Newly divorced, forty-nine, mildly menopausal, with free-range boobs chanting no cage, no shame in cahoots with an unsupportive bra that snapped in the Woolies freezer aisle. Living wildly she packs a bag (and a box of wine) and leaves it all behind. From caravan park showers to karaoke catastrophes, beach epiphanies to bra meltdowns, this is midlife mayhem in full, unfiltered Australian colour. If you've ever: • cried in a Woolies, • yelled "I am NOT lost!" at a family BBQ, • or wondered if your life was a chickpea salad no one asked for - this slice-of-life comedy will feel like coming home in the weirdest, warmest way. This isn't a comeback. It's a slow-motion cartwheel into middle-aged mayhem. It's not about bouncing back. It's about bouncing forward - boobs, baggage, bad decisions and all. A funnywoman tale of menopause, misadventures, and messy self-discovery. One VB at a time.

Grayson can't seem to understand why he feels the need to shrink himself whenever the topic of sex is brought up, and he's trying his best to overcoming the unpleasant feeling but for some reason he just can't do it so he does something desperate. He decides to takes sex lessons from the schools most notorious delinquent.

When Coast Guard Adm. Frank Beardsley decides to move his family of eight children back to his old hometown, he encounters handbag designer Helen North, an old flame from high school. Immediately, sparks fly between the two, and marriage is proposed. But Frank isn't the only one with kids to worry about -- Helen has a total of 10. Right away, the children have no intention of playing nicely, and together they decide to sabotage their parents' relationship. But a family friend of Phoebe, Helens eldest daughter is not really on board for this one. And when a new crush comes into the mix. Let's just say this bunch is in for a lot of chaos. My spin off story. Please do not copy my story. Please vote. Finished story. (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Harley Branson is a normal seventeen year old girl in her senior year of high school. Well, if you call wearing black and avoiding people normal. Her life takes a turn when the most popular and wanted boy in school (Flynn Skykar) hits her in the face with a baseball bat and decides to take care of her. * * * "Get off the field!,"I heard one of the guys shout. I ignored him. Danny cheated on me. I had to confront him. He was the catcher so he stooped directly behind Flynn, the batter. "Danny,"I pushed his shoulder. "What are you doing here?,"he looked up at me. Not noticing my tiny presence on the field, the ball was thrown. Flynn, that idiot, swung his bat, knocking me to the ground with one swoop. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was in heaven. The blue eyed angel was knelt down next to me, with his face above mine. "Are you dead?,"he chuckled,"I can give you mouth to mouth if you want?" And with that I got mad.

Just random Solangelo Oneshots, if I have a creative burst then maybe some occasional Percabeth, read what you want! Mature for the ONE smut chapter in here.

Collection of random scenarios from my brain. Cute and dirty things. *=smut

Random situations in which I like to put L and (Y/N). Enjoy~