Touch Starved - Blog Posts
Headcannon - When Arthur was a kid he used to sneak into Uther’s room to steal shirts and wear them as nightwear.
He thought that a piece of clothing he wore to sleep, that smelled slightly like his father, is what a hug from Uther would feel like.
He never really found out if that was true because he had never experienced a real hug from the King.
Maybe, when he’s older and Arthur and Merlin are friends, but have obliviously feelings for each other, he steals Merlin’s neckerchief somehow. He doesn’t think or know to ask Merlin for a hug because he subconsciously thinks he’ll be rejected instantly.
So instead, he steals Merlin’s neckerchief and hides it under his pillow until night and while he’s sleeping he kind of just holds close it next to him.
Headcannon - When Arthur was a kid he used to sneak into Uther’s room to steal shirts and wear them as nightwear.
He thought that a piece of clothing he wore to sleep, that smelled slightly like his father, is what a hug from Uther would feel like.
He never really found out if that was true because he had never experienced a real hug from the King.
Maybe, when he’s older and Arthur and Merlin are friends, but have obliviously feelings for each other, he steals Merlin’s neckerchief somehow. He doesn’t think or know to ask Merlin for a hug because he subconsciously thinks he’ll be rejected instantly.
So instead, he steals Merlin’s neckerchief and hides it under his pillow until night and while he’s sleeping he kind of just holds close it next to him.
sleepy little sister
I’ve slept so so much but I wanna keep sleeping!
I wish I had big brother to come and cuddle me as I slept cause then I’d be so much safer and warmer. Big brother always knows how to make me feel better cause he’s just so sweet! I’m just too little to do stuff without my big brother I will always need him to help me!
I feel so touch starved I just wanna be cuddled and held :(. I miss being cuddled and comforted! I’m just one lonely little sister with her stuffies!
You know your touch starved when your dad pats you on the head and you nearly cry
I love non-sexual intimacy. Just holding someone? Sign me up. Oh you're sad? I'll hug you until you feel better. Oh you crave comfort? Then I'll be here. You just want my touch? Well of course! Just holding people and making them feel happy is SSOOSOSOSO
Touch-starved Logan x I have made it my personal mission to invade every bit of personal space you will ever have in you life Wade
Sometimes I just remember the one moment when I felt really cared for after a year of abuse from my 'best friend' and months of strained relationship with my parents after I had pushed them out during that year, then left them with the broken aftermath of their very traumatized, very expensive, daughter.
I was in the ER. Not a rare occurrence at the time. It was before one of my inpatient stays that year, but I'm not sure if it was the second or the third, they all blur together. I usually would have to spend a night there and wait for a bed to open up before being admitted, and that was how it went this time. In the middle of the night, I woke up with a nosebleed from the dry hospital air. I didn't really know what to do. Any normal person would get up and go to the nurse's station and get some tissues or something, but being a mentally ill child who was just yelled at by her mother the day before for saying she needed help because the hospital bills were already stacking up and going to the ER cost a lot of money, not to mention the inpatient stay, I didn't want to inconvenience the nurses (it's literally their job) so I just laid back with the back of my hand over my nose while I waited for it to stop. Swallowed a lot of my own blood, but I was already in such a horrible mental state, broken to my core to the point I wanted to leave mortality, that I could care less as long as nobody else was affected.
The bleeding stopped and I did the best I could to get the dried stuff off my hands by licking my finger and rubbing it off, but it was dark, so I couldn't really see if it worked. I went back to sleep and then woke up in the morning and did my usual ER routine of sitting in the dark because I didn't want to have to go out to ask the nurses to turn on the light (lightswitches weren't in the rooms for safety reasons or something idk). When one of the nurses came in to bring me breakfast, she turned on the light, but I didn't notice there was still dried blood on my hands and just ate my breakfast in silence because I never asked for them to turn on the TV. I always waited for them to suggest it since I didn't want to inconvenience them (again, it's literally their job to do that but I still felt bad asking). When she came back to take my tray, she noticed the blood and asked about it. It was only then I realized that blood on the hand of a mentally ill child in the ER because she could hurt herself is easily interpreted as literally anything other than a nosebleed. I panicked and started explaining myself, and to my relief she believed me and I wasn't put on a 1 to 1 (I had to experience that at some point later and it sucks). She left to go get me a wipe to clean it off.
She came back and I was sitting on the floor next to the weird little plastic round side table thing. I was expecting her to just throw it at me or something and leave me to clean myself up, but to my surprise she sat down in front of me and (after asking permission to touch me) started wiping my hands for me. She was just so careful and sweet about it. She called me 'honey' and it left me with a warmth in my chest that I hadn't felt in over a year.
It's kind of odd but I just look back at that memory with a weird sort of fondness. To her it was probably just a normal day on the job, but for me that moment meant so much. She was also probably just using it as an opportunity to look me over and make sure I was telling the truth about the nosebleed, but still. I was just this scared kid who felt like she was so worthless that she couldn't even ask a nurse to turn the TV on for fear that she would be loathed, and this woman went out of her way to lightly scrub the blood out of my nails.
Nowadays I'm doing better. My mental state has improved and I've been working on moving past that all, but I think that some time this past week was the 2 year anniversary of that day, and it just goes to show how far I've come. From being surprised and comforted by a psych nurse's gentle touch on my hands (the first human touch I had felt in months), to casual hugs with my friends and a year and 7 months out of the hospital as of yesterday.
What I would give for a good cuddle with the homies right now. Sadly, I have not the time nor the social ability to figure out a cuddle session of some sort. Always feels too weird to just be like; yo, wanna have some platonic cuddle time? Anyways, I am definitely very touch starved atm.
touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know
Cale is so touch starved that when someone gives him a hug, he legitimately doesn't know what he needs to do with his hands. So he just stands there, awkwardly waiting until the person lets him go.
It's painful to watch how he gets stiff as a board when someone touches him by surprise. It's obvious to everyone how he prepared himself for the pain that never comes. The fact that he looks confused is even worse.
So now, after a family meeting, they decided that they would start with little gestures like pats on the shoulder and high fives. And then maybe fast hugs from the kids.
To be desired means nothing. To be truly understood and deeply loved is everything.
so touch starved that I got shaken awake and im happy
Everyone always says stuff like "oh Jason was touch starved" or "Nico's touch starved" but I give u this take:
Reyna is touch starved.
She's the leader of a Roman camp, so she probably isn't overly close to anyone and she probably has no one she trusted enough to help her.
So Reyna probably refuses to let people hug her or touch her because she's scared of getting hurt, and the only person she trusts is her sister Hylla, and then it grew to include Nico because you know trauma bonding and all that
Even if she learns to trust people the only 2 persons she'll allow herself to fall asleep around are Hylla and Nico because she trusts them to protect her.
And she's definitely a clingy sleeper, so if she falls asleep around either of them, or either of them are there, she would cuddle them because she felt safe.
If she's sick she would definitely refuse to get help and just keep working herself to death until her sister came and just. Kinda. Pulled her into a hug, and Rey would just melt against her because she's her sister and shit, and all the legionaires would be shocked as Reyna doesn't like people hugging her.
!Vent warning!
Anyone else just feel really touch starved and think ur friends hate you?
I'm the annoying friend who just tells jokes but I still help them. Sometimes tho I feel like they hate me and sometimes I just need a hug. Can't be happy all the time ya know?
Cuddle me but don’t touch me?
I know I can’t be the only one here who normally loathes physical contact, but would kill for a cuddle at like 4 a.m. It feels so intense, and you can sort of feel it in the pit of your chest. That feeling of desperately needing someone to hold you as close and tight as they can. Occasionally, it’s enough to push me to tears, Why does this happen? Is it that need for pressure that most neurodivergent people experience? Is it a hidden loneliness that only shows when I’m alone and sleepy? Am I touch-starved? Or is this something else entirely?
Is it me or Felix looks different? And where is he..?🤔
Why being sad for not having a Valentine when you can just be delusional? <3
I’m just gonna leave this here,,,
@idolomantises
Why is everyone asleep? Why must we be quiet and resting when we can be sleep deprived and be (.) this close to finding something truly breathtaking on some forgotten, neglected corner of the internet or finally have that one conversation with our estranged partners that we have dreaded for too long and be over with the anxiety? Why must we not stir the excitement within when we see someone talk about our favorite tv show which hasn't been watched by many yet? Why are we sleeping? Why are we not holding hands and kissing and confessing our love for one another? Why are we not telling the people we love how difficult isolation was and that every moment of it was lived with a flickering hope that after all of this is a little better we will get to touch, be touched again? Why are we pretending we weren't touch starved? Why are we sleeping when we should be making each other cute keychains that have a picture of our favorite place printed on them?
chat i think i just had the most depressing single-person touch-starved thought ever: making/buying cosplays of characters you're attracted to to feel like you stole their clothes
fic concept: jaskier is restless to get to sleep most nights, so geralt tends to drop off before him. as jaskier watches geralt falling asleep, he notices an odd behavior. geralt touches himself-- not sexually or anything, just things like firmly squeezing a bicep, running his fingers over his collarbone. it seems subconcious, like he maybe doesnt even realize he's doing it, and jaskier cant figure out why he does it. but a few weeks after he starts noticing this behavior, he starts putting things together. he sees geralt flinch back from people's hands, and more importantly sees people flinch away from geralt. geralt's hand brushing an innkeeper's as a room key is passed on gets flexed fingers, a contemplative look. geralt's so touch deprived, his skin hunger is so bad, he unconciously soothes himself to sleep by replicating the feeling of someone else touching him, touching patches of skin that likely havent been touched in years.
Ringo X Touch Starved!Reader
(calling my touch-starved Ritchie enjoyers !! headcanons + drabble requested by anon 🌟 hope this is just what you needed ✨️)
Ringo is incredibly aware of how touch-starved you are
he makes it a point to offer small, comforting touches whenever and wherever he can
whether it's a soothing hand on your back or a gentle caress of your cheek, he always makes sure you know how much he loves and cares for you
he loves to hold you close when you're together, often resting his head on your shoulder while he presses his chest against your back, the warmth and closeness providing you comfort
Ringo finds these quiet moments of innocent physical intimacy deeply satisfying and sees them as essential to your bond
he loves to surprise you with spontaneous displays of affection, like a quick kiss on the forehead or a lingering hug, especially after a long day
above all, he needs you to know that he's attuned to your feelings and would do anything to see you happy and calm
☆☆☆
It was a lazy Sunday for you and Ringo.
Your shared kitchen was already awake with the scent of fresh coffee and the soft hum of morning activity, gentle rays of sunlight peering through the sheer curtains.
Ringo stood by the counter, preparing breakfast for two with an easy grace. You, still half-asleep, wandered in and leaned against the doorframe. Your eyelids were heavy, but your expression hopeful as you caught a whiff of fresh pancakes.
Ringo glanced over his shoulder, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Come here."
Without hesitation, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You sighed, burying your face in his chest as he cradled you to him.
"I missed you," you murmured, your voice muffled but sincere.
Ringo's embrace tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss to your hair.
"I'm right here," he said softly. "Always."
He guided you to the kitchen table, gently seating you in a chair and placing a steaming mug of tea in front of you. You thanked him with a grateful smile.
He then returned to his work, effortlessly assembling you both a plate stacked with pancakes, syrup and all. He presented yours to you and sat with his own before reaching across the table, taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Let me know if you need anything," he said, his eyes tender and attentive.
You smiled, your heart full. "Just you, Ritchie."
Ringo's eyes twinkled with affection, and he reached out to brush a thumb across your knuckles.
"Then you've got all you need."
(your) beastman’s ears can be something so personal and dear. or can help you stop being touch starved
author: vsa_kiby
summary: It takes a few moments for Idia to actually realize the weight of his situation. He is cuddling with Leona Kingscholar. Leona is holding on to him, and Idia has no means of escaping, unless he wants to wake a sleeping lion.
Being touch starved and touch repulsed at the same time is such a weird combination, as if two totally different entities reside within me, one part loves hugs, holding hands, etc, another part is scared to even give a simple high-five.....like how do I deal with it I want a partner to hug her, give her hugs and kisses but at the same time i am like ew humans ew :( such a dilemma
Y'know what sucks.
Having your love language be physical contact and everyone's chill about it.
You hug constantly, hold hands with your friends, cuddle with them, wrap an arm around their shoulder.
And then making knew friends, and barely touching them.
You rest your elbow on their shoulder once, they fall asleep during class and the teacher calls on them so you gentley rub their arm to wake them up, you hugged them once. One time.
And then, they say "You've just been really... touchy."
If the words didn't cut you enough, their tone, the way they glaced around nervously, split you.
They think you're a pervert.
You distance yourself from them. And, by force of nature, make a knew friend.
Some time passes, and, you've realized you're now terrified of touching someone without them touching you first.
You don't go in for hugs and squeeze youself into a corner so you don't bump knees with them.
Because, what if they think you're a creep.
It's more frightening than death at this point.
All the while, it hurts. You want to be close to them and hug them and hold hands and cuddle. And y'know what's worse?
They're 'touchy'.
They hug you all the time, they playfully nudge you, they came up to you and rest their head on your shoulder in greating, they've even held both your hands when you told them a not-so-normal story.
And, now, you live three hours away from them.