Touchstarved Stories

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.

He grabbed her before her body could collapse completely onto the burning sand. His hands held her with terrifying urgency, pulling her weak trembling form against his chest while the desert wind screamed around them like something alive. "Stay awake." His voice sounded rougher than usual. Almost afraid. The heat had become unbearable hours ago. Endless golden emptiness stretched in every direction beneath a white merciless sky, swallowing distance, swallowing time, swallowing thought itself. She could barely keep her eyes open anymore. Then suddenly- crying. A woman crying somewhere far away. Soft at first. Then louder. A sound so painfully heartbroken it did not even feel human anymore. The both of them froze. A silhouette appeared slowly between the trembling heatwaves ahead of them. A woman. Long dark hair moving violently with the wind. Bare feet sinking into the sand. Jewelry glimmering beneath the dying sunlight. She kept crying. Not looking at them. Not speaking to them. Just crying endlessly as though mourning something too ancient to name. And then her tears touched the desert floor. Water appeared. A thin trembling stream at first. Then more. And more. Until a river began cutting through the burning sand itself. She stared at her, weakly, in disbelief. The desert immediately started drinking it back greedily beneath them. The water was disappearing almost as quickly as it appeared. He moved without thinking. Dropping to his knees beside the river, he gathered water desperately into his trembling palms before the burning ground could swallow it whole again. "Drink." His voice cracked. She had never heard his voice crack before.

"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.

​"𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙢 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩" 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘱'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩? - {𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫} - 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 | 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 | 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 - TWD seasons 7-9

"You smile too much. It's annoying." - Lee Minho Han Jisung is sunshine on legs... loud, clingy, and annoyingly good at basketball. Lee Minho is ice cold, says almost nothing, and plays like he has something to prove. They're rivals from different colleges, forced to face each other on the court again and again. Jisung wants to crack Minho open. Minho wants Jisung to shut up. Neither gets what they want. Instead, they get late-night texts, stolen glances, and a rivalry that feels less like hate every single day. Or: the basketball AU where the yapper meets the stoic and neither survives.

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.

[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. ***

In a world where status is everything and words are wrapped in silk, the Arova brothers are at the top of society's ladder-powerful, poised, and utterly untouchable. Viktor Arova, the elder of the two, is a man of few words and deep thoughts. Thirty-four, divorced, and quietly healing, he's never rushed love. But the moment he crosses paths with Theodore Sinthorne, a sharp-tongued omega with eyes that defy and a heart that yearns, Viktor finds himself drawn to something he never thought he needed-chaos wrapped in charm. Theo, at twenty-three, has never been the type to surrender. Feisty, independent, and allergic to touch unless it feels like everything, he has spent years brushing off offers from Alphas who didn't make his heart skip. But Viktor's steady voice and unreadable eyes? That's something different. And maybe, just maybe, the game he starts with Viktor slowly turns into something real. Across the city, Keifer Arova wears his dominance differently-golden retriever energy disguised in expensive suits and hidden bruises from late-night boxing matches. At twenty-eight, he's sunshine with secrets, kindness with strength. And then he meets Taeha, a quiet beauty with a past he never speaks of. Delicate, guarded, and haunted by the nights he was forced to trade pieces of himself for survival, Taeha wants nothing but peace. But Keifer? Keifer wants to give him a world where he never has to flinch again.

Every city has its secrets. Seoul's run through neon-lit nights and fleeting silence-where a doctor learns how to feel, and a woman learns how to be seen. Eun-sae Do prefers the background. As a night radio script assistant, she pens words for strangers but guards her own heart. Her late commute on Bus 273 is her ritual-quiet, predictable-until an off-duty doctor begins to appear: always in scrubs, always tired, always watching with a kind of patience that disarms her. Koo Jae-hwan doesn't believe in fate-but he believes in patterns. And something about her-her silences, her spark, the way she never looks away-keeps him coming back. What begins as glances across a bus aisle turns into something neither of them expected. Through nights blurred with exhaustion and hope, through missed connections and quiet confessions, they move from strangers to something much more. From convenience store laughter to whispered honesty behind closed hospital doors, Bus 273 is a slow-burn romance built on the in-between moments-where timing is everything, and love arrives exactly when it's needed. A story of longing, transformation, and tenderness that lingers-because sometimes, the ride changes everything. #TheBusRunsAllNight, #SoDoTheirHearts.

--- "Are we out of trash bags?" Dream finally asks, removing his head from the cabinet. "No. I moved them just to fuck with you," he snarks. "Yeah, we're out," he concedes when he gets an annoyed look from Dream. --- OR: George hates his lonely apartment until he meets Dream, his new cryptic roommate, who he thinks might have killed a few people. Life gets increasingly strange... and dangerous... with Dream around. But George can't quite bring himself to care because, hey, Dream can cook and he's kinda cute. --- OR: Dream is a killer, and George knows it. But he can't bring himself to care because he's 100% falling for him. --- Overall TW for murder, depictions & descriptions of violence/attacks, symptoms of depression, discussions of SA (sorta), etc. Chapters will NOT have individual TWs because of spoilers, but if these aren't for you I suggest skipping this one. All chapter titles are just various lyrics from the song "It's Called: Freefall" by Rainbow Kitten Surprise ikr other songs by them.

Giorno joins the gang at the young age of 15, the young teen has never had the best upbringing and barely acknowledged by his parents, He begins his new life as a gangster. He then meets a veteran gang member that is warm and welcoming causing the strong walls of his poker like attitude to crack.

🕯️✨ 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?

"It comes back in flashes. Fear. Anger. But... like it happened to someone else." A certain resurfacing memory keeps Agent 47 up at night. Diana Burnwood tries to comfort him, not knowing what exactly he remembered.

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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.

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

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.

What if letters were not enough? Not notes, texts, calls, chats, games or glances. A cold hearted girl, and an iceier guy trapped in a mental box together If you're into obsession and conflictiom, read this.

Jack, abandoned by his own mother at age of 15...Being raised by his father was hard. He needed the embrace of a motherly love...Developing in a non-good mental state, Jack was sent to ''Corrhey's Mental Hospital'', to treat his motherly issues...Which were affecting mentally...He was sent with a psychologist named Hannan.....

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