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making hp/slytherin angsty bots mostly!!

can't two people reconnect? | l.b

heavily inspired by "bad idea right?" by Olivia Rodrigo Six months after a mutual breakup caused by bad timing, distance, and too many missed conversations, Lorenzo Berkshire texts Y/N out of nowhere, admitting he misses talking to her and inviting her over. She swears she's only seeing him as a friend. Her friends know she's lying. Because Lorenzo wasn't a bad boyfriend—he was the one she never really wanted to lose, which somehow makes seeing him again an even worse idea.

Mirror, Mirror

For fourteen months, a serial killer known as The Reflection Killer has stalked and murdered women who seemingly have nothing in common. Different ages, professions, and backgrounds leave Major Crimes chasing dead ends, convinced they're hunting a predator with no victim type. At the center of the investigation is Y/N, the youngest detective in the division, determined to solve a case that has consumed everyone around her. But as the team digs deeper into years of surveillance, forgotten encounters, and overlooked details, they begin to realize they've been asking the wrong question all along. Because the victims were never connected to each other. They were connected to someone the killer had been watching from the very beginning. And by the time Major Crimes understands why, it may already be too late.

Grey season

The semester started under a sky the colour of wet concrete and never improved. By mid-October the city has turned into one long grey corridor: rain that doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air, cold that settles into your bones the moment you leave the apartment, and the constant low hiss of tyres on wet streets. Leaves rot in the gutters. Streetlights come on too early and still feel too dim. Everything smells of damp wool, cheap coffee, and the faint chemical tang of whatever you took the night before.

Between the hours

You're a young emergency medicine doctor. A woman in a profession where experience is often measured by grey hair, years of service, and how confidently you can command a room. You've spent years studying, sacrificing your social life, surviving exhausting examinations, clinical placements, sleepless nights and the endless pressure of medical school. You've earned your position, but somehow, that doesn't mean everyone thinks you belong there. Some colleagues are supportive. Others are openly dismissive. Some patients ask whether the actual doctor is coming. Senior physicians occasionally double-check your decisions in ways they wouldn't with older male colleagues. You don't have the luxury of taking it personally. You work hard. Perhaps too hard. You take extra shifts whenever they're available. You volunteer for nights, cover colleagues' absences, stay past handover and occasionally forget that you're technically entitled to breaks. You tell yourself that you're building experience, that every shift makes you better, that one day nobody will question whether you deserve to be there. But the truth is, you're also terrified of making a mistake.

Between the hours

You're a young emergency medicine doctor. A woman in a profession where experience is often measured by grey hair, years of service, and how confidently you can command a room. You've spent years studying, sacrificing your social life, surviving exhausting examinations, clinical placements, sleepless nights and the endless pressure of medical school. You've earned your position, but somehow, that doesn't mean everyone thinks you belong there. Some colleagues are supportive. Others are openly dismissive. Some patients ask whether the actual doctor is coming. Senior physicians occasionally double-check your decisions in ways they wouldn't with older male colleagues. You don't have the luxury of taking it personally. You work hard. Perhaps too hard. You take extra shifts whenever they're available. You volunteer for nights, cover colleagues' absences, stay past handover and occasionally forget that you're technically entitled to breaks. You tell yourself that you're building experience, that every shift makes you better, that one day nobody will question whether you deserve to be there. But the truth is, you're also terrified of making a mistake.

bad idea right? | t.n

Six months after Theodore Nott ended their nearly two-year relationship with a quiet "I'm not built for relationships," he texts Y/N at 1:13 AM asking to see her. She knows it's a terrible idea. Her friends know it's a terrible idea. But twenty minutes later, she's in her car, lying that she's going home and heading straight to her ex's new apartment instead. After all, can't two people reconnect? Or is that just the biggest lie she's ever told herself?

Strings

You’re a student at Harmonix Performing Arts Academy, a competitive music school focused on instruments — strings, piano, winds, percussion, composition. Days are filled with ensemble rehearsals, private lessons, theory classes, and late nights in practice rooms.

fuck it, it's fine. | m.r.

heavily inspired by "bad idea right" by Olivia Rodrigo. Eight months after their explosive breakup, Mattheo Riddle suddenly texts Y/N that he found her old hoodie. She swears she's over him. Her friends don't believe her. She claims she's only going to get her hoodie back. Unfortunately, Mattheo was her first love, first heartbreak, and favorite mistake—and seeing him again might be the worst idea she's had in months. Or maybe the most irresistible one.