Alexa Malone hates being associated with her three older brothers. Of course she loves them and everything, but being the only girl in a family of man-whores who treat all girls (except her) like objects isn't easy. Her life's one big jumble of dichotomy. With the help of her gay best friend and a (supposedly) reformed bad boy, maybe she can make it through.

Ever think something sounded like a fantastic idea when you first thought of it, but when the events played out, you realized it was horrible? This is one of those times.

Sylvia knows that she loves Parker and doesn't care that his best friend Smith thinks she's insane. Really. She doesn't care. She doesn't care AT ALL.

ADoR's Star-Cross'd 2012. Jules was supposed to hate Dante, but she couldn't. Never did. From the innocence of childhood friendship, to love, through death she believes in him more than she believes in anything. He took her wishes and she'll wait for them until he gives them back.

"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. We don't want to do anything perverted with your underpants, on the contrary, they'd be revered." Some Saturday nights are more interesting than others... One Shot.

'Dear Pip, Firstly, don't freak out. I know you've just tipped four dolls' heads out onto your bed and they're probably giving you the major creeps. Bear with me, there's a point to this.' One shot, ADoR prompt.

“It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you just don’t get the happy ending,” she said. He looked at her, then with a small smile, he said,“You always get the happy ending. It always comes eventually. You just have to have faith.”

The idea was to catch Pierce's attention. I was nearly naked beneath my coat and ready to flash him. Oh, God, was I crazy? /Two-Part Fic! Complete/

ONE SHOT. “Jealous?” He knew the damn answer to that. She grabbed him into place so that no space existed between them. He knew he wished it were like this forever. “You wish.” Cute how they try to run when all they need is each other.

“I’ll sell my body, I don’t know.” He ate another cookie. “THIS IS SO GOOD. I want to have epic sex with your baking skills.” An instructional guide on how to snare males in the trap of awesome cooking.

ONE SHOT. “Aw, c’mon, Kee, you angry?” He smiled cheekily. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Three Kit Kat bars?” Damn. He took out the big guns. “Fine.” I snatched the bars before he could make me beg. “But only because I’m low on supplies.”

ONE SHOT. Remy's boyfriend Matt is perfect in every way except one: he has an infuriating best friend named Jack who just loves to bother her. "Do you think I find joy in the fact that all I can ever think about is you, no matter how hard I try not to?"

The first thing I noticed about her was that she looked like a tragic heroine of a black and white movie. She was so stunning that it astounded me that I was the only one who even gave her a look. -One Shot-

“Let me guess,” Sam said into the intercom after a while, “You’re the singing leprechaun I hear people talking about.”“Close enough,” He answered,“Only I’m six-foot tall, I don’t have pots of gold, and despite popular belief, I can actually sing."one-shot

ONE SHOT So you find a phone, and you take it, because… it’s a free phone, why wouldn’t you? And it’s pretty sweet until the angry owner starts calling you every chance he gets.

Gavin hates her. Period. She's stupid and should leave him alone, because he wants nothing to do with her. Unless she's in trouble. Then he might be persuaded to step in. If he feels like it. But it's not because he likes her or anything. Nope.

[ONE SHOT] She kept avoiding him. He always found his way back to her. But it only went so far…

She stuck her hand in the back pocket of his jeans. "Does this make you uncomfortable?" He smiled and slid his own hand into the back pocket of the shorts she was wearing. "You'll have to try harder than that." It's funny what games become. -Oneshot-

[ONE SHOT] “I'm already in love with someone,” I said. “And who is this supposed moron,” he muttered darkly. I turned and looked at him. Oh God, here goes the last shred of dignity I own. I took a deep breath. “You.”