17 year old Davina Dixon learned quickly-grief gets you killed. In a world overrun by the dead, and the living who act worse, survival means staying quiet, staying sharp, and never getting attached. But some ghosts don't stay buried. And some names refuse to be forgotten. OC x OC Beth x OC

"𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞." Athena Hart thrived under pressure. She lived for the thrill of procrastinating until the day an assignment was due, it was a drug to her. Meaning, it didn't surprise her parents or her uncle, Christopher Hart- the legendary surgeon- when she chose to pursue emergency medicine. The ER was the most chaotic, pressure-driven environment in the medical field. But it did surprise them when she told them she was moving to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. After living in different places during her childhood and teen years, her parents finally landed in Chicago. She finished her medical school, with a minor in psychology, getting off debt free thanks to Chris, she started working in the heart of downtown. She started her residency, getting three years out of her hospital before she decided to leave. When she showed up to PTMC, she was finally a senior resident and the staff loved and respected her. But an arrogant, dark-haired doctor just loved getting under her skin. He'd cherry-pick his cases just so he could annoy her. And she hated it. Hated him. Hated his stupid, charming grin. Hated the ocean blue eyes that scrutinized her. Hated the (sadly) sharp jawline that flexed when she did something better than him. Everyone tried to ignore their bickering, but tensions rose to a new level when a new intern and medical students arrived. One with a very keen eye for inconsistencies. What happens when that one intern brings everything to light? Or in which The shift from hell shows the lies that they kept beneath the surface. the pitt s1-2 frank langdonxFEM!OC (all right for the pitt go to the directors and writers.) slow updates

At Station 118, Aurora Russo and Evan Buckley have been inseparable for years - partners in chaos, confidants in quiet moments, and the kind of best friends who speak fluent sarcasm and shared glances. From the outside, it's all jokes and banter. But inside, something deeper has been growing. Aurora, who once only has her father Francesco Russo to call family, never imagined she'd find a second home in a firehouse. But with Bobby, Hen, Chimney, Eddie - and Buck - she finally understands what it means to belong. To be seen. To be understood. And Love? That's not a word she trusts. Not after watching her mother walk out at sixteen. Not after years of building walls to protect herself and her dad. But Buck? He's relentless in the softest way. He shows up. He listens. He stays. And no matter how hard Aurora tries to convince herself it's nothing, her heart keeps proving her wrong. He's not just trying to win her over. He's trying to show her that maybe - just maybe - love isn't a fairytale. It's real. And it's standing right in front of her.

The Roseblood Clan. Three thousand years worth of magic cursing through their people's blood. Long before the Bennetts, before the Travellers, The Other Side and the Ancestors, there had been the Roseblood clan. Witches forged from the dying breath of a dragon in the centre of Scotland. The blood of the dragon was the legacy of their people. Yet, stories and history could be twisted by the victors of the many battles that had plagued the clan. A war between kin had destroyed the legacy of the Roseblood Clan. After a thousand years, their rule of magic had come to a halt. For over two thousand years, a story had been spun. The story of the evil siphoner. The abomination that had ruined their line. Yet, the truth loomed, threatening to reveal the true reason as to why siphoners existed. What their true purpose was. Were they abominations, the bastards of the magical world or were they meant to take power from those undeserving to ensure it was not misused? Only the victor of the battle gets to tell the tale. Athena Flora Roseblood was far from a victor. Being a firstborn Roseblood had cursed her like many others before her. Firstborn women in their line were not meant to meet their first breath of air, they were destined to die, to be sacrificed within the womb to help empower their coven, yet for the first time in two thousand years, a firstborn woman had come screaming into the world. Athena was never been meant to be born. Her blood haunted her from the second she took her first breath, her house divided thanks to thousands of years of lies. Lies that may never come to the light of day. Fear was a powerful totem and after two thousand years of lies, it left Athena trapped within the cage created for her. The abomination, the bastard of nature, the Roseblood Siphoner. Nothing to the world but a mistake and a monster.

The night shift at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center never slows down. Gunshot wounds, cardiac arrests, impossible choices and impossible losses arrive through the emergency department doors hour after hour, demanding everything from the people who work there. Among them is twenty-five-year-old nurse practitioner Lilly Christian. Calm where others panic. Gentle where others grow hardened. Brilliant enough to earn the quiet respect of every physician around her, Lilly appears to be exactly what every emergency department hopes for. What no one knows is that before Pittsburgh, she served as an Army nurse in Iraq. While her colleagues see only a compassionate young clinician, Lilly carries years of battlefield medicine, memories she can never forget, and a past she has no desire to discuss. When violence erupts inside the emergency department, instincts forged long before civilian life return in an instant, forcing those around her to realize there is far more behind her quiet smile than they ever imagined. As relentless shifts blur into one another, friendships deepen, families fracture, and old wounds quietly resurface, Lilly must discover whether a person can truly leave war behind-or whether some parts of it simply learn to wear a different uniform. In a place where every second can mean life or death, healing isn't only for the patients. ---- PN: I've realised in the third chapter that I wrote Abbott instead of Abbot. But I was too lazy to change it afterwards and to stay consistent I'll keep that up. Hate me if you must.

[ 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 ] He's Kook prince from figure eight, she's an outcast Pogue from the cut. Wayne Cameron and Sydney Maybank are opposing forces. But when they get wrapped up in a mystery to find a sunken ship wreck, it seems they may have more in common than they once thought.

An Enemies-to-Lovers Little House on the Prairie Fanfiction On the sprawling, unforgiving Kansas frontier of the 1870s, eighteen-year-old Elizabeth Ingalls, the fiery eldest daughter of Charles and Caroline, is determined to protect her family from the harsh realities of wilderness life. Bound by duty and haunted by fear of the unknown, her world collides with Little Puma, a proud, fierce Osage warrior who views the encroaching white settlers as a threat to his people's ancestral lands. When a shared territory kindles a fierce war of wills, an intense hatred sparks between them, built on sharp words, deep prejudice, and unyielding pride. But as natural disasters, shifting borders, and rising tensions threaten to tear the prairie apart, Elizabeth and Little Puma are forced to rely on one another to survive. In the space between hostility and honor, the flames of conflict give way to a passionate, undeniable bond that neither expected-and neither can escape.

"Thanks." Derek shoots her small smile, finally glances back to Stiles. He smirks slightly when he sees her hiding behind her own menu, lifts a hand and gently pulls it down so he can see her. His smirk widens when she only blinks back at him, stares back at him with those lovely big amber eyes of hers. He almost forgets to breath. Almost forgets what he was going to say. "Lemme guess - two cheeseburgers stuffed with bacon and lots of curly fries?" Her eyes widen, then, quickly narrow, and Stiles' heart simply flutters at the proud little grin he gives her. Somehow, she steels herself enough to answer without sounding like a total idiot. "You forgot about the strawberry milkshake." ### 1. +18s ONLY!!! 2. Female Stiles Stilinski. 3. Zen Derek Hale. 4. Aged Up Characters. 5. Fluff, smut, werewolf mates, werewolf knotting, superpowered sex. [[THIS STORY IS IN PROGRESS...]]

Violet Reed doesn't have the luxury of making mistakes. At Briar University on scholarships and two part-time jobs, every grade, every shift, and every decision matters. Failure isn't an option. Neither is Dean Di Laurentis. Rich. Connected. Entitled. Everything Violet has spent her life learning to avoid. After catching her boyfriend cheating on her, Violet swears off relationships altogether. Now living with Allie Hayes and trying to put her broken heart back together, she's focused on one thing: Herself. Then Dean decides he wants her. Unfortunately for him, Violet isn't impressed by his charm, his money, or his reputation. For the first time in his life, Dean hears a word no girl has ever dared tell him. No. Most guys would've walked away. But the more Violet pushes him away, the more determined Dean becomes to prove he's not the guy she thinks he is. And the more Dean gets to know Violet, the more he realizes she's worth fighting for. But trust isn't rebuilt overnight. Especially when the last people Violet trusted destroyed her. ────୨ৎ──── ✮ Dean Di Laurentis x Female OC ✮ Dual POV ✮ Based on the Off Campus TV series ────୨ৎ──── Highest rankings: #1 in DEANDILAURENTIS #1 in PRIME #1 in HOCKEYROMANCE #1 in GARRETTGRAHAM #1 in OFFCAMPUS

˚ *ೃ✧˚. ❃ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, the girl who wants nothing to do with John Logan becomes the only person he can't seem to stay away from. off campus season 1 john logan x fem!oc cover/graphics by @beepbeeprichies © deelqi 2026