Able Stories

Bernadette "Birdie" Delaney has spent twenty-three years trying to stay out of the blast radius of the Sons of Anarchy. Raised by a father in Stockton State Prison and a mother running Cara Cara, she knows firsthand that the MC is a dead end. Armed with a stack of criminology textbooks and grueling double shifts, she's building a clean way out. But when Jax Teller begs her to be his newborn son's godmother, the glass wall Birdie built between herself and the club shatters. Thrust back into the centre of SAMCRO's chaos, Birdie finds an unexpected anchor in Filip "Chibs" Telford. The quiet, fiercely loyal Scotsman knows exactly what the Reaper costs, and he's determined to help Otto's daughter protect her future. But as club tensions rise and danger bleeds into Birdie's civilian life, the line between protector and lover blurs. Caught between the escape she promised her father and the patched member who makes her feel truly safe, Birdie must decide if loving a Son means sacrificing her wings.

*trigger warning* mentions of homelessness, poverty, mentions of self harm, vomiting, homophobia (I do not support homophobia in any way), and eating disorders (anorexia) this is a tsuchako fanfiction if you do not like the ship please refrain from writing any hateful comments. (I will be taking kind suggestions on how to make my storys better) this is based on the canon that Ochacko has an eating disorder as a result of her parents not having enough money for food, but the cause will be different in this story though. I am also aware Tsu has different siblings with different names I am sorry I remembered after the first chapter was posted.

Clementine and AJ, two survivors who have been on the road for over a year, get in a car crash after trying to scavenge food from an old train station, only to be saved by a group of teenagers and children from Ericsons School For Troubled Youths, where Clementine and AJ get brought to and nursed back to health by the kids, but what happens when things take a turn for the worst?

A poem for my Aunt Susie who has helped me grow in many different ways as my home school teacher. For my Mentors moving on to their dreams. For my Friends and Family that I may never see again.

I look at people's hands to be able to read the story of them

Ungkapan hati dari seseorang yang sedang jujur dengan seseorang.