Touchstarved Stories

(COMPLETED) (crossposted from AO3) Tommyinnit doesn't know what touchstarved means, but he knows for sure thats not what he is. Spoilers, that's exactly what he is. - Tommy-Benchtrio-centric :)

I just wanted to say that These pictures in the Cover are not mine!!! I have them from pinterest!!! The couple daisugaiwaoi wanted always to adopt a baby. But at the end it was a soon to be teenager girl who was adoped by them. A silent but friendly girl named Alissa with a terrifying and disturbing backstory who is able to learn what being loved truly meant. After a while in her new school she befriendet a person that has secretly feelings for her. She didn't know how it felt to be in love with another person or even knew what a relationship is. In this fanfic will you able to read the developement of Alissa and the relationship with her and her new live far from her old one. I hope you have fun when you read this!😄

"Stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like that." "I still have no idea what you're talking about." Moving across the world was never part of Orion Newman's plan. Neither was starting over. But between university, family obligations, and a growing list of problems he'd rather not think about, he doesn't exactly have a choice. Then he meets someone who seems determined to insert himself into Orion's life at every possible opportunity. One disastrous project, several questionable decisions, and far too many conversations later, Orion finds himself dealing with something much worse than change: Feelings. And honestly? He would've preferred another group project.

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."

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

Joelann is an introvert who's mastered the art of being present without being seen until he meets Castorice, a lilac-haired stranger whose gloved hands keep the world at arm's length. Her "touch of death" turns crowds into distance; his careful nature turns distance into ritual. Together, in a city of libraries, greenhouses, and rain-lit windows, they build a quiet civilization of beautiful rules: speak low, stand to the side, praise the weather that touches them both. They do not rush love. They learn to hover: palms a breath apart, warmth gathering like a small obedient star. Oranges are sliced; graves are tended; plush animals appear beneath a blue whale slide at dawn. In the almost between their hands, Joelann discovers he would risk everything for a single honest touch... and Castorice trembles for the first time because someone chooses her despite the cost.

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

I wonder if you know If you can tell I'm losing I'm going down without a fight, I don't know how you do it OR Mike and Will go back to their roots, and communicate without really communicating.

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

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.

Shadow Weaver is a prisoner of BrightMoon and it's only fair to say that Angella doesn't like her for many obvious reasons, but after a very umm... unexpected situation they try to become somewhat friends but how long can they both deny their feelings for each other and is Shadow Weaver truly capable of changing?

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)

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.

get it? I'm redoing it so I switched it? yeah I know it's dumb. fight me and my bad humor.

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.

Captain Salazar's pride was his downfall. Driven by ego in life, and now revenge in death, he and the crew of the Silent Mary are now muertos vivientes, living dead, coursing with hatred for the Sparrow and the quest for retribution. Now confined in the infamous Devil's Triangle, Salazar and his officers await the day Jack Sparrow betrays the bewitched compass and sets them free so they can once again terrorize the sea, in search of pirate blood. However, as the crew aboard the Silent Mary resign to their doomed existence, they encounter someone, or something, within the triangle. The officers inform Salazar of glimpses of a masked specter, and mysterious whispers of songs that seem like a chorus of souls intoning in unison. What fate lies in store when the ill-fated crew and their Capitán come face to face with another inhabitant of this Hell on Earth? (Cover is not mine) Crossposted from AO3

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

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.