I think we need to normalize the idea of marrying friends. I don’t mean in a “the best romantic relationships come from the best friendships” type way, though I do believe that’s true. I mean in a “I have zero romantic feelings for you, but I would totally spend the rest of my life committed to a future where you are my primary partner and maybe even raise a family together” type way.
Like, I don’t think it should be an aromantic-exclusive option, or a plan B when you and your best friend are still single at 40 and want to take yourselves out of the dating market.
I’ve heard it mostly as that backup plan, that “if I don’t find anyone, I’ll just marry Trish haha”, and I don’t think that’s even what I’m talking about normalizing. That’s a secondary outcome, seen as “giving up” on finding “real love”, and even if a pair of friends go for it, it’s plagued with this general feeling of “sub par”.
What I mean is that marrying a best friend (or having a committed intimate or emotional platonic relationship) should be seen as just as worth doing as marrying someone you’re in love with. It should be normal for teenagers to try as many committed friendships as they do romantic relationships. It should be normal for someone to say “this is my best friend and if everything works out, maybe we’ll move in together later” or “Trish and I have been roommates for two years now. We’re considering adopting soon, or Trish might carry a child!”
And as an aromantic person, it shouldn’t be strange for me to say “I prefer friendship to romance”. People should hear that and nod their heads like “that’s understandable. John feels the same.”
Hell, I see so many people expressing that they prefer their friends’ company to their romantic partner’s. “My friends understand me better and I think treat me better” and they’re expected to go home to this person, to marry and have kids with this person. It’s bizarre to me. Your platonic feelings for your friend aren’t inferior to your romantic feelings for your boyfriend, and if one of them treats you better than the other, I think you should probably rethink which one is your primary partner.
I also find it strange that it’s not more common in poly spaces for a friend to be considered a legitimate “partner”. In a world where friendships were just as likely to bloom into life partnerships as romantic relationships, I think polyamory would be much more commonplace. “I committed to Josephine about a year ago and now we own a home, but I fell in love with Joe about six months ago and we’re all trying to make it work.” Josephine shouldn’t have to worry about her partner leaving her for Joe just because their bond is romantic and therefore the “sensible” relationship to choose over the other.
I’m just ranting at this point, but I reiterate: committed friendships should not be seen as strange and “sad”, but as a legitimate option for a lifetime commitment. Not just for aromantics like myself, but for everyone. It should just be normal.
And not to be presumptuous, but I don’t think I’m alone in this thinking
LINGUISTICS: Human language is very difficult. Too much is conveyed by body language and what they call ‘tone’. Thankfully Humans are patient with misunderstandings, and largely shrug off difficulties and explain as needed. No one is quite sure what the word ‘fuck’ means, and they are all afraid to ask. Its use is wide and varied, and too often leads to violence of one kind or another.
HOBBIES: When Humans began signing on as crew for multi-species vessels, they began hauling in all sorts of… things. Things that had NOTHING to do with their abilities to do their jobs. Musical instruments, pictures that were cut to pieces which are then reassembled painstakingly, chemical enhancements imbibed for recreational purposes, miniature pre-contact transportation vessels built in containers of glass that serve no evident purpose, meters and kilometers and LIGHT YEARS of string and sticks and small fiddly bits. “What do you do when you’re not working?” “Prepare for more work.” “Wow. Sounds boring.”
KNITTING: Really, not just knitting. The construction of any and all garments on-board ship. Often garments that serve no clear purpose. All needed gear is issued upon arrival. So why is that human standing watch with a handful of long metal wires and a ball of string? AND HOW DID IT BECOME A SOCK? WHY DO THEY KNOW WHAT SOCKS ARE? Crocheted lace is banned among some species because it triggers a closed-loop neurological function when watched.
BOREDOM: It’s not so much being bored that confuses other species. Any beings who traverse the stars are familiar with moments, sometimes long moments, of nothing to do. It is Humans’ approach to this feeling that is unusual. They DO THINGS. Too often, they involve others. “Bands” playing harmonious sounds. “Movie Night” becomes a thing in Human space, so common that for a long time other species thought it was a ritual of some kind. They include the rest of the crew; the crew is usually confused by Human ideas of entertainment. Attempts to share stories in the other direction only lead to the Humans themselves being confused.
The first Human to introduce rugby to a ship as a way to kill time was nearly tried for mutiny.
But since humans are super hard to kill and try to be friends with everything, a common unspoken rule in space is that if a human is afraid, you better be pissing yourself in fear.
So the crew hears a scream from the quarters, and a crew member rushes to see what’s happening.
“Human Jane, what’s the problem? Are you hurt!?”
and she just fukin shrieks “SPIDERRRRRRR!!!!!” and everyone goes batshit insane and spiders are cataloged as extremely dangerous death creatures.
But then on another ship, a human crew member asks if they can bring a small pet, and it is approved as long as the human can prove that it’s not dangerous.
So they pull like a tarantula out of its little cage and let it crawl all over them and the other crew members stare in horror as the human just pets their eight-legged death beast and coos at it like a baby.
-Keith goes to Allura or Shiro because god forbid he talks to anyone else
-Allura goes to Coran and Coran goes to Allura
-Shiro only goes to Keith
-Pidge goes to Hunk or Shiro
-Hunk can talk to Pidge, Keith, Lance , and Shay
-Lance well, when it comes to the real important stuff, the homesickness, feeling inferior, a burden, a seventh wheel, Lance has no one
-Lance tries to form close bonds with the others but they never give him the chance, and those that do he doesn’t want to hurt by telling them of how unhappy he is
-Or he feels the horrible tension that seems to constantly be around them so he takes it upon himself to be the comedy relief
-The reason he flirts is because it makes him feel closer to his brother who taught him all those awful pick up lines
-He’s used to being overlooked it happens when you have a big family, it can’t be helped
-So when they finally have a moment to stop and relax Lance isn’t all that bothered that everyone naturally paired off only leaving him alone
-Lance then decides to simply go to his room, have some me time
-When he finally has his mask on he finds that he has tracks down his face mask(HIS VERY EXPENSIVE AND RARE FACEMASK MIND YOU)
- Cursing he realized it was wet with his tears
- He rushed to fix the mask and try to stop his crying but he finds that he can’t
-He can’t stop crying
-He can’t breathe
-He can’t hear the music he put on earlier
-He’s on the floor
-He doesn’t know what’s wrong and yet he remains quiet, rides it out by himself because who can he tell
-So he waits for what feels like forever to be able to breathe again
-Then he just waits for the panic and blind terror to subside
-And when it’s all over he gets up, the timer went off, it’s time to take off the face mask
-He doesn’t want to be alone anymore
-He doesn’t want to be there
-He wants to be in his mama’s arms
-He wants to listens to his siblings trying to make him laugh
-He wants his dad to be making him chocolate caliente
-Hell he just wants someone to talk to
-He just wants someone in the spaceship to have his back for once
-Someone who is genuinely interested to see him or just listen to everything be it good or bad
-He wants too many things that will never come to pass
-So instead he lays back in bed until the next battle because what else is there to do?
-What Lance doesn’t know is that it’s his birthday
-Everyone went and paired up to go prepare the surprise party for Lance the flirt who just happened to be born on Valentine’s Day
-Hunk went to go make the cake with Coran
-Pidge went to find some dank memes
-Allura,Shiro, and Keith went on to decorate the common space
-What Lance doesn’t know is that they all love him and appreciate him
-What Lance doesn’t know is that Keith planned all of this after Hunk let it slip that Lance’s birthday is on Valentine’s Day
-What Lance doesn’t know is that Keith plans to tell him how he feels about him
-WHAT LANCE DOESN’T KNOW is that the reason no one has had time is because they have been busy trying to hunt down the beauty products the know Lance loves or anything that brings him happiness to be honest
-You see Hunk isn’t making an Altean cake, oh no, he managed to find more than half of the ingredients to make Lance’s favorite cake, a tres leches
-Pidge found at least 3 new face mask made by humans for humans
-Allura is giving Lance a book she’s been writing with all the pick up lines Lance has ever directed toward her because she doesn’t know when but at some point it stopped being annoying and it started to be endearing
-Shiro is giving Lance the chance to give himself a nickname that Shiro will use from then on but it must be appropriate
-And Keith….. he has a whole letter were he wrote down all the feelings he knows he won’t be able to ever say to him
-Just hundreds of words stating how much he loves him and how sorry he is for ever forgetting him
-Asking Lance if he will take him, God please allow him to have a special place in his heart
-So Lance doesn’t know that when he is finally feeling as if he can actually maybe function that the others have Hunk going to his door to coax him out of his room
-But when Lance learns about all of it, learns that he’s not alone and the others have his back
-Now his tears are from happiness and a spark of hope that not everything is impossible
-And yes he does have enough space for Keith, why wouldn’t he?
The Human ability to survive even in horrible circumstances is uncanny. There are thousands of stories out there of humans after a disaster who are presumed dead only to have them stumble into town a few days later or people who survived on the open ocean for days or weeks.
This completely puzzles aliens. Their own kind has nearly a low chance of survival if they are in any physically stressful circumstances. It is not uncommon for certain species to voluntarily leave a group if they know they have a low chance of survival. Because of this most alien species have do not have a great will to live in the face of difficulty. Since this is common in space, people don’t really think about it much when they abandon someone who is slowing them down.
So when their human counterparts race out of safety to save one of their crew even as the ship around them is being blown to pieces, they all flip out. They can’t understand why someone in peak physical condition would risk harm to save someone who is probably already dead.
When the human comes back, carrying the lost crew member in their arms, and stumbles onto the escape pod just before the doors closed all of them are in shock.
Humans quickly become the heroic/stupid species. Stories pile up of their strange fascination of saving others just before death. Some of the more survival driven species begin to pick up on it and try saving their own too.
But unfortunately there is more than one story of aliens leaving a human behind, thinking them dead, only to be hunted down by the human who had to cut off their own arm before signaling another ship to pick them up and take them to a space hospital. The human’s old crew all get pummeled by the human as soon as he finds them. Each of them gets a good black eye from the human’s cybernetic arm
- Matt and Shiro knew each other since middle school and would often hang at the Holt’s house
Shiro basically lived at the Holt house bc Matt is the best
- Before the Garrison, Shiro was the type who didn’t have many friends because by the time he had his first Existential Crisis, everyone else around him was still in their Cooties phase and he just couldn’t relate. The fact that he had a not too common obsession with space did not help his social graces
• Matt was the one who actually had social skills. Matt was the popular kid
• Being at the Garrison helped Shiro blossom into the Golden Boy we know
• He is v embarrassed about his awkward phase; Matt capitalizes on this
• “I’m not doing your paper for you, Matt.”
“bitch i will expose u and tell everyone that you made star trek fanfiction”
“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”
“i would d a r e”
- Matt is v aware of he and Shiro’s height and build difference. It didn’t really bother him. Lean and Short just made it more satisfying for him when he beat the jock types in class. He was fine until The Incident when Shiro was mistaken as his babysitter
• “SHIRO I WILL FIGHT THEM LET ME GO”
“Don’t make me put you in the corner, young man.”
“SHIRO I WILL END YOU IF YOU DONT PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW–”
- Due to The Incident Matt decided payback was necessary and began the whole leap year baby joke
• Pidge started it up again with the Voltron Team
• Space Dad is still Space Mad at Matt after all those years
• As soon as they find Matt he’ll nail him with a babysitting joke so hard
- Matt is quick to defend Shiro when someone insults his best boy. Only he is allowed to roast Shiro. Only he
• “shiro is such a dweeb”
“Yeah, Shiro isn’t that great of a dude as the teachers sa–”
“don’t come near me or my son again blocked and deleted i will fig–”
- Shiro and Matt never fought about the legitimacy of aliens, but they did constantly fight about how said aliens would be like
• It got so bad once that Matt marked his house as a “No Shirogane Zone”
• The ban was lifted after Matt grew bored with no Shiro to hang with
• Shiro wasn’t done being salty tho
• One week passed before he caved in, he missed the peanut butter cookies
• “Let’s never fight like that again. Promise?”
“yea ill promise when you say that purple aliens with robo tech is cooler”
“What no. A royal race of humanoids with magic is much better sounding.”
“we go to a futuristic scientific institution why are you like this”
There is a common theme in Space Australia posts with Sargent/Captain/Commander Stabby the space Roomba with a knife always being present. I propose that basically every ship that has a Human, a Roomba, and a knife ends up inevitably with a Stabby. I also propose that humans act as if every Stabby they meet is the same Stabby. Regardless of make of “Roomba” or type of knife. It could be a large industrial floor scrubber with a Claymore welded to it or a consumer vacuum with a pen knife. They are all Stabby and are all afforded the respect that comes with their station. There is a limit of one Stabby per ship though. All of this is basically unspoken.
Steve x Reader Smut WC: 1889 Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard… AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry
It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.
“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.
Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”
“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”
“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.
“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.
“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”
Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”
Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”
You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.
Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.
The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.
“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.
You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.
Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”
This is the first draft, I might so a full rewrite of it eventually and post it on AO3, but for now have some Ironhawk fluffiness.
Tony Stark was a genius
practically from birth, put in the spotlight by both association and skill.
Nobody was surprised when the rich boy started sleeping around with college
kids years older than he was.
Tony remembers being 4
years old, circuit board grasped in tiny fingers. He remembers his father’s arm
around his shoulder.
He remembers being 6 an
engine on the counter, and his father’s hand on his shoulder, a smile on his
face. He remembers Jarvis, and a lot of hugs.
Then he remembers
boarding school. Remembers kids’ years older than him who only ever reached out
to remind him that he was weakest among them. He remembers teachers who sneered
when he corrected them.
He remembers Christmas
break and the first hug he’d had in months. He remembers every Christmas break
after that and the warmth of Jarvis arms.
He remembers Obie’s hand
on his shoulder the day his parents died. He remembers thinking that he would
never get a hug from Jarvis again.
He remembers having sex
for the first time, he didn’t know her name, heck he barely knew his own name.
But he remembered the feel of her skin against his.
He remembers the day he
realized people only touched him when they wanted something. With women it was
either sex or money, with Obie it was new weapons, and more professional
behavior. He remembers realizing that he didn’t particularly care what they
wanted if he got even a second of contact.
He remembers the day he
realized that Rhodey didn’t hug him with intent. He remembers the day Rhodey
shipped out for the first time.
He remembers a string of
one night stands and the feeling of flesh on flesh. The feeling of warmth.
He remembers the day he
returned from Afghanistan and realized that with the open vulnerability sitting
in his chest sex wasn’t an option anymore.
He remembers dancing
with Pepper. Remembers holding her in his arms. He remembers letting her go
when she asked him to.
He remembers killing
Obie, remembers knowing the man had tried to kill him. He remembers mourning
the side hugs, and encouraging pats on the shoulder.
He remembers the day the
Avengers agreed to move in.
are all of their rooms ready? The passive surveillance is all set up so they
don’t get uncomfortable? And Steve’s is all retro? Natasha has the memory foam
bed right? She said she liked memory foam. Do you think they’ll like it?”
Tony babbles, he hasn’t slept in three days, ever since they agreed to move in.
He had to get everything ready.
“Of course, Sir.
All of that has been completed. I am sure they will love it.” Jarvis
assures him. Tony nods, trying to settle, hands flying up to fix the mess his
hair has become. “Good, good, do I need to shave? I should shave.” He
heads for the elevator, fingers tracing over the messy ages of his beard.
“Sir, this is not a
date I do not believe shaving is necessary.” Jarvis cuts in, halting Tony
on his path to the elevator. “Also, your guests are here.”
Jarvis why didn’t you tell me? Take me down to the lobby to get them.” He
spends the elevator ride trying to fix his hair, it doesn’t seem to have done
“Hello Mr. Stark,
thank you for inviting us.” Steve says, hefting his duffle bag up on his
“It’s no problem,
and please Cap, call me Tony.” He says, gesturing for them to board the
“Still, nice of you
to open your home to us.” Natasha says, smiling at him. Her eyes are
searching though. Most likely for a motive.
“It’s not just my
home now, it’s yours too.” He says, shrugging. Natasha elbows Clint in the
least subtle way possible, and Tony watches, mildly impressed as he manages to
keep hold of his boxes.
“Oh yeah, thanks
dude.” Clint says, peeking out from behind a stack of boxes with Natasha’s
careful script on them. “Okay, Natasha, you’re on floor 74. Clint you get
75, they do connect at multiple points and you can feel free to share
space.” Tony says, hitting the necessary buttons and gesturing to the eye
scanner. “Steve, you’re on 76, and I’m saving 77 for your friend.”
“Tony, we don’t
need whole floors.” Steve protests. Looking at his duffle bag Tony
suspects that is true, he’ll need to buy the man some clothes and things.
“Speak for yourself Rogers.” Clint says, elbowing the super
soldier in the side. It probably hurt his elbow more than it did Steve, but it
gets his point across. Tony elects to ignore both of them.
“Brucie-bear, you have 78, although the hulk room expands
into 79. I put your lab on your floor because I figured it would be more
“Thor gets 79, since he’ll be here the least he shouldn’t
mind the loss of space. Common areas are on floor 80, and the penthouse is
obviously mine. 81 through 84 are set up for Sam Wilson, guests, more guests,
and Rhodey respectively.” Tony explains. “If you need anything from Jarvis you
will have to enter the elevator or a common area, as I have set your rooms to
passive surveillance only to avoid any discomfort you may feel.” The elevator
stops and the doors slide open to reveal Natasha’s floor.
“No Jarvis beyond this point, but there is a top of the line
security system so please try not to break any windows.” Tony says, stepping
aside, Clint gets off the elevator while Natasha picks up her own stack of
boxes and follows him.
It takes an hour to get everyone settled in. Steve thanks
him profusely, and talks about how his floor is too much. Bruce thanks him
quietly and disappears into his rooms. Natasha calls him kitten in Russian and
smiles at him before disappearing into her rooms with a comment about dress
“Stark!” Clint is bouncing on the balls of his feet when
Tony knocks on his door to check on him. “Stark! You built me an archery range
on my floor? You are the absolute best!” For a moment, it looks like he’s going
to hug him, and then there’s a warm weight of Clint’s hand on his shoulder for
half a second. “God, I am never leaving this tower.”
“Glad you like it.” Tony says, trying to ignore how warm his
shoulder feels. Trying to ignore how his heart is beating against his ribs.
It’s been almost three months since he’s seen Rhodey, and therefore three months
since someone has touched him in a friendly way. It feels better than flying in
the suit ever does.
He’s not surprised with the lack of physical contact from
the others. They were busy moving in, and he knows they all have their own
hang-ups. It’s really not a big deal. He’s working on new armor for Steve now
anyways, so maybe he can get a hug or something after.
“Stop kidding yourself Stark.” He grumbles, glaring at his
reflection in the mirror. There are dark circles under his eyes, it’s probably
time he actually gets some sleep. “They won’t want you. Not a team player,
remember? Fucking talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror, no wonder you
only have three friends.” He sleeps until well into the next afternoon, and
then disappears into his lab.
“Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for you. He says the team
wants to do dinner tonight in the common room.” Jarvis informs him.
“They want me to come?” He asks, there’s no one here but
Jarvis and still the caution creeps into his voice. He can’t help but hide hope
behind an air of nonchalance.
“Of course, Sir.” Jarvis says. Steve had asked him to tell
Tony to come, they clearly wanted him there.
“Tell Cap I’ll be there.” He says, hiding a smile in his work.
He goes to team dinner, and the next one, and training. He
tries to live off of awkward brushes of hands, and sharp kicks for practice. He
reminds himself that just because they are here, doesn’t mean they’ll like him.
They don’t owe him hugs.
Tony was fine, really. Completely, and totally fine.
He finishes the first round of upgrade and eagerly calls
them to the lab.
“I made things!” He says, a new quiver clutched in his
hands. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, hugs are a relatively normal
part of gratitude he could get a hug.
“Is that a quiver?” Clint asks, Tony hits the button on the
side there’s a noise as the arrow head is attached. “Shit automated, what a
beaut.” Tony blushes, handing it over. Clint snatches up his bow, practically
running for the range. No hug. Tony turns to Natasha.
“Upgraded widow bites with stun, knock out, kill, and Thor
settings.” He offers, holding them out to her, she grins at him, taking them
from his hands.
“Thanks Stark.” She winks at him as she stalks out of the
room. “These will be so useful.” She doesn’t hug him on the way out.
“Steve, new body armor. Less ab plating more protection.” He
explains, holding up the new and improved suit. “Also, less zippers, that look
was so nineties Steve you don’t understand.” Steve smiles at him.
“No, I don’t, but I appreciate the new suit all the same.”
He says, Tony beams at him. Steve claps a hand on his shoulder as he leaves.
Tony tries to pretend the warmth is enough. Revels in the feeling from that
small touch. It’s not enough, maybe if he makes them more gear.
“You look tired Tones, maybe you should get some rest, you
can show me Hulk’s gift tomorrow.” Bruce offers, he’s so kind. If Tony looked
bad enough he might help him to bed, hold onto him. It would be nice.
“Yeah, I’m going to go to bed.” He mumbles, the pattern continues.
Tony remains cold, and untouched. They
fight bad guys, they eat dinner, and nobody hugs Tony.
The suit was gone, ripped off in the battle. He was beaten
up, a little bloody but still standing when the witch landed in front of him,
lobbing a ball of what he presumed was magic at his chest.
“Let’s see how the world likes you when your deepest desires
spill from your lips. How will they feel knowing how perverted you are?” They
asked, Tony’s jaw ticks as he clenches it shut. The witch disappears.
“Your darkest desire, huh Stark?” Clint teases. “Can’t be
too bad. Want to sleep with a man? Want to kill someone on the team? Want to
kill one of the villains we fight?” Tony’s vibrating with frustration,
desperately trying to remain silent.
“Clint, stop.” Natasha scolds. “Your desires aren’t you as a
person, no matter how dark we won’t blame you.” She assures him, standing on
the rubble strewn street. Tony turns wide eyes to Steve and Bruce.
“We won’t.” They assure him. He relaxes his shoulders
slightly, his mouth parting against his will.
“I want a hug. Please, I just, I just want a hug.” He begs,
face flushing with embarrassment. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Tony’s head drops, eyes tearing up. “I understand. I know it’s weak, I’m
“A freaking hug is your darkest desire?” Clint blurts out,
taking a step towards him. Tony nods miserably. “A goddamn hug? How are you so
good?” Tony finds himself wrapped in strong arms a moment later. “A goddamn
hug.” Clint grumbles.
“I know it’s weak, and stupid. I’m sorry.” Tony whispers, he
knows he should pull back, but he lets himself slump against Clint’s shoulder.
Let’s himself be held.
“Shut up. You’re goddamn perfect. Your darkest desire is a
hug Tony. That’s so ridiculously pleasant.” Clint grumbles, nuzzling into
“It’s so dumb, you guys don’t owe me anything, I can’t
expect hugs. I shouldn’t have. Got my hopes up, cause I’m dumb.” Tony mumbles,
hands clenched in the back of Clint’s shirt. “You can let go now, I won’t be a
“Nope, we’re going back to the tower, and cuddling.” He’s
surprised the others haven’t gotten over their shock and come to join the hug
yet. “God, how did I not know you wanted hugs, I could have offered non-stop
cuddles.” Clint laments. Natasha seems to have gotten over her shock, and she
practically sprints over, leaping at them. Tony flinches just before she makes
contact wrapping them both in a hug.
“Do not be afraid.” She grumbles. He doesn’t look at her,
face still buried in Clint’s shoulder.
“I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to hug me. Shouldn’t
have asked. Don’t deserve it.” Tony mumbles. “Can’t expect hugs as payment. No
buying people’s love.” The words come out like a mantra. She whacks the back of
“You assumed I wouldn’t want to hug you idiot, not that I
would. There is no harm in asking.” She scolds. Clint nods, puffing a breath of
air into Tony’s hair.
“Didn’t want any of you to feel obligated.” He mumbles.
Clint’s grip tightens, and he feels Steve and Bruce joining the fray, a warm
line of skin across his shoulders and lower back.
“No, Tony. We don’t feel obligated.” Clint assures him.
“Just guilty that we missed out on giving you something you need.”
“Don’t need hugs, I’m fine.” Tony grumbles, but he still
hasn’t made any move to pull away.
“Shut up.” Natasha grumbles, Bruce nods in agreement, half
asleep from the Hulk out. “You need hugs. Don’t worry, we’re happy to provide.”
She steps on Steve’s foot when he doesn’t say anything in agreement.
“Of course, Tony, you’re our teammate, and our friend.”
Steve says, pulling back slightly. The hug starts to pull apart then, leaving
only Clint with Tony wrapped around him like a koala.
“I should let go now.” Tony mumbles, releasing his grip on
Clint’s shirt. Clint frowns, they need to get back to the tower, but how to
best do that without letting go, he slides his hand around Tony’s waist, hand
resting on his hip.
“This okay?” He asks, squeezing gently. Tony nods with such
ferocity Clint worries he’ll get whiplash. “Good, let’s get you home for some
more cuddles.” Tony nods agreeably.
“Thanks Clint.” He mumbles. “You’re my favorite.” He’s not
sure Clint heard, words buried in the archer’s shoulder. The walk home is warm,
pleasant, and absolutely terrifying.
They’re almost to the tower before the panic starts to set
in, fears arising that this was all just a show, and that once they get inside
he’ll be back to feeling cold and alone in a crowded house. Even if it wasn’t a
show, he’s clingy, he knows it. They’ll get sick of him.
“To the couch.” Clint announces, pushing Tony down on the
cushions, and lying on top of him. The panic recedes. He’s warm, he’s safe he
can enjoy this.
Tony is worried that they’ll get tired of how clingy he is,
so he has a plan. He gets one hour with them every day and then he needs to
either work or sleep. As long as he leaves the room before they get tired of
him. It’s a good plan.
“Tony, won’t you hang out for a movie after breakfast?”
Clint asks, sliding an arm around his shoulder. Movies are normally at least 2
hours long, which puts him over the hour limit on snuggle time.
“I’d love to.” He admits, “But, I need to work on the suit.”
He leans into Clint’s grasp anyways. “I really should work.”
“Yeah.” Clint says. “You can do that after we watch a movie
though, right?” Watching movies and cuddling is normal, so maybe he can do two
hours a day, and it will be okay.
“Right.” Tony agrees. “I can do that.” Clint might not even
want to cuddle anyways. Which would mean it wouldn’t count as part of his hour,
it only counts if there’s cuddling, right?
“Awesome, I could use a couple hours of snuggling.” Clint
cheers, dragging Tony into the den. Well, if it’s Clint’s idea then he can’t
accuse Tony of being clingy right. “You’re so warm, perfect for snuggling.”
Tony nods absently.
“You sure?” Tony asks.
He doesn’t make it back to the lab after the movie, Clint
slides in another disc and they stay curled up on the couch for hours. As much
as Tony wants to say no, wants to make sure Clint doesn’t get tired of his
clinginess, he can’t. He can’t say no, not when Clint’s arms are warm around
him. He just holds on, waiting for the touching to die down.
He spends months waiting for Natasha to stop hugging him
every time she sees him, or Steve to stop awkwardly hugging him when he makes
new things. He waits for Bruce to stop inviting him to yoga, and helping him
with positions. He waits for Thor to stop greeting him with tight hugs that
lift his feet off the ground. He waits for Clint to stop inviting him to
He waits for months until he realizes he’s not waiting
anymore. He waits until he realizes they aren’t going anywhere.
Like just think of how we are the dominate species on Earth, we have conquered so much and uncovered the impossible yet we are fearful of things that might seems mundane to another race.
Zar'chaken was making his rounds around the deck of the ship as per usual. After supper most of the crew retired to the cabins to prepare for bed. Of course Zar'chaken didn’t particularly participate in this activity due to the limited sleep required for his survival, resulting in his adopted duty of roaming the halls and keeping a watch on things.
As of late, Zar'chaken has become very interested in the behaviors of the Humans. He has observed them and it seems that each one seems to be different in some way, unlike the Charkren species which are very uniform.
Tonight he finds one lagging behind in the common space reading some sort of “thriller” text as the female Human had informed him earlier that day. Down the hall he could hear the image monitor, or “tv”, playing quietly as a couple Human crew members watched the screen.
As he continued, he passed the sleeping quarters where there was little noise. Except for tonight.
A startling high-pitch scream disrupted this peacefulness immediately. Zar'chaken rushed to the sound. Entering the room he turned on the light and his four eyes landed upon the being making the noise. Human Sarah was standing on an office chair dressed in her night clothing and clenching a pillow in her arms. The screams died down when she noticed the other entity in the room.
“Zar!” She half yelled half panted when she recognized him through her disorientation. She was shaking and hunched into a position unlike that of her normal fighting stance. Before he could ask her if she was not injured, she spoke again. “Help, there’s a- there’s a..” she pointed to her bed, covers thrown to the floor in a hurry. At first Zar'chaken did not understand what Human Sarah was pointing to. He cautiously moved closer to the bed until he was able to spot what she had been scared of. On top of the mattress laid a small black dot, Zar'chaken had to crouch down in order to properly examine the intruder. The spider was very small, from his guess it was no bigger that Human Sarah’s eye and yet she was afraid of it. From what he could remember, she had faced many opponents larger than she, but was firm and unintimidated by them. She is well known around the crew as fearless and incomparable in hand-to-hand combat. Which made her behavior now only further puzzling to the Charkren.
“Human Sarah, I do not understand why you are frightened. Did you have an unpleasant dream?” He offered, because how could an unimpressive creature scare a Human.
“No, Zar! The spider! Right there!” She pointed at the black spot on the mattress again, “It- it crawled on me and woke me up! I hate those things.”
“Oh I understand now. The specimen startled you awake and that is why you called out. It is okay now.”
“No, you don’t understand, it needs to go.”
Zar'chaken looked at the small insect before looking at his Human crew mate in confusion again. “The spider?” He asked to clarify.
“Yes. That disgusting thing needs to be disposed of before I’m getting off this chair.”
Still unsure of her behavior, but recognizing her resolve he reluctantly complied and scooped the arachnid into his tentacles and made his way to the door. He only glanced at Human Sarah when she made a repulsive noise.
“What are you going to do with it?” She asked curiously.
“A spider eats other insects such as flies, I’m sure it will do fine near the garbage unit. It is far from where you venture so I assume you will not see it again.”
Human Sarah let out a sigh as she climbed down from the chair. “I better not.”
As Zar'chaken departed from the Human’s chambers, he looked down at the spider still confused about the encounter. However he did learn that Humans are frightened of arachnids…unless this is a trait only Human Sarah possesses. He will only have to test the other Humans aboard the ship to know.