Give me hugs please?

[zinnith]

It's been raining almost constantly for like two weeks, the people who rule my country are mean to poor people, work is made of drama and gossip at the moment, various people and institutions are asking me for money I don't have, and now my show made me cry, so I'm feeling kinda down.

Know what would make it better? Hugs! Lots and lots of hugs. Preferably involving Rodney in some way, but John!hugs and Ronon!hugs and Teyla!hugs are great too. Aw, who am I kidding, I want everone to get hugs. It doesn't even have to be Stargate hugs, as long as there are hugs!

Please help me not to have to break out the antidepressants again. I can't write when I'm on meds, so everbody wins, really...

 

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[mesmorizee.livejournal.com]

I hate the weather. :/
And I'm not good at writing fanfic... But I thought I should try.

Rodney McKay had always been a cat person. His parents had had a cat long before Rodney was born and some of his first memories were of that cat, how it would look at him suspiciously from a safe distance not really allowing him to get close. But when he got older the cat eventually accepted him. Letting him pet it and scratch behind the ears, the only thing he wasn’t allowed to do was lifting it up and hold it. Not that Rodney didn’t try anyway, which led to a lot of scratch marks on his hands and arms, and on one day all over his chest. But despite that Rodney really loved the cat. Even when it got older and lost it’s eyesight and one of the ears had an ugly scar where all the fur were missing, and it was pretty much spending all its days sleeping in some remote corner of the house. And when it eventually died, it had been close to twenty, Rodney were devastated. His parents solution was to buy a new cat. A small kitten with red and white fur. And even though Rodney still missed the old cat the kittens love towards Rodney won him over really fast.

Every day when Rodney got home from school the kitten would wait for him by the door making a happy little mewling noise as soon as it saw Rodney and he would pick it up and hug it, and if it had been a particularly bad day, a day when no one seemed to understand Rodney or he had been soaked from walking in the freezing rain. He would carry the kitten to his room and they would lie down on the bed curled up around each other. Rodney would have one hand on the little kittens stomach, fingers buried in its silky fur and he would feel every breath and his ears would be filled with the sound from the loud purring noises it made. It had a calming effect on them both and it felt like everything around them stopped existing and more often than not they would drift to sleep like that snuggled together.


Now I think I need to find my own cat...

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

Oh, Rodney! Kitty! Warm comfy cuddling! This is lovely, thank you so much.

[mesmorizee.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it. :)
*hugs*

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

Kindred II tag typed straight into the comment box, so forgive me if it's riddled with mistakes and less than coherent. *coughs*

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Rodney has seen John hug. What's more, he's heard the woman scientists in his lab talk about it: the way John had frozen when Elizabeth had hugged him in the gateroom, the way his hands had hovered in the air when Teyla had done it in the corridor in front of his quarters. You could arm the man to his teeth, and yet Colonel Sheppard would never be more helpless than when someone tried to give him comfort, or draw comfort from him.

It's the reason Rodney hadn't hugged him when John's father had died. It had been hard enough to train himself to a more physical kind of friendship than he had been used to; to accept John's slaps on the shoulder and Ronon's bone-crushing displays of affection and Teyla's forehead resting against his own. He doesn't want to reach out to John and have his touch be unwelcome.

But this, now... John so full of grief and anger and guilt... Rodney cannot help himself. Perhaps it's the way Jeannie's been training him, but he does associate hugs with comfort now; with closeness, friendship. He wants John to have that, to wipe that terrible expression off his face. Things are bad enough right now. He needs John to not be this brittle, brooding figure.

So he hugs him.

For a moment, John is every bit as stiff and unyielding as Rodney had feared he would be, and wow, this is going to be awkward. No sooner than Rodney thinks this, though, John... relaxes. Lets out a sigh and melts against Rodney, arms coming up around Rodney's back, nose mashed against Rodney's neck as he breathes in deeply. Rodney mirrors the pose, John warm and real and startingly familiar against him, reassuringly there. It feels... surprisingly good, actually, and Rodney can feel some of the tension that has built up in the last few days bleed away.

He doesn't know how long they are standing there, holding on to each other and giving just as much as they're taking.

It's long enough.

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

Oh, boys! It's is perfect and I want them to have this all the time. Thank you so much!

[the-cephalopod.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh* cep xxx

[the-cephalopod.livejournal.com]

"Have I mentioned to you lately how much I hate this planet, Colonel? Because I do. Hate it. Completely, utterly and entirely. It has not got one single redeeming feature."

John shoots Teyla and Ronon a look that says 'it's okay, leave this one to me' and turns to face his disgruntled, not to mention rather soggy, scientist. He has to smother a grin when he catches sight of Rodney again and hopes that his hastily re-arranged features do actually manage to convey sympathetic understanding. If Rodney's glare is anything to go by, he rather fears they may not.

"Now, look Rodney," he starts placatingly, but doesn't get any further before Rodney interrupts him.

"No," Rodney snaps, his glare ratcheting up a notch. "I don't want to hear it. Whatever nonsensical pleasantries you're going to make or true but ultimately pointless reassurances about the vital importance of my work - I'm not interested. I'm up to my ears in this planet's pathetic excuse for mud, my back is wrenched, my data pad will most likely never be the same again and I hate the entire universe!" Rodney finishes his diatribe on a shriek, a flail of both his arms, and yet another patented Rodney glare of doom.

John can't help himself. "Ah, Rodney? The mud - it's actually more like up to... you know... your forehead."

The look Rodney throws him this time is black enough to kill a man, of that John has no doubt. At least it would were Rodney not almost entirely blue. As things stand, he just looks like a very pissed off smurf.

"So Much Hate," Rodney growls and this time the comment aimed squarely at John himself.

Ironically, John doesn't think he's ever loved Rodney more. After all, he is covered in some fairly disgusting cerulian slime, acquired through a pretty damn amazing feat of programming which resulted in an entire village being saved from destruction by an alien landmine. Plus, he's Rodney; and even when he's ranting and soaked in blue gloop, John doesn't think he's ever seen anything more beautiful.

"Come on," John wheedles, setting his weapon aside for a moment, secure in the knowledge that Teyla and Ronon have their backs. "You don't really mean that." He moves in close to Rodney and, ignoring the mud, pulls him into his arms. Rodney flaps for a moment, obviously trying to spare John the blue, but then gives in and returns John's embrace. John holds him close, relaxing at the utter rightness of having Rodney pressed against him.

"Maybe not," Rodney admits grumpily into the side of John's neck. "But you're still an idiot - now we're both blue."

John pulls back just enough to look Rodney in the eye, "Yeah," he says, and leans forward to steal a quick kiss. "But now we match."

***

*hugs*

cep xxx

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

I wish you could see the smile this put on my face. Blue mud and matching boys and Rodney! Thank you so much!

[the-cephalopod.livejournal.com]

*beams back at you* My absolute pleasure - I'm glad it made you smile! cep xxx

[erda-3.livejournal.com]

As local feasts went, this one had been more than satisfactory, Rodney thought, wiping his mouth on the cloth their hosts had provided and enjoying the view of the lovely ladies seated on each side of him.

The chief guy stood at the head of the table. “We would like to share with you our custom,” he said. “On entering into a new alliance such as this one, each of us will choose a partner to enjoy a friendly embrace. I will begin.” He held his arms out to Teyla, who stood up and hugged him for a moment. “We invite each of you to choose a partner and enjoy our custom,” the chief said.

Rodney looked to the woman on his left and then to the one on his right, trying to make up his mind. This was the kind of custom he could get behind. But just then he caught a flash of black off near the other end of the table and saw John standing, trying to make his face look mocking but just looking uncomfortable. As much as Rodney wanted to hug the pretty ladies, he knew Sheppard well enough to know he didn’t want to hug anyone. Rodney sighed, gave his dinner companions a last, regretful look and stood up.

A couple of steps took him to the other end of the table and he made as if to brush past John. “These ridiculous customs,” he said, “I’m just going to head back…”

“Rodney,” John interrupted. “We can’t offend the nice people,” and then John was hugging him and murmuring in his ear, “See, it’s not that big a deal. You’ve got to loosen up a little, Rodney.”

He would have snorted at John trying to reassure him as if he was the uncomfortable one except the murmuring was making him shiver, so he concentrated on hugging back. “Yes, fine,” he said, without any smugness at all. He wondered when watching over John had become so important to him that he was willing to pass up his chances with the local women.

[zinfic.livejournal.com]

Oh yes! Of course John is more important than the local women, he's John. Thank you so much!

[the-cephalopod.livejournal.com]

Oh, Rodney, bless! cep xxx