Jack Abbot is not an overly-neighborly person. He has secret nicknames in his head for most of the people on his floor and actively avoids any and all types of neighborhood politics. However, he can't deny his growing fondness for the single mom and toddler in apartment seventeen. (Nor his burning hatred for your baby daddy).

Camryn Wells wasn't trying to rebuild her life so much as outrun the version of it that nearly destroyed her. After a year and a half off the grid, nursing wounds no one could see and some that still ached like hell, she's back in Pittsburgh. Sort of. She's here for Gwen, the woman who adopted her, who's now fading into early-onset dementia. She's on night shift, working trauma at PTMC, trying to remember the nurse she used to be-and to convince her small army of overprotective siblings that she's fine now. That she's not the broken girl they saw in that hospital bed in Boston. Camryn is sunshine incarnate: bright-eyed, too kind, stubbornly hopeful, and despite everything, still believes in second chances. What she didn't plan on? Her new next-door neighbor just happens to be the gruff, quiet, unflinchingly calm ED attending who runs her shift with surgical precision... and dry quips that cut sharper than a scalpel. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't do distractions. Not from interns. Not from administration. And definitely not from the impossibly cheerful nurse who crash-landed into his backyard and, somehow, into his life. Guarded, fiercely competent, and more at ease in chaos than comfort, Jack prefers solitude-until Camryn. With her pastel mugs, man-hating cat, and maddening habit of calling him out with a smile, she worms her way into every corner of his neatly boxed-off world. She's not what he expected. And he's exactly what she wasn't ready for. But on the night shift, where everything broken comes through the door eventually, maybe they'll both learn healing doesn't always look like what you thought.

Yeah, they've been dating for half a decade, and yeah, they both know the risks. But there is no goddamn way this is happening. Not to Noah, not to Nick. There's no way Noah's pregnant, it's impossible. It can't be possible, right?

A small town tattoo artist now loose in LA, Constance is pulled into the world of Noah Sebastian. They both know hard work and dedication, but can they succeed in this relationship? Please note this is just a silly little story being used as a creative outlet. This is entirely fiction, timelines don't exist in this story so just be aware, it is just a mix and match of story and lore.

"Wouldn't it be nice? To play the game without a crooked die. In a world where you don't have to hide" Part 2 of One Look Was All It Took.

It's Sarah's first Hard Rock concert and she gets to see Bad Omens and there he was...

Sweet Noah sebastian imagines/one-shots.

"Promise me, that no matter where we are or what we're doing, you'll tell me when things get bad again. I will always come to you. Running, flying, it doesn't matter. You can't leave me when there's still so much more to life we haven't lived yet." Jessica Moreno, sarcastic asshole and best friends with Noah Sebastian, is tired; so damn tired...but she's promised that whenever things get bad, she'll reach out. Even if she feels like she shouldn't, he's her lifeline and she's his. "I fucked up and I'm so goddamn sorry. So fucking sorry."