In Dillon, Texas, football isn't just a sport-it's a way of life. For Josephine "Josie" Garrity, though, football feels like just another way she's invisible. While her older sister Lyla shines as a cheerleader and her father, Buddy Garrity, basks in the glory of the Panthers, Josie quietly keeps to herself, finding solace behind the lens of her camera. When the Panthers' season begins, Josie reluctantly agrees to photograph the games for the school yearbook, hoping to find common ground with her football-obsessed father. Her assignment brings her closer to Matt Saracen, the team's humble and often-overlooked backup quarterback, who is suddenly thrust into the spotlight after star QB Jason Street's injury. Matt is kind and thoughtful but also carrying the weight of Dillon's expectations-and Julie Taylor, Coach's daughter, has already caught his eye. As Matt and Julie begin a tentative romance, Josie and Matt form a quiet friendship through late-night talks about pressure, identity, and finding their place in a world that often feels too big. Josie keeps her feelings for Matt to herself, watching from the sidelines as his relationship with Julie flourishes-and falters under the weight of growing pains. Love, friendship, and self-discovery unfold on and off the field, proving that sometimes the best stories are the ones told in the quietest moments.

No reason is needed for loving. Steve Harrington / oc © aquamcnti 2022

Eleanor Whitmore came to Small Heath to escape the war-the memories, the screams, the blood she couldn't wash from her hands. She wanted quiet. She wanted to disappear. But then she caught the attention of the Shelby brothers. Thomas Shelby-calculated, cold, untouchable-found himself softening in ways he never thought possible. And John Shelby-the charming, reckless one-couldn't understand why the girl felt so familiar, or why he couldn't stay away. Two brothers. One woman. And as their lives began to unravel, Eleanor realized too late the chaos her presence had brought. She never meant to come between them. So she ran. But leaving the Shelbys was never going to be simple-not when she was the first and only thing that ever made Thomas feel... and John break.

Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ꜱᴡᴀɴ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ⋆*°•✦✧⊹⋆ • ⋆⊹✧✦•°*⋆ ᴘ. ʟᴀʜᴏᴛᴇ x ᴏᴄ x ᴇᴍ. ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ

Evie Swan had spent her whole life in Forks. She spent all of her childhood in The Rez. Her life. Her love. Her memories. Then Her sister moves back. Freaking Bella. Embry call x Fem!OC twilight- bd #1 in EmbryCall 11/25

━ ❝ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ 𓂃 ˖ ﾟ ❝ ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ❞ ╰━━ 𝚰𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝚰𝐂𝐇, ᴘᴀᴜʟ ʟᴀʜᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴍᴘʀɪɴᴛs ᴏɴ ʙᴇʟʟᴀ sᴡᴀɴs ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ. [ᴘᴀᴜʟ ʟᴀʜᴏᴛᴇ 𝗫 ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ ] ━ [ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴏɴ & ᴏɴᴡᴀʀᴅs] ✦˚₊ ‧ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing ╰┈➤ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴘʜᴇɴɪᴇ ᴍᴇʏᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏғ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀsʜɪᴘ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs, ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ - ᴛʜɪs ɪs sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ғᴜɴ. :) ɪ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢs ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇs. ɪᴛ ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇs. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪsᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ. ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺, 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 " Wed her to me. " " What? " " When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Daenera. I want to love her the way she loves me - the way we've always loved one another. I want her to be mine, Viserys. " 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒. 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 - 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞. | HOTD | season 1 - season 2 | ( Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen fem!oc ) ( House Of The Dragon )

❝𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.❞ History will speak of how much ruin the Targaryen civil war brought to Westeros just as much as they will speak of the sun and moon that aimed to put an end to it. - Aemond Targaryen x OC - House of the Dragon, Canon Divergent | This fanfiction is intended for personal use only. Please do not copy, distribute, or translate this work without the author's explicit permission. | Rankings: - #1 on "gameofthrones" (12/17/22) - Formerly - #1 on "canondivergence" (01/14/23) - Formerly - #1 on "gameofthrones" (01/16/23) - Formerly - #1 on "houseofthedragon" (01/27/23)

Princess Maella Targaryen, eldest daughter of Crown Prince Baelor, arrives at a grand tourney beside her father with the practiced poise of a woman raised beneath banners and expectation. Yet the lists awaken more than courtly duties. Among the crowd she encounters Lyonel Baratheon, the man she loved winters ago, whose laughter and stubborn warmth stir feelings she had carefully buried beneath silk and silence. Their reunion is tender and dangerous-haunted by time, pride, and the knowledge that love once lost is never simple when found again. As Maella navigates the bright chaos of the tourney, she finds herself pulled in another direction by her cousin Aerion, whose sharp devotion and possessive affection promise protection and peril in equal measure. Aerion's interest flatters the court and threatens to confine her, offering certainty at the cost of breath. Between Lyonel's familiar fire and Aerion's consuming regard, Maella stands at the center of a quiet storm, torn between the past that shaped her and the future being chosen for her. It is then that she meets Ser Dunk, a hedge knight of plain speech and unassuming honor, whose presence cuts through the glitter and intrigue like clean air. Dunk does not court her favor nor fear her name; he speaks to her as a person rather than a prize. Through him, Maella glimpses a wider world-one not ruled solely by bloodlines and bargains, but by kindness, courage, and choice. The tourney becomes a turning point, not for crowns or victories, but for Maella herself, as she begins to understand that love, like loyalty, may take many forms-and that the truest freedom lies in seeing the world as it is, and deciding who she wishes to be within it.