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 b...
**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...
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. Me...
Tamsin was a newcomer. An upstart. Recording every moment of life to fall in love with the world documented second, by second. A competition to co-create memories leaves her falling in the moment, with nothing to catch her. _____________________________________________ completed nov. 30 2016 ; rewrite began nov. 23...
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 f...
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...
