A/N: Tagging the wonderful @copper-boom as they were the one to A) suggested Touch Starved: Reader edition. As well as the one to request Peter to be first! I’m not sure if I’ll be tagging this on the same master page as a part 2 to Peters or putting on a brand new master list- we shall see!

Peter Parker x F!Reader.

Warnings: None

Themes: touch starved reader (duh), Peter tries to help, soft boy, pining, kinda hurt comfort but not?

*Your POV*

You hit the punchbag harder, your bare hands making satisfying slapping sounds as you threw all your weight into each blow; the pain radiating through your arms as your muscles began to complain.

“Woah Y/N, I hope you don’t have anyone in mind when your hitting that” Peter said, skidding to a stop in the gym doorway. You merely glance in Peters direction as you keep hitting the bag, your force becoming almost unbearable.

“Hey! Y/N stop! You’ve got to be hurting yourself by now!” Peter protested, the concern on his face making you want to throw the punchbag across the room.

You weren’t sure why you were so angry, but you’d been feeling the buildup for weeks. You’d put the issue down to the chaos that had erupted in the tower as of late. The people inside constantly being sent off on one dangerous mission or another. In fact, looking back you realised that it had been nearly a month since there and been more than just you and maybe one other avenger in the tower at any one time.

“Y/N that’s enough!” Peter said, his voice booming through your daydreamed filled focus. Without your wanting them to, your hands stilled and you became suddenly aware of the sticky white web that now held your hands in places.

“That’s so uncalled for!” You shout, looking at the offending spider boy as he made his way to you.

“You completely blacked out on me Y/N, I said your name like 5 times and nothing! And look at your hands” Peter said, coming round to stand in front of the bag. You looked down, noticing now how the webs were tinted slightly pink where they’d made contact with your split knuckles.

“Oh…” you whisper, only feeling the sting from your hands now you’ve been made to notice them. Peter looks at you with worry as he peels of the sticky strands from your injured fingers.

“What’s going on with you Y/N? I’ve never seen you like this before..” Peter said, looking you in the eye as he plucked the final web strand away. You look away.

“ I don’t know, I’ve been feeling this pressure building up inside me since everyone was called off on different missions.” You confessed, toeing invisible dirt with the tip of your shoe. Peter placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Your lonely.” Peter said, his voice tinged with sadness. You look at him sharply. Lonely? In the many hours she’d spent pondering her feelings, she’d never considered lonely.

“I mean I guess. It’s not like I’ve actually been alone here, there always been at least one of the guys here at a time” You say, trailing off as you try to remember how many times you saw Steve or Bruce or any of the other when they’d been here.

“Come with me” Peter said, taking your sore hands delicately as he walks you out of the gym. His footsteps silent as he guilds you through the tower and into the main living quarters”

“What are you-?” You begin to ask, your question silenced as you see the living room.

“I came to the gym to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with me.” Peter said as he stood you in front of the sofa, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders as he made you sit.

“Apart from when you’ve come to visit me and aunt May or Happy’s told me someone’s come home from a mission, you’ve been on your own. Your sure to get touch starved in that time.” Peter said as he’d made his way to the first aid cupboard, his back to you as he got the correct items out for your knuckles.

“Touch starved? I though you said I was lonely?” You reply, frowning at the web slinger as he came to sit beside you.

“You’re lonely and touch starved dummy. How could you not be? Not only do you live with 6 other people on a normal day, but some of those people are very affectionate. Name me one instance where Wanda hasn’t hugged you or something when you’ve talked to her?” Peter said as he got to work on your hands.

You barely felt the sting as you recalled your conversations with the different avengers, realising quickly you seemed to get touched a lot. Whether is was Wanda’s hugs or Natasha’s affectionate shoulder punches; hell, even Vision would pat you on the head when you’d answer one of his questions. You were hit with the sudden realisation that your mood was purely because of touch. Or the lack of it.

“Ooh…”

“And the penny finally drops” Peter says, finishing up on the last bandage. You stare at the neat arrangements of fabric covering your now aching hands.

“Thank you.” You say, looking up at Peter sheepishly, he merely shrugged.

“Don’t mention it. Now what shall we watch?”

********

*Peter’s POV*

Peter was pretty sure Y/N had fallen asleep as soon as the movie had started, her body sagging sleepily against his shoulder as he’d watched the films opening scene. Y/N’s head lolled against Peters shoulder at an uncomfortable looking angle.

“Hey, Y/N, wake up. Time to go to bed” Peter tried, nudging the sleeping girl lightly.

“Nuhh mph” Y/N said, her face contorting as she spoke in her sleep. Peter laughed softly.

As carefully as he could, Peter got up, holding Y/N’s head as he moved. With careful movements and some help from his webs, Peter moved a pillow to sit comfortably under Y/N’s head, a blanket shooting it’s way on the end of a web from the other side of the room as he lay her comfortably.

Satisfied she was comfortable, Peter stood up, aiming to make his get away silent.

“Petey?” Y/N mumbled, her face scrunched up in a way Peter thought was horrendously adorable.

“Yes?” Peter said, trying to ignore the way her nickname for him makes his chest feel. Without opening her eyes, Y/N reached out blindly to grasp Peters trouser leg.

“Stay” she said simply, her grip tight against the fabric of his trousers. Peter chuckled softly.

“There’s nowhere for me to sit” Peter whispered as he detangled her fingers from his clothes. Crouching down, Peter moved a stray lock of hair from Y/N’s sleeping face. She sighed softly at the touch. With great effort, Y/N began to move, shuffling her body until there was a Peter sized space behind her.

“Umph” Y/N mumbled like a triumph. Her face portraying no sign she was doing any of this consciously. Peter scratched the back of his head. Looking around for something he wasn’t sure of before giving in and removing his shoes. As lightly as he could, Peter tiptoed behind Y/N, moving carefully to lie directly behind her.

Peters heart raced. He’d know that his motives for a movie hadn’t been completely innocent, knowing Happy and the Avengers were away had given him a chance at alone time with the youngest tower occupant. But he hadn’t expected to end up like this.

How fast will I be thrown out the window if one of them came back early? Peter wondered as he half lay there, his head on his elbow as he looked down at Y/N’s sleeping form.

As if she knew she was being watched, Y/N moved, rolling over until she was facing Peter, engulfing him in the masses of blanket as she went. Peter froze as he felt Y/N’s bandaged had snake it’s way across his middle, the hand his head wasn’t resting in held high like he was at gunpoint.

Peter stayed like that for several minutes, feeing his muscles begin to cramp up at the awkward position. Eventually, he moved, slowly sliding down until Y/N’s head sat under his chin and his arms had found their comfortable spot under Y/N’s head and resting lightly over her blanket clad middle.

“Okay, don’t freak out” Peter said silently as he felt Y/N cuddle closer to him. Ever sense in his body screaming that this was the best and worst idea of his life.

I’m cuddling with my crush

The avengers are gonna kill me

Thoughts race through his head as he felt Y/N’s steady breathing. Eventually though, Peters worrying was overthrown by the warmth of Y/N’s body and the quite murmuring as she talked in her sleep.

In the end, Peter decided to relax, squashing the thought of consequences as he focused on the girl in his arms. He’d come here to spend time with her, to help her feel less alone during this mess of a time she was facing. And if hugging her while she slept was what she needed, Peter was happy to give it.

Yelena x F!reader

Warnings: none really, touch starved Yelena (duh) mention of missing family (no death though!)

Theme: touch starved Yelena, grumpy lady, comfort found

A/N: wow, this series is over! Actually finished! And on my birthday to boot. I’ve honestly loved writing all of these fic, and I’m sure I’ll come back to a variation of it somewhere down the line but until then- thank you to everyone whose read these fics and I hope they bring you as much joy and they’ve brought me ❤️❤️

*Your POV*

‘Yelena’s acting strange’ Bruce murmured as you passed, pointing the tip of his pen behind him as he walked back to his office.

“Roger that.” You reply, straightening your spine as you walked into the towers main living area. Yelena was only a visitor to Avengers tower, although her access was nearly as unlimited as the residents that called this place home. (with only a few exceptions)

“Yelena! Long time no see!” You said with a grin, leaving your fist out for the ex assassin to bump.

“Tony banned me for the car incident” Yelena shrugged, taking a sip of her beer. You nodded with understanding.

“We’ll getting a limited addition vintage car towed for a joke probably wasn’t your best idea” You replied, snatching the drink from her to take a swig. Yelena shrugged, saying nothing.

When the silence stretched on longer than usual for the talkative Widow, you decided to speak up.

“Your particularly quiet today, what’s up” You prompted, knowing instantly that you’d hit a nerve when Yelena practically slams her beer onto the counter.

“See I don’t get you people!” Yelena growled, throwing her hands into the air before standing from her seat.

“Just because I’m not taking up every silence does not mean there’s something wrong” Yelena continued, shoving her stool angrily back into place before snatching her beer and stalking off.

You tried your best to not take the outbursts personally, though you could still feel the sting. You knew that Natasha was usually best at keeping Yelena’s moods in check, but with her off in deep cover gods knows where, you knew you’d just have to navigate these moments alone.

Yelena would calm down eventually, You thought with a sigh before trudging back to your own rooms.

*Yelena’s POV*

Yelena knew she’d fucked up. She’d felt the guilt the second she’d slammed Natasha’s bedroom door behind her. The second she’s been out of Y/N’s presence, her mood dipped and the anger she’d felt died in an instant.

Yelena wished she knew what was causing her mood, the outbursts becoming more and more frequent the longer Natasha was away. But she just couldn’t figure out why.

Of course she missed Natasha, she was her sister after all, but this growing anger since Nat’s departure just wasn’t adding up.

Armed with limited information, Yelena took to the towers best search engine, J.A.R.V.I.S.

“Why am I feeling this way?” Yelena said to the air, not bothering to say the AI’s name.

“I assume you are talking to me Miss Belova” J.A.R.V.I.S. replied, his voice forever patient. Yelena grunted.

“May I give you a solution based on an observation?” J.A.R.V.I.S. asked as he turned Natasha’s rooms computer system on.

“Go ahead” Yelena replied, wandering over to the screens. As she did, several articles on touch starvation and it’s effects began to pop up, each one explaining in depth the different side effected the issue could have.

“Huh” Yelena said, mumbling her thanks as she began to read.

*A Few Hours Later*

Yelena paced silently outside of Y/N’s door for what felt like a lifetime- after many hours of reading and arguing with J.A.R.V.I.S, Yelena had relented in her argument and accepted she had to do something.

Taking a final few steps, Yelena stepped up to Y/N’s door, tapping on it lightly as she contemplated what she was going to say.

*Your POV*

Groggy from your nap, You padded slowly to the door, your eyes barely focused as you opened it.

“I miss Natasha and it’s making me be a bitch” Yelena blurts. You blinked.

“Come in?” You replied, confusion colouring your sleepy voice. Yelena accepted, sliding past you to flop into your unmade bed.

“I was a bitch earlier and the Computer Voice says it’s touch starvation” Yelena continued, clearly unaware that you were basically still asleep.

“Okay…?”

Yelena sat up, finally taking in your sleepy appearance.

“Were you sleeping?” Yelena said with a little guilt, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

“I was, but don’t worry about it. So what does Natasha and touch starvation have in common?” You asked, coming to sit beside the assassin.

“Natasha is my sister. So obviously she tends to touch me more than anyone else” Yelena said, staring at her hands as she spoke.

“Go on?” You prompt, trying your best to sounds as reassuring as possible.

Well… when I’d have a bad night- or if we were just hanging out, Nat would usually stroke my hair or lay her legs on me while watching tv…” Yelena whispered, picking at her nails as she explained.

“And she’s been gone so long it’s affecting you emotionally- that lack of touch?” You finished, taking in the information slowly. Yelena nodded.

“Why didn’t you say something?” You asked exasperated, punching the assassin lightly on the arm before clambering up the bed and getting comfy.

“Ow! because I didn’t- what are you doing?” Yelena said, watching you with confusion as you lay the blankets beside you.

“I’m getting comfortable so we can nap together. Me and Nat do it all the time on the sofa” You replied, snuggling down with your arms outstretched, beckoning the ex assassin to cuddle with you.

After biting her lip for a while, Yelena seemed to give in, quickly sliding off her shoes before clambering up to lay in your arms, the blanket following soon after.

You were sure not to react to the audible sigh the assassin gave as she relaxed, her face seemed to involuntarily snuggled into your side as you adjusted to her weight.

Once comfortable, you placed one hand on Yelena’s head, moving your fingers in slow, circular movements as her blonde hair began to tangle between your fingers. The other rested lightly over her blanket clad waist.

The silence in the room was comfortable, with nether you or Yelena wanting to break the spell it had caused. Because of this, it took you a while to notice Yelena’s steady breathing and relaxed limbs. Only when her fingers began lightly twitching against your stomach did you realise she was asleep.

You weren’t going to wake her.

She’d finally opened up about something. And you weren’t going to break that intimacy. So you laid there in silence, still stroking the sleeping assassins hair.

Touch starved or not I’ll be here for you no matter what.

@whatthefsposts asked for a part 2- so here it is! (Apologies for how late it is- life is cruel and gets in the way of writing unfortunately 🤷🏻‍♀️)

Anyways! I hope you enjoy!

*Your POV*

I can’t believe you’ve managed to drag me out to watch this film again” You groan, dragging your feet as you follow the ticket line with Pietro. The silver speedster laughed, poking you lightly in the arm as he did.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it last time! Anyway, you wanted to get out of the tower” Pietro replied. You shook your head, laughing to yourself as you made it to the front of the line. You’d never admit it, but you’d make up any excuse to spend time with Pietro. Since your cowardly confession a few weeks ago, you’d been playing Wanda’s words in your head on loop.

“You know you’ll have to tell him when he’s awake next time, right?”

And she was right, Wanda usually was. But since then, the words had gotten stuck in your throat whenever you’d tried to broach the subject. So you opted to spend as much time as you could with the speedster, hoping for the moments the words could slip freely from your lips again.

“Excuse me, you’re Quick Silver, right?” A voice said from behind them, making both you and Pietro turn. Behind them stood two ladies roughly your age, with matching pretty brown eyes and blond hair that clearly showed they were sisters.

“That’s me” Pietro replied, giving the pair a lopsided smile. Something in your gut twisted.

“I’ll go get us some popcorn” You mutter as you stalk away, leaving Pietro to his fans as a heavy weight began to form in your stomach.

*Pietro’s POV*

“Have you ever tried to measure your speed? Or has Mr Stark? Oh or Dr Banner?” One of the girls in front of Pietro asked- Laura? Or was that her sisters name? He honestly wasn’t sure. As much as he wanted to answer the questions presented to him, he was to busy trying to spot Y/N in the popcorn line.

Where was she?

“Uh, not really, I tend to melt the electrics of anything they strap to me. I’m really sorry ladies but I’m kind of meant to be on a date-” Pietro said, cutting himself off. A date? Did he think this was a date?

Of course it is, the question is does Y/N think it’s a date?

“Oh we’re so sorry! Thank you for speaking with us!” The girls said, smiling brightly as they walked away. No longer occupied, Pietro went on his way to find Y/N.

********

“There you are!” Pietro said with a sigh, dropping into his cinema seat beside Y/N. When he couldn’t find her in the popcorn, he’d made his way around the cinema and surrounding arcade looking for her, only to find her, popcorn in hand sat in their ticketed seats in the theatre.

“Sorry, I had so much to carry I decided to come sit down and then find you after” Y/N said, her face turned towards the big screen in front of them. Pietro frowned.

“You could of shouted me.” Pietro said, reaching for his soda as he tried to shake the feeling that something was bothering Y/N.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation” Y/N said simply before turning fully to the cinema screen.

*********

There was definitely something wrong with Y/N. Not only had they spent the majority of the film completely silent, but they’d kept up the quite all the way back to the tower too.

“Did something happen while I was gone?” Pietro asked as the pair entered the lift. Y/N shook her head.

“No, why do you ask?” Y/N replied, addressing her question to the lift doors rather than Pietro, causing his gut to twist horribly. She’d not looked at him properly since they’d left the cinema.

“You always talk through movies, we always talk through movies. That why we have to go together or we annoy everyone else.” Pietro said, watching Y/N’s profile as he spoke.

“I think the soda made my stomach hurt. Nothing to worry about” Y/N said as her lips tipped slightly. Lie her lips only tipped like that when she was lying.

The ding of the lift arriving at the top broke Pietro out of his shock. Y/N was actively lying to him. Why?

“Did they ask for your number?” Y/N said suddenly, her back to you as you both wondered through the hall that led to the main living space of the tower.

“Who?” Pietro said, racking his brain for who she could mean. That’s when she finally faced him, her eyes distant as she searched his face.

“The girls at the cinema” Y/N clarified with a shrug, her movements seeming almost mechanical. Something clicked in Pietro’s head.

“Y/N, your not jealous are you?” Pietro asked with confusion. Y/N’s skin paled.

‘I…” Y/N began.

“It’s totally okay if people don’t recognise you yet! You’ll get fans sooner or later” Pietro said with smile, only to feel it drop from his face when he noticed Y/N’s expression. She’d gone from pale to pink, her hands shaking in the fists she’d created at her sides.

“Oh sure! That’s why I’m angry, because I wasn’t recognised!” Y/N seethed, her words reverberating around the empty halls of the tower. Pietro took an involuntary step back.

“Whoa Y/N calm down-”

“Do not tell me to calm down! Damn it Pietro I thought you knew me well enough to know I don’t give two shits about fame!” Y/N said, her voice lower but still full of anger. Pietro was frozen in complete confusion. Before he could get his brain going again, Y/N turned tail and ran.

Pietro stood dumbfounded for a moment, watching Y/N as she ran down the hall to her rooms. For a moment, he let his speed catch up to him, allowing him to see just how slowly her run became if he let his power take over. When he allowed himself to think and feel his power, everything slowed; even the seconds on the clock seemed to stretch for years.

Without a thought, Pietro was in front of Y/N again, catching her body as she slammed into his chest.

“Damn you, your supposed to let me run” Y/N said through gritted teeth, her face shining with tears in the dim hall light. Pietro felt the colour leave his face.

“Why are you crying?” Pietro whispered, stroking the back of his hand lightly against Y/N’s face, wiping away the tears that still spilled from her eyes

“If you can’t put all the pieces together now, I don’t think your ready to know” Y/N said simply, her gaze distant as she stared at him. Pietro frowned, what could she-

Oh

He wasn’t sure if it was the events of tonight that had hit the mark or if his mind was finally working slower than light speed but it clicked.

Are you sure?

The doubt in his mind said, clawing at him to reconsider his conclusion.

“Only one way to find out” Pietro murmured before kissing Y/N.

*Your POV*

You’d assumed that your first kiss with Pietro would be quick, just like he was. Fast and unpredictable and full of force. But you were wrong. Your first kiss with Pietro just felt right.

His lips were soft against yours, every movement you or he made seemed to be in perfect sync. Without realising it, you’d moved your hands to snake their way into his hair, the strands soft between your fingers.

You felt as Pietro pressed you closer to the wall, the contact from his body sending chills through you as you gasped for air between kisses.

When you finally broke apart, you couldn’t feel your legs, your entire body seeming to be supported by Pietro’s body against yours. As you stared into each others eyes you knew that it wasn’t time for words. You simply rested your forehead against Pietro’s and breathed him in; knowing that when the time for words came, you two would be able to define who you were to each other.

But right now?

Clint x F!reader

Warnings: touch starved Clint (obviously), this is my worst case of touch starvation in the series due to an undercover mission, so there will be mentions of violence and isolation (but not much or in any real detail)

Theme: touch starvation, brief mention of recovery from extreme touch starvation

A/N: I can’t believe I’m one fic away from ending this series! Like wow! I hope you enjoy the last two instalments! I’m sure I’ll come back to it at some point but until then 🤷🏻‍♀️

*Your POV*

“Hey! You’re finally back!” You said with a grin as you half ran up to the Avengers best (and only) archer.

As you approached you took in his ragged appearance. It had felt like decades since you’d seen Clint, and you were ready for one of his famous ‘missed you’ hugs for sure. Clint grinned as you stopped beside him. But when the hug didn’t come however, you simply brushed it off; assuming he’d rather shower first after most likely many hours of travelling.

“All clear?” You said, nodding in the direction of the debriefing room Clint had just emerged from.

“Back in one piece both body and mind” Clint joked, referring to the psych evaluation documents he held in his rather grubby hand.

For the past year and a half, Clint had been in deep cover. Using his skills to slowly phase out HYDRA recruiters deep within different world governments. This mission had taken him from the White House doors to secret military bases in the Alps; or at least that’s what you’d heard.

“You look awful! Don’t they have showers in the secret HYDRA bases?” You laugh as you rest your hand against Clint’s shoulder, only to nearly fall on your face as he jolts away from you.

You try to shake off the hurt you felt ad you compose yourself, searching Clint’s face and body for signs of injuries you may not of noticed.

“Are you okay?” You asked, concerned. There are no bandages You think as you glance at your own hand, wondering what on earth just happened. Clint laughed somewhat awkwardly.

“Yeah, yeah… did you not feel the electric shock you just gave me?” Clint said, scratching his head.

“Oh.. no I didn’t, sorry about that archer boy” You replied as you tried your best to keep the scepticism out of your voice.

“Hey Y/N, I need to get a shower, I’ll catch you later okay?” Clint said, not quite making eye contact with you.

“Sure…” You reply, watching as he hurried off towards his rooms.

Something was wrong with Clint; his reaction seeming to unusual to ignore. After a moment of deliberation, you decided to spy. If Clint wouldn’t say wants wrong, you’d find out by yourself.

**********

You’d figured it out.

After a week of watching Clint, you’d figured out what was up. His reaction to everyone had subtly changed. He no longer reached for Tony’s hand when they were meeting up, nor would he use his usual mannerisms when taking. You’d watch as he pulled his hand away before he’d managed to grasp Wanda on the shoulder, his face seeming pained as he rethought the gesture.

Now you knew the issue, your next problem was to figure out what to do about it.

***********

“Hey Nat” You said one day, stirring your drink as you spoke.

“You’re not borrowing my bike again until you pay towards the gas you wasted last time” Nat replied, pointing her fork in your direction as she ate. You snorted.

“No not that, plus Yelena used it after me so at least half the gas bill is hers” You replied with a shrug.

“What I was going to say is, how did you recover after your extreme touch starvation?” You continue, not giving the assassin time to mention the bike again. Nat frowned for a moment, taking a bite of her meal before looking you square in the face.

“Is this about Clint?”

“How did you know?” You reply, only a little bit shocked that she knew.

“When you go through that kind of touch starvation yourself, you can easily see it in others. Plus the bastards been avoiding me like I smell bad” Nat replies, taking another bite of her food in the process.

“So how did you combat it?” You asked, wondering aloud. You watched the redhead as she chewed. Natasha shrugged.

“There was no one thing that helped really. I went to therapy. A lot of therapy. Hell I had to get used to heat again. My therapist made me move the thermostat one degree higher every day till it was actually warm in my room again” Nat said, her eyes unfocused as she thought.

“I also had to hold hot drinks to help get my body used to close contact again. It depends on Clint really, love. If you want to help him, you’re gonna have to confront him first” Natasha said, looking deeply into your eyes as she spoke.

You knew that looks. It was the look that said she was leaving the mission up to you. With a nod, you stand up.

“I’m going to find Clint”

*********

*Clint’s POV*

The door to the gym opened and shut mutely behind Clint, the vibration of the door meeting the doorframe the only indication Clint got without his hearing aids in.

“ Gimmi a minute, I’ve not got my ears in!” Clint said, hoping he wasn’t being to loud or to quiet as he rummaged in his pockets.

Red hot pain coursed through Clint’s body like a taser shot, causing him to drop his newly found hearing aids onto the floor. The only thing stopping him from crying out in pain was his years of training.

Y/N looked horrified as she snapped her hand away, her body stone still as she watched Clint recover.

Y/N waited for Clint to put his hearing aids in before speaking, her face stony as she watched him.

“You lied on your psych evaluation.” Y/N said, her voice leaving no room for argument. Clint shrugged.

“Yeah, so what? I’m not sick so why tell them I’m having issues with heat” Clint replied, trying his best to shake off the feeling he was lying to himself. After so long without a stable place to live, Clint had assumed his issue had spanned from that.

“You’re touch starved you idiot. It’s got nothing to do with heat” Y/N replied. Exasperation colouring her features.

Clint was sure the confusion he was feeling was evident on his face. His jaw worked as he evaluated this new piece of information. As he thought back to his mission; Clint noted that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched.

Apart from during a fight, Clint realised with muted horror he hadn’t had physical touch since saying goodbye to Nat, Y/N and the team over a year and a half ago, each one’s hug or handshake a distant pleasant memory in Clint’s mind.

“Well, that makes sense I guess” Clint said, scratching his chin, shocked at his own revelation.

Y/N stared at him.

“What?” Clint said with more irritation than intended.

“Were you just going to suffer in silence?” Y/N said with forced annoyance, throwing her hands in the air. Clint flinched. He knew that reaction. Y/N was hurt by Clint’s decision, causing him to feel even more angry at himself.

“What was I supposed to do! Have the shrinks drug me up? Force you all to stay away from me? How am I supposed to recover when no one can even touch me without me freaking out!” Clint shouted, allowing his anger to finally bubble over.

He wasn’t sure why he was so angry, though he assumed the idea he’d hurt his friends feelings mixed up with his own embarrassment probably had something to do with it.

Y/N flinched, causing Clint’s anger to instantly simmer down.

“Sorry, I’m sorry” Clint said, putting his hands up in surrender. Y/N noticeably relaxed, stepping closer. Her face was unsure as she search Clint’s expression.

“You’re not alone in this Clint, I’m here, Nat’s here. We’re all here. We can help” Y/N said softly.

“How?” Clint says, his voice mirroring his defeated feelings. Y/N shrugged.

“Any way we can”

*Your POV*

*6 Months Later*

Clint was holding your hand.

Under normal circumstances, this wasn’t news, Clint had been one of the most casual people in the team, meaning physical contact was as natural from him as breathing was. But for the past six months, things had been different. So to have him hold your hand, and actually reach for it himself, felt like the biggest victory you’d ever experienced.

He hadn’t needed to start at the basics like Nat had, but it had still taken several therapy session to even get Clint to a level where he was able to hold a (barely warm) cup of tea, building his way up until the heat from the drink could emulate the heat from human contact.

When the tea had done all it could, it was down to the team to help. Each one given small touched and gestured to do to Clint to help him accept casual touch again.

“It’s nice to be holding something with a heartbeat” Clint said, noticing your focus had moved from the movie to your conjoined hands. You smiled.

“It’s nice to see you can touch people again” You replied, squeezing his hand lightly between yours. Clint chuckled.

“I’d still be avoiding everyone in my rooms right now if you hadn’t kicked my ass into gear.” Clint confessed, leaning his head back on the sofa as the tv droned on. You felt something in you relax as you looked at the archer. The Clint you knew slowly coming back to you.

It had been a long and stressful six months, watching as your friend slowly regained his carefree nature. But you knew it was one of the most rewarding things too. He was getting better. And you were ready to see him through the rest of his recovery.

“When you’re able to properly hug people again, you owe me one hell of a missed you hug” You laughed. Clint grinned.

I can’t believe I’ve just done this… but I was trying to edit my master list and instead ended up deleting it! 😫 so here it is all over again I guess!

Touch starved series: (complete)

Loki x Reader - 28th October 2021

Natasha x Reader - 30th October 2021

Peter x Reader - 26th November 2021

Bucky x Reader - 30th November 2021

Tony x Reader - 20th January 2022

Dr Strange x Reader - 23rd January 2022

Bruce x Reader - 26th January 2022

Pietro x Reader - 9th May 2022

Steve x Reader - 16th May 2022

Kate x Reader - 1st June 2022

Thor x Reader - 17th November 2022

Wanda x Reader - 26th November 2022

Clint x Reader - 3rd December 2022

Yelena x Reader - 17th December 2022

Marc Spector x Reader -

Steven Grant x Reader -

Jake Lockley x Reader -

Part 2 to Pietro x Read is here (released 21st November 2022)

Coming soon... Touch starved Moon Boys (Marc, Steven and Jake):

they will be a system, it will just be how each one reacts obviously

Touch starved ❤️ Reader ❤️

My touch starved reader works are here:

Reader x Peter - 30th November 2022

My other Works!

Here’s a list of my other fanfiction:

Drunks and Pizza, What could go wrong? (Clint Barton x Reader)

Past Scars and Future Hopes (Loki x reader) (Oneshot)

Is That What You Think? (Bucky x reader) (Oneshot)

The Sins of the Winter Soldier Bucky x Reader

Wanda x F!reader

Warnings: Non, touch starved Wanda (duh)

Theme: touchStarved!Wanda, you help, sad girly, she needs all of the love, comfort. Vision isn’t dead- but he can be seen as platonic if you're reading this as romance between reader and Wanda!

A/N: heyyyy- gotta get my head back in the game here my dudes and get some more fics out for you guys! so i apologise if the writing is a little messy 

*Your POV*

‘Dance with me’ you say, extending your hand out to Wanda as the avengers living room flooded with light music. Wanda frowned

‘And why do I want to dance?’ Wanda asked, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow. She was defensive; but luckily, you’d expected this.

Over the year and a half since Wanda had been taken in by the Avengers team, she’d been through a lot. The death of her brother only just becoming manageable. But even with her many trails, you’d noticed Wanda allowing people into her little world. Vision had been first, with you not long after. You’d become a comfy little group, with the other members of the team getting more and more comfortable with the powerful girl.

But no matter the comfort or care, you knew Wanda still harboured sudden black moods. Today being one of them.

She’d started the day alright, her emotions plain on her sleeve, but as the day grew so did her sadness, the black mood consuming her till her only responses to people were snappy comments or flying objects. That’s why you’d asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to time your favourite playlist to play, and it’s why you now stood with your arm outstretched to Wanda, a small smile playing on your lips as you saw her contemplate turning you down.

You knew she wouldn’t, she rarely said no to you.

You tried your best to not get a big head about it.

Taking your hand, Wanda looked uncertain as you pulled her from her sitting position. The music was slow, almost waltz like in its melody. perfect for close up dancing. Wanda stood before you, her elbows locked to prevent her body getting any closer to your own. 

“Oh, come on Wanda, this is prom dance music!” you say, keeping your voice low as you tug her closer until her body sat flush with yours.

“Hydra had no time to teach me the tango you know, to busy making me like this” Wanda said, shifting awkwardly as she made the table behind her float. 

“Best time to learn then; for example, I learned this one from all the rom coms I’ve watched” you declare as you placed Wandas hands around your neck before placing your arms comfortably around her waist, clasping them together at the base of er spine. 

Once comfortable, you began to guide Wanda into a slow sway, your feet barely moving as you moved to the music. 

*Wanda’s POV*

Wanda wasn’t sure how long they’d been stood there, their body’s flushed together as they moved slowly to each song that played. She’d never had a friendship like the one she had with Y/N. This intimacy foreign to her compared to the years of abuse she’d sustained from Hydra. Back then, she’d only had Pietro, and even then they could rarely touch; the cell wall between them making every hug precious.

“I wish I could of hugged my brother more” Wanda said, shocked at the words leaving her lips. Y/N’s arms tightened around Wanda’s waist.

“I know. I’m sure he’d say the same.” Y/N murmured, her breath tickling Wanda’s cheek. Wanda let out a shaky breath.

Resting her head in the crook of Y/N’s neck, Wanda let the tears slip silently down her face. Y/N sighed, resting her head against Wanda’s as she cried.

“Come on you, let’s go get a hot drink” Y/N whispered, pulling away slightly to look her in the face. Wanda nodded, looking up as she wiped her eyes.

“Thank you.” Wanda said, searching Y/N’s eyes.

“What for?” Y/N asked, looking confused. Wanda laughed half heartedly, placing her now damp hand into Y/N’s warm one.

“For always knowing what I need when I need it.” Wanda replied, squeezing her hand. Y/N smiled, leaning forward to kiss Wanda lightly on the forehead.

“Come on, hot drink” Y/N said, pulling Wanda lightly towards the kitchen.

*Your POV*

Even though the thanks was nice, you never wanted to be thanked by Wanda. You didn’t want anyone you cared about to think they had to thank you for your care and kindness.

As long as Wanda needed her, as long as anyone in the team needed her, Y/N will be there.

Dr Strange x F!reader

Warnings: None really.

Theme: Touch starved (duh), moody Dr Strange, sweet, straight to the point.

A/N: Hey! I feel the creative juices flowing today so lt’s get some fics done!

*Your POV*

There was something wrong with Dr Strange. You know it to be fact for several reasons; the main one being he’s being down right Grumpy with everyone. You've watched from your seat in the corner as Cape has ushered everyone out of the room from their place behind him after only a few moments of speaking. With Strange’s own answers coming out short and not at all sweet as he dismisses every concern and jumps to snap at their ‘idiocy’. You were sure you could almost see the emotions rippling off his magic as he hovered crosslegged in the middle of the room.

‘Enough, go away before I get really frustrated with you’ Strange said as he (and cape) ushered yet another client away. You'd had enough. With a deep sign, you uncurled yourself from your seat and stretched, using the movement as an excuse to sigh loudly. Dr Strange glared.

‘If my council here is so boring to you, you could go back to the Avengers tower. I don't need you here today’ Strange grumbled, rubbing his hands together before summoning the list of clients. 

‘Someone's grumpy today’ You reply, wondering the room slowly as he inspected the list in front of him. the list abruptly disappeared as he stared at you. 

‘Grumpy? I’m not grumpy. Who said I was Grumpy’ Strange said, frowning.

‘You did, plus Cape is shooing everyone away behind your back’ you reply as you come up behind him; his Cape poking you in response to your comment.

‘Ouch! see? You're both grumpy!’ You reply, rubbing your side as you came to a stop beside Strange. 

‘They are their own cape. They can do what they want’ strange replies, conjuring up the list once again. 

Plucking it out of the air, you roll the list up neatly before placing it in your back pocket. 

‘Hand’ you say, placing yours face up beside Strange. he stared. 

‘Stephen Strange give me your hand or I will make you’ You say again, your voice strong. Steven snorted, realising himself into a standing position with a smirk.

‘Like you could make me’ strange said as he placed his hand into yours. An uncertain look on his face as he did.

*Dr Strange POV*

Strange snorted again as Y/N stuck her tongue out, turned his hand so it was face up as she did. He became acutely aware of his scarring as it was pressed into Y/N’s soft palm. Strange didn't think of his hands as broken anymore, not when they could do so much more than they used to, but the scaring still brought back a twang of anger; one Strange was always eager to beat back.

With a gentleness Strange could never understand, Y/N began to trance patterns into his open palm. 

Strange snatched his hand away quickly- the soft sensation causing an almost painful response in him. Y/N looked up, shocked.

‘Sorry. I don’t know what came over me’ Strange said before placing his hand back into Y/N’s. Closing his eyes, Strange allowed himself a moment to relax, focusing on nothing but the delicate string of patterns being drawn on his palm. Instead of focusing on the overwhelming sensation, Strange focused on the movement, seeing each stroke as the intricate bindings of a new spell.

After what felt like only a moment, Y/N stopped, her hand disappearing from his palm to reappear on his shoulder.

‘Stephen?’ Y/N said, confusion laced in her voice. Opening his eyes, he was confused to see concern on her face.

‘Your crying’ Y/N announced, her hand still gripping his scarred hand as she pointed. Strange wiped his free hand across his face; realising as he did that it was indeed wet with tears.

‘It seems I am’ Strange replied, batting Cape away as they tried to wipe his face further.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ Y/N said, moving to take a step away. Strange shook his head, quickly gripping her hand to keep her from leaving.

‘No! Of course not’ Stephen said, scratching at the back of his head in thought.

‘You just made me realise just how much I’ve been taking on since becoming’ Strange gestures around the room

‘All of this’ He finish’s with a sigh.

‘I’ve been pushing myself to the point of frustration. And you drawing on my hand made me realise I don’t even remember the last time someone actually touched me. I guess it overwhelmed me a bit’ Strange confessed.

‘Well. Ill make a deal with you’ Y/N said. Strange became immediately wary.

‘I’ll make sure you get the social touch. Hugs, high fives, this’ she gestured to their clasped hands.

‘If you try to keep yourself from getting to swamped’ she finished, a small smile playing on her lips.

‘And maybe ask Cape if they’ll let me try them on’ she added, her smile almost impish. Strange chuckled softly.

‘I’ll take your deal. But I have no promises on Cape agreeing’ He replied, returning her smile.

Peter x F!reader

Warnings: None (unless kinda sad Peter Parker counts- which it 100% does)

Theme: SadBoi Peter, Touch Starved (duh), cute, hugs.

A/N: Hey! I’m so sorry! My ADHD has been left unchecked therefore I’ve ended up with 5 billion unfinished tasks and a lot of guilt for not getting stuff done. So I’ve given myself a time out to just get something done that I enjoy- no guilt. So here’s the next fic in my touch starved series! ❤️

(Kind of a short one- but I’ll probably end up rewriting at some point and adding more when I’m less stressed🤷🏻‍♀️)

*Peters POV*

‘Hey, Y/N. Um, I think I’m gonna be a little late’ Peter said, his comms whistling slightly as he threw himself from one web to another. Y/N grunted in response.

‘Peter, Dude. You’ve picked the wrong time to be late. Mr Jones is on a warpath and your project is going to be next’ Y/N whispered.

‘Okay! Okay, I’ll be there. If Mr Jones turns up please distract him’ Peter sighed, pushing himself to move as fast as possible. Y/N huffed.

‘You’ll owe me big time if I have to - Mr Jones!’ Y/N said- cutting herself off quickly. Peter cringed.

‘Y/N, I swear I’ll buy you the biggest stack of waffles for this’ Peter said, throwing himself between buildings until he landed, finally on the roof of the school building.

‘I’m coming Y/N’ Peter whispered, ripping off his mask as he made a mad dash for the fire escape.

*Y/N’s POV*

‘Mr Jones!’ You cry, grinning almost manically as you try to cover your anxiety. You’d known from the moment you agreed to help Peter that this would happen. He’s been throwing himself into his missions so heavily he’s hardly had time to be what he actually was; a teenager.

Being a teen hero yourself, you knew how hard it was to juggle the hero from the normal. But the way Peter had been throwing himself into each fight had begun to concern you. You knew he could handle everything he was given, but you weren’t sure if he knew where Spider-Man ended and Peter Parker began.

‘Miss L/N, where’s Parker?’ Mr Jones said,his eyes narrowed. You begin to shuffle where you stand.

‘Oh, Peter just went to the toilet, Sir, but we worked together on this so I can alway start off-’

‘No, both partners must be present to show their project or it forfeits the grade.’ Mr Jones interrupts, his hand scribbling away on his black clipboard.

You could feel your grade slipping through your fingers as you waited; anxiously looking between your teacher and the clock.

The smacking of shoes against the floor alerted you to peters arrival, his hair askew as he skidded into the gymnasium.

‘Ah, Mr Parker, decided to show up I see?’ Mr Jones said as he looked at Peter over his wire frame glasses. Peter scratched the back of his head.

‘Sorry Sir, I think I ate something bad…’ Peter said, adding to the toilet lie you’d hoped he’d heard over your still live com system. Mr Jones recoiled.

‘Anyway, show me your project please. I’ve been stood here long enough’ Mr Jones said, turning away and looking at the project beside us.

*Peter POV*

‘We got an A!’ Y/N beamed, looking triumphant as we looked at our project.

The science side of it had been left to Peter, but without Y/N, none of it would of been executed with any kind of  finesse. So when they’d come back into the gymnasium to see their final grade, Peter had had to remember his aching limbs just to stop himself jumping with glee.

‘I told you, we’d do it’ Peter said, grinning as he looked between Y/N and they’re A grade.

‘We did it, and you owe me waffles’ Y/N said as she threw her arms around peters neck; pulling him into a hug. Peter froze momentarily, a soft ‘oh’ escaping his mouth as he relaxed into the hug. Y/N pulled away.

‘Hey, you okay? Y/N said, her hands still looped around Peters neck loosely. Peter looked away.

‘Uh, yeah. Yeah I’m good’ Peter said, looking anywhere but at Y/N face.

Y/N frowned, taking her hands from around peters neck to fold them in front of her chest- the universal sign that she didn’t believe a word he was saying. Peters shoulder sagged.

‘It’s just. It’s been a while since I’ve had physical contact that isn’t fighting. That’s all.’ Peter said, his feet beginning to shift as he became more uncomfortable.

Y/N dropped her stance, quickly throwing her arms around Peters neck once again. This time the hug was tight, the kind of hug you gave a friend that you knew really needed it, and god did Peter need it. He’d done exactly what he was trying to avoid. Ignoring his own needs because of The Mission. When he’d first started as Spider-Man, stuff was simpler. Simple bad guys, simple stakes. But since the Avengers; everything had become so much more dangerous.

This had happened before, right at the beginning. Peter had wanted to prove himself so much he’d gotten himself hurt; leaving him bedridden and  lectured by every member of the team about the importance of looking after himself.

‘I’ve forgotten to be Peter again, haven’t I?’ Peter murmured into Y/N’s hair, hugging her tightly as he felt his body relax. Y/N nodded.

‘Just a bit, Petey. But you’re back now’ Y/N said, giving him one last squeeze before pulling away.