"Oh-oh, here she comes Watch out, boy, she'll chew you up" stranger things season 1-5 (ongoing) - season 1: done - season 2: done - season 3: done - season 4: ongoing (daily double updates) steve harrington x oc started: january 5th 2026, daily double updates

War teaches a person to survive. Family teaches a person to stay alive. But love - love demands a fight you never expected to wage. Priscilla "Cilla" Reacher didn't plan on stopping in Charming. She rarely planned anything once she left the Army MPs - not when routine meant returning to the nightmares she'd worked years to drown. Like her brother, Jack, she preferred to keep moving, keep breathing, and never let anyone get close enough to become a weakness. Charming was supposed to be a short pause - a town with cheap rent, quiet streets, and enough distance from her past to let her sleep through the night. But Charming... has a way of pulling people in. Filip "Chibs" Telford didn't expect her either. The Sons' hardened Sergeant-at-Arms had long ago learned that attachments were liabilities - and love, a luxury people like him rarely survived. Yet Cilla walks into his world like she belongs in it - sharp-eyed, scarred, and stubborn as hell. He sees the soldier still inside her. She sees the man beneath the leather. Their connection is instant, magnetic - and dangerous. SAMCRO thrives on loyalty and blood, on lines drawn in violence and blurred by brotherhood. Cilla isn't built to follow rules she didn't make... and Chibs isn't the kind of man who lets go once he cares. Every step closer ties her deeper to a world she swore she'd never join. And when threats rise - old enemies from the club and ghosts from Cilla's past - she realizes the worst battle she'll ever face isn't on a battlefield, but in her own heart. Because love, real love, means staying. And Reachers don't stay. Not until they find something - someone - worth staying for.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Jules Grace, 19 ''Smiling does help...'' ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Alexander Marino, 26 ''Shut up'' ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Nico de Luca , 28 "Burn it all" ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Cassian vitale , 27 "A knife? Are you flirting with me?" UPDATES EVERY TWO-FOUR DAYS #1 hostage 10-9-2025 #1 rebellion 03-01-2026

In which Marguerite Hargrove finds comfort in her next-door neighbor, Eddie Munson. Cross Posted on Tumblr darknight3904 Completed on July 26, 2022 An Eddie Munson x OC story

matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright, but i know that you feel like a piece of you's dead insidе. ( eddie munson x fem!oc ) ( pre st4 - st4 ) ( lowercase intended. ) ( status - complete. ) rated mature because of triggering topics! please read the authors note in the first part before reading!!

After abruptly calling off her arranged engagement to a wealthy but cruel London banker, Clara Whitlow is sent away in disgrace by her parents. To avoid scandal, they send her north to Birmingham to live with her aunt and uncle, who promise to "keep her in line." Clara expects a dull exile-grey streets, strict manners, isolation. Instead, she meets Ada Shelby, a young fiercely loyal woman with a rebellious soul. Clara and Ada become unexpected best friends, despite coming from completely different worlds. Soon Clara meets Thomas Shelby. Ada's older brother and falls for him almost instantly. "Stay away from the Shelbys. Especially Thomas Shelby." But warnings come too late.

Aurelia Balfour is miserable. Trapped in a loveless marriage, and with pretentious aristocratic women her only other company, Aurelia's tried everything from drinking to hysteria treatments to make her happy. One day, her fake friends begin to whisper about the nouveau-riche gang member who moved in next door, along with his cold wife. Aurelia recognises Thomas Shelby at once. She would have married him if not for the war, after all. GRACE HATE. I am a grace hater. If she has one hater, it's me. If she has no haters, I'm dead.

What happens when The Joker kidnaps Jim Gordon's daughter as part of his new evil plan? (sadly there is no Harley Quinn in this one! It contains a lot of mature subject matter) Dead Dove: do not eat

@rrosemayaa made my cover! Rosie Samuel got her heart broken 10 years ago when her boyfriend of 5 years suddenly left her to go join a motorcycle club. Happy Lowman left his old lady 10 years ago when he was patched into sons. He didn't want to bring her into danger so he thought it was best he left her back in New York . What he didn't realise was, he wasn't just leaving her. He was leaving his daughter aswell. What happens when Rosie and Harley move to charming for a better job opportunity? What happens when Happy see's his past and it brings back all old memories. I don't own anything to do with Sons, I am just using the characters! I own my own characters. NO COPYRIGHT!!

The rumble of motorcycles was the soundtrack to my childhood. The smell of oil, leather, and cigarette smoke clung to my clothes like a second skin. I was born into the life-Brighton Carter, daughter of Samcro's own Benny "Red" Carter. My dad was one of them, a lifer, a soldier in the club. He lived and breathed for the Sons of Anarchy. And he died for them too. A drive-by shooting took him when I was just thirteen. I remember the blood, the chaos, the way Jax held me as I screamed, my tiny fists pounding against his cut, demanding answers no one could give. My dad was gone. But Jax? He never left my side. Jax Teller and Opie Winston were my best friends, my safe place in a world that had already been so cruel. Jax, with his cocky smirk and messy blond hair, had always been the one to pull me out of the darkness, even when he was the cause of it. At sixteen, that darkness turned to something else-a craving I couldn't deny. We were drunk, reckless, and stupid. But damn, was it sweet. Jax had been my first everything that night, whispering promises in my ear between lazy kisses, his touch setting my body on fire. But promises meant nothing in Charming. I learned that the hard way. When I found out I was pregnant, I ran. I packed a bag, left a note, and vanished. I couldn't stay. Not when I knew what this life would do to my kid. Now, at twenty-three, I was back. I wasn't that naïve girl anymore.