For Gemma, the hardest part about traveling across southern Africa looking for an infamous criminal wasn't the constant danger, the long days, or even working undercover. It was pretending not to have feelings for her partner, who was not only endearingly complicated and frustrating, but also her new pretend husband. [SEQUEL TO VERTIGO] [COMPLETE]

He was her rival, on and off the court. He can get any girl he wants, and she doesn't know how to lose. In a battle of basketball and the heart, Taylor Hampton won't let James Stirling win. Dallington High School never saw this coming.

Oh, yes. Nate Rochester was someone you could fall in love with at first sight. I might have, had he not ruined the moment with, "There's a difference between people-watching and stalking, you know." Inspired by Something Corporate's 'Konstantine'. /REMOVED/

Life was complicated enough. Her job required a clearance, several passports, and lying to her boyfriend. When she gets mixed up with the CIA's fifth Most Wanted, she has to go undercover with her partner as his fiancée. It doesn't help that he's overprotective, that they have to sleep in the same bed, or that he manages to get into that little compartment behind her heart. [FIN]

It's like we're more than just friends but still less than lovers, you're oh so tough, but I want to be your first weakness. Here we go again with the mixed signals and second thoughts.

"god, you remind me of coming up for air. sunscreen-slicked and grass stains and the way you say my name." these are portraits of the people in my life, for better or for worse. [SKOW best poetry winner]

Sometimes I cry.

Maybe my eyes were directed at him too intently. But I wasn't stalking. Really. He didn't seem to agree with me.

He lifted his hand, my bra dangling off of his index finger.OPEN ME...one word on each cup. His smirk grew as he said, "I don't mind obeying orders."

killed once again.

It would have been the most perfect, heart-to-goo-inducing couple had I not butted my sorry ass into it. Sorry, folks. one-shot

I hadn't always been like this. The sloppy kisses in the dirty backseats of some boy's car, the drugs, the booze. But after Edwin died, a rabbit hole opened up. So I plugged my nose and jumped in head first.

Surface area, generally, isn't what most base their choice in gum off of, but most people, generally, didn't write love notes on their gum wrappers. One-shot.

She presses the heels of her palms into her eyes when the pleasure becomes too much.

She hates how they're always repeating history.

Within his drawer, a red chocolate wrapping lays hidden.

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

ohohohohoh those silly boys.

Impossible becomes possible. Life becomes death. Gone but not forgotten. "Honey," he chuckles patronizingly, "there's no way out." Who's to say death is a one-way road? Angst-ridden.

He had a theory about her smile.

vague slash. one-shot // Just stoned and missing you.

The sun is the only piece of our solar system that never moves. Are you ready for it to die?

there was a definite thing feeling aura warmth about you. a sort of jazzed scent that wrapped everyone in, made them part of you.

Heartstring whiplash in the breath before summer, I regret forgetting how your fingerprints felt against my skin.

They say that Beauty and the Beast lived happily ever after.

If there were groups for this, I know exactly what I’d say. “My name is Thom Oliver, and I’m addicted. It’s been six months, 3 days, 14 hours since my last one night stand. Please keep Evan Llewellyn away from me. I think I’m going to rape him.” Slash.

Note to self: If you hate flying, don’t sit next to a ridiculous cute boy with a hitched smile, a freckled face, and an obnoxious laugh… especially if it’s a boy you dropped a suitcase on.

That's what I'm doing when I give her a smirk. Flirting. She thinks I'm just being cocky and arrogant. For such a smart girl, she sure is clueless when it comes to romance. Not that you could call what we have a romance. ONESHOT