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So I finally finished watching a specific anime I've been watching and during the movie that apparently was a thing, the only thing I could think about was stoic secret agent has the hic kink, his assassin fake wife gets hiccups one day and his stoicism is just shot. He gets immediately flustered, a stammering mess. Their telepath adopted daughter is very confused and concerned, but just trying to hide her telepathic powers from her parents.

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June Hicth Prompt: Part 1.5 The Missing Scene

Hey everyone, so in the first part of my June Hicth Prompt story, there was a part near the end, which spoilers if you haven't read it, that referenced Tel going to our favorite clockmaker's shop to pick up the beautiful watch he'd ordered for Dorian as an apology/Christmas gift. Well... @writingforfishes and I collabed on how we thought that interaction would pan out. Lo and behold, this beautiful 13k word work of art was roleplayed, edited, and now shared for the community to see!

Our characters today are Tele.machus, Otto, and Mitch

CW:

Hiccups

Fast hiccups

Tiring hiccups

Mention of arousal

Mention of missing parent

Mention of homophobia

Young man crying and being vulnerable

Otto being supportive

Otto adopts a 20 year old (/hj)

Found family trope, my beloved

Tangents including Napoleon, ADHD statistics, and more!

Encore of hiccups due to excitement

Long adorable story.

Mention of alcoholism (very slight)

Cloud's amazing ability to edit a very disjointed rp session! (Aww, shucks - ☁️)

Thank you again @writingforfishes for collabing this idea with me! It was a blast!

And now, without further ado, we bring you...

June Hicth Prompt part 1.5: Tele.machus Picks Up His Watch

Usually, Otto went to his shop in the back of a Watch and Jewelry store around once a week to work on more delicate pieces from customers. More often than not Otto worked out of his house, but for special customs and older more delicate watches he and the owner of the store had an agreement so he could have access to an area separate from the messier larger clock movements to work in. Otto paid a considerably low rent on the space, and he helped Mitch with older watch repairs and tricky battery changes. It was a pretty symbiotic relationship, and some months Mitch even told Otto he didn't have to pay for all the work he'd done for the store.

Otto was at the store a lot this past month after receiving a really interesting request for a custom watch from a young guy out of the city who'd found him online. Now, he finally got to unveil the final product, though he'd been sending progress pictures.

He was excited to work with a younger member of the queer community. He'd even asked Atticus to review his designs before committing to them. They had been very helpful in nailing something down for the design and suggesting changes.

Otto had bought some supplies off of Mitch to complete the vision. It actually ended up being a surprisingly cheap build and Otto was excited for Telemachus to see what it looked like and sounded like (or didn't sound like) in person.

This had also, a bit unfortunately, already been a bit of a hiccup-y day. But Otto was learning to be more comfortable with his body's inclination for hiccups and, regardless, the meeting had already been scheduled. Even while he waited for Telemachus to arrive as he chatted with Mitch near the front of the store, he felt pressure in his throat just waiting to trigger a case.

He'd told the kid to meet him at the front, and he'd take him back to his shop to see the watch.

Tele.machus felt his heart pounding excitedly at the thought of picking up Dorian's apology gift as he drove down the highway. He couldn't wait to see the official product in person. He'd seen all of the progress shots and loved every photo.

He really hoped that Dorian would forgive him for avoiding them and giving them the silent treatment. They didn't deserve that. In Tele.machus' eyes, they deserved the world.

Making his way to the exit, he turned down his radio and leaned up to focus. He didn't want to get lost, knowing how bad he was with directions—unknowingly, just like his father.

Spotting the building, he smiled and parallel parked right in the front. Turning off the Altima, he sent a quick text to his mom to let her know he'd made it safely before grabbing his keys and sky blue wallet with clouds decorating it. He got out of the car, locked it, and opened the door to the shop.

He spotted two guys chatting near the front and slightly felt his heart pound nervously before awkwardly walking over to them. He cleared his throat, "erm, e-excuse me, sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a Mr. Otto?" He fidgeted with the bottom of the black hoodie he was wearing.

The shorter one, bald with dark skin and an incredibly well-groomed goatee, subtly signaled Otto as he stood leaned up on one of the displays to chat with him as Tele.machus entered. By the time the young man had alerted him, Otto had already turned around and given him a grin making sure to reel his features in to give an open and friendly look.

"Hey, man! Hey, good to meet you in person. This is Mitch. He owns this place. Let's me squat in the back sometimes," Otto said as he came up to Tele.machus and held out a hand.

"Uh, yeah, hey, nice to meet you too, sir," Tele.machus smiled shyly back, taking the hand and shaking it, his palms slightly sweaty. "Thank you again for making the watch, I really appreciate it. I can't wait to see it."

"Don't let this guy humble himself. The watch you're getting from him is probably the most bad-ass watch I've ever seen. I'm jealous..." Mitch said, voice smooth and easy.

Otto laughed, a little embarrassed. He also swallowed thickly as he felt a shift in the pressure in his throat. He tucked his head while doing this, pushing against the spasm starting.

Tele.machus noticed Otto tucking his head, but made no comment, thinking it could potentially be a tic of some sort. 'He's tall...' he thought to himself.

With Tele.machus being 5'11", he'd always been the tallest person in the room. It was somewhat intimidating to have someone taller than him, but his smile and friendly demeanor reassured him that he wasn't a threat.

"Eh, don't listen to him. I pay him money to squat, so he's not exactly impartial," he said as he forced a swallow again with some effort.

"Hey, do me a favor real quick and say your name?" Otto asked. "I just want to make sure I pronounce it right. And, sorry, remind me of your pronouns?"

"Oh, um, it's Tele.machus (pronounced Te-lem-a-kus), but if it's easier, just Tel is cool too. And, uh, I use he/him pronouns, thank you. Can you remind me of yours, too?" He smiled shyly.

"Tele.machus," Otto said easily. "Nah, I think I can handle that. He/him for me. I think I remember, I can't be sure, you referred to your friend Dorian as...them? My partner's nonbinary."

Tele.machus nodded, "yeah, they use they/he pronouns and your partner's nonbinary? That's really cool."

He smiled, blushing slightly at the thought of someday referring to Dorian as his partner. Butterflies filled his stomach and he quickly shook his head. 'Focus, Tele.machus, no zoning out,' he scolded himself internally.

Otto put a hand on his chest as the pressure he associated with his hiccups became sharper. Nah, he decided, there was no way he was going to avoid a case, now. Of course, they'd shown up when a customer was present.

"Also, you can just call me Otto. No need for mister or sir-HUM'K!," Otto stopped as the hiccups started and looked a little world weary for it. "Exc—scuse me!-Hip!"

He patted his chest as he muffled a cluster with mild frustration.

"And just Otto," he corrected, "you got-" he'd heard the first hiccup and froze in his tracks. His mouth opened slightly, eyes glossed over as more hiccups followed. His heart was pounding and racing even more. He closed his eyes and silently took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Oh-Hup'k!-sor—ry ab—bout the-Hip!-these. Been Himp'k!-ge—etting them Hu'ulp!Hilp! getting them a—all da—ay!" Otto said apologetically. "C'mo—on back. Hilmp!"

Otto made a gesture for Tele.machus to follow him and gave a smirking Mitch a good-natured glare that looked a lot less good-natured with Otto's features as they passed him.

Mitch just chuckled and shook his head.

Clearing his throat, Tele.machus quietly followed his lead to the back, observing the way his body jolted with every hiccup. Running a hand down his face, he forced himself to try and keep a calm demeanor, "i-it's okay...they sound r-rough...are you a-alright?" He'd tried to look around through the store to find something else to focus on, but nothing quite piqued his interest more than the hiccuping man in front of him.

"Y—yeah yeah-Hulp!-uh. Jus—st annoy-Hingk!" Otto said as he turned toward the nervous kid. He hoped his hiccups weren't somehow making the inherent anxiety Tele.machus seemed to have worse.

"Pro—bably more s-Himp!-so for Hngk! you th—an me. Hmpk!Mk!Hm'mk!Hulp!-uh, par—pardon, jeeze Hu'ulp!" he said, trying to just get through the conversation without paying them much mind, but they were putting on a show today.

Tele.machus could barely focus on anything, thinking, ‘annoying's not the word I'd use...calm down, you can get through this.’ He cleared his throat, going for his go-to conversation starter for someone with hiccups, "D-Dorian gets them a lot too...they, um, hold their breath to cure them...m-maybe that'd work for you?"

Otto chuckled lightly, shaking his head at Tele.machus' hiccup cure suggestion.

"That's no—not rea—eally something Hulmpk!-uh, that wor—orks for me. Hilp!" Otto said, thinking, 'Understatement of the year.' "They'll se—ettle down Hyump!-uh, in a li—ittle wh-Huck!-little while. I kn—ow they c-Humk!-can be dist—racting. Sor—ry abo—about that! Hulp!"

'Distracting...but in the best way,' Tele.machus thought to himself. He wanted to offer another cure, but didn't push the matter. "That's okay...you can't control it." He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about the situation.

Otto put a fist on his mouth at another cluster, muffling it while he retrieved the watch with the other hand.

"Mp!Hm'mp!Hmk!Humpk!Mk!-mm. Rea—eally sor—ry about Hip! about the—ese. Hup! Ah," he groused as he flicked on a bright overhead light and opened the box to Telemachus.

Tele.machus’ eyes widened at all the clusters. How was he going to survive this? His heart felt like it was about to explode. But at the same time, he felt concerned, which somewhat quelled the arousal he was feeling. Did they hurt? Could he breathe? Were they uncomfortable? He wanted to know, but he didn't want to seem weird or too invasive, so he kept quiet and glanced at the watch.

Otto placed the watch level with where the young man could see it the best with the light, right above his spasming stomach.

The Swarovski crystals sparkled to the light he'd turned on.

Tele.machus gasped, letting the watch take up his focus, "holy shit-crap, sorry, that's freaking amazing! It's beautiful..." his gaze wandered to his stomach, feeling himself blushing at witnessing the spasms. He quickly moved his eyes back to the watch, hoping that Otto hadn't noticed his eyes drifting.

Then Otto grinned at Telemachus' reaction, nodding as he stroked his beard excitedly. This was the kind of reaction he loved to see.

Otto hadn't noticed his eye's direction as he was above him. If he had, he might have had a better idea where all this nervousness was coming from.

"I wa—anna tell Hip! tell y—ou a Himpk! lit—tle more abo—bout the mech—anical Hmpk! parts but h—ow does Hulp! does that look? Hm'mpk!" he asked as he handed the open box with the watch inside to Telemachus so the guy could see it without it jumping as Otto hiccuped.

Otto muffled his hiccups again to wait for his reply, putting a fist back over his mouth.

Oh, but Atticus would love hearing about this, he thought wryly.

Tele.machus cleared his throat again, "so sparkly and shiny...it's even prettier in person. It's perfect..." He gingerly took the box, moving it around and examining it with a huge smile on his face. He glanced back at Otto, seeing him muffling his hiccups. He bit his lip and nodded, "that shorter guy was right, this watch is so bad-ass...I hope Dorian likes it..." He looked away distractedly.

The clockmaker nodded at Tele.machus' continued gushing, eyes closing and opening slowly in happiness at his customer's reaction.

"Oof! Hulmpk! Do no—ot let Herp! Mitch he—ear you Humpk! call hi—im short! Got a comp-Huck! complex Nap—oleon would Hngk! be je—ealous of! Higgurp!-mm," Otto paused in thought.

Tele.machus chuckled nervously, "oops, my bad. I'm just kinda used to everyone being shorter than me, so that's my go-to descriptor..." He paused, appreciating the hiccups that were interspersed in his sentence for a moment.

"You're the first person I've seen that's taller than me," he continued, scratching his arm. "Not gonna lie, I was kinda intimidated at first, though, that's with most new people I meet...but anyway, you had, well have such a friendly, happy vibe..."

"Re—really?" Otto said to Tele.machus' comment about his height. "I guess I c-Hmp!-come fr—om a pretty Hulp!Hip! pretty tall fam—family. My bro—brother's 6 Hup! 6'4. My old—older sis-Hip!-ster is you—your height!"

Though Otto definitely understood being one of the taller people in the room, he rarely noticed someone else's height unless it was in the extreme. Mitch, however, at 5'6 seemed very aware of his own desire to be taller.

Tele.machus chuckled softly, "really? I honestly don't even know where my tall genes come from, my mom's 5'6 and from what I've been told about my dad, he's 5'3."

Otto hmm-ed with interest at how short Tele.machus' family seemed to be. He decided it was wise not to comment on the height of his father both because that might've been seen as rude and also because how Tel mentioned it made it seem as though his father might be a sensitive subject. Otto knew a lot about parents being sensitive subjects.

"I wo—ork hard Hup'k! on that fri–iendly Huck!-uh, hap–py vi—ibe, by the Hngk! way," Otto said genuinely. "I know I c—an seem Hi'ilp!-uh, pret—ty intimda—dating. Heh. Maybe the hi-Hip!-hiccups hel—help?"

Tele.machus blushed, scratching the back of his neck, the grunts were driving him off the wall, "maybe, I mean, do you always get a c-case with everyone you meet?"

"I do—on't get the-Hilk!-them with ever—yone I meet!" Otto said, amused. "This-Himp'k!-this is just one-Hulp!-one of the da—ays I have th-Hic'mp!-uh, have them off—and on Hi'ulp! So, I gu—uess you should feel priv—privle—ledged to Himpk!Huck! see them!-mm"

Otto was trying to hide the discomfort that was building from them continuing so long.

Oh, Tele.machus definitely felt privileged to witness them. It was an honor to be in the presence of such powerful, fast hiccups. He then gasped, unable to hide his curiosity, "off and on? All day? How do you survive?" Then he realized how that question might've sounded and he backtracked, "shit, sorry, y-you don't have to answer that...I didn't mean to get too invasive." He avoided eye contact, feeling slightly ashamed that he'd let his curiosity get the best of him.

Otto chuckled breathily at the exclamation about his hiccups.

"Yeah Huck'uck!-uh. I actu—ually get that Hrmk!-uh, reaction a l—ot. Just Hmk! just how I hiccup Humgk!" he said lightly. "Fort—unately I don't Mgk!Hmk!-mm, get them thi—is frequent—ly every d—day. Usually it's just Huh! just a few min—utes a cou—couple times a we-Heek!-uh, with m—my morning Mgk! morning coffee."

Tele.machus smiled and nodded at the explanation, "that's a relief...I don't think I could handle that much stimulation...but coffee causes your case?" He tilted his head. "That's really interesting...is it iced or hot coffee?" He made a mental note to add this to his list of things to attempt induction sometime.

"Uh, hot-Hingk!" he answered about the coffee, clearing his throat at the higher pitched hiccup. "I usu—ally get too Hmph! too excited a—and don't Hulp! let it co—ool down eno—ough."

He chuckled at himself at this and shook his head.

Tele.machus chuckled quietly and nodded, "noted- hey, maybe if you're in my area, by some random chance, there's this really nice café that just opened up! And get this!" His eyes lit up with excitement and he bounced slightly, "so you know those cat cafés where they have cats roaming around? Well, this one's dog themed! It's a dog café!" He cleared his throat, realizing his volume increasing. He quieted down slightly. "But, um, a-anyway, I haven't had the chance to go there yet, but I've heard that the coffee there is top tier. The name of it was...uh, I think it was something like Paws and Noms...no, Pawprint Café?...nah, I can't think of it now that I've brought it up...but I can totally let you know whenever I get back home."

Otto nodded excitedly with Tele.machus but decided to circle back to the café later as they continued their conversation.

"Actu—ually," he continued, recalling their previous conversation about heights, "di-Hip!Hup!-uh did y-Hulp!-you know Hmp!Hmk!Hm'mp!-sorry, did Hulp! you kn—ow Napo—Napoleon was-Hngk! wasn't shor—ort at all? He wa—as how-Hup!-ever a li—little pri-Hic!"

Tele.machus scratched the back of his neck, realizing how sweaty and hot he was getting–and not just from hearing the hiccups that were running the show. He removed his hoodie, revealing a cream colored, turtleneck sweater.

Otto noticed Tel's disrobing and nodded empathetically.

"The Hulp! one th—ing I don't Humpk! love ab—out this ro—oom is how ho-Hock!-hot it gets! Hmp! I kee—eep the wind-hup!-dow open but Hmp!Hu'ulp!-mm, it sti—ill runs Hyulp! runs hot. So do—So do I, though," he said as he silenced a few more hiccups behind his lips.

"Ohhh, if it's this hot during Winter, then I can't even imagine how bad it gets during the Summer," Tele.machus cringed slightly. He was more of a Spring and Autumn enjoyer. Summer was too hot and Winter was too cold. Though the idea of cuddling up in a big cozy blanket with Dorian as they watched Christmas movies and drank hot cocoa did sound like quite the enjoyable date night.

Tele.machus shook his head, getting ahead of himself.

The clockmaker made a face to indicate Summers were not, in fact, his favorite. But then he watched the kid drift off a little and patiently waited for him to come back.

Wrapping his hoodie around his waist, Tele.machus remembered Otto's fun fact about Napoleon. Shocked, he gasped, "he wasn't? Wait, then why was he always depicted that way?"

"Y—yeah, so, ab-Huck!-about Napol—eon. Ju—ust like tod—day's rulers Hmp!Mk! he liked t—to make Hup! for hi—is inadequa—cies by Hurp! by surro—ounding himself Hm! with taller so—soldiers. So, he lo—looked shor-Erk!-ter. Als—so noth—ing says impot-Hilp!-impotence bett—er than sho—ort jokes! Higgulp!-scuse me!"

Otto rubbed his chest a little. The hiccups didn't hurt, but damn they were fast today. He was definitely getting a workout, and this poor kid was having to deal with the brunt of it.

Still, there had been something very familiar about how Tele.machus was reacting, and Otto couldn't quite place a finger on it, yet.

Tele.machus listened to Otto's spiel on Napoleon, but found himself more fixated on the hiccups. Typical. He noted how they'd seemed to be a bit rougher, maybe deeper? He then noticed him rubbing his chest. Concern showed on his face, "a-are you sure you're ok?"

Apparently, Otto hadn't been as subtle as he thought when Tele.machus asked if he was okay.

"Yeah-Huck!," he answered with some frustration. "Just tak—ing them a Hup!-uh, a li—ittle while to let—let off the gas Huck'a! on my dia—diaphragm. Hulmp'k!-mm, I'm good though. Hm!"

Otto pushed his inadequacies with people showing care for him aside roughly as he offered a genuine, though slightly strained, smile.

Tele.machus chuckled softly at his phrasing and nodded when Otto told him that he was good, "if you're sure." He paused for a moment, seeming to be internally fighting with himself before eventually continuing. "You seem like a good guy, so, uh...just wanna make sure you're okay. Sorry if that's kinda weird to say, I know we just met and all, but, um..." He trailed off, blushing as he suddenly remembered his childhood.

His mom would tell him he'd always compliment the most random people, regardless of what kind of day they were having. The reactions would differ, some grateful for the comments, others weirded out. But apparently, he hadn't grown out of it.

At his explanation of just wanting to make sure he was okay Otto nodded.

"Yeah y'—y'know, I used to Hulp! get really," Otto paused as his head tucked a couple times in silent hiccups and he patted his chest. "Sorry, really def—defensive about Hupk'ah! about people Mk! saying that? Took me a whi—ile to realize Hmk!Huck!-uh, realize they were—weren't annoyed Whip! with me, but concer—cerned."

Tele.machus frowned softly and nodded, "just know, if by some random chance in the future, I'm picking up another watch from you and you happen to have, um...a case, I promise I'm not annoyed at all." -Quite the opposite, actually- went unsaid.

At Tele.machus' assurance Otto smiled.

"That's g—good to know. Huap!-uh. Hopefully Hmk! hopefully it wo—won't be too com—mon an occurrence Hm'mmk!-mm." Otto said. Though he still wondered if the kid would've preferred that.

Otto smiled and waved Tele.machus over to where he sat at his work bench, bending the overhead light toward him.

Tele.machus bit his lip at the thought of being so close to him while the hiccups were still going steady. He cleared his thoughts, took a silent deep breath in and silently exhaled out before heading over.

"Lem—me sho-Huck!-uh, show y—you some th-Hingk!-s about th-Hilp!-this watch. Ha—have you Humpk! ever owned a me-Hilp!-mechanical w-Hup!-watch before? Hm'mk!" he asked.

Every time he hiccuped, now sitting, his stomach jolted out under his button-down shirt and his head tossed back. But Otto didn't seem particularly bothered by the movements.

Seeing the hiccups in a new angle now reignited the flame and Tele.machus just stood there, staring and malfunctioning for a moment, before realizing what he was doing and blushing profusely. He started rambling, "erm, s-sorry, I, uh...got lost in thought...I've been told I do that a lot...that's how I got my nickname Daydreamer in high school- mom thinks I may have some form of ADD, but none of the teachers at school pointed anything out when I was a kid, so she left it alone- sorry, rambling, but anyway, uh, what was the question? Sorry..." He looked away, trying to refocus his ongoing thoughts onto the task at hand.

"Oh ye—yeah? AD-Hup!-ADHD. Dia—gnosed but Hulp! untre—eated. Well-Himp!-at least no—not health—ily. Hyumpk!-uh. Uh-no-Hi'ulp!-it's co—ool. Probably hard to Hmp! understand m—e with these Huck! these hiccups an-Hu'ulp!-anyway. I think they're-Hump'k!-finally start—ting to calm do—down. A little, at least Huck!-uh."

Otto took a bit of a breath and rubbed his sternum. It was just starting to get sore. He took a sip of his water bottle and put it back down on the floor. It had no effect on his hiccups, but it quenched his throat from the dryness.

"Mm-Hmpk! They don't hur-Herp!-hurt or anything. Huh! But, sometimes Huh'uh! when they get that fa—ast they can g—get exhausting. Hilp! Anyway!" Otto said as he slapped his hands together and rubbed them, trying to get back on topic. Two people with ADHD was proving a special sort of challenge. "Have you Hulp! ever owned a mech—anical watch before? Hu'ulp!" he asked.

Tele.machus shrugged, "I can understand you, don't worry. Dorian gets these fast h-hiccups all the time and so I, um, guess I've got practice in that department." He stammered on the word, but hoped it wouldn't be noticed. Or just chalked up to nerves.

Unintentionally ignoring the question, he continued on his tangent. "But, um, yeah...I was kind of in the top of my class my entire education, so...n-not that people with ADHD can't be in the top of the class...but I think that's what threw the docs off maybe? Cuz I was doing my own bit of research and the percentage of students with ADHD that drop out of high school is roughly 33% and for those who do graduate and go onto college, statistics have said that only 15% actually complete the 4 year degree..." Tele.machus blinked, realizing his tangent.

As Tele.machus info-dumped about his research on ADHD, Otto smiled again as he found himself developing a fondness for the kid.

"Oh ye—ah?" Well, Hu'uck!-uh, I actually wasn't ter—terrible in school. Hm'km! When I cou—ould focus. But I did dr—op out of Hump'k!-uh, college. Granted, that cou—could've been the Hurgk!-mm, alcohol—ism of it a—all!" Otto said with a little bit of a shrug.

Tele.machus cleared his throat sheepishly, looking away and blushing, "or, uh, we just never went to the right doctors. But um, right, anyway, the watch!...um, no, I haven't. I don't know the first thing about watches if I'm being honest." He kept his mouth shut, ready to focus on what Otto was going to explain.

He found Otto so easy and nice to talk to, even with the hiccups having distracted him slightly. He still very much enjoyed seeing the way Otto's body responded to every hiccup, the variety of it all added to the experience. He smiled, just happy to be here at the right time.

And at Tele.machus reminding him of his actual goal of showing how the watch works, Otto started.

"Yes! Hup!-ugh," Otto was starting to get a little tired of hiccuping, to be honest. "The watch! C'mere le—emme show you Ulp!-uh, show you ho—ow to tell Dorian Hmpk! to work th—is baby!"

But then Otto remembered that Tele.machus had tripped over the word 'hiccups' earlier and everything started to fall in place. Otto's eyes widened a little, but he tried to keep his face neutral to the suspicion. Still, he couldn't help but think of Atticus and their own idiosyncrasies when it came to witnessing hiccups in himself or someone else. Excitement at the possibility turned to sympathy.

He realized he could just be reading into things, but the awareness of the possibility put him on a slightly higher level of alert for any further indication and made him momentarily play back the previous parts of Telemachus' interaction to find any further clues. Finally, he remembered to reply. He decided to attempt a little investigating, first.

"So, you mentioned Hi'ulp! Dorian's hiccu—ps," he said as casually as he could. "Att—icus, my partner Hulp! found o—out pretty H'gulp!-mm, pretty quick—ly how prone I Humpk! I am when th—they moved in Higgurp!Hulp!-scuse me, moved i—in with me."

Otto smiled at the memory.

"Fort—unately it di—dn't bother them HUULP!-Jeez! Sorry!" Otto exclaimed, hand over his mouth.

Tele.machus hadn't noticed Otto's eyes widening in realization due to him running a hand down his face. Though, he nodded at his mention of Dorian and his story about Atticus, smiling slightly, "that's pretty accurate for me too, honestly...Dorian's had many cases throughout our first semester...at least it seemed like a lot to me. I'm not as...prone to them as I used to be, so maybe it's just a matter of comparison between myself and them? But, um, with them being my dorm mate, I hadn't realized someone could just...do it so easily, no, that's not the right word...constantly, yeah, that's the one..." He'd tried to avoid the word again so as to not fumble over it again.

Tele.machus' eyes widened slightly and he squeezed the sleeves of his hoodie around his waist at the sound of that loud hiccup, "y-you're good, man. And, uh...that's good that they're fine with this." Tele.machus thought that Atticus was lucky to be able to witness hiccups like these occasionally. To be fair, he had Dorian as a dorm mate for now, but he knew that probably wouldn't last forever...unless he'd gather the courage to ask them out.

Otto merely smirked at Tele.machus' unknowing understatement of how okay Atticus was with his hiccups.

Tele.machus seemed to be internally fighting with himself again, a conflicted look on his face. He turned to Otto, "um..." then he saw the watch in his peripherals and completely switched gears, "never mind, sorry, you've been trying to tell me about this watch for a bit and we keep getting derailed. I'll, um...ask you later." He blushed somewhat embarrassedly before walking a bit closer to Otto so he was next to him.

Otto then got ready to launch into his spiel but paused at Tele.machus' aborted question.

"Ok—okay but, Hm'mk!-uh, that see—eemed like an import—ant question so-Hulp! definitely Huck! don't let it go unas—asked, kay?" Otto asked.

Tele.machus smiled softly and nodded, "I'll keep it in the most important place in my brain. Promise."

"Okay. Hulgk!-uh," Otto took a breath and prepared himself to battle hiccups through his explanation. "So-Humpk!, I was able to use the b—base of an old Hulp! old Seiko watch I've had f—or ages. Hu'urgk!-uh It's an automatic swe—eeper. That means Huck! instead of the—the secondhand Huggulk! ticking, it sweeps acr—across. And, listen, Mk! nothing is gonn-Ulgk!-gonna completely cut-Ergk! out the tick-Hic! tock," he chuckled at the timely interruption, "I know you Hmgk! you said Dorian likes a-Huh! quiet watch. But this should-Mk!-I mean, it should be—be a lot less with Hip! this one. Makes it a l—little heavier though because Hmk! I put some stuff to dampen the sound a little more Hm'mgk!-uh.”

The boy listened to Otto's explanation of how the watch was created, nodding occasionally to show he was listening. He made a conscious effort not to zone out, but the passion in Otto's voice drew him in more, which helped a lot.

"Come over he—here and I'll sh—show you how it works. Hu'ulgk!-mm. It shouldn't need to be hand-wound often as lo—ong as he keeps Huck! keeps wearing it. Wind it once to-Mk! to start. Here, I'll sh-Hup!-show you by giving the wi—winder a few twists. See? Mk! Sweeping second hand. Genius, right? Hmk! Can't take credit for that. I—It was just the watch. Have him give it a fe—ew winds and set it. Might run a little fast Hup! initially but then it'll be pretty accurate. And lemme show you how to set it and all the complications on it. It can be tricky."

When called over, Tele.machus headed to the table and leaned over awkwardly.

As Otto pulled the post of the winder out at various lengths to show Tele.machus how to set it, he also explained he'd included printed out instructions, because it could get a little tricky. He went ahead and set the complications to save the trouble for it.

Tele.machus watched him and already knew he wasn't going to remember most of this. He wished he'd brought a notepad to take notes. Then he heard about the printed out instructions, and thanked him profusely.

"And I want you to feel that automatically wind. Just give it a little shake back and forth and keep your fingers on the back of the case. You feel that vibration?" Otto asked.

Tele.machus did as Otto requested, nodding his head, "yeah, I feel it." His brain instantly supplied him with that one Spong.eBob episode and he quietly snorted at himself.

At Tel's snort Otto gave him a confused look, not quite up on his Spong.ebob references to understand the significance. He suspected it was related to something he was too old to understand, so he didn't pursue asking about it but was still amused at the reaction.

Tele.machus blushed, "sorry, ignore me, my brain is just full of memes and cartoons and it reminds me of them in impromptu times." He furrowed his brows, muttering, "did I use that word right?"

At the kid's question about word-usage he sort of wished Atticus was here, but he'd give it a try.

"I don't think it works in that sentence. Like, okay," Otto put his hands up in explanation," impromptu sort of means you're creating something out of nothing. Like, a stack of pillows can be an impromptu bed, right? But I get the gist of what you're trying to say. Uh...I think maybe a better word would be random?" He frowned a little but nodded. "You're not creating the times the memes strike you, you're being reminded of the memes at the times someone says something that triggers that memory. So, uh, so it's not a creation exactly but...um...it just, like, happens and it comes up in your brain sort of like an intrusive thought?"

Otto's hands moved as he spoke, trying to explain things and realizing they were getting completely off topic, but he was on a roll now.

"So...your brain is full of memes and cartoons that are triggered at....at random times, and you can't help but think of them...I think," he finished a little trepidatiously.

Tele.machus slowly nodded his head in understanding, "ahh, I see. Thank you." He wasn't going to mention the fact that it had been a rhetorical question out loud, not after Otto was kind enough to teach him something new. "You're really smart, hehe."

Otto was, of course, completely oblivious to it having been a rhetorical question and was just excited to be able to teach someone something. But he scoffed at Tele.machus' compliment.

"Nah, I just know a bunch of stuff," Otto said. "It's just what happens when you get old."

"Old?" Tele.machus looked confused, this entire time, he'd thought Otto was in his thirties. "Wait, how old are you?" He blinked at the bluntness of his own question. "Uhhh, or a range if that's more comfortable for you..."

Otto chuckled at the question of his age.

"I'm turning 46 this year," he said with a grin. "Trust me, that's a big fucking deal. Pardon the language. Didn't think I'd get past 30, to be honest."

Otto was really surprised and proud of himself for existing this long after all he'd experienced and done to his body.

Tele.machus' eyes widened and jaw dropped, "holy- you're gonna be 46?! I swear...I thought you were 35...still, I don't think you're old. Old is like...I dunno, 80?" He chuckled amusedly.

Otto shrugged at the kid telling him he looked younger. It was sweet, but, as he rubbed the back of his head, he didn't really believe it.

"But anyway, about the watch, that's pretty much the basics," he said. Then he made a face of realization and put a hand on his chest and took a very deep breath. "Oh! Finally! Whew. Those hiccups were kind of kicking my ass."

He admitted this as he took another drink from his water and put it back down on the ground.

Tele.machus had also noticed and couldn't help the feeling of both relief and slight disappointment. The relief was overpowering at this point, only because despite what Otto had said, those hiccups sounded painful, or at the very least uncomfortable. "Good, it must've been the distraction. Glad you were able to shake them off." He also took a deep breath, taking a moment to recuperate, shaking his legs, then his arms, careful not to hit anything.

Otto agreed with Tele.machus' relief at his hiccups being gone with a meaningful nod.

"Okay, so. I sourced the crystals from here, actually. The band is adjustable but let me know if there's any problems with sizing. Little thing but tell Dorian to wear it a little looser in the summer. Sweat builds under the dial and can cause some issues if it's too close to the skin. Um...any questions about the watch before you ask what you had wanted to ask before?"

But he interrupted that line of thought to pick up another before Tele.machus could answer.

"Wait, one more thing. So that initial quote I gave you went down a lot when I realized I already had so much of what I needed. And, you know, it's Pride month too, so I'm gonna give you a discount for that, too. Plus, you seem like a cool kid. Eh, I'm softer than I look. How's that on price?" Otto asked as he gave Telemachus a piece of paper with the new price quote on it.

Tele.machus furrowed his brows, stopping him for a moment, “wait, but- it's January.”

Otto paused at the realization, “well, shoot, uh, you know what? June? January? They both start with J, so what the heck? Super Early Pride Month discount for you, kid.”

Tele machus chuckled softly, amused at his logic. “If you say so.”

"Anyway, it's still pricey, I know. And if you need to break it up into payments, that's totally fine. I so rarely get people as young as you actually wanting a nice watch so I would love to work with you, if you need. I don't know your situation, but whatever you need," Otto added.

"Summer time, loosen it, got it," Tele.machus repeated. "Um...I think I'm all good- well, actually, it's less about the watch and more of a career choice question, uh...how exactly did you get into clock-making? I mean, you truly found your calling, did you always know?"

He then took the paper Otto handed him, read the new price and his eyes widened, "that's it? That's really all you want for this masterpiece? I brought the original amount we agreed on. I don't mind paying it. Really, you deserve it all." He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out the cash he had organized.

After Otto responded to the kid's reaction to the price, "No no, kid, listen. You keep that extra cash," he said, divvying out the difference and giving it back, "and donate it to whatever charity you want. This is good, promise."

The boy reluctantly took the extra cash back, "are you sure? Do you at least accept tips?" He looked at Otto with puppy dog eyes.

"You're good!" Otto insisted with a grin as he pushed the money back. "Seriously! Keep the money, kiddo, that reaction at the watch was tip enough. Besides, if you're gonna come back for something else then I'm happy to accept a little less for a return customer.”

Tele.machus smiled shyly back at him, "thank you, seriously, that means a lot." He puts the extra money back in his wallet to use for a gift bag potentially. "And yeah, I'm definitely keeping you in mind for Christmas and birthdays." He chuckled.

Otto grinned and nodded at Tel's promise to patron him again. Somehow, he didn't doubt him.

He then tackled the larger question, "How did I get started in clockmaking? Wow. Um. Here," Otto said and pulled a rolling stool over for Tele.machus to sit on so the guy didn't have to keep standing. Once Tele.machus sat on the stool, he began, "Well, that's, um. Huh. So...so actually it's a family thing sort of. My dad had a pretty lucrative hobby in it that had been passed on from his dad and so on. He taught me when I was really young. Like...I think I was 6 when I first remember learning stuff? Then when I was 8, my dad passed away and I sort of left it behind.”

"Uh...so I'm a recovering alcoholic, first of all. I...when I got into recovery I realized I didn't know what to do with my life? My uncle was very kind and allowed me to rent out, and then buy, a relative's house for a really fair price. Like crazy low. And there were all these old clocks, and it sort of reignited my passion for it that I felt when I was a kid."

Otto shrugged a little before he continued, unsure if the kid would have any reaction to his recovery, but he wasn't ashamed of it.

"I, uh, I got together with some really nice people who fixed clocks and watches locally, and they sort of helped me learn how to fix all the clocks in my home. From there it...it just came naturally. Took a lot of work but I had a lot of support, so after a few years I was able to start a business out of it. And I, uh, you know I never stop learning. There's always a clock or a watch I've never seen before. So, it's kind of cool to be able to learn something new or how to do things better."

Otto finished with a smile.

Tele.machus listened to the story, completely enthralled by the tale. Well, maybe he shouldn't call it a tale since it was real life. He frowned at the end, "I'm sorry for your loss..." he couldn't help but think about his own dad. At least Otto had closure, knowing that his dad was gone. With his own father, he didn't know whether he was dead or lost somewhere. Shaking his head back out of his thoughts, he smiled slightly, continuing, "...and I'm glad you were able to have a recovery and a support system that helped you out. And like my mom says, it's always awesome to keep an open mind about learning new things and improving your craft. Though, I haven't seen much of your previous work in too much detail, other than pics I've seen on your website, but I'd say you've definitely peaked.”

Otto nodded to Tel's response to his story. He didn't really have much to add, though laughed when he said Otto had peaked. He hoped it wasn't all downhill from here, though he didn't say that out loud.

"Uh, can I...can I ask you something? And you don't have to answer if you don't want to," Otto said.

Tele.machus grinned and nodded curiously, "yeah, of course, let's hear it!" He chuckled and looked at Otto with sparkling eyes.

"Okay," Otto said and took a breath as he tried to figure out how to approach the topic sensitively.

"So, Dorian. Your friend," he said, hands spread wide again and gesticulating, "Dude, this person sounds pretty amazing, right? And even with the discount, this is not a cheap gift for a friend. Is there-mmm-maybe something more there? And if I'm reading the situation wrong, please tell me, okay? Just...feels like...I mean..."

Otto squinted at Tele.machus for a reply as he trailed off biting his lip.

Tele.machus' eyes widened and he blushed and looked away, "I-I mean...that actually really ties into the question I was gonna ask you. But, um..." He tried to think of how to word things. He took a deep breath before explaining, "so, you know how I was telling you Dorian was constantly getting the, erm, h-hiccups and I'd suggest cures for them...well..."

He looked at Otto, not directly in his eyes, before continuing, "they got them while they were patching me up from a fight- before you say anything, I was defending them and my mother..." He grumbled "homophobic asshole..." before shaking his head. "Uh, anyway, they weren't curing them, a-and...I dunno, I reacted impulsively. I kissed them."

Otto's brow furrowed as the young man told his story. The face he often tried to train to be pleasant and open reverted to how it naturally sat, wide eyed and prominent brow furrowed heavily, though perhaps heavier when he realized Tele.machus had been in a fight in honor of Dorian and against a homophobic bigot.

Tele.machus’ whole face lit up a rosy red and he covered it up, "I kissed him and...I felt them kiss me back. But I released and I...I was embarrassed and scared and I ran away...I avoided them, didn't talk to them the rest of the semester...didn't even message him during winter break."

Tele.machus looked down at the watch as it sparkled, "as an apology, I originally wanted to buy the pins that the homophobic asshole had broken, but everyone was completely sold out or it wasn't available, some nonsense. So I started looking for other meaningful presents, and during my search, I got an ad for your website and...the rest is history."

Unconsciously, Otto’s arms crossed and tightened as the story went on. When Tel mentioned finding his ad, he realized he'd have to thank Atticus for convincing him to put himself online and buy space to show up on social media accounts and search results. He had gotten an influx of customers, but most balked and backed out when they realized the price of his services, not understanding the work and rarity of servicing old watches and, specifically, old clocks.

After telling his story, Tele.machus realized he didn't really answer the actual question. He slapped his forehead, "I went on this whole tangent and didn't give you an actual answer. Geez...my bad." He shook his head, "they're my friend and dorm mate, but...I may have a bit of a crush on them. I want to tell them how I feel, and that's actually what I was gonna ask you."

He glanced back up at Otto, eyes shimmering with hope, "do you potentially have any advice on how to confess your feelings to someone?" Then he backtracked, fidgeting with his fingernails, "i-it's ok if you don't wanna answer...I know I could ask my mom, but she doesn't know I'm bi and I don't want her asking questions...not trying to guilt trip you or anything, sorry- just gonna...stop rambling." He clamped his mouth tightly and looked at Otto, awaiting anxiously for his reply.

Finally, the kid got to his question and Otto's expression released a little, became wider and more open. He made an effort to make his features softer again as his shoulders released their tension a little.

He was even closer to assuming Tel had the same kink as Atticus as he smiled at the story.

"A crush on them, huh?" Otto said a little sassily, "Never woulda guessed."

He winked.

Tele.machus blushed and looked down, smiling sheepishly, "yeah, I know...as if I'm still in high school. Embarrassing, right?"

"So, first of all, before we get into a subject I have historically failed every time except one, that was really brave of you to fight for Dorian and your mom and, maybe most importantly, the queer community. Stupid, but brave as hell. Those two things go hand-in-hand. So, kudos to that and also, man, don't do that again, okay? You can replace a pin, but you can't replace you."

He said this firmly, but compassionately, as he jabbed his finger into Tele.machus' chest.

Tele.machus bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck, "thanks...and I won't make it a habit...I dunno, something snapped inside of me, I promise I'm not normally like that...I'm not a fighter." He nodded at the wise words, another sparkle in his eyes.

"Also, sorry about the touch. I didn't ask consent. I got wrapped up in the adult speech of it all.”

"It's, um...it's ok," Tele.machus' voice cracked, eyes brimming slightly. He didn't know why he was latching onto this stranger—acquaintance at least he'd say. He blamed it on the fact that his father was absent for most of his life. He didn't blame him, of course, he was out fighting for the betterment of the country. Still, to get a speech from a guy around the age his father probably was...it threatened to bring tears to his eyes. "S-sorry, just...need a moment, gosh, I'm making an embarrassment out of myself." He wiped his eyes.

Then as Tele.machus became emotional, Otto tried to hide his concern as his face softened a little.

"You're okay," he answered softly as Tele.machus' eyes moistened. He smiled encouragingly. "Take your time, man."

Tele.machus sniffed weakly, wiping his nose with his arm, cringing before wiping the snot onto his hoodie. "Th-thanks."

“Uhhh, anyway, as far as your crush. Heh. Seems like hiccups are what brought you together, huh?" he smiled wryly. "Like I said, I don't have an outstanding track record in relationships, save for this last one with Atticus. I guess...be honest? And-and be open about who you are and what-er-you might like about this person."

Once he was back in control of his emotions, Tele.machus cleared his throat, "again, sorry about that...but um, y-yeah, kinda seems like it...that's kinda what initiated our first kiss, huh?" Tele.machus chuckled quietly, blushing slightly at just noticing that fact. He nodded, "honesty is the best policy, huh? Keep things open..." He nodded thoughtfully.

Though, he noticed that the wording was odd, but didn't mention anything.

Little did he know, Otto was dancing around the assumption of Tel's hiccup kink trying not to say it.

"I mean, with Atty and I it was really unexpected. Atticus is asexual and I...eh...I guess now that I know the terms, I'm maybe demisexual? Still sorting that out and it's not terribly important in our relationship. Uh, all that to say they're also demi...romantic? Is that right? Eh, basically they were nervous because while they liked me they didn't know if they'd ever be in love with me the same way I might be, and definitely am, with them. But-uh-I realized as time went on that I was okay with that possibility cause all I wanted was to be with them and have them love me in whatever way they could.

"Turned out working pretty well. We got married, uh, and have been together for...wow...four years? We'll be married two years at the end of this year.

"Anyway," Otto waved his hands around and shook his head. "I'm rambling. I do that. We...I guess we both do. Heh. Um, the point is we were both honest with each other. When Atty moved in I found out some...things. But they told me upfront as soon as they came up. And...those...things ended up really enriching our relationship."

Tele.machus was once again enthralled with the love story, watching excitedly. "Awww, four years together? That's awesome! Congratulations! What a great love story." He smiled, genuinely happy for them.

He was instantly curious as to what Otto had found out, but he knew that was probably personal and not something that could be disclosed. He still smiled, happy that things were working out with them.

Otto winced. He was dancing around the subject to the point that it was annoying him, but he didn't want to scare Tele.machus off if he was right and he didn't want to scare Tele.machus off if he was wrong and telling the kid about his partner's hiccup kink was offensive.

Tele.machus heard Otto wince, and looked concerned, "everything ok?"

Otto waved off Tel's concern for his wince before he continued trying not to make a big deal of the reaction he'd hoped the kid hadn't seen.

"Um, yeah, so just be honest? And if Dorian likes you even after that honesty? Then, hell, I think you have someone you could spend the rest of your life with," he said. "No pressure."

Tele.machus blinked, furrowing his brow again at the odd wording. He nodded his head slowly, "yeah...thank you, Otto...I'll take that into consideration...my honesty..." He stared at the wall, focusing long and hard at what it could mean. Then his eyes sparked with realization and slight fear, thinking to himself, 'does he know? W-was I too obvious? Shoot...now he probably thinks I'm a weirdo, especially with my reaction to his case...aaaahhhhhh' He was kinda freaking out internally, not even realizing his breath was starting to pick up.

It was when Tele.machus started to hyperventilate that Otto feared he'd said the wrong thing.

"Hey, whoa, kiddo. You good? I...shit," he whispered the expletive as he stood up for a moment and left before coming back with a cup of water. "Hey, bud. Here. Um. So...I think I might've said something to trigger this? And I think I know what it was. And I think if I'm wrong about this, this is about to get really awkward really fast and I...I apologize preemptively but...okay, mmm, try to take some deep breaths, Tel. Um. So...when Atticus started living with me, I got the hiccups one morning. They freaked out. I didn't know why. Turns out they...they like hiccups. Eh, and shit, this is only gonna make any sense if you get the-you know-undercurrent of what that means. A-are you freaking out because you like them, too?"

Before Tel could answer Otto continued, stuttering.

"And, and just to-uh-um-just to clarify. If-if you do, that's okay. And you weren't obvious except...that I know Atty so...so that's why I suspected. But-but-but if you have no idea what I'm talking about just...forget everything I just said. Cause...cause it doesn't matter. All that matters is that you keep drinking that water and calming down and...not think I'm a creepy dude who talks about...creepy stuff, heh..."

Tele.machus' eyes focused on the water and he took it, sipping it, removing it from his lips and taking multiple shaky breaths. He looked at Otto and bit his lip. Could he trust him? He looked into Otto's eyes, hearing his reassurance, before he took one more deep breath. He looked away and shyly nodded his head, blushing and covering his face.

Oh gosh, it was out there, one person knew, well two including himself. He wanted to talk about it, but his voice died in his throat, so he just drank more of his water.

"Yeah, okay," Otto responds to the nod. "But, you know, that's okay! That's okay because-because that's not a bad thing! It's just a thing!"

Otto was widening his arms with raised eyebrows and his eyes looked completely unhinged because he wasn't focused on making them look tamer.

"I mean...you know...people get aroused all the time. That's not anything to be embarrassed about. And-and Dorian? Well, if he's anything like me, he's gonna at least be thankful that you don't get annoyed at his hiccuping. I mean, there's something he can do to make you immediately happy. That's pretty awesome, kid. It's a good feeling to know that you can make someone you care about happy with just-just what your body does naturally. But...um...I dunno. How'm I doing with this?"

He doesn't wait for a response.

"You know it's funny...well...maybe not funny. Interesting? Synchronous? Serendipitous? But just a while ago, um, Atty and I met up with another kid...college-aged twenty-something...who felt the same way about hiccups. So, you know, you definitely aren't alone. And it's...really suspicious how that keeps coming up. An-anyway! Uh...shit...I'm rambling. You okay?"

Otto put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a concerned face.

Tele.machus sniffled and swallowed down the rest of his water. He cleared his throat, ready to test his voice, "I...I-I..." At the shaky start, he shook his head and started over, "you're the first person who knows...a-and you don't think it's weird?" Then realized, "wait, your partner likes them too? So you can't think it's weird...but that's your partner, I'm just some random kid buying a watch from you, I...who witnessed your...hhhiiiccups and...could barely focus on anything else..."

He whimpered and squeezed the empty cup, still refusing to look at him, "I-I mean...it's not something I wanna force on them just to make me happy...what if he's not like you? What if they think I'm creepy? Or weird? Or a pervert? And they hate me forever! And never want to see me again! And they switch dorms, or schools, and I'll never see their beautiful face again!"

Otto raised his eyebrows as Tel started spiraling again.

"Hey-hey. Whoa, bud. You haven't even told him yet. And, guess what? You don't have to tell him yet. This is your thing. You can take your time," Otto said and shrugged. "I mean...Atty and I knew each other and were in a relationship, of a sort, for a while before they told me. But if he does have those thoughts that you're creepy or weird, then they weren't someone who was right for you from the get-go. I just know my experience, as someone who doesn't have a hiccup...thing. Hiccups don't bother me. I get them a lot. I'm always going to be prone to them. I don't mind and, hell, a lot of good stuff happens when Atticus and I...enjoy my hiccups together. So, why am I going to hate that? It's a pretty sweet deal, honestly."

The clockmaker chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.

Tele.machus slowly nodded. He was scared to take the chance of Dorian being weirded out by this. If they didn't like it, he thought they would never work out, and he feared that most of all. He wanted their potential relationship to work and last. "They don't seem to bother them either..." He commented, "m-maybe they would be okay...I mean, he doesn't seem like the type to judge..." He thought about it for a bit, then blinked back into the conversation, "wait, good stuff happens? Wha-" then he recalled what arousal usually led to and his eyes widened and he blushed, sputtering out, "oh...OH- really? I-I mean, you're married, that's what married people do, it's, uh, natural, uh-" He'd never been intimate with anyone and rarely ever thought about it. Could this really bridge the gap? If he'd told Dorian and they were fine with it, would he want to...? It gave him something to think about, that's for sure. Maybe he wouldn't die a virgin...not that he cared about that.

Otto gave Tele.machus an amused smile at his realization of the subtext. This kid, Otto thought.

"Also, realistically? Are you ever going to make them get the hiccups for you? No, right? You'd never do that. I know you wouldn't. And if they know you, he knows you wouldn't, too," Otto insisted.

"Of course not, I'd feel way too guilty," Tele.machus pouted, "their cases may be short–though, I don't actually know how long they truly are because I'd have them cure them immediately–but they sound uncomfortable. I wouldn't wanna cause that discomfort...not on purpose, at least."

Otto nodded as his suspicions on Tel's empathy were confirmed.

Tele.machus glanced at Otto, "wait…y-you said you know more people? That...like them? I'm not alone…?" He bit his lip, scratching his arm.

Otto laughed, not cruelly, at Tele.machus' realization.

"I think you need to explore the internet more, bud. You are, most definitely, not alone," Otto said with humor. "There is nothing wrong with you. There are so many other people out there with kinks they're embarrassed by. It's just a weird roulette which one you get, I guess."

Tele.machus immediately blushed embarrassed, "oh, I...I guess I never did check to see if there were others...I was too nervous about it...I'm, um...a bit of a scaredy cat, not gonna lie...but honestly? Talking about all of this with you is...kinda daunting-" he put his hands in front of him as if calming a wild animal, "n-not to say it's bad or I'm uncomfortable. I'm not...I'm actually surprisingly comfortable talking about this stuff with you..." He shut his eyes tight, shaking his head, chuckling at himself. "You're gonna remember me as that one random kid who came in for a watch and came out with an experience."

He immediately felt comforted by the hand on his shoulder. He took another calming breath. He couldn't believe it...he'd told Otto his deepest darkest secret. "Uh...I'm gonna be honest, I'm still kinda freaking out a little...this is all really new to me...telling an acquaintance my deepest darkest was not on my bingo card for this year..." He chuckled at his attempt at humor. "Erm...you're not gonna tell anyone...r-right?"

At Tele.machus' request Otto smiled.

"I might tell Atticus, if that's okay. But no. You're safe. I would get absolutely nothing out of telling someone this random kid's kink. Especially if my partner had it too, which they do." Otto said and sighed, "I'm sorry I exposed you."

Otto thought maybe he should've been less forward about reading Tel's kink and asking about it.

Tele.machus thought about it before nodding his head, "yeah, that's fine. I trust they won't spread anything." He smiled, hoping one day to meet them. At the apology, he shook his head and smiled kindly, "don't sweat it, it's okay. It gave us something else to talk about and...it gave me a bit of reassurance. Sorry I kinda...panicked on you there...hadn't done that since...high school." He chuckled amusedly, that's now two things he hadn't done since high school: hiccup and panic.

"If it helps," Otto said softly. "It doesn't bother me that you saw me with them. I'm not offended. You didn't do anything wrong. You just...felt what you felt. And that's okay. You weren't inappropriate at all. Cause you're a good guy, right? Gawd, I feel like I should just give you this watch at this point!"

Tele.machus sighed in relief and nodded, "it does help, a lot actually, thank you. You've got some top tier h-hiccups there, your partner is sooo lucky." He blushed, "hope that was okay to say, erm-" he cleared his throat and nodded.

"Oddly enough, that's not the first time someone has said that about my hiccups," Otto said with a smirk.

"Really? Oh, I'm guessing Atticus?" Tele.machus raised an eyebrow and smirked playfully.

"Yeah Atticus," Otto said with a laugh and a nod. He loved this kid's pureness.

Tele.machus was chuckling at the last part that sounded more like pleading. "No, no, you're okay! I mean- transaction's complete and everything, but...um, I don't know where I was going with that sentence..." He admitted softly. "I'm just a complete mess today, aren't I?"

"Oh kid," Otto responded to his last nervous comment. "I've been a complete mess and, trust me, you're not even close."

"Definitely feel like one though," Tele.machus chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

Otto sighed and stood up.

"Eh, talk to me when you're half naked behind a breakfast joint covered inexplicably with sliced mushrooms with no memory of how you got there," he said and paused for a beat. "Actually, maybe just don't do that in the first place. Not recommended."

Tele.machus' brows raised, curious about how that happened, but he felt like he'd already pried too much into Otto's life. Instead, he nodded, "I won't...or at least try not to."

"You open to a hug?" Otto asked. He opened his arms preemptively and continued to talk, "And, by the way, I'll remember you as the kid who was very brave and talked about some really scary things and bought a very bad ass watch from me and came back to buy one for all of his friends and told them all about me and yes this is also a shameless plug."

Otto laughed at himself.

Tele.machus ran into Otto's arms, hugging him tightly. He definitely felt like he'd needed a hug and was nervous to ask for one. He chuckled at his shameless plug and smiled, "thank you, Otto. Not just for the hug, but...for everything. The watch, the conversation, for being so understanding and cool about everything."

Otto put a hand to the back of Tele.machus' head as they hugged, smiling at the enthusiasm with which the kid accepted the embrace.

He could recall when even a casual touch felt invasive to him, like he didn't deserve it and didn't know what to do with it. He was grateful he was able to give and receive physical comfort like this now.

"Yeah, of course. Yeah, sure. Don't mention it. I'm just glad I didn't come off as some weirdo, y'know? I kind of have that vibe sometimes," he said with a nervous chuckle.

Tele.machus chuckled and slightly nuzzled into the hug, his hands clinging to the back of Otto's shirt, "nah, I don't think weirdos give this good of hugs. Seriously, man, did you go to school for hugs or something?"

"Uh, something like that," Otto said he let him go with an amused huff.

Just years spent acclimating to positive physical touch via finally having healthy relationships after a lifetime of not. Otto had quickly learned he actually really liked hugs, something he'd never known before.

"Oh! And I need you to send that info about the dog café. I'm extremely allergic to cats and, man, it just makes me so sad I can't have coffee with animals because of histamines, y'know?!" he groused.

Tele.machus gasped and nodded, his eyes sparkling, "oh yeah! That dog café is definitely called The Barking Bean, let me send you the info!" He grabbed his phone and got the info, sending it to their chat.

Otto received the text message with a grin.

"Awesome. I'm really excited about this. And, hey, if Dorian has any issues with the watch or any questions, we can do a Facetime or something," he said. "That watch should be good for a while. But tell me if anything happens. The crystal settings should be solid. I'm pretty confident about that. Um, also, just so you know. I also do engraving. So...you know...if you ever need it engraved to represent...some sort of...development in your relationship?" Otto shrugged innocently. "I could do that..."

"Cool, cool, glad I brought it up!" Tele.machus smiled and nodded, "I'll make sure to let them know and I'll keep you updated. And engraving? Cool, definitely good to know, I'll keep that in mind. If all goes well, you might hear from me sooner rather than later." He chuckled.

"I'm definitely pushing for all going well. And, uh, yeah, let me know how they like it. And how it goes. If you want. I mean, I'm kind of invested now!" Otto said, then continued.

"Um, okay. I think I better get out of here. Honestly? I have at least two more cases to look forward to today so better see if anyone at home is interested in...well," he blushed a little, rubbing the back of his head, "Ahem. Anyway. And you should probably get on the road, yeah? It's, what...jeeze...two hours from here?"

Otto wasn't trying to rush Tele.machus, but the day was getting long, and he was anxious to go back home to Atticus and see if they were...in the right mood. He also didn't want the kid to have to travel back in the dark, if it could be helped.

Tele.machus stood up straighter and smiled sheepishly, "thank you, and yeah, no, I get it!" He chuckled slightly.

Tele.machus gasped and smiled, nodding, "yeah, yeah, of course! Wouldn't want them to miss out on the fun." He smirked slightly teasing. "Two more cases? Love how attuned you are that you know how many cases you're gonna get." He paused and cleared his throat, "But, uh, yeah, it's two hours, but it's alright, I'm good with long distances as long as I have some sort of caffeine in me." He smiled reassuringly.

"Eh," Otto said with a shrug as he started turning off lights and gathering his own things to close up shop. "I usually get at least 4 cases on these days. I've only had two so far. More of an estimation of occurrence based on previous likelihood than being in tune exactly."

Tele.machus nodded his head, "wow...four cases in one day...all as rough as the one I witnessed? Or...does it vary case by case?"

"Em, huh," Otto said as he squinted in thought. "I guess...I guess they vary a little. Never really gave it much thought, honestly. I'll have to ask Atty if they notice. I dunno. They don't usually last too long. Five to ten minutes is pretty average. But I'll get hiccups for thirty minutes to an hour sometimes. One time it was almost five hours. That was rough!"

Tele.machus' eyes widened, "Five Hours!? That's insane, I couldn't imagine...holy shit...what the heck caused those?"

"No idea!" Otto said. "They just wouldn't let up. That's when I realized holding my breath makes them a lot worse. My poor roommate at the time was traumatized."

Otto can laugh at it now as he thought about Mark's face.

"Oh gosh," Tele.machus gasped. He couldn't imagine one of the main cures for hiccups actually being a cause to make them worse. But there was a first for everything. "What a way to find out that a cure doesn't work!”

"Heh, you're tellin' me!" Otto said with a laugh.

"Thankfully Atticus figured out a cure. Then a friend of mine who owns an antique's store gave me another," Otto shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I'm just a hiccup-y guy. It's definitely come with some benefits though. So, I can't complain."

"I'm glad you found yourself a cure," Tele.machus nodded, "when I used to get them, I'd enjoy them for the first couple of minutes and then after a bit, I get annoyed with them, so I can definitely appreciate finding the right cures, hehe."

"Oh yeah?" he said conversationally to Tele.machus' comment on his own hiccups. "Yeah. I swear by apple cider vinegar and if that doesn't work," he swallowed and grunted, "if that doesn't work then a spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of salt, and lemon juice.”

"Huh...then maybe I'll have to try that...if I ever get them again," he looked to the side, somewhat sadly.

Otto noticed Tele.machus' seeming disappointment at his lack of hiccups and silently hoped the kid might get a case again someday. Though, he thought, that was an odd thing to wish on someone. Then again, Atticus' desires were well known to Otto as well.

The clockmaker took the money out of his pocket that Tele.machus had given him and double folded it before putting it into his wallet. He tapped the leather a couple times as a reminder to record the amount officially when he got home. Then he opened the billfold again with a thought.

"Hey! Actually, there's a place a block from here. I have," he said as he fished around the wallet for a second, "a punch card I just filled. Yeah. Here. Free coffee. It's a great place. Small business. Here."

He handed the punched card to Tele.machus.

Tele.machus looked at Otto, jaw dropped, as his brain went on autopilot and grabbed the card. He then shook his head, "Otto...no, no, you worked hard on getting this punch card filled. I couldn't possibly take your free coffee. I appreciate the offer, but please."

He handed the card back to him.

Otto did not take the card back.

"Oh, well, actually with all the money you gave me I just...gee...I probably can't fit that card back into my wallet. Ah well," he shrugged exaggeratedly. "Guess you'll have to keep it. Heh, c'mon kid, it's three to six bucks. I'll be fine. I'll fill another card up in no time. I go there all the time."

Tele.machus sighed dramatically and put the card in his front pocket, "Otto, you're just too good to me. Thank you so much."

Tele.machus looked around, making sure he had everything. He had the watch, his phone, his keys, and his wallet. He nodded comfortably. "Just one last check, I tend to leave at least one thing behind."

"Yeah," he laughed. "I have a system, so I don't forget things. Doesn't always work but..." he grabbed his cardigan and draped it on his arm and flicked his flatcap off the doorknob and placed it on his head, "...I'm a lot better than I used to be. C'mon, I'll walk you out."

"Smart, I should probably come up with a system of some sort," Tele.machus pushed his hair back, "but, um, yeah, thanks." He smiled kindly at Otto, untying the hoodie from his waist and putting it back on.

Otto locked the door of his shop, tapping the door twice, and kept his keys in his hand to open his car when he got out to it.

Tele.machus followed him out and smiled at Mitch, waving at him, "goodbye Mr. Mitch. Nice meeting you. And you were right! The watch is really badass!" He chuckled.

"You headed out, Otto?" Mitch called as they went through the showroom.

"Yeah. This guy's gotta get back on the road and I promised Atty I'd pick up something on the way home I can fix tonight for dinner," Otto said with a smile.

"Alright, man. Drive safe. Hope you don't run into any more...hiccups," Mitch said, teasing.

"Oh? Sorry? Couldn't hear you over all the money in my wallet. From the sale I made today," Otto said as he looked dramatically around at the empty store.

"Okay, yeah, remember rent's due in a couple days, Otto," Mitch continued to joke with a grin.

"Okay, alright. This guy, man. Sorry, kid. Have a good one, Mitch!" he shouted as finally pulled open the door for Tele.machus.

"You too, Otto," Mitch said.

Tele.machus smiled and waved again before walking through the door and out onto the sidewalk.

Otto followed Tele.machus to his car.

"Okay? This you?" Otto asked rhetorically. He swallowed against some pressure in his throat. He might skip groceries and order delivery if his hiccups were going to come back sooner rather than later, he thought as he rubbed his chest.

Tele.machus chuckled softly and nodded, answering anyway, "yep, this is my baby. Had 'er for four years." He gently tapped the top of his Altima. "Mom got her for me for my 16th birthday."

He noticed him rubbing his chest, frowning slightly concerned, thinking he was still feeling the aftermath of his case earlier. Poor guy, he thought.

Otto smiled at the car.

"Sounds like a good mom," he commented. There was a hint of sadness in his voice. But he was ultimately happy good moms existed.

Tele.machus smiled, "yeah...she's the best, honestly...maybe I'll consider a watch for her for mother's day..." He placed his finger on his chin in a classic thinking pose.

Otto couldn't with how demonstratively endearing this kid was. He couldn't help but chuckle at his cheekiness when discussing getting a watch for his mom for Mother's Day.

"Hold you to that," he said simply, grinning.

He swallowed again against the pressure in his throat. He wasn't sure if it was just the excitement of getting back home to Atticus that was encouraging the hiccups to come back, or if it was just the natural inclination of their return that would've happened anyway. Regardless, Otto was trying, once again, to hold them back.

This time he was holding them back because he didn't want to make the kid uncomfortable after he admitted his kink.

"Alright," he took a breath and tucked his chin again and shook it off. "Drive safe, huh? And, uh, good luck with Dorian. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

He smiled.

Tele.machus smiled back and nodded, "thank you...really. I honestly appreciate everything...would you be ok with a goodbye hug? T-totally ok if not, no pressure. Handshakes are cool too."

"Yeah, bring it in, dude," he said as he shifted his load so he could put his arms around the kid again. He chuckled and rubbed his back.

He giggled and hugged him back. He didn't know why he'd grown so...attached to Otto so quickly. Maybe it was the fact that his dad was out of the picture at the moment so Otto was potentially the closest thing to a father figure to him. No other male figure in his life had taken the time and effort with him. To give him advice and encouragement.

And then...Otto’s body spasmed quietly. And then it did it again.

"Ah cra—ap!" he bemoaned. "Hup!-I thought I co-Up!-could pu—ush them ba—ack long-Herp!-longer!"

Tele.machus felt the spasms and swallowed hard. He knew Otto had just gotten his next case. His next breath came out as a slight shudder.

Otto didn't want to overstimulate the kid and just thinking that in his head seemed too much, so he covered his mouth and left the embrace with what he hoped was read as a congenial pat to Tele.machus' shoulder.

Tele.machus' eyes widened and he nodded, taking a deep breath, "nope, yep, nope, y-you're good, uh, all good!" He cleared his throat, blushing slightly as he stood up straighter from the released hug, "I'll let you get going, uh...w-wouldn't want your partner to miss, uh, miss those..."

Otto felt his own neck warming and knew he was beginning to blush as well. He tried to keep the hiccups muffled but doubted that helped any.

He nodded, a little too quickly, at Tele.machus' comment. No, Atticus would definitely not want to miss these. And he'd hate to miss Atticus not missing these.

He opened his car door and watched Otto for a moment, "uh- shoot, we'll keep in touch, k-kay?" He gave a forced smile that he hoped still portrayed friendliness.

Otto had started to turn away with a wave when Tele.machus commented again.

"Ye—yeah!" he confirmed. "You ha-Hup!-have my nu—umber. Hmk!Mk! Bye ki—bye kid! Drive-Hu'urp!-drive sa—safe!"

"You too!" Tele.machus called out before he closed his door and sighed.

As Otto turned around to his Subaru, his eyes widened, and he shifted his hat on his head as he ducked into the car, throwing his things (though the more delicate things like his tool bag were placed a little more gently) into the passenger seat and became extremely thankful at how close the Watch and Jewelry shop was to the house.

He shot Atticus a very obvious text, 'You in the mood?' before putting the car in gear and driving as quickly, as safely fast, as he could.

Tele.machus took a deep breath before starting his Altima. He looked down at the watch once again and smiled fondly. What an experience today was. Buckling his seat belt after closing the watch box and putting it in the compartment between the passenger seat and his own, he drove off, stopped at the coffee shop for his free caffeine, and then headed to the highway that led him home.

Fin~

[hiccupscloud-26]

Hey, sooo...for no reason whatsoever...let's say a digital cat alarm clock were to get the hiccups...any ideas on what they would sound like?

Definitely not planning anything for a new game I got into...

[hiccupscloud-26]

Yall know you can be asexual and have kinks right?

Trying to NARROWLY avoid interacting with “sfw tkl blogs” (especially those made by minors). If it’s an obsession that makes your stomach feel funny, it’s probably a kink and that’s okay LMAO

Gonna have to add the giant disclaimers to my art. This is a pervert fetish weird adult blog

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June Hicth Prompt: #hiccuping out pt 2

Hey everyone! So here's PART 2 of the post from yesterday. I don't think it's necessary to read the first one to understand this one. Fun fact: I actually wrote this part first before I had the other idea. So, if there's anything wonky with the timeline, no there's not, shhhhhhh. I did try to edit it so it would coincide with the other one though.

In order of appearance: Tele.machus, Pen.elope, Ody.sseus

CW: hiccups, hiccups from drinking water too fast, deep hiccups, discomfort from hiccups, accidentally almost deadnaming, accidentally misgendering, discussion of transitioning, coming out story

And I just wanna put this out there as a disclaimer I guess, but I'm girlflux, but haven't experienced any of what I'm writing. If I've written anything inaccurately about transitioning, I sincerely apologize and please let me know so I can edit it appropriately. I've done research and am still learning.

Now without further ado, I give you...

Fandom: EPIC, Modern AU

Tele.machus' Spring Break Surprise

Tele.machus was driving home for Spring Break. He was looking forward to spending time with his mom. College life was fun at times and independence was nice and all, but he missed his mom and dog. His father had been in the military since he was a baby, so he didn't really know him. His mom would tell him stories about him so he always wondered what he was like. If he was anything like him. His mom always said that he reminded her of Ody.sseus and looked like him.

The war had been over for years now, Tele.machus figured he should've been home by now. Why was it taking so long?

His mother mentioned that she had a surprise for him. Could it possibly be that his father was home? He shook his head, he wasn't going to get his hopes up.

As he finished singing the song from a band he was currently obsessed with, thanks to his partner Dorian, he realized how dry his throat was and took a quick swig from his water bottle. He heard the opening music for his next favorite song. He hummed, quickly releasing the water bottle and gulping the cold ice water that was rushed into his mouth.

“Let's go!” Tele.machus cheered and turned up his volume.

He started singing along, but didn't even get past the first sentence before a quiet “*hup*” interrupted him. Looking confused, he placed a hand on his chest. He paused in his singing, waiting to see if there'd be any more interruptions.

Tele.machus rarely ever got a case of hiccups. He'd get singles occasionally, even three at a time–his diaphragm could be quite the tease sometimes.

He blamed it on the fact that he used to get them a lot more when he was a teenager. He supposed it could've had something to do with the HRT he was taking, but he didn't know for sure. That was just something he read online.

After waiting another few seconds, he concluded solemnly that it was only a single. Until his diaphragm surprised him with another, harder silent hiccup. He smiled and patted his chest twice.

“Mm, that was nice,” Tele.machus muttered, “just wish these would *hick'm*-mm last- *huck!*”

He gasped into another “*uck!*” and he knew he'd done it. He'd accidentally given himself the hiccups. Luckily at a red light, he could look down at himself, relishing the effect they'd had on his body. He watched his chest bounce at the next “*hip!*” his hand resting on his stomach, popping up at a “*hickuck!*” and in the rear view mirror, he'd adjusted it just in time for the next “*heek!*” that caused his neck to cave in beautifully. He loved the different sounds that were being produced, each and every one unique and special in their own way.

With the next “*hup!*”, he wondered if he should record these for Dorian. There was no telling when he'd ever have the hiccups again. But he relished the idea of telling Dorian that he'd had the hiccups and that they should've joined him in seeing his parents rather than staying in the dorm room alone. Dorian could be quite the tease sometimes, it was time for a little payback.

Tele.machus didn't try to muffle his hiccups. He just let them all free, letting them take over the car ride. He glanced at the GPS, showing his eta to the house was five minutes–which he could've guessed by the landmarks, but he wasn't really thinking coherently at this point. He figured his hiccups would be gone by the time he'd gotten home, so he enjoyed them while they lasted.

He saw his neighborhood in sight and his hiccups were still going strong. He parked his car in front of his house, cut it off, and got out with a loud “*HULP!*”

Tele.machus covered his mouth. He hadn't intended for them to last this long. Were they making up for lost time?

He opened his trunk to grab his duffel bag as he held his breath. As much as he enjoyed them, the hiccups had overstayed their welcome. Besides, hiccuping alone was fine, but when there was an audience, he'd rather be swallowed up into a black hole.

Locking his car doors, he walked up the few stairs of the porch and unlocked the door with his house key. As he'd opened the door, he released the breath he was holding, only to be met with a deep silent jolt that pushed his head back. He sighed quietly, muffling it was.

He was first greeted by a very excited golden retriever. Tele.machus smiled and happily gave the dog a hug and some loving pets. “Hiya *hup'm* Ar.gos! Sorry, I've got the *h'muck!* hiccups right now. I don't wan‐*ngk*‐wanna hurt your ears. *humpk*”

With one last ruffle on Ar.gos’ head, Tele.machus stood back up.

“Mo—om?” he called, looking around.

“Living room, honey,” Pen.elope's voice called back.

Tele.machus headed to the living room with a smile, “hey m-*mk!*-mom-” he then noticed the man that he'd only see in pictures sitting there next to his mom, trembling as he tried to hold back tears.

“Oh my gosh…” none other than Ody.sseus covered his mouth, “look how much you've grown, my baby girl.”

Tele.machus’ heart was pounding so fast and loud, he thought everyone could hear it. “I-” his voice died in his throat, he tried again, “father-*hrk*?”

Ody.sseus stood up and walked over to him, holding out his hands to cup his cheek before thinking better of it. “I'm sorry, Tal-”

“Tele.machus!” The younger interrupted at the mention of his deadname, “um…my *himpk!* my name is Telem-*mmk!*-machus.”

Ody.sseus looked confused, tilting his head, “Tele.machus?”

He bit his bottom lip and nodded before continuing, “yeah, and I'm your *hmp!* son…I'm trans, um *mmpk!*…I-I'm your-”

“My baby boy,” Ody.sseus corrected his previous mistake easily, “Tele.machus.”

Tele.machus blinked in surprise. He accepted him…just like that? No questions asked?

“I-*HULP!*-guh,” Tele.machus covered his mouth, “sorry, hiccups *hip* are k—kind of, uh…” he lost his train of thought, looking up at his father, “you aren-*nnk!*-aren't upset? Or confu—fused?”

Ody.sseus cradled Tele.machus’ face in his hands, “why would I be upset? You are my child, my love for you knows no bounds-”

“But…you *hup'm* don't even know m-*hmkmk!*-mm, know me,” Tele.machus could feel the tears brimming his eyes.

“You're right, I don't know you…but I'd love to get to know the son of mine,” Ody.sseus gently rubbed cheek, “this parent's love is everlasting. No matter what, I will love you and support you. You are my son.”

Tele.machus sobbed and pulled his father into a tight hug. Ody.sseus hugged him back, crying at just having his child in his arms again. Pen.elope smiled at their moment, but eventually joined the hug.

Eventually, the reunited family separated their hugs and they all sat on the couch, Tele.machus in between his parents—though, Pen.elope got up to prepare some tea for everyone.

“So, Tele.machus,” Ody.sseus looked at him curiously, “oh, I should probably ask your pronouns, just to be sure.”

“Uh…yeah, *HUP!*-mm yes, um…he/him are most com-*hmpglp*-” he attempted to swallow down that hiccup, “comfortable for me, *heek!*-oof, scuse me,” Tele.machus stammered out awkwardly, patting his chest at his worsened hiccups. Crying and sobbing used to always make them worse back when he was prone to hiccups and it seemed like that still applied now. “I'm sorry, I'm *hip!*…still try-*hingk!*‐trying to wrap my head aroun—round you actually being *ngk!* here and actually acc-*HEP!*-ting me as your son.” His head jolted with another silent hiccup at the end.

Ody.sseus smiled softly and kissed his forehead, “I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. Everything's ok, I'm here for you, and I love you. I am curious, though…how did you come up with the name Tele.machus?”

“Oh, that's ea—sy, when I came out *holp!*-uh, to mom, she men-*hnk*-mentioned that my n—name would've been Telem-*gmp!*‐Tele.machus *hup* had I been bor—born a boy…” he took a breath.

Telling a story with the hiccups was taking a bit of extra effort and that's why he suddenly remembered why he'd only like his own hiccups to last a few minutes.

Once he'd caught enough breath, he continued, “turned out, *hup'k*‐uh, I kinda liked that na—ame, so I used it for a few w-*HEEK!*-s to test it out an—and I actually loved it so *houp!* much that I stu-*huck!*‐stuck with it.”

Ody.sseus smiled and nodded, “I called it. The name Tele.machus was my idea. I'm glad you like it and get the chance to actually use it.”

“Yeah…” Tele.machus looked at his father, a small part of him afraid that if he looked away for just a moment, his father would disappear again. “My tur-*hurk'l*-uh, my turn…where were y—you? All those ye-*hiup*-years…like *hickulp!*-jeez, like I kn-*nnk*-know you were in a wa-*hup*-war ten years ago, bu-*HUCK!*-” he stopped talking, covering his mouth.

He'd forgotten how persistent his hiccups could be. He was ready for them to go away now. He'd enjoyed the first couple of minutes of these, but now he'd had enough.

Ody.sseus smiled sympathetically, rubbing his back to provide comfort, “I'm sorry it took me so long, son…it's true, I was meant to come home ten years ago…but the ship I was on got shipwrecked and as I tried getting back home to you, there were so many roadblocks.” He stared blankly at his hand for a moment.

Tele.machus blinked, looking at him concerned, “da—dad?”

“It was as if the universe didn't want me to see my family again,” Ody.sseus teared up, “it was torture.”

“Was there *herk!* anyone else wi‐*hip-uh*-with you?” Tele.machus frowned, side-hugging his dad, providing him comfort as well.

“The only comrades that survived the wreck were Peri.medes, Elp.enor, Euryl.ochus…and Pol.ites,” Ody.sseus whispered, his head down in honor of them, “but I was the sole survivor of the journey home…”

Tele.machus gasped softly, “oh dad…*HUP!*-ugh, excu-*hoop!*‐scuse me-” he blushed in embarrassment as Pen.elope returned with the tea. “I'm so-” he swallowed down the next hiccup adamantly, “-sorry you—ou had to go *mp* through that…”

Tele.machus grabbed his mug of tea, thanking his mother before taking a small sip. It was still warm, but it tasted amazing.

“It's alright, Tele.machus,” Ody.sseus wiped his eyes, “at least I have the memories of the times we spent together…”

“Yeah, that's on-*ngk*-one way to think abou-*houp!*-t it,” Tele.machus nodded and set down his tea, not wanting to spill it. “But, um…your *hup!mpk!*-nnh your turn to ask a question.”

“Right…I'm actually curious to know about when you started questioning your gender? Like…when did you know you were trans?” Ody.sseus asked, pure curiosity in his eyes. “If you don't mind me asking, of course.”

Tele.machus felt his heart swell. His voice cracked, “o-oh, no, I don't—t mind at a-*haup!*-all. It…*hip* honestly me-*heep*-means a lot to m-*mmk*-me that you as-*shmk!*-asked. I ac—actually feel like I've alw-*ic!*-ways kinda…known som-*hmkgmp!*-mm, something was off. When I was a k—kid, I was nev-*herkuck!*-uh, never into dresses or *hrk* dolls. My th-*hingk!*-thing was monster tr-*uck*-s.”

Pen.elope chuckled, “it's true. Oh, I wish you could've seen how I'd have to bribe him to wear a dress for formal events.”

Tele.machus also laughed, hiccups interspersed and quickening. “I h-*hick!*-had a who-*hop!*-whole *hlk!* mon-*hngk!*-mon-*hnkulp!*-oof, month's sup-*hup'k!*-supply *HIP!* of cho-*HAUK!*-chocola—ate at on-*hnnnk!*‐one poin-*hngkuh!*-point. Bu—ut anyw-*WHIC!*-” he huffed before drinking some more of his tea, hoping to slow down his hiccups enough to speak coherently.

“I thought that when *nkUP!*-ugh, when I go-*hup*-got older, I'd grow out of it. That-” a silent hiccup forced his head back, he patted his neck in discomfort, “-I'd lear-*hrk!huck!*-learn, sorry.”

“You're ok, my boy,” Ody.sseus reassured him. “Those hiccups sure are something it seems like.”

“Yeah, they're pre-*ic!*-pretty rough n-*nk*-ow and they won't go a—way,” Tele.machus scratched the back of his neck.

“Should I get you some water instead?” Pen.elope offered.

“Wat-*ERK!* is what di-*ic*-did this in the first pla—ace…but if the tea *heep!* isn't curing them, I doubt w-*hickulk!*-water will,” Tele.machus slumped. “But tha-*nk*-s mom. I think I'll just ha-*hup*-have to let them *mk!mp!*-mm, run their course…”

“Of course,” Pen.elope nodded and kissed his forehead. “Let me know if you change your mind.

Tele.machus smiled and nodded before continuing his story. “Um, as I was tr—trying to say *h'gup!*-ugh, I thought I'd learn t—to love wear-*ingk* dresses and pain-*nk*-ting my nails and do-*hoop!*-doing my make-*up!*. But it just n–*nk*-never happened for me *HIP!*…I thou-*HAUP!*-jeez, thought I was brok—*hiup!holp!*‐” he had to catch his breath at that triple, “-broken, I tried really har-*hrk'l*-hard to be the be-*himpk*-best daughter…”

“Aww, Tele.machus…” Pen.elope stroked his hair.

“It wasn't until-*hlk!* I was thir—teen that I had a term for it. *hickolp!* One *heek!* of my frien-*hnk!nk!*-ends actually came out to m-*mpk!hmkmk!*-me as trans and I *HULP!* didn't *HIP!* know *HOLP!*-jeez, *HICKOLP!*-fuck…” He drank some of his tea, trying to calm his hiccups down. “I didn't know *hup* what that was, so I re-*heep!*-searched about it and everyth-*hingk!* sort of cl-*IC!*-ked into place. I kn-*nk!HNK!*-knew I was tra-*hulp!*-ah, trans. I would never be *hip* the best daught—ter, but I'd be the be—est son.”

He took another swig of his tea, allowing it to soothe his throat. He took a few hiccupy breaths before finishing up his story, “I tol‐*holp*-told mom about it, and *hnk*…she was one hundred perce-*nk*-cent on board and she helped me sta—art my transition. Got me set up on hrt- that's, uh, hormone replacement therapy, started going as Tele.machus, using he/him pronouns, going to the gym to build a little bit of muscle, and thankfully I was able to hide my chest area with baggy masculine clothes. Once I turned eighteen, though, I did get my top surgery.”

“Thank goodness you did so well in school that you got a full ride in college,” Pen.elope added, “the money that was saved for college was used for that surgery.”

Tele.machus blushed, “moooom…”

“You got a full ride?” Ody.sseus’ jaw dropped, “Tele.machus, that's amazing. What are you studying?”

“Oh, um…I'm actually undecided right now, but I'm currently taking an animation class and a music class and I definitely enjoy both of those…” Tele.machus told him and suddenly realized his hiccups were gone. He sighed in relief before taking a big cleansing deep breath in and out. “My hiccups are gone. Finally. They were starting to hurt.”

Tele.machus picked up his tea and slowly sipped it, trying to soothe his aching neck and chest internally.

“You were distracted, talking about your transition,” Ody.sseus told him and hugged him, “I'm so proud of you, thank you for telling me, and I really wish I could've been there.”

“It's alright, dad,” Tele.machus hugged him back, “you're here now. And you've already proven that you support me and that's more than enough for me.”

Ody.sseus smiled and kissed his forehead, “I love you, Tele.machus.”

“I love you too, dad,” Tele.machus smiled, clinging to his shirt. Then his smile faded slightly, “there's, uh…one more thing you should know…both of you…”

He sat back up, releasing the hug, looking away. He didn't know why he was nervous about this, but maybe this was different than before.

“Of course, anything,” Ody.sseus nodded.

“Yeah, we're here,” Pen.elope gently took his hand.

Tele.machus took another calming breath, “okay…so, um…just so it's all out there…I'm biromantic graysexual.”

Ody.sseus and Pen.elope looked at each other, the former quirking his eyebrow, “you wanna tell him, or should I?”

Pen.elope chuckled quietly, “no no, this is his moment, we shouldn't.”

Tele.machus turned and looked at both of them, “what are you guys-”

“Thank you for trusting us,” Ody.sseus smiled giddily, “of course, this still changes nothing, we love you forever and then some.”

“Your father's right, thank you for coming to us,” Pen.elope smiled.

“Uh-huh…but why does it feel like you're hiding something?” Tele.machus raised an eye, “what did you want to tell me?”

“Okay, okay,” Ody.sseus broke first.

“Ody!” Pen.elope gently nudged her husband.

“I'm bisexual,” Ody.sseus revealed.

Tel.emachus gasped, “wait, seriously?”

“And…so am I,” Pen.elope added.

“What? How did I not know this?” Tele.machus held his head with both his hands. “Well, maybe dad is understandable, but mom? My gaydar must be broken or something…”

His parents chuckled and both hugged him close. Tele.machus smiled and hugged them both back, relishing the cuddles from his family, noting Ar.gos laying on top of his feet.

Tele.machus loved his family and he wouldn't trade them for anything. And with a single happy tear falling down his cheek, he knew he was where he belonged.

Fin~

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June Hicth Prompt: #hiccuping out pt 1

Hey everyone, welcome to PART 1 of the Hicth Prompt! I'm so excited to bring this to light! This part is actually a little over 5000 words, aka, the longest one-shot I've ever written (probably because the format is 5+1, lol).

In order of appearance: Dorian, Tele.machus, Riddy, Orfeo, Ari

CW: multiple cases of hiccups, loud hiccups, fast hiccups, hard hiccups, some burps in the beginning, mentions of arousal, mention of violence (implied, not shown), mention of LGBTQIA+phobia (implied, not shown), mention of alcohol, old meme used as a conversation, negative self-thinking/internalized kinkshaming self(?)

I also want to dedicate this to @writingforfishes as I had originally planned something for their tumblr anniversary, completely lost motivation to do it, and I felt bad because without them, I wouldn't have this blog, I wouldn't have this community to talk freely about hiccups with, and I wouldn't have had the courage to post any of my hicfics. So here's a little something as a thank you for being here and being your awesome self, though, it's kind of at the end, lol!

Now without further ado, I give you the story. Enjoy~

Fandom: EP.IC, Modern AU, 5 +1

Five times Tele.machus makes Dorian cure his hiccups and the one time he doesn't

1

First Semester, Week 4

Dorian walked into their shared dorm to see their dorm mate, Tele.machus, lying on his stomach on his bed reading a sociology book.

“Hey,” Dorian greeted him.

Tele.machus heard the voice and perked up slightly, “Dorian, hey! How was class?”

The newcomer felt their heart flutter slightly at the cute display. Ignoring it, they shrugged their shoulders, dropping his bag to the ground before slamming himself down on the desk chair, “meh, boring. It's just the same old shit I did in high school. Wasting money on math I already know as a requirement for game design and development.”

Tele.machus frowned sympathetically, “aww, did you try testing out of that class?” He closed his book and sat up in his bed, sitting criss-cross-applesauce.

“I did,” Dorian rolled over and grabbed a Monster from their shared mini fridge, cracking it open and guzzling down their sorrows.

Tele.machus couldn't help watching in anticipation, watching their Adam's apple bob with every hard gulp. Dorian took a breath, releasing a loud burp.

“Dude, gross,” Tele.machus rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“What?” Dorian forced out another burp, “it's totally natural to burp, man.”

“You could at least excuse yourself, have some manners,” Tele.machus groaned as he cringed.

“Fine fine, your majesty,” Dorian rolled their eyes amusedly as they jokingly bowed, “excuse me *brrrrhup!*...*hiiip!* oh shi-*HILP!*” Dorian's eyes widened at the abrupt hiccups that followed.

They started fast and hard, the only sound filling the room. His whole body shook with the force of each one. Dorian felt his heart racing, his face flushed as they got lost in the moment. Dorian very much enjoyed having the hiccups. They could definitely feel the instant arousal buzzing between his thighs.

Dorian rested his hand on their chest just in time for the next, “*HICKOLP!-HICK!-HIMPK!*” that echoed through the room. His chest lurched forward against his hand with each spasm. His hiccups were always so strong and forceful, which gave them all the more reason to love them.

As he'd almost gotten lost in his body's incredible, rapid movements, they'd heard a tiny squeak.

“T-try holding your breath,” Tele.machus looked at them, an unfamiliar shyness they hadn't seen since they first moved in last semester.

They honestly forgot he was even there, so caught up in his chest movements and the sounds of his “*HUCK!*”s and “*HUGGULP!*”s and everything in between.

Dorian swallowed thickly, “w-*HUCK'L!*-why?”

Tele.machus blinked confused, staring at Dorian and the way their body was jolting spontaneously-

“Because- they're annoying?” Tele.machus squeaked, closing his eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed with his own arousal. He wasn't expecting this at all today. Not from his super attractive dorm mate that he definitely didn't have a crush on…

Dorian suspected that wasn't really the reason, but they'd obliged, holding his breath until the hiccups resolved themselves. They rubbed their chest, already missing the sensation, but they didn't want their roommate to be uncomfortable.

“They're gone,” Dorian said unnecessarily, “you good?”

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Tele.machus nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

Dorian giggled before rolling themselves back over to his bag to get started on some homework.

2

First Semester, Week 5

Dorian and some random guy barged into the dorm room close to midnight, drunk and making out sloppily. Tele.machus glared up at them, cringing slightly. He yawned, grumpy that he'd been very rudely awakened.

“Guys, come on, this is a shared space!” Tele.machus groaned, rubbing his eyes.

Dorian released the sloppy kiss to stare flirtatiously at Tele.machus, “ya wanna join the fun, Telly?~”

“Don't call me that…” he huffed, thankful that the room was dark enough to hide his blush, “and no, I'd rather you take your make out session somewhere else.”

“Aww, lighten up, man,” Dorian complained.

“Dude's just jealous cuz he's got no bitches,” the stranger scoffed, forcing his lips back onto Dorian's.

Tele.machus rolled his eyes, not going to entertain that. He turned toward the wall, covering up his head with a pillow, trying to block out the smooching sounds and moans.

Eventually, he heard a loud “*HUCKULK!*” and a yelp of pain.

“Owww, what the fuck, dude, not cool!” The stranger cradled his bleeding lip.

“Shit, I-*hmkmk!* fu-*HUCK!-HULP!*” Dorian's diaphragm kicked into high gear, all the alcohol catching up to them.

Tele.machus bit his own lip, hearing the spasms. He'd love to be able to see them too, but if he was ever going to go back to sleep, he needed them to stop.

He heard the door slam closed, leaving a hiccupy Dorian in the room.

“Ass-*HOLP!*...*ICKOLP!*-guh…*HOUP!-HIYUP!*-ah, fu-*HUGGUH!*-fuck,” Dorian rubbed his chest, still feeling horny from the make out session, and now even more from his own body.

“Dude, hold your breath, t-trying to sleep here,” Tele.machus’ voice rang out.

Dorian startled, again forgetting this was a shared room, “right, right, sorry…oh, actually? I think you startled them out of me.”

Tele.machus wondered why they sound so bummed about that fact. Keeping his thoughts to himself, he fully let sleep take over him.

3

First Semester, Week 8

Tele.machus and Dorian were out in the cafeteria hanging out with their friends for lunch. Dorian was doing most of the talking, though, extroverted as they were. Tele.machus was quietly eating and listening.

Their friend group wasn't too big. Including himself and Dorian, there were five of them altogether. Riddy, Orfeo, and Ari had known them since orientation. Riddy and Orfeo were dating, apparently having known each other their whole lives.

Tele.machus watched Riddy snuggled up to Orfeo's arm as she was engaged in the conversation. He couldn't help but imagine that being himself and Dorian someday….if he would ever gather the courage to ask them out.

Anyway, what were they even talking about? Did Riddy just say something about snakes?

He shook his head bemused and glanced at Dorian, who was smiling and enthusiastically adding onto the conversation. With the way their eyes lit up as the word vomit just spewed out of them, Tele.machus could not only see the passion, but he could feel it too.

“...one day, I'm gonna have a snake of my own,” Dorian was boasting.

“As long as you keep it away from Riddy, she's allergic,” Orfeo held his girlfriend protectively.

“I'm pretty sure anyone would have a bad reaction to a snake bite, honey,” Riddy reassured him, caressing his cheek. “Snakes are poisonous.”

“I thought snakes were venomous,” Tele.machus contributed before biting another forkful of room temperature macaroni and cheese, cringing disgustedly–seriously, why was the food here so bad yet so expensive?

“Same difference,” Orfeo shrugged.

“Wha-...that sentence contradicts itself,” Ari pinched her brows unamused, “anyway, if you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, then it's venomous. Simple.”

“But then…what if it bites me and it dies?” Orfeo tilted his head, pure, innocent confusion on his face.

Ari blinked slowly, glaring at Orfeo, “that means you're poisonous…were you not listening to me?”

“Okay, but what about if it bites itself and I die?”

“That's some sort of voodoo, dark magic.”

“Fair enough,” Riddy nodded, “so then, what if it bites me, and someone else dies?”

Ari furrowed her eyebrows confused. Tele.machus quietly chuckled, pitching in, “that would just be correlation, not causation.”

“But what if we bite each other and neither of us dies?” Orfeo scratched his head.

“That's kinky,” Tele.machus rolled his eyes.

Dorian was mid-swallow of his food when they heard that and started laughing and choking at the same time. Tele.machus’ eyes widened in shock, quickly patting his back to dislodge any stuck food.

“Oh my gosh,” Ari facepalmed and sighed disappointedly, “I'm surrounded by idiots…”

Dorian was finally able to calm down his laughter, though a few more coughs erupted, “whew, kff…that caught me off guard, kff…kff-*HULP!* kff-*HEEKULP!* k-*HUP!-HU'UCK!-HIIIP!*-” Dorian covered their mouth as the onslaught of hiccups threw his body around.

Tele.machus could feel the force of them, just from the hand he still had on his back. He shivered, willing his hand to move from their spasming body.

“Whoa, those are some intense hiccups, dude,” Orfeo chuckled, “you good?”

Dorian nodded through a “*HMLK!*” Even when he was trying to muffle the sounds, it was still very clearly audible.

Tele.machus watched the way his chest popped out and their neck caved in. It was such a beautiful sight to see. But he wouldn't be able to watch much longer according to the instant arousal between his thighs. He readjusted his position, standing slightly before sitting back down.

It didn't help…

“Y-*HUCK!*-yeah *HUUUP!-IP!* y-*MLKMP!*-you ju-*HUP!*‐just ga-*HAULKMP!*-mm, gave *HIP!*-”

“Here,” Tele.machus handed them his water bottle hurriedly, “d-drink this.”

Dorian glanced at Tele.machus, somewhat sensing some sort of panic as the latter stared at him and the water with a certain urgency. They opened the bottle with another strong “*HNGKUP!*” before drinking the water slowly.

The whole table was silent, all seemingly waiting in anticipation. When no sound or jolts followed, Tele.machus internally sighed in relief.

“What I was trying to say was that you gave me the hiccups,” Dorian chuckled, “but I can always count on Telly to cure me. Thanks, bud.”

“Don't call me Telly,” Tele.machus pouted, “but, um…you're welcome.”

“Wait, how did I give you the hiccups!?” Orfeo squawked and Tele.machus blocked out the rest of their conversation, just reliving the moment that happened seconds ago.

Accidentally feeling the power of Dorian's hiccups was definitely the highlight of his day. But now he felt like a pervert. Feeling aroused without their knowledge or consent. But arousal was a natural reaction in the human body. He couldn't help when he'd feel it…right?

Dorian must've had some kind of psychic powers or something because they looked at Tele.machus and whispered in his ear, “you good?”

Tele machus quickly nodded and forced a smile, “mmhm, just…really hate the cafeteria food here sometimes.”

“That's not what I-”

“Hey Dorian, you gotta check this out,” Orfeo interrupted the moment to show them a video on his phone.

Tele.machus would forever be grateful for the airheadedness of Orfeo.

4

First Semester, Week 10

“I don't need you picking fights for me, Telly,” Dorian frowned as they began the process of patching Tele.machus' wounds.

Tele.machus just muttered angrily, looking away fuming. Dorian sighed, grabbing an alcohol pad and dabbing it onto the wound on his cheek.

“Ow!” Tele.machus hissed and flinched away.

“Sorry, I'm sorry,” Dorian frowned, “I have to disinfect the wound.”

“I know, it just…hurts,” Tele.machus pouted, going back to his original position.

Dorian nodded understandingly, dabbing the pad against his cheek again. Tele.machus hissed again, but stayed still.

“What did this guy even say to get you so amped up?” Dorian asked. “I mean, I heard most of it, but then he whispered something in your ear…”

Tele.machus grimaced, looking at Dorian, but not directly in the eyes, “he told me that my dad's dead and gone and he called my mom a…very nasty slur and then mentioned how he wanted to sleep with her.”

“The fuck?” Dorian practically gagged, “I'm sorry, seriously, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, so that's when I kinda lost it,” Tele.machus looked away, ��along with him being an asshole about your pride pins. I'm sorry he broke them.”

“It's alright, I can always just buy some more,” Dorian shrugged and finished cleaning the wound on his cheek before bandaging it. “How do you two even know each other?”

“He used to be my babysitter when I was a kid and mom would be busy with work,” Tele.machus explained.

Dorian's jaw dropped, “what?”

“Yeah…he wasn't exactly the best babysitter, but he was the only one available at the time,” Tele.machus cringed. “Guess he finally got enough money for college.”

“He's gotta be at least thirty, then…” Dorian theorized, “what's he doing beefing with someone ten years younger than him?”

“The guy's a jerk,” Tele.machus snarled, “he's probably always wanted to kick my ass, but had a fake reputation to uphold.”

“Damn, that sucks, man…you didn't deserve to be around that shit,” Dorian frowned before they grabbed his hand gently, “but, uh, I'll be as gentle as I can. Still, it's going to sting a bit.”

Tele.machus nodded, “mmhm…I'm rea-gah!”

“Sorry, element of surprise is best I read,” Dorian smiled sheepishly as he continued dabbing his knuckles.

Tele.machus squeezed their hand at the pain and Dorian soothed him with reassuring words as they'd gingerly wrapped bandages around his hand. Once they finished with the first hand, they gently grabbed the other.

“Good job so far,” Dorian praised before he offered, “Do you need a break before I continue?”

Tele.machus shook his head, “n-no, it's probably best to just get it out of the way.”

“Oka-*haup!*-kay?” Dorian looked confused, a hand on his chest. They rarely got singles, but with the lack of any more to follow, they brushed it off as a fluke.

Focusing on trying to dab the alcohol pad on Tele.machus’ knuckles as gently as possible, he suddenly hiccupped again, touching the pad to Tele.machus’ skin, making him wince.

“Shi-*HIP!-HILK!*uh -shit, *HICKOLP!*,” Dorian looked at him sympathetically, but noticed how stiff he'd gotten. “So-*HAULK!-HUP!*-guh, sorry the-*HEEKULP!-HEEK!*-these just cam-*HMPK!-HMKGMP!-HUUUP!*-ooh, came outta n-*NGK’UP!*-nowhere.”

Tele.machus watched as the hiccups wracked through their body right in front of him. One after the other, a symphony right in his face. He blushed profusely as Dorian continued cleaning up his hand.

“Holding your breath usually works,” Tele.machus whispered, biting his lip, keeping his eyes locked on his hand.

“Tru-*HOOP!*-ooh, true *HULP!-HUGGUP!*-ah,” Dorian nodded, though they didn't want this random case to end just yet. “But what-*HUCKULK!*-ngh, what's the ru-*HUP!-HUNGK!-HIUP!*-haa, rush?”

Come to think of it, Tele.machus always rushed them when it came to curing their hiccups. At first they thought he was uncomfortable, but could it have been something else? Was he afraid of the hiccups? Were they triggering for him?

Dorian looked at Tele.machus, seeing him staring at them–or more like through him?–with a blank expression, a poker face.

“Telem-*MMK!-MLKMP!-HMMMP!*‐mm, Telemach-*UP!‐HULP!*-us?” Dorian called his name worriedly.

Tele.machus then did something neither one of them had expected. He closed the gap between the two of them, kissing them on the lips. Dorian's eyes widened in pure shock, but they kissed him back, a hand caressing his unharmed cheek. Tele.machus closed his eyes, slowly pulling them closer to him, deepening the kiss before realizing what he was doing and he gently pushed them away, breathing heavily.

They both sat in silence, for a while, just staring at each other, jaws dropped, just breathing heavily.

Dorian broke the silence, “Tele.machus? Wha-”

“Sorry, I'm sorry!” Tele.machus panicked, quickly standing up, “I, um…it got rid of your, uh…problem. But, um…I should probably go-”

“Wait, it's okay, don't go,” Dorian tried to catch his hand, but they were too late. Tele.machus got away.

Dorian placed their fingers on their lips softly, blushing slightly. Their heart skipped a beat as he still felt his lips on theirs. The passion that was there. That kiss was definitely more than just a cure. Did Tele.machus have feelings for them? Did they have feelings for him?

5

Second Semester, Week 0

It had been weeks since the kiss and Tele.machus hadn't talked to Dorian since. He'd been avoiding them. He knew their schedule so he knew what time to be at their dorm to avoid a conversation.

Dorian was disappointed that Tele.machus had stopped talking to them. Even though they reassured him that the kiss could be forgotten if he so wished it to be. At this point, they just wanted their friend back.

The start of the second semester arrived quickly and as Tele.machus was busy unpacking his bags from winter break with his mom, he hadn't registered in his brain that Dorian was returning at some point.

And apparently it was sooner rather than later as he'd heard the beep of the key card embedded in their student ID and the click of the door opening. Tele.machus turned to see Dorian. They were bundled up in a warm hat, scarves, gloves, and a fuzzy heated jacket.

“Hey,” Dorian tried once they realized Tele.machus was going to stay silent.

“...h-hey,” Tele.machus stammered and waved, “erm…how was your break?”

Dorian slowly smiled as he shed all of his winter layers, “it was good. Dad took me and my siblings to this awesome ski lodge, it was a lot of fun. Poly tried doing so many tricks, but kept falling on his ass, it was hilarious!”

“That's good,” Tele.machus smiled slightly.

“How about yours?” Dorian asked curiously, closing the door and setting his luggage by their side of the room. “Do anything fun?”

Tele.machus shrugged, “not really…mom and I kinda just stayed in and- oh! Actually, I have a surprise for you…”

Dorian's brows raised, honestly touched, “shut up, you serious?”

Tele.machus searched through his bag and pulled out a little red and green striped gift bag. Standing back up, he handed the bag to Dorian, “merry Christmas- i-if you celebrate-”

“Yeah, I celebrate,” Dorian nodded and accepted the bag. Before looking inside, he looked at Tele.machus suspiciously. “Wait, I'm supposed to still be mad at you for not talking to me for weeks…”

Tele.machus winced and looked away, blushing profusely, “u-understandable, honestly…b-but just read the paper first…”

Dorian raised an eyebrow, but obliged. They took out the folded piece of paper and unfolded it, finding a very nicely written note. “You have amazing handwriting.”

“Thanks…” Tele.machus said distractedly, fidgeting with his fingernails.

“You want me to read it out loud?” Dorian asked.

“If you want to,” Tele.machus shrugged, seeming more shy than before.

Dorian nodded before dramatically clearing his throat, his body instantly spasming afterwards. “*HUP!* Oh wow, *HILP!-HUCKUP!-HYUP!*-oof, *HNGKLP*-”

Tele.machus squeaked and glanced at them, “you, um…okay?”

Dorian nodded again, “ye-*HEUP!*‐yeah, sor-*HORK!*-sorry, *HIC!*-cups again-*NLGK!*” They tried to swallow them down.

“C-could…you maybe…hhhhold your breath?” Tele.machus sighed, pinching his fingertips to distract himself.

But he couldn't ignore the way his body was reacting to the spasms. Seeing Dorian's chest jolt and his neck caving in was an art form. Even the rare times their stomach would pop out drove him off the wall.

Dorian looked confused, “w-*HIGGUH!*-why?”

“Please, Dorian…I can't…” Tele.machus shut his eyes tightly, squeaking, balling his hands into fists so tight, they left crescents on his palm.

Dorian went over to him concerned, holding his hands and releasing his fists to relax them, “he-*HULP!*-hey, hey *HIP!-HOLP!-H'GUP!*-uh, I'm-*M'GMP!* right he-*HEEK!-HERK!-HUCKUCK!*-oof, here.”

“Dorian…I-” Tele.machus took a sharp breath in. He looked at the note that was still in Dorian's hand. He exhaled slowly. “Screw it, impromptu speech.” He looked at Dorian, who jumped with another muffled “*HMM'MMK!”* and he looked away. “But please…I can't concentrate with those…”

Dorian sighed, interrupted by a “*HULP'K!*”, before nodding in cooperation. They sucked in a breath and held it. They both waited a moment and exhaled slowly at the same time.

“Okay, they're gone,” Dorian nodded.

“Right…” Tele.machus still couldn't quite look into their eyes, but he looked in their general direction, “what I wanted to say…what the letter says is…” he fumbled over his words. He took a deep breath and started again, “I'm sorry for avoiding you for weeks. After we…after I kissed you…I panicked and thought you'd never want to hear from me again…but still, I hurt you, and you're my friend, I'd never want to hurt you…but I did, and I'm so sorry, Dorian…”

Tears welled up in Tele.machus’ eyes as he continued, “I promise to do better, I won't…run away next time, I'll communicate with you and we'll work it out, whatever it is. I hated not seeing you and not talking to you…you're really fun to be around.” He chuckled wetly as Dorian gently wiped Tele.machus’ tears.

“Thanks, I try to be,” Dorian winked, making Tele.machus chuckle quietly, blushing slightly. “But it's okay. And honestly? I just want my friend back.” They shrugged.

Tele.machus nodded, “o-okay, yeah, yes, that can be arranged. Friends.”

“Cool, and you know~” Dorian smirked, getting closer to Tele.machus’ face, “I wouldn't be opposed to moving our friendship into…something more.~”

Tele.machus’ eyes widened and he blushed profusely, “s-something more?” He squeaked as his brain supplied him with ‘too close, too close, hot person is too close, help-’

“I mean…I know I offered for that kiss to be forgotten, but…all I've ever wanted to do since then is to kiss your lips again…” Dorian glanced at his lips.

Tele.machus felt like his heart was lodged in his throat. He swallowed thickly, trying to get rid of that lump in his throat. “O-oh, really?” He stammered, incredibly flustered.

“Really,” Dorian nodded and bit his own bottom lip, “so, may I?~”

Tele.machus nodded his head, “y-yes…you may.”

Dorian smiled and closed the gap between them, hugging him close as they kissed him. Tele.machus was quick to reciprocate the action, wrapping his arms around his neck, playing with their beautifully-dyed blue hair. They kissed for what seemed like hours, but in reality, was only a minute or two.

They both released with bright smiles on their faces, both breathing heavily and blushing slightly.

“Gosh, you're such a great kisser,” Dorian admitted, resting their head on his shoulder.

“Me?” Tele.machus chuckled incredulously, “you're the first person I've ever kissed.”

Dorian's eyes widened and they moved their head to look at Tele.machus incredulously, “you're telling me…I was your first kiss?”

Tele.machus nodded and looked away, blushing profusely. Dorian smiled and gently nudged him, “awww, well you're a natural.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Tele.machus shrugged, picking at the sleeve of his sweater.

“It's funny, one day, you'll be telling the story of your first kiss, and you'll be laughing at the fact that you wasted it on curing me from some random hiccups,” Dorian snorted.

“Y-yeah…”

“Speaking of…”

Oh boy, here it comes.

“...I've been meaning to ask you,” Dorian looked at the man who refused to meet their eyes, “why are you always so quick to cure my-”

“Cuz I like them!” Tele.machus blurted out before they could finish, his face impossibly redder. “I-I mean, not just yours specifically, I mean…I like hiccups in general. Sorry! I know it's weird, but-”

“Well, that's a relief, I thought I was making you scared or anxious whenever I had cases,” Dorian placed a hand on his shoulder, “and me too, actually. I love hiccups, both having them and hearing someone else have them.”

Tele.machus looked at Dorian, so much hope filled his eyes, “r-really? I'm not…I'm not alone in this?”

“Oh, Telly, of course you're not alone,” Dorian smiled kindly at him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Tele.machus let out a huge sigh of relief and hugged Dorian tightly, finding solace in knowing that someone else understood him and what he was feeling.

Dorian smiled and hugged him back.

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Continuation of 5

The two of them hugged in silence before Tele.machus dragged them over to his bed and they both sat down.

“Do you mind if we, um…talk about hiccups? Or is that too weird?” Tele.machus asked.

Dorian chuckled, "First off, that isn't weird, second off, I would love to, cutie, but don't you want me to open your present first?”

Tele.machus gasped and blushed embarrassed, “yeah, yes, of course…” Then he muttered, “completely forgot about that…”

Dorian chuckled again and reached into the bag, taking out some kind of jewelry box. “What is it?”

“Open it,” Tele.machus begged them excitedly.

Dorian opened the box and gasped, his eyes sparkling at the sight of what looked to be a custom-made pride wristwatch. They gingerly held the watch in their hands, looking at all the shining gemstones reflecting the gold around the wristband and the colorful gemstones surrounding the face in a rainbow pattern. (I'm bad at describing watches, so here's a photo)

“Tele.machus…this…this is beautiful,” they said just a little over a whisper. “Where did you find this?”

“Well, I, um…went searching for your pride pins that Ant.inous broke,” Tele.machus told them as he sat back, watching Dorian try it on. “For some odd reason, there were none available? I dunno, it was weird, anyway I started searching for other pride gifts, and I went down a whole rabbit hole until I found this clockmaker and I thought, huh, a wristwatch…that'd be a cool and unique gift.”

“I found the address and saw it was a two hour drive from my house,” Tele.machus continued, “I figured, I didn't have anything better to do and it would be worth it because you're worth it, so I packed a bag and hurried to the car, driving all the way down to the shop.”

“Tele.machus, you didn't have to do all of that for me,” Dorian looked at him, eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

“I wanted to,” Tele.machus admitted with a shrug, “but anyway, I found the shop, and I told the guy–his name's Otto, lovely guy, pure golden retriever energy, hehe–exactly what I was going for and we kinda brainstormed until we came up with that beauty. He said he'd have it done by the end of the week. His price was reasonable, but shit, man, he deserved way more than what I gave him because he did an amazing job on it.”

“And I love how quiet it is,” Dorian sniffed, “the tick tick tick noise can keep me up at night sometimes.”

“That's why I put that in the request,” Tele.machus smiled, “and get this-” he sat up excitedly, “when I went to pick the watch up, he had these insane hiccups, like…I honestly thought he was going to die from a lack of air supply.”

Dorian snorted into laughter, “seriously?”

Tele.machus chuckled and nodded, “yeah! They were just hitting him, one after the other. I don't know how I made it out of there in one piece.”

“Were they worse than mine?” Dorian asked curiously.

Tele.machus thought about it for a moment, “in terms of speed? I think so. He'd sometimes get these really fast and long clusters…but the loudness factor goes to you…maybe.”

“Was he okay?” Dorian asked, slightly concerned.

“He said he was fine and they didn't hurt or anything,” Tele.machus shrugged, resting his head on Dorian's shoulder, “he said he's prone to them so he's used to it.”

“Man, I would've loved to be there to witness that,” Dorian admitted solemnly. “But honestly, I do need to tell him how amazingly he did on this watch. Wonder if he has a website so I can give him a five-star review…”

They admired the watch, holding it up to the light and watching the shine of colors sparkle beautifully. Dorian hugged Tele.machus, “thank you for having it made for me…I love it.”

Tele.machus gasped and smiled, hugging them back, stroking their hair, “of course. I'm really glad you like it.”

After another moment of hugging, the two of them sat back against the wall. Dorian looked at Tele.machus with a smile, “alright, appreciation of gift moment is checked off the list, time to talk about hiccups?”

Tele.machus giggled and nodded his head, “yeah!” He felt excited, but also nervous at the same time. He'd never talked so freely about hiccups with anyone. “How do you wanna start?”

“Well-” Dorian, on brand, was interrupted by a “*HOLP!*”

Tele.machus’ eyes widened as they both stared at each other, Dorian's head jerking back with another strong “*HUNGK!*”

“They came back…” Tele.machus whispered.

“Mm-*HMMK!*-mmhm,” Dorian nodded, “they *HUP!-KMP!*-mm, tend t-*HMLKUP!*-tend to af-*ICKOLP!-HIP!-HUGGULK!*-oof, at som-*HMK!* point aft-*ERK!* I cure them-*MMMK!-HUP!*”

“O-oh…” Tele.machus muttered, his brain complete mush as he'd watched and felt the hiccups shake the bed. He instantly felt the urge to tell them to cure himself again, but he'd thought back to the conversation he'd had with Otto.

If he could get through a somewhat sensible conversation with a hiccupping Otto, he should be able to do the same with Dorian.

Granted, Dorian was more his type, and age for that matter, and at this point they might possibly be dating?

“You-*H'GOOP!*-ooh, wan-*NNNK!-HINGK!*-want me *HEEEEP!* to *HIIUUURP!*-heh, cure *HERK!-HUP-HIK!*-”

“No!” Tele.machus blushed at his volume of the word, “I-I…I mean, no…not this time…no more accommodations, I can hold a conversation with somebody with hiccups.”

Dorian smirked, his head jerking through a silent hiccup, “don't wor-*HERK!*-worry, they wo-*HOLK!-HUP!*-won't be so ba-*HAUK!‐HAUGLK!*-bad after a bi-*HIK!-HUCKULP!*-bit.”

Tele.machus made a very conscious effort to focus more on the words rather than the way their body jolted.

“U-uh-huh…”

Dorian chuckled softly, “they a-*HAUP!*-always start o-*HOK!*-off fast an-*NGK’UP!*-gff, and loud t– –till they calm *MGLK!* down a bit, se-*HEEK!*-ee?”

Tele.machus blushed and nodded, “I see…interesting…do they hurt at all?”

Dorian shook his head, “no-*HOLP'K!*-nope, I don't think I'd *HULP!-HUP!* be able to en-*HNGK!*-enjoy these if they hu-*HURK!*-hurt. What about *HUP!* you?”

Tele.machus shook his head quickly, refocusing, “uhh, me?”

“Yeah! *HUNGKAH!*-ooh, what are yours l-*HUCKULK!*-oof, like?” Dorian sat up, readjusting their position.

“Oh, ummm…honestly, I rarely ever get them,” Tele.machus shrugged, “I think the last time I've had them was…sixteen? Seventeen? Though I have had some random singles every once in a while and those don't hurt.”

“That's goo-*HOOK!-HIOK!-HUOLK!*-mm, good,” Dorian patted their chest. “Do you prefer *HICKUCK!* having the hic-*KOLP!* hiccups? Or hearing-*NNNGK!* others’ hiccups?”

“Oh, I definitely prefer hearing others’,” Tele.machus confessed, “I do like having my own, but after the first couple of minutes of having them, I kinda get tired of them, hehe.”

“Un—understandable,” Dorian chuckled, their hand still on their chest, “aww, I ki-*HIPulp!*-kinda feel like they're star-*urk!*-starting to go away. They g—get pretty quie-*hep!-hip!*-quiet and so-*hokf*-soft when they're trailing o-*hok!*-off…you wann-*ngk!-nnkup!*-na feel them before they're go-*hok*-gone?”

‘Yes, yes, more than anything, yes!’

“N-no thanks,” Tele.machus blushed, “maybe next time.”

Dorian nodded, “that's fair.” They grinned, rubbing their chest. They jolted softly at one last silent hiccup before the case seemed to resolve itself. “Aww, looks like they're gone. They don't really last that long, honestly, which you would've realized, had you not made me cure myself constantly.”

They gently nudged Tele.machus, who blushed, “yeah, yeah, sorry! My brain literally freaked out every time and my first thought was to offer you cures as fast as possible and-”

“I'm only teasing, Telly,” Dorian giggled and kissed his cheek, “now, what would you say if we continued our little kissing session from earlier, hmm?~”

Tele.machus blushed more, stammering in a flustered mess. He ultimately nodded and the two of them completely forgot about unpacking all of their clothes that afternoon.

Fin~

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Characters for Hicth Submissions!

So, like I posted earlier, I believe that I will be most likely using my hyperfixation as the inspiration for most or all of these prompts (unless something fits for my other ocs) so I thought it'd be good to share how everyone would look in this AU. Don't worry, I'll probably still post a pic of all the characters involved in a story like I do, lol :)

Because I've had a long day and I'm sleepy, I'm only sharing the ones important for the upcoming stories, I'll share the others as they show up.

In no particular order, we have:

Name: 0dys.seus

Age: 45ish

Pronouns: he/him

Loyal husband of Pen.eIope and father of Tele.machus, story will be revealed (but if you know about Epic/0dy.ssey, then you could probably guess)

Kink?: nah

Name: Pe.nelope

Age: 44ish

Pronouns: she/her

Loyal wife of 0dy.sseus and mother of Tele.machus, has the ability to sow and knit

Kink?: nah

Name: Tele.machus

Age: 21

Pronouns: he/him

College freshman with an undecided major and a full ride, daydreamer, precious boy, shares a dorm with Dorian

Kink?: yes

Name: Dorian (OC)

Age: 20

Pronouns: they/he

College freshman, majors in game design and development, son of, hmmm...should I spoil that? I don't think I will just yet :), dorms with Tele.machus, oh, and they have water powers

Kink?: yes

Name: Riddy

Age: 20

Pronouns: she/her

Honestly, even idk much about her, just know she's dating Orfeo and she's a college freshman

Kink?: still developing this character, so idk yet

Name: Orfeo

Age: 21

Pronouns: he/him

College freshman, majoring in music production. I think they call them himbo characters? Still under development, also dating Riddy

Kink?: idk, still under development

Name: Ari

Age: 19

Pronouns: she/her

College freshman, probably majoring in political science, comes from a wealthy family, one of the smartest in the friend group

Kink?: nah, I don't think so (subject to change, honestly)

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Hey yall! Little update! I'm finished both parts for the June hicth prompt!! I just need some time to edit it for Tumblr, but if all goes according to plan~

Part 1 will be out tomorrow

Part 2 will be out on Friday

Later on, I think I'm going to post picrews of the main characters later on. The characters are based on €PlC which is based on The 0d¥$$e¥, but it's got a modern twist on it with my designs and all.

Anywho, that's all, lol. We are so back!

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Me: *hasn't written anything really in months*

@hiccuping-daydreams: *posts June hicth prompt*

Me: *has 2 ideas and decides to write 2 different stories for this one prompt*

Me: I'm on fire, the inspiration juices are finally flowing, let's goooo

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Hicvember Response

Oh my gosh, hello everyone! I'm not dead, look at that! So, back in November, @elacular-kink rolled my beloved Indyko by chance as the prompt of "someone else's OC" (link to that posted below)

Seven months later, I FINALLY FINISHED THE RESPONSE!!! Thank you again for writing my character, now here is the promised response. Sorry it took so long.

CW:

Fast hiccups

Uncomfortable hiccups

Hard hiccups

Arousal

Mentions of masterbation, but nothing graphic

And without further ado...

Hicvember Response

Calliope groaned as she walked back inside, soaked from the pouring rain. It was days like these that she'd disliked her job. Unlike any sane person who'd care about their employees, the outdoor service remained open during a thunderstorm.

She was having an overall crappy day. She'd been yelled at by 5 customers whose orders had been wrong–which was not her fault–her team had been reprimanded about orders being delivered late, even though they'd requested backup multiple times with no response, and she hadn't even gotten her first break and she'd been there for three hours and fifteen minutes.

She was so done with this place. Every day, she felt like she wanted to quit, find somewhere else to work while she went to college. But that was just wishful thinking. She felt her eyes start to brim with tears, completely overwhelmed with everything that was going wrong. She worked hard to hold them back, her coworker that felt more like an older sister noticed her look and wrapped her up in a hug.

“Go on your break, girl, I know it's hard right now,” she told her kindly and Calliope couldn't argue with her.

The coworker, her name was Cherry, helped her out of her jacket and sent Calliope on her way. Calliope would be forever grateful for Cherry, her warm smile made it seem like everything would be okay.

Calliope walked to the breakroom, her boots squeaking on the floor. Shoppers all around looked at her, but she just flat out ignored them, avoiding eye contact. Her social battery had completely fizzled out to nothing. She pushed open the double doors to the break room and sat down on the barstool. She placed her arms on the table and put her head on top, finally letting the tears silently fall.

She cried for a good five minutes before she felt the familiar vibration of a message from Indyko. Calliope wiped her face with her sleeve before grabbing her phone and opening the message.

“.. what the heck?” She whispered and sniffled softly when she saw a 10 minute audio file, along with the headphones emoji, a winky face, and bubbles emoji below it. “What, are they blowing bubbles?”

Calliope sent them a message back, a simple ‘???’ to portray her confusion. It didn't take long for them to respond back to her, encouraging her to listen to the file with headphones. The woman rolled her eyes at the vagueness of it all, but did as they wanted.

She grabbed her earbuds from her pocket, connected them to her phone and hesitated a minute before pressing play.

The message began and Callie heard the first hiccup and her face just exploded in a deep blush, her eyes widening and jaw dropping, before she paused it, her breathing quickening. Calliope couldn't listen to this in public. She hurried to her locker, grabbed her car keys, and ran to her car, getting soaked by the rain, but that didn't matter right now.

She unlocked the door, opened the door, and went inside the backseat. Out of breath from running, she put her hand on her chest to try to calm down, but the excitement of listening to the rest of the clip was exciting her too much. So after readjusting her earbuds and turning the volume up, she pressed play and let the sound of Indyko's hiccups take her away.

“Oh my gooossshhhh,” Calliope covered her face, “I can't believe they did this…they recorded themselves…with h-hiccups…for me?”

She couldn't help but feel her eyes watering again, this time out of happiness. She couldn't believe that she was lucky enough to have a par-fiancé that would do this for her.

She couldn't help but feel the urge, thankful that she'd gotten tinted windows recently. They would definitely come in use now.

“Wow, they're so fast,” Calliope commented to herself, unzipping her jeans and moving her hand down between her thighs, “nnngh, how I wish I could've felt your body during these…I could just imagine.”

She closed her eyes and imagined seeing Indy as they were describing themselves and their case and how their case was affecting their body. She pictured how their head was probably being pushed back by the force of each hiccup. How their chest popped out and their tummy bounced.

She listened to the entirety of the file, labored breathing following her little session as she lay in the back of her car in euphoria.

“Holy fuck…” she muttered quietly, then realized, “I don't have a change of underwear…”

Calliope looked at the time on her phone, noting that her fifteen minute break was over. She couldn't find it in herself to care. She sent a quick text to her work friends group chat, messaging them that she was going home because she wasn't feeling well. Then she got into the driver's seat, started her car, and drove home.

The drive home was uneventful and not long at all. Calliope took a deep breath as she walked into the house. Indyko looked up from their spot on the couch, confusion on their face as their chest jolted suddenly.

“Call–ie? What're you-*HUCK!*-oh,” Indy placed a gentle hand on their chest.

The soaked woman took off her boots and socks before heading over to Indy and laying down on top of them, snuggling close.

“They came back?” Calliope whispered as her head jolted with Indyko's chest.

“Yeah, a few *HOLP!* minutes ago, actually,” Indy chuckled quietly, ending on a loud double hiccup. They stroked Calliope's wet hair, not minding themselves getting wet from the dripping rainwater.

“Thank you…for sending me that first case,” the redhead leaned into the hair strokes. “I dunno how I ended up so lucky to have you as my fiancé. You must've sensed how rough of a day I was having.”

“Oh no-*HNK!*, dear…you wanna ta-*HAUK’KMP!*-mm, excuse m—me, sorry…do y-*IP!*-you want to talk abou-*HOOP!*-t it?” Indyko moved their other hand to rub her back soothingly.

Calliope sighed and nuzzled impossibly closer, subconsciously rubbing Indyko's stomach, providing her fiancé some comfort. Eventually, she shook her head, “no, I just want to lay here and relax on top of the most amazing partner-”

“Fia—fiance,” Indyko corrected fondly.

“Right, fiance…I keep forgetting that,” Calliope nuzzled her face into their chest.

Indyko smiled, “well, do you *HNK'GLP!*-mm want to get com-*HMK!MMK!*-oof comfortable? Ge-*HEUP!*-get your pjs on-*hnkgm!*-mm *HICK!*-ooh *HIGGUP!grrrruulp!HULP!*-fuck, scuse me.” They covered their mouth, head thrown back by another silent jolt.

Calliope's breath shuddered, “I'm not leaving this spot…” She continued rubbing their tummy. “Tell me about your day?”

“Pretty much *HU'UP!* was busy all day *HUP!*-mm *HULP!*-jeez,” Indyko rubbed their chest, “fir-*ERK!*-first…” and they regaled the events of their day, hard, loud hiccups interspersed in between with no signs of slowing down.

“Go-*HAUK!*-osh, I don't *HMK'M!HIMPK!*-ah know why the-*HEE!*-se are so ba-*HAULGK!-HIP!-HAUP!*-ngh, so bad *HICKOLP!*-ah,” they frowned.

Calliope frowned up at them, “you can cure them, if they're hurting you. Please, I encourage you to.”

“They don't hurt *HUP!* they're just unusually fast *HILK!HIMPK!* and hard and lasting lon–*NGK!*-longer,” Indyko admitted, “the tu-*HUH!*-tummy rubs are nice though- *HMK'M!-HNK!-HICK'L!*-oof *HUCK!*-ugh *HOLP!-HILP!-HICKUCK!-HOUP!*-ok, ok.”

Indy sucked up some air and held it, strong muffled hiccups jolting their body even worse than before. Calliope pouted, wishing there was something more she could do to help her fiancé. She just kept rubbing their tummy, as it growled loudly. Calliope blinked and looked up at Indyko, “when was the last time you ate anything?”

Indyko thought about it as a strong *HMM'MMK!* made them release their breath. “Good *HULP!* question.”

“You're hungry,” Calliope told them, “that's why your h-hiccups are so bad.” She blushed at the stammer.

“O—oh…” Indyko realized, “that makes sense *HUP!HUP!*-uff-*GOUP!*-fuck *H'GUP!*-stoooo-*HOP!*-oop.”

“I'm ordering us a pizza,” Calliope grabbed her phone and went to their favorite pizzeria's website and ordered two pizzas, one all cheese, one with ground beef and pineapple. “It'll be here in 20 minutes. Will you be okay until then?”

Indyko nodded, the next hiccup forcing their head to hit the arm of the couch, “owww…”

“Okay, come on, we're getting you a snack right now,” Calliope stood up and dragged Indyko with her to the kitchen.

“Callie-*HICK!*-”

Calliope shoved a granola bar into their hand, “eat.”

Indyko obeyed, opening the snack and taking a bite. They carefully waited for the next few hiccups to pass before swallowing the bite. They did the same for the second bite and by the third bite, their hiccups slowed and quieted down a bit.

“Addin-*ngk* don't forget lunch t—to my to do list forev-*herk!*-forever,” Indyko dragged a hand down their face.

“Right, or else your fiancé will be very mad,” Calliope warned them.

“Apparently, so will my diaphragm, heh-*HICK!*-oops,” they patted their chest.

Calliope smiled and kissed their cheek, “well, it's not all bad. You got to show off some amazing h-hiccups…but I don't want a repeat of this, kay?”

“Yes, ma'am,” Indyko saluted.

Indyko's hiccups went away as they were waiting for the pizza. Calliope finally changed into some comfy pajamas and the two lovers enjoyed the rest of the night with their pizza and a movie with cuddles.

Fin~

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Hey–

So I know it's been a while, but I just had to share–

I almost had a case of hiccups for the first time in years this morning!

I was drinking my energy drink, it's carbonated, and I had one hiccup, which is normal, but then I coughed and another one popped up, and I was shocked, but excited. A few more happened without prompting, but then they stopped. They only lasted for less than a minute, but still to be able to feel more than one hiccup? It gives me hope that maybe one day I can prompt a full case some day.🤔😔

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Hicvember Day 30: Free Space

Hey everyone, long time no see, but literally all of my motivation to write suddenly vanished out of the blue so have this random story I had prepared ahead of time. And another special thanks to @hic-hic-dreams for creating this prompt list and all the lovely people who participated as well!

It's just Calliope today with an Indyko honorable mention

Hicvember prompts used: free space

CW: hiccups, loud hiccups, talk of the human body, mention of menstrual cycle, mention of arousal level

And without further ado, I give to you...

The Hiccupping Professor

Calliope huffed as she plopped down onto her seat that she'd assigned herself. She absolutely despised this class. The professor wasn't the problem, honestly. Dr. Kerning was a great professor. He was very knowledgeable in the subject, clearly loved his job, and his husband that he always talked about.

It was just the subject itself that she couldn't wrap her head around. The anatomy class felt too out of her element. When she had first picked her classes, she had just chosen a bunch of random ones to kind of get a feel for what she might actually want to do with her life. Now she knew she didn't want anything to do in the medical field.

As she was setting up for yet another lecture that'd want to make her pull her hair out, she received a text from Indyko and she couldn't help but feel her heart warm at the sight.

Indyko: good luck with your classes and lab today. You got this💚

Ugh, that's right, today was a lab day. Just a reason to stay even longer in this hellhole. The doctor entered the room, so she sent a quick thank you text and put her phone away.

Calliope frowned and opened up her notebook. She clearly didn't feel like taking any notes. Especially considering she was planning to withdraw from the class anyway. It'd be better for her mental health to abandon this subject completely.

Today, apparently they were discussing muscles. Calliope mostly tuned out his voice and focused on half-heartedly taking notes. She didn't even really look up from her laptop much as she tried to match with the pace of his speech.

“Does anyone know what the diaphragm's job is?”

Calliope stopped writing and looked up for the first time. They were discussing the diaphragm? Her immediate thought was ‘it's responsible for hiccups’ but she couldn't just say that out loud. Barely focusing, she heard someone else give the proper answer. She watched the doctor's face light up as he then proceeded to point out where the diaphragm was on his body and took a deep breath. Somehow, she hoped that the difference in his breathing pattern would give him hiccups, but she knew in reality, that was probably not going to happen.

Dr. Kerning often had singles during class, but he'd always muffle them. Except one lab class where he'd accidentally released a single *HUCK!* and she'd hoped for another one, but nothing happened. Unfortunate.

They moved on from the muscle with nothing special, y'know like normal people who didn't almost have a heart attack over the word diaphragm. Calliope went back to writing notes when she noticed a pause in the doctor's voice. She looked up to notice he was drinking a diet Pepsi. Her heart pounded as she waited in anticipation for anything resembling a hiccup. Carbonation always did her body wonders. Sadly, it didn't seem to be the case for Dr. Kerning.

She sighed internally before looking back to her notebook and continued her writing. Honestly, she wasn't even paying attention to the lecture, just focused on writing as fast as the doctor spoke. Her left hand started to cramp up as she'd written a lot in her previous class as well. Pausing in her writing, she looked up just to see his upper body jolt slightly with his fist covering his mouth.

Calliope's heart pounded in her ears as she stared, wondering if she had seen things correctly. She had her hopes up when she saw him jolt softly again, only to be disappointed with the knowledge that it was only a muffled burp. He reached for his can again and took another sip before continuing the lesson.

‘What a tease…’ her brain provided her as she picked up her pencil and began to write once again.

This happened pretty frequently throughout the class. He'd start lecturing really quickly, he'd be interrupted by a few muffled burps, he'd swallow his burps before taking a sip of his soda. It was torture for Calliope and she'd wished her body would stop reacting to every single-

*HUCK!*

*clink*

“Ah, shit,” the doctor cursed as he watched his can fall to the ground, the liquid pouring out onto the floor. He huffed, “I'll cle-*heek!*-ean it later. Excuse me.” He covered his mouth as his body jolted with two quick muffled hiccups.

Calliope watched, suddenly glad she hadn't decided to skip the class today. She watched as he sucked in a breath, holding it. She noticed his hiccups still jolted him hard, if not harder from being held back. He was forced to release the air as a forceful *HULP!* broke through.

“Sorry, it seem-*mk!*-ms I can't shake these today-*nk!HNK!* ooh, excu-*hoop!*-use me,” the doctor announced. “Hope you—ou don't m-*mpk!*-mind.”

The class pretty much eased his worries, if he'd had any to begin with. Calliope sensed that nothing really phased the man. So a case of the hiccups were probably a walk in the park for him. He was only apologizing out of courtesy for his students.

“That's another thing the diaphragm is good for,” another student joked.

The doctor chuckled, with hiccups sprinkled in. “Yeah, so remem-*mgk!*-mber when I mentioned volun-*nkUP!*-ntary and involuntary muscles? *hingk!* And how the dia-*huckuh!*-diaphragm-*hmMKmh!* is considered a voluntary *hick'l!* muscle because you *IC!* don't need to think about breathing? Well with *HIC*cups-” he paused to chuckle at his timing, “-they are in-*hnk!*-in-*HNGKUP!*-oof, scuse me-*heep!* involuntary repet—titive spasms of the diaphragm-*hick'm!huck!*” He gently patted his chest. “The spasm-*h'muck!*-ms from your diaphragm cau-*huckuck*-ses your vocal chords to clos-*shmk*-e, which makes the *hick'm!* sound, more or less, but it's different for every-*IC!*-one.”

Calliope had already known this, but she had stared at him throughout the whole spell. Seeing all of the different jolts. Hearing all of the different sounds, ranging from deep to squeaky to quiet to loud. Calliope didn't know what to do. Her brain fogged up and all she could do was watch as he tried to continue on with the lesson, only to be thwarted by the betrayal of his body. The anticipation for the next hiccup gave her chills, she was pleasantly surprised by how quickly she was reassured it was a full on case. She had given up writing notes, she could write them down later, she had access to the slides.

Seeing how he was failing to teach a single topic without the hiccups interrupting, he decided to end class a little early and he canceled their lab for today. Calliope stood from her chair and instantly felt her nether regions were quite wet and warm, but she'd like to gaslight herself into believing it was only from her period. She would definitely be enjoying some time with Indyko when she got home.

Fin~

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Look at my bb girl🥺 they would love this spotlight, embarrassed about the hiccups though, poor girlie. Thank you for drawing them!💚

Day 25: Greetings, Kai

|| BRIEF MESSAGE: @hiccupscloud-26, here is your dear character, Kai, chosen to be art composed for this "Day 25 Prompt." What a surprise for me to do them, actually. I had a nice time drawing this baby of yours. I do hope I did justice on them. Think of this as an art for you instead of a prompt that needs to be accomplished. Extending my gratitude for giving me your consent to do your original character! ||

After setting 3 spins, here is the chosen original character the wheel has destined to me. Do check them out, respectfully. Their characters and fictions are sweet and awesome.

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Hicvember Day 21: Fav Fandom

Hey yall! I know this is a day late, but when I got home from work yesterday, I ate dinner, my head hit the pillow, and I was out like a light.

CW: Fast hiccups, horror movie, mention of dog death, someone laughing at dog death

Fandom: F@irly 0ddP@rent$ A N3w ₩ish

Hicvember prompts used: fav fandom

And without further ado, enjoy!

A lot happened ever since D.ev and Ir.ep's takeover of Fa.iry Wo.rld:

D.ev was still a miserable kid, but he was deemed “too dangerous for fairies” so Jo.rgen made the ultimate decision to give him a second chance with the Provisional Fairy Godparent Program.

The Provisional Fairy Godparent Program, or PFGP for short, was a program that assigned fairies to a child part-time. Many used this opportunity as a test run for miserable kids who were also misbehaved and inherently bad. A fairy would be assigned to a kid and would only work either half-days, alternate between days, or a combination of the two.

Pe.ri was reassigned to D.ev under this program, disguised as a babysitter D.ale had hired for him. In addition to P.eri, Ir.ep was assigned as well as punishment for his crimes. He would have to work with P.eri and behave or else he'd be locked up for all eternity.

The two started out rough. Neither of them wanted to work together. They always argued and fought. But when they realized they both cared for D.ev–well, Peri already cared–and saw how their arguing was negatively affecting the boy, they put their differences aside and worked together. Eventually, their animosity toward each other fizzled out into a friendship and a few months after that, something more.

It was against F.airy Wo.rld law for fairies and anti-fairies to date, so they kept it secret from everyone. Their parents, their friends, they tried hiding it from D.ev, but he'd caught them flirting with each other before they kissed in front of him. He promised not to spill the beans if they never kissed in front of him again, deeming it as “gross.”

On their off days, P.eri would invite Irep to hang out in his parents’ apartment. There they would cuddle and watch TV. It wasn't much, but there really wasn't much they could do in public.

Today was one of their off days and the two creatures were on the couch snuggling and watching a horror movie while eating popcorn.

“Why did I let you pick the movie?” P.eri complained, hiding his face in Ire.p's shoulder.

Ir.ep's laughter lit up the room as he held his partner protectively, “cuz you know that there's nothing that will stop me from protecting you.”

P.eri smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek, “you sure you're an anti-fairy? Cuz you're just entirely too sweet.”

“Shut up,” I.rep grumbled and stuffed his mouth with popcorn.

“Sorry, sorry, I'm only teasing, Mr. Bad Boy,” P.eri smirked and patted his hair.

Ir.ep practically purred at the touch, leaning into their hand. “I should've never told you about my ability to purr.”

“Aww, why not?” P.eri playfully pouted, “it's so cute, it's not my fault for exploiting your special talent.”

“It's not a talent I would like to have,” Ir.ep crossed his arms.

P.eri smiled and lightly kissed his lips, “come on, it's not that bad.”

I.rep mumbled to himself as he continued watching the movie. Pe.ri chuckled slightly before nuzzling close to his boyfriend. Suddenly, the dog in the movie was brutally slaughtered. While Pe.ri whimpered and looked away horrified, I.rep burst into laughter.

“How could you laugh at such a horrible-” whatever else P.eri was going to say died in their throat when they heard,

“Hiccah!hic!hilp!Huck-uck! Ah fuck!- hic!hic!Huck'l!-oof, hic-hup!-hiccups,” Ir.ep whined as his body jerked forcefully with every spasm.

P.eri watched him incredulously, their heart pounding heavily in their chest. “You…have the h-hiccups.”

I.rep nodded, “ye-hip!-yeah, sorry…mainly happens higgup!-ah when I laugh too hard. HUCK!-ah, dammit, thought I grew hoop!-ooh out of this.”

“D…do they hurt?” P.eri asked, shifting in his seat, watching his every move.

I.rep opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by another loud spasm. He cleared his throat and tried again, “no, just annoy–oying…” He raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “why do you hmp-ah ask?”

Pe.ri blushed and looked down, “n-nothing, it's nothing, sorry.”

“P.eri,” the anti-fairy paused the movie and looked at the trembling fairy he'd grown to love, “you know hic! you're a bad li-hip!-liar. Talk-uck!-uh to me.”

Ir.ep held P.eri's hands, squeezing them gently. The fairy looked at him as another couple of silent hiccups rocked his beloved's body. P.eri took a staggering breath before saying, “I, um…” they closed their eyes and shook their head, “I can't…”

Ir.ep looked at him with the softest look, “Pe–eri, I would never huck!uck! ever judge you, you can-hngk! tell me any-heek!hip!-anything. Heck, y–you can tell me where you hid a bo-hup!-dy and I'd help you get awa-hlp!huckuck!-oof away with it.”

P.eri chuckled slightly, looking back at him, “yeah…but this one, this…is kind of embarrassing…”

“Yo-hoop!-ou don't have to tell me if you don't wa-hack!hulp-ah!hick'm!HUP! fu-huck!UCK!-fuck! Hold on, let me get rid of-”

“No!” P.eri panicked.

I.rep blinked confusedly, “huh?”

P.eri's eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said. They sighed and ran a hand down their face. He looked at Irep and he spat out, “I…sorta enjoy listening to…h-hiccups.” They looked away, their whole face flushing a bright pink as they continued to ramble, “I-I don't know, I'm sorry, I know it's weird, and stupid, and I'm really sorry, I just really like how they sound and the way the body moves and…oh gosh I sound like such a freak…” P.eri took his other hand from I.rep's and covered his face.

Ir.ep's eyebrows rose in shock, “P.eri, don't apologize, it's not weird huck'l!huck! I promise. You can listen t-hilp!-to me hiccup whenever I get them. I don't mind at hip!hup!higgup!-mm all, sorry.”

P.eri peeked at him through their fingers, “wait, seriously? You don't think I'm a freak and you don't wanna break up with me?”

I.rep scoffed into another particularly strong spasm. After patting his chest, he placed his hands on P.eri's shoulders, “lo-hock!-look at me, love.”

P.eri slowly brought his hands down from his face, “y-yeah?”

“I-HULP!” I.rep blushed. “ahem-hicculp!- sorry, not how I pla-hip!-planned on starting that. I love you, okay? You en-hmpk!‐enjoying my hiccups isn't gonna change an–nything. Well, except maybe ho-hilp!huck!-uh how frequently I get them-”

“No! I…I mean, please, just let them come naturally?” P.eri held Irep's head in his hands, giggling when the next hiccup lifted his head up from their grip. “I would hate for you to deal with hiccups when you don't want to. Especially when you find them painful or nauseous or even too annoying, then I don't like them…”

I.rep nodded, “I understand hip!hic!-uh P.eri. Is there any-HUP-AH!-damn…is there anything tha-hack!-that you wanna do-up!-o?”

“Can I please just lay my head on your lap?” P.eri requested.

“Of course, c-hngk!hmp!mp!hup'm-fucki–ing,” Ir.ep huffed frustratedly. “I'm so-hilp!‐sorry. C'mere.”

“And you're sure you're not in pain?” Pe.ri worried as he lay his head on I.rep's lap in time to feel his stomach bounce with another strong and fast hiccup cluster.

“Yeah, they're just hick'm!hup!‐oof really fast sometimes. It's a-huck-uck!-annoying, bu-huck!hip!huck-up!-but it's nothing I can't hock! handle, I prom-mp!mk!h'muck!‐promise,” I.rep reassured them with a kiss on their forehead.

“Okay…but you let me know immediately when anything changes, and I mean the exact moment, got it?” P.eri looked at him sternly.

“And so-huc!-o what if I don-hum'k!-n't, hmm-hmnk!-mmm?” Ir.ep smirked playfully.

“Asshole,” P.eri rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around I.rep's torso to ride the next bout of hiccups.

Ir.ep's jaw dropped, letting out a very loud HIGGUP!, before gasping and teasing slightly, “oooooh, P.eri cursed~ you gotta put money in the swear jar, you potty mouth.”

“Wha- no, that's only when we're around D.ev!” Pe.ri squawked up at him.

“Nuh-uh! How come you make me do it regardless then?” Ir.ep crossed his arms.

“Because…” then P.eri realized something a little disappointing, “wait, they stopped…”

“Huh?” Ir.ep blinked, completely confused by the shift in topic.

“Your h-hiccups,” P.eri stammered, biting their lips, “they're gone.”

Ir.ep was quiet for a moment, seeming to come to a similar conclusion. “Well shit, guess they are. Sorry, Cotton Puff. Guess that last big one scared them off.”

“It's ok,” P.eri shrugged, not budging, “they'll come back eventually. Besides, you looked like you could use a break.”

“You are so sickeningly sweet, it's gross, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me~” P.eri smirked up at him.

Ir.ep grumbled and looked away, “yeah yeah, I do.”

P.eri kicked his little feet and squealed excitedly. They loved hearing and knowing their boyfriend loved him for who he was. He leaned up and kissed his chin, “and I love you too.”

I.rep only blushed and turned the TV back on. The two panicked when they heard the keys jingling outside the door. P.eri frowned, but quickly sat up and Ir.ep poofed away after blowing them a kiss. He smiled at the spot next to him as the door opened.

“...and then I told them to-” W.anda's voice trailed off as she noticed P.eri on the couch, “oh, hey P.eri!”

“P.eri!” C.osmo also cheered and dropped everything to hug P.eri tightly.

“Ok, ok, dad, I'm suffocating here,” P.eri tried to wiggle free.

“What're you doing watching a horror movie by yourself?” W.anda raised an eyebrow at them as she ruffled his hair. “I thought you hated horror movies.”

“Ah, yeah, well…let's just say I was…feeling nostalgic,” P.eri glanced at a family picture they took with his godbrother.

That seemed to work to distract their parents enough from his unusual movie selection. He knew his parents were saying something, but he couldn't focus. He was thinking about the future, looking forward to hanging out with his boyfriend again.

Fin~

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Hicvember Day 18: 2+ Cases

Hey guys! This was actually my favorite one I've written so far. This was actually the story that prompted that post reminding myself that I'm an adult, lol.

Just Indyko and Calliope as usual

Hicvember prompts: 2 cases at a time/induced/cuddles/fantasies (got a lot done with this one, lol)

CW:

Fast hiccups

Induced hiccups

Burping/belching

Burping in face

Horniness

Arousal mention

Make out section

Mention of a gun

Flirty teasing

Implied sexy times not written

Without further ado, enjoy

Indy and Calliope were just relaxing and watching a movie when Calliope had brought up one of her fantasies that she'd wanted to try. Indyko was curious as always, experimenting with Calliope always ended up being really fun and entertaining.

She had told them that she'd always dreamed of witnessing 2 cases of hiccups at one time, or having the hiccups alongside someone else. Indyko had smiled and nodded and told her that they could plan out a day for them to have them together.

Today was finally the day. Calliope had gotten herself her go-to inducer: a bottle of soda. Indy didn't know what would induce their hiccups, but they did know spicy foods did it. They honestly didn't want to deal with the heat.

“Maybe we should wait until I have the hiccups first,” Indy brought up their concerns, “I'm not sure I want to experience those heat hiccups, if I'm being honest…”

Calliope nodded, “that's valid, hun. I don't want you in any pain. Then it'd be no fun. Do you wanna try my method?”

“If you show me how to do it,” Indyko blushed slightly. “Maybe it will work for me too.”

“Let's hope so,” Calliope giggled quietly and placed a kiss on their still blushing cheek. “We're so goofy, people usually want to get rid of hiccups, and instead we're actively trying to get them. Weird, huh?”

“Eh, who wants to be like everybody else? Normal is boring, you gotta live life the way you want to,” Indy shrugged. “If that makes it weird, then we'll be weirdos together.”

“Indy…” Calliope looked at them in complete awe before going over and placing a kiss on their lips.

Indyko squeaked, gasping in shock and swallowing a bubble of air as they kissed her back. The two of them continued to kiss each other, getting a little distracted by each other. Indyko grabbed Calliope's stomach, playing around with it as they deepened the kiss, noting their breathing quickening. They were on their way to a full blown make out session until Calliope felt an instantly recognizable and hard thump in Indyko's chest. Her eyes widened as she quickly felt another, this one forcing their lips apart with a loud *HMPK!* caving their throat inward.

Indy placed a hand on their chest as they tried to catch their breath, though it was extremely hard with their hiccups jolting them every few seconds, give or take.

“I-*HICK!*‐I thi-*NK!* that d-*HUP!*-did it,” Indyko looked at Calliope, smiling slyly, “your *HOLP!* tur—urn~”

As much as Calliope had wanted to just witness this extremely rare fast case of hiccups that they'd been blessed with, she nodded, picking up her soda and getting to work. She didn't leave her spot on Indy's lap, feeling every jolt, every jump, she was excited, her head flooded, yet floating at the same time.

Indy was preoccupied, playing with Calliope's tummy as they rode through these rapid fire hiccups. They'd never had a case like these before. They were almost too much for them to bear.

Almost.

Calliope drank her soda, watching Indyko play around with her tummy. It sloshed and gurgled with the liquid being poured down. She released and burped loudly. Right in Indyko's face. Calliope covered her mouth, “oh my gosh, excuse me, I'm so sor-*hick'it!GRRRREULLP!* excuse me.”

Indyko hiccupped through a quiet groan, “fuck *HUCK!* that was so-*HOLK!* hot.”

Calliope's eyes widened like saucers, then smirked, deciding to play along with them, “oh ye-*hiyuck*-yeah? You like it when I *hup-GRRRRUUULLLUPP!*-aah burp in your face?”

“Callieee-*HICK!*-eee*HEEK!*-oof,” Indyko's head was thrown back twice by the force of those hiccups.

Calliope giggled, “sorry, just a little teasing. How are you holding up?”

She frowned slightly at the lack of hiccups. She started drinking more soda until the bottle was empty.

“I'm *HU-UP!* doing alright *H'GUP!*, though I may n-*HNK!*-need to, um…” they blushed profusely and looked down, trying to avoid looking at it.

“Oh shit,” Calliope knew what they were getting at, “ok…you wanna- *huck!*...*HUCK!HUCKAH!GUP!* Fi-*ic'KULP!*‐nal-*hngkuh*‐ly, whew the-*heek!*-these are *huck!* f-*hu'uk!*-fas–st, fu-*huck!*”

Indyko whimpered, holding onto Calliope's stomach, thanking whoever invented crop tops. They held on tight, but not rough, as the hiccups bounced her stomach fat, making it jiggle stunningly.

“Gosh, Ca-*HIUP!*-lliope, you are *HUCK!* stunning,” Indyko whined, their hips twitching slightly. They pulled Callie closer to them so that she was now straddling them, “please *HULP!* Callie.”

Calliope froze before burping in their face again, eliciting a beautiful sound from them she hadn't heard…ever. “Oh excu-*holpkuh!*-excuse *HULK!GIUP!* me, je-*HEEK!*-jeez.”

Indyko winced, “Callie ple-*HEEK!HIK!HUCK!*” At their increased excitement, their hiccups quickened. “It hu-*HERK!*-urts.”

Calliope frowned slightly, “your h-*ic'KULP!*‐hiccups?”

Indyko shook their head and blushed even more as they steadily played with Callie's stomach, their own chest jolting alongside their hips. Their jeans were getting tighter and tighter. Calliope slowly processed, but when she did, she smirked slyly, “is tha-*HACK!HUCK!*-that a gu-*GILP!grrrup!*-gun in your po-*hu'uck!*-pocket *HI'UH-RRRP!* or are you *hngkuh!hip!GUP!* excited to see-*heeeek!grrruuullp!HULP!*-mm, me?”

Indyko glared at Calliope unamused, “you're *HUPAH!* cruel.”

“Okay, o-*hup!*‐kay, clothes o-*hmpf!*‐ff, get re-*hip!*-ready for a wild *HIYUCK!*-oof, ride.”

~~one sex scene later~~

The two partners were now laying on the couch, both naked, cuddling up with each other, out of breath, but not out of hiccups apparently. Indyko was on the couch, Calliope on top of them. They had somehow gotten their hiccups to sync up with each other.

“How was *hyuck!* that?” Calliope giggled at the *HULP!* that Indyko copied.

“Incredible,” Indy beamed and continued cradling Calliope's tummy Like it was the most precious and fragile thing in the world. “Thank-*HNGK!* you.”

“Mmhm-*hmkmk!*-mm *HUWICKUP!*-nnngh *ic’KAUP!* shit,” Calliope groaned.

“You okay? *hip!* Not slowing down, huh? *hingk!*” Indyko gently rubbed her tummy, noting their hiccups were now out of sync.

Callie's seemed to be speeding up again while their own were slowing down.

Calliope shook her head, “not at *huuuuck!* all, *KUP!*...aren't organism-*hmpk!CUP!*-ms supposed to sto–p hiccups?”

Indyko tried not to laugh, “you mean or-*huck*-orgasms?”

“You knew what I meant *HOUP!*-oof,” Calliope shrugged, laying her head on Indyko's chest, listening in on their last few hiccups.

“Yeah, or so I've *hk* heard…well, I guess it *ic* kinda worked for me,” Indyko shrugged and placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

“Y'know, that was *huuckiiip* my first time?” Calliope noted and Indyko almost jumped up.

“No way, what? Wait, why am I surprised, it was my first time too…” Indyko couldn't help but chuckle at themselves and Calliope joined in too.

They held each other as they laughed, enjoying their moment before they eventually calmed down, wiping tears from their eyes. “You know I really do love you, Calliope, don't you?” Indy looked at her with all the seriousness they could manage.

“I know, Indy, and I love you too,” Calliope reached a hand up to cup their face, “I love you so much and…I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Indyko's face instantly lit up in the brightest red imaginable. “...” They couldn't even conjure words to throw a sentence together.

Was that a proposal? That sure sounded like a lighthearted proposal. Or maybe they were just thinking too deeply into it.

“Hehe, did I break you?” Calliope chuckled and nuzzled closer to them.

“A-a little bit, yeah,” Indy admitted sheepishly.

“Aww, what did I break you with? Just curious,” Calliope smiled endearingly up at her beloved.

“Oh…uhhh, just…when you said you looked forward to spending the rest of your life with me…” Indyko blushed impossibly redder. “Implying that…you wanna marry me?”

Calliope blinked as she realized and nodded, “yeah…I really don't envision me with anyone else, and…I wanted to give you a whole extravagant, surprise engagement, but I kind of ran my mouth a bit too much, huh?”

Indyko blubbered out total nonsense, just at a loss for words before they calmed down. “I don't need anything big or extravagant…”

“Oh…but it's what you deserve,” Calliope reached down and grabbed Indyko's left hand.

“Maybe, but I prefer small and quaint,” Indy squeezed her hand gently.

“Huh…then, would you say yes if…I were to ask now?” Calliope could feel her heart thumping heavily in her chest.

“There's only one way to find out…”

Calliope slowly sat up and looked at Indy incredulously, but one look at their face was all she needed to make her decision. “Indy, will you be my life partner and marry me?”

Indy couldn't hold back their tears as they covered their face. They were prepared for her to ask the question, but still lost their composure. They nodded their head, “yes…yes, of course I'll marry you.”

Calliope beamed and softly chuckled, hugging them close, also tearing up slightly, “I'll get you a ring, the best, most beautiful ring, you'll see.”

“I can't wait, love,” Indy blubbered out and hugged their girlf-no, their fiance back.

Fin~

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Hicvember Day 17: Midnight

Hey everyone! Yay for consistency! Not for long though, lol.

Just Indyko and Calliope, you know the drill, lol

Hicvember prompts: midnight/induced

CW

Induced hiccups pt 2

Painful hiccups

Playful teasing

Usage of safe word

Stomach worship(?)

Soda bloating

Burping and belching

Without further ado, enjoy!

Alternate ending to Hicvember prompt: self-indulgent

“Thank you,” Indyko added, placing a kiss on her forehead, “oh, and, uh…your hiccups are gone~”

Calliope gasped, but chuckled, “you tease…but yeah, I think I spooked them away….bummer.”

“Well, if you wanna do an encore, I'm always down for watching a soda bloat,” Indyko half-joked.

“How'd you know I used soda?” Calliope tilted her head confused.

Indyko pointed to the bottle of soda on the floor, “I used context clues.”

“Mm,” she looked at the time on her phone as she stopped the recording, “it's midnight.”

“Noted, we can move to the bed while I, um…watch,” Calliope watched their resolve fade slightly as a light blush reached their cheeks.

“Very well, let's do it,” she grabbed their hand, and her soda, before they made their way upstairs.

Quickly making it to their room, they both lounge down, their backs on the headboard.

“Are you ready?” Calliope asked as she opened the soda.

“Mmm, actually, is it alright if I were to…lay on your stomach?” Indy blushed, “it's totally fine if you say no, I know this is new and if you wanna go slower-”

“Indy, go ahead, I don't mind as long as you don't mind all of the inevitable bouncing that's going to happen,” the woman smiled at them, and that was enough of an invitation if any.

Indyko quickly lay their head down on her stomach and smiled as they began to rub it, “oh my goodness, so plump and soft. This is my new pillow. Forever.”

Calliope chuckled while opening her soda, “once these hiccups start back up, you'll regret ever saying that.”

And without any hesitation, she chugged her bottle of soda. Indyko watched, hearing the soda drop into her stomach, joining the rest of the liquid already there. Taking a break from the carbonation, Calliope released a huge burp, making her tummy gurgle and bubble. Indy was entranced.

“Huh, weird…I don't feel any hiccups coming,” Calliope frowned. “Maybe they're just done for tonight-” she was interrupted by another belch, covering her mouth. “Whew, excuse me. How are you doing down there?”

“I'm great, thank you,” Indyko nuzzled into the marshmallow paradise that was Calliope's tummy. Or maybe it was more like soft clay.

They decided to find out for themselves, rubbing her tummy and gently grabbing her muffin top and playing with it, mesmerized by all the folds and the rolls.

Calliope chuckled slightly, “babe, that tickles.”

Indy gasped and stopped, blushing immensely, “s-sorry! I got caught up, I should've asked first-”

“You're ok, Indy. Just relax, you're allowed to play around, experiment. I'll let you know if I don't like it or need a break, ok?” Calliope reassured them.

Indy slowly nodded and smiled as they continued playing with her tummy. Calliope got to work finishing up her soda. Gulp after gulp, she suddenly felt a familiar pressure and she stopped drinking just in time to release a *HIP'CAH!grrrrrulllpULP!HU'OP!*.

Indyko's head bounced off every time Calliope's stomach bounced with a spasm, but they didn't mind. It just added to the experience. Though, they did ask, “you ok? Those sound pretty strong.”

“*HICKIM!* Ye-*HULP'AH!*-mm, *hhhHMKMH!ggmmmmplHMK'AH!*IC!*” she couldn't even put together a sentence because they were so fast. She nodded at Indyko, implying to them that she was alright.

“They came back with a vengeance, huh?” Indyko joked slightly and rubbed the constantly jolting tummy. “Poor Calliope, can't seem to stop hiccuping~” they teased lightly.

Calliope moaned quietly, “In-*HINGK!*-Indyk-*ic'KULP!*‐Indyko-*m'GUP!*-ooh *HULPAH!HOLP!GAUP!*-ah fuck.”

“Awww, they just make her bounce like crazy,” Indy continued the commentary. “And she can't even say my name without being interrupted.”

They looked up to see Calliope gripping the sheets as her head kept jerking back against the soft headboard. It wasn't just her head, though. They noticed her whole body moved immensely at the mercy of her hiccups. The whole bed would shake.

“Careful, wouldn't wanna break the bed~” Indy found themselves playing around with her navel.

“*HUCK!HEEEKRRRP!* mm, I'll *HU'UUUP*-mm try——y, fu-*HUCK'L!*-fuck,” Calliope closed her eyes, feeling her blood flowing towards a different region. “The-*HEE!*-se are so *HUCK'ILP!HOLK!IP!*-ngh bad.”

“So deep and strong and loud and beautiful for you, aren't they?~” Indy smirked and kissed her stomach, pleasantly surprised when it attempted to kiss back. “Your tummy loves me!”

“I *HILP!* lo-*HUCK!HUPAH!*-love you *himpka!* too, whew,” Calliope noted the weaker hiccup and slightly sighed in relief. She hadn't realized a back to back case like this would make her so tired. Though, it made sense with how strong both of her cases were.

“Aww, getting tired already?” Indyko lightly teased her tummy, rubbing it again gently. “You slowing down on me? You don't wanna hiccup?” they gently tap on Calliope's tummy.

“*HICK'um!*” was the response.

“Oh? What a discovery,” Indy tilted their head as they experimented some more, “hiccup?”

“*HIUP!*” it happened again.

“Fascinating,” Indyko chuckled quietly, before smirking, “hiccup hiccup.”

“*HIP!KOLP!* Indy-”

“Hiccup hiccup hiccup!”

“*HOUP!HIYUP!HICC'P!* Pops-*IC!*-popsicle!”

Indy immediately sat up and looked over to Calliope, “I'm sorry, are you okay? Too far?”

“It's okay, ju-*huck!*-ust need a bre-*hick'ah!*-break…*holp!holk!icKOLPgrrrup!*-mmf, excuse me-*ic!*,” Calliope groaned. Maybe inducing a second case wasn't the best idea, these were starting to hurt now and they weren't fun when they hurt. “I think-*hingk!* my body's had eno-*huckuck!*-enough. I'm g—gonna try getting ri—d of them.” She winced before sucking in some air and holding her breath.

Indyko watched curiously, seeing her body still jerk with the muffled thumps still trying to escape. But they noticed the hiccups slowly calming down until they eventually went away, though she'd had to release the air sometimes before holding it again. After she slowly released and recovered from what she considered a hiccup attack, Calliope yawned and lay down.

“Yeah, I think I'm done for tonight,” she announced.

“Yeah, we should probably get to sleep before we're here walking around like zombies,” Indy chuckled and moved over, kissing her cheek. “Are you sure you're ok?”

“Yeah, that second case started to hurt after a while,” Calliope admitted and rubbed her chest, “and I think they were about to calm themselves down…until they wanted to listen to their leader down there.”

Indyko blushed profusely, “sorry! I got carried away! It was just…so interesting how they listened to me like that…it's like your body wanted to please me or something, I dunno.”

Calliope held her partner close, snuggling as she closed her eyes, “well, feel free to experiment more next time…maybe on a milder case than this one was.”

Indy smiled and kissed her cheek, “yeah…next time.”

And the two of them drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Fin~