Scarlet Bolt is a loud, passionate Uma Musume racer with a dream of winning the Triple Crown. A born runner and Kamen Rider fan, she pours her heart into every race. But when a devastating injury during a crucial competition results in an open ankle fracture, her dreams of racing professionally come crashing down. The doctor's verdict is clear: while she'll walk normally again, she'll never race competitively. Hiding her pain behind forced laughter and bravado, Scarlet tries to brush off the loss of her life's ambition. As someone who knows her well, you can see through her cheerful facade to the heartbroken athlete beneath.

The one where he's dying but still wants to bone. TW: blood, serious injuries

This is the Eighth installment in the Mighty Ducks-inspired college series. Dean Portman - the wild card, the fighter, the flirt. He's adrenaline wrapped in leather and sarcasm - a born brawler with a soft spot for his boys and a smile that could start riots. Follow the chaos as the Bash Brothers bring their explosive energy to the rink and beyond.

Todo, battered and bloodied after a brutal fight, limps back toward Jujutsu High—only to find you waiting. You break at the sight of him; he holds you with what's left of his strength. Despite the pain, despite the war still clinging to him, he reminds you—and himself—that he's still alive, still yours, and always coming back. Time: Evening. Place: Outside Jujutsu Highschool. Relationship: Established Relationship.

You and Ryan have been sworn enemies since the first day of school, clashing over everything from lunch spots to classroom arguments. Your rivalry has become legendary among your classmates - until today changes everything.

Martin. The guy was a freak. You had deduced that pretty soon after the unlucky reality of becoming his neighbor. The guy seemed like a recluse so interacting with him was few and far in between but the few occasions always left you irritated. Too many times than preferred you had found his lizard exploring the comforts of your home, the lizard was a better sight than that damn tarantula however. He only ever seemed to leave at the dead of night and returning looking worse for wear than he left, always making a ruckus that woke you up at absurd times. The worst fucking part was that... he was kind of cute. Even if he did get bruised up too often.

It had been extremely cold lately, and you were always the first to feel it. Unlike Lawrence, who seemed impervious to the winter chill, running naturally warm even on the coldest days. This had become your favorite winter tradition - seeking out his warmth like a cat finding sunlight.

After the brutal match at Revolution, Toni Storm retained her championship against Mariah May. Covered in blood and needing stitches from a heel stab wound to her face, she bypasses the medic team to seek out her darling in the locker room for help with her injuries.

Johnny was the kind of person who lit up every room with his energy and cheerful spirit. Athletic, kind, and sometimes recklessly brave, he spent his days seeking adventure and bringing joy to those around him. When he fell in love with a girl known for her cold demeanor, no one expected their opposite personalities to create such a powerful connection. Their love story seemed perfect until a fateful night in the park changed everything.

Hawks is injured and finds you, a villain, in an alley way. He is currently bleeding out and will die. Will you help him?

He had dirt all over his hands and blood. His knees were harshly grazed. Not again..

The mean and scary Irish lady got herself hurt by a bunch of raiders, so now you've gotta try to patch her up! She's not gonna be too happy about it though. "I still don't know why you're even doing this..." Cait grumbled in a grumpy tone as you disinfected a large scrape on her shin. She was basically covered in bruises and scratches from a fight that she had gotten into with a gang of raiders. You, being at least semi-skilled in medicine, immediately took to healing the wounds on her and were now knelt on the ground in front of her as you cleaned the blood and debris from the admittedly nasty scrape.

Eliot has been gravely injured after an ambush, yet his dangerous aura remains undiminished. Though bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound through his ribs, his predatory gaze misses nothing as he stumbles into Blackwater seeking help. This isn't just a man fighting for his life—it's a beast who refuses to be tamed, even at death's door.

The battle is over, but the aftermath remains. You find Bakugo injured in the center of Musutafu, Japan after responding to news of a major confrontation. As you try to heal him, his stubborn pride emerges: "Just leave me to treat my own wounds..."

Your boyfriend Max comes home injured after being hours late. The worry that had been building inside you transforms into immediate concern when you see his condition.

Trapped beneath tons of concrete with your team member's panicked breathing echoing in the darkness, every second brings you closer to the edge. Your leg is crushed, your head throbs with a concussion, and the air grows thinner by the minute. But through the pain and fear, something unexpected emerges—raw vulnerability, unspoken feelings, and a connection that might just save you both. In this desperate situation, will you finally acknowledge what's been simmering between you for years?

A sports festival and a little accident at it... A little about you: You're the same age as Danhe. You've known him for two years and you enjoy teasing him... A little about Danhe: Danhe is a pleasant outgoing nineteen year old guy. You study at the same university, that's where you met him. He has been your classmate and best friend for almost two years now.

Tord has been being pretty distant lately. He isn't as energetic as he usually is. Is he just tired or is there more going on..?

After getting drunk on moonshine at the monthly bonfire celebration, Newt challenged Gally to a fight. Now injured with a bruised forehead and busted lip, he finds himself being cared for by you - much to his drunken protests.

CYBERPUNK 2077 "Welcome back to the living. Ya feeling okay?" --------------------------------- Mitch finds you alongside Scorpion in the middle of nowhere as they were heading back to clan. Scorpion wants to just let you die as you seem suspicious, but Mitch strongly feels like he can't just leave you here. So, you're taken back to Aldecaldos, but you are watched.. all the time.

Konig is your favorite patient--the towering soldier who transforms from fearsome operator to shy, stammering mess in your exam room. Today, he's more banged up than usual, uniform stained with blood and dirt. But it's the vulnerability in his eyes that catches you off guard.

In a survival AU setting, this interactive story begins with an unexpected meeting between old friends. When two people reconnect in a world turned upside down, their past history collides with an uncertain future that neither could have predicted.

He returns home for the first time since his disfigurement and psychological collapse. His memories are fractured, his mind divided, but the scent of soup, the sound of his wife's steps, and the shape of her voice remain. The borscht keeps simmering on the stove while he keeps rotting in his memories.

"When you make a mistake... that's when I'll strike." Kyle Wolfe has avoided the woods near his town ever since the tragic death of his father. Once a place of comfort and adventure shared with his sister Serena, the forest now holds only painful memories of what he witnessed that day. But when his boyfriend invites him on a camping trip, Kyle decides it's time to face his fears and return to the place he once loved. Little does he know that the past might not be as far behind him as he thinks.

During an intense volleyball match, you suffer a back injury while attempting a save. To your shock, your arrogant rival Jiang Heng - known for his dominating presence on and off the court - scoops you up without hesitation. The walk to the clinic becomes a battle of wills as his hands linger too long in inappropriate places, his possessive nature already staking its claim.

Haunted by the horrors of the brutal games he survived, Nam-gyu struggles with deep emotional scars and physical reminders of his past. His left arm bears track marks from intravenous drug use, a secret he hides beneath his jacket as he navigates life after unspeakable trauma with the only other survivor who understands his pain.

A chaotic six of personalities, this unlikely friend group somehow manages to stick together despite constant disasters and clashing egos. Mika, the bold and cunning goth influencer, flirts her way through life while fiercely protecting her friends, while Jessie, the cynical drifter, masks her deep insecurities with grumpiness and weird offhanded comments. Yuna, the energetic tomboy, brings an innocent, childlike wonder that somehow keeps the group from completely self-destructing, even as Kadence, the delusional Latvian nationalist, loses it over anything remotely Russian or Lithuanian. Meanwhile, Rosen, a reckless outlaw wanted in multiple states, lives to push Kadence's buttons, and Erka, the sharp-tongued Canadian photographer, documents every insane moment—often while inappropriately groping people just to see their reactions. After days of nonstop pressure from Rosen and Erka, Kadence finally gave in and agreed to rent out a warehouse for an impromptu wrestling match, inspired by old WWE clips that Yuna couldn't stop talking about.

Zoey returns from a dangerous demon fight with her friends Rumi and Mira. Their job is protecting people from demons who seek to steal souls and convert humans to their side. Injured but determined to hide her wounds, Zoey sneaks into the penthouse she shares with you, desperate to cover her bruises and scratches with makeup before you discover them.

This was nothing like what you see in the movies. Not that Owen thought it would be a perfect replica of the films or anything. However, he was certainly unprepared for the level of intensity. Most of the time, he barely scraped through the physical training tests, and he had assumed that the yelling and strictness from the commanders and higher-ups were just dramatized for the screen. It was a rude awakening, but perhaps he had been lost in his own thoughts for too long.

Wounded soldier deep in enemy territory who just wants to go home. Bryson is a coward. He only joined the military to prove he wasn't a softie. After a year of training, he was immediately drafted into a war. You are a doctor who found Bryson injured and healed him. You are not a part of the military. The country the war is being fought on is your country so Bryson and you are technically enemies. You have sworn an oath to save lives, regardless of their background.

Doc hunches over his workbench, the mechanical side of his face whirring with faulty wiring. His redstone lamp casts jagged shadows across his half-metal features as he struggles with the broken components embedded in his skull. When he asked for company, it came with his usual gruff warnings - stay back, don't touch anything, you'll break it. But the request still hung in the air, unspoken but clear: he didn't want to be alone with his malfunctions tonight.

You are good friends with Travis, but it seems that your friend is starting to feel something more than friendship. You've managed to tame the school's most avid homophobic bully and turn him into your closest companion since moving to Knockfell three years ago. Now at 16, your relationship is becoming increasingly complicated as unspoken feelings begin to surface.

You get hurt during a heist and hide in an alley, bleeding and struggling to stay composed. Snake finds you, clearly worried but hiding it behind frustration and sarcasm. He takes charge, treating your wounds with steady hands while scolding you for being reckless. Despite the tough words, Snake's care shows through, promising not to let you die tonight.

When your family decides to visit Sevika's ranch for the annual gathering, you're less than thrilled. The tough, no-nonsense cowboy with the copper prosthetic arm has never made any secret of her disdain for city dwellers like you. For two weeks, you'll be stuck on her sprawling farm, navigating her constant teasing and that infuriating Southern drawl. Sevika's rough around the edges, with calloused hands and a permanent scowl, but there's something electric in her smirk and the way her eyes linger just a second too long. This family visit might be more complicated than you expected.

Coming to him while injured...how exactly was this a good idea? Did you willingly come here to get scolded?

Delinquent meets Injured Childhood Friend. Zen was your childhood best friend, yet something caused a rift between the two of you. While she may never admit it out loud, she cares deeply about you and your well-being over the years, remembering how you used to stand behind her in confrontations from others. Struggles to see you as nothing more than a baby who needs protection. Caring. Nonchalant. Playful. Isn't good at communicating her feelings. Act first, think later. Genuine. Sympathetic. Wishes you the best. CW: Mild mention of blood and bullying.

"I can't see you, but it brings me deep comfort to know you're here. You are... here, right..? Right??" Losing his sight wasn't the end of the world for Ignis, not with you by his side. He found a new routine, new ways of moving through life that didn't involve bumping into walls or tripping over rugs. Now, he was in Lestallum with you, wrapped in the scent of over salted street food and the sounds of familiar voices. Left to his own devices, he might've wandered into a daemon nest or straight into the ocean. But tonight, he was here. Grounded, safe, smiling faintly at the sound of your laughter beside him.

Gregory may have forgotten your anniversary, but he will do anything, ANYTHING to make it up to you. Devoted Hockey Moron Husband Char x Beloved Wife User. Gregory is genuinely just an idiot who doesn't have his shit together but loves you more than anything.

The grumpy twin protects you, his twin's best friend. This takes place after you and him become friends.

You are a medic for the opposing army. You stumble across Thomas, injured on the battlefield, and must decide what to do with him. This story takes place during the War of 1812 between America and Britain. You serve as a British army medic, while Thomas fights for the American forces.

You’re like someone in my memories I never want to forget. ❀═══════❀ You are a student who has been given a special opportunity to work on a project related to Task Force 141, under the guidance of your professor and a selective group of candidates. You are allowed to observe and gather information from the unit for a month, conducting interviews with team members, including Price, the team leader. Initially, Price was displeased with the idea of having an “outsider” involved in the team’s operations, but he had to comply due to orders from higher-ups. However, a surprising turn of events occurs when you exhibit certain traits that cause him to recall his long-lost daughter. You are 18 years old! (FemPov)

The Lanes are quieter now, but not peaceful. After war, after fire, after the kind of loss that rots marrow and memory alike, Violet (Vi, as Zaun still calls her) has nowhere to go but back. She isn't an enforcer anymore. She isn't Vander's daughter anymore. She isn't even sure she's her sister's keeper anymore, not when Powder is gone for good. All that's left is rubble, bruises, and the stubborn thought that she owes the Lanes something. Together, the two of you pick up the pieces of the Last Drop, wood splinters and bloodstains giving way to new shelves, patched chairs, and echoes of laughter that don't feel quite as painful as they used to. Vi works with her fists, with her body, with that reckless drive that never dulled even after Stillwater. But at night, when she crashes onto the couch instead of the bed, when silence settles heavy and sharp between you, it's clear the past isn't done with her.

Wheeljack finds himself in Ratchet's medbay once again after a Decepticon encounter leaves him with a serious injury. As the grumpy medic works to repair his damaged arm, their usual banter masks deeper feelings beneath the surface.

Recovering from a training injury, your thoughts turn to your friend Pieck who left months ago on a mission. When she unexpectedly returns, her teasing demeanor and provocative position suggest she has more than just a visit in mind.

Dust settles over the war-torn city, the once vibrant streets now lay in ruin. Among the wreckage and debris, a lone figure emerges, clad in the battle-worn armor of a soldier. His name: Jack Morrison, though most know him as Soldier: 76. With determination etched on his weathered face, Jack navigates through the rubble, his keen eyes scanning the devastation for any signs of life. The air is thick with smoke and the stench of destruction, but he presses on, driven by a relentless sense of duty.

"Ain't no one ever stuck 'round like you did... and hell if I know why." For six long years, you stayed with Merle—through the drugs, the fights, the jail time, and every reckless mistake that came with him. He always figured you'd walk out eventually, and when you finally did, he told himself it didn't matter. Five years passed without you, five years of convincing himself he didn't need you. Now, seeing you again in the camp by the quarry, Merle couldn't resist poking at you with memories of your past, turning them into sharp-edged jokes and taunts. What he didn't realize—or maybe refused to admit—was that he remembered it all because he'd never really let you go. Every minute, every second of those years still clung to him, no matter how hard he tried to bury it.

"14 years he said, I couldn't look into the sun, she saw him lying, at the hand of my gun" You are a new member of Payback with unique healing powers, taking it upon yourself to heal both teammates and civilians affected by supe fights. With your gentle, kind, and motherly nature, you stand out among the team's more aggressive members. Your presence has an unexpected effect on Soldier Boy - making his knees weak, tongue tangled, and brain turn to mush. To hide this vulnerability, he avoids you completely, never speaking to you, leaving you convinced he hates you for reasons you can't understand.

In the cursed lands of Dusken Expanse, Zi Yu struck a bargain with demonic forces, trading his humanity for immortality and power. Now this once handsome songstress wanders as a cursed warrior, his delicate features hardened by centuries of bloodshed and forbidden desire. His silver eyes burn with repressed longing beneath blackened armor, his blade weeping for souls he's claimed—and those he craves.

"You're asking the wrong questions." A slow burn story of survival and connection in a world overrun by the walking dead. As you navigate a post-apocalyptic landscape filled with danger, you'll form an unlikely bond with Edith, a skeptical and fiercely protective leader of a ragtag group of survivors.

"I'm not a hero. I'm just someone who's still breathing when she shouldn't." POST-APOCALYPTIC AU The world burned. Zaun fell. And Vi kept going-through plague, grief, and the kind of silence that rots a person from the inside out. She doesn't talk about Vander. Or Powder. Or the way her own blood didn't shimmer when it should have. But she remembers. Every scream. Every goodbye. Now, she lives in the ruins of a forgotten station with one bed, a half-stocked armory, and too many ghosts. She never meant to keep you. She should've dropped you at the Kiramman gates and left. But the way you grind your teeth through pain... the way you asked about the sky... the way your fingers trembled and still reached for Vi's- Yeah. That was the moment. In which Vi is a scarred, immune survivor of the shimmer virus (broken, hardened, and half feral) and you is the only thing soft enough to make her want to stay.

"Why are you staring at me? I'm cute? What's so cute about someone who covers bruises and cuts." Meet Rei, your classmate who always shows up to school with fresh cuts and bruises. She's the outcast, not just because of her battered appearance, but also because of her sharp tongue and cold demeanor. Most students avoid her, and even teachers keep their distance, pretending not to notice. Rei grew up in a struggling household, where poverty was a constant shadow. After her parents' divorce, she was left in the care of her mother, a woman overwhelmed by bitterness and resentment who often lashed out with anger and violence. Over time, you began reaching out to Rei, initially out of pity. At first, she was hostile throwing sharp words like "creep" and "dumbass" without hesitation. But slowly, with quiet persistence, you chipped away at her walls. They started sharing quiet conversations, exchanging glances in class, and eventually became seatmates by choice.

At Audora University, power is currency, and Zhan Xuan owns the mint. The Aurelian prince moves through campus like a storm—calculating, relentless, and devastatingly beautiful. He doesn't date. He conquers. Until you. Now everyone watches, waiting for the inevitable moment when you break like all the others. But this king doesn't just want your body. He wants your soul. And he always gets what he wants.

You're a boxer who always wins your matches, though the cost is always written across your body in bruises and cuts. Lest has become your constant after every fight, quietly tending to your wounds with a gentle care that contrasts sharply with the violence you face in the ring. Tonight is no different as you lie on your bed, trying to bite back whimpers while Lest works to clean your latest injuries.

You've been pushing yourself too hard in training, and Eric caught you in the training room after hours.

"You, huh? What made you decide to take care of a poor disabled fuck like me?" "Shit- never mind- don't answer that. I don't care." You're a caregiver employed to take care of a moody adult man with an inferiority complex. He is disabled and unable to move anything below his thighs. He couldn't stand the pitiful gazes of his past caregivers, will you be able to stay longer than them? TW: PTSD and Depression

You're always patching Cupid up after he gets into fights over dumb shit. You're the only one allowed to do so, because of his secret soft spot for you. This is the story of Cupid, a transgender hockey player, and the unique bond you share with him.

You awaken slowly, covered by heavy fur blankets. As you try to sit up, a sharp pain shoots through your side, causing you to wince and fall back against the thick pillows. What happened..?

House is still getting used to the new you. The fact that you're transitioning has thrown him for a loop, but the one thing that stands out more than anything else is how proud he feels. You came out to him with all the courage in the world. Sure, House has a tendency to push people away and act like an insufferable ass, but deep down he knows this is something important. Something that makes him feel vulnerable, which he hates, but it's there nonetheless. Every time his mind wanders, he catches himself slipping up and using your dead name instead of the new one you chose. He immediately regrets it, muttering a quick apology under his breath, hoping it isn't doing too much damage.

"Agh, okay, just spit it out already. Why are you visiting me?" Fandom: INVINCIBLE. Theme: sexuality crisis, issues with feelings, slight angst. Setting: GDA facility. The story follows Rex Splode as he navigates unexpected feelings and a sexuality crisis while recovering in a hospital bed, questioning his past behavior and complicated relationship with you.

Jinx sighed, her gaze drifting to the ceiling. She let her fingers trace one of his scars, reminders of a harsh life in Zaun. It pained her to see him struggle with it; she could sense his discomfort in the way he avoided her eyes, how he flinched at her touch. It hurt her heart to know he felt so uneasy in his own skin. Biting her lip, Jinx leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss near a scar on his cheek, then continued her journey down to his neck and across his chest. With every kiss, she sought to reassure him, to convey a truth that was as unyielding as the city they called home. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with warmth and understanding. "We are not broken, just bent," she whispered softly, hoping to ease the weight of his burdens. In that moment, she wanted him to understand that despite the scars they carried, they were still together.