#they're both so touch starved

[amielot]

Touch starved round 2

Dream: Who kicked that? Not me.

Bonus:

[teddybeartoji]

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @staryukis @dollsuguru @venusiansilk

Sua vasten aina painautuisin jos vain oisit aina rinnallain

[meeludrawz]

Imagine being a mom/dad friend and your bests friends are Dabi and Shigaraki You take care of their wounds one day and Dabi just goes: "You like patching us up or something? This isn't the first time you've done this."

And you just shrug it off saying that you're just a caring friend and you don't like seeing your friends hurt And Shiggy just goes: "You're more than just a 'caring friend'. You almost act like a partner at times.."

You: *Blushes* "Huh??" So they team up to make you blush lmao Dabi: "You're literally just perfect partner material"

You: *Nervous chuckles* "Well I can't be both your partner am i right?" *You're self deprecating rn* *Both men are smirking* Shiggy: "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

[kakushigotofanclub]

Sanemi and Obanai have the most important character dynamic in KnY to me right now and I so badly want to write queerplatonic saneoba fic but I feel like my writing style depends so strongly on dialogue that I just can't do it because it would 100% be an unsaid thing. Like I envision their relationship would be something like...

'I hate everyone, but I can tolerate being around you. I might even. I might even LIKE being around you, actually. But there's no way in hell I'm gonna admit that, so we're just gonna pretend it's a coincidence we spend so much time together. We just happen to be in the same place all the time. But I'm not attached to you and I don't get worried about you or anything like that. At all. Ever. That would be stupid, so don't get any wrong ideas (but god just please be careful I don't know what I would do if I lost you.)'

You know. Like cats.

[bloodfreak-boyking]

"you wanna take another swing, go ahead, if it'll make you feel better." -> "dean you only touch me when we're dying or fighting so please dear god punch me if it means i get to feel your hands on me again"

[hexcia]

Take as long as you need

[pekoeboo]

the babies!!!! :'D Aya is such a physically affectionate girl and I honestly love that about her ;o; tbh Khalan initially isn't sure how to respond to such a thing, but over time he learns to just accept (and reciprocate!) the hugs and kisses that she loves oh so much <3

Aya Armas belongs to @cookieg122 please do not repost. also on deviantart

[chronicsheepdrawing]

Have we met before?

[deadlifeseries]

So unlike you

Oh boy oh boy angst time. This was requested by my mutual @callisto-moon-bot150 she asked for angst with a happy ending, involving Prowl and Bulkhead arguing.

Honestly it was hard to think of something they'd argue about but i figured it out, this ficlet takes place during\after that one episode where Prowl teams up with Lockdown and has a sort of craze for mods.

"Prowl?.... PROWL! What do you think you're doing?! You can't go after Starscream alone!" Bulkhead looked towards the sky at the small ship that Prowl took to go after the allspark signal on the moon.

"Don't worry, Bulkhead. I know what I'm doing, I have the emp and stasis cuffs there's nothing to worry about". Prowl's tone was as calm as ever, but something about the confidence in his voice felt different. Prowl wasn't one to doubt his abilities, but he was never cocky. Now his words were laced with the kind of overconfidence that Bulkhead wold moreso expect from Bumblebee.

Soon thereafter Prowl went into complete radio silence. Of course this worried everyone, especially Bulkhead. But they could still pick up his energy signature and no distress calls so they all hoped for the best.

But nobody could have guessed what would happen next.

To see Lockdown again was bad on it's own, to see Lockdown with Prowl was worse. But to see Prowl and Lockdown working together? It made the fact there now somehow was two of Sarscream into nothing more than an afterthough.

"Prowl... what are you doing?! Why are you working with Lockdown?!" Optimus stared in disbelief at Prowl. Ratchet looked a lot more angry "and why do you have all of those..." he vaguely geastured towards Prowl "...things?"

Prowl deflected all of his teammates' comments, and they didn't have any time to argue with multiple Starscreams to deal with. During the whole ordeal Prowl acted so unlike himself that it felt like he was someone else.

In the end he snapped out of it and threw aside all the mods that he borrowed from Lockdown. But it wasn't that easy for everyone else to forget it...

Prowl was firstly scolded and grilled with questions. And he understood that, he really did and he didn't argue about it. But even after that he could still feel the distrust coming from his teammates. As much as they tried to hide it it was obvious that everyone was still worried about if this was a sign of worse things to come. Prowl understood that too, he wasn't oblivious to how the others could see this as some sort of implication.

But what really hurt was the distrust from Bulkhead. It was like he was avoiding Prowl, and as much as it hurt Prowl really didn't have a hard time rationalizing it. Bulkhead was the one who told him not to go alone, and Prowl remembered acutely the look of betrayal he got from Bulkhead when they saw each other after Prowl returned.

It was the worst punishment of all. To have the person who's supposed to love the most you avoid you completely. Prowl tried to talk thing out, he wanted so badly to apologise, to beg for forgiveness. But every time Bulkhead would just talk for as short as possible, or avoided talking all together.

This lasted for days, and it was absolutely unbearable. Everyone else was slowly moving on from it, except for Bulkhead and it was driving Prowl insane. It made the worst case scenarios play through his head on repeat. Did this mean the end? Did this mean that Bulkhead didn't want to be together anymore? The thought made Prowl's spark clench, how could he have ever even though of somthing so idiotic? He should've listened, he should've stayed and not gone out on his own.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. One evening Prowl went to Bulkhead's room, he took a deep breath an knocked on the door. He entered slowly, looking at Bulkhead with both anxiety and hope. Seeing the way that Bulkhead looked at him cut deeper than any blade.

"Bulkhead.... I... came to apologise" Prowl was hoping so dearly that Bulkhead would listen. "You were right, I shouldn't have gone out on my own, I should've never even considered working with Lockdown. Please, how can I make it up to you? Please, talk to me", his voice was pleading as he hoped so deeply to get any sort of response.

When he didn't get any response he sighed and hanged his head in defeat, "I... understand, if this means.. the end, then I'll accept it", Prowl turned around and was about to leave the room when Bulkhead spoke up.

"I was so worried about you", he spoke quietly, but with a slur of emotions in his voice. He turned to look at Prowl "I thought that the worst had happened when you would't respond. And when you did come back you acted so... unlike yourself... I thought I'd lose you in a different way".

Prowl looked positively baffled, he took a step closer to Bulkhead "you... though that i would..." he searched for the right way to say it "... go with Lockdown? Become like him? Bulkhead, I... I could never. Yes, I admit I acted like an absolute fool but I could never do something like that".

Bulkhead still looked apprehensive but didn't look away from Prowl, didn't object to Prowl approaching him. Prowl took it as a good sign, and continued "I'm so sorry, you were right! I should have listened to you! I acted like an idiot... please forgive me, I'll do anything" he was almost on his knees. If begging is what it took then by god he'd beg.

Bulkhead stood up, and walked up to Prow, "Anything?".

"Yes! Anything! Anything it takes!" Bulkhead's willingnees to talk made Prowl hopeful, when he said he'd do anything he meant it.

Bulkhead took another step forwards and grabbed Prowl, holding him close to his chest. "Never scare me like that again. I know I can't force you do listen to me but just... promise me that".

Prowl immediatly wrapped his arms around Bulkhead's neck, even if it had only been a few days since they last heald each other it was still far too long. "I promise, I promise I'll listen more, and i won't pull any stunts like that ever again", he said this wholehearthedly. This was a lesson that he wouldn't forget.

"Thanks. And uhm, sorry for the silent treatment... I just didn't know how to react" Bulkhead looked a lot more at ease and he leaned in to kiss Prowl.

Prowl accepted the affection like it was what kept him alive, "I understand, though I must admit these past few days must have been the worst ones of my life". He couldn't resist, he kept kissing Bulkhead like there was no tomorrow. It was almost hard to believe that he's normally so distant with everyone.

And it seemed like Bulkhead also didn't like the consequenses of his silent treatment, because he seemes equally as needy for attention. "Yeah, mine too. Now come here, I'm not letting you go until we've both had our fill", he smiles and picks Prowl up, holding him close.

With that it was like whatever invisible wall that stood between them fell. They held onto each other as if letting go would kill them, they exchanged kisses and words of adoration like they needed it more than anything else.

"I'm never giving you the silent treatment again", Bulkhead chuckled a little to himself "honestly, I wanted to stop after a day and a half. You're real irresistible you know that?".

Prowl was already flustered but hearing that only made it worse. He laughed and smiled warmly, it was rare sight but he couldn't help it when Bulkhead was so damn charming. "Likewise, I know I act very distant a lot of the time but now I simply can't imagine a life without you", he leaned in and kissed Bulkhead, this time more passionatley, "but enough talking, I have a few days worth of attentoin to catch up on".

[ddagent]

((🛎️)) *Crowley voice* I'm back.

Aziraphale and Crowley are strangers who are both stuck in a snowed in cabin.

Or! Regular (angel/demon) Aziraphale and Crowley use the snow as a thinly veiled excuse to justify spending time together. (Nevermind that they could miracle their way out of there)

Maybe they come up with new ways to keep warm and pass the time... 👀

Aziraphale/Crowley | Apocalypse AU | FR12 | 971 words     At the end of the world, strangers Aziraphale and Crowley are snowed-in together at Aziraphale's Soho bookshop. I hope you enjoy!

Crowley woke in a tangle of blankets, the warm weight of the Angel resting along his back. He savoured Aziraphale’s body heat for a moment: the bracket of his thighs encompassing Crowley’s own; a hand slung possessively over Crowley’s hips. There was little material providing a barrier between them – after all, the purpose of this…arrangement was to share body heat during the night. With freezing temperatures outside the Soho bookshop, it was necessary for them to cuddle in a cocoon of blankets, bodies pressed tight against each other. So what if Crowley found himself waking every morning to a pressing erection straining against his boxers? So what if he felt the outline of the Angel’s cock against the curve of his arse, leaving Crowley with an intensely explicit idea of just how well they would fit together?

They weren’t partners. They weren’t even friends. Just strangers, needing each other to survive.

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[ichorblossoms]

i like this grimmyarrow and wanna show ppl but it's not up to my standards for posting by itself on main so i'm giving you guys an early look of they. also heads up for a long image they're gonna take up your whole screen for a sec prolly

[starryeyedjanai]

oooh can i ask abt 'catch the embers on my tongue' for the wip tag game?? that title alone has my interest Piqued 👀

yeah!! this was supposed to be a little pwp of high steddie that has kind of gotten away from me a little. i anticipated writing maybe 2500 words, but it's sitting at 4600 words and not finished yet so 🤷🏽

here is a little snippet:

So he invites Steve over to smoke with him because he remembers selling to him a couple handfuls of time when he was in high school, Steve showing up at his locker or waiting by his van after school sometimes. He remembers always wondering back then what Steve would be like when he was high - if he’s the talkative type, the paranoid type, the quiet and contemplative type, the horny type.

Even he can admit he’s thought about Steve enough to have thoughts on all of those situations and musings about how he’d handle each of them.

But he’s not exactly prepared for Steve to be handsy, to be giggly and leaning into him and joking and touching him casually. Because sober Steve keeps his hands to himself, Eddie’s noticed.

He’s had a theory for years now that Steve is probably touch starved, from not having his parents around much, from the only form of intimacy other than sex being clapping his friends or teammates on the shoulder.

And knowing him now, actually knowing him, he knows he was right. Because Steve is somehow so touch starved that he’s touch averse with most people, like he can’t handle it, the lightest brush of someone’s hand on his skin has him dodging out of the way to avoid it.

The only person he isn't like that with is Robin. (And Dustin has speculated enough times why that might be that Robin eventually came out to the group just to get them all to stop talking about it.)

So Steve doesn't really touch people, doesn't reach out for hugs, doesn't really cuddle with anyone during movie nights.

But high Steve, he touches.

ask me about my wips!

[purplespacecats]

i will not hook up with the crush i'm trying to get over at the play party we're both going to, i will not hook up with the crush i'm trying to get over at the play party we're both going to, i will not hook up with the crush i'm trying to get over at the play party we're both going to....

[bonnieisaway]

meihua "snitched on myself so hard as i said 'i could never have feelings for you' to a man i just stabbed because by no means did he believe you did love him back and also not even five minutes later you turned around and changed your mind about this decision and i don't think it's necessarily occurred to either of us how hard i just outed myself' shisan

[mydetheturk]

i AM in fact working on a dark tower inspired trigun fic. it exists. is existing? wolfwood is facing The Horrors and has to Find Vash or Knives Will Get Rid Of Wolfwood's Hometown

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

me: *comes up with a fun AU in my head with Artham, Fiddleford and Bruno*

my brain: what if you drew it

me: oh my gosh you’re right, what if I drew it

Behold the boys! AU Fiddleford and Bruno. Where’s Artham, you ask? Well I stole him from Wingfeather Falls, which is my extension of Wingfeather Saga canon and he met and rescued the AU versions of his best friends. But then he had to go home to his own universe, of course. So, Bruno and Fidds have been charged with finding their universe’s Artham (they really want to, they miss their friend).

Fiddleford’s infinity scarf and Bruno’s ruana were made by Artham and they wear them everywhere now. Fidds’ scarf is light blue and Bruno’s ruana is green but the streaks in it are a dark blue and the details are different if I ever get around to drawing them. They both live at Casita with the Madrigals.