Touch-starved Stories

Sakura Haruka. The outsider. The one who declared to be on top. The boy who blushes easily. Umemiya Hajime. The top at Furin High. The one who is loved by the townpeople. The one with a green thumb. Tachibana Kotoha. Owner of Pothos. The best maker of omurice at Makochi. Umemiya's little sister. People know them due to these, and many more titles. These nicknames were given due to their role, their personality, and their popularity. So do her. The doctor of Furin. The sleepyhead. Little red. Wanna know about her? It might be boring, though. "Oh hey, pretty boy from before." "W...what did you call me?! P...p... pre..." [Contains Manga Spoiler]

Broadchurch fanfiction. Ellie tries to comfort Hardy after Ricky Gillespie is arrested, only for him to flinch when she touches him. She finds out that he is extremely touch-starved. She tries to help him. Hurt/comfort, angst, friendship. One-Shot.

"The ripple effects of 5th year still echoed like a wound that refused to heal. As soon as we had stepped foot onto the campus grounds Sebastian had hunted me down demanding to know why he was given another roommate, as if he had not betrayed me, cast an unforgivable curse on our friend, nor killed his uncle in the madness that was his pride. He had lost everything due to his own folly, and yet still acted as if in some way he was also the victim. Never once stopping to ask if anyone else felt the fallout. Never once asking me how I was holding up." In the fallout of previous event, we follow our Trio through the ups and downs of 6th year. Feeling are strained and repressed, will we ever get a redemption arc? Read and find out! I update weekly on Sunday at 9pm Korean Standard Time (UTC 9+) Also available on A03. This is my first story. Please be kind :)

Where does a memory end? Where does an image lose its ethereal value and turn to nothing but a pile of flesh to keep one warm for the night? In a tiny apartment in Lungmen, at some late nightly hour, Andrew Reiff finds himself stranded in bed, regretting last night's heated decisions. Words ring across his weary, hungover head, as the freezing arms of guilt creep all the way up his spine to deliver their thought-clearing wisdom straight to the brain. The warmth of a snoozing girl lies by his side. A familiair sight, yet better left as nothing more than a memory. Their eyes refuse to meet. Words remain unspoken, as the boy is left to battle with yesterday's mistakes. (Somewhat related to my other works, specifically "Almost Green")

5 times that Peter Parker was too stubborn or shy to admit that he needed comfort until it was practically forced out of him and the 1 time he willingly asked for it.

Technoblade/Dream (or) Techno&Dream ---- Technoblade was pissed. He wished the sound of the gold chains hanging from his cloak made more of a clatter to emanate the frustration he felt. To disrupt the quiet night around him. But alas his annoyance only increased, the cold nipped at the tips of his ears and his boots hit the cobble path. Pink skin barely flushing and his feet being used to the abuse he continued. ---- Basically a story w touchstarvation. Kinda bad Sorry There are no sexual activity. Its mainly hurt/comfort. !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! Chapter 2+3 This is about • t o u c h. s t a r v a t i o n • please read at your own risk. I don't know how to do trigger warning - but just incase then I'm putting this - i got anxious af even writing this so please be careful :/

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧𝒟𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝐻𝒾𝓂 𝒯𝑜 𝑀𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝒴𝑜𝓊? --👔Fluff, Romantic, Silly👔-- Man-nequin is quite the 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 love story between a warehouse worker and an anomalous entity hiding within the plastic shell of a men's clothing mannequin, affectionately named 'Miller' by our main lead, Dove. Will this little creature know what to do with this new-found companion and circumstances? Only time will tell! ۫ ׅ ✧👜────୨ৎ────🧤✧ ׅ ۫

During the Halloween night when Voldemort went to the Potter home, it wasn't Hadrian that was declared as the Boy Who Lived, rather his twin sister, Hannah. Hadrian grew up neglected while Hannah got everything. How will this change when Hadrian begins at Hogwarts? - I own nothing except plot and Hannah. All credit for characters goes to J. K. Rowling, but I have changed a lot of their core.

[THE MODIFIER YOU SEARCHED DOES NOT EXIST IN STAR STREAM.] Kim Dokja stared at the screen, his mind momentarily blank. 「 Secretive plotter does not exist...? 」 The system message pulsed with a cold, absolute finality. In the 73rd Demon Realm, the constellations fell into a bewildered silence. The Great Sage, the Uriel, the Black Flame Dragon-none of them recognized the name. Before he was a "Plotter," and before he was the King of a desolate world, a drifter of countless the world-lines. Having endured 1863 regressions of betrayal and solitude, the Secretive Plotter had long since abandoned the concept of "hope." To him, the Star Stream was a graveyard of failed stories. That was until he encountered the anomaly: Kim Dokja. A man who shouldn't exist, who spoke of a "conclusion" the Plotter had never seen, and who looked at the regressor Yoo Joonghyuk not as a tool, but as a person. In the midst of his bewilderment, the Plotter begins to trace the origin of this spark. Drifting through the farthest, quietest corners of the multiverse, he finds another anomaly-this one dim and very faint, tucked away in the farthest, quietest corner of the Star Stream, he found sparks of probability-a phenomenon that shouldn't exist in a world where the Star Stream hadn't yet arrived. It is a world before the Fall-a world that shouldn't possess a single drop of Probability. Yet, there he is: a young boy emitting faint, rhythmic sparks of golden static. The Secretive Plotter had long since tired of "surprises,"-a man who had seen the end of all things-found his gaze drawn to an anomaly in a quiet, Seoul apartment. This was a spark he had never seen in 1,863 turns-an anomaly he could not simply pass by.

Short romance story. Yeah that's it

Just a small VERY FLUFFY one-shot like the last one 👍 It is also on WIT 👍 Original Idea and Plot Credits to the pictures BOOK 23

"Cuddling," Vos responded. "What?" Fox questioned, pausing. "Cuddling?" (Day 5 of Commander Fox Week)

Flug has a littl accident that turns him into a cute little cat. Blackhat is naturally enraged by this but the small cat is starting to grow on him. Will Flug be human again? Will Blackhat let him change back? Stay tuned. (If you want me to add more, I'm open to ideas. ) You can also read on AO3

"I didn't ask for powers. Honestly, I didn't even want them. But here I am, stuck with random mind-reading that decides to go off at the worst possible moments. Not to mention, I'm 16, my life's a mess, and I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in the world who's not normal. Or so I thought... Veeah's got a head full of other people's thoughts, a weird, chaotic group of friends, and no interest in fitting in. But when she starts discovering that some of her classmates aren't exactly what they seem, she's forced to reconsider everything. Friends? Powers? The possibility that maybe, just maybe, one of them might actually get under her skin? She's still figuring it out. But first... she needs to stop hearing everything about everyone's life, and that's way harder than it sounds."

If you asked Midoriya, it happened in the blink of an eye. If you asked Todoroki, that blink of an eye was a moment that stretched out to encompass years. OR Todoroki sprains his ankle while fighting a villain with Midoriya and it somehow catalyzes the progression of their relationship from friendship to something more.

Kaylee, fierce and driven, hides her pain behind purpose. When their Captain is injured she was next in line, instead the Captancy goes to another. Viren meets the world with composure that feels unshakable-until Kaylee learns to read the flickers beneath it. Kaylee was never meant to follow; Viren was never taught to yield. Thrown together by duty, their every exchange sparks - irritation, defiance, and something they both pretend not to feel. Beneath Viren's controlled exterior lies a quiet storm of guilt and fear; beneath Kaylee's confidence, a loneliness she can't quite name. They clash because they care, even when neither will admit it. He hides behind command. She refuses to be silenced. She challenges his walls; he steadies her chaos. In the silence between orders and arguments, a fragile understanding begins to take root - not built on words, but on the moments they almost reach for each other. By the time trust becomes second nature, it might already be too late to call it anything but love.