One glitchy tablet, one HR email, and suddenly you're married to your attending, Jack Abbot. HR thinks it was intentional and has already started merging your records. Claim it was a mistake, and your residency could be delayed. With only three months left until you're an attending, Jack agrees to play along. Pretending to be married might save your career-but can your heart survive the side effects?

Luck of the draw Only draws the unlucky. Jack Abbot x Original Character The Pitt

When Dakota Jean moves back to her hometown in Pittsburgh, she soon finds herself in the chaos of The Pitt. OC X MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH Book One

─ marvel au ─ bucky barnes x ex-widow!reader You and Bucky Barnes go undercover as a married couple, but when a fake kiss gets too real, he unexpectedly finishes in his pants-leaving you both stunned. ── "Barnes." You hissed his name through gritted teeth, pressing closer to the door. Nothing. Not a shuffle. Not a breath. Absolute fucking silence. You exhaled sharply, trying to keep your expression neutral as a pair of guests passed by, casting you a curious glance. Yeah, you knew exactly how this looked-lipstick smudged, breath uneven, standing outside a locked men's bathroom like a woman scorned. You must've looked thoroughly debauched. Your pulse hammered in your throat. This was insane. A simple, fake kiss had made him short-circuit so hard that he fucking came in his pants? Twenty minutes ago, he looked repulsed by the mere idea of touching you, and now he was hiding away like some panicked virgin? You let out a long, slow groan, dropping your forehead against the door. "Barnes," you muttered, knocking again-your patience wearing thinner by the second. "Open the damn door."

It is said that House Targaryen was closer to gods than to men but that was when dragons still ruled the skies. In an age where only their bones remain, Princess Daenera Targaryen has learned a different truth: power no longer lies in fire. It lies in perception. Daughter of Prince Maekar and twin sister to the volatile Aerion Brightflame, Daenera has grown up in the shadow of louder ambitions. While her brother burns to prove himself extraordinary, she understands something far more dangerous: The realm does not need spectacle. It needs stability. And stability can be shaped. As whispers of marriage circle her like vultures, Daenera finds herself no longer merely a princess, but a prize. A daughter to be traded. A sister to be guarded. A piece on a board carved long before she was born. Yet Daenera has no intention of being moved.

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐠 | ❝ 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉. ❞ 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍. { ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ 1-TBD } { ᴏᴄ x ᴄʟᴀʀᴋ ᴋᴇɴᴛ }

all angels are doomed to fall. ⇥ grey's anatomy ⇥ seasons one ━ nine ⇥ mark sloan x fem!oc ⇥ best friends to lovers ⓒ fxllmoons, 2024 cover by foxgIoves

god loves you, but not enough to save you. ⇥ criminal minds ⇥ set sometime in season seven ⇥ spencer reid x fem!oc ⇥ right person, wrong time ⓒ fxllmoons, 2024 cover by foxgIoves