#and I crave physical affection

[leviraaaaaa]

Touching Levi for the first time, taking it slow, just the barest graze of your fingers against his cheek but his eyes are squeezed shut and his breathing heavy and he has pure agony etched into his face because holy shit, he might just break.

Because you were so soft. So gentle with him, so good, so slow, so kind.

And the way you were looking at him, with so much love, it's too much for him, he thought. He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve you.

And no one in his life has ever touched him like that.

For the first time, he realized, physical contact doesn't always have to be followed by pain. It's not always a punch in the face or fingers around his throat. Sometimes, it can be this.

And he's praying, praying to what or for what, he isn't sure, but he's begging, he's fucking begging, dear goddamn world, don't take this away from him, let him have this.

And 'Humanity's strongest' was a joke, he thought. Because right now he feels as though he's made of glass, cracking under your bare fingers.

Touching Levi for the first time and he never lets you go after that

[ineed-to-sleep]

Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops

[boycritter]

wanna do something crazy. something wil.d something a little.... risque. yeah thats right. i wanna hold someones hand.

[m3tr0n0m333]

Miles "Nine" Prower who doesn't like physical affection. That any sort of touch had made him uncomfortable (or worse) in the past. Unprompted, intolerable contact that is imposed on him and makes him want to rub off the lingering feeling of their grubby fingerprints.

Except, he can't help the warmth that spreads through his heart when a certain blue hedgehog had run up to him and wrapped his arms around him, even though the fox's face had held a contrasting miffed expression. Or the fluttering joy when their hands had made contact in a quick high five- the giddying feeling rising into a genuine chuckle that he hadn't heard from himself in years.

And the overwhelming desire- the need to prompt a hug himself, lest he lose his final chance. His final chance, to have an experience where he likes touch. And it was warm, despite the flickering of Sonic's existence in his arms. And it was comforting, despite the war that had raged only moments before.

He wishes he could keep the feeling forever, have it linger. But it faded too quickly, as did Sonic's presence in his life.

Miles "Nine" Prower, who didn't like physical affection, but would give everything to have it again now.

[coffeeaddictandinsomniac]

I feel like Scar would be a very cuddly romantic partner. He'll just drape himself across you, like a very cuddly dog.

[hopelessly-hopeful-romantic]

Do you ever want to be held so badly that it eats away at you and you constantly feel the intense urge to cling to your loved ones because you crave physical intimacy so much but have no idea how to ask for it?

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

I need to drive around in the fading light of the sun with someone playing our favorite music until sunset then sit on the roof of my car and talk about everything until the stars appear and we stargaze holding hands

[andersdotters]

Oddly enough, in terms of love languages, I don't think Diluc would have physical touch ranked at the bottom.

[vv-xx]

No thoughts, only holding Diluc. Just holding him. Picking him up, throwing him over your shoulder, carrying him bridal style or on your back. Or just simply touching him, holding his hand or putting an arm over his shoulder, maybe hugging him from behind IDFK. I just want to be near him.

[vague-bisexual-crimes]

Will someone please hug Lister? He is hugging Jimmy every other scene someone please hug this boy

[eldragon-x]

I know Siffrin canonically speaking just experiences violent intrusive thoughts but in my mind he 100% also has something going on related to being touch starved which is not improved by Bad Touch.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Uhhhhhhh uhh-hu,huh. I'm listening, I'm listenting. <-*just scrolled upon random kissing art refs on my feed and I could not possibly be thinking about something more unrelated that whatever topic is at hand*

[paranormaljones]

okay y'all can make fun of me for this if you want but i had a dream last night

and i woke up wanting to CRY.

that i was basically in a fantasy novel with a whole adventuring party and everything, and myself and one of the other party members were very in love, but the problem was that this guy was basically the equivalent of a fire genasi from dnd (except he looked nothing like that) and he was quite literally extremely hot to the touch (like, painfully so) and at one point we were having a sweet moment and he tried to place his hand on my cheek but it burned me, and he felt so bad about it and very sadly said "If I loved you less, perhaps I could touch you more."

implying that the heat he gave off was amplified by how much he loved me.

[redrobin-detective]

the first language

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth. ~ Margaret Atwood

"Simon! Simon!" Finn shouted excitedly as he and Jake burst into Simon's house. Well it had technically been Marcy's first but though it's only been a few months since Simon became human again, it felt like it had always been their place. "Wait until you hear about this crazy wild monster we foug-"

"Stop," Simon commanded, peeking around from around the kitchen wall to give them a light glare, his lips pressed together in a line. He and Jake froze midstep. Finn was a bold teenage adventurer who took orders from no monster, king or extraterrestrial entity. Until Simon, only PB could boss them around and even that wasn't a sure thing. The older human flicked his eyes over them with an unimpressed stare that made Finn want to shrink into himself. Even without powers or magic, Simon was way more intimidating than Ice King. 

"You boys are filthy and I just cleaned up the place." Simon sighed and rubbed at his eyes underneath his glasses. "There's a hose outside, wash off the worst of the dirt and other various stains. I'll leave towels on the porch and for god's sake take off your shoes before you come in."

"Yeah okay, sorry Simon," Finn said, trudging outside and turning on the hose to spray down his arms and legs. Now that he looked, they were pretty gnarly covered in mud and monster guts.

"Simon's kinda like a mom, dontcha think?" Jake added as Finn sprayed him down with the hose. He laughed as Jake guzzled some of the water and spat it back at him. 

"I mean I guess," Finn shrugged, pointing the hose up so they both were getting rained on. "It's kinda nice you know, to be fussed over. It's different."

"I fuss over you," Jake frowned.

"I know man and I appreciate it," Finn said, showing his appreciation by spraying Jake in the face. "I can't explain it but it's different with Simon, kind of like how you and Lady have your own thing going on that's special but separate from what you and I have."

"Yeah okay," Jake responded. "Is that why you insist on stopping by to see him anytime we're in the area?" Finn didn't answer, instead impressing Jake but wiggling the hose to make it look like a snake. They continued to laugh and splash each other with the water until Simon stepped outside and hung some towels on the porch.

"When you're done playing, I have hot chocolate waiting for you. Then you can tell me all about your latest adventure," Simon smiled before stepping back inside. Finn whooped and rushed over to turn off the hose. Hopefully Marcy wouldn't be back before all the water on her porch and front lawn dried. 

They toweled off and Finn did remember to take off his shoes before entering the house. The place looked different from when it was just Marcy living there. The small loveseat had been exchanged for a bigger couch along with some mismatched armchairs. A keyboard was propped in the corner next to Marcy's bass. The house was cleaner, more organized with Simon around. It really felt like a home.

Simon was at the stove, stirring something in a pot as they took their seats at the kitchen table. Their assigned mugs were set out for them and snacks were on a large plate in the middle. He and Jake dug in. Simon came up behind them and poured the hot chocolate into their mugs from the pot and sat down, pouring his own cup.

"Finn, your hat still has blood on it," Simon noted, taking a sip. "How do you usually clean it?" 

"Oh uh you know, I usually just rinse it off and if it gets too grody or it comes to life, I go skin another bear," Finn said awkwardly. Simon nodded as if he expected such an answer and excused himself to go get something.

"Ohhhh Finn's in trouble with Mommmm," Jake sang under his breath and Finn kicked him under the table. Simon returned with a box of something before it could escalate into a full out foot war.

"Animal skin usually requires special care, it's doubtful those products exist anymore so we can also use shampoo to get some of those stains out. May I?" Simon asked, holding his hand out.

"Oh yeah, thanks, Simon," Finn said pulling off his hat which caused his long hair to flop against his shirt with a wet plop. Jake snickered, it was probably getting time to cut it again. Like his hat, it was getting dirty and tangled, easier to just shave it all off. Simon turned on the sink and began gently washing the hat. 

"I've talked a bit to your mother and some of the other Islanders and the history of humanity and the animals hats post-apocalypse really is interesting," Simon lectured. "The hats originally were intended to keep people warm in the elements but evolved to protect humans from vampiric attack, covering their vulnerable neck area. Even when vampires went extinct, humans continued to wear the skins as a form of cultural identity."

"Mom uh Jake and I's Mom said I was wearing a hat like that when they found me. It used to be the only clue I had about where I came from so I kept making similar hats in case someone was looking for me." Finn took a long sip from his cocoa to avoid the look Jake was giving him. He wasn't usually one for sentiment but hanging out with Simon usually made those deep inside feelings spill out.

"Okay, we'll just let that soak and- Finn," Simon said before turning around and sighing. "Finn, your hair is a mess. I keep telling you it's not healthy to jam your hair in that hat 24/7. Your scalp needs to breathe, especially with all the running around you do. Here," he grabbed the towel from earlier and wrapped it around Finn's shoulders. "Let me wash it for you and try to work out the worst of mess."

"Oh uh you don't have to it's fine, I'll take care of it when I'm home," Finn stumbled, embarrassed. Ice King had been a mess but Simon always looked so put together. It made Finn a bit self conscious but then again, until recently, he didn't have any other humans to compare himself to. Simon gently guided Finn back to the chair, tilting his head back. 

"I want to," Simon smiled from his upside gaze. "I used to do this all the time for Marcy. Besides, we humans have to take care of each other after all." Simon poured some shampoo in his hands and went to work on Finn's hair. The feel of fingers scrubbing at his roots, running through the length of his hair and massaging those sensitive, untouched areas of his head made him go boneless. Finn groaned, worried that his bones had become soup and he'd slide right out of the chair and into a puddle on the floor. He can't remember ever feeling so relaxed in his life.

"Oh my glob Finn, are you alright? What did you do to him?" Jake demanded but Finn barely noticed. He felt like he was in the 47th Dead World or something where everything was good and nothing hurt.  

"Head massages are relaxing to humans," Simon paused in his scrubbing and Finn moaned in disappointment. "Has he never had one of these before?"

"Mom and Dad used to pet us and I do it to Finn sometimes when he's upset," Jake defended.

"He's not a dog," Simon said, some unnameable emotion in his voice. "I'm sorry, I suppose I'm taking for granted what it was like to live in a society designed by and for humans. Finn, I'm going to rinse out your hair and start working on these knots. You really should work on maintaining your hair if you're going to keep it long. It's such a lovely color and texture."

"Hmm don't really know what to do with it, no one really had hair like mine," Finn mumbled as Simon rinsed the shampoo out.

"I suppose so and Marcy's is much thicker and textured requiring different styling," Simon mused out loud as he massaged some thick goop and gently, so gently, began working out the knots. Finn could die here happily. Jake hummed and stretched himself so he could see what Simon was doing.

"What's that stuff?"

"Conditioner or my best homemade equivalent with honey, olive oil and milk. It softens and moisturizes the hair and scalp. It will help prevent the hair from tangling so easily and overall keep it healthier, especially if he's going to continue to wear his signature hat," Simon explained. They chatted easily about human grooming methods while Finn's eyelids fluttered in relaxation, drifting in and out of the conversation as the comb made long, easy swipes through his hair before rinsing it out again. He loved his Mom and Dad, knew they did his best with him but he knows he missed out on something being raised by dogs. If he could recapture even a little bit of that missing piece with Simon...

"Finn? You still with us? Ground Control to Major Tom?" Simon teased, gently tapping at Finn's forehead. Finn blinked up at him. "What do you want me to do with it? I can braid it, put it in a ponytail, leave it flat." Finn wasn't ready to stop being touched.

"Braid please," he said quietly, sighing in contentment as Simon began combing and separating the strands.

"I'll write some notes on how to best care for it. Maybe next time you talk to your mother, you can get some ideas on what they've have been doing since I was last around." He paused in his braiding. "There's so much to being human, Finn, both past and present. Maybe it's selfish of me but I want you to proud of who you are. You may not be the last human anymore but that just means you're not alone. And we're done, not bad considering it's been about a millennia since I did my last braid."

With great reluctance, Finn raised himself up from the back of the chair. His braided hair was still wet but it felt cleaner and lighter than it had in a long time. Moreover, tension Finn didn't even realize had been in his neck, head and shoulders was gone. Jake suddenly popped into his vision.

"Bro, you look so pretty also like you just had the best rest of your life," he smiled awkwardly. "So is this like human equivalent of getting scratched in that itchy spot behind your ears? I guess that didn't really do anything for you, huh?" Finn smiled and reached up to scratch Jake's ears, smiling wider when Jake's tongue lolled out in satisfaction when Finn got to the right spot. 

"So I'm still waiting to hear about this monster you two got so dirty defeating," Simon added, cleaning up his supplies. Finn and Jake regaled Simon with the story of the evil monster they'd fought which had been terrorizing the Goblin Kingdom. Finn had felt tired initially but was reinvigorated, animatedly reenacting the epic battle. They finished their cocoa as Simon discussed his own research into the history of Ooo. They decided to head out soon after as BMO was probably getting lonely back at the house. Simon handed Finn his now cleaned hat and a container of the hair products he'd used.

"The animal skin needs to dry fully before you put it back on but it should be good by tomorrow. You should wash your hair when it's dirty or at minimum every few days. Shampoo first, rinse then a small amount of conditioner before rinsing that out too. And do try to keep your head uncovered every now and again," Simon said, before patting Finn's shoulder. "You can call or stop by anytime if you have questions about anything."

Finn had searched his whole life for answers, for comfort, for someone like him. His dad had been a massive wad and his mom was nice but disconnected. But the former sad wizard he used to beat up had shown him the best way to wash his hair. Life was funny like that. He couldn't wait to see what it was going to throw at him next.

"You're gonna regret saying that because I have about a bajillion questions."

"I'll do my best to answer them, after all, we've got all the time in the world." 

[weewooooweew]

i feel like SHIT

[we-keep-odd-hours]

eons ago I read someone on here (might have been @skeletalroses or @savagecowboy?) headcanon Severen as aro/ace, and I'm definitely writing him on the spectrum and entirely from my personal experience on the both of those of ''absolutely not except for situations a, b, e, and g, but never c or d and Maybe f."