show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy. [dean winchester x emery wilson] [supernatural; season one-three] [completed] [cover by veingeances] [highest rating; #23 in fanfiction. #1 in supernatural.] [voted best oc and best pairing spn awards 2016] [voted best dean winchester fic tv and movie awards 2017] [voted best oc and best dean winchester fic supernatural community awards 2018]

**Set in Season 8** "You a cop?" "You probably wish I was." ________________________ He knew it was a bad idea to let her in, but he did it anyway. She knew it was a bad idea to stick around, yet she stayed. Both of them are a lot of things: damaged, survivors, flawed, warriors, guardians, selfless. But the worst one? Reckless.

On your seventh birthday, a set of numbers appear on your right wrist. These numbers represent the minutes until you meet your soulmate. James "Bucky" Barnes often gets ridiculed because his numbers are so high. All around him, people are meeting their soulmates, while he still has several years until he meets his. Meanwhile, Lexi Thomas' numbers are within a perfectly normal range. However, the timing couldn't be worse for these two people to meet their soulmates. Despite the wrong timing, they both know deep down, that once they do meet their soulmates, everything will be okay. - NOTE: I don't own anything Marvel. However, I do own my character Lexi Thomas and the plot line of this book.

She isn't crazy. It's just that no one believed her. So she ran away, and on that journey happened to steal a very special, black 67' Chevy Impala. And that, is where it all began. ~Sequel now up!~ ALSO HELLO THIS ISN'T A ROMANCE OKAY PLS NO SHIPPING I'M SORRY FOR DISAPPOINTING I GUESS

❝I will never forget the way you made me feel like I was everything, and I will never forget the way you made me feel like I was nothing.❞ A cliché tale in which two best friends are head over heels in love with each other, but both are too afraid to admit it. [mostly social media] [book one] [Highest ranking: #4 in fanfiction as of 7/1/16]

it all started when he met the girl with the ukulele.

I had nothing. I took care of me, myself, and I. My parents were never at the run down place I called home, because it was a little more than boards held together by nails. My small town job, paying minimum wage of course, held me together. I wasn't sure when I would escape my hell, but it came; and I left. To London. *Note to Readers: The timeline of events in this story does not follow the sequential video timeline of either AmazingPhil or Danisnotonfire. The events are scrambled and chosen to fit in the plot line.