Really, seriously, this was his grade A material and in all of her seventeen years, nothing’s prepared her for this caliber of flirting. Mostly because, you know, the idea of the school’s most popular boy flirting with her was hilariously and disturbingly absurd. And yet, it was still happening.
The day started off simply enough, with the plan to hang out with his best guy bro and eat some giant turkey legs at the Renaissance Faire. Then things sorta got out of hand. Like, ‘suddenly being put in an actual suit of armor and having to win an entire tournament on behalf of his song writing partner’s honor’ out of hand.
Now that she’s graduated, Ally expects smooth sailing. Unfortunately, a certain blonde that goes by the name of Austin ropes her in for a crazy plan not even five minutes after she’s closed her locker. She expects it to be awful, but as it turns out, this is the first of many times she’ll be wrong about Austin Moon.
Transform a girl to be the most popular person at Marino High School so she can win prom Queen was the bet. Austin Moon, the most popular guy at school does exactly that to Ally, the school’s geek but along the way he starts to fall for her in the process.
The holidays are just around the corner. Ally Dawson was prepared to spend it alone this year, as sad as that sounds. She was not, however, prepared for her new, attractive blond neighbor suddenly taking an interest in her life.
When Ally’s first date with Dallas doesn’t go as she expected, Austin tries to help her figure out what went wrong. However, his way of helping isn’t what she expected either. Meanwhile, what happens when Dez accidentally handcuffs himself to Trish?
Austin thinks he’s a cat. Trish thinks it’s hilarious. Dez thinks this would be a good time for ham. Dallas thinks he should ask Ally out, but cat-Austin is a little territorial. And Ally thought it couldn’t get any worse.
Make a girl fall in love with you in seven days or less. That was the game and he was the best, so when he was given a new victim, why would he have any reason to say no. He thought it was no big deal and it would be easy money, but if only he knew what he was getting himself into when Ally Dawson became his next target.
Austin gets his big break a little later in life, and gets swept up in the fame. Now, he’s facing the very real possibility of Ally walking away: from their partnership, from their friendship, from the possibility of something more.
A tiny shred of dignity crouched somewhere between the tissue of Ally’s brain was shouting in a cartoonish, squeaky voice about how she shouldn’t say what she was about to say. But, chickening out just wasn’t time efficient with a looming eight hour deadline.
THIS STORY IS A PRETTY COMMON HALLOWEEN THEME, BUT HERE IS MY TAKE ON FOX AND ERIC, ENJOY…. I DID
“This is going to be great!” Ally enthused, sitting back. “Okay, blink.”
I blinked, feeling the fake eyelashes settle awkwardly on my lids. “They feel weird.”
“They’re supposed to,” Ally reached for her lip gloss then turned back to me. “Don’t touch them!”
I dropped my hand like a guilty child, sufficiently chagrined and curled my fingers against my thighs. I jumped slightly when I felt bare skin and looked down. I always wore jeans, training pants, sweats or the occasional capris; I never wore skirts and certainly not skirts this short. Seeing me finger my hemline Ally snorted and rolled her eyes.
For your viewing pleasure.
Dark Huntress, Elsenova.
With a voice like silk and an array of harmonic tunes, her melodies can help, hinder, heal, and hurt those within earshot of her voice.
Armed with only her voice and speakers, Elsenova is a noncombatant on the battlefield. Choosing to stay behind frontlines, and assist her allies with smooth tunes, or hinder her enemies with harsh tones.
Also, she’s not just thicc, she’s bricc.
(Get it? Lego? Lego brick? I’m sorry, that was terrible.)
TITLE: One Drink CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One-shot AUTHOR: peacelovejoysami WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom GENRE: Romance/Fluff FIC SUMMARY: This blind date wasn’t what she was expected…..it was better. :) RATING: K+ AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Just a little fluff piece that was inspired by this picture:
One drink. That was it. I was meeting my friend for one drink, and then I’d leave. It had been a hard day, and I really didn’t feel like dealing with Tasha. She was overly perky, over ecstatic about life, and occasionally a little slow with the wit, if you know what I mean. On most days, she was great. She helped me remember the simple goodness of life when I felt dark and gloomy, and she taught me to do the same for her when she was feeling down. All in all, it was safe to say she’s one of my best friends. On any other day, I’d be more than happy to have an excuse to get all dressed up, meet her at some exclusive club due to her surprisingly well associated brother, down expensive drinks thanks to men who barely looked past our chests, giggle the whole way home after convincing one of those men to call us a cab (and if they were really nice, a car), then have a sleepover at either of our apartments, and try to sober up while talking about fears, hopes, dreams, etc. similar to what we did when we were younger.