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Is there a specific time period that the Otto and Atticus stories happen? Is it like in modern day? In the past? In the timeless void?
Also are they located in the States or somewhere else like the UK, Australia, France, etc.
Totally just asking out of curiosity, nothing else...don't think too hard about it :)
I did post a timeline somewhere at some point. It happens from the 2017?? (when their stories were separate) and comes into current day when they're married.
I write stories within that time period, but not reliably timeline consistent. There is an attempt. The Sickfics have been set before Otto met Atticus. Ralph's story is set in a sort of ambiguous time where Otto and Atty have been together for a while. So, it could be set in current period, but easily also be a few years left of it as well.
Otto and Atticus live in a generic every-town in the U.S., because that's what I know the best to write about.
Olivia E. Jones causes problems on purpose, ft. Ottocus
A while back, I finally managed to write some fanfiction of @writingforfishes' wonderful characters Atticus and Otto meeting up with one of the Poly-techhic girls. I posted that in their hiccup tumblr community, the aquarium, and they were happy with it, much to my relief. And after that, the two of us got together and did some co-writing ourselves! First things first, though, I will post both my initial story and some prelude from the side of my characters as an introduction to sharing what we wrote together, which will be posted later today or tomorrow. Honestly, this is more or less canon to the Poly-techhic universe in my mind now.
Edit: Co-written sequel is now posted!
TW: Weapons-grade autism-induced awkwardness, public (non-antagonistic) confrontation about kinks
Kinks: Hiccups, but barely. Really not a kink scene.
Atticus and Otto hadn't been doing a roleplay that day, and thank god for that. They were just visiting a bookstore near the local college and Otto caught the hiccups. These things happened, and Atticus did their best not to hover too obviously near Otto, who had found and was getting absorbed in books about whaling or pirates or some similar nautical-hyperfixation-scratching material. Atticus had come here planning to aimlessly browse, but it took them a while to get the willpower to move to a different aisle, and even then, they found themself listening for their husband's hiccups rather than actually absorbing anything about the books they were ostensibly looking at.
If they hadn't been so busy trying (and apparently failing) to look casual while their husband was hiccuping nearby, Atticus probably would have felt the eyes that were on them. Instead, they only realized they were being watched when they were actually accosted. "Hey."
When Atticus looked up, they saw that there was a skinny black girl nearby, casually dressed and her hands in her pockets. She looked like the right age to be one of the college students, though the reading glasses dangling from a chain around her neck confused matters. It wasn't surprising for Atticus to have to look up at someone, but she was definitely taller than average, about halfway between their height and Otto's. Atticus wasn't certain of her gender at first, and not just for the obvious reason of trying to avoid making assumptions, but because her hair was nearly buzzed, and her clothes were fairly androgynous. Most noticeable to them, though, was the fact that she seemed to be glaring down, eyebrows lowered and lips twisted into a frown.
Apparently she either noticed however Atticus reacted to that or was accustomed to scaring people, because she pointed at herself after giving them a wave. "Don't worry, I'm not upset. My face just looks like this. I'm Olivia Elizabeth Jones. Is it okay if I ask you some weird questions?"
Atticus blinked, then turned more fully to face her, wishing that their brain weren't still half-occupied by trying to hear their husband's hiccups nearby. "Well, you've already asked at least one of those, so go ahead, I suppose. Is this for some study or an assignment?"
Olivia shook her head. "No. I just noticed you and think you might be relevant to my best friend."
"'Relevant'?"
She looked away, and it occurred to Atticus that, even though she had seemed at first to be glaring at them, she never actually made eye contact at any point. "Maybe 'similar' would be a better word. So, you're queer, right? I am too. She/her by the way."
"Uh...yes. Yeah." Atticus was still floundering a bit with this interaction. "Atticus, they/them." They held out their hand, but ended up letting it fall back to their side when Olivia didn't seem to notice them do so.
"Nice to meet you," she said, and her flat voice gave Atticus no hint as to whether or not she was being sincere. She was currently standing on her toes, looking over the tops of some of the bookshelves in the direction of Otto. After a moment, she fell back to her heels and focused on an area to Atticus' left. "Is the big guy with the hiccups your partner?"
Atticus hoped to god that hearing the word wasn't making them blush, because they couldn't imagine having to explain that to this stranger. "Yeah, he is. That's Otto, my husband."
Olivia nodded, her expression still not changing. "I thought so, yeah. Not the husband part, just the partner part." She paused and tapped her chin. "Hm. If you're anything like Susanna—oh, Susanna's my friend, by the way. Ah, fuck it, I'll just ask." Atticus wasn't offended, but it did surprise them slightly to hear her curse so casually while talking to a stranger. "But please don't run off and hide in a bathroom."
"What? Why would I—"
"You like it when he gets the hiccups, right? Your husband." Atticus felt their jaw hanging open. Olivia shrugged in front of them. "There's no wrong answer. Including 'fuck off', that's definitely an option. But if you say 'no', I probably won't believe you."
After a moment, Atticus whirled around, seeing that there was nobody else in the aisle with them and nobody obviously in listening distance. It took a few false starts for them to respond, though. "Why...do you ask?"
"Because you're a queer person who's an actual for-real adult and probably knows your shit more than someone my age does, and my best friend is queer and has a hiccup fetish and a lot of big feelings about it. When I noticed you, I wondered if maybe talking to you could be helpful for her."
Atticus wasn't sure what response they expected, but it wasn't that. After a moment, they glanced in the direction of their hiccuping husband, then turned back to Olivia. "I'll get back to you on that?"
She nodded. "I'll be in the squishy chairs over that way. I hope you tell me if it's a definite no, though. I hate getting ghosted." And then she walked off without another word.
After a long moment, Atticus shook their head, then speedwalked back to the aisle Otto was reading in. As cute as their husband was when he was hyperfixating on something (and also hiccuping, but that was a separate issue), Atticus needed a second set of eyes right now, so they tugged on Otto's elbow, grabbing his attention. "Otto. Look over there. Do you see the girl in that chair?"
Otto stared down at Atticus, then looked over their head. The chair that Olivia had flopped into was visible from this angle (albeit barely), and she seemed to notice the two of them looking and gave a quick wave. "Y–hnk! yes?"
"Well, that confirms that she's not some sort of anxiety-induced hallucination at least," Atticus sighed. "Otto, I just had one of the weirdest conversations of my life."
Otto's eyebrows arched as a hiccup knocked his head back. "Given–nnk! who you're ma–hurk! married to and frien–hnk! friends with, tha–huk! that's saying somethin–ngk! What d–huck'l! did she say?"
"She..." After a moment of glancing around, Atticus spoke quietly. "She asked me if I liked it when you get the hiccups."
Otto's eyes widened and he took a quick glance back at her before turning back to Atticus. "Really? hmpk! Out of nowhere?"
"Entirely out of nowhere! Am I that obvious?"
"I don't th-hnk! think so. No-hok! N-not right now hup! at least." Otto didn't sound particularly sure, though. And Atticus wasn't confident that he even could be. He wasn't exactly an objective observer. "Wh-huk! What did you s-nkt!-s-say?"
"Well, I asked why she wanted to know and she..." Atticus motioned for Otto to lean in closer and stood up on their toes to whisper into his ear. "She said she had a friend who has a hiccup fetish? And 'big feelings' about it? And that talking to me could be helpful for her?"
"...oh. Hk'lp!"
"Right." Atticus lowered back down and rubbed the bridge of their nose. "So...I don't suppose you have any idea how to respond to this, do you?" After a long moment, Otto shrugged and shook his head. "Didn't think so." Atticus took a few deep breaths, then turned to Otto. "Let me get some sugar and salt, okay? Whatever I'm going to do about this, I'm definitely going to need your help with it." Otto nodded and followed along with Atticus as they moved towards the café area.
Once Otto was cured, the two of them approached the squishy chairs, and the young woman looked up from where she was sitting cross-legged in one of them, reading glasses balanced on her nose and a book with a dragon on the cover in her lap. "Hi again. Have you decided how you're going to respond? Telling me to fuck off is still on the table." Her eyes flicked up to Otto and she nodded at him before looking away. "I'm Olivia Elizabeth Jones, she/her." Otto jerked back slightly without a hiccup, and the coincidence of her name abruptly occurred to Atticus, something they couldn't believe they'd missed. Apparently this woman didn't miss it, though, as her head tilted slightly before she continued. "Some people call me 'Liv' though. You can do that if you want."
"Uh...Otto, he/him." Otto said after a moment. "Atticus told me that you asked them about your friend?"
"Yeah, Susanna. Where do I start with her?" Olivia completely closed her book and put it up on a table, taking off her glasses and staring up at the ceiling. "She's queer, she's my best friend, and she's into the same thing you are. Don't worry, nobody's around and listening, but I won't get specific here in case you don't want me to. And she's got a whole stupid complex about it. She's gotten better since she started dating Maya, and I think Kiran'll help too—oh, those are her girlfriends, long story—but I know she still gets all up in her head about it. And I just saw you and noticed you watching your husband and thought 'oh, you're like her and you've been alive for way longer, so maybe you could talk to her or something?'" She shrugged, rocking back and forth on her tailbone. "I dunno. If not, no big deal."
After a beat or two, Otto sat down in a nearby chair, pulling another over and gesturing for Atticus to join him. "Alright," he said, "let's start over from the beginning and try again. I'm Otto, he/him, and I'm a watchmaker. This is my spouse Atticus, they/them. They're a writer. And you are..."
Olivia hummed and nodded. "Olivia E. Jones. She/her. I'm a sophomore at the college nearby, and I'm majoring in undecided." Atticus couldn't quite conceal a small snort. "I'm autistic, and I like to people watch to learn the secrets of the neurotypicals. Over the years I've gotten really good at it, so I notice a lot of things most people don't. I also know that my best friend has a thing about hiccups, so when I saw someone had them, I was thinking about her, so I was already primed to notice if someone was acting similar to how she would. I also remembered that I saw you two come in together, so I knew that Atticus wasn't just being creepy. You didn't look like you were being creepy, but I also specifically knew you weren't."
"Okay, is that some kind of dragon detective novel that you're reading?" Atticus asked. "Because that would make this entire thing make slightly more sense."
Olivia looked at the book as if she hadn't seen it before. "No, but now I kind of wish it was. It's dragon erotica. It's not bad. I've definitely read worse dragon erotica."
After a long moment, Atticus pressed a palm to their face and started laughing. "Hang on, hang on," they forced out between snickers, "what exactly makes it good dragon erotica?"
She shrugged. "I really like the characters so far. The dynamic between the two love interests is fun, and they aren't dicking around with a bunch of will-they-won't-they bullshit. The plot's basically an excuse, but I think that works better for me personally than when the writer gets so distracted by the plot and worldbuilding that they never get to the sex. That happened once with a pirate book. It spent like a whole chapter talking about the ship's rigging, and not in a BDSM way. Actually, you were looking at books about ships, right?" She glanced at Otto. "You might like that one."
"Were..." Otto paused. "Were the descriptions of the rigging accurate?"
Olivia pursed her lips. "I dunno. Gimme a minute, I can go find it and we can see." She got up and jogged off into the bookstore, leaving Otto and Atticus behind. The book she came back with, however, wound up starting a multi-hour conversation between the three of them about the physics of sailing vessels, how necessary realism was in fiction, and the decline of paintings of shirtless men on romance novel covers. By the time that Otto and Atticus left, Olivia had requested their contact information so she could learn more about ships from Otto and, in her words, "gain the ability to care about Moby Dick."
Once they were in their car, Otto turned to face Atticus. "I can see why you said that was the weirdest conversation in your life now."
"Is this how kids today behave? Do I need to get a cane and start shaking it at them?"
Otto snorted. "Not just yet, Atty. You don't get to be old before I get there." He sighed. "But really, how are you feeling about all that?"
Atticus tapped their foot against the car's floor, crossing their arms thoughtfully. "I feel like she made some very big assumptions about how well I have my shit together. And the degree to which I don't have a complex about my kinks."
"Have you ever met anyone else like you?"
Atticus shook their head. "No. I haven't."
Otto pursed his lips. "Would you want to?" Atticus groaned loudly and covered their face. "...would you have wanted to when you were her age?"
After a long moment, Atticus sighed. "Yes. Yes, I would have. I'm going to have to have an even more awkward conversation to be a good person, aren't I?"
"No. You're already a good person." Atticus rolled their eyes, but didn't object any further. Otto slowly pulled the car out of park and started to drive out of the lot. "...but I do think you might have the chance to do something that could be helpful for someone. And I think it has the potential to help you, too."
Atticus sighed. "Fine. Just promise me that you'll never walk up to someone and start a conversation like that."
Otto laughed. "Of course not. I'll be too busy talking about ship rigging. And not in a BDSM way." Atticus let out a laugh too, and they watched out the car window as the surreal bookstore encounter faded in the rearview mirror.
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"YOU DID FUCKING WHAT, OLIVIA?!"
"Asked the queer person who's also into hiccups if they wanted to talk to you."
My eye was twitching. I could feel my eye twitching. I could feel my brain twitching. And goddamn Maya cackling from my bed behind me wasn't helping. "What unholy fucking demon possessed you to do that!?"
"The unholy demon of caring about your mental and sexual wellbeing." Olivia couldn't even be bothered to look guilty while she was lying on her bed reading fucking Moby Dick for some reason. "They're both cool. I still hate this book, but Otto's gotten me closer to actually liking it."
"The big guy isn't the one I'm fucking concerned about!" I ripped my pillow out from under Maya's elbows so that I could scream into it, and behind me I could hear her faceplant into my bed. It didn't stop her laughing. Because of course it fucking didn't. "Look, what if the little guy's a fed?"
"A five-foot-nothing nonbinary fed with a hiccup fetish?"
"How are you so sure, though?"
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Because I know you. And because you're not getting set up by middle-aged men and enbies who are trying to arrest people with harmless kinks for no reason. I promise that you will literally never get sent to jail for liking hiccups, Susanna."
I crossed my arms and glared back at the ground. "Can't promise I won't get smote."
"See, you think you're joking or being glib when you say that, but you're actually not," Olivia said, closing the book around a finger.
"Maybe she can't promise it, but I can." Before I could figure out how to respond, Maya had suddenly flopped onto me from behind, weighing me down with her head and her boobs and everything. "'Cause if god hasn't smited my slutty ass yet, he's got a looooong line of people still ahead before he gets to you. But seriously, Susie Q, what's so scary about it?"
I grumbled and struggled against her grip on me, but this was one of those times she didn't actually let me go. "What's so scary about talking to a fucking stranger about my weird fucking fetish? Are you serious?"
"I mean, yeah. Heard of the internet lately? People do that shit all the time." Maya shrugged above me.
"Well this won't be on the internet, Maya! It'll be in real life!" I huffed.
"She's scared of it for the same reason she's still scared to tell Kiran. She's scared because being scared about it is all she's ever done." Olivia was right, but I gave her the finger anyway. "That's why I wanted this to happen. So you can learn how to be something that isn't terrified about it."
"I just—" After a moment I pulled one of Maya's hands over my mouth and screamed again. "Fuck you, Olivia. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."
"You'll thank me later." God, I hoped she wasn't right about that.
"You don't gotta be afraid, Susie. We'll be there too. Like, seriously, what's your stupid worst case scenario? That this is some anti-fetish sting operation? You think I wouldn't punch a fed for you?"
I pulled her hand away from my mouth. "You'd punch a fed for someone you met two minutes ago." She shrugged behind me again. After a moment, I sighed and let myself droop in her arms. "Fine. It's done. I'm not gonna make you into a liar and not show up. You might have to fucking tie me up and drag me into the car, though."
"Yeah, that sounds about right," Olivia said, opening the book again. "Can you believe this thing has an entire chapter about how white the whale is?"
"Fuck that, read me the bit about the sperm party again," Maya said, and I let her drag me back onto my bed with her while I thought angry thoughts. Olivia was probably right. I probably would thank her for it once it was all said and done. But for now I was going to let myself marinate in impotent rage for the fuck of it.
God damn both of these loving women. Damn them directly to hell.
Which I have most likely already have violated and will most likely continue to violate.
Enjoy!
2008: Otto (29) starts recovery after having to be hospitalized with pancreatitis and alcohol poisoning.
Atticus (25) moves away from home to a bigger city in their state with a couple of roommates. They intended to go to a college for writing but find they don’t have the funds so they start working at a grocery store instead. They have no yet started transition nor have they realized they’re nonbinary.
2013: Otto (34) meets Mark (27) while being wrongly accused of a crime.
Atticus (30) continues to work at the grocery store but is now living alone. They have still not started transition.
2016: Mark (30) starts living with Otto (37) after things become too difficult living with Jana while she is in recovery. Mark agrees they are bad for each other, but it becomes clear Otto will be helping him through the break-up whether he wants to or not.
Atticus (33) starts trying to figure out their identity. At this point, they’ve come to the conclusion they are asexual. The rest is denied for the feeling of appropriation of a subculture they long to be a part of.
2018: Jana has gone through a court hearing (featuring Attorney Alice against her) for the death of a beloved dog during a routine surgery. Negligence is allegedly the reason possibly caused by Jana’s continued drug use despite her recovery plan. Mark (32) spirals as after the hearing and her license being suspended Jana decides to move states, go into an intense recovery plan, and start life anew. Alice gives her the best deal possible with the verdict when hearing and connecting with Jana’s life story on a personal level. After the trial she reveals this to Mark, knowing she shouldn’t. Otto (39) supports Mark as much as he can.
Atticus (35) moves back to their hometown to take care of their mother who is having trouble living alone. Their identity journey is put on hold as they attempt to be available to her needs. Simultaneous to this, Atticus has to have a medically required surgery to remove their uterus. They’re overjoyed at the surgery, but still have no idea why it feels so good.
2019: Otto (40) experiences a rebound, falling off the wagon (and off his roof) after Sera, an ex he had a volatile relationship with throughout his youth, dies of overdose after calling Otto and begging him to come and see her. Otto sets a boundary and says only if she’s sober. Finally, after getting no response for a day, he goes over to the address she sent and finds her overdosed in the hotel she was staying. Otto calls Mark (33), beside himself. A couple days later he gets a confusing call from Otto while he’s at work. He drives over only to find Otto on the roof of his house drunk and, after Otto says some pretty offensive shit to him, he falls off breaking his arm. They end up at the hospital and learning how inflamed his pancreas had become with only one (extremely intense) alcohol binge. With the help of his sponsor, Mark, and a few other friends Otto is able to get back into recovery.
Atticus (36) and their mom discover she has liver cancer and treatment begins. Concurrently, Atticus starts to take T and begins to plan for top surgery. But surgery keeps getting postponed with the greater level of care their mom requires.
2020: Mark (34) has been living with Otto (41) for four years, but his relationship with Alice gets more serious and eventually he moves in with her and her daughter. This leaves Otto alone for the first time in a while. Mark notices this and tries his best to keep tabs on his friend. Margie has been in the picture and becomes a close confidant of Otto despite him having asked her out before he knew she was a lesbian. When Cindy comes into Margie’s life, she also plays an important role in keeping Otto from being completely isolated as he was before Mark was living with him. Game night is once a month and Otto is at every one.
Atticus’ (37) mother dies. They pick up their life and head to a new state and city, the state and city where Otto resides. They get top surgery and go from working at a grocery store to focusing on trying to make it as a writer. They are surprisingly successful, though money is tight. Atticus’ apartment is broken into right before Christmas and the detective on the case, Mark, suggests Otto when Atticus mentions the only thing of worth anything they cared about was their family mantel clock, which was broken in the robbery.
2021: Mark (35) and Alice get married. Later that year, they have a son. Atticus (38) and Otto (42) become closer. Though Atticus still prefers the term queer platonic partnership, Otto is happy to be with them. Game nights are far more amusing. Atticus bonds with Otto’s friends, having no friends of their own in the city, yet. After Christmas they move in together, Otto being nervous about Atticus living in an apartment with a growing crime problem.
2022: Margie and Cindy get married. At this point Atticus (39) begrudgingly admits they’re a couple. But they emphasize their demi-romantic status. Otto (43), again, is thrilled just to be in a relationship with them at all. Around January, Atty first learns about Otto’s hiccup proneness and Otto learns about their fetish. Otto shares his fetish and their bond deepens exponentially.
2023: Atticus (40) proposes to Otto (44) on Valentine’s Day. They get married that same year.
2024: Near the beginning of the year, Otto (45) nearly succumbs to drinking again after the death of his mom from the same cancer that ended Atty’s mom’s life, but Atticus (41) is there to interrupt the action and support him by contacting his sponsor and Otto attends meetings more frequently. Otto celebrates their birthday that year at an Antique’s Store and gives them a banjo clock as a gift.
2025: Otto (46) and Atticus (42) continue to go through life together, hiccups and all.
Just so you folks know, there is a Valentine's Day Ottocus story in the works. It's a trilogy. Or, at least, I've planned it to be a trilogy.
The first story is so far over 2k (possibly over 3k) and is still not done.
It's also an origin story on how Otto got clean and got his house and started working on clocks so...lots of hiccups and lots of drama cause in this house we don't do a fetish story with just the fetish stuff.
I gotta punish my well-polished blorbo, first. You understand, of course.
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In writing my most recent fic, I've started to discover my character's musical proclivities. (Also, while I've been listening to music on Youtube it's facilitated the discovery.)
Otto
Unsurprisingly, Otto's musical taste tend to be eclectic and leaning toward older-style music. Zither, cello, symphonic music, bluegrass, and folk music are things he enjoys listening to on his record player.
On a different note, though, Otto's musical tastes also lend from his douchier days as a teen and twenty-something playing sad white boy music on a guitar at the base of trees.
He appreciates the likes of Oasis, REM, Nirvana, Radiohead, Nine Inch Nails, U2, and more. Anything that was strummable on guitar and made him seem like a deeper and more compassionate person than he felt he was in his youth still carries a nostalgic weight in his musical tastes.
Atticus
Atty was always a little spastic with their music tastes. They enjoyed musicals like Cabaret, RENT, and Hedwig and the Angry Inch.
In addition, having older parents lead them to explore artists like The Mamas and the Papas, Harry Chapin, Carol King, and more.
In addition to that, their self-driven proclivities tended to lead them to Queen, Aerosmith, Elton John, Bob Marley, Bare Naked Ladies, REM, Nirvana, in addition to classical music and at least one opera.
So, while there does tend to be some overlap in their musical tastes, if they were to smash their playlists together, it would certainly be an interesting experience!
