it was my moms before i was even born

I’m in my mid-twenties, and honestly get so much hate over being childfree that I’ve started telling people I have an adopted daughter when they ask about my kids. I just conveniently leave out the fact that my adopted daughter is, in fact, a 40-pound sheep, one of roughly two dozen that live in my back yard.

It isn’t even a lie, I raised that lamb on a bottle from the day she was born, as far as she’s concerned I’m her mom. And as long as I’m vague enough, the problems of dealing with sheep sound totally believable as human toddler parenting problems. “Oh yeah, my daughter’s two, she always puts everything in her mouth.” “Ugh, my daughter is always climbing on stuff, I swear she’s part mountain goat!”

I live for seeing how long I can keep it up before someone asks to see a picture of my little darling. “Sure!” I say, “Here she is! Isn’t she adorable?” then relish the horrified confusion when they see this tiny little brown sheep like:

It’s the best thing. It’s my favorite thing I’ve ever done, next to raising sheep in the first place.

Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop

Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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Shared Pain || Bucky Barnes x Reader [[soulmate au]]

[prompt: soulmate au where you and your soulmate share each other’s pain]

i’ve found a loophole with my laptop and am able to type my stories in my email drafts ;w; it’s a pain to do it, but….it makes it hella easier for me to write without wearing out my thumbs and making typos.

there’s going to be two versions of this story/prompt with two different characters. the first one (this one) will be a bucky barnes x reader while the second one will be a peter parker x reader.

consider this a late birthday fic for bucky barnes as I try to get used to writing for him ;w;

that being said, lets delve into this first story shall we?

warnings: none

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**


You didn’t think you had a soulmate because you seldom felt any pain that didn’t originate from your own personal mishaps. If you did have a soulmate, then perhaps he was someone who wasn’t clumsy and had a high tolerance for pain.

But you highly doubted the existence of such a perfect being. After all, everyone could feel pain.

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Sharted this out last night cuz Lancelot AUs, so many Lancelot AUs in my head.

warning Voltron S3 spoilers and speculation

We still have no clue when Lotor was born, since before we found out more about him most of the fandom always thought Lotor and Allura would’ve known each other in the past. But it doesn’t seem as though there was any hint at Lotor being born pre-zombie Zarkon and Haggar. Maybe Hagggar isn’t even the mom even though I think that’s the most likely <-<. If post zombie people can reproduce, I really wonder how that affects their kids… AKA Lotor. I don’t personally think there was much anti half-breed sentiment before the war, especially since Zarkon himself married an Altean but I still love Altean Lance meeting young Lotor, so here it is even if it probably doesn’t fit properly in whatever the timeline for Lotor’s birth would be. Maybe he wasn’t even conceived normally. Throws hands up in the air.

I need to see Lotor’s weak points and Lance helping Lotor overcome them TAT. Please give me more non-negative Lancelot relationships. I love the negative fics too though, but the potential for angst yoooo. Imagine Lotor finding out his parents died and having Lance comfort him only for his parents to come back as a zombie and declare war on Lance n his family <-<. Lance/Lotor is life.

Heal Me // Doctor!Shawn (A Soulmate AU) Part 6

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Waking up in the ER with Shawn standing next to you, arms crossed, staring intently at your vitals monitor was not what you hoped to wake up to. You hoped to somehow wake up back at home with Shawn and have this all be over with. But it wasn’t over. Not quite yet. “Shawn?” you ask sleepily, reaching for his shirt.

“Hey,” he grins big, hand going to yours and squeezing. “How’re you feeling? Any pain?”

“I feel better than I did,” you chuckle. “How’d everything go? Do I get to keep my leg?”

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Glitch In The Matrix Stories #24

A Car Started To Pass Me And Disappeared 

Today I had my pickup truck bed loaded to the breaking point with things to take to the landfill (clearing out a hoard)- broken, moldy furniture, broken garage door, and other bulky odd-sized stuff.

I’d packed it well and strapped it all in but I was worried that to the casual drivers around me it’d look unstable as hell. The road I took starts off as a long busy two-lane highway and there’s never a chance to pass anyone until the road becomes 4 lanes with a drivable middle lane that eventually becomes a turning lane as you approach businesses.

As luck would have it, I ended up with a douche-bag in a new BMW trapped behind me on the long stretch. I was doing just above the speed limit and he was up my butt, despite my having broken furniture dangling like two feet from his grille. I couldn’t wait until the road would widen and he’d surely zoom past me and scowl for ‘holding him up’.

Sure enough, we reached the spot where the road widened and I saw him jerk into the left lane as soon as I yielded to the right slow lane. He started to pass me, entered my blind spot and then… I didn’t see him. I thought he was overtaking me slowly so he could see what I was hauling, or I was preparing to be flipped off as well.

The thing is, there was no nowhere to turn left yet, no roads or business at that point- and I watched my side mirror- if he’d turned somewhere (again, nowhere to turn yet) slowed down or even gone into the developing turning strip down the middle, I’d have seen his car fall behind me.

Credits to: Vault32

Remember Seeing A Movie Years Before It Was Released

Being born in the early nineties, I loved watching the ’Land Before Time’ movies. I remember being about 6 or 7, I was sick and in bed. My mom had a friend over and he brought me a movie to watch. It was a Land Before Time movie. So nothing weird about that. 

Well, fast forward about 4 years or so and I’m dropped off at the sitters and everyone is watching the new Land Before Time movie. Sweet! A new one, except this seems familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this before. I know I’ve seen this before. There are always parts of movies you remember very well and for me this was when the long-neck elders fight the two T-Rex. So that part arrives and I start telling everyone what’s going to happen. 

The sitter or her daughter that helped out asked if I’ve watched this already. I said, “yeah a long time ago”. I get told that’s not possible, it just came out the week before or whatever. Yet I specifically remember watching it years earlier. Every now and then I think back on this and it still perplexes me. Maybe my mom’s friend was a time traveler that had a love for kids movies. Maybe it was a glitch- who knows.

Credits to: Chestigo

Seeing Old People Young

For as long as I can remember, I will walk into stores, buildings, parks, fields, and if there is a person there 30 or older I always see them younger.

It usually happens for a few moments, like flashes of young and then I really stare at them and shocked to see wrinkles and liver spots. Like, I was totally checking out that grandma when she looked 20 something and now she’s 80.

Not sure if this is a glitch in the matrix, and before anyone says bad eye sight, I do wear contacts but my prescription is always up to date. And I am always within good seeing distance of the person.

Like, I’m not sure how to properly describe it. I see them exactly how they were when they were younger. Doesn’t happen every single day but it happens enough that I’m used to it. Sometimes I see young people as old but it’s very rare.

Credits to: SpookyB0T

Starting To Question Whether Life Is A Simulation Or Not

I was living in Florida for a while (back in 2014 and 2015) due to work. While I was there, I had been engaging in my own personal philosophical thought process about the nature of our reality. For a couple of days I really was wrapped around this question and it was sort of consuming my thoughts over those days, particularly whether we were living in a simulation or some type of video game. Well nothing new there, right? Scientists and philosphers have been throwing that idea around for a while. 

Well, two experiences occurred that made and make me questions my current reality as it stands and happened in similar time frames. Each seemingly innocent, but when put together seem to connect. All of these events occurred after I started thinking intensely about the possibility of reality being a simulation. 

First: I was working out with a trainer and a group of coworkers when we started doing squats. I started doing squats and the trainer stops and sort of laughs. Then he makes a joke about how I look like a Sims character. That’s innocent enough, right? I’ve seen the game and I got what he was referring to. I laughed. 

But then he says it one more time, but this time he says it in a serious tone “Did you hear that, Tim (which is my name)? I said you look like a Sims character.” The inflections in his voice was odd, it was more like he was hinting at something rather than making a joke and waiting for my reaction. Perhaps it was nothing but it was odd, but everybody else around me didn’t react or even laugh at the reference. It was strange.

Second: So, I enjoy creepypastas and I like listening to them. So, I started listening to this creepypasta and found it pretty good. Now the night before and that night, I had been thinking intensely about reality and all that.

Well, as I scrolled down the comment section I notice this guy’s comment (Pete Detrick) who says “Tim, you’re in a video game.” 

I’m blown away but I’m skeptical, thinking it’s just a coincidence and he was just replying to some other person’s comment. But as I’m scrolling up and down, I notice he isn’t replying to anyone on the comment section. His statement is just out of context and oddly out of nowhere. 

I could imagine the person was perhaps making a comment about the story itself but the main character in the story never mentions his name being Tim or even has a name. (Oddly enough the story is about a person who commits suicide and enters some alternate reality).

Credits to: FloatingTheVoid

Weird Food In The Middle of The Night

Summary: “You gotta start craving for pie.” He muttered. “I don’t know if I can take more weird food in the middle of the night.”
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Counting: 320 words
Warnings: Reader is pregnant. Drabble. Fluff.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Dean tilted his head to the side with the sight of you standing in the middle of the kitchen with a plate in your hand and a tomato in the other.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, confused and sleepy.

You were together for years now and if there was something you would never interrupt without a solid reason.

“Eating.” You said with your mouth full.

Eating wasn’t a solid reason. You never woke up to eat.

“What are you eating?” He questioned, approaching you and seeing your plate.

Potato chips with tomato sauce and actual tomatoes.

“What the fuck is that?” He frowned. “Are you okay?”

You rolled your eyes. You were pregnant with Dean’s baby and this wasn’t new for any of you. Your stomach – even though you were at the end of the second semester – wasn’t showing but that didn’t stop the symptoms from tormenting you.

“Completely fine.” You chewed the fruit. “Just needed to eat this.”

He moved closer to you and pushed your shirt up.

“You’re not showing yet.” He muttered, disappointed.

“My mom only started showing a month before I was born.” You shrugged. “And it was a really small bump.”

He didn’t answer, only running his fingertips over your skin. Ever since you told him you were expecting, he was waiting for the bump but it never came.

“How many of those have you eaten?” He questioned when you gave the tomato another bite.

“This is the second.” You rolled your eyes. “I took a bite of the chips but it didn’t taste right.”

Your boyfriend shook his head and pulled the plate full of chips and tomato sauce from your hands, eating and looking at your stomach for a moment while chewing.

“What?” You questioned.

“You gotta start craving for pie.” He muttered. “I don’t know if I can take more weird food in the middle of the night.”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes.

“Shut up.”

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I’m back writing your prompts, yay! My writer’s block is gone for good finaly so here is another one-shot! I really liked writing this one, having Jughead the one losing his perpetual composed self. I hope you will all enjoy it too!

(P.S. I’m not ignoring your older prompts, I was just craving to write this after last episode and Jughead’s pain, which I’ll never get over. Don’t worry, darlings, I’ll write all your prompts during this hiatus to help all of us deal with all those beautiful Bughead feels! <3) 

The glass doors of Riverdale’s General Hospital closed with a light swoosh behind a rushing Betty Cooper, her messy bun bouncing vigorously with every urgent step her white sneakers took. With her white pajama t-shirt still under her maroon grid bomber jacket and a pair of grey yoga pants – the girl minutes away from dozing off to a dreamless slumber just before her phone disrupted the calmness of her room – she anxiously jogged down the quiet corridor, due to the hour, and stopped abruptly in front of the reception, the elder head nurse shooting her an exhausted glare.

“I’m looking for Forsythe Pendleton Jones.” Her voice came out with difficulty, Betty now registering how out of breath she was, probably by the fact that her house was at the other side of town and she had chosen to walk, or most correctly run, all the way to the hospital.

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The Girl in the Log

I always hated visiting my grandpa’s old cabin. That might make me seem spoiled or ungrateful. What kid doesn’t enjoy seeing her grandpa? Especially considering he was the only grandparent I had ever known. Both of my mom’s parents were killed in a car accident before I was born, and my dad’s mom walked out on him when he was very young. He still doesn’t know where she is or if she’s even alive. So that only leaves my paternal grandfather. My parents desperately wanted me to have a good relationship with him. My dad insisted that, although Grandpa was stern and quiet, he really did love me. He just didn’t know how to express it. I figured that was probably true, but it didn’t change the fact that trips to his house were filled with idle hours watching television and reading while he worked during the day, followed by awkwardly silent dinners in the evenings. I rarely saw him, and he seldom spoke in any loving way. He just kept a wary eye on me, like he was waiting for me to break something of his or talk out of line.

Still, my parents insisted on sending me to spend a week with him every summer since I was ten- old enough to look after myself for the day. I had visited his isolated cabin in the woods several times before with my parents, but this would be the first time I stayed overnight by myself.

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ends of the earth || stuart twombly (princess squad july 2017)

word count: 2,372

warnings: none

author’s note: and i’m back again with some of my favorite noogler! this is a drabble for the ‘princess squad’ that i whipped up in a couple hours! i hope y’all enjoy this cute little oneshot! you can find the other drabbles with this same prompt right here!

pairing: stuart twombly / reader


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“You’re always reading that one book. There’s so many other books in the world, why that one?”

We all the know that one girl that’s obsessed with reading and always has her nose in a book. She’s usually reserved and quiet, but when she does talk, she’s kind, fun, and beautiful, inside and out. Stuart knew that girl. He had a crush on that girl. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the way she smiled at him when they walked past each other in the big building that was Google HQ. Maybe it was the way her eyes twinkled when she solved a problem with her team. No one else on their team noticed. Not Billy or Nick, not Neha; no one except Stuart Twombly.

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anonymous asked:

Not really but kinda spooky story ive told like 3 people: When i was born my mom said she woke up and saw my pop-pop (who died) playing with my at the hospital and he like smiled at her and said I was cute. Fast forward to a few months ago i was going through family photos looking for something and there's a picture of some old guy and im like "mom do i know him? I think ive met him before" and she freaked out cause it was my pop-pop and she didn't even know we had that picture


bee-wrecker  asked:

Okay, my heart burst from your latest update with love! You're amazing!!! I have a question, how do you think the aliens would behave if for some reason a human child were to be aboard?

I’m so sorry this took so long!

I’ve rewritten this passage like, fifteen times. I swear, nothing seems good to me.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Human Josephine Lloyd was five earth years older than her younger brother, Human Fredrick. Human Fredrick mentioned she was one of three siblings he had, and many of the crew began to question him on his family. He simply told him that he had an older brother named Vladimir and a twin named Maximillian. Not many of the crew knew what a twin was, but they never asked.

Xylion was currently awaiting for Human Josephine to come on board the ship. Human Fredrick had invited her on to see the ship. He was told she was somewhat similar to Human Fredrick in looks, but other than that, he knew next to nothing about her.

Xylion of course knew what it was like to have brothers, but a sister? The only female in his family was his mother, but she was hardly around, so she didn’t count.

Captain Zellnor shared how he was the only boy in his family. His father had passed when he was young, so he was left to grow up with his seven sisters and mother.

Sil’keen, the young chef, mentioned that she had sisters and brothers. She said she often took care of her many younger siblings.

Datallion said he was not fortunate enough to have siblings, though everyone simply laughed at him when he said this.

Human Mason never mentioned any family, and Xylion was too nervous to ask him.

Human Isaac said he had two older brothers, but then quickly corrected himself to having a sister and one brother.

Human Jenny said she had an older sister, and a younger brother who was eight earth years younger than her.

Human Quinn mentioned how she had three older sisters and two younger brothers. Human Isaac jokingly asked his girlfriend was part of the LDS community, which she simply rolled her eyes and told him that she wasn’t, but was Christian. Xylion chose not to question them.

They were still discussing their family life when they heard a loud cry from somewhere. Everyone stopped talking to listen for any other noise. Before anyone could ask what had just happened, the sound of something running was heard, and then Xylion felt something grab onto his legs, rooting him in place. All he could do was cry out, fear chilling him to the bone. And, of course, he began to secrete mucus.

Before Xylion could begin attacking whatever was holding onto him, he saw Human Fredrick out of the corner of his eye. He bent down and began to scold what was holding onto him.

“Justin, how many times do I have to tell you not to run off from me or your mother? Especially on an alien ship?” His voice was stern, yet somewhat calm at the same time.

Xylion felt the grip release from around him. “But Uncle Freddie…”

Xylion looked for the thing that attacked him, but couldn’t see anything. That is, until he looked down. Standing there was a miniature human. They had the same light hair that he did, except their eyes were similar to Human Jenny’s. They reminded Xylion of his own coloring, actually.

The tiny human looked sad as he sat there, tracing the edge of his shoe all over the ground. Human Fredrick shook his head as he reached forward and picked up the small human. Human Fredrick looked to see the astonished looks of every other crew member- Xylion included- and gave a nervous smile.

“Uh, hey. This is my nephew, Justin. He’s my sister, Josephine’s, son.”

Xylion stared at the tiny human. Human Justin looked at him, his large eyes seeming to take in every part of him. Xylion felt the mucus he was secreting multiply tenfold.

The sound of clicking was heard, and a tall, female human appeared from the hallway. Her hair was a wavy blonde, and fell all around her body. Her chest, unlike the other females aboard the ship, was larger. She looked a lot like those pictures everyone had seen of female humans in something called magazines. Xylion was even more nervous now.

“Oh my, I am so sorry! My phone fell somewhere in the cabin, and I wasn’t paying attention! I hope Justin wasn’t causing any problems…” Her voice was like music to Xylion’s ears. At least, that’s what he had heard Human Isaac say when describing Human Quinn, so he assumed it was a good thing.

Xylion looked at everyone else, and swore he saw Human Jenny glaring at him, but when he looked again, she was smiling at Human Justin as he was given to his mother.

Captain Zellnor looked towards Human Fredrick. “What is the meaning of that small child?”

“Uh, well, see-” Xylion had never seen Human Fredrick so nervous before. Normally he was calm and collected, supplying intelligent facts and information for everyone, and occasionally setting someone right. He never stuttered, nor was he ever completely at a loss for words.

Human Josephine smiled sweetly. “I’m sorry for my younger brother. He has trouble talking, yeah?”

Xylion was now confused. Human Fredrick definitely wasn’t like that.

“Anyways, I’m sorry for me coming aboard, but I really wanted to see my little Freddie’s work place, and my little baby Justin wanted to see where his uncle worked, so I asked, and Freddie said it should be okay. It is alright, right?”

Captain Zellnor pondered this for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I guess it’s alright.”

Human Josephine grinned. “Thank you! We’ll be out of your hair soon, I promise!”

For the next few hours, Xylion and the other crewmembers spent more time watching Human Justin than talking to Human Josephine. She spent most of her time talking to her brother, though Human Fredrick seemed less than thrilled through the whole thing.

Human Justin was an interesting little fellow. He was shy around many of the crewmembers, yet he seemed incredibly interested in Xylion. Of course, Xylion was also less than thrilled about this.

Human Justin was busy playing with Xylion’s gloves to help him when he was secreting mucus when he realized children were just as intriguing and smart as their adult versions.

“Xylion?” The young boy asked, looking up at him.

Xylion cringed as the pronunciation of his named, but didn’t correct the young boy. Prior attempts had failed. “Yes, Human Justin?”

The boy giggled. “You can call me Justin, Xylion.”

“Alright…Justin.” Xylion could almost feel his parent’s rage at his informality.

“Is Uncle Freddie happy here?”

Xylion was shocked at the sudden change in the boy’s mood. Just moments ago he had been laughing and talking animatedly about random little things that happened at his school. But now, he looked almost worried. But why would he question his Uncle’s happiness?

“Why do you ask, Hum- uh, Justin?”

Human Justin looked down at the gloves in his hands. “It’s just…Uncle Freddie never really…I mean, ever since Aubree…” The boy’s voice trailed off. Xylion looked down at the boy and saw his eyes were filled with what humans referred to as tears. He gulped, and blinked, the liquid dripping out of his eyes. “Ever since she died, he hasn’t been too happy.”

Xylion frowned, but then he remembered. Human Jenny had mentioned Human Fredrick was depressed ever since his girlfriend had been killed in a shooting on Earth. Was her name Aubree?

“You’re uncle has been happy here, Justin. Don’t worry about him.”

Human Justin shook his head. “He has raised me more than my own parents have. My mom usually works or hangs out at the bar, as she calls it. And my dad died before I was born, so I don’t even know him. Uncle Freddie was always there for me, but now he lives on this ship.”

“Your mother doesn’t care for you?”

“No, she loves me, but she’s never there. She is trying her best, but it isn’t going so well. Uncle Vlad and Uncle Max do their best too, but Uncle Vlad is busy in New York working with his company, and Uncle Max already has a family of his own. They can’t take me in.”

Xylion looked at the young boy. “How old are you, Justin?”

“I’m seven and a half, why?”

“You just seem very smart for such a young age.”

Human Justin grinned. “Uncle Freddie always told me that if I paid attention to school and everything around me, I could be just as smart as Einstein! Am I as smart as Einstein?”

Xylion had no idea who Einstein was, but he nodded. “I think so.”

Human Justin grinned, and Xylion noticed he was missing a tooth. He was slightly worried, but no one else seemed concerned, so he figured it was fine. “Thank you, Xylion!”

Xylion nodded. “No problem, Justin.”

Before long, Xylion found himself saying goodbye to Human Justin and Human Josephine. Human Fredrick wrapped his arms loosely around his sister, but with Human Justin, he scooped him up and spun him around. Human Justin laughed the whole way through before being squeezed by his uncle. Human Fredrick set him down, and whispered something in his ears.

The two said their goodbyes, and when Human Justin got to Xylion, he did something similar to what Human Fredrick had done. He wrapped his arms around Xylion and squeezed him. Xylion was confused, but when he looked up at the other humans for guidance, Human Jenny made the motion of wrapping her arms around herself, so Xylion wrapped his arms around Human Justin.

“Thank you, Xylion.” Human Justin whispered, squeezing him once more.

Xylion smiled at him as he let go of the small boy. Human Justin walked over to his uncle once more and said something that Xylion could barely hear.

Everyone waved goodbye as Human Fredrick led his family out of there.

And as their figures vanished, Xylion remembered the words Human Justin had whispered to his uncle.

“I love you, please stop.”

Do you like this?

I like this version of it. Sheds a little light on Fredrick’s past.

I am so sorry it took so long! These past weeks have been hectic. Between birthday parties, friend gatherings, schedule pick-ups for the new school year (stupid year long schedule, giving us only 6 weeks of summer vacation and 2 weeks for every other vacation), helping out in the library, sibling birthdays, the whole freaking package.

Also, lack of inspiration. I hate when writer’s block hits, because it seems to last forever.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, @bee-wrecker ! I had fun writing it, even if it took a couple tries!

Also, you are so sweet! Thank you so much for always supporting all of my posts! You are the amazing one!

And remember, if you want to request anything, just message me!

No Vacancy

I’m willing to make a part two to this.

Moving was supposed to be a restart. It was supposed to be the beginning of a better life. Of a better mindset. But nothing had changed.

Will sat outside his new house as his father told the movers where to go and where to leave things. He kicked at the ground, trying to pinpoint where he was going wrong on his drawing. It just didn’t look right. Aggravated, he looked away from his sketchbook and swung idly against the tree swing the previous owners had left.

As he looked out at the street, he could feel the solemn, empty feeling in him. Ever since Momma had died at the hospital, it had left Will without any motivation to do anything. He couldn’t draw anymore. He didn’t pay attention in class anymore. His grades had slipped and he’d missed so much school, that he almost wasn’t able to get into his new one.

Dad was never one to talk through emotions. He liked to keep them to himself. Mom had told him that a long time ago. She’d said that when they were friends, she watched him get heartbroken by guys and girls alike, but he never talked about it. He always kept it to himself and played it off with playful smiles and jokes.

Even now, he wouldn’t mull over his pain. Not with Will at least. But Will heard him crying at night.

A car pulled up in the next door house and Will pulled himself from his thoughts. He ducked back into his sketchbook, touching up some of the lines and shading, hoping that the strange look would go away. He heard the slam of car doors and a few voices.

Curiosity got the best of him and he glanced up, surprised to see two pairs of eyes on him. A boy and a girl. Two other people were walking into the house. The two looking at him smiled, and he managed to smile back, nodding at them. There was a man walking into the house, and he glanced back, noting the moving van. The other girl beside him looked over too and waved.

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Ok, but the bachelors “Hun, haven’t you noticed? You’re pregnant.” but without the farmer actually knowing previously, like they thought it had been just a night of *wink wonk* without protection? Please?


Sebastian laughs when the farmer finally rolls out of bed.
“Sleepyhead. It’s almost noon.”
“Noooo. Needed to do work.”
“I got it for you, just relax.”

She stumbles over, sits in his lap.
“Dunno why I’m so sleepy.”
“Because you’re pregnant, silly. How have you not noticed? You’ve been sleeping in later and later.”
“It’s your fault.” She nuzzles him. “Got me pregnant. Told you we should have gotten protection.”
He laughs. “Sorry.”

“ ‘ts fine. Love you.”
“You too.”


“I’m going to go to the mines, okay?” the farmer was already grabbing her pickaxe and unloading her stuff. Harvey shook his head.
“Not okay.”
“Harv, we’ve been over this, I need to go to the mines. I’ll be careful, promise.”
“As your doctor, I cannot allow you to go.”
“Why not?”
“It’ll hurt the baby if you go.”


“Yes, baby. You’re pregnant, and I’m not letting you go down there pregnant.” he looks very worried.
“Oh. I didn’t realize. I guess I’ll stay.” She sets the pickaxe down. He hugs her. “Thank you.”


Alex carries in a box of baby stuff, and the farmer gets up, walking over, confused.

“What is all this?”

“Baby stuff grandma and gramps still had from when I was little.”

“Oh, are they trying to clean out their attic finally?”

He laughs. “No, this is for us.”

“We’re not having a baby, though.”

He laughs more, setting the box down. “Yeah we are, haven’t you noticed? You have a little tummy already.”

She blushes, looks down. “Do not!”

“You’re pregnant, hon. Help me sort this stuff out, okay? After, I’ll make you dinner.”


The farmer wakes up to find Shane cooking, gets up and walks over.
“You never cook, what’s up?”

“Figured I have to keep you healthy now.”
“I’m plenty healthy, why is it different now?”

He gives her a look. “You’re pregnant. You think I’m gonna be some deadbeat dad, even before they’re born?”

She laughs, surprised. “Thanks, Shaney.”

“Don’t call me that.”


“Hey, uh, honey? My mom sent these over.” He hands her a bag. “To help.”
She opens it, finding mint tea and peppermint candies.
“What are these for?”
“The morning sickness. She said she had it really bad when she had me.”
“The what?”
He blushes more, smiling.
“You’re pregnant, haven’t you noticed?”
“I- Oh. I didn’t realize.” She blushes too, but smiles. “It makes sense. Tell her thank you for me.”
“I will.”

Elliott: He notices the farmer leaving for a walk early in the morning and gets up, pulling her back in. “Don’t you think you should be resting, love?”
“Huh? Why?”
He laughs. “You’re pregnant, have you not noticed?”
“How did you know?!”
“I’m a writer, love, it’s my job to know.” He laughs, pulling her close to hold, just for a while

Ten Minutes, Omegaverse

Last chapter! Thank you for everything! I’m finally finished! Please tell me what you think about it! After this i’m finally free to work on new project for tianshan!

19 Days, Omegaverse AU

Chapter 4 [NSWF]

He Tian x Mo GuanShan

I’ll be fine

Human’s adaptability is something that is often underestimated; We believe that we are a demanding, fragile race, with our needs and rhythms.
The truth is that we can get used to everything and the worst thing is that the process is so slow that we sometimes don’t even realize it. It’s inexorable, inevitable as the evolution of animal species.

GuanShan would never have expected to get used to He Tian’s constant ambush, every morning before he went to school. Of his way of hugging him, resting an arm on his shoulders, or his voice on the phone, while talking to him, locked inside his room during the heat, because He Tian wanted to “keep him company.”
Of the smell of smoke emanating from his skin, so familiar that it had slowly disappeared.

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I really need your help.

Please read my first post about this here.

Okay so since I’ve gotten some questions about my situation, I decided to just write about it.

To start off, I’m gonna introduce myself first. You guys can just call me Miyuki (It’s my online alias.) I’m 15 and I’m from the Philippines. I live with my mom and I have two younger siblings. My brother’s 12 years old and my sister’s 10 years old. My dad has always been a womanizer, even before I was born. That has always led to a lot of arguments between them and he has even hit my mom several times when she caught him on the act. I never really knew anything about my dad bc he used to work overseas as an engineer but that’s the only thing I know about him. His birthday and his work. We were never really close since he still works even when he comes home for vacation. He doesn’t speak to me and I don’t feel comfortable with him. My family began struggling financially when the company my dad worked for stopped giving them projects ? And I’m not sure but I think they eventually shut down the company? Idk because like I said, I don’t know anything much about my dad. So anyway my parents began fighting again when my dad wasn’t giving us enough money. We had to pay for our house, our car, other properties, school tuition, etc. etc. and the money he gave us wasn’t enough to make it fit into everything we had to pay for. But my mom always managed to make a way. She’s clever like that. I honestly think we’d be starving if she wasn’t smart when it comes to money. Then we got into a car accident last November 2015 (Not sure if it’s November but I think it was around November?) The person who got into an accident with us lent us a car. Then January 2016 was when my dad arrived. He was skeptical about the car that we were using and accused my mom of cheating and stuff. Long story short, he beat us up bc of his fucked up thoughts. He grabbed my mom by the head and hit her head on the wall which alerted us all, causing us to scream and we began to cry. He then started pointing at us and said we were “on it” too. Then all hell broke loose. My little sister protected my mom by shielding herself, which ended up in bruises and a swollen forearm for weeks. (She was He kicked and punched my brother (who was 11 at that time) even though he didn’t really get any bruises or wounds bc he managed to somehow dodge his punches but still my dad pushed him hard enough to hurt him but I swear to god my brother kept screaming at him, telling him that God doesn’t want him to hurt us. He kept screaming at him while crying “Fear God!!”. It was honestly so fucking heartbreaking, I thought we were all gonna die. The moment I saw him get a pair of scissors, I swear I didn’t think of the possible harm, so I tried my best to take it away from him before he could use it to hurt any of us. He was holding onto the handle while I held on to the blades, struggling to take it away from him. I got my fingers some small cuts because he was so strong but I managed to take it away from him. Shit happened, I can’t explain every single thing anyway. 

My mom had to undergo some medications to treat the bumps on her head. Thankfully, it didn’t result to any serious injuries that could cause any major or serious health problems. My sister got treated as well. My brother and I didn’t have to undergo any checkups or whatsoever because we only got minor damages like small wounds and scratches. But then, ever since that incident, my father didn’t stop bugging us. He began sending death threats and all, causing us to flee our province and hide somewhere. Somewhere no one knows about us, about our true identities, where we really came from. We can’t go home because my dad charged false cases against my mom so that we couldn’t chase after him to support us, his children. He accused her of other stuff like estafa, child trafficking, etc. etc. WHICH MADE NO SENSE AT ALL! He hired his own “witnesses” to really make the cases solid so that we’d be powerless against him.

It didn’t just stop there, he also insulted her. He kept saying stuff like my mom’s a whore, a slut, that he picked her up from the mud and dressed her up, that she’s lazy and does nothing (When in fact, all my mom ever does at home is clean, clean, clean.) He even disowned us. He said and did a lot of horrible things to us. 

As of now, we’ve spent even my siblings’ savings just to save our butts. If we fully consume my mom’s money (Which is less than 10k in Philippine peso) she might be forced to bring us to our dad. And.. if that happens.. Ah, my life might just get totally ruined.


Why don’t you go to the police? 
It’s no use, believe me. It could make everything worse because my dad is still haunting us and has even said that whoever finds us will have a reward. 

Why don’t you ask help from your relatives? They might be able to help you.
NO. Not even our relatives are willing to help us. My mom’s older brother is on my dad’s side. My mom’s older sister doesn’t give a single shit as well. Our other relatives doesn’t want to help us. 

What about your friends?
I can’t risk telling anyone I know personally. Unless I want to get myself possibly killed.

What happens when you go to your dad?
Anything can happen. He has the ability to harm us because like I’ve mentioned above, he is a womanizer. He’s a pervert and he doesn’t care whoever it is. He even attempted to rape my other cousins. And going there? Either he dumps us in his province and doesn’t give any support because he wants his money all to his self, regardless of his children suffering from his sins, or he brings us home and he might harm me and my little sister.

If you have other questions, I don’t mind answering them. 

Please, help.. Any amount will be appreciated. We really need help.. 

White Wine Nights

Summary: In which, we expose Lin as a wine mom 

(I really couldn’t think of a better description, I apologize)

Author’s Note: yay, my collab with @hamilbye!!! yes, it did take us that long to decide to write together and yes, it only took us like three days to finish this. We put our amazing brains together and wrote this pretty quickly. 

I love love love working with you, Nat. It was the most fun. I also love love love you. You’re the best. AND you’re very talented. 

Words: 2,138 

Warnings: alcohol/drinking mentions, a curse word or two (I forget), fluff 

An audible sigh escaped you when you stepped off the elevator in your apartment building, taking a right turn to head down the long hallway. Your feet carried you, but protested heavily after the shift you had pulled at your dead-end waitressing job. You were sure you smelled of stale cigarettes and dirty dishes, but at least you had some cash in your pocket. As if that hadn’t been stressful enough, you hadn’t even seen your apartment in about 20 hours due to college classes and familial commitments. It was the week before Spring Break and hectic was the synonym for your life.

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The Perfect Match - Part 1

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Originally posted by deanjackles

Characters - Reader, Dean, Sam, John, Mark (omc), Smithers (omc), Theodore (Father/omc), Penelope (Mother/ofc)
Word Count - 2009
Warnings -  Swearing, drinking
Summary - You were happy, single and happy. Little did you know one party would change all of that forever.
A/N -Part 1 of my brand new series. This is an AU! No hunting, no monsters. This AU revolves around the two big and powerful families.

Returning home was always an experience your stomach dropped a little as the car rounded the corner towards your home.
Nothing had changed in the past 3 months since you’d last visited, nothing ever changes. The car began its journey up the driveway, the steel gates that allowed entrance into your family’s grounds were shut, the giant ‘W’ on each gate letting you know you’re home.

As your driver buzzed the security system the gates opened at a painfully slow pace. The trees towered above the car as the driver began to move once more. As the car reached the driveway you weren’t at all surprised to see a small crowd of staff stood outside. The car rolled to a stop outside of the grand entrance, the driver who’s name you were yet to learn rounded the car and opened the door for you.

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All For You - Part 1

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Intro: When the opportunity to have a child presented itself to Lucifer he, on a whim, had decided to take it. He hadn’t realize just how much he liked the idea until it was taken from him; when he was sent to Hell to be Crowley’s personal puppet, Castiel had convinced Kelly Kline to abort his child. 

Now he was free from Crowley’s control and King of Hell once again, but part of him still felt lost. He had decided he wanted another chance at being a parent, and that he wanted his revenge on the Winchesters for ruining his plans the first time. As he begins to plan, a piece of information falls into his lap that may prove to kill two birds with one stone.

- [ Read it on Ao3 ] -

Pairing: Lucifer x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 1954

Warnings: None at the moment; possibly some in later parts though…maybe

Author’s Notes: Howdy ho there my guys; so I’ve been pretty behind on Supernatural for while now, but when I heard my favorite archangel was coming back(and in his best bod no less) I obviously had to sit my ass down and binge three seasons to get caught up. So now that I’m obsessed with the devil(again) but I’m caught up and I have no other media to consume, I’ve been coming up with a ton of fic ideas and thought, “Maybe I should actually write these down.” So here we are.

I’ve been mulling this particular one over for awhile now; not sure quite how many parts there will be, but it won’t be anything crazy long I’m sure. Stupid title is stupid; I suck at titles. It’s based on this song that I’ve been listening to while writing.

You carefully rounded the corner into the main room of your cluttered book store. In the dim light, your attention was completely focused on the tall stack of books you carried in your shaky hands. As you neared the counter, you notice movement out of the corner of your eye. Your head snapped up to look at the handsome, blonde man staring at you from the other side of the room.

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