i thank my cousin for this shot

My plan was to follow your plan // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Shawn and Y/n are looking after Shawn’s cousin, its really fluffy

Authors note: I actually love pineapple on pizza


“Thank you so much for looking after Sammy for us Y/n,” Shawn’s Aunt Rebecca tells me, handing over a small backpack containing all Sammy’s necessities.

“It’s no problem at all Bec, it’s a pleasure,” I say, smiling down at Sammy who hides behind her mothers leg. “Shawn is just picking up some lunch, he’ll be back in maybe 5 minutes,”

“Its fine, I trust you completely Y/n.” She smiles warmly. “I’m going now Sammy, say bye to mommy,” Bec bends down, hugging her daughter before nudging her towards me.

“Thanks again!” Bec calls, running towards her car, already late for her work meeting.

“So Sammy, What would you like to do?” I ask the small girl, her curly hair hanging down in her face and I tuck it behind her ear so I can see her better.

“Can we play hairdresser?” The 7 year old asks, tugging my hand.

“Sure Sweetie, do you want to do my hair or should I do yours?” 

“Can you braid it like last time?” the last time Bec got me to look after her daughter I had braided her hair.

“Sure. Do we want to put on a movie so you can watch it while I braid?” She nods enthusiastically, running to the cabinet and pulling out her favorite movie, The Lion King.

I put it into the DVD player, pressing play when the menu comes up. I sit on the couch, legs crossed, with Sammy sitting in front of me. I get some hair ties out of her bag and begin the process of french braiding.

“Well what do we have here?” Shawn asks, walking into the room. I was so engrossed in the movie that I didn’t hear the door opening.

“Cousin Shawn!” Sammy exclaims, going to get up and hug him.

“Whoa wait I haven’t finished,” I say laughing slightly. She sits back down, giggling.

“Sorry Y/n,”  I finish the second braid, tying the band.

“There you go,” As soon as the words are out of my mouth she’s running into Shawn’s legs, hugging him.

Shawn grabs her, lifting her up onto his hip.

“You’ve groan so much Sam, I think you’re taller then me now!” Shawn teases and the small girl giggles, hiding her face into his neck.

“I’m not that tall,” She whines, a smile present on her face.

“The pizza’s on the table babe,” Shawn tells me, going to sit down on the couch next to me, Sammy placed on his lap.

“Cool, thanks for picking it up Shawn,” I say, kissing his temple to which Sammy scrunches her face up at.

“Have you had lunch yet Sam?” Shawn asks her, and she nods, her attention quickly back on the TV.

“I need to go get some food myself,” Shawn tells her, sliding her off his lap, this she doesn’t even seem to notice, before following me into the kitchen.

“Did you get Hawaiian?” I ask, opening the pizza box to find a large mushroom pizza.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Y/n, but pineapple on pizza is just wrong,” Shawn laughs at my expression.

“Its not that bad,” I mumble to which Shawn smirks, lifting me up onto the kitchen bench, standing between my legs.

“You’re cutting me off from my food source,” I grumble, my hand falling just short of the pizza.

“What about your Shawn source?” He winks, hands resting on my hips.

“But the pizza, food, do you want me to starve?” I giggle as he playfully glares, passing me a slice.

“Thanks Honey,” I smile as he rolls his eyes. “This tastes so good,” 

“I taste good as well,” Shawn whispers, lips tilted up in the left corner in a smirk.

“Shawn!” I slap his arm, eyes wide, “Child. Just in there.” I point to the lounge room and his loud laugh fills the room. “Crap Sammy,” I shove Shawn out the room and rush into the lounge room to find her on the floor, lying on her stomach, eyes closed.

“What is she doing? There’s a couch right there?” Shawn whispers in my ear, making me jump in fright.

“Do we leave her there or?” I whisper back, imagining how bad it would look if her mum was to walk through the door right this moment.

“Do kids usually fall asleep on the floor?” Shawn asks me.

“Do I look like I know the answer?” I shoot back and he chuckles, his hand finding its way back to my waist.

“What’s your plan?” I ask Shawn, starring confused at the small child in front of us.

“My plan was to follow your plan,” Shawn jokes, squeezing my side.

“Shawn,” I scold him, walking forward and gently picking her off the floor and resting her on the couch.

“Damn,” I hear Shawn mutter.

“What?” I whisper, still concentrating on not waking up Sammy.

“Nothing,” I pull Shawn out of the lounge room and back to the kitchen.

“No, tell me,” I beg, now able to talk in a normal voice again.

“I was just thinking that you know..” He trails off, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

“You know what?” I prompt.

“That you would make a damn good mother.”

Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?

Summary: 1940s Bucky saves you from your best friend’s drunk brother. You patch up his wounds and one thing leads to another.

Warnings: Smut!

Word Count: Almost 3900

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i wanna be yours (daddy issues ch. 5)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

the pack goes clubbing. erica finds naomi in bed with isaac. someone sees something they’re not supposed to see. 


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I Don’t Dance

A lovely anon requested “Hii could I request a Miles Wood imagine? Smut or just fluff if u aren’t comfortable with that thank u!!” so here you go i hope you enjoy!  Also Miles Wood is a cute bean. 

-Cassie 

Originally posted by faulker

It had been a long day and you were honestly just done making sure everyone was having a good time. ‘It is my turn to have a good time’ you think to yourself, you make your way to the bar take a shot and then turn around hoping to spot your boyfriend.  Thankfully your all too clingy cousin had made it her duty to keep an eye on your boyfriend while you were busy playing bridesmaid to your sister.

           “(y/n)!” Miles said quickly getting up and wrapping an arm around you “I’ve missed my beautiful girlfriend” he says emphasizing the last word.  You love your cousin but she’s very persistent and will do anything to get what she wants.  Unfortunately for you and more so for Miles, since the first time she met him she’s wanted him.

           “You wanna dance?” you ask looking up at Miles.

           “He doesn’t dance” your cousin weaseled her way into the conversation “he has two left feet.”  

           “I would love to dance with my beautiful girlfriend” he says once again emphasizing the last word causing you cousin to laugh a little.

           Once the two of you were away from you cousin and on the dance floor Miles wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him and giving you a quick kiss.

           “I’m sorry about her” you say referring to your cousin “she’s a lot to handle but she means well she just doesn’t know when to stop.”

           “It’s fine, I’m just happy you saved me from her” he laughs “your mom tried earlier but it didn’t really work.”

           You stayed swaying back and fourth in silence for a couple minutes until the song ended and another faster one started up and Miles stated speaking again, “I really don’t dance ya know.”

           “I think you’re doing pretty well” you smile as he spins you around making you burst out laughing “but I know, dancing isn’t your thing so thank you for doing it.”

           “I only did it to get away from your cousin” he says smiling down at you.  

           “Oh really?  Maybe I should bring you back to her then?”

           “No way” he says quickly “I would do anything with you any where, the boys are so right” he adds the last bit laughing.  

           “Right about what?” you ask smiling at the beautiful boy in front of you.

           “I am so fucking whipped. When can we get out of here?  I feel her staring at me.”

           “Soon but not yet” you say smiling “she’ll get it eventually.”

           Not even ten minutes later your sister interrupts your dance complaining that she needs to pee but can’t because of the stupid ball gown dress she just had to have, claiming ‘I have to look like a princess.’  When you told Miles about it he simply said “you don’t need a big poofy dress to look like a princess.  You already are a princess, my princess.”  To which everyone else in the room promptly gagged at.  If the comment wasn’t directed at you, you would have gagged too.

           After what seemed like hours of trying to hoist all the fabric up your sister decided she didn’t even need to pee anymore so all the effort was for nothing.  Looking around for Miles was almost a difficult mission when you saw your cousin wasn’t getting all cozy with him, fortunately though all you had to do was follow her line of sight to see Miles talking to your new brother-in-law.  

           “I never thought I’d be that type of guy” you hear Miles say.  Not wanting to be nosy but also wanting to hear what he was referring to you choose to look out the window at the lights reflecting off the lake.  “I didn’t think I’d ever settle down, I mean you could ask anyone and they’d tell you that.  Love hasn’t ever been my strong suit but with (y/n), with (y/n) I could, I’d do anything with her she’s got me in the palm of her hand and she knows it but I would not change it for the world.”

           Your heart swoons at the though of Miles one day proposing.  Getting down on one knee and asking you that sacred question, or maybe the two of you just laying in bed and him popping the question.  You wouldn’t question your answer for a second, even if he asked you at this very second you would say yes.  He would do anything for you but you’d do anything for him too.  

           “Ready to go?” a soft voice comes in your ear while a chin rests on your shoulder and arms wrap around your waist.

           “Yeah” you say quietly turning your head to give him a kiss “you know Miles, I love you.”

           “I love you princess.”

Well, have I got quite the tale to tell to you my lovelies.

First, I will start by saying that my cousin’s wedding was beautiful and my family was very happy to gather around relatives that we hadn’t seen in years. That Friday was amazing and we all had an amazing time being with each other.

Saturday was a different story. Around five in the afternoon, in a busy corner street, inside a seven eleven that was literally right across the hotel that we were staying at, my sister, my younger cousin, and myself, were robbed.

Don’t believe it? Well, I’m still having a hard time processing myself.

Not even 3 minutes inside this seven eleven, these two fucking punks with shades on and their hoods up come in yelling in Spanish and demanding we give them our stuff. One man takes his gun out and robs another family that was there and the cash register, while the other comes up directly to my 16 year old cousins face and snatches her cellphone from her hand. He then begins to tell my other cousin who was with us (he’s 11) to not look at his face. My little cousin doesn’t speak Spanish, so he didn’t understand. The guy then brandishes the gun that he has on his hip and my sister very calmly pulls our little cousin back and tells him to put his head down. The guy then goes for my purse and takes it. I actually managed to save my wallet since I had it out of my hand and as I was pulling the strap of my purse off across my shoulders I dropped my wallet and kicked it behind this cardboard chip display thing.

Motherfuckers may have taken a great deal of our stuff but with the little rage that I felt; I was sure as hell not going to let them take everything from us.

Afterwards, the store was locked down while we waited for police and we watched as our entire family narrowly miss traffic as they literally sprinted across the street to us.

What they took was my cousin’s phone, they took my sister’s purse, phone, ID, credit cards, and cash, and they took my purse, phone, ID, credit cards, makeup bag, iPod, and iPod charger. These are all replaceable, and now; all unusable since we called, cancelled and changed everything.

But my God, never in my life was I more terrified and enraged then I was at that moment. Never more have I wanted to hurt someone as I want to hurt these men for putting my sister and my younger cousins through that. It was bad, but I know it could have been a whole lot worse.

I thank God that it wasn’t.

The adrenaline is still pumping cause I haven’t been able to sleep that much since we got back.

Sometimes, I lay there thinking, “what if they had taken someone? One of my cousin’s? My sister? Me? What if they had held us hostage? What if they had shot someone?” Sometimes I even imagine everyone in the store kicking their asses and smacking them with those hard Mexican sandals. People cope in different ways and for us: humor helped us. My sister and I didn’t want our younger cousins (and even the adults in our family) to wonder to dark thoughts, so we made cracked jokes. My sister made fun of the guys height and I joked about how ridiculous the guy looked like carrying her little pink bag. I don’t know if it was a good way to handle it, but the kids and our parents don’t need that stress.

I’m just happy that everyone is ok, and that I am back home with my family. As for the petty, disgusting, and fucking monstrous criminals, I hope they catch them, and if they don’t, then I hope karma bites them really, really, hard in their narrow asses.

4

I’m back from battle my friends! Otakon Vegas 2017 was so much fun~ Met so many awesome people, connected with some old friends again, and made new friends.

I made a pretty good amount of sales too. I really have to thank Mystic Messenger for that, ESPECIALLY 707. Everything I made of 707 was gone by the end of the con. I’m not kidding. Holy crap- if I took a shot for every time I heard “Seven” I would have been dead by Friday (꒪⌓꒪)

Thank you everybody for the support! Love you all so much (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

PS: The guy at my booth is my cousin, not me ^~^

Auston Matthews - Part 8

Here we gooooooo

I quickly let go of Auston’s hand once I get my feet on the ground, he slowly drops his back to his side. My fingers still tingle as I wait for the seamstress to return with her supplies.

               “Thank you for staying with me, I don’t think I want to ever step foot in here again,” I say shyly, glancing up at him, even with the heels I’m still just a touch shorter than him.

               Auston lets out a small laugh, putting his hands in his pockets and shrugging his shoulders.

               “That’s what Alex thought, and it’s no bother. I prefer to stay out a bit when I get out of practice, it’s a bit boring living alone,” Auston replies. He pauses a minute and takes another look at me, his eyes going from my head to my feet, not at all in a disrespectful way, but it still makes my cheeks flame. I’m pretty sure he now just thinks my cheeks are always red.

               “You really do look beautiful,” he says gently and gives me a full on pretty boy smile that renders me absolutely speechless.

               “Thank you,” is what I try to say but it only comes out as some throaty noise. Luckily, the seamstress chooses to make an appearance at this time, carrying what looks like a sewing kit, a large footstool and another pair of shoes. I eye the shoes warily, all strappy and shiny, a beautiful death trap.

               “Switch out shoes first, these look much better,” she barks at me and I know I have no choice but at the same time I have no idea how I’m supposed to change my shoes in this dress, I look around a little helplessly and hear someone snap their fingers.

               “Put leg up here,” she orders me and I pull the dress up to my knee and bend my leg, propping it up on the stool. I hear Auston make a noise beside me but when I look up at him his eyes are on the ground, his cheeks a faint pink.

               I then realize that I just bared my leg in front of him and before I can even be embarrassed, I feel excitement in my stomach where butterflies had currently been.  I wait patiently as the seamstress switches out my shoes, out of the corner of my eye I see him glance at me a few times, always looking away quickly when he notices me watching him. I bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.

               Once my new shoes are on and I test them out, Auston holds out his hand without me asking, his other at the small of my back, careful to not touch my skin I notice, and helps me up onto the stool.

               After the seamstress gets to work Auston takes a seat on one of the chairs and watches her. I’m facing opposite him but can still see him in the mirror before me and I can’t help but stare. He only looks at his phone once when it buzzes in his pocket, typing a quick reply and then putting it back in his pocket, he doesn’t look at it when it buzzes again.

               I try to think of something to talk about but he beats me to it.

               “You’re meeting is tomorrow morning right?” He asks and my stomach drops, I hadn’t even thought about it all day.

               “Yes, I have to be there at eight,” I reply, dropping my gaze to my hands at the base of my belly.

               “I can drop you off in the morning before I head to the rink, if you want,” Auston says and a strange comfort takes over my mind, blocking out the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

               “I would appreciate that,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him and smiling, however my small movement makes the dress move around my ankles and a pin scratches across my skin and I let out a small yelp.

               “Well quit moving, girl,” the seamstress scolds and quickly wipes at the scratch with a towel before it starts to bleed.

               I huff and face back to the mirror and catch Auston’s eye, rolling my own at him. He smirks at me and sticks out one finger before tapping it with his other, signaling a reprimanding. I giggle but quickly stop when I get a glare from the seamstress.

               “Oh! I almost forgot, can you grab my phone in the dressing room? I have to send my cousin a picture of the dress.” I ask Auston, who obliges and stands, making his way into my dressing room and my thoughts quickly go to the bra I left in the middle of the room. “I think it’s in my pants pocket,” I call out and a moment later he emerges with my phone in hand.

               Auston holds the phone up to me to unlock but I just shake my head and tell him my passcode.

               “Just take a few pictures and send them to Melissa, she should be near the top in my messages,” I tell him and stand still as he walks around me, getting all the right angles.

               “Aren’t you going to smile?” He asks, now standing in front of me, a grin on his face.

               I flush and look down at the floor.

               “Oh come on, give me an all American girl smile,” Auston prods, camera still aimed at me.

               I turn my head and look skyward, biting my lip to keep from smiling.

               “Don’t ignore me!”

               I can’t hold it in anymore and drop my eyes back down to him, giving him a full blown smile that almost hurts my cheeks. I hear the camera click once more before he lowers it down, his face kind of blank.

               “Well, uh, that was… that was definitely the best one,” he mutters and rubs the back of his neck with his free hand.

               “All done, you may get down and dressed, I will work on dress and then send it to your cousin. Yes?” The seamstress says, standing and putting her tools away, walking into the storage room before I even have a chance to answer.

               I reach out to Auston without thinking about it and his hand sends another shot of warmth to my very core. Goosebumps covering my skin I step down and to his side.

               “Thanks,” I say and motion to my phone, “let’s see them.”

               Auston swipes through the photos he took, and I can’t help but notice he took quite a few back ones than front and instead of again being embarrassed, that same excited feeling comes rushing back and my mind whirls around what it might mean.

               He finally gets to the last photo of me smiling and we both just stare. Everything in the background is a blur, like the camera was moving but I’m still in perfect focus, my smile shining through the screen.

               Auston lets out an amused sigh and rubs his face.

“Seems about right,” he mutters and I blink at him confused. When he doesn’t say anything more I take my phone and send the pictures to Melissa.

               “I’ll just get changed and we can go,” I tell him, talking towards the room and then remember my zipper. Oh no. Auston notices I stopped walking and raises his eyebrows.

               “What?”

               “Um, I just uh, where did the seamstress go?” I look around for moment and she’s nowhere in sight.

               “Something wrong?” Auston asks.

               “Well, uh, there’s a zipper and I can’t exactly reach it…” I trail off, my face a permanent shade of pink.

               “Oh!” Auston says, his eyes instantly drop to my dress and this time I don’t think it’s as respectful as a look as last time. “Well I can help with that.” He grins at me mischievously and I smack his arm.

               “Auston!” I exclaim. “What would your mother think if she heard you talk that way?”

               He doesn’t stop grinning at me as he replies. “She would think I’m being a proper gentleman, helping a damsel in distress and all.”

               I roll my eyes, “Because I’m sure you meant it in such a gentlemanly way,” I say sarcastically.

               “Oh, I was just teasing,” this time he rolls his eyes at me, his expression doesn’t look like he was teasing at all. “Who else is going to help you?” He asks, gesturing around the store and I scowl at him.

               “Fine, come here,” I snap and move into the doorway of the dressing room. “The zipper is on my left side.”

               “If it’s on your side why do you need help?” Auston asks, coming up behind me just outside the doorway.

               “Do you see a zipper on my side?” I ask back.

               “No,” he shakes his hand and looks back up at me.

               “That’s because it’s on the inside, so unless you can teach me how to dislocate my shoulder to be able to bend that way and still not rip the dress, I need help.” I say a little more snappily that I had intended but he just laughs.

               “Alex was right, you do have a temper don’t you?”

               “Just unzip my dress, Auston.”

               “I thought you’d never ask,” he whispers and I can hear the smile in his voice, this time I know he’s teasing.

               My smile instantly fades when his arm hand touches the bare skin of my back and I shudder slightly, more goosebumps erupting on my skin which I pray that he doesn’t notice.

               Auston finds the zipper located just beneath my arm pit, the tightness of the dress making it impossible for him to avoid touching my skin, which I’m not sure he’s trying to even do, and gently tugs it down. I audibly gulp and my eyes close on their own accord. All I can hear is his breathing behind me and every nerve in my body comes to life. Get a fucking grip!

               His hand finds the end on the zipper at my hip and I glance back him over my shoulder. He raises his eyes from my hip to meet mine, his smile gone. I feel a slight draft on my side and press my hand against my chest to keep my dress in place.

               “Thanks,” I say quietly, still not moving into the dressing room.

               “You know, you say that to me a lot,” he finally replies and I grin over at him, now stepping into the room and turning to face him.

               “Maybe I have a lot to be thankful for when it comes to you,” I say back, and decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. I trail my eyes slowly down his torso, hips and down his legs before retracing my steps back up to his face again. He shifts under my gaze, a slightly shocked expression mixed with something I can’t put my finger on written across his face as I slowly close the door behind me.

               Score Y/N: one

               Score Auston: 16

Love and Spiders

Inspired by these two prompts and the spider that crawled up my arm the other day.

Prompt: Howdy new neighbor I know you probably don’t know my name but you smiled at me the other day and you seem pretty nice so can you please help me and kill the giant spider in my kitchen. I will gift you with food. http://unblockingwritersblock.tumblr.com/

Prompt: if you put that spider anywhere near me, you’ll face your death very early. http://alloftheprompts.tumblr.com/

Word Total: 1974

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Notes: No smut, it’s my first Hobbit fan fic, Canadian reader (and writer), Scarred reader, Adult reader. I hope you like it! 

“What kind of call was that?” I yelled at the TV screen, appalled at the penalty the ref just called on against my hockey team, that was a legit goal! Throwing back the last of  my beer,  I headed into the kitchen, to check the pasta sauce that was simmering on the stove and to grab another beer.

Checking the sauce, I saw that it was almost ready, all I need was to start another pot of water to boil and get the spaghetti out. Once that was done, I grabbed a beer out of my fridge and went to go finishing watching the hockey game.

And that’s when I saw it. Watching me. The biggest spider I had ever seen outside of a zoo. Clinging to my cupboard like it owned the place. And it was sizing me up like I was its next meal. I froze, praying that I was imagining things, that it wasn’t really there. Then it twitched.

I screamed, dropping the beer bottle and running out of my apartment, slamming the door shut and leaning against the opposite wall, trying to put as much distance between me and my new roommate as possible. I needed to find someone to evict said roommate ASAP.

“Elrond?” I muttered to myself, but a quick glance at my watch showed that he would still be at work. And Lindir is quite possibly more scared of spiders than I am, so that ruled him out. The sound of muffed voices drifting down the hall pulled me out of my musing. It was coming from my new neighbors apartment. My new neighbor. He seemed like a nice young man, and smiled at me the other morning on my way to work. Maybe he could evict my unwanted squatter.

My mind made up, I approached his door where I could still hear muffled voices. “Damn, what if he has company?” I worried to myself, but the thought of being possibly homeless thanks to that spider spurred me on. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. The voices quieted and I could hear someone moving towards the door. The door opened up and instead of the long brown hair and warm brown eyes that I was expecting to see; I was looking into beautiful blue eyes, long golden hair and a neatly kept beard, that had two thin braids that framed his soft looking lips. His beard was braided. And while one might find that weird in this day and age, I found it ruggedly sexy. Then the sexy bearded man smiled at me, flashing a set of dimples and I was done for.

“Wow” I breathed out, completely enthralled. Those dimples flashed again.

“I’m sorry?” Dimples questioned, snapping me out of my trance.

“Oh! Hi! I’m sorry!!” I squeaked, completely flustered by the gorgeous man in front of me, “Umm I’m sorry but I was looking for my neighbor, a young man with long dark hair?” I explained hurriedly. “I wanted to know if he could help me evict an unwanted guest…”

“Fee?” I heard man’s voice call out, making the man look over his shoulder “Who is at the door?” I saw my neighbor come around the corner to stand by ‘Fee’.

The blond man focused on me again “Hi, I’m Fili and this is my little brother Kili” he started, “We both live here, but I was out of town for work and just got back last night.”

“Kili this is….” Fili trailed off, looking at me expectantly.

“Y/N” I spoke up “I live across the hall” I gestured towards my apartment.

“Ah yes” Kili replied “I’ve seen you around.” he said, smiling warmly at me.

“Anyways” Fili broke in “Y/N said she needs help getting rid of an unwanted guest, right?” he explained “Are you alright, do we need to call the cops?” he asked worriedly, his gaze settling on my scarred cheek.

I smiled at his concern, my fingers automatically going up to rub the light scar that graced my cheekbone, courtesy of a drunken fall and the reason that I don’t wear stilettos anymore. “No I don’t need the cops, but an exterminator maybe” I chuckled nervously.

The brothers exchanged a look “Just what kind of roommate do you have? And where did you find them? Craigslist?” Kili asked me curiously.

“A spider of epic proportions  has taken up residence in my kitchen, and I think he was planning on eating me!” I blurted out “It jumped at me so I screamed and ran” I finished, biting my lip anxiously.

“And now I can’t get back into my house and I was in the middle of watching the hockey game and making supper” I whined.

“Who’s winning the game?” Kili asked

“I will get rid of it for you” Fili said at the same time.

“THANK YOU” I sighed in relief “I really appreciate it, and it depends Kili, who do you cheer for?”

“Pittsburgh” he grinned, “You?”

“Edmonton” I replied as we headed toward my apartment. They both shot me surprised looks at that.

“What?” I questioned “I’m from Canada. And the score was 1-1 last I saw”

“Ahh” they said in unison, as if that explained a lot.

“Exactly how big is this spider?” Fili questioned, ready to open my apartment door.

“Do you remember the spider from Harry Potter?” I asked

“Yes” They both said slowly.

“Well I think they are cousins…” I stated.

Fili chuckled but looked slightly worried as he opened the door and walked in “Where exactly is this– Damn. That IS a big spider…” he trailed off.

Kili walked in ahead of me “Man it smells good in here what are you mak– WHOA that is the biggest giant house spider that I’ve ever seen!!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“That’s great Kili, good for it, bad for me.” I complained from the safety of the hall. “Look, if you two get rid of it for me, then you can stay for supper. Spaghetti with homemade ground turkey pasta sauce. And freshly made buns. You can even take the leftovers home AND I will sell you my soul, just PLEASE get that thing out of my house!!!” I pleaded.

Fili grinned at me “You have a deal, but you can keep your soul….. and maybe even your leftovers” he bargained, winking at me.

“You have a deal” I sighed in relief, flushing a little from his wink.

“Kee” Fili ordered, “Can you run home and get something to contain this thing with.”

Kili nodded and headed towards their apartment

“And you are NOT keeping it!!!” Fili called after him, only to have Kili pointedly ignore him.

Fili groaned “Not another pet” he muttered in exasperation.

“I’m sorry about this” I said hurriedly “My roommate, Tauriel, is my official spider killer, but she’s off visiting her dad and our other neighbor, Elrond is at work and his boyfriend Lindir wouldn’t be any help, he hates spiders just as much as I do, I could have gone to hide there but I have food cooking, and OH! can you maybe turn the burners off? I’m sorry, I can’t believe that I left them on…” I couldn’t stop rambling, and ducked my head in embarrassment. What a first impression I was making.

Fili glanced at the spider then quickly darted over and turned the burners off before joining me in the hall..

“Y/N” he chuckled, gently grasping my chin to raise my head and look me in the eyes “It’s all right, I don’t mind helping a beautiful damsel in distress”  his hand moved to cup my cheek,  rubbing his thumb lightly over my scar, “So please quit apologizing.”

“I’m sorry” I mumbled, flustered by his close presence.

Fili laughed outright “That’s so Canadian” he teased, making me laugh and relax.

I smiled up at Fili again, but before I could say something, Kili reappeared, holding a large glass jar, with holes punched into the lid, and a newspaper. He grinned knowingly at us as he walked by.

“Please tell me that you are going to kill that thing with the newspaper!” I pleaded, as Fili stepped away and followed him into my apartment.

“Nope” Kili replied cheerfully, “Not a specimen this big! The newspaper is just to help get Spidey into the jar!”

“Great he named it” Fili groaned, making a face at me.

I laughed, as I slowly edged into the apartment to see what they were doing “Kili, you would get  along great with my roommate, Tauriel.”

“Tauriel” he repeated as he scrambled up onto my counter, after handing Fili the jar. “Is she the tall, cute red head?” he asked me, as the brothers moved into position near the twitchy spider, Fili holding the jar below the spider, and Kili rolling up the newspaper tightly.

“Yes, She went her brother Legolas went to visit their dad for a few days, or else she would be dealing with this vile creatuureeeee—” I finished off with a squeal as Kili prodded Satan, I mean Spidey, with a newspaper, causing it to scuttle away quickly, fortunately Fili was faster and somehow managed to scoop Satan Spidey into the jar and promptly screwing the lid on.

I let out a huge sigh of relief, sagging against the wall. My home was my own again.

“Ok” Kili started “We did our half of the deal, so when do we eat?”

I chuckled, “Soon, I just have to make the spaghetti quickly and clean up this mess” I gestured towards the broken beer bottle “And then we can eat.”

“I’ll help” Fili offered right away, handing the jar to Kili.

“Thanks” I smiled at him, “Can you refill that pot and put it on to boil? Please? and Kili, why don’t you grab us some beers out of the fridge and then go find out what the score is?” I suggested.

“Ok”  They both answered eagerly, Fili grabbing the pot, and Kili moving to put Satan Spidey down beside me so he could grab the beers.

“KILI ” I growled “If you put that spider anywhere near me, you’ll face your death very early.”

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It turns out that it was Fili who kept Satan- Spidey. Which I  unfortunately found out the hard way when I went into Fili’s closet to get him a shirt one night after Kili started a food fight. Imagine my surprise when I opened up his closet only to find myself at eye level with the eight legged minion of Hell. Needless to say I screamed bloody murder. Fili came running in, swearing, apologizing and blushing at the same time. I finally realized then, why, after six months of dating I had never seen into his closet, not because it was messy but because it was occupied.  Fili told me that he kept Sa-Spidey because he might not have met me if it wasn’t for him. Satan Spidey was there when Fili proposed to me and was present at our wedding…. until a certain mischievous couple, aka Kili and Tauriel, “accidently” knocked over his cage during the reception and he got out. Panic ensued  and I never saw Spidey again after that. Best wedding present ever, hands down. I don’t miss him, but I do thank him for bringing Fili into my life.

Beware The Fairies

Your Sam Winchester’s daughter and your cousin, Mary, is your Uncle Dean’s daughter at only 6 years old. 
Family fluff

This is my entry for @one-shots-supernatural‘s spn hiatus writing challenge. This weeks being  “Be quiet, they’ll hear you.” 
(Sorry I missed last weeks hehe)


“Y/N!” Mary, your little cousin, whined. Her small hands tugged at your shirt as you stared at her blankly. You sighed and put your book down, folding your arms over your chest “What?” You demand.

“Uncle Sammy wants you.” She mumbled, her hands clutching her teddy bear.

“Okay. Thank you.” You got up from the comfortable chair and left the library. If your Dad wasn’t in the library or on a run he’d be in the main room. But you’d barely made it halfway out the door when Mary grabbed hold of your leg. “Hey!” You cried out and started dragging her across the floor.

She giggled “I wanna piggyback ride!”

“Ugh, fine. But get off my leg first.” You knelt down when she let go and she hopped on your back, wrapping her arms around your neck. 
“Onwards!” You declare, pointing into the distance dramatically and heading off. She laughed, rambling about utter nonsense when suddenly you stopped. She did too. 
“What?” She shook your head as best she could to try and get your attention.

“Ssshhh,” You hushed “It’s the fairies.”

“The fairies?!” She whispered in excitement. You grinned.

Be quiet, they’ll hear you. They’l get scared if they know we’re here.” You explained, loving how adorably gullible she was.

“If you’re very quiet you might be able to here them. They whisper things. They sing.” You made up, watching her curious eyes dart about the room in fascination.

Her eyes widened in shock and she nodded seriously. You started moving especially slowly to keep the atmosphere “Where are you going? I wanna find the fairies.”

“My Dad wants me, afterwards we can go fairy hunting, okay?” You offered still making sure to keep you voice a hush.

She nodded reluctantly.

You walked into where your Dad and Uncle Dean were, Mary scrambled off you back and ran over to her Dad who picked her up happily. You rolled your eyes causing your Dad to chuckle. “Hey, sweetheart. Would you mind babysiting over the weekend? I think I’ve found a case but Mary won’t be at school and Cas isn’t around…” He explained.

You sigh. You didn’t like missing out on hunts but you knew you couldn’t risk taking Mary with you. “Okay… I guess.” You shrug, peering over his shoulder to look at the article.

“Sounds like an Amazon.” You point out absentmindedly having finished reading. Your Dad sat back in thought “Actually that’s not a bad shout.” He sounded impressed.

“Thank you.” He smiled.

“See? You’d be dead without me.” You smirked and shot Mary a wink.

“Can we find the fairies now!!” Mary squealed, jumping up and down to get your attention. You laughed under your breath and nodded. Your Dad and Uncle Dean gave you a strange look and you grinned innocently “Beware the fairies.” You warned. Picking Mary up and throwing her over your shoulder. She laughed and you wondered back to the hallways. Your Dad and Uncle shared a proud and amused look before shaking their heads and going back to the research. 

“Your kid has the mental age of mine.” Dean chuckled, taking a swig of his beer.

Sam laughed despite himself and nodded “It’s more fun for Mary that way. Besides, be quiet they might here you.”

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Robbie Rotten was snatched as a child by the Fae and was replaced with a changeling named Glanni. 

He finds his way back home to Lazytown after cleverly bargaining for his freedom only to find out centuries have passed while he was in the other realm. 

Even so, everyone saw him as the horrible Glanni who was mean and nasty and just wanted to mess everyone’s day up. He comes face to face with his double and Glanni is just so relieved that he can finally leave this boring town. He congratulates Robbie on figuring a way out, because really that is rather hard to do. 

Robbie has to pick up his life and face what everyone thinks they know about him. Without being able to change what they think, he started to play along with it even though his heart was never really in it. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to act anymore, or who he really is since the Fae had him for such a long time. He was never really able to develop his personality and sense of self normally.  So, he’s almost slightly relieved that he has a role to play.

This all started because Nine had been the hero of the town when Robbie was very young. All because he had figured out that Nine was an elf and since Nine was so trustworthy, he thought maybe those Fae were too since they were really similar to Nine. He forgot everything he knew about the Fae and went with them. 

This is why he tries to drive Sportacus out of town, because he doesn’t want anyone else to make the mistake of learning to trust magical beings and why Sportacus needs to work twice as hard to gain Robbie’s trust. 

(Dealer’s Choice if Glanni comes back into town to cause trouble just to bug Robbie or maybe to hide out from Íþróttaálfurinn for awhile. And if everyone sees him, Robbie has to come up with a quick “he’s my brother/cousin/relative and definitely not a changeling who won’t leave me alone!” or something.)

Merry Christmas

* Hamilsquad x Reader

* Modern

* Christmas Imagine

A/N: Very late. Technically its the 26th…oops. I had no good ideas and when I finally did it was late and then I had a friend that was freaking out that I needed to talk to. But I’ve been doing season imagines so here’s a Christmas one. It’s all like Christmas tradition, I’m sorry if this isn’t what you celebrate but this is the only celebration that I know the specifics of. I may or may not have some version of a New Year imagine. I’m still trying to figure that out but I’ll be very busy the last two days of the year. But enjoy this late Christmas imagine!

Word Count: 2,037

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“I thought we were all gonna spend Christmas together.” Alexander mumbled with his arms crossed. He was leaning against the back wall of your room and glaring at you. John was stood in your room as well, hands shoved in his pockets. Instead go glaring he opted to look hurt or betrayed. Lafayette was leaning on the doorframe, also seeming hurt by your decision. Hercules, like Alexander, was mad and refused to even come into your room. He was currently in the hallway sulking.

You though, you were packing. Your mom wanted you to come home for Christmas. It wasn’t originally the plan. You were planning to stay here with the guys and have an ordinary Christmas. Then your mom called. Family would be visiting, family you hadn’t seen in a long time, and you hadn’t been home for a while. “We were Alexander.” You answered. “But my mom wants me home for Christmas. I haven’t been back home for months now.”

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Main story!

chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 13
chapter 14
chapter 15
chapter 16
chapter 17
chapter 18

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Filler

Always Time to Learn (Eomer x Reader)

Based off this imagine from imaginexhobbit.tumblr.com.  "Imagine Eomer asking you to dance, and you being embarrassed that you don’t know how.“  

Music and laughter filled the long halls while the ale, and conversation flowed.  The races of Middle Earth had cause to celebrate tonight.  Once again their enemy was defeated, and the world knew peace once more.  This great victory did not come without its price however.  There were many a man who gave their life, out on the field of battle, with nothing but the cold, hard graves of their fallen brethren to keep them company tonight.  

There would be a time to mourn the dead, to honour their sacrifice for the sake of Middle Earth, but not tonight.  Tonight was for the living.  The torches would burn long into the night tonight, as the feasting and dancing carried on in the Golden Hall of Meduseld.

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Davao Day 6

It was time to say goodbye to Samal Island and I really hoped that we could have extended our stay there. We spent too many hours on the road while in the city proper and didn’t have a clear itinerary but overall it was a fun trip. Staying in Samal for our last two days in Davao was probably the best because we had time to relax.

Woke up before 6 am to have our final stroll. It rained during the night but thank goodness that the weather was good when we woke up.

My dad took my camera since they climbed about a hundred or so steps to see the view. I didn’t go with them though, I just took a shower so that I could fix my things already. Afterwards, my cousin and I went out and took pictures. 

I had way too much fun taking pictures of my cousin. She loves smiling in front of the camera which is so unlike me who loves capturing shots.

She took photos of me, too! But they didn’t turn out to be quite nice, HAHA!!! I really have no talent of smiling in front of the cam. 

Almost everything turned out to be stolen! :-(

Finally! A shot that I like. HAHAHA!!

It was time to go back to our room since it was time for breakfast.

Hi, mom!

Also found this photo which my cousin took. Our room was plain white and it was sooo calming and relaxing. I definitely had a wonderful stay here.

We went back to the city around 10 am and had lunch at Marina Tuna (the food was soooo good btw) then headed to the airport. Landed in Manila by past 6 pm. It was truly a fun trip. I was able to go to new places and I swear to myself that I’d be back in Mindanao to see more of the beautiful provinces.

anonymous asked:

I absolutely am infatuated with your writing. You write so beautifully and it's so easy to see it in my head and feel like I'm there! Could you write a one shot where y/n is Jeff and Cameron Azoff's cousin? And they meet and literally hit it off right away even though she's kind of a private person and Jeff had asked for no funny business.

Thank you so much!! That’s so nice of you to say. 

Because I have a lot on my plate at the moment, I can’t really take requests. I’m sorry but I was lucky to even have found the time to write the past two one shots I posted.. my entire schedule is just packed. Which is super frustrating. 

I really like your idea and can only propose that I might write something similar at some point in the future. Which could be very far in the future and in a few months. I’m sorry but I don’t want to make a promise or commitment I’d then have to neglect. Hope you understand. Thanks again for your kindness! xx

Friends With Benefits

TITLE:  Friends With Benefits

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: one shot

AUTHOR: hiddles-is-my-muse (i-wish-i-was-the-moon)

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor!Tom

GENRE: smut / erotica

FIC SUMMARY: Tom is in the hopes of seducing a cute girl, when his good friend Benedict ends up cock-blocking him.

RATING: Mature (explicit sexual content)

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I feel like I should apologize to someone. I’m sorry Tom, I’m sorry Ben. It’s not my fault. It’s them horny ladies of Tomblr who insisted on slash. So warnings. Yes, this is slash with a top Tom. Be warned.

The girl was stunning, and Tom had spent the better part of the evening wooing her. His hopes were high that by the end of the night the girl would follow him to his hotel room. It was a wedding and that’s what you did in weddings, if you were almost the only single man in attendance. And to be honest, he really needed to get laid.

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hidden_horizon Today I met the most amazing man! I met Sebastian Stan and it was a dream come true, never in a million year did I ever think I’d get to meet him and see in acting on set! He is so polite and phenomenal! Words cannot describe my thoughts and emotions today! Today has been the best day of my life hands down! I never get to meet famous people or go to comic cons and meet them so today was a huge surprise and dream come true! Especially hearing him trying to pronounce my name and love my country it’s amazing! Thank you so much @imsebastianstan i probably looked my a mumbling mess but you have no idea what today meant to me! I will remember this day until I die! 💕💕☘

he’s filming in bray, Ireland my friends cousin works on set so she brought us in and it was incredible ahh I cant😂😂🎉

He was in between shots so he ran over and stayed for like ten minutes , he was so cute and polite and i kinda lost my cool at started laughing which he join in on and he was talking about Ireland and my phone? Weird i know but he was like “it was lovely talking to you Aoife” and he held my hand doing that and i died👌😂😭😭

Sebastian commenting on a fan’s picture and some notes from set!

Thank You

Title: Thank You

Word Count: 1,169

Warnings: fluff

Summary: The Reader and Dean are visiting one of the Reader’s relatives after a hunt nearby. The Reader wanted Dean to meet at least a few of her family members. Once they get there, there happens to be a trampoline and the Reader wants to go on it with Dean.

Pair: [Dean x Reader]

Original Request: I was jumping on my cousins trampoline today and I just got this thought that “this must be something sam and dean most certainly never experienced in their childhood”, so now I wonder if you could write a one shot where the reader and Dean decides to jump on a trampoline (maybe while visiting a relative) and at first Dean is scared that it will break but it ends up with them both having a really great time and laughing and such? Please?

Author’s Note: This definitely isn’t my best one… so my apologies! Also, sorry that I haven’t posted anything in a while!

              “You don’t need to be nervous,” you assured Dean, laying a gentle hand onto his bicep while ushering him up the front walkway to your Aunt and Uncle’s front porch.

              “I’m not nervous,” he grumbled, looking from the ground to you. “I just don’t want to make a bad impression.”

              “You? Make a bad impression? Never,” you eased, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. You could feel the tension lift from his shoulders, a small smile growing on his features.

              The two of you walked up the two steps to the porch, your knuckles rapping against the wooden door. Dean leaned closer to you, his lips brushing passed your ear. “Do they know?”

              “They do. Their son doesn’t,” you whispered back. Merely seconds later, the door swung open and your aunt stood in the doorway, a radiating smile beaming on her features.

              “Oh, Y/N!” she cried, beckoning the two of you forward into her foyer, you and Dean following her gesture and stepping through the doorway. Dean’s eyes roamed about the house, admiring the unfamiliar scenery before your aunt’s voice interrupted. “And you must be Dean Winchester.” She waggled a finger at Dean, raising an eyebrow up at him before her face broke out into a wide grin. “We’ve heard much about you and your brother.”

              “Hopefully all good things.” Dean chuckled, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.

              “Only that you and your brother are some of the best hunters out there.”

              “Well, it’s all true,” you piped up, wrapping your arm around Dean’s arm, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

              “I’m sure it is. C’mon. Your uncle’s setting up the dinner table.”

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              The five of you enjoyed a home cooked meal, your aunt and uncle both clearing the table off while your cousin went to his room to finish his school assignments. You had offered your aunt assistance in washing the dishes, but she simply replied with the shake of her head and a smile, instructing Dean and you to relax for a little while.

              You watched as Dean stared out the backdoor, his eyes fixated on the backyard. You went to stand beside him, a small smile growing on your features as you stared at the trampoline in the back. “Wanna jump on it?” you suggested, raising an eyebrow.

              Dean cocked his head to face you, his eyebrows scrunched together into a confused expression. “Do I what?”

              You jabbed your finger in the air straight forward, pointing it at the trampoline. “Do you wanna jump on it?” you repeated, your hand reaching for the door handle, yanking it and allowing the door to slide open. The spring breeze blew around the two of you, the smell of freshly mowed grass and blooming flowers lingered in the air. Before Dean could protest, you clutched down onto his hand and dragged him out the doorway and through the grassy landscape. You tore your shoes off in a swift movement, positioning yourself in front of the netting and hoisting yourself up onto the trampoline. “C’mon!” you encouraged with a wide smile, standing to your feet and bouncing your body lightly.

              “Isn’t that a little… kiddish?” Dean skeptically examined the trampoline with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes.

              You couldn’t help yourself when a chortle erupted in your chest, your legs beginning to bend more as the trampoline reacted to your small jumps. “So? Live a little! C’mon!”

              “I don’t know, Y/N,” he responded, scuffing his boots into the grass, shoving his hands into his front jean pockets. “Those things are made for kids. I ain’t a kid.”

              You seized your jumping, your hands folding against your chest and your left hip jutting out as you threw your weight onto your left foot. “Dean Winchester,” you said sternly, raising your eyebrows at him.

              “Y/N Y/L/N,” he mocked, mimicking your stance.

              “Please,” you pleaded, sticking your bottom lip out into an exaggerated pout.

              Dean sighed, rolling his eyes at your nagging, but he couldn’t resist you no matter how hard he tried. He grumbled how ridiculous this was underneath his breath, stripping away his shoes. He lied his hands at the edge of the trampoline, giving you one last ‘this is stupid’ look before heaving himself up and swinging his legs over and through the opening. Dean shakily stood, his arms shooting out in hopes of balancing his weight from the unfamiliar grounding. “You know, I’ve never been on one of these before.”

              “Well, you can’t say that anymore, can ya?” you questioned with a giggle, beginning to bounce up and down once more.

              Dean staggered a little from your sudden jumping, catching himself against the safety net. “Easy, Y/N. I’m new at this.”

              You snorted, shaking your head at him with a large smile, reaching your hand out towards him. “Come on. All you gotta do is jump.”

              Dean grumbled an annoyed response, hesitantly grasping your hand with his and pushing himself off the net and to the middle of the trampoline with you. “Just bend your news and bounce a little. It’s fun! See?” you exclaimed, beginning to bob up and down.

              Dean followed your pursuit, though he was reluctant at first. He bent his knees in rhythm with yours, the trampoline responding to the two of yours movements. You began to jump higher, Dean’s actions more tentative than yours. But in just a few moments as the two of you soared up into the air, the wind blowing through your hair, he began to smile. You looked over at him, his happy state bringing even more joy to you.

              It felt like forever to the two of you as you enjoyed each other’s company as well as the amusing and entertaining activity. You hadn’t seen Dean this at peace and enjoying himself in a rather long time, the hunting lifestyle always bringing the two of you down into a depressive state. But now, Dean seemed to radiate, his features seeming younger and more full of life. His eyes sparkled against the setting sun, his smile beaming as he collapsed after his final jump, his abdomen shaking with laughter. You fell besides him, the two of your breathings heavy with exhaustion from the physical activity. You smiled widely at him, his grin matching yours. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, reeling you closer to him. The two of you stared up at the sunset, your breaths finally returning to a normal pace.

              “Thanks, Y/N,” he murmured after a few moments of silence.

              “For what?”

              But he didn’t answer, and you didn’t need him to either, for you knew the answer already. Every once and awhile, he would whisper his thanks to you before you two settled in for bed. He would always express his gratitude to you for loving him. For caring for him. For always making sure he’s alright even in the darkest times. You were always there for him and he was always there for you no matter what. No, thank you, you thought.


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Victorious Girlfriend

TITLE OF STORY: Victorious Girlfriend
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: 1/3
AUTHOR: freudensteins-monster
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki
GENRE: Fluff, Humour, Erotica
FIC SUMMARY: A modern Logyn AU. Loki let’s Fandral’s cousin, Sigyn, crash at his place while she’s in town. Turns out they’re both extremely competitive.
RATING: M
WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES:  ladyaudiophile is a cruel mistress who keeps putting fic prompt posts on my dash. :P


Why did I agree to this? Loki asked himself again as he welcomed astranger into his home.

“Thanks,” Sigyn replied, nervously looking about the place.

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31. Her Time To Shine

Robyn

1 ½ weeks later…

I typed away at the keyboard while Keri started up with the same lecture she’s been spewing for the last week or so. After giving her my two weeks notice last week, she’s continuously tried to change my mind. From buying me lunch everyday for the last week and a half, to popping up at my house for a ‘'girls night’, and even making sure I wasn’t doing as much work as usual. But, at the end of the day, she knows I won’t change my mind and respects my decision to leave Limelight

 After my new job called to let me know I’d been  hired, I told them I could start as soon as possible. I’d already received a stack of paperwork and files full of people they’d be assigning me to. Finally achieving my dreams of becoming a therapist is such a relief. I guess it just took that extra push to finally help me get there, 

Speaking of that push… 

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