Touchstarved Stories

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸-𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘸. Calla has always known she wasn't wanted. Not by her parents. Not by her seven siblings. Not even by the servants who barely acknowledge her. She's used to being ignored, used to being unloved-and used to quietly loving someone who doesn't love her back: her brother's best friend, Kieran Holt. But when he snaps at her in a moment of carelessness, something inside her breaks. Calla begins to fade-stops reaching out, stops speaking, stops trying. And when her body finally gives out from an illness no one even knew she had, her family is forced to face the truth: the sister they all overlooked was slowly disappearing right in front of them. Kieran is the first to realize just how badly he hurt her. And he's determined to earn her trust, her forgiveness... and her heart. Because now that he sees her for who she really is-soft, strong, worthy-he'll never look away again. A heart-shattering, slow-burn brother's best friend romance about trauma, healing, and being loved out loud for the very first time.

Indira has spent her life navigating the shadows of the Night Court, smiling when she must, listening when she shouldn't, and surviving what others would not. As whispers of betrayal travel the belly of the mountain and old powers stir beneath the stone, Indira finds herself at the center of a game she's too eager to play. But when the Spymaster enters the scene, she is forced to reckon with a past that refuses to stay hidden, and a future she was never meant to crave. AzrielxOC Double-cross. Enemies to lovers. Night Court politics. A bunch of plot twists. ***Artwork is by me. Please don't steal. I'm working on a better version, but for now this is my best.***

**Enemies-to-Lovers | Forced Bond | Dual POV | Slow Burn with Fast Consequences** --- The bond was the trap. Love will be the kill. Cassian and Reena are shackled together by a forced mate bond, ritual, not fate, and they're both bleeding from it. He's an Alpha who controls everything except the way his wolf whines for her like something starved. She's a Luna by decree who'd rather face silver than face what he makes her feel. They're poison in each other's veins, predator and prey trading places every night, and they can't stop drinking. He'd rather bleed out than admit he needs her. She'd rather burn alive than let him know she's breaking. Between vicious arguments and the kind of tension that feels like teeth at your throat, something shifts. Hate is an exhausting performance when you're breathing the same air, when her scent is on your sheets, when her heartbeat syncs to yours in the dark. Resentment twists into obsession. Hostility bleeds into hunger. And the person you swore to keep at arm's length becomes the only one who sees the beast beneath your skin and doesn't flinch. They weren't supposed to want each other's ruin. They weren't supposed to want each other at all. But wolves mate for life, even when the bond is man-made. Even when love feels like drowning. When the connection they tried to deny becomes the only thing that feels real, they'll either destroy each other or discover that some bonds are stronger than fate. The pack believes in fated mates blessed by the Moon. Cassian and Reena are building something the Moon never planned for. Something forged in fury. Something that might just be stronger because of it. --- One forced bond. Two feral hearts. Two wolves who were never meant to run together, learning to hunt as one. --- For readers who want their werewolves feral, their romance earned through blood and fire, and their happy endings hard-won.

Liora Winslow arrives with a camera and an instinct for noticing what lingers at the edge of the frame. Her attention draws her toward a man who exists too quietly, and toward a school that protects its secrets with care. St. Morwen was never meant to be documented. It was meant to be witnessed. Some things do not survive proof.

"And I feel more like a ghost, like a Specter, In your headlights on the road..." Saddler didn't raise a daughter; he forged a weapon. He shaped Éber to be the vessel for his evil, a blind witch whose touch didn't just sense people-it consumed and controlled them. After he killed Salazar, she ran from him. Éber was lost, a loaded gun waiting in the wilderness. That's when John Winchester found her. He saw the ultimate hunter, and he bound her with a spell to ensure she'd only ever point where he aimed. Now, Éber lives in a world of tastes and control, terrified of the power at her fingertips. Until she meets Dean. His touch doesn't hurt. It doesn't taste. For the first time, she can touch someone without owning them. And for a weapon that only knows how to destroy, that simple connection might be the most terrifying power of all. Dean x OFC Castiel x OMC Sam x Ruby

Let's get one thing straight: I am NOT the villain in this story. Sure, I turned a Saint into a vampire. And yes, that technically ruined a divine prophecy. And okay, maybe the Warlocks have a point about the whole "disrupting the cosmic balance" thing. But in my defense, no one TOLD me Elias was special. Now I'm stuck with: One newly-turned vampire with concerning gold eyes and zero survival instincts. One stupidly attractive Warlock who saved my life and won't let me forget it. ? One Blood Debt I never agreed to (being unconscious doesn't count as consent, Johan). Ten werewolf packs who think we murdered their Ultima, the Alpha of Alphas. Zero ideas how to fix any of this. Oh, and those dreams of me and Johan that are making it increasingly harder to look him in the eye. Those will stop anytime now. As soon as I stop pretending to be his mate. We're trapped in a sacred temple, hunting a stolen artifact, solving a murder mystery, and trying not to kill each other. Or kiss each other. The line gets blurrier every day. Falling for a Warlock isn't just forbidden-it's suicide. Good thing I'm already dead.

Just cute fluff shots for your stomach to get all weird and fluffy/ get the fluffies! -desc written by clover/💜 enjoy!

Zane is feeling more touch starved than he ever has before and Nana just wants to help. Tearful cuddles ensue. (I love these two with all my being! LET MY BBYS BE HAPPY TOGETHER DAMN IT! ;w;)

Tommy craves physical touch. The platonic touches with his family and friends mean nothing less than the world to him. He finds himself struggling though, conflicted on if he should feel so deeply for people. But the touches mean 'I love you' so how else will he say something so important? DNI if you are a mcyt anti or ship Wilbur and Tommy! THIS IS ALL PLATONIC LOVE AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY WEIRD COMMENTS. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KICK YOUR KNEECAPS IN (in a videogame, in a videogame...) Anyways... Cover art isn't mine! (@Arror_ on Twitter.com) Feel free to leave any constructive criticism as a comment or correct my spelling! I really appreciate feedback, just don't be mean! Thank you for reading!! Also posted on AO3.

Set between 13x17 ("The Thing") and 13x18 ("Bring 'Em Back Alive"), this story offers a glimpse of Sam's attempts to get through to Gabriel after his rescue from Asmodeus. Contains an abundance of hurt/comfort, because I can never resist reading that genre myself.

This is a pureshadow story, I see the deciet trio as a family so...yeah! And whenever I read pureshadow/puremilk/shadowvanilla where shadow milk like moves in with pv i always wonder what happen to candy apple cookie and black sapphire, so...yeah, first few chapters are gonna be mama shadow milk 😁

Garbage Drabble lol Credits to @bussisuki on Twitter for cover art!

Hi, so I'm VERY touch starved and cry when I read about people being upset and receiving comfort makes my heart beat

honestly? Just wanted some kinda insecure, touch starved, low key bottom Todo. He may be a liiiiiiitle OOC. Lo siento. :) Enjoy. (I wrote this at like three am god have mercy.)

Two unlikely friends are slowly realizing that they may be more than just that.. A cuddly ooey-gooey story that makes me want to throw up. Special thanks to my friend for making me suffer

Dream was starving, but not in the food sense.

Katelynn Green is a 8th grade girl. She tries hard not to think about it but she can't stop asking herself what happened? She wants answers she wants to know what truly went wrong, so she looks back at what happened and well a lot has happened and even more has changed to say the least.

In a world where superpowers aren't blessings-they're diseases-one boy is cursed with the coldest ability ever recorded: absolute zero. Locked away in a governmental facility, his touch brings silence, his breath freezes air, and his body is too cold for life... yet he survives. When a girl with hellflame-the most painful fire ability alive-is brought to him, everything changes. Two opposites. Both dying. But together... they might just live.