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.

"They outlawed sleep in 2531. In 2576, I started dreaming." In New Albion, sleep is a crime. Dreams are a breach. And something is watching. After the Third World War, a nuclear aftermath reshaped humanity - not by fire, but by DNA. Gamma radiation awakened something buried in the human mind: a quantum resonance that pulses only in REM sleep. Now, the government issues Vigil, a mandatory stimulant that strips away dreams. Officially, it's for productivity. Unofficially? It's a firewall. Because dreams open doors. Kay, a Class D engineering student, skips her dose. Just once. And something wakes up inside her. Or through her. Now she sees too much. Hears whispers no one else can. And when a mysterious outsider named Tom appears, with secrets carved into his memory and a redacted past, everything begins to unravel. Even Sun, her closest friend, is starting to wonder: Is Kay still human? Or is she becoming something else? Welcome to New Albion. Do not fall asleep. They will find you. *Updated regularly, 3 times a week*

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.***

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.

**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.

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 oneshot was a request for NaegamI! Byakuya Togami doesn't need friends, nor acquaintances, or anything in between. There's no time to waste on minuscule, useless things like that. So when Makoto seems driven to insert himself in his life, it causes a whirlwind of confusion and annoyance.

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 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 😁

Ten young adults got trapped in a comfortable hell with no pain and no escape, what could go right? or an attempt at serving romantic (?), angsty multi-pov, omegaverse, kidnapped fic in the middle of the pandemic no one asked for. Brought to you by my hyperfixation and boredom in the middle of a pandemic. pan·a·cea n. a remedy for all ills or difficulties New chapters every week, 4k words per chapter, enjoy

"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.

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

Kaminari decides that it would be a great idea to form a group chat consisting of only omegas. Only good things will come from this I'm sure.

This takes place, after the events of Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel (which is on prime video) After the match against Heaven and Hell, things are starting to look better for the Hotel! Uh.. more or less.. just still no sinner except the originals. Lucifer has decided stay with Charlie for the time benefit as well as keeping her away from a specific Overlord... But the Radio Demon won't suffice this as he did promise his deal maker to ruin the Hotel but not in the way he thought. So now starts a back and forth rivalry with King of Hell, Lucifer and The Radio Demon, Alastor! Notes: One-sided Radiostatic Platonic RadioApple? Ships: HUSKERDUST (Angel Dust x Husker) (Vox x Val)- (On and Off RelationShip) Vaggie x Charlie (Obviously) Zestial x Carmille Carmine (I'll explain)

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

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)

*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

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)