Touchstarved hikaye

When shy artist Frieda starts painting places she's never seen, she catches the attention of the last person she ever expected-a lonely, art-collecting Mind Flayer who's convinced she's painting memories of the home he lost centuries ago. Val is a monster. An accountant. A hopeless romantic with far too many feelings and absolutely no idea what to do with them. As impossible dreams, living paintings, and a little too much yearning bring them closer together, Frieda discovers that the scariest monster she's ever met is also the gentlest... and Val learns that maybe love isn't something you can calculate.

Veronika Swan is Bella's younger sister by two years, and she was also sent to live with her father alongside Bella in Forks. In this newly imagined version of Twilight, Veronika battles fantastical creatures, fate, love, and herself. And through it all, sometimes you just have to remember, no matter how dark it gets underneath the setting sun, the moon will rise once again, but if not, it's a sign of something new. Because of Veronika's existence, the original plot of Twilight is kinda completely different. Bella will still end up with Edward, but the actual plot and premise of the story will be changed drastically as I write this, and some events in the actual, original media might not happen. As I've never read the books, this will be based on the movies only. I plan on reading the books soon, but by the time I finish a good chunk of this it will probably be too different from the books to try and fix it. I think this will be a pretty long story, but if I lose interest I'll probably just delete it off here. Oh and no baby imprinting will happen, as well. Don't worry. DISCLAIMERS: swearing, recreational drugs, drugs, underage smoking, marijuana, underage drinking, sexual harassment (what happened to Bella with those drunkards in the first movie before she goes to dinner with Edward), death, blood, gore, descriptions of violence, and other canon compliant violence.

Sherlock is tough starved, just craving for the smallest touch from John. It eats at him for a while, until...

Freya belongs on the field. Nathaniel owns it. Kaiden changes it. They were never supposed to overlap. Now they can't stay apart. Between matches, late nights, and everything left unsaid, something shifts- in the way they look at each other, in the space they start to share, in the lines they promised not to cross. This isn't a love story that plays fair. It's about what happens when desire, loyalty, and timing collide- and no one walks away untouched.

In her past life, Sara Vance was a concert pianist who knew the cost of perfection. In this one, she wakes up in the body of an insecure Boston heiress who spent months financing the bar tabs of private-school elites just to sit in Julian Sterling's shadow. That ends tonight. Walking out into the freezing Atlantic sleet behind Newbury Street, she finds Cole Mercer-the academy's untouchable, scholarship outcast-bleeding against a dumpster with broken ribs and a shattered knee. The boy the prep school calls trash is the only genius destined to build a biotech empire. He doesn't want her pity. He doesn't trust her warmth. And when his raw, bleeding fingers clamp around her wrist, the warning is clear: Don't touch me. A slow-burn, high-tension romance built on starved touches, bitter Boston frost, and an obsession that will tear high society apart. ⚠️ The cover is AI-generated. AI was also used for editing and grammar assistance.

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.

Hatred came easily to Haryā. As one of the Omaticaya clan's strongest young hunters, she had no patience for reckless boys, loudmouths or people who made her feel out of control. Unfortunately for her, Lo'ak Sully was all three. The two had been locked in a rivalry filled with insults, bruised pride and arguments sharp enough to make everyone around them miserable ever since childhood. While Lo'ak thrived in chaos, Haryā kept her walls high and her emotions buried deep beneath silence and stubbornness. Everything changed the day a Palulukan attacked during a simple game in the forest. Separated from the others and forced to survive together, the two enemies became trapped within tangled vines, and a single accident changed them both forever. Their kuru connected. For one brief and terrifying moment, there are no barriers between them. No anger. No lies. No secrets. Only the emotions they were never meant to feel. After that night, Lo'ak cannot stop thinking about her. Haryā cannot forgive herself for letting him see what was hidden inside her heart. As Lo'ak falls deeper in love, which becomes more painful over time, Haryā pushes him away, terrified of intimacy and vulnerability, and the frightening truth that she may love him too. But some bonds do not disappear quietly. Some people leave scars that even Eywa cannot heal. 4/18 Edited Started: 05/26/2026 Ended:? Disclaimer This fanfiction is inspired by the universe of Avatar and Avatar: The Way of Water created by James Cameron. I do not own any canon characters, settings, cultures, or lore belonging to the Avatar franchise. All original characters, plot additions, and story interpretations belong to the author. Number 1 in #scaredlove Number 2 in #blackcatenergy Number 4 in #emotionallyunavailable Number 4 in #emotionalangst Number 6 in #omatikaya Number 7 in #soulbond

"He was never supposed to become her favorite mistake. Kieran Vale was the kind of person people warned you about ___ quiet, unreadable and dangerously calm. And Elara Quinn knew better than to get close to someone like him. But some people don't enter your life softly...They consume it. What starts as tension slowly turns into obsession ___ late night drives, unfinished conversations, jealous touches and the kind of connection neither of them can walk away from without falling apart. They were never official. Never stable. Never healthy. Yet every time they tried to leave, they find themselves right back in each others arms___ Angrier , needier, worse than before. Because the most dangerous thing about Kieran Vale wasn't the way he looked at her. It was the way he made her feel wanted when she hated herself the most. And the worst part? Elara knew this story wouldn't end softly. She stayed anyway.

Whoops, my hand slipped its Catradora time babey!! now all of Wattpad knows you love hurt/comfort ._. ((honestly, I'm just procrastinating working on my StarWars oc fic because it's angsty and I'm a dumbass gay who is yearning for some fluff rn)) Post-show: trauma time babey!! Catra be like: desperately touch starved and touch repulsed at the same time. nightmares. hurt/comfort.

[This fic will likely not be continued] You know that one kid in the back of the class? The one who's always alone, and never talks, and doesn't really have any friends? That's Haven Haddock for you. Total loner of Berk High, and overall ignored student of the school. He's smart, sure, and cute enough, but how come he never talks? And when he does, it's always straight to the point. Done. Final. And we all know the opposite type: Popular, talkative, good-looking---the whole package. That would be Alina Hofferson. She's incredibly smart, plays on the volleyball and basketball team, has tons of friends, everything! Life is good, right? But. . . . Alina has taken an interest in Haven. . . . The most popular girl in school, and Loner Boy? Not a great match. At least, that's what everyone else thinks. ***

"I dance the same every day...every step, every chorus, scream, and laugh...I know them all by spark...there is no escaping this cycle. The room is dark. I'm hungry but still alive.... Wait...there's a light..." My dim optics brighten slightly and a smile spread across my dry dermas as I felt my strings tug and the cycle began anew.

Princess Elowen was raised to be a symbol of peace. Promised to Prince Lucien Ardent, her marriage will unite kingdoms and secure a future written long before she could read her own name. Lucien is adored. Charismatic. Golden. The kingdom sees a love story waiting to happen. But they do not see Anthony Vale. Her shadow. Her shield. The knight who stands behind her throne and watches every hand that dares to touch her. Lucien courts her beneath chandeliers and applause. Anthony says nothing yet somehow his silence feels like a claim. The prince wants her as his queen. The knight wants her as something far more dangerous. And when jealousy sharpens into rivalry, when glances turn into warnings, when restraint begins to fracture Elowen realizes the war threatening the kingdom isn't political. It's personal. Because one man burns for her. And the other would burn the world. Teaser‼️🔥 Anthony Vale has never broken an oath. But when Prince Lucien Ardent's hand lingers at Elowen's waist a second too long, something in the knight shifts. And for the first time since swearing his loyalty- He wonders what it would cost to betray a crown.

A month after he came back, John has almost forgiven Sherlock. So, he decides to visit the detective, but something seems different about him.

🕯️✨ The Watcher; Gothic Paranormal Romance • Slow Burn • Dark Obsession • Healing Love Mira ran. From the city. From her dreams. From the man who promised to love her and nearly destroyed her instead. Now she hides in a crumbling countryside estate, working as a live-in caretaker for a house no one visits and everyone has forgotten. It's quiet. Isolated. Safe. Or so she thinks. Because the house is not empty. And something inside it is watching her. Dorian is not a ghost. Not a man. Not a monster. He is something older-crafted from magic, memory, and betrayal. Once a guardian spirit bound to protect, he was twisted by rage and abandonment. For decades, he's lived in silence, until Mira's presence stirs something in him he thought long dead. She is loud. Clumsy. Kind. And when she thinks no one is watching, she crumbles. He sees her. And he begins to care. As Mira's past threatens to catch up with her, and Dorian's power begins to awaken, their bond deepens into something neither of them expected. But when the man she's running from finds her, Mira must decide: will she run again-or finally fight for the life-and the love-she deserves?

You come to Teyvat to find your cousins, but find much more.

Sapnap , George , and Dream imagines / one-shots ! :) message me any requests / suggestions u have for anyone ! she/her and they/them pronouns will be used. no smut !! enjoy ! :D

*This isn't a love story. It's a mystery wearing a heartbeat.* I don't know where I am. I don't know who he is. All I know is-he watches. He never speaks more than a few words. And every locked door leads to more questions. He says I'm in danger. He says he's the only one keeping me safe. But I wasn't in danger until he showed up. Was I? He never touches me. Until he does. And it feels like forgiveness. He took me like a villain. Touched me like a prayer. And I can't remember who I was before him. #1 in spicytension

Quackity nestled into Wilbur's lap, as he felt strong, comforting arms wrap around his chest tightly and a chin rests on his shoulder. He felt entirely safe, comforted by the large man wrapping his arms around him. "I love you." A deep, husky, British voice finally speaks. "I love you too."

Nothing could have prepared you for this. Waking up in outer space with no memory might be terrifying, but not as terrifying as waking up in outer space with no memory all by YOURSELF. That is... until you find out there's someone else stuck here with you. And that someone happens to be Ryland Grace, a 6th-grade science teacher. What are the odds? Sounds like a real Project Hell Mary.

After the almost-hug in 2x06, Merlin is determined to find out why exactly Arthur avoids touching him. Is it because of him? Or is it just Arthur being a prat? Merlin desperately wants to find out, even though he himself isn't sure why. Merthur. First kiss. Written for Merlin/Arthur Touch Fest 2019 by artypendragon on LiveJournal.