I Made A Whole New Account For This Huh

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Grace was a very touched starved person. Spending all this time in space with no other humans around, it could take its tole on you. Especially when you're only friend was a alien. Grace would always push past his feelings about it. It felt silly to him. A grown ass man getting upset about not getting a hug every now and then. Its not like he got many hugs back on earth, the occasional hug from his students, but nothing much. So why was it bothering him now?

Rocky didn't understand that feeling of being touch starved. It was something he never experienced, even when floating in space alone for 46 years. But he always did try to make Grace feel better, He was his best friend after all. When he was only confined to his xenonite ball, he would try his best to show as much affection as possible when Grace hugged him. And as much as Grace appreciated Rocky's efforts, it was never enough for Grace unfortunately, it didn't feel the same when you were hugging a massive ball.

Grace was sitting on the steps of his biodome home, ig had only been months since he forst got here. He was thankful for everything the Eridians gave him. Making him food he could eat, building this home for him, accepting him with open arms. He was looking out at the beach not to far from the biodome. Grace didn't notice it at first, but he heard something, not the usual bulky rolling from rockys xenonite ball, but a soft patter along the sand. Grace looked up, and he Froze. Here was Rocky, running along the beach, not in his ball, but in what looked like a new suit. "Grace! Grace! Rocky make new suit!"

Grace stood frozen, even when Rocky landed at his feet. "Grace like new suit, question?" The suit was tighter, no longer a ball, but hugged Rocky's frame perfectly so be could move around better. But moat of all, he could touch things. The words stuck in Grace's throat as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. Rocky crawled forward. "Grace upset he couldn't touch Rocky. Rocky fix." Grace sucked in air quickly before it got stuck in his throat again. He lifted his arms shakily. Rocky knew almost immediately what Grace wanted and crawled closer, wrapping his two front limbs around Grace tightly. The moment Grace felt that connection, he sniffled, burying his face into Rockys carapace. "Why Grace leaking question? Does Grace not like new suit?" "No, no I do..." Grace let out a watery chuckle. "I'm just happy..." He wiped his eyes. "Humans strange. Leak when sad and happy..." Grace chuckled again. "Yeah... we are..." They stayed like that for a long while. Grace didn't want to let go, neither did Rocky but the looks of it. Seemed like they were both clingy. Grace wanted to take in as much affection as possible. Not wanting to miss out on it again.

"Rocky want to get closer!" Rocky suddenly chirped "Huh? What? Rocky! You're knocking me over!" Grace laughed as he was knocked onto his back. "Wha- what are you doing?!" Grace laughed harder as Rocky started to try worm his way under his sweater. "Rocky getting closer!" "Careful- hey! Cohome ohohon! That tickles!" Grace could feel Rocky's hands press and squeeze into his sides, ribs and stomach. "Rohohocky!" "Oh yes, Rocky forget Grace is sensitive." But even as Rocky said it, Grace could swear he could hear a hint of teasing in Rocky’s voice. "Then stohohop ihit!" Grace exclaimed. "Rocky trying to get comfortable." "My ass!" Rocky was totally doing this on purpose. Wiggling around and digging his crawls into Grace's sides. "Grace squishy. New food helping." "Shuhuhut up!" "Grace so mean to Rocky. Rocky only want to hug." "IhIhI swear tohoho god, roHOHOHOCK! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!

Grace shrieked when Rockys claws slipped down to his lower stomach as he tried to push his way up further into his sweater. Grace tried to arch his back as he practically squealed. But Rocky's weight held him down. "ROHOCK COHOHOME OHON!" Grace cried out. This felt so stupid. "Grace so mean to Rocky!" "IHIM NOHOT BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!" Grace kicked and yelped out in protest. "Liar! Grace so mean mean mean to Rocky! Told me to be quiet!" One of Rockys back legs stomped down as he spoke, poking Grace's hips. "Grace apologise now, statement!" Grace realised how stuck he really was, Rocky was under his sweater. He couldn't exactly reach to stop those tickling limbs, and somehow, that made it feel so much worse. When the Eridian got no response other than squeales and laughter, he brought two claws down onto Grace's hips in a drilling motion. "ROHOHOCKY!" Grace thrashed hard, or as much as he could with the weight on top of him. "Grace apologise!" Rocky pushed stubbornly. He was not stopping until he got what he wanted.

"IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!" Grace hadn't realised how red his face must've been. He thanked the stars Rocky couldn't see it either. The moment the apology left his lips, Rocky stopped. Grace lay on the steps panting. "Ahand I'm the mehean one..." Grace countered as he sucked in air. Resting his hand were he could feel the Eridian in his sweater. Rocky started to wiggle again and Grace tensed for more tickles. But none came. What did however was Rocky's head. (Or what would be a head.) Poking out from the neck hole in Grace's sweater. Grace laughed again at how silly it was.

"You're so dumb..." Grace shook his head with a forced smile. Rocky let out a delighted noise, finally going still. "Grace wanted hugs. Rocky fix." Grace huffed. This was going to be a common thing. He could tell. He should expect more hugs, but even more stretched sweaters.

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Fic inspired slightly by the art above which belongs to @blitzzeri 💙

I know its short but I'm on vacation and wanted to get SOMETHING out before I start my requests when I go home. 🙏

Also writing on my phone is ass ✌️

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Risio awoke with a start in the dark. He couldn’t immediately remember the details of the dream, but his body seemed to remember. He breathed heavily, and his heart— or whatever was in there— pounded in his chest. Worst of all, he felt a deep, directionless sense of loss. He had tears in his eyes.

It was not a feeling he was entirely unaccustomed to. He had nightmares, had as long as he could remember. They seemed to have gotten worse since arriving in the gaol, though. He’d been meaning to bring it up to Ignatius, but couldn’t figure out how. It seemed silly, not worth mentioning.

Besides, night terrors didn’t really suit him.

He just sat there in the silent darkness, clutching his chest, catching his breath. Straining to remember what the dream had been about.

Details came back to him in brief flashes; he was running through the woods— no idea why, where to, or from what— and the others were running with him. He was trying to keep up, but the foliage got thicker and thicker and before long he lost sight of all of them. He yelled for them, but no sound came out.

Just thinking about it made a lump form in his throat. It shouldn’t have been that upsetting, but for some reason it was. He couldn’t shake the feeling of terror, grief, panic that still coursed through him. It made his hands shake.

He wasn’t getting back to sleep. His head was a cacophony of directionless, confusing anxiety, and every time he closed his eyes he was afraid that when he opened them he’d be sitting in the forest amongst the thick ensnaring foliage, scared and alone.

He got out of bed. Stupid as it was, he needed to check. Make sure the others were asleep in their beds, that everything was okay. That the dream really wasn’t real. Or a bad omen, or whatever.

Greary was the next door down. Sleeping peacefully, long raven hair coiling prettily on his sheets and pillow. Peet’s room was across the hallway from Greary, and when Risio peeked in he was snoring softly and hugging his pillow.

Mirt’s room was directly across the hallway from Risio’s, and Risio breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door to his usual nighttime tranquility. He smiled in his sleep.

They were all fine. Everything was normal. Nothing to worry about.

He stood there and stared at Mirt as he slept for a moment. Hoped his comfort and calm might rub off on him somehow.

“You good, Risio?” The sleeping monster murmured suddenly, without opening his eyes. Risio froze.

Mirt cracked one eye just a sliver.

“Something wrong, mate?” He asked sleepily, but in the same sweet, easygoing way he always would. Risio felt his face get hot; he didn’t want the others to know he was doing this. But now Mirt knew, and he was still feeling shaken enough that he was tempted to say something.

“N-nothing. A nightmare. Just checkin’ on ya.” He huffed out a short, irritated breath. “Go back to sleep.”

Mirt let his response hang in the cool night air for a moment before responding, and for a second Risio thought he had, indeed, fallen back asleep.

“Mm… a nightmare?” He slurred. “C’mere.” He patted the spot on the pillow next to him, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

“Whaddaya think I am? A little kid?” Risio raised his voice just above a whisper, feeling his cheeks get hotter. “It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.”

Mirt didn’t respond, just pulled his arms from beneath the sheets and held them outstretched in Risio’s direction. Eyes still closed, still smiling sweetly.

Risio let out a tense sigh. He was tired. He was cold.

He wordlessly climbed into Mirt’s bed, into Mirt’s arms, under the blanket. Mirt’s claws came to rest on his back, just barely reaching around his trunk. He rested his cheek on Mirt’s gracile chest, felt tears well in his tired eyes again.

He was expecting Mirt to say or do something else, but he seemed to have quickly drifted back off to sleep.

It was an odd feeling; was it relief? Fear? He’d felt briefly like he’d never see Mirt again, and now he was sleeping in his arms. Happy? He was so happy and so sad at the same time. His heart— or whatever was in there— hurt, his chest felt tight.

He sniffled, and tears burned his eyes. To his mortification, he felt Mirt’s palm gently rub up and down his back.

“It’s okay…” He whispered, so softly it was barely audible even in the silence of the night.

Risio woke up giggling.

“Whahaha— waiheeheet!” He squeaked, disoriented and groggy. Mirt gently poked his belly a few more times under the covers.

“Lookie here, I’ve got a little stowaway, haven’t I?” Mirt teased playfully. “When’d you sneak in here?” Risio cackled, kicked his feet and rolled back and forth on Mirt’s bed.

“Mihihihirt you ahahahass!”

“I suppose I shouldn’t question such a lovely gift, hmm? Not every day I get breakfast in bed…” Mirt made a silly om-nom-nom sound, buried his velvety snout in Risio’s neck and nipped at him softly with his lips. Risio screamed with laughter, but part of him melted.

“Love to start my day off right with a lovely little salad, I do! Mm mm mm!”

“GAHAHAD SHUT UHUHUHUP! Get OFFA me!”

Risio could only barely get the words out before his squirming sent him tumbling mercifully onto the floor. Mirt giggled giddily, peered over the side of the bed with a sheepish grin.

“Whoopsie.”

Risio groaned, propped himself up on his elbows.

“Aw, cram it. That was on purpose.”