Touchstarved Stories

Evelyn Hart loses her corporate job overnight when her company is acquired-and her department erased like it never existed. With rent due, savings shrinking, and LA swallowing her whole, she applies to a too-perfect listing in the middle of the night: Estate Caretaker - live-in. Discretion required. Excellent compensation. She gets the contract in thirty seconds. No interview. No company name. She signs anyway. A plane ticket arrives minutes later. Eldermoor House waits for her outside Edinburgh-an ancient mansion with modern amenities, a forest that refuses to stay silent, and a black lake called Loch Glass that reflects things that shouldn't be there. Evie tells herself she doesn't believe in ghosts. She's just a modern witch-salt, wards, herbs, rituals. Nothing supernatural. But Eldermoor isn't interested in what she believes. The house has men in it. Three of them. All dead. And all of them want her.

Grace was hired to keep the Winter Soldier stable. Instead, she's waking him up. ​ After secretly swapping his chemical sedatives for real medicine, Grace has turned a mindless weapon into a dangerously aware predator. When a mission spirals into chaos, the "Asset" glitches, choosing to protect his nurse instead of his objectives. ​On the run in the frozen wilderness, Grace realizes her mistake: she woke up the Soldier, and now he's the only thing keeping her alive.

A blessed family. The Rathores were often called the blessed family. Blessed by generational wealth, blessed with nobility that ran in their veins, blessed by their very human nature. They were good people, powerful people- almost an oxymoron in the current world. Everyone looked up to them- the perfect family. What happens when a wild card is forced into this perfect family, breaking this house of cards. Azaan Khan was perfectly alright being the orphan with no roots. He was perfectly alright living his life seeking blood and thrills, cradling the remains of his heart until it beat itself to death. He was perfectly alright waiting for death. But then he is forced, handcuffed to a family he knows nothing of, and wants nothing from. Ranveer Singh Rathore was perfectly fine, looking after his weakened father, raising his brothers. The pain of losing his mother and youngest brother had dulled after these many years. He did wonder about them sometimes, but it was a well healed wound... or so he thought until a boy bearing his brother's fingerprints surfaces. Anguish wrecks his father, unease unsettles his brothers, and he himself is at loss at what to do. He adores the stranger that holds his brother's blood- but while he had fixed his family- can he fix what was broken beyond repair? Basically what if a perfectly normal family meets a boy who would leap off a building for fun.

Just a bunch of crappy one-shots, written by a touch-starved teenager. :P

The chapters are really short, so ignore the amount of them! I'm trying something new. How Harry, being something impossible, shook Seattle Grace

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 😁

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.

"You don't get to look at me like that," Noah says quietly. Aiden lets out a breathy laugh. "Like what?" "Like I'm something you could keep." Silence stretches between them-heavy. "I never asked you to stay." Noah adds. Noah finally meets his eyes, expression unreadable. "No," he says. "You just made it impossible to leave." ******************************************************************* Two people. Slowly, learning how to exist in the same space without breaking. This is a story about longing looks, unspoken feelings, and loving someone in all the ways you're afraid to say out loud. A story where nothing happens- until it does. Read at your own risk. This is not an Enemies to Lovers trope if that's what you're looking for!!

Life is getting duller without someone there to hold you (I wrote this story after the effects of covid, and I feel like I truly wrote this from the heart)

Tim Drake knew he wasn't the best Robin. He knew that. He knew Dick was more graceful, flexible, faster, made everything look easy. He knew Jason was stronger, more determined, brutal and fierce. Tim knew he wasn't like them....and yet...he wanted to be more like them. He would do anything to be more like the, Train, stop eating, he even gave up all the sleep he could just to be like them. To finally fill the boots of Robin that seemed far too big. No one notices as he burns himself dry until a motorcycle crash. "Why is everyone better than me?"

One of my one-shot short stories... failed at being a SHORT story. This is a story with a very needy and touch starved Hawks. Meeting him and working with him constantly asking yourself what was i hired for? Art isn't mine, the artists did amazing though. don't own mha Yada Yada. #2 Hawksxreader 2021 (woop) #1 touchstarved 2021 #2 keigotakamixreader April 2021

Sebastian Sallow knows exactly what's expected of him. He also knows he's failing. Caught between desire he doesn't understand and a world that has already decided what's "right," Sebastian turns that fear inward - until even touch feels dangerous. A story about shame, denial, and the fragile hope that maybe the problem was never who he is - but what he was taught to be.

**Spoiler for The Last Jedi** Post TLJ. Recovery from the war is taking a toll on both Rey and Kylo Ren, and as much as they try to avoid each other, their connection continues to bind the two together. But with every passing moment, they begin to realize the only comfort they find is in each other. After all, it's hard to suffer alone when the cure is only one call away.

Florida Man and Australia Man are now dating, recovering the broken parts of themselves. Beth and Ellis are dating, helping with the broken pieces. Tim unofficially adopts a kid and oops they became a family.

Rose started her work as assistant to Papa Emeritus III, better known as Terzo, one year before his death. She became more than just his assistant. A lover, and in his death she also lost herself. Rose will have challenges navigating her grief, even with the time that has since passed. Will Rose learn to love again? Will she ever learn that it's okay to move on? As she is still assistant to all of the future Papas, she will have to overcome the challenges of still working for the Ministry, while also missing her dead lover and the bands twice former frontman. For there is a new Papa afoot. (Gave character a name, but also can be Y/N)

When all hell breaks loose at Port Royal including piracy and secrets of the past, Will convinces his best friend Elianna Miller to join him and a pirate who she despises to help track down her missing cousin, Elizabeth swan, the Governors daughter. This leads to a close relationship between Elianna and the pirate, which results in Elianna making a break for the pirate life.

photo is not mine im not really sure how to explain this poem, sorry

two souls, bound to be apart.

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.)