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House of the Rising Sun  ✺  Steve Harrington на mothercained
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I knew it was love when I rode home crying, thinking of you fucking other girls. Steve Harrington / Oc
oh my my my (jacob black) на -punisher
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SPARKS There could have never been another. standalone the (entire) twilight saga jacob black x fem!oc
FLESH WITHOUT BLOOD.  на monicdemias
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Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive. ©monicdemias, 2024 / horror-thriller [PART ONE OF FLESH WITHOUT BLOOD SERIES]
𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, the hunger games на wistfulthoughts
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Fear has been her companion for as long as she can remember. ━ ( pre hunger games - mockingjay ) ( oc x oc )
Black Out Days  ❀  Hilarius Heavensbee  на andr-meda
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BLACK OUT DAYS ↳ ❀ A shorter Hilarius Heavensbee fabrication
DOOMSDAY на blvckqwz
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it is hungry and it waits for you. thg.
mad woman ⇢wyatt callow на laswellswife
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❝ and there's nothing like a mad woman ❞ IN WHICH wyatt callow doesn't mind a bit of madness when it comes to salem or IN WHICH wyatt's heart belongs to a poor mad girl back at home [ sunrise on the reaping au ] [ fem!oc x wyatt callow ]
To Be Named in Color || Wyatt Callow на slvttyangel
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Sunrise on the Reaping, Wyatt Callow x OC! In a corner of Panem where the lilacs grow wild and luck runs thin, two strangers are thrown into the arena by nothing but misfortune. One dances like the wind, the other deals in odds-but neither is ready for the weight of what the Games will take. What begins in silence ends in smoke, and somewhere in between, something almost like love tries to bloom.