We've got that love, the crazy kind

Just some harmless summer fun, that's all.

in which a work place relationship becomes a ungodly obsession // first conceived as an idea 3.26.16 ,, completed 5.23.16

The stupid girl who'd fallen in love with an older man was no more. She had left him, and that life, behind. So why had the Professor recruited her for the heist, knowing of the past she'd shared with both Berlin and Palermo? In the end, it doesn't matter, after all, it's just about the money this time, right? Rule number one, no personal relationships and all that. I could only wonder where Sergio had found this colourful band of misfits, and why hadn't Martin, and others been included in this? I dared not voice my questions, and though I was disappointed, I was relieved all the same, even just having Andrés here was proving to be too much for me.

"From riddles on napkins to kisses on the cheek, my-my Edward how far you've come." Alice Morelle wasn't the brightest flower in the bunch, that being the sole reason she had decided against returning to the University that was supposed to give her a job at the GCPD, she got close, though, working at the cafè next door. Although one particular customer with an odd habit that leads to a daily competition could be just the thing she needs to get back on track to becoming the scientist her parents had brought her up to be. All DC characters and concepts are out of my ownership but Alice and Kat are very much my own along with this story's plotline. Please enjoy and don't forget to comment along the way.

Split (2016) Fanfiction, Soulmate AU when soulmates have the first words of their soulmate somewhere on their body. Takes place before the film, but later leads into the events. Iris Mayfair had always had a rough life because of her soulmarks; she knew others who had two or three marks struggled with hatred and abuse in their lives, majority of people believing that they were freaks to have so many soulmates. Abused and beaten as more and more marks appeared on her body over the years, Iris is well into her twenties by the time all twenty-three marks were fully legible on her skin, and a murky, unfinished twenty-fourth comes into fruition.