful hiccups (ultimately)

C@rds Against Hum@nity level triggers

Waffle House

Drunkenness (mentioned: past)

Reactions to info-dumping

Otto being neurodivergent loudly

Jon being neurodivergent compatibly

Old people playing C@H

Old person joke

Me attempting to represent silent hiccups the best I know how

Margie and Cindy being the House Party Lesbians, confirmed cannon

Game night shenanigans

Mark is the token straight white cis male

This took embarrassing long to write, fuck

All that had been asked of Otto was why he brought hot cocoa to the pirate themed party Margie and Cindy were holding for Talk Like a Pirate Day game night. The next thing everyone knew Otto was talking about how pirate treasure was less often gold, unless it was Spanish coins, than it was tobacco, cocoa, and spices.

Then he got started on tricorn hats and how pirate hats were more often slouch hats or knit caps. As he ate chips and drank the hot chocolate which prefaced this, he also described other popular misconceptions.

Atticus had taken the toy musket out of their plastic scabbard and started bonking it on the heads of Mark, Ralph, and Jon (Ralph's husband who also worked at the department with them). Mark used his sword to parry against Atticus' musket a few times before it threatened to knock something over and they both withheld the spar for the sake of Margie and Cindy's breakables.

Otto wasn't fazed by the play fight as he lost himself in all of the things he knew about pirates and pirate culture from the late 1600's through the golden age and after into popular culture.

Cindy, who was dressed in a magnificent outfit utilizing her talents from her drag show days as well as her fabulous costume closet from previous years of Halloweens and Ren Fairs (which Margie participated in to increase business for her apothecary and tea shop), leaned over to Atticus from her position on the couch next to them.

"He's just gonna keep going isn't he?" she whispered in the writer's ear.

"Oh yeah," Atty said as they pushed around the cards from their hand. C@rds Against Hum@nity was languishing under Otto's wealth of knowledge. "Not a lot can stop him once he starts info-dumping. I know way more about zithers than I ever needed to know. And ships. And pigeons, for some reason..."

Cindy snorted and sat back in acceptance of the impromptu lecture and hoped the non-alcoholic rum tricked her brain into thinking she was at least a little tipsy.

"But!" Otto said with a grin. He'd stood up from his position next to Atticus on the couch as he'd gotten the hot cocoa and now stayed standing in front of his very patient audience.

"Having a par--parrot or m--mo--monkey on," he paused as his neck contracted two more times in a row and he put a hand to his chest, "onboar--d is some--someth--ing the mov--ies got--got riIGHt. Oof."

"Oh, thank god, he has the hiccups," Atticus heard Cindy whisper to herself and, beyond how aroused they suddenly were, they found the statement humorous.

"Aw, Otto, come and sit back down and I'll get you some water, hm?" Cindy said as she stood.

Atticus caught Margie startling awake as Cindy moved out of their eyeline to see her. Atty covered their mouth to prevent a laugh from escaping.

"Wait, so they actually had pets on pirate ships!?" Jon said, following Otto's form as he sat down next to Atticus who immediately started rubbing his back.

"Sweetie...no...please," Ralph implored to his partner.

"What?" the Filipino-Chinese man said, oblivious to everyone else's reaction to Otto's monologue. "This is really interesting!...what?"

"I just asked why Otto brought hot cocoa..." Mark said, in a bit of a daze from the experience.

"They a--lso sm--oked tobac--ac--acco from long--pipes! Not en--enough rep--represen--tation of that in--in the movies i--f you--y--you ask m--e. Shit," Otto said and caught his breath from hiccups that, while silent, were on the deeper side.

"See now?" Jon said. "That's interesting as hell. They totally should depict pirates with pipes! Missed opportunity with that! Though...I guess Disn3y wouldn't really be able to sell toy pipes in the stores, huh? Bubble pipes in Pirates of the C@ribbean wouldn't have had the same ambience..."

Everyone chuckled a little at that, including Otto who ended up jerking again with those powerful silent hiccups. Atticus leaned into his side and Otto pulled an arm around them so they could feel his body closer.

"Thanks," the clock maker said as Cindy handed him a water. It might not cure him, but he'd definitely gotten a dry throat from talking so much and his hiccups weren't helping with that.

The rest of the game Otto was less talkative. Atticus had become much more attentive to him. Cindy had, instead, started garnering more attention from the rest of the gang. It was natural for her to gravitate to the spotlight. She thrived in making people laugh and entertaining.

But laughing at Cindy's wit was making Otto's hiccups all the worse. Still, they never made a sound. In some ways, that was good. It wasn't disruptive. But in others, his body was subjected to the full power of his hiccups with no release valve of sound to take some of the pressure off. And no matter how wide he let his mouth hang open, the hiccups still remained internal and silent.

Atticus noticed he'd started grunting after each hiccup. They were soft sounds, but Atticus was so close they could hear them clearly. In some ways it increased their arousal tenfold to hear the little moans and hums of reaction. But in other ways they worried about Otto's comfort level. His facial expression was tight, though he was putting a good effort into being present and open with interactions.

When he finally won a round, it was up to him to recite the next card. He sighed when it was a two-card required answer. He'd also have to read everyone's played cards in the blanks.

He took a breath, not that it helped.

"L--ifetime pr--esents bl--b--lank: the St----ORy of--blank!" Otto said with a sigh.

The hiccups had been going on for only a few minutes now, but they were already starting to hurt. Otto bounced next to Atticus with a hand on the back of his neck.

The writer had asked if he was okay, and he just nodded with a smile.

Atticus put down two cards and Cindy followed suit, her hand crossing their lap to land on Otto's knee.

"Do you need anything, hon?" she said, southern accent always breaking out a little when she spoke words of care to someone.

Otto shook his head no and waved his hand. But Atticus spoke up.

"Do you keep apple cider vinegar in the house?" they asked.

"Yeah," Margie said. "I'll go get it."

The former bartender put down her two cards and made her way to the kitchen.

Soon, all of their friends had put down their picks. Mark looked especially mischievous about his. He wore his eyepatch flipped up after Otto had said there was no evidence that pirates necessarily wore eyepatches, at least not to see better in the dark as was the common misbelief.

Stubbornly, Otto wrangled all the cards and started reciting them before Margie came back with the vinegar, which would hopefully ease his hiccups.

"Lifet--time," he bounced two times in the middle of the reading, putting a fist over his mouth, "Sorry. Lifetime--present--s 'Pu--puberty: the St--S--Story of--a sad han--djob,' Ha! Cle--ver! Not tr--ue though." He grinned impishly.

He flipped over the next set and started abbreviating the card a little to make it shorter, "CaARnies: the Stor--y of the pro--profound--ly hand--icapped!"

Otto covered his mouth and shook his head.

"That's so bad," Atticus muttered with a snort.

No one fessed up.

"Doin' i--it in the b--utt: the..." he laughed with a wince at the rest, "the StORy of--a--all this bl--blood!"

There were guffaws and 'ews' in response. Again, no one fessed up.

"Wh--ite privile--ge," Otto started, and paused to hiccup a couple of times soundlessly before, "the Story of N--ot giving--giving a sh--it about the Th--ird World!"

"Ooh," Ralph said.

"Too true," Jon replied.

"Scrotum ti--tickling," Otto read and shook his head. He covered his eyes for a second when he read the second part, "the Story o--o--of, damn. The Stor--y of the bONErs of--of the elderly."

More laughter and the clock maker narrowed his eyes.

"As the--" Otto started, and bounced with two more hiccups, "oldest per--person here, I f--I'm feel--ing per--sonally attacked!"

"They were throw-away cards!" Jon exclaimed to more laughter.

Otto just shook his finger at him with the same narrowed eyes and shook his head. He then took a breath as he finally got to the last one, not knowing it would fell him completely.

He scanned the cards and broke down laughing. It was too much. He pointed at Mark accusingly between laughter and hiccups choking him. Everyone else was a bit confused.

"Atti--At--At--ty," Otto managed between laughing and rapid-fire hiccups. He slid the cards to them.

"O...kay," Atticus said watching Mark's grin suspiciously. "Lifetime presents 'Not wearing pants: the Story of Waking up half-naked Denny's parking lot'"

Otto just laughed harder, and Mark's smile grew to joker sized proportions.

"I--t wa--s a Wa--Waffle H--ouse, you a--ss!" Otto managed.

Cindy guffawed at that admission and soon all of them were giggling and chuckling to varying degrees.

Otto's hiccups had been fueled by his laughter as he winced at the rapidness they'd gained.

"Fuck!" he slipped in the middle of recovering.

"Mark, man, I think you killed him!" Ralph said, wide smile penetrating the dark skin of his face.

Mark's face had gone as red as nodded, laughing.

"He said...he told me he woke up and was just...fucking covered in syrup. And...what was it?"

"Mush--mush--roo--ms!" Otto managed as Atticus shoved the apple cider vinegar into his hand.

It wasn't even that they wanted Otto to get rid of his hiccups for his own well-being at this point. If Otto hiccuped any faster and his body spasmed any more seductively they might orgasm right there. Fortunately, everyone else was so preoccupied with the laughter and imagery they didn't notice how sweaty and red Atticus had gotten.

"Mushrooms! Right! Sliced mushrooms! And...and when the police asked him why he had mushrooms all over him next to the dumpster in the back of a Waffle House he said....he sa...he said I guess...I guess I got capped!" Mark shouted.

The detective remembered Otto sharing the story when Mark was feeling bad about getting drunk that one night. Otto thought it would make the detective feel better to compare his own experiences with drunkenness. Needless to say, it did. They couldn't pass by a Waffle House after that without Mark cackling and warning Otto not to get himself capped again.

"I...don't get it," Margie admitted.

Ralph, cackling wildly now, explained, "When you order hashbrowns at Waffle House you can order them smothered or covered, which is like cheese, and capped is code for adding mushrooms! Ha! Oh man! That's great, dude."

Cindy was crying with laughter, now. And Jon, who hadn't understood until it was explained either, laughed anew.

"Oh my gosh!" Margie said, covering her mouth, amused.

Atticus was laughing, too, but more performatively. Holy crap, it was hot. They took off their bandana from their head to fan themselves hoping it would look like they were just sweating from the amusement.

Fortunately, Otto's hiccups stopped nearly immediately after he gulped down the apple cider vinegar.

"I told you that in confidence, man!" Otto said, but jokingly.

Mark unanimously won that round.

As Otto was driving him and Atticus home Atty checked in on him.

"You sore?" they asked casually.

"Yeah, a little," he confirmed. "Also...umm...I have to admit something."

"Oh?"

"I...sort of put off curing my hiccups because it was kind of hot watching you struggle and...um...you were really cute so...sorry," Otto said and pursed his lips.

"...asshole," Atticus said after a pause and laughed. "I was wondering why you endured it for so long! I could tell it was hurting!"

"Yeah, being sober means trying to find thrill in more...inventive ways," he said sheepishly.

"Yeah, I guess getting capped behind a Waffle House isn't an option anymore, huh?" Atticus said with a smirk.

Otto threw his head back and laughed again.

"Listen," he said between chuckles, "when most of the stories after blacking out turned out pretty dire and dangerous the ones like that are at least ones I can look back on knowing I didn't hurt anyone or...anything. But trust me when I say I am delighted the most salacious stories I have now are getting my spouse aroused by a fit of hiccups in the middle of a game of C@rds againt Hum@nity at a pirate themed party after I bored everyone to tears with my...I really know too damn much about pirates..."

"Naah," Atticus said with a wave of their hand. "It wasn't that boring."

Otto gave them a side-eye.

"Jon liked it..." they said attempting to save the conversation.

"Yeah," Otto said, "he did. Maybe I should hang out with Jon more. Someone who appreciates my vast knowledge of history and culture."

"Mm. I could loan you out once a week," they said with a shrug.

Otto gasped, his mouth open in shock.

"I'm kidding!" Atticus insisted. "Two times a month."

"You're so mean," Otto groused unconvincingly.

"I know," Atty said.

"...can I have a massage when we get home?" Otto asked.

"Of course," they said with a grin.

[writingforfishes]

Hicvember: Fav Fandom and Anxiety

Another Gr1mm fic cause it still is my current favorite fandom to write hiccups for.

Fandom: Gr1mm Characters: M0nroe, Ros@lee, mention of N1ck Definitions/Lore: (reminder) Gr1mm-a person with the ability to see We5en when they don't want to be seen. Killers of We5en, historically. We5en-a person who has the "soul" of another creature/being. They can change forms with emotion (unseen by normal humans) or intentionally (seen by everyone) Inspired many fables from the Brother's Gr1mm, the namesake/family of those who have the ability to see them. Blutb@den-(singular: Blutb@d) The "Big Bad Wolf" Fuchsb@u- Fox-like We5en

CW:

pregnancy

anxiety hiccups

hunger hiccups

womb talk

unborn movement and hiccups

not hiccuping by the person pregnant

hiccups as a metaphor...again

grumpiness

very safe for work

not really kinky

Ros@lee slowly lowered herself onto the couch while putting the tea she’d made for herself on the side table. She had been on her feet for far too long for someone as heavily pregnant with triplets as she was.

It was her own doing. M0nroe had wanted to make dinner, but she knew he was frantically trying to make up a backlog of work. He’d gotten behind as he was preparing the house for the arrival of said triplets and accompanying Ros@lee to doctor’s appointments in addition to helping the local Gr1mm when he was needed.

Granted, N1ck had been very good about holding back on asking either of them for help until he had no other choice. In some ways this was a blessing, but Ros@lee knew M0nroe got something out of going on those cases with N1ck or helping him out. It was a double-edge sword for the clock maker not to have an outlet for his more animalistic We5en-centered energy.

He’d gotten so worked up he’d given himself a particularly feisty bout of hiccups. The apothecary could hear the sounds of them from his work bench as she sighed, propping her feet up on the coffee table as oven timer ticked from the kitchen.

The Blutb@d didn’t contract hiccups often but when he did it was a long and tiresome case. M0nroe’s hiccups tended to be induced by anxiety, forgetting to eat, or extreme frustration. Mostly, it was a combination with forgetting to eat being key to the hiccups’ arrival. Today, it was all three.

Cusses interspersed with hiccups came from the bench now. Ros@lee could hear shuffling and more cussing.

“Honey, why don’t you take a break? Come and have some tea with me in here while we wait for food to be ready?” Ros@lee asked hopefully.

“I ca-hup! can’t, dear! I huck’m! h—have to HULP’uh! finish this hu’up! this watch to—tomorrow,” he said as he struggled to say amid his current affliction. “Or I hmp! I have to re—reduce the hup!hnk! price hu’up! of the re-mk!-rep-hmk!-repair! Ugh!”

Oh, he had them bad. Ros@lee sighed as she rubbed her belly feeling the activity of life forming shape underneath the surface.

M0nroe’s reply had been a little sharp. She knew he wasn’t upset at her, but he was stressed and annoyed at his inability to focus. Perhaps, even, she considered, his hands weren’t steady with his hiccups jerking him around. She considered this with some compassion and let him be for a moment.

Then she felt a movement she specifically knew how to identify under her hand, and she got excited.

“M0nroe! C’mere!” she called.

“Are-hu’uh!-are you okay?” he said.

“Yeah-yeah, but you gotta come here, sweetie. Quick!” she said with a grin forming.

The vision of her husband at the end of the couch appeared and she couldn’t help but coo at his appearance. His eyes were dark underneath, and his hair was more disheveled than he usually ever let it get despite his curls.

He still had on his magnification glasses and held a very small pair of tweezers.

“Oh, sweetie. Did you even eat at all while I took a nap after the doctor’s visit this morning?” Ros@lee asked.

“Um hu’up!huck!” he answered absent mindedly rubbing his chest with the hand not holding the tool as he squinted his eyes in thought, wincing as another hard hiccup squeaked past his throat and threw his head back. “I gu-hi’imp! guess not. HILK!-ugh.”

“No wonder you’ve got the hiccups so bad. Come here. Sit beside me,” she insisted.

“Rosie, I’ve g-HU’UCK!uck!” M0nroe started to say when both the hiccups and Ros@lee interrupted him.

“I know but just sit beside me. Just for a second. I want you to feel something,” she insisted.

M0nroe hesitated through a couple more hiccups before sighing, taking his glasses off, and setting the tweezers down on the coffee table and he sat next to her. He’d already felt them moving, though it never got old to have confirmation of his future children’s existence as they gestated in his wife’s womb.

Now that he was sitting, Ros@lee could see how much M0nroe’s hiccups jostled him when they happened. She rubbed his back before wordlessly taking his hand and placing it where the sensation was the strongest.

“Do you feel that?” Ros@lee asked with a growing smile.

M0nroe frowned at the flutter he felt beneath his palm. He wasn’t familiar with the sensation. Kicking, he got. A body moving against his hands and fingers, a foot or hand pressing into his thumb, but this was different.

Ignoring the incessant spasms of his own diaphragm as it forced his muscles to contract painfully in his chest, he looked at Ros@lee.

“What hi’ilp! is th-hump’k!-that?” he asked.

Ros@lee grinned as she answered, “Hiccups.”

The Fucksb@u grinned even wider at M0nroe’s widening eyes. She felt his hand press down a little more then rub gently on the spot.

“They all get them pretty regularly these days,” she continued. “Sometimes all at once. Lemme tell you, three growing bodies hiccuping in staccato in my abdomen can be a little overwhelming at times. But they don’t usually last for too long.”

Ros@lee watched as M0nroe’s body continued to jerk as the flutters within her became a little more insistent. It was impossible to tell which of the three was hiccuping. They were having two boys and a girl, so the last ultrasound said. Whichever one was afflicted this time seemed to have them pretty decently.

“Is that no-herk!-normal for mk! them to b—e that fa-up!-ast?” M0nroe asked, as if his weren’t coming a mile a minute. Granted, the flutters were much faster.

Ros@lee nodded, “Yeah, they’re okay. Guess whoever this one is takes after his dad, huh?”

It was if it had just occurred to M0nroe that both he and his future child had the hiccups at the same time. Awe passed over his as his hand continued to caress the twitching form inside Ros@lee’s body. Ros@lee rubbed his shoulders with the same care M0nroe did on her belly.

For a moment the couple just sat there in the moment of emotion-filled repose.

“Th—they’re really hmk! really in th—ere, huh? We’re...mk!...we’re really go-hup!-gonna be parents.” he said softly.

“Yeah,” Ros@lee said. “We really are.”

M0nroe smiled. His eyes glistened with moisture. Ros@lee cooed again and put her hand against his face as he turned to her, jostling still with hiccups that seemed not to want to abate. Then M0nroe looked down again.

“It’s o—okay kiddo. HUP’K!-ugh!” he said, and laughed a little, throat tight in emotion. “They—they’ll stop hip! eventually. Papa’s here. MMK!”

“Mm,” Ros@lee said with a soft smile. “And papa needs to get something to eat because he’s grouchy and that’s why he has the hiccups so bad.”

M0nroe looked up, affronted. He sniffed a little and hiccuped again.

“I’m not huck!-not grouchy!” he said. Then he considered it, “Am I? Hulmpk!”

Ros@lee tilted her head at him.

“Yeah hip’k! I gues—guess I am. Hmk! Sorry,” he said. He kissed Ros@lee’s forehead and then bent down to kiss her stomach whispering ‘sorry’ again to the little hiccups fluttering inside.

“It’s okay,” Ros@lee reassured. “I know you’re just worried. The doctor reminding us how high-risk my pregnancy is today...I could tell it really got to you. It got to me, too.”

Moisture came back in M0nroe’s eyes as he nodded. He pulled her into a hug and Ros@lee let her body be embraced with a sigh. She could feel and hear how hard his hiccups pushed against his chest and body.

“Those sound painful,” she noted.

M0nroe shook his head on top of hers as he wiped tears away from his eyes.

“I’m okay h’puck!” he said as he winced.

“I hope so,” she said, leaning back to look at him. “Go eat something. Dinner’s not going to be done for another half-hour. It’s okay if you don’t get that watch done on time. Whoever it is will understand. And we can take the lesser pay. We’re fine. I need you to take care of yourself, Big Bad Wolf. Or Foxy Loxy is gonna be very upset.”

Ros@lee smirked as she teased him a little. It was only acceptable to bring up We5en fairytale counterparts if you were We5en.

“Hm,” M0nroe groused. “Is—is the sky falling hu’up! falling down al-huck!-ready?”

“Better not be. But if it is, we’ve been through worse. I love you,” she said, kissing him. “You and that big tender heart of yours.”

“I lo-UCK!...love-you-too,” he finished flatly with a roll of his eyes. “I’m go-hup!-going. I’m g-mmp!-going.”

Ros@lee watched as M0nroe ate an apple as he stood against the counter of the open kitchen. As predicted, his hiccups slowed to a stop. When she felt her stomach, whoever had been hiccuping before had stopped as well. She took a deep breath as she sipped her tea.

On days like this, she wished life was a little more predictable than it was. But at least she knew the hiccups always stopped eventually, M0nroe would never leave her side, and no matter what happened she would give the three forming souls inside her body the best chance at being alive.

[writingforfishes]

Hicvember: Throat

Gonna just write this wee hiclet in the post instead of a word processor.

Otto's hiccups cause a lot of neck movement, so he gets to be the hiccuper again. (Surprising, I know!)

CW:

body self-inspection

alluding to having been pleasured previous to story starting

alluding to a longer hiccup case than normal

mild pain from hiccuping, but nothing irregular

cutesy wootsey couple time

kisses!

neck focus (obviously)

Otto being the whole package when it comes to hiccups apparently

Atticus snorted in amusement as they walked out of the bathroom in their sleep shorts after a shower.

"What are you doing?" they asked with some humor as they patted their hair dry with the towel before tossing in the laundry hamper.

They both had just enjoyed another one of Otto's night hiccups fits. The case was hanging on after the fact. Otto and Atty had showered together (The writer had the joy of listening to his hiccups reverb in the restroom's acoustics).

Otto had taken a handheld mirror with him as he laid down, still shirtless, on the bed. He was holding it up with a look of concentration. His stomach still spasmed stubbornly, but he didn't seem too bothered with it. He was distracted.

"I'm hi'uck! watching my n--neck. Ulp!" he explained.

"Oh..." Atticus replied a little sheepishly. They found themselves smiling shyly even though Otto wasn't looking.

"I can--I can see everything hi'ulp! my body do-uck!-does exce-hept! my neck," he explained as casually as if he were explaining how the trains of a chiming clock worked in tandem to sync the time with the strikes and chimes.

Atticus sat next to Otto's reclined form on the edge of the bed. There they could see his body from above as he tilted his head up and down examining his neck's reflection in the mirror at every hiccup which sent his head back into the pillow he was on or his chin tucking in with a stronger spasm.

Atty put their hand on his chest and Otto instinctually covered it with his briefly in acknowledgement before reclaiming his hand to put at the base of where his clavicle bones met and formed the hollow that usually punched in when a hiccup happened.

When Otto hiccuped it was more than just a hollow, though. His hiccups sucked in not only the thin tissue of that part of his neck but around the tendons of his neck as well. Each hiccup pulled against the top of his collar bone making an indent across the base of his neck in addition to the hollow.

The clock makers neck was wide, too. The surface area his hiccups distorted was made even more impressive by the wideness. The bands in his neck suddenly appeared and disappeared with each hiccup. It was hypnotic in a way. At least Atticus thought so.

"Goes i--in deeper hi'ip! when I mmk! I hold them hulp! them in!" he commented. If I hip!hip'k!huck'nk!-uh, if I open my m-ou-th more hmp! it doesn't um hulp! doesn't go in as much. Hmk!"

"That's true," Atticus commented as they still sat next to him. They were rubbing his belly now. He'd had them for a while. Longer than average, at least.

"Is it hu'uck!up!-uh, normal for it t-hmp!-to go in that much?" he asked finally glancing up at his spouse.

"Um...well...I think so. But, man, you have some of the most reactive body movements I've ever seen for...hiccups." Atty said trying to ignore Otto's smile at their stutter. "Your neck, belly, even chest...I dunno if it's just because I'm seeing it in person and not over a bad quality video, but your body just...dude...it's so...hot. Ahem."

Otto was all-out grinning now, which was just rude.

"It ma-ik!-akes sense in--a--a way. Mm," he put a hand on his chest at those silent but harder hiccups. He finally lowered the mirror too. His arm was getting tired.

"What does?" Atticus said as they continued their ministrations on his trampolining belly.

"The first thing hup! that starts t-himpk!-to hurt when--when I have them bad? My thr-hock!-throat! Hu'UCK!" he said and then sighed after the last hiccup with a wincing swallow.

"Hm. I didn't know that. But now that you mention it, you have said your throat hurts. Or your neck. When they're faster you complain about your belly and back, though," Atticus said.

The writer rubbed his chest then and put a hand on his face at his jaw, rubbing a thumb along his short cut beard as Otto nodded thoughtfully at the observation. He looked like he was going to say something when a cluster of hiccups hit him and he drew in a hiss of breath as they ended, swallowing hard again.

"Apple cider vinegar and a glass of water?" they asked.

Otto smiled and nodded.

"Hey," Otto said before they walked away. They held lightly to their forearm. "Can I hu'uck! can I kiss you hulmpk! o--on the lips? Just a hup! a peck?"

Atticus smiled; eyes soft.

"Yup," they said.

They leaned down and the two of them touched lips softly. Atticus' bottom lip and mustache touched into the softness of Otto's larger lips. There was a click of the peck. And then, licking their lips, Atty bent down and kissed him again, barely getting to but chasing his lips when his head jolted with another hiccup.

"Ooh. I got an he'uck! extra one. Hmpk!" Otto said as he grinned.

"Cause you're so cute," Atty said, cheeks dimpling slightly with the smile.

As Atticus walked away, taking Otto's mirror to put it back into the bathroom they heard him say, "Ooh, they ca-aw-lled me cute! Hilp!"

Then he sighed happily, dramatically, the effect a little ruined by the squawking hiccup it inspired.

"Yep," Atticus said, nearly out the door, "You remain my favorite squeaky toy!"

They then zipped out before he could retort.

"I knew there was ha'ulp!hup! a catch!" he said to himself with a chuckle and shaking his head.

He heard a giggle, and he grinned all the more.

[writingforfishes]

His name was so hard for me to type cause it always went to "stand" with my fingers. His brother's name always went to "for". Like my fingers could not type their actual names without thinking about it real hard.

But I also blame the find and replace feature. I should've "matched case" when I did it.

Hicvember: 2+ and Induced (adjacently)

I'm cheating a little bit on this. I've actually had this story started since the 30th of October. That's not the cheating part. I noticed it indicates induction, but not directly. But I'm counting it!

Fandom: Gr4vity F4lls Featuring: F0rd, St4n, D1pper, M4bel, S0os, and Mel0dy

CW:

old men hiccuping

fast hiccups

hard hiccups

brothers hiccuping together

NOT TWINCEST!

children present briefly

childhood traumas mentioned

unconventional curing method?

hiccups being a metaphor and such

very safe for work

not really a hiccup kink fic if you look at it from the outside

no kinky bits at all

just old man twins getting the hiccups together like babies

F0rd and St4n had returned from the first year of their adventures on the St4n O’ War II. Much growth had been made between them. Many long (boring, as St4n would amend rolling his eyes) conversations had been shared between their discovery of more Cryptids. Many reflections were made. It was all very adult, and tears had been shed, not that St4n would admit to having emotions past the security of his loud personality.

Now they both settled back into their rooms in the Shack. When summer arrived D1pper and M4bel, both going on 14 now and full of horror stories of being teenagers, came to stay at the Shack as well forcing F0rd and St4n to share a room.

S0os had also moved in when St4n turned over ownership to him. M3lody had made the move to Gr4vity F4lls a month before St4n and F0rd had returned. It was a full house, to say the least. But there was some comfort in the extra bodies who inhabited the humble space, though St4n would never admit it. It felt like ‘family’. St4n cringed at the idea. ‘Family’ to him had never been a particularly positive experience.

This all being said, all six of the dwellers now crowded the kitchen. S0os was making breakfast for everyone as the older twins sat at the table. St4n was reading a physical newspaper, the funnies, while F0rd scribbled in the journal he’d started while they were asea.

D1pper and M4bel entered the kitchen and, just as St4n had assumed, the kid went straight for his brother when he saw F0rd writing. He was preparing himself for the gushing and technical talk D1pper and F0rd often devolved into when M4bel showed up with a picture she shoved into his lap.

“What you got there, kiddo?” he asked as he held the picture away from him so he could see it better.

“I drew you and Grvnkle F0rd on your trip! See? That’s Grvnkle F0rd steering the ship and there you are!” she said enthusiastically.

Even when she wasn’t yelling M4bel was inexplicably loud. St4n covertly turned down his hearing aids to prevent them from giving feedback.

“Am I...why am I puking a glitter rainbow?” St4nd asked, gruffly.

He heard his brother snort from his and D1pper’s discussion. St4n gave him a half-hearted glare.

“Cauuuuse,” M4bel said leaning over St4n’s lap. “You got glitter rainbows inside!”

M4bel poked his belly enthusiastically with a chuckle. “Boop!”

“Ow! No I don’t. I’ve got coffee inside! And if you keep poking it that hard, kid, it’s not gonna be rainbows or glitter coming out!” St4n exclaimed.

“No, silly! I mean metaphorically. You’re like a mean bulldog on the outside but on the inside you’re all...colorful and warm and fuzzy,” M4bel insisted.

“She’s right on that one, Mr. P1nes,” S0os piped up. “You’re pretty rough on the outside, but gooey and sweet on the inside. Kinda like cannoli! Oooh, I should make cannoli’s tomorrow!”

“You really should!” M3lody said. “You’re my cannoli…”

“Hee, hee. With chocolate chips?” S0os asked, blushing.

“Mmhmm,” M3lody said, and they kissed.

“Awww!” M4bel cooed.

“Ew, seriously? You’re ruining my appetite. Keep that schmutz to yourselves!” St4n said before turning back to M4bel.

“Yeah,” he said, “but why does F0rd look all heroic and I’m puking off the side of the boat. That never happened! I was heroic and brave too!”

F0rd snorted again as he drank his coffee but then another sound interrupted him and St4n’s eyes widened.

“Oh no. Not again! Keep those to yourself, bud!” St4n said pointing a finger accusingly at his brother.

“Keep what to yourself?” D1pper asked, looking up from his excited reading of F0rd’s ship journal.

F0rd’s body jumped again and a modest “hic!” made it’s way out for a second time.

“His hiccups. Every time…” St4n said gritting his teeth and started muttering under his breath. “It’s all in my head. It’s all psychiatric…”

“Psychhup!-psychological St4nhmp!ley!” F0rd said.

“Whatever! I’m not gonna get ‘em this time!” St4n demanded.

“There’s no rehimp!-reason why you shhmp!-should!” F0rd responded, struggling as the hiccups started picking up the way they often did.

“Whaaat is happening?” M4bel asked looking from one grunkle to the other.

St4n rubbed his chest with a grunt, refusing to answer as he focused on willing his diaphragm to stay calm.

“Wait,” D1pper said as he picked up on the context. “Do you guys both—”

“HUCK! Crap!” St4nd said, inadvertently interrupting his nephew.

“—get the hiccups at the same time?!” D1pper said, amusement building.

“Oh. My. Gawd!” M4bel yelled. “They doooo!”

“That’s precious!” M3lody said.

“Holy crap, seriously? You both have the hiccups at the same time? Dude. Maybe we should film this!” S0os said grinning while he held up his spatula.

“You’re not HUCK’M!-filming anything HULP!, S0os!” St4n said.

“Awww, Grvnkle St4n. It’s okay. Me and D1pper used the get them at the same time too...when we were BABIES!” M4bel said, laughing.

D1pper couldn’t help but join in snorting laughter with his sister.

“Okay HLMK! Okay! I’m HUCK!-out!” St4n said and stood up, taking his paper and coffee with him to the living room to watch TV and hopefully drown out his own hiccups. “This is HUCK’L!-your fault F-HERK! F0rd!”

F0rd just shook his head and watched his brother retreat.

It had been fifteen minutes and somehow F0rd had escaped D1pper’s inquisition to find solace in the basement where the portal had been. D1pper hadn’t seemed to mind about F0rd’s or St4nley’s hiccups, but M4bel had been hellbent on curing them. As a result, the scientist had managed to slip out without being noticed.

He felt a little guilty leaving his brother there to be subjected to every cure M4bel could conjure in that endlessly creative brain of hers, but F0rd found that he had even less tolerance to the boisterousness and attention of social interaction than he had when he was younger. Add to that some good old fashion trauma and being stuck in a portal for several decades and his natural introversion led to some pretty expert level evading skills.

It wasn’t hard to notice St4nley’s presence as his brother’s hiccups echoed before he caught sight of him. For the most part F0rd didn’t mind his own hiccups. But they did get a little fast sometimes, causing him to have to measure his breathing. St4n’s hiccups, on the other hand, sounded like they hurt though his brother claimed they didn’t.

“You finally hup!-finally got hup!-got away?” F0rd asked as he looked up from his journal.

“Yeah, kids got HUCK’M!-tired of tryin’ t—to cure me. HULMPK! Figured I’d find you dHOK!own here!” he said as he pat his chest over his white a-line undershirt. “Ugh. I don’t understHUCK!-St4nd why every time you get ‘em HUH! I get—get ‘em!”

“Be—been that way sihip!-since we hu’up!-we were ki—ids!” F0rd noted. He rubbed his own chest as his hiccups seemed to quicken all the more in his twin’s presence. “Some kup!-kind of emp—empathetic resphock!sponse! Or—” he paused as a couple of silent hiccups jerked his body and halted his speech, “Or echohup!praxia. Mirror neuhup!-neutrons. Hmk! Like yawns. Hmp!”

F0rd groaned, closing his book. He rubbed his eyes from underneath his glasses.

“Yeah HUCK’L! They’re wearHIC!-wearin’ me out, too! HNGK! Ugh!” St4n agreed with F0rd’s non-verbal sentiment.

St4n sat next him heavily and ran his hand over the back of his neck as another hiccup burst from his chest and caused his head to fling back.

The Portal had long since been dismantled. Some circuitry was in pieces, but most had been crated up. But there was still a table and chairs remaining. The furniture was the only real evidence of what had occurred. It was odd for St4n to see the place look so empty after he’d spent 30 years using every moment he could get trying to figure out how to get his brother back. He idly scratched the branding on the back of his shoulder, body thrown again with another powerful hiccup.

F0rd watched him, not missing the gesture and the significance of where St4n had touched.

“One th—thing I never hup!-never under—understood,” F0rd said interrupting the staccato of their hiccups.

“That’s a HUCK’AH!-rarity! What’s that? ULP!” St4n asked.

“Why are yup!-your hiccups so himp!-loud?” F0rd wondered. The question was obviously rhetorical or, at the very least, unimportant and inconsequential. Still, when having a sibling, saying what you were thinking without a filter seemed to happen naturally.

“You mean HUCK’M!-why don’t I hicHIGGA!hiccup like a puUCK!-pussy?” St4n shot back with a smirk.

F0rd guffawed with a surprise laugh that did nothing to help his hiccups. St4n grinned back.

“Sorry HUCK’L! Gotta make UCK!-up for lo—lost time busting your HUCK!-chops,” St4n said with a chuckle.

“Thouup!-Thought the ti—time on the St4n hup! St4n O’ War tu-hup! II was enough!” F0rd said with a smile.

“Yeah, but I can't cuHUP!-cuss up there!” St4n insisted, pointing up to where the rest of the house dwellers were.

“Fair enough,” F0rd replied. Then he covered his mouth with his fist as he rode through a number of hiccups in a row, frowning as they kept coming. Hmp!hmp!hmk!hmp’m!hmp’m!mp!mp!hup!

When the fit passed, he felt St4n’s hand on his back. The scientist shook his head in frustration.

“I hate when they c—come back huck!-back to b—back like that,” he said as he put his hand on his stomach.

“I take it HUCK!-back. Mine might be HUCK’M!-louder but UH’HUCK!-at least I can breathe,” St4n said.

For a few more minutes they shared another companionable silence with their hiccups. St4n found his hand on is stomach, holding it there as it jerked powerfully. His body pressed into the back of the chair with every hiccup.

F0rd propped his hand on his head as he endured more clusters of less violent but just as annoying hiccups.

“You wann—wanna do the thimp!-thing?” F0rd said, his speech uncharacteristically casual. He looked over the top rim of his glasses at his brother.

“What thHIUK!thing?” St4n said.

F0rd wordlessly indicated with his hand to each of their stomachs. It took a while for St4n to underSt4nd but once he did his eyes widened in memory.

“Oh. ReHEEK!eally? We haven’t HUCK!-uh, don—done that since we H’MUCK!-were kids!” he said incredulously.

F0rd shrugged in response. The truth was despite them having had a few cases of hiccups on the boat it usually hadn’t lasted this long and if he was getting sore and tired, he could imagine St4nley was as well.

“You thiHIP’K!-think that woHUNK’L!-uh, would work?” he asked.

F0rd shrugged again, noncommittal.

“They’re stERK!-starting to hurt me ULK!-too,” St4n finally confided. To be honest, his whole back had started to hurt. Hiccups at his and F0rd’s age were not for the faint of heart, he decided.

“Though sohup!-so,” F0rd said.

F0rd reached out a six-fingered hand to St4n’s stomach and St4n sighed dramatically, chest jumping sharply with another loud hiccup as his belly bounced. St4n reached out for F0rd’s midsection trying not to be too jealous of how less jiggly F0rd’s was than his own.

F0rd had always had a slimmer physique than St4n. Whether it was because he was just more genetically inclined than St4n to not store fat in his midsection or that F0rd often forgot to eat, St4n noticed their size difference as they hit puberty and beyond. Sometimes he didn’t care. Other times, it got to him. But ultimately, he couldn’t care less about the way his body naturally carried weight. Hell, that’s why they invented girdles, right?

As their hands crossed to lay on each other’s abdomens F0rd nodded.

“We hav—have to match hup!-match our bre—breaths, remember? In hup!-and out,” F0rd said.

“Yeah HYUK!-uh, I remember. HMMK! Damn,” St4n said and blew air out as he placed his other hand on his chest.

St4n focused on the movement of F0rd’s stomach against his hand and tried to mimic his intakes of breath between both of their hiccups. Then he squirmed thinking about how this hiccup cure would look to anyone walking in on them.

“By the HI’UCK! way, this HULMPK!-uh, this doesn’t le-HEEK!-eave this room, de—eal?” St4n said gesturing to the awkwardness he perceived in F0rd and his current position.

“Of co-hup!hup!-course St4nley. Hip! That w-uh!-as assumed. This lo-oop!hup!-looks weird. Ev—even to me. And I was hup! I hup! I was in a two hmp! di—mension—al universe!” F0rd exclaimed.

“Ain’t that th-HUCK!-the flat HU’UP! truth!” St4n joked.

F0rd’s face cracked in a rare grin, and he laughed.

“D—don—n’t y-hup!-our hip! mak—ing them wo-erk!-rse!” he said amidst chuckles.

“Sorry HUCK! Just HI’ILP! like seein’ y-HAH! laugh! And suffer a bit HNNGK! Ow!” St4n exclaimed, rubbing his chest again.

“Ser—erves you ri-ip!-ight,” F0rd snarked.

“Yeah HUCK’L! I know,” St4n sighed.

Wordlessly the brothers started syncing their breaths again. Memories flashed in both of their minds of the times in their youth where F0rd had started hiccuping and St4n had started, and they both secluded themselves until it ended. St4n, specifically, remembered something that had him frowning more than usual. But he waited until the thumps from his brother’s stomach and his own trailed away after a minute or so before bringing it up.

“Oh, that’s better,” F0rd said taking in a deep breath.

“Yeah…” St4n replied, distracted. “Um. You remember when you got them in front of dad that one time? Like, I think it was the first time I remember us having them together, actually.”

F0rd frowned.

“Um, maybe?” he replied. He was honestly having a hard time bringing up the memory. He picked idly at his second pinky with the fingers of the other hand.

“It was at dinner. I remember cause dad didn’t give us pop all that often and so you drank it a little too fast, maybe? I dunno. Anyway, you had them pretty bad. Dad was yelling at you. I guess he was in a mood. I mean, when was he not, right? So, I...I took up my pop and gave myself the hiccups, too. So, he’d...he’d yell at me, instead. I didn’t like when he yelled at you. Made me feel like I-I dunno. Kinda like it was unfair? Never really thought of that.

“Anyway,” St4n continued, “it worked! My hiccups were way louder, and I was burping and stuff, too. But I guess...I guess I always tried to protect you from him in a way. You were...I mean I know you’re not...but back then you seemed more sensitive or some shit. So, I took it. I took all the heat. Cause I knew even back then I wasn’t...you know...like you...cause you were smart and...anyway. I figure that’s why I get the hiccups when you do. Maybe it’s, like, something like that. Ugh, hanging out with you’s got me thinking like that.”

F0rd took a moment to answer his brother. Sadness had settled on his eyes, but his mouth set firm.

“That makes sense, St4nley. You always tried to protect me, even when you didn’t have to. In some ways, a lot of ways, I took that for granted. I never saw you as vulnerable. And you never thought you could tell me if something was bothering you. So, when you accidentally broke my science fair project, I never considered you’d done it out of anything but spite. But now I know you needed me, and I was leaving. You weren’t able to tell that to me. Dad just…egged us on,” F0rd said with a sigh.

“Yeah, good ole’ dad really fucked us up, huh?” St4n said.

“I am sorry—” F0rd started.

“C’mon, F0rd, we already did that!”

“I know. But I am. My hubris may have been encouraged by our father, but the lengths I took my desire to be accepted and validated were mine. For the role I played in our separation, I apologize. Sincerely,” F0rd said.

“Yeah. Well. Same, I guess. I fucked up our relationship just as much as you did. And my life. All ‘cause the old man said I wasn’t worth shit and I was gonna prove him wrong,” St4n said.

“St4nley, I think between the two of us opening an inter-dimensional rift and making a deal with a demon who tried to destroy our reality is probably a little more damaging than screwing people over with cheap products and stealing,” the writer said.

“It ain’t a competition, bud. Trust me. I did more than my fair share of bad stuff. Hell, I’m the one who re-opened that rift and started the whole thing…”

“To save me,” F0rd reminded him.

“Nah, I just wanted to get a second punch in, poindexter!” he said pushing at F0rd’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah,” F0rd said, the New Jersey accent he’d fought against his entire life coming out in a rare moment.

“That me?” St4n asked of the drawing F0rd was making in his journal.

F0rd looked at the drawing and faced it toward his brother with a nod.

“Dude, look at me! That makes me look like a twig! Put some meat in there. I’m not shameful. I know I got pudge!”

F0rd laughed, “You’re not that fat, St4nley!”

“Please! I’m a...what do you call ‘em...BBW?”

F0rd laughed harder, shaking his head.

“That St4nds for Big Beautiful Woman,” F0rd exclaimed.

“Oh. Well, the other one, then. BBM...wait, no, that sounds like I’m a bowel movement. I mean, I know I’m a piece of shit sometimes…”

“St4nley!” F0rd laughed again.

St4n just smiled and watched his brother take off his glasses and wipe his eyes.

“Think S0os looks good in the hat?” St4n asked, keeping the conversation going.

“I think our father would be rolling in his grave,” F0rd said.

“Good…”

They continued talking until St4n’s stomach told them it was time to eat. Every moment spent with each other healed another moment of shared trauma. Every hiccup they had growing up was slowly being cured. It might never be okay or forgivable, their past sins, but it was still something they were able to love each other through.

All-in-all, they had it pretty good.

[writingforfishes]

Hicvember: 2+ and Induced (adjacently)

I'm cheating a little bit on this. I've actually had this story started since the 30th of October. That's not the cheating part. I noticed it indicates induction, but not directly. But I'm counting it!

Fandom: Gr4vity F4lls Featuring: F0rd, St4n, D1pper, M4bel, S0os, and Mel0dy

CW:

old men hiccuping

fast hiccups

hard hiccups

brothers hiccuping together

NOT TWINCEST!

children present briefly

childhood traumas mentioned

unconventional curing method?

hiccups being a metaphor and such

very safe for work

not really a hiccup kink fic if you look at it from the outside

no kinky bits at all

just old man twins getting the hiccups together like babies

F0rd and St4n had returned from the first year of their adventures on the St4n O’ War II. Much growth had been made between them. Many long (boring, as St4n would amend rolling his eyes) conversations had been shared between their discovery of more Cryptids. Many reflections were made. It was all very adult, and tears had been shed, not that St4n would admit to having emotions past the security of his loud personality.

Now they both settled back into their rooms in the Shack. When summer arrived D1pper and M4bel, both going on 14 now and full of horror stories of being teenagers, came to stay at the Shack as well forcing F0rd and St4n to share a room.

S0os had also moved in when St4n turned over ownership to him. M3lody had made the move to Gr4vity F4lls a month before St4n and F0rd had returned. It was a full house, to say the least. But there was some comfort in the extra bodies who inhabited the humble space, though St4n would never admit it. It felt like ‘family’. St4n cringed at the idea. ‘Family’ to him had never been a particularly positive experience.

This all being said, all six of the dwellers now crowded the kitchen. S0os was making breakfast for everyone as the older twins sat at the table. St4n was reading a physical newspaper, the funnies, while F0rd scribbled in the journal he’d started while they were asea.

D1pper and M4bel entered the kitchen and, just as St4n had assumed, the kid went straight for his brother when he saw F0rd writing. He was preparing himself for the gushing and technical talk D1pper and F0rd often devolved into when M4bel showed up with a picture she shoved into his lap.

“What you got there, kiddo?” he asked as he held the picture away from him so he could see it better.

“I drew you and Grvnkle F0rd on your trip! See? That’s Grvnkle F0rd steering the ship and there you are!” she said enthusiastically.

Even when she wasn’t yelling M4bel was inexplicably loud. St4n covertly turned down his hearing aids to prevent them from giving feedback.

“Am I...why am I puking a glitter rainbow?” St4nd asked, gruffly.

He heard his brother snort from his and D1pper’s discussion. St4n gave him a half-hearted glare.

“Cauuuuse,” M4bel said leaning over St4n’s lap. “You got glitter rainbows inside!”

M4bel poked his belly enthusiastically with a chuckle. “Boop!”

“Ow! No I don’t. I’ve got coffee inside! And if you keep poking it that hard, kid, it’s not gonna be rainbows or glitter coming out!” St4n exclaimed.

“No, silly! I mean metaphorically. You’re like a mean bulldog on the outside but on the inside you’re all...colorful and warm and fuzzy,” M4bel insisted.

“She’s right on that one, Mr. P1nes,” S0os piped up. “You’re pretty rough on the outside, but gooey and sweet on the inside. Kinda like cannoli! Oooh, I should make cannoli’s tomorrow!”

“You really should!” M3lody said. “You’re my cannoli…”

“Hee, hee. With chocolate chips?” S0os asked, blushing.

“Mmhmm,” M3lody said, and they kissed.

“Awww!” M4bel cooed.

“Ew, seriously? You’re ruining my appetite. Keep that schmutz to yourselves!” St4n said before turning back to M4bel.

“Yeah,” he said, “but why does F0rd look all heroic and I’m puking off the side of the boat. That never happened! I was heroic and brave too!”

F0rd snorted again as he drank his coffee but then another sound interrupted him and St4n’s eyes widened.

“Oh no. Not again! Keep those to yourself, bud!” St4n said pointing a finger accusingly at his brother.

“Keep what to yourself?” D1pper asked, looking up from his excited reading of F0rd’s ship journal.

F0rd’s body jumped again and a modest “hic!” made it’s way out for a second time.

“His hiccups. Every time…” St4n said gritting his teeth and started muttering under his breath. “It’s all in my head. It’s all psychiatric…”

“Psychhup!-psychological St4nhmp!ley!” F0rd said.

“Whatever! I’m not gonna get ‘em this time!” St4n demanded.

“There’s no rehimp!-reason why you shhmp!-should!” F0rd responded, struggling as the hiccups started picking up the way they often did.

“Whaaat is happening?” M4bel asked looking from one grunkle to the other.

St4n rubbed his chest with a grunt, refusing to answer as he focused on willing his diaphragm to stay calm.

“Wait,” D1pper said as he picked up on the context. “Do you guys both—”

“HUCK! Crap!” St4nd said, inadvertently interrupting his nephew.

“—get the hiccups at the same time?!” D1pper said, amusement building.

“Oh. My. Gawd!” M4bel yelled. “They doooo!”

“That’s precious!” M3lody said.

“Holy crap, seriously? You both have the hiccups at the same time? Dude. Maybe we should film this!” S0os said grinning while he held up his spatula.

“You’re not HUCK’M!-filming anything HULP!, S0os!” St4n said.

“Awww, Grvnkle St4n. It’s okay. Me and D1pper used the get them at the same time too...when we were BABIES!” M4bel said, laughing.

D1pper couldn’t help but join in snorting laughter with his sister.

“Okay HLMK! Okay! I’m HUCK!-out!” St4n said and stood up, taking his paper and coffee with him to the living room to watch TV and hopefully drown out his own hiccups. “This is HUCK’L!-your fault F-HERK! F0rd!”

F0rd just shook his head and watched his brother retreat.

It had been fifteen minutes and somehow F0rd had escaped D1pper’s inquisition to find solace in the basement where the portal had been. D1pper hadn’t seemed to mind about F0rd’s or St4nley’s hiccups, but M4bel had been hellbent on curing them. As a result, the scientist had managed to slip out without being noticed.

He felt a little guilty leaving his brother there to be subjected to every cure M4bel could conjure in that endlessly creative brain of hers, but F0rd found that he had even less tolerance to the boisterousness and attention of social interaction than he had when he was younger. Add to that some good old fashion trauma and being stuck in a portal for several decades and his natural introversion led to some pretty expert level evading skills.

It wasn’t hard to notice St4nley’s presence as his brother’s hiccups echoed before he caught sight of him. For the most part F0rd didn’t mind his own hiccups. But they did get a little fast sometimes, causing him to have to measure his breathing. St4n’s hiccups, on the other hand, sounded like they hurt though his brother claimed they didn’t.

“You finally hup!-finally got hup!-got away?” F0rd asked as he looked up from his journal.

“Yeah, kids got HUCK’M!-tired of tryin’ t—to cure me. HULMPK! Figured I’d find you dHOK!own here!” he said as he pat his chest over his white a-line undershirt. “Ugh. I don’t understHUCK!-St4nd why every time you get ‘em HUH! I get—get ‘em!”

“Be—been that way sihip!-since we hu’up!-we were ki—ids!” F0rd noted. He rubbed his own chest as his hiccups seemed to quicken all the more in his twin’s presence. “Some kup!-kind of emp—empathetic resphock!sponse! Or—” he paused as a couple of silent hiccups jerked his body and halted his speech, “Or echohup!praxia. Mirror neuhup!-neutrons. Hmk! Like yawns. Hmp!”

F0rd groaned, closing his book. He rubbed his eyes from underneath his glasses.

“Yeah HUCK’L! They’re wearHIC!-wearin’ me out, too! HNGK! Ugh!” St4n agreed with F0rd’s non-verbal sentiment.

St4n sat next him heavily and ran his hand over the back of his neck as another hiccup burst from his chest and caused his head to fling back.

The Portal had long since been dismantled. Some circuitry was in pieces, but most had been crated up. But there was still a table and chairs remaining. The furniture was the only real evidence of what had occurred. It was odd for St4n to see the place look so empty after he’d spent 30 years using every moment he could get trying to figure out how to get his brother back. He idly scratched the branding on the back of his shoulder, body thrown again with another powerful hiccup.

F0rd watched him, not missing the gesture and the significance of where St4n had touched.

“One th—thing I never hup!-never under—understood,” F0rd said interrupting the staccato of their hiccups.

“That’s a HUCK’AH!-rarity! What’s that? ULP!” St4n asked.

“Why are yup!-your hiccups so himp!-loud?” F0rd wondered. The question was obviously rhetorical or, at the very least, unimportant and inconsequential. Still, when having a sibling, saying what you were thinking without a filter seemed to happen naturally.

“You mean HUCK’M!-why don’t I hicHIGGA!hiccup like a puUCK!-pussy?” St4n shot back with a smirk.

F0rd guffawed with a surprise laugh that did nothing to help his hiccups. St4n grinned back.

“Sorry HUCK’L! Gotta make UCK!-up for lo—lost time busting your HUCK!-chops,” St4n said with a chuckle.

“Thouup!-Thought the ti—time on the St4n hup! St4n O’ War tu-hup! II was enough!” F0rd said with a smile.

“Yeah, but I can't cuHUP!-cuss up there!” St4n insisted, pointing up to where the rest of the house dwellers were.

“Fair enough,” F0rd replied. Then he covered his mouth with his fist as he rode through a number of hiccups in a row, frowning as they kept coming. Hmp!hmp!hmk!hmp’m!hmp’m!mp!mp!hup!

When the fit passed, he felt St4n’s hand on his back. The scientist shook his head in frustration.

“I hate when they c—come back huck!-back to b—back like that,” he said as he put his hand on his stomach.

“I take it HUCK!-back. Mine might be HUCK’M!-louder but UH’HUCK!-at least I can breathe,” St4n said.

For a few more minutes they shared another companionable silence with their hiccups. St4n found his hand on is stomach, holding it there as it jerked powerfully. His body pressed into the back of the chair with every hiccup.

F0rd propped his hand on his head as he endured more clusters of less violent but just as annoying hiccups.

“You wann—wanna do the thimp!-thing?” F0rd said, his speech uncharacteristically casual. He looked over the top rim of his glasses at his brother.

“What thHIUK!thing?” St4n said.

F0rd wordlessly indicated with his hand to each of their stomachs. It took a while for St4n to underSt4nd but once he did his eyes widened in memory.

“Oh. ReHEEK!eally? We haven’t HUCK!-uh, don—done that since we H’MUCK!-were kids!” he said incredulously.

F0rd shrugged in response. The truth was despite them having had a few cases of hiccups on the boat it usually hadn’t lasted this long and if he was getting sore and tired, he could imagine St4nley was as well.

“You thiHIP’K!-think that woHUNK’L!-uh, would work?” he asked.

F0rd shrugged again, noncommittal.

“They’re stERK!-starting to hurt me ULK!-too,” St4n finally confided. To be honest, his whole back had started to hurt. Hiccups at his and F0rd’s age were not for the faint of heart, he decided.

“Though sohup!-so,” F0rd said.

F0rd reached out a six-fingered hand to St4n’s stomach and St4n sighed dramatically, chest jumping sharply with another loud hiccup as his belly bounced. St4n reached out for F0rd’s midsection trying not to be too jealous of how less jiggly F0rd’s was than his own.

F0rd had always had a slimmer physique than St4n. Whether it was because he was just more genetically inclined than St4n to not store fat in his midsection or that F0rd often forgot to eat, St4n noticed their size difference as they hit puberty and beyond. Sometimes he didn’t care. Other times, it got to him. But ultimately, he couldn’t care less about the way his body naturally carried weight. Hell, that’s why they invented girdles, right?

As their hands crossed to lay on each other’s abdomens F0rd nodded.

“We hav—have to match hup!-match our bre—breaths, remember? In hup!-and out,” F0rd said.

“Yeah HYUK!-uh, I remember. HMMK! Damn,” St4n said and blew air out as he placed his other hand on his chest.

St4n focused on the movement of F0rd’s stomach against his hand and tried to mimic his intakes of breath between both of their hiccups. Then he squirmed thinking about how this hiccup cure would look to anyone walking in on them.

“By the HI’UCK! way, this HULMPK!-uh, this doesn’t le-HEEK!-eave this room, de—eal?” St4n said gesturing to the awkwardness he perceived in F0rd and his current position.

“Of co-hup!hup!-course St4nley. Hip! That w-uh!-as assumed. This lo-oop!hup!-looks weird. Ev—even to me. And I was hup! I hup! I was in a two hmp! di—mension—al universe!” F0rd exclaimed.

“Ain’t that th-HUCK!-the flat HU’UP! truth!” St4n joked.

F0rd’s face cracked in a rare grin, and he laughed.

“D—don—n’t y-hup!-our hip! mak—ing them wo-erk!-rse!” he said amidst chuckles.

“Sorry HUCK! Just HI’ILP! like seein’ y-HAH! laugh! And suffer a bit HNNGK! Ow!” St4n exclaimed, rubbing his chest again.

“Ser—erves you ri-ip!-ight,” F0rd snarked.

“Yeah HUCK’L! I know,” St4n sighed.

Wordlessly the brothers started syncing their breaths again. Memories flashed in both of their minds of the times in their youth where F0rd had started hiccuping and St4n had started, and they both secluded themselves until it ended. St4n, specifically, remembered something that had him frowning more than usual. But he waited until the thumps from his brother’s stomach and his own trailed away after a minute or so before bringing it up.

“Oh, that’s better,” F0rd said taking in a deep breath.

“Yeah…” St4n replied, distracted. “Um. You remember when you got them in front of dad that one time? Like, I think it was the first time I remember us having them together, actually.”

F0rd frowned.

“Um, maybe?” he replied. He was honestly having a hard time bringing up the memory. He picked idly at his second pinky with the fingers of the other hand.

“It was at dinner. I remember cause dad didn’t give us pop all that often and so you drank it a little too fast, maybe? I dunno. Anyway, you had them pretty bad. Dad was yelling at you. I guess he was in a mood. I mean, when was he not, right? So, I...I took up my pop and gave myself the hiccups, too. So, he’d...he’d yell at me, instead. I didn’t like when he yelled at you. Made me feel like I-I dunno. Kinda like it was unfair? Never really thought of that.

“Anyway,” St4n continued, “it worked! My hiccups were way louder, and I was burping and stuff, too. But I guess...I guess I always tried to protect you from him in a way. You were...I mean I know you’re not...but back then you seemed more sensitive or some shit. So, I took it. I took all the heat. Cause I knew even back then I wasn’t...you know...like you...cause you were smart and...anyway. I figure that’s why I get the hiccups when you do. Maybe it’s, like, something like that. Ugh, hanging out with you’s got me thinking like that.”

F0rd took a moment to answer his brother. Sadness had settled on his eyes, but his mouth set firm.

“That makes sense, St4nley. You always tried to protect me, even when you didn’t have to. In some ways, a lot of ways, I took that for granted. I never saw you as vulnerable. And you never thought you could tell me if something was bothering you. So, when you accidentally broke my science fair project, I never considered you’d done it out of anything but spite. But now I know you needed me, and I was leaving. You weren’t able to tell that to me. Dad just…egged us on,” F0rd said with a sigh.

“Yeah, good ole’ dad really fucked us up, huh?” St4n said.

“I am sorry—” F0rd started.

“C’mon, F0rd, we already did that!”

“I know. But I am. My hubris may have been encouraged by our father, but the lengths I took my desire to be accepted and validated were mine. For the role I played in our separation, I apologize. Sincerely,” F0rd said.

“Yeah. Well. Same, I guess. I fucked up our relationship just as much as you did. And my life. All ‘cause the old man said I wasn’t worth shit and I was gonna prove him wrong,” St4n said.

“St4nley, I think between the two of us opening an inter-dimensional rift and making a deal with a demon who tried to destroy our reality is probably a little more damaging than screwing people over with cheap products and stealing,” the writer said.

“It ain’t a competition, bud. Trust me. I did more than my fair share of bad stuff. Hell, I’m the one who re-opened that rift and started the whole thing…”

“To save me,” F0rd reminded him.

“Nah, I just wanted to get a second punch in, poindexter!” he said pushing at F0rd’s shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah,” F0rd said, the New Jersey accent he’d fought against his entire life coming out in a rare moment.

“That me?” St4n asked of the drawing F0rd was making in his journal.

F0rd looked at the drawing and faced it toward his brother with a nod.

“Dude, look at me! That makes me look like a twig! Put some meat in there. I’m not shameful. I know I got pudge!”

F0rd laughed, “You’re not that fat, St4nley!”

“Please! I’m a...what do you call ‘em...BBW?”

F0rd laughed harder, shaking his head.

“That St4nds for Big Beautiful Woman,” F0rd exclaimed.

“Oh. Well, the other one, then. BBM...wait, no, that sounds like I’m a bowel movement. I mean, I know I’m a piece of shit sometimes…”

“St4nley!” F0rd laughed again.

St4n just smiled and watched his brother take off his glasses and wipe his eyes.

“Think S0os looks good in the hat?” St4n asked, keeping the conversation going.

“I think our father would be rolling in his grave,” F0rd said.

“Good…”

They continued talking until St4n’s stomach told them it was time to eat. Every moment spent with each other healed another moment of shared trauma. Every hiccup they had growing up was slowly being cured. It might never be okay or forgivable, their past sins, but it was still something they were able to love each other through.

All-in-all, they had it pretty good.

[writingforfishes]

it’s giving u and ur ocs

Heh. Heh. Heh.

Excellent!!

[writingforfishes]

Greatest apologies!

If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?

Now that I know I wasn't the only hiccup kinkster to get this, I have to assume that either you are spamming a great deal of people and happened to catch a lot of us in the effort or are somewhat of a kink appreciator yourself (or at least tolerant of the expression).

To answer your very non-specific to my blog question, going to the mountains with my mom.

I've been meaning to go back the specific trail we visited since she died 4 years ago but haven't gotten my executive function in line to do so.

So, maybe it's just on my mind today because it's her birthday, but the mountains with mom is one of the memories I would love to revisit and experience again.

[writingforfishes]

Oh. Yeah, I did do that! Well then!

If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?

Now that I know I wasn't the only hiccup kinkster to get this, I have to assume that either you are spamming a great deal of people and happened to catch a lot of us in the effort or are somewhat of a kink appreciator yourself (or at least tolerant of the expression).

To answer your very non-specific to my blog question, going to the mountains with my mom.

I've been meaning to go back the specific trail we visited since she died 4 years ago but haven't gotten my executive function in line to do so.

So, maybe it's just on my mind today because it's her birthday, but the mountains with mom is one of the memories I would love to revisit and experience again.

[writingforfishes]

If you could relive any memory of your past, what would it be?

Now that I know I wasn't the only hiccup kinkster to get this, I have to assume that either you are spamming a great deal of people and happened to catch a lot of us in the effort or are somewhat of a kink appreciator yourself (or at least tolerant of the expression).

To answer your very non-specific to my blog question, going to the mountains with my mom.

I've been meaning to go back the specific trail we visited since she died 4 years ago but haven't gotten my executive function in line to do so.

So, maybe it's just on my mind today because it's her birthday, but the mountains with mom is one of the memories I would love to revisit and experience again.

[writingforfishes]

Oh, ya know what, I got edging and rimming confused.

I've done edging with myself not knowing that's what I was doing, actually. (Does it still count as edging if it's self-masturbation?)

Even though I knew a lot about sex as a young'un, I wasn't in any sort of social sexual setting growing up. So, I don't know the etymology of edging, or any other sexual terms, as it pertains to peek popularity.

I do know when I found out what a "string of pearls" meant, I was tickled. What a cute and innocuous way to refer to that phenomenon!

Anyway, sex! Amiright?!

"She's a very...cunning...linguist..." -Emcee, Cabaret a la Alan Cumming

why…. why would u say it like that…..

So, you'd send me this and make my day?

[writingforfishes]

Hicvember: Indulging at Midnight

How do I become awesome enough to be worthy of having someone make me hiccup videos where they purposely worsen their case knowing it will get me off but also respect themselves to not hurt themselves in the process.

Asking for a friend...my friend is an anatomical part in between my legs.

K thanks.

CW:

hiccups from coffee

masturbation

getting off on watching a video

intentionally making hiccups worse

poorly placed talk of death?

Otto is away

Atticus is horny

belly hiccups

fuzzy tummy

no cuddles :(

Atticus was in the middle of theirs and Otto’s bed. Otto had been at a clock and watch conference since Friday. It was Saturday night, now. Actually, judging from the Westminster Chimes coming from the grandfather clock downstairs, it had just turned midnight. Otto wouldn’t be back until Sunday night.

Atty groaned. Otto wouldn’t be up to connect with from his hotel room. Atticus was bored. And horny, to be honest. Fiction on the internet just wasn’t doing it. Neither were the old standard video and audio files. A thought occurred to them, suddenly. They eyed the side table on their side of the bed.

“Huh…” they said as their teeth nibbled their lower lip idly.

They slid their laptop off of their leg and squirmed their way to the side table. Grabbing the nob of the drawer on the front side of the table, the draw gave a little squeak before it succumbed to being opened. Atticus’ hand scrambled around in the contents: condoms, a small bottle of lube, an extra charger, a couple of dollars, some paperwork they probably needed to look at, some change, and—ah! There it was! A small rectangular object they fished out from the back.

They shimmied back to the laptop and pulled their tongue out of their mouth slightly as they held the flash drive up. They nibbled their lip again. This would be the first time opening any of the files in such a purposeful way.

Atticus had obviously watched the videos shortly after they were gifted to them on their birthday, but to watch it with a single-minded purpose of getting off while Otto wasn’t there? The content on the flash drive was made all the more sweeter knowing it would serve its purpose and how much love and care was put into making the videos in the first place.

Atty plugged the drive into their laptop and watched the video program trigger. From the files they chose one they vaguely remembered and clicked it. Nervously, anxiously, they picked their lower lip and rubbed their index finger at the bottom of their mustache as they watched the video start.

The camera angle was from Otto’s work bench. There was light coming from the window in front of his desk illuminating him in a white undershirt and boxers. Atticus had been surprised, though they weren’t sure why, at how many times Otto did small repairs at his work bench in the morning in what he’d slept in.

When the writer usually saw Otto at the bench he was already dressed. But early morning Otto was something his videos highlighted, and Atticus found their heart tender to see his precious morning face in the moments they were still asleep.

“Hey HU-UCK!” Otto said from the video.

“Hey…” Atticus found themselves whispering with a grin and an immediate buzz in their nethers.

When Otto hiccuped his belly bounced under his shirt and his upper chest pushed into the rolling chair. He grunted a little as he rubbed his belly, the perspective of the shot making it seem more prominent than it was.

“I got HU’ULP! I got the hiccups again. HYULMP!-mm. Thought I’d YUMP!-thought I’d do another video. MMK!-uh,” Otto said and he raised the bottom hem of his shirt so that the camera caught his finely furred belly as it jiggled with each spasm.

“C-hmm’mp!-came on like usual. Just ULP! had some co—offee hip! and—and they started,” he continued as he patted his chest and his eyelids fluttered at another silent hiccup. This time a little belch escaped after. “Oh! Excu—scuse me! HIMP’K!”

Otto let out a sigh as Atticus squirmed in the bed as they watched him look off into the distance letting several more hiccups run their course through his body. This was one of his later made videos when he’d finally gotten the handle on how best to place the camera and angle his body. Atticus wondered what Otto had felt watching videos of himself hiccuping. It must’ve been odd, at least.

“I know I s—say this in HUCK’P! every video, mk!mk!-mm-hmk!-mm-HUP! Whew,” he said as the cluster intruded his sentence and he caught his breath as he patted his chest. “But I always g—et a little HU’UP! turned on knowing MMK! knowing you’ll be hu’up!HUP! watching this.”

During the course of the video Otto was rotating his office chair and showing different angles of his belly and its actions. He knew that Atticus enjoyed his belly’s movement primarily and so he featured it heavily in the recordings. The natural light of the sun through the window was doing very good for the contours as well. The sound could be a little better, but Otto’s hiccups were so loud the clock maker’s phone microphone was enough to pick up all of them, even the muffled ones.

Atticus had slowly started to play with themselves, warming things up as they watched the side view of Otto’s head jerking back over and over again through another cluster before he swiveled the chair around again.

“I hope,” Otto’s voice entered again, soft smile edging into the edges of his facial hair and head tilting in that way it did when he was really interested in what he was looking at, “hulp! I hope y—your day was HUCK’M! was good. Or n—night. Or HUP! or maybe HNK! th—this is a pre-breakfast qui-HIC!-quickie!”

Otto’s stomach bounced with a little laugh before he hiccuped again and it rebounded with the spasm.

“Or maybe you’re HUP! watching this MMK! after I’m dead,” Otto said.

“Dude…” Atty said to the recording as their fingers stopped rubbing.

“Actu-hu’up!-ually, maybe d-mmp!-don’t do that. Not hmmp! not recommended vie—iewing for after my dea—th,” Otto said.

“Otto!” Atticus yelled. Obviously, the recording didn’t answer.

“I sh-hip!hup!-should probably stop tALK-ing about me dying on huck’a!-on here, huh?”

“Ya think?” Atty insisted.

“If I-huck’mp! knew how to edit that mmp! out, I would. Lemm—me hup! try to save this. I’m gonna mmk! try to speed this c—ase up. It’s hup! starting to slow down a-hmk!-a little,” Otto said.

“Oh gosh. Okay,” Atty whispered.

The writer rubbed their hand up their chest underneath their shirt and back down in anticipation as Otto seemed to nod to himself in preparation and reassurance as his belly swelled with taking in a large breath to hold.

Otto’s hiccups always sped up a great deal when he tried to hold his breath. He’d shown Atticus this on their birthday, but the writer had no idea he’d done this in the videos he was making for them in preparation for their gift until he let that fact slip.

He’d done this in a few videos up until the point this one was recorded. Now he knew what to expect but it still seemed to take him by surprise when the hiccups sped up as much as they did in defiance of one of the most common and effective hiccup cures in existence.

Atticus’ fingers were back to toying with themselves (their vibrator needed new batteries). They felt themselves get harder as Otto’s belly started to silently jump faster and faster as Otto’s face held a look of concentration with his tight lips and his eyes closing slightly as his head pushed back into the back of the chair, gulping noises eventually breaking through despite him holding his breath.

Otto’s breath then rushed out interspersed with enlivened hiccups. The clock maker shifted in his chair.

“HIGGUP!HIP!HIP!HIP!MLP!MK!-HUCK’UMP!UCK!NK!HUH!HULP!-uh!” Otto’s hand pressed against his chest as he grimaced just slightly, “I-HUCK!-th-ILK!-ink-HU’UCK!HU’UCK!-it wo—o—rk—ed! HACK!NK!K!HU-U-U-NK’L! Oh!”

Atticus’ rubbing became more furious at the sight of their husband uncontrollably spasming on their computer screen. When his hiccups got so fast they ran into each other, stomach popping out faster than it could rebound, Atty felt themselves start to climax. They heard themselves more than they felt their vocalizations making desperate gasping, grunting, and whining sounds.

When they came back into awareness, Otto’s hiccups having been the soundtrack of their orgasm, they watched Otto still struggle through the fast hiccups on the screen. Though they were getting slower. Or, at least, the clusters were getting further apart.

“HUCK!UCK!UCK!UCK!-ooh...HUCK’MP!UP!MMP!ULP!-uuuh,” he took a breath. “HU’UP!-uh! HU’UUUP!-uh! HUCK’M!HUP!-uuuuh. HMPK!HMP!MP!-mmmm. I thi-INK they’re st—st—arting to HUMP’KUH!-to slow d-MMP!-down now.”

Otto had set his hand on his belly somewhere in the hiccup fit and it bounced with it as three silent hiccups gulped and popped powerfully before he let another sigh out.

“Oh man…” “Oh man!” Both Otto and Atticus uttered the phrase simultaneously and the writer laughed as they set their head back on the pillow to catch their breath.

“It’s ki-HU’UCK!UCK!-inda a ru-UNK!NK!-rush to s-HIMP!-ee h—how f-UMP!-fast I ca-HIP!-can get MP!MP!MMMP!-uh, get them-HU’UUUP!-oof!” Otto said and made a huff of a breath. “D—on’t worry HU’UP!UP!-I NGK!-know my limit. AUP!-uh.”

“You better,” Atticus said. A couple of times they had made themselves arch and jerk while continuing to rub. But the exhaustion that often immediately followed such a release was taking over.

Otto filmed himself until the case ended. The entire video was nearing 15 minutes. Atticus was grateful he took the time to let them see the end of the case. Just watching their husband calm down and the hiccups get slower and slower as he breathed made them feel calmer themselves.

As usual he made sure to face the camera as he said his final words, which became more and more similar of a sign off the more videos he’d made, “Alright, Atty. Remember I love you. Hu’up! Mm. Sneaky one! Mm. Remember I love you. I hope I made you as happy as you make me. Bye!”

The video ended and Atticus took a deep breath in and out. In some ways the video made Atty miss Otto all the more. There was no snuggling after this. No aftercare given. But they were extremely grateful for the gift, and they had certainly needed it.

[writingforfishes]

why…. why would u say it like that…..

So, you'd send me this and make my day?

[writingforfishes]

St@r Tr3k TNG, my beloved!

is this a safe space to share a niche thought guys because i think they should’ve made hiccups a feature of the s-ms i want to craft these characters to perfection and then get off watching my creations virtually in predicaments

[writingforfishes]

Long time lurker I like your Atticus and Otto stuff will we ever see Otto hiccup when he was drunk I really like hiccups and intoxication I hope your doing ok

Unfortunately, not. Unless it has a dramatic backdrop, I won't depict Otto drunk.

However, there is a chance we could see Mark hiccuping drunk. Mark has a much healthier relationship with alcohol than Otto has. He doesn't have an addiction.

I'm not a huge fan of drunk hiccups. But the idea has crossed my mind to depict Mark drunk with hiccups simply because he'll be drunk recreationally with safe friends helping him. (And one particular friend trying really hard not to be turned on by his hiccups!!)

I'm doing okay! I hope you are, too! Thank you so much for the ask!!! And for lurking! Hee!

[writingforfishes]

Really wish I could find that damn video with the other kink where the person was literally showing how the animation of it looked with and without clothes and the sounds were so impressive.

Don't even remember which one it was 1, 2, or 3. Nearly absolutely sure it wasn't 4.

I always come on the video by completely happenstance then completely forget to save it.

me when i find omo mods for the s-ms i know what im doing tonight chat

[writingforfishes]

I'm not even fixing that typo because you pointing it out made me physically snort-laugh.

I had would not remember either.

I HAD WOULD NOT REMEMBER!

HAD WOULD NOT REMEMBER!

If I had the would not remembers to remember I would not had I had them.

It is the funniest part.

I'm going to bed, now.

Hicvember: Date Night

Atticus had would not remember what movie was playing that night in the movie theatre. When reminded, they wouldn't remember what part of the movie it happened at.

What Atticus would remember was after a particularly large gulp of their shared soda to wash down the, honestly, too buttery popcorn Otto let out a startling hiccup.

CW:

Mutual masturbation

Embarrassment

Hiccups in public

Loud hiccups in public

Strangers laughing at hiccups

Parking lot shenanigans

Soda and popcorn causing hiccups

Laughter causing hiccups

Arousal noises

Mildly painful hiccups due to holding them in

"HOCK!"

Atticus gasped in surprise. A few gasps and then some laughter followed as the others were also startled by Otto's loud utterance. Otto slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the rest, his hiccups always faster at the beginning of a case.

In the light of the brighter scene Atticus watched Otto close his eyes in embarrassment, wincing slightly as he held in hiccup after hiccup.

"You okay?" a random audience member asked loudly.

More giggles.

Otto turned to Atticus and widened his eyes in question. Atticus shrugged, too overwhelmed by the unexpected case to give guidance.

"Yeah," Otto held in a hiccup to silence. "Sorry!"

A laugh followed from the same voice that asked. A few whispered conversations happened with amused energy. After that focus seemed back on the movie.

The laughter hadn't been cruel. It had almost been a shared experience sort of laughing. Otto's hiccup acted as a device to sort of knock everyone back into reality for a moment and realize there were other people around them.

"Hey," Atticus whispered causing Otto to bend down and emphasizing the jerks his hiccups were causing. "You actually okay? We need to leave?"

Otto shook his head 'no' emphatically. He'd been wanting to see this movie since the previews came out. It was more than halfway through anyway.

Atticus grabbed his hand for a moment in support. Then, not being about to help themselves, their hand wandered to his middle. Wordlessly Otto understood the intention and guided their hand to his tummy.

And now, Atty thought, they were both fighting involuntary reactions.

During a quieter part of the movie, they heard the little squeaks in the back of Otto's throat which couldn't be muffled entirely. They perceived the sharp intakes of breath through his nose, snorting a little before catching in his throat with a soft click. His stomach popped against their palm as they guided their hand in slow circles. Suppressed, his hiccups were hard and powerful. But when Atticus looked up during the brighter scenes, they saw a look of determined focus on his face flickering only as his body and head jolted back during each hiccup.

It wasn't the fastest case Otto had ever experienced, but it was fast enough and powerful enough that his chair creaked ever so slightly at his movements. His clothes shuffled against the back of the chair. Silhouetted Atticus saw his hair shiver, the curls bouncing ever-so-slightly with the hiccups as well.

The case continued to thrum through his body regularly, clusters causing a slight change of pace, the rest of the movie.

For Otto's part, the movie kept him distracted from his hiccups. He was glad he was able to keep them quiet enough not to bother the other patrons again. He was also glad they didn't hurt, except for the mild soreness in his muscles from clamping down on them so hard.

He also tried to ignore hearing Atticus shift in their seat. He tried to ignore the small grunts and intakes of air they heard from his left side. These small indicators of their arousal were far harder to ignore than his hiccups, though. He found their hand on his belly and put his own hand over it as if to return the acknowledgement of their reactions and offer some sort of calming comfort. He wasn't sure if it was helping or accelerating their excitement, though.

The couple usually stayed past the closing credits of a movie to talk reflect on it, but at the closing scene both of them were up and moving out of the aisle as quickly as possible.

Otto had Atticus' hand in his as he led them both through the crowd to the car. As Otto was taller, he could navigate them in much less time than both of them traversing the crowd equally could.

All the while the clock maker muffled his hiccups, though not to the same silence as in the theatre. They were audible now, starting to hurt to tense his body and throat to keep them quiet.

At the car Atticus gasped as they sat down in the passenger seat and looked over to him.

"Don't think I can wait much longer, honestly," they admitted with a breath.

Otto had finally released his hold on the sound of his hiccups and nodded as sharp doubles caused his head to knock back as he squinted across the parking lot and made an unconventional choice of action.

He pulled the car around to a darkened spot where no one would see them. It was already night so finding a far-off space on the side of the theatre with a lower light access was easier than it would've been during the day.

"I ca-HU'URK!-can't wait HMK!UCK!HILMP!-can't wait either H'MUUCK!-uh!" he said.

He locked the doors and unzipped his pants as he lowered himself deeper into the driver's seat. He was already panting in tune with Atty's gasps. It was quickening his hiccups all the more.

"Oh my...shit!" Atticus muttered. "Getting...mm...getting off in the parking lot of a-augh!-a movie theatre was never on my-oof!-damn, those are fast...this wasn't really on my fantasy bingo card but...it's definitely doing it for me."

Otto guffawed in a choked sort of way through his continuing hiccups.

"See-HNK!-ing you HUCK'UP!HILK! in profi-HIMP!-ile as HUULP! you r--ub yourself is...s-HUH! s-HU'UP!HUH! s--o fucking HU'UK!UP! hot!" he said and grunted.

Atticus hissed as their arousal swelled along with their member.

Breathy grunts and whimpers filled the car for a moment before the sounds settled, both of their arousal like soft static as they caught their breaths, electricity popping once or twice as their bodies finally relaxed in a cool flush.

The only sound now was breath and the soft pops of what remained of Otto's case, his tired grunts punctuating them.

"So..." he said, being the one to break the silence. "That wa-hup!-was a pretty good mov--movie, huh?"

Atticus gave him an incredulous look followed by a measured, and lazy, back-handed slap to his chest.

Otto cackled followed by a, "HEE'YUP! Oh! Mm. I deserved that," as he rubbed his chest with a soft smile.

"Ready to go home?" Atticus asked, finally finding their voice.

"Mm. Yeah. That was hmk!-That was a good date night, hm?" he commented as he zipped himself up carefully, buckled himself in, and started the car.

"Yeah," Atticus agreed. "We should do it again some time."

The writer grinned as they buckled their own seat belt.

"Ha!" Otto exclaimed, shaking his head.

"I can't," Atticus said, laughing as Otto started to navigate out of the parking lot, "I can't believe that guy asked if you were okay!"

They laughed harder now.

"I know!" Otto agreed and took a moment before he turned out onto the street to hold his hands over his face as he huffed in amusement. "Oh my god, I was so embarrassed! It was so loud! Man..."

He shook his head and looked to Atticus. Atty started wheezing with laughter again at the thought of everything that had happened. Otto joined them, face red as uncontrollable giggles and snorts took him over before, "HUCK!"

"Dammit!" he exclaimed, hand back on his chest as if to catch the other hiccups as they bombarded him. "Huck!-uh. H'muuuck!-ugh!"

Atticus continued to giggle at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Aw-ww-ww," they said between laughing. "It's okay. We have apple cider vinegar at home. Heh. Oh man."

Atticus wiped tears from their eyes as they watched him bang his forehead lightly against the steering wheel.

Fortunately, the hiccups faded before they got back, the revived case not near as strong as the initial one. But they could never drive past that theatre again without either bursting out in laughter or one of them succumbing to giggles.