Could you do a 007n7 one where the reader is really touch starved but refuses to admit it or ask for help with it? But then they make contact with 007n7 and practically melt right there and then?
007n7 x touch starved!GN!Reader
(YES!! I absolutely love this idea, thank you so so much for asking this! I hope it's to your liking!)
Tags: Fluffy, maybe a lil angsty, i wrote this in a rush, so it might not be amazing lol
The cabin felt colder than usual tonight, its corners heavy with shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly. Survivors clustered together near the fireplace, trading hushed laughter and whispered stories, their voices overlapping into a warm hum. You sat apart, pressed into a wooden bench against the far wall, feigning comfort in solitude.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to join them. You did. Badly. But every time the thought of stepping closer arose, your chest tightened, and something inside you whispered that it wasn’t worth the risk. Better to sit alone than to admit what you really wanted, what you really needed.
A touch. A hand. Something small to remind you that you weren’t invisible.
But that wasn’t something you could ask for. Not here. Not from anyone.
The air shifted slightly, and you glanced up just as 007n7 hesitated in the doorway. His shoulders hunched in that familiar way, as if he was trying to fold himself into the shadows, unnoticed. He scanned the room once, his gaze flicking toward the laughter by the fire before settling, almost shyly, on you.
He lingered, uncertain. For a moment you thought he might leave, but then, with a soft breath, he padded across the cabin and stopped at your side.
You tilted your head, trying to mask your surprise. “...Hey.”
His reply was quiet, nearly swallowed by the fire’s crackle. “...Is this seat taken?”
You shook your head, and he sat, careful and tentative, leaving just enough space that you could feel the warmth radiating off him but not quite touching. For a while, silence stretched between you. It was comfortable, almost, though you caught yourself fidgeting, tapping your thumb against your thigh, biting back the restless need that gnawed at you.
Then it happened. The smallest thing.
His shoulder brushed against yours. Barely, just the faintest graze, like he hadn’t meant to. But the contact sent heat rushing through you, every nerve alight. It was ridiculous, how quickly you almost melted, how badly your body wanted to lean into that sliver of warmth and stay there forever.
You froze, terrified he might notice. But before you could pull back, he did something unexpected.
In fact, his hand shifted slightly, close enough that his knuckles brushed against your sleeve. His touch was featherlight, testing, as though he was just as unsure as you were. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his cheeks tinted pink.
“You okay?” His voice was soft, almost trembling, like he was afraid to overstep.
Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs. You swallowed, forcing yourself to answer without giving away too much. “...Yeah, I’m fine.”
But your voice cracked just enough to betray you.
He noticed. Of course he did. His hand lingered for a beat longer, then pulled back slightly, hesitation written in every movement. “Sorry,” He mumbled, gaze darting toward the floor. “I didn’t mean to… um… bother you.”
Panic flared, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned back into him, just enough that your shoulders touched again, deliberate this time. You caught the way his eyes widened, the way he blinked fast like he couldn’t believe what just happened.
“It’s not bothering me,” You murmured, barely above a whisper.
A silence followed, but it wasn’t empty. It was warm, fragile, like something precious you weren’t sure you should touch but couldn’t resist. He shifted, letting himself rest a little closer, though the pink on his face deepened.
“You… really don’t mind?” He asked, his tone carrying that mix of timid curiosity and gentle care that was so distinctly him.
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “No. Not at all.”
Something softened in his expression, his usual shyness wrapped around with a flicker of relief. Slowly, so slowly, it was like he was afraid you might vanish, he let his head rest lightly against yours. The touch was tentative, sweet, and careful.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, tension melting from your body like snow under fire. For the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel hollow.
Neither of you spoke after that. You just sat there, shoulder to shoulder, head against head, letting the silence say everything you couldn’t.
And for once, you didn’t feel the need to ask.
Because he’d already given you what you couldn’t admit you needed.
