Historias de Quietintimacy

Yor is sitting on the soft blue mat in front of the bathtub, dozens of small bandages discarded on the floor around her. A few fresh bandages are pathetically stuck on the exposed cuts scattered across her right-hand fingers, most half-dangling off. A full box of bandaids and an uncapped tube of neosporin similarly lay beside her. Yor's face reddens. "I-They were starting to come off while I slept, so I figured it was time I replaced them. I'm... sorry." Twilight doesn't quite understand what she's apologizing for. But Loid steps fully into the bathroom and lowers himself to sit in front of Yor. "Would you like an extra pair of hands?"

Every morning at five am, two strangers move through the same space - separate, disciplined, unseen. Until one morning, a small act of kindness begins to blur the line between routine and something more. A story of quiet connection and respect. The first three chapters are told from his perspective. The last three chapters are told from her perspective.

Something-or someone-keeps knocking at his window after lights out. He should be annoyed. He should tell them to leave. But for some reason... he doesn't. A late-night visit turns into something quieter than either of them expected. Homework, unspoken thoughts, and the kind of silence that says more than words ever could. Sometimes, it's what happens in the stillness-after the noise dies down-that lingers the longest.

Wincing at the stiffness of her shoulders and the thunder that continued to boom against the inside of her skull, Claire reached over to retrieve the folded paper. It was a note, she realized upon closer inspection, a note scribbled in very familiar cursive. Its message was concise: "You'll need these." Right. Jack. (Or: Claire wakes up after a wild night out. Jack is there, too. Part three of "and all that jazz.")

They weren't strangers. Not really. A year of stolen glances at book events, a drunken almost‑moment, and then nothing. Until now. George's new job at a Dublin library was supposed to be a fresh start, but now he's colleagues with Realtín - someone he barely spoke to, but never forgot. Realtín has rules. George has regrets. And neither of them is prepared for what working side‑by‑side will stir up. Attraction becomes distraction. Distraction becomes danger. And the line between "this is a bad idea" and "I can't stay away from you" gets thinner every day. A slow‑burn, character‑driven romance about longing, timing, and the kind of connection that refuses to disappear.

"Is it distrust of me," Aang says, "or distrust of the Avatar?" A bitter laugh escapes Zuko's lips before he can stop it. (Written for Day 3 of Zukaang Week 2022: Sacred, hosted by @ zukaangweek on Tumblr.)

Through trials and hidden dangers, they walk side by side - supporting, protecting, and trusting each other without hesitation. When she is injured and lies between life and death, fear breaks through his calm exterior. In a world filled with uncertainty, they become each other's anchor - braving storms together, choosing each other again and again. Their bond deepens through every hardship, strengthened by quiet moments of tenderness and unwavering loyalty.

What's supposed to be a chaotic Christmas getaway with family, teammates, and half the Formula 1 grid turns into Oscar Piastri's worst (and strangest) nightmare: everyone leaves without him. Trapped alone in a too-quiet house over Christmas, Oscar is left to wrestle with creaking floors, lingering memories, and the kind of loneliness that gets louder the longer it sits. Between missed flights, unexpected FaceTimes, and one very familiar orange sock, this is a soft, funny, slightly haunting holiday story about being left behind - and realizing you might not be as alone as you think.

After going public with their relationship, longtime rivals Ilya Rosanov and Shane Hollander discover that love off the ice comes with a different kind of pressure. Every mistake is questioned, every loss scrutinized, and the world suddenly has an opinion on something that used to be just theirs. Now playing on opposing teams under a constant spotlight, they struggle to separate the game from their personal lives as the media narratives and fan reactions threaten to turn their relationship into a headline instead of a home. With distance, doubt, and exhaustion creeping in, Ilya and Shane learn how to love each other without letting the world define what that love means. In the quiet moments between road trips and rink lights, they realize that staying together isn't about proving anything-it's about choosing each other, even when it would be easier not to. This is an imagine fanfiction based entirely on imagination, taking place after Season One of the series. It is not based on the events of the second book and should be read as a "what if" continuation.

You and the crew check into a hotel for the night... only to find there's just one bed left. And somehow, you and Dan Heng are the ones stuck sharing it. But it's fine - just one night, just a little cold, and you're just friends. It changes nothing between you too. ..right? I'm a sucker for one bed tropes, so i thought I'd write one. (Dan Heng x reader)

In a school where power is everything and every move is watched, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji and Ryuen face more than just academic battles-they confront the complicated, fragile lines between control and submission, fear and desire, walls and trust. As their carefully guarded facades crumble, they discover a truth neither expected: submission isn't surrender, and love isn't weakness. But to embrace what they feel, they must navigate rumors, rivalries, and the relentless eyes of classmates who won't let them hide. Unseen Bonds is a slow-burning, emotionally rich story about finding peace in chaos, strength in vulnerability, and the courage to be truly seen.