#idek how to write for touch starved characters

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Hiii

Could I request an Aku Punk with a reader who's touch starved?

Have a nice time o' day!!

Aku Punk x Touched-Starved Reader

OWJJEJEHEH THANK UUUU U ALSO HAVE A NICE DAYYYYY

This is my first time writing for touch starved, so sorry if there's any mistakes

Will probably be short

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Body buzzing, you laid on the couch lazily, staring up at the bland ceiling. Every few seconds would you position your body in a different way, an attempt to make yourself more comfortable. Though no matter how many times you did, it didn't seem to work.

Sighing, you decided to just hang half your body off the edge of the couch, everything now becoming upsidedown to you. Boredom is a killer, and it's currently killing you now.

With Aku away with whatever he does at night, you have nothing to do in the apartment. Well, you have lot's of things to do, you just don't have the motivation to do them. You're slightly convinced he's Batman with whatever he does at night, and how long he's usually gone. An image of Aku being in a children's costume of Batman pops up in your mind, crouching down on a building as he attempts to look intimidating. It's very ridiculous but it's entertaining. "Nah, he probably break into the zoo just to pet the foxes if he was Batman though." A few moments passed before you changed your mind, "No he'd definitely steal them."

Suddenly, the distant sound of keys sliding into the lock graces your ears. With an excited gasp, you quickly sit right side up from the couch, facing the front door with a big smile on your face.

When the door opened, Aku walked in, with two bags of food!

"I'm hooome! I brought some burgers."

"Hell yeah!" Good timing as well because a loud grumbling was heard from your stomach, grabbing the bag that has your food in it from Aku as you walked back over to the couch with him following after. Immediately after sitting down you dig out your burger, taking a bite out of it.

A few of the toppings fell out of it, a grumble leaving you as you grabbed a few napkins to clean it up. Usually you wouldn't mind it, but you spent most of the day cleaning and you don't really feel like doing anymore cleaning or having a sore arm in the morning from all the scrubbing you did.

Aku sits down next to you, and without fail, you immediately snuggle into his side mid bite into your burger. And almost immediately he wraps an arm around your waist, snatching a fry from you before popping it into his mouth.

None of you move from your spots, even after you slowly finish your food, you're still in the same spots in a comforting silence with you laying on top of him as he lays there boneless like a fox bathing in the sun.

The warmth that radiates from his body slowly seeps into your body, slowly pulling you to sleep, your grip on him getting a tad bit tighter as you look up at him with droopy eyes.

"Goodnight.."

"..Night."

[sqgeism]

AHHH EVENTS OMGOMGOMG

forgive me if i sound really unclear and vague here but, id like to request anaxagoras with 'real man' by beabadoobee. idk but the fact that anaxagoras was alone this whole time and probably has zero idea on how to treat a woman is just so hilarious to me like imagine him being so confused on the concept of like. being affectionate. ofc he knows what affection is but its DEFINITELY foreign to him he's so used to ppl calling him a blasphemer and being lonely like UGH MY HEART. its almost as if no one ever taught him how to be a real man(see what i did there).

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 guess no one ever taught you | various hsr men x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; how to be a reaaaal man ! saying your boyfriend is inexperienced with love would be an understatement.

love mail — HI RIIII!! ILY THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING for my next trick, i will write five fics in one day 🐑 i probably won't but hey a girl can dream 🙏 random character lineup my bad 🤦‍♀️. (moze was intentional sampo idk where he came from) LMAO idek who to put i dont wanna do amphoreus men every time ( *´д)/(´д｀､) 💔

anaxa attempting to be romantic is like a fawn trying to learn how to walk.

he's awkward, stiff, and wobbly. he doesn't know good times to hold your hand, when to comfort you, and he's unintentionally dodged your kisses multiple times. it hasn't discouraged you, surprisingly, his inexperience. you just sigh, smile, and laugh it off. and anaxa sees it, while his brows furrow and his lips quiver in a bit of frustration. he's a genius, a chrysos heir, he's everything he knows he is, except a romantic.

his words have a horrible tendency to be too sharp, too critical, and cut deep. however, just as quick as they escape him, he apologizes just as quick. it doesn't... absolute him from his 'sin', but it reassures you that he's making an effort. like grabbing a rose for it's beauty only to be pricked by thorns, it is ultimately your decision whether you find the blood on your fingertips worth the flowers beauty; and you know anaxa is worth the mess. worth all the blood on your hands.

he's just been so lonely before you. uncaring of his own existence, or the existence of others, and all of a sudden there is this societal expectation to be a big romantic. seriously, who invented these stupid traditions? who the hell has the time to take someone on a fancy, expensive date EVERY night. 'be a little more realistic.' is what he wants to tell those people, but of course, what does he know?

he's not seen as a real man. not until he can treat his lover right, whatever that means. he doesn't know you think he's doing more than enough, carrying your heavy bags around the academy halls, remembering important days, little compliments that sound awkward on his tongue but he means it regardless.

he's trying, that's more than most.

moze could probably be seen as a little more 'unstable'. the very first place where you first learn love, 'family', is where he was first forsaken. abandoned, used, manipulated.. that was his child life. and it's caused him to become the man he is now, to his misfortune.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't care, he does so much that his heart is heavy with the love he holds for you. for all his 'indifference', he's so protective of you. in a realistic light, it could definitely be seen as a little a overdo. following you around in silence, keeping tabs on you, he needs to know you won't leave. that you.. can't. he's lost so much, don't forget. if his lover, his world, his heart, would ever leave? he doesn't want to know what'll happen after that. he's got a good idea and he'd rather not.

but romance isn't.. completely lost on him. he's felt some sort of fondness before, it isn't something foreign, but to this degree is most definitely new for him.

the best he's done is affection in private, he's an extremely touch starved man who doesn't shy away from it. hold him, kiss him, bite him for all he cares. he just.. wants to feel you, that you're real, and won't disappear upon contact. everything about your touch grounds him, and he adores it. he adores you, and he will know a proper way to show it one day.

sampo honestly just plays too much. teases are too personal, doesn't show up to date nights, and generally acts insufferable at times. you love him, you do, but if he dips you down in his arms, leans in, all to pretend to kiss you—only to drop you in the last second, you're gonna scream.

while he is a flirt, you need more than romance, you need to be reassured that you're more than a pretty thing on a shelf. that there's more that he loves for you past your face. because his trickery of others makes you scared; what if you too are being played as a fool?

you can't tell, especially now. with how he's bringing flowers to your door straight for a week, only to disappear again in the next couple of days.

you hope you get an answer soon.

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[dpr-moni]

get to know me

i got tagged in this a few times and, ngl, answering questions like some of these is possibly my least favourite thing lmao so enjoy my half-arsed answers below the cut!

what's the origin of your blog title?

(i also took this to mean url because like, do i ever look at anyone's blog title? no) my first blog was monimonimoon because I liked the moon and moni was a bts related thing that went with it? and monimoon was taken? then when i remade, i wanted to keep the moni as i'd started being called that, and i thought monilogues (monologues) was a kind of fun idea-- I'm not exactly writing monologues here, but idk. the hyphen is because, ofc, monilogues is taken by a blog that's not been updated for 11 years (:

favorite fandoms?

i.......... dk that i have an answer to this one because idc? like i'm not that interested in 'fandom'. i suppose, really, actually, the answer is mcr because that was my first real fandom and i have friends to this day that i met on an mcr forum almost twenty years ago, but like... idk i know that i do technically participate in fandom, but i'm not interested in it as a concept or as any part of my identity (i don't refer to myself as army, or stay, or atiny or anything like that because... i don't care...)

otp(s)/shipname?

MINSUNG AND WOOSAN GOT ME BY THE THROAT

favorite color?

I like pastels: pink, lilac, mint green. also red, deep, dark, wine red, and forest green.

favorite game?

i don't really play that much but it'll be mario kart or one of the zeldas

song stuck in your head?

3D which is honestly a song i had completely forgotten about until i saw an edit on threads the other day

ETA: no, now it's sagittarius by wooyoung because there's a part of it (the iiiyuuu in the chorus) that reminds me of another kpop song that i can't for the life of me remember and i'm going to kms about it

weirdest habit/trait?

i'm not sure i have any if i'm honest. i'm a bit of a compulsive counter (counting stairs or steps or seconds passing just because). OH i can eat/drink anything after brushing my teeth? people find that weird

hobbies?

reading, writing, TV--realistically. i'd love to include other types of writing, and art, and sewing, and working out, but ... tbd.

if you work, what is your profession?

currently FUNEMPLOYED.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

author/artist/paid to live and learn

something you're good at?

?

something you're bad at?

trusting my gut/understanding that my gut is trying to say something... trusting anything/anyone tbh.

something you love?

my family. unless they are not a 'thing' in which case, my collection of desk friends.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff?

my brain is rot so probably nothing

something you hate?

COLD. WEATHER. (coming at you from -3 degrees C)

something you collect?

molang lucky dip things, also teapots.

something you forget?

how should i know. i've forgotten

what's your love language?

i'm so attention/love/touch-starved that i will literally take any of them any time

favorite movie/show?

pride and prejudice 2005? show... idk man, let's just say roswell

favorite food?

CHIPS (the british kind, you global fucks)

favorite animal?

dog/horse/orca/bear

are you musical?

no. played guitar in secondary school and i can play a tiny bit of the piano but no

what were you like as a child?

<3yo: smiley, happy, super cute 3-14: shy, sullen, very quiet 14+: some mix of the two

favorite subject at school?

english

least favorite subject?

PE but honestly idek if that really counts. science.

what's your best character trait?

i'm fucking rational, ok?

what's your worst character trait?

i'm too fucking rational, ok?

if you could change any detail of your day right now, what would it be?

I'D LIKE TO NOT BE ILL ANYMORE

and i'd like for that household disinfectant guy to have not shown up unexpectedly and come into my absolute shit-heap of an apartment

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

alexander the great

rec your fave fanfics (spread the love):

FORCE QUIT. (skz)

Baby (svt)

It's You (atz)

Of Ruin (bts)

Kanalia (bts)

A Word from Our Sponsors (bts)

general recs for anything by: jade, jewel, hali, jo, mj, sunny, and vi

please consider yourself tagged if you wanna do this

[cedarmoons]

4, 30, 36 (beloved? 👀), 44, 46, 50 & 52 from the writing ask meme? 😙😙

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

Find good mood music, then get started! It can take me a while to find songs I like. Usually I have several YouTube tabs open with various songs, and then I get writing, and switch songs as the mood needs.

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.

Again, there are a lot of contenders and I would have to re-read all my work to find it, but right now it’s this lil blurb from Shatter Me:

How could she hate him? How could she hate him when his words hooked into her heart and pulled it open, exposing it to the elements and leaving it tender and raw? How could she hate him when her love for him warmed the empty spaces he’d left behind?

“I can’t let you go,” she whispered.

She did not say it like a confession. She said it with the same weariness a man fleeing from his tireless pursuers might stop, turn around, and say, exhausted, I give up.

“Nor I you,” he said, in the same tone. He opened his eyes and stared at her, his gaze more grey than blue. “It would be easier to gift you the stars and the moon than to walk away from you again.”

Putting the rest under a cut!

36.A spoiler for story (“beloved”, the latest chap of which is now 18k+ rip).

“I can’t trust him. I can’t believe anything he says.” Ariala swallows hard. “I have to destroy the orb.”

44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

I love everyone who leaves a review, and there have been so many amazing reviews on my fics, but one that immediately comes to mind was an incredible review from wait for me (i’m coming):

this was extremely lovely in so many ways. the imagery, the creativity, the constant pull of the journey all the way through while the genuine, heart-wrenching blooms of emotion during the nadia+ilya scenes served to perfectly, not only feel for them, but lend to asra’s journey such a strong sense of urgency and desperation, knowing that he has people who love him so dearly in the waking world. you showed that rather than tell it so wonderfully that the feelings were downright visceral that, by the end, even though the journey was successful and asra+mc were so happy you still couldn’t help but feel heartbroken all at the same time. an absolutely spot on portrayal of bittersweet.

plus, this fic also taught me things! like the word katabasis and papesse. among other things! a treat through and through. thank you for writing and sharing this; if i had to choose i think my favourite scene was when asra woke up– while just absolutely gut-wrenching to read and envision him in such agony the thought of nadia holding him and whispering soft, reassuring things to him while ilya holds them both like a protective mother bird was just…. ugh, so good, i really do love these three and how they love each other and even though this was a asra/mc focused story you didn’t shy away at all when it came to the trio’s love for each other.

thank you again, wish i could leave endless amount of kudos!

pls review my stuff no matter how old lol it keeps me motivated

46. What would your story (“handle with care”) look like as a tv show or movie?

OOOOOOO BOY!! OOH BOY!!!

I’d want a Game of Thrones-sized budget so I could get those Sweet Sweet Visual Effects™. It probably wouldn’t have many seasons, but I think it would be set up so that people think Asra is the main character, but as the episodes keep coming, people start to realize it’s actually Ziah. I’d want the pilot to start at the first masquerade where they meet, or the day leading up to it. 

IDK how they would do the reveal about Ziah’s age, other than possibly through a flashback episode. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m realizing it’s probably for the best that I don’t have a career in TV because most of my thought process is “idek lol??” rip

Even so, all the love scenes would have Hozier soundtracks, and all the special effects would be blown on Tiamat, Faust, and waterbending. Also, Asra/Nadia/Ziah endgame would be a must.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

Again, the weirdest story idea I’ve ever written was a lesbian fic crossover of Elsa, as in the character from Frozen but specifically as she appeared in the tv show Once Upon a Time, and an adult Tiger Lily from the novel Peter Pan in the universe of OUAT, so Peter Pan was a villain in this case.

I orphaned it a long time ago, but it’s still up on Ao3 here if anyone wants to read it. It’s uh, not bad, but you can tell I wrote it four years ago. But there are some passages I still like!

Re-reading it now, I think I had a thing for touch-starved, isolated women who don’t know how to handle the slightest bit of affection all the way back in 2014, lol. This Elsa was the OG Ziah, my babe!!!

52. How did writing change you?

Well, it certainly made me much more comfortable with my introversion! I’m totally chill with typing away alone in my college coffeeshop or my library or my dorm room, and I’m completely comfortable (even prefer) to be alone lol. It’s helped me learn how to express myself, and made me more imaginative. And it’s given me some lifelong friends – I attended a friend’s wedding celebration last August and we’d met through fandom!

I started writing as a way to be petty to my grade school friends and it gave me an outlet for a lot of my negative emotions when I was younger. I’m really grateful for that day I decided to write instead of play at recess because if I hadn’t made that choice, I wouldn’t be the bicon ya’ll know n love today!!

[jngukie]

WIP Tag

i was tagged by @floofyeol! idk if this is a blessing or a curse let’s find out.

some of these fics have been in drafts for ages? so tbh i don’t even know if i will post them but hey we’ll see. (so assume for now that none of these will be posted—except when stated otherwise with an *)

the first couple will be ships. the later ones are reader-inserts. all are still protected by the Creative Commons license.

slide it up in here: chapter 10* pairing(s): jikook, namjin, yoonseok genre: humour, crack, drama, angst tags/warnings: texting, college au, slightly filthy, innuendoes, Awkward Jeon Jungkook™, slowburn, self-esteem issues, self-hatred, implied/referenced homophobia, everyone is a mess™

SUMMARY

gguki: [image attached] gguki: what should i do with it chimothy: um chimothy: dude idk if i’m entitled to give you suggestions but chimothy: i mean you could always just stick it in the ass???????

or jungkook accidentally sends a stranger a picture of his roommate’s brand new dildo

PREVIEW

the (9)7 wonders of the world

tol: ok here’s the plan dabs 24/7: yugyeom no offence but your plans kinda suck muscle pig: ^^ what bambam said muscle pig: i don’t trust you anymore tol: wow that hurt tol: but i promise you this one will be better dabs 24/7: don’t do it kook tol: it won’t backfire in any way

untilted vhope pairing(s): vhope, namjin genre: humour, fluff tags/warnings: college au, skype dates, profanity, neurobiology/pyschology major!namjoon, ra!jin, music major!yoongi (i think), some major!hoseok, and high schooler!tae, tbh idrk bc i haven’t finished writing it lmao

SUMMARY

When Jung Hoseok signed up for college, he didn’t think he’d end up on academic probation so soon. Hell, he’d never guess he’d have friends who would use him as a fucking lab rat for their atrocious experiments. He definitely did not expect to fall in love with his resident advisor’s little brother—and then proceed to sneak into said resident advisor’s room and hack his computer just to have one more Skype date with the little brother. Without getting caught by said resident advisor. Yeah—he’s a little stressed, to say the least.

→ a continuation of It’s Burning Up in Here.

PREVIEW

He didn’t sign up for this. He thought college would be a great idea—who would pass up the opportunity for ultimate freedom and youthful stupidity? No, he was ecstatic for college—but he definitely hadn’t signed up to be the fucking victim for his resident advisor’s boyfriend’s experiments.

“Hoseok-ssi, please stay still or otherwise this will hurt. A lot,” Namjoon begged as his friend Yoongi tried to hold him down on the fragile coffee table.

“That’s not what your needle’s saying! You said it was a harmless experiment! You said I’d be fine!”

“You will be! I just need practice drawing blood once—”

“You’ve never even done this before?” Hoseok shrieked, writhing some more. Yoongi growled in frustration and flung his entire weight onto Hoseok’s body—and thus effectively snapping the legs of the coffee table and sending them down towards the floor.

His advisor ran into the room then, eyes wide in alarm while holding a skillet filled with half-cooked meat, his creased white apron reading World’s Best Dad! in pretty cursive pink. “What the hell is going on here?”

untitled taekook* pairing(s): taekook, yoonjin genre: fluff, angst, humour, crack tags/warnings: restaurant au, running away, mentions of nudity, exhibitionism, does getting caught dancing naked in your room count as exhibitionism idek, mention of mpreg, but there’s no actual mpreg, i mean it’s the sims it’s not real, many many references to the male organ, but sorry folks no smut (A/N: this is literally what i have in my docs wow i’m such a nerd for preparing ao3 tags LMAO)

SUMMARY

The last thing Jungkook expected after running away to Seoul is to score a private live viewing of Naked_Neighbour_Dancing_In_His_Bedroom.mov—and then proceed to bump into him when he’s not-so-naked. And then also manage to greet him with a slap. It also probably doesn’t help that Nude Neighbour is his new boss. All in all, Jungkook just maybe kinda wants to die. (But of course Seokjin isn’t gonna allow him, so he’s just going to suffer—for now.)

PREVIEW

He sighs, turning his head to gaze out of the window, only to freeze when he realises his view isn’t exactly the most… decent.

Because across from his small studio apartment window is a perfect view of a larger apartment in the building across, and currently, the tenant (he hopes the boy’s the tenant) is enthusiastically dancing through his room completely naked, dinglehopper fully on display. He’s mouthing the words to some song, throwing a finger up in the air as he shuts his eyes and nods his head as though the music (Jungkook thinks there’s music) blasting in his room is speaking to him on a spiritual level.

Jungkook’s face is bright red when he finally breaks out of his trance, and he wishes he wasn’t so bad at reacting appropriately to inappropriate situations so he could at least have saved himself from adding a thirty-second clip of Nude Neighbour to his collection of non-digital memories. He rushes to the window and pulls the curtains close, fingers stiff as he tries to rid his brain of such scandalous images.

At least he was hot.

His face is redder now—if that’s even possible. “Fuck me,” he whispers, and then flushes even more. “Wait, no. Don’t fuck me. That’s not what—why am I even talking to myself. Agh.”

take these words out of my lungs (and set them free) pairing(s): vmin genre: angst, fluff tags/warnings: major character death, suicide attempt, depression, body image issues, depressed!jimin, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, ambiguous original character that appears for like five seconds, high school au

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

three pounds. that’s how much he’s gained since he last stepped on the scale, the dictator that rules over his life. he stares at the numbers again, frowning at the digits glaring up at him. perhaps there was a mistake; maybe the scale is rigged or jammed or simply broken. he couldn’t have possibly gained three pounds in a span of two days. hasn’t he been walking around his neighbourhood enough?

he sighs, stepping off the scale and turning around to flush the toilet before washing his hands. even the cold water burns his skin, and he wishes he could melt through the cracks on the floor. would he slim down then? would he finally be skinny enough?

“jimin!” he hears his mother call, and he forces his way from the sink, sneaking out his parent’s bathroom and into the living room outside. their apartment is small but cozy. jimin hates it.

untitled kim seokjin* pairing(s): platonic OT7 genre: fluff, angst tags/warnings: anxiety, depression, eating disorder, negative body image perception, lapslock (lower case)

SUMMARY

honestly, he can’t remember what it’s like to live anymore.

PREVIEW

breathe in. breathe out.

three lucky charms. four cereal pieces. seven bits down the drain.

he smiles, staring at the milk-stained sink as the spoon clatters against metal, bowl turned upside down. it’s ugly—white ink staining burnt grey like liquid cobwebs feeding on rust. it looks exactly as how he feels: dirty, wasted, trash. one-seventy-nine centimetres down the drain.

untitled kim taehyung pairing(s): Kim Taehyung/Reader genre: fluff, humour, probably angst bc knowing me tags/warnings: (sor far) nudity, profanity

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

Kim Taehyung has no regrets. Sure, he probably should’ve thought twice before he spent all of his money on BIGBANG merch just to show Jungkook that yes, he’s the bigger fanboy, and sure, he definitely should’ve listened to Jimin when he warned Taehyung that no, he shouldn’t eat three whole pizza pies by himself, but that doesn’t mean he regrets any of his decisions. Even though blowing all his earnings on people he’ll never meet did cause him to starve for a good or so month.

(Thank god for ramyeon.)

So, no, Jimin, he doesn’t regret running out of the shower butt naked when he heard her singing on her way to the second floor of their co-ed dorm, doesn’t regret shouting, “I love your voice!” before she screamed, “Oh my god, you’re naked!” And he definitely doesn’t regret yelling, “Oh, shit!” into Oblivion before sprinting back into the bathroom to resume the hot shower he abandoned.

“For fuck’s sake, Taehyung,” Jimin says to him once Taehyung’s finished recounting the story, the two of them lying side by side on Jimin’s bed. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“I should probably say hi,” Taehyung muses, blinking at the ceiling. “Do you think she remembers me?”

Jimin glances down, and snickers. “With how small your dick is, she probably does.”

untitled park jimin pairing(s): Park Jimin/Reader genre: fluff tags/warnings: (so far) blind!reader

SUMMARY

He is an angel; and she doesn’t need to see to believe. She fathoms his widespread wings as he gently picks her up, worriedly and urgently asking for her health, voice so soft it touches her skin like silk on smooth glass. His eyes must be crinkled in the corners, a smile stuttering through apologies, heart too warm for the human hand to touch. She imagines what he looks like, faintly deciding through his rapid Korean that he must be chesnut if not vanilla, not in skin but in connotation because he sounds and smells and feels like home.

Her pause is a millennia long, and she hears him repeat himself again, the sound of melting marshmallow oozing out of beautiful lips: “Are you alright?”

She produces a smile, feathery and light, eyes glassy and the world continues to remain black. “I’m fine,” she replies, and her voice is cracked from its lack of use; she hasn’t met anyone worth talking to in what feels like a century. Another smile reappears, much strained than what she’s used to, and she picks herself up from where the concrete lay, the dust falling from her voile skirt. “No damage done.”

untitled kim taehyung #2* pairing(s): Kim Taehyung/Reader, platonic OT7 genre: fluff, angst tags/warnings: i think it’s schizophrenia?, mental illnesses, depression

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

There is a moment when time stands still. It’s fleeting, escaping the moment your fingers curl around it and pull. But it is during this moment happiness enraptures you with its warm hug as your heart thunders against your chest—the steady thump, thump, thump of a snare drum awakening. It is during this moment pain ceases to exist.

But after, everything will come rushing back.

i have more but these are the ones that are decent, at the very least.

to pass the torch on, i’ll tag @minmelly @kinky-koreans @pasteljeonggukk @haneulismykoreanname @rnjmnster and anyone else who wants to do it! (if you don’t, no pressure. good luck to you and your writing!)