#theres a lot of sitting on his lap goin on here

[huckleberrykai]

okay okay hear me out

so taehyun's usually depicted as this "cold exterior but sweet to specific people" kinda thing right (or at least in most other fics I've read)

buttt

soft taehyun who either

has had a bad day and honestly just needs to cuddle up with you or

wants to show you something he's been working on and the way his eyes would light up if you praise him just 🥺🥺🥺🥺

yes yes yes and yes

i feel like he'd have you as his only exception, like ofc he trusts his members and he's vulnerable with them to some extent - but with you he lets all his walls down and trusts you with his whole heart bcs he just loves u sm :((

when taehyun walks through the door and you see the grumpy look on his face as he's pulling his coat off and untying his shoes you know what he needs before he even says anything. you'd quickly make him a cup of warm hot chocolate and plop a cute heart shaped marshmallow on top.

"Y/N? i'm home." he'd announce, walking into the living room and dropping on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands tiredly. the sight of him looking so defeated broke your heart and you handed him the cup without a word. he'd look down at the cup then back up at you, big boba eyes shiny with unshed tears just feeling so so loved by his baby :((

"i'm here if you wanna talk tyunnie, but if not i don't mind. whenever you're ready <;3"

he'd take a long sip then place the cup down on the coffee table, pulling you down to sit on his lap and just engulf you in the biggest warmest hug in the world, shoving his face into your neck and pressing a little kiss on your shoulder. "thank you my love."

he'd smile when you'd play with his hair, holding him close. "all i need right now is you."

uGh i love him ALSO i love when ppl talk about things they're passionate about and taehyun is no exception !! big shiny excited eyes lighting up when he plays you a snippet of a new song even tho he isn't supposed to share things before they're out

"darling come listen to this! pleaseee, it was so fun to record and i think i did really well! i wanna know what you think." of course you couldn't say no to listening to his angelic voice. he gave you one of his earbuds and put the other in his own ear, wrapping an arm around you waist and sitting you down on one of his thighs.

the song was amazing, of course, and he looked at you as if you were about to tell his future, he valued your opinion on the things he did - not in a toxic 'i need to impress you' way, but in a 'i love you so much i really want you to like the things i do' kinda way.

he had the biggest smile, baring his sharp little teeth when you told him you loved it. "your voice is so amazing baby, you did so well! i can't wait for this to come out ~ i'll listen to it every day <3'

he usually wasn't affected by praise. he didn't let anything get to his head, but when his cute s/o was sat on his lap saying how much they loved his voice he couldn't help the blush that crept up his neck, and the absolutely ecstatic look on his face.

"thank you love, i'll make sure to write one just for you for the next album~"

U'VE GOT ME IN MY SOFT TYUNNIE FEELS ugh

it would be even funnier if the members spotted him getting all soft and squishy with you. he'd jump right into his cold facade like '🤨 what r u lookin at?' as if he wasn't just giggling like a schoolgirl with u swinging ur arms n holding hands djsklsk

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader 

hyunjin x reader | part four of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, lots of cursing (i have a streak), birth, n kkami bein a meanie

↬ notes; ok this might be my fav in the series | 1.5k wc

u and hyunjin actually were broken up when u found out about the pregnancy

u waited (stalled fuck off) until five months since u really didnt know what to do with the news

u kinda feel like ur insane, playing your ex-boyfriends music constantly and watching interviews of him but it kept u company and gave u a reminder that u still needed to tell him

u got this rly cute popped out bump, just rly kinda like those movies but u know its gonna get bigger and grow to have stretch marks

one day ur just sitting on the sofa of your apartment n the next thing u know ur door is being opened and hyunjin is barging in

ofc ur in a sports bras and a pair of basketball shorts cause they r comfortable and shirts r overrated

ur there with set out marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate, as well as peppermint sticks on the side just eating them together

ur in the middle of eating a smore u had put together

u swallow ur smore slowly, sucking on ur fingertips n just staring at him

“oh my fucking god- and it’s true?” 

ur honestly so confused until u remember u dont have on a shirt n ur bump is showing

ur standing up in a millisecond, hyunjin getting more upset by the second just looking at u

“why— how? how could you just not tell me?”

baby boy has those angry tears and the strained voice hes just so upset and the guilt is setting in for u

“i’m five and a half months.” 

fuck hormones cause next thing u know ur crying and u cant do anything to make it stop

u guys really can’t be mad at each-other, ur relationship was filled with nothing but kindness and it ended only because u two felt it was going no where

ofc u two argued about it and in the end hyunjin was the one who walked out

“we can try again. you can move back in right? we can stay together and put back the pieces.”

u agreed n by the next morning he was there to help u pack ur things up n take them back to his place

he ends up seeing the box of baby stuff, with unopened bottle packages and sonograms, as well as a disc that was labelled as your 3D ultrasound

u find him just sitting there, staring at the black and white sonogram with tears freely falling down his cheeks

he doesn't even notice u next to him until ur thumb swipes the tear away from his cheek

u two just smile at each-other, his arm wrapping around u n pulling u in to his side

“that’s our baby?” he asks, not removing his eyes from the little white blob that barely was the size of a jaw breaker n u just whispered, “yea, it is.”

ur relationship doesn’t exactly get back into what it was at first,,

ur both nervous and cautious around each other

at first he insists he can just sleep on the couch so u can take his bed but u insist u both can sleep together

hyunjin doesn’t mean to but he somehow always winds up with his arm around u n ur bump every morning

he will talk to the bump n tell them how they r gonna have the best mommy n daddy 🥺

“did u know ur mommy is one of my favorite people to be with? i know ur gonna hear the story one day of how we became parents but i have always loved her, even when we weren’t together i loved your mommy. i hope one day you will love someone as much as i love your mommy, i hope you get your mommy’s personality bub.”

ur fake sleeping wbk but u dont move so u can let him talk

around eight months u two are way more comfortable n are getting closer

he lets u borrow his clothes because u used to do that even when u weren’t pregnant and he figured they were more comfortable & better looking than ur maternity outfits 😣

he rly goes the whole nine yards, buying anything u can think of for the baby n he’ll sometimes wake u up from ur sleep (if he’s rly excited) just so he can show u what he bought

hyunjin is in love with u and kkami cuddling together

also when ur due date got closer u both def went out for walks with kkami or played in the dog park with kkami

(u couldn’t really be as active as hyunjin but it was fine with u just watching)

something within hyunjin changes n he just gets so shy n flustered around u ^.^

he’s crushing so hard on u and u can guess he is but then again u two were just living together for the pregnancy

it’s probably three in the morning n hyunjin had just came home

ofc u were crying

a rly cute dog ad was playing with a baby in it as well :(

u explain n hiccup while doing so

hes so s o f t at this moment

he presses a soft kiss to ur lips n ur like wow thats um—

he doesn’t even care how shocked u r this man goes back in for more kisses

“i want you, i wanna be a real family. i wanna one day marry you, have more babies or get other dogs, that’s all i’ve ever wanted since the day we met.”

enywayz u two r dating,, a g a i n

spooning half of the time during ur last few weeks of pregnancy, but the boys come over frequently n for some reason jeongin is always bringing presents?? its cute but u guys RLY didn’t need anymore toys for the baby

u guys r just cuddling n he’s got one hand on ur bump before ur like

“ow,, fuck that hurt.”

“hey don’t swear around the baby!”

u just suppose it’s a hard kick since the baby had been active a lot recently n the pains had been occurring often

kkami is very cuddly today n he’s giving u kisses

hyunjin lowkey jealous cause kkami doesn’t ever give him kisses like that  ⸜( ⌓̈ )⸝

yall ever seen the thing where dogs know pregnant people the best n they can like SENSE something goin on??

well kkami was on it 

baby kkami is sniffing u n just restless in ur lap n its a lil weird cause kkami is ALWAYS sleeping or sitting still cause kkami has turned as lazy as u n hyunjin

u have this feeling but instead u just tell hyunjin u gotta pee :P

newsflash: u didnt n as soon as u got up, boom, theres ur water breaking and running down ur leg

“it feels gross.”

ur literally whining about ur pants while a baby is coming out of ur ... hooha 😳 n hyunjin is freaking out

he’s rushing around the rooms n making sure everything is in the bag and nothing gets left behind

last thing on his mind is changing ur clothes

though he does, putting u in his baggy sweatshirt and a pair of his shorts

hes freaking out lets be honest the thought of u giving birth is fuckin scary

hyunjin is so out of it and spaced out while ur cool n talking normally with pauses everytime theres a contraction

“aish, why are you so worried? i’m the one that should be worried!!”

ur not cool after an u hit the four hours in labor mark

u do not want to be t o u c h e d

touching u is off limits ur so sweaty n ur body feels like its crumbling u cannot deal with someone holding ur hand or holding u

hyunjin just sits there

hes kinda in a different realm while he stares at the clock on the wall

hes so ready to meet the baby but apparently ur body was exactly 4 centimetres not ready :(

hes just trying to distract u by talking with the boys n his other friends, all of the face timing to talk to the parents to be 🥺

yall r wrapping up a call with jeongin when u have the built up pressure feeling again

he doesn’t even explain to jeongin hes so quickly to hang up n ask u whats wrong

“i— it feels like i have to push.”

he’s already pressing the pretty lil white button on ur bed for the nurses n doctors

they confirm that u indeed r ready to push and that the baby is in position

hyunjin trying to take a peek WHAT A WEIRDO

yall hearing ur baby has a head full of hair and u just give hyunjin this look

like WTF no wonder why u had so much heartburn its because of ur fuckin rapunzel baby daddy

here comes the cries, loud n u just heard the quietest sob from beside u which was hyunjin

“it’s a baby boy, congrats!!”

his lil puppy baby boy 🥺

he had a lil pout like his daddy n his brown locks on top of his head

it was kinda creepy how similar they looked

anyways u dont care ur lil boy is p e r f e c t and nobody could dare tell yall different

u would disagree anyways because thats ur lil pouty baby boy n hes so cute 🥺

“we got a pretty good break-up story right? one for the books.”

he’s got baby boy in his arms bundled up but that doesn’t stop u from smacking his arm before kissing him quickly

“yea, we do.”

©️ maysdiors 2020 :: all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[ozzy-bozzy]

okayyy so heres another vent fic :))) as always w these, they get a bit specific or personal this was written in 1st person bc m goin through it tonight but this helped a bit. Also theres a lot of wasted water in this so read at u own risk

tw. depression themes, quick mention of drowning, supportive loving boyfriend Langa, lots of water was wasted in the writing of this fic bc i needed comfort

I played with my fingers, watching them make ripples in the surface of the water. The bathroom was silent aside from the slight sloshing in the tub, my clothes feeling heavy as they clung to my skin. My phone vibrated on the sink counter from the texts I’m sure Langa was sending me, but I didn’t have the energy to reach up and check to confirm my thoughts. All I could do was sink lower into the tub, my nose just about to touch the surface.

Part of me regretted getting in a full tub with all my clothes on, but another part of me didn’t care. I just couldn’t care at all tonight. My brain felt like it was stuffed full of cotton and my thoughts were heavy. I wished I could just detach my head and leave it on the counter for the night so I could be free for a mere couple of hours, but I knew I was just stuck with it. The invitation I had sent Langa was a spur of the moment and I didn’t think he would actually respond or agree. Or at least I assume he agreed, I set my phone down after that and disconnected from reality. That’s about when I got in the tub.

The water was warm and gave some semblance of comfort, but mostly just served as a reminder the world was waiting for me once it got too cold to manage. I kinda wanted to fall asleep in the tub, but I knew that would be a bad idea. Not only would I most likely drown, I would probably get sick, too.

The jiggle of the doorknob brought my attention to the door, Langa peeking through the crack in the doorway. When he saw I wasn’t naked, he stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him. He was mildly concerned from the random texts I had sent him, and seemed even more concerned seeing me sitting in the tub, fully dressed,

“Why are you wearing your clothes in the tub, are you okay..?” He kneeled down next to the tub, draping his hand over the edge and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, cupping my cheek. I just shrugged in response.

“Do you … do you want help out? Or drying off? Maybe getting ready for bed? It’s pretty late..” he trailed off, checking the time on his phone. 1:34 am…

“No, I’m okay”

“Are you?”

“No”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No”

“Okay, maybe I find something to distract you with then?” I nodded and he rolled up his sleeve, his hand finding mine in the water, holding it tightly,

“I was thinking we could maybe hang out this weekend?”

“...I guess, I don't think I have the energy to do much though. Like mentally”

“We don’t have to do anything. We can spend a whole day cuddling if that makes you happy”

“Like shower or change or anything”

“I don’t really care, I still want to spend time with you”

“I don't know why” He sighed, bringing our joined hands up and kissing the back of my hand,

“You know I don’t care how badly you may smell or how little you’ve slept, or how much you may cry, I still want to spend time with you”

“I wouldn’t even want to spend time with me, Langa. And you know that”

“I do know that, and I also think your insecurities and depression are getting to you tonight and making your brain feel empty and so, so very full. I want you to know I’m here for you though.”

I looked down away from him and felt my chest start to get heavy. He squeezed my hand and I could feel a tear start to slip down my cheek,

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry baby…”

“I just wish I could stop thinking. I don’t want to exist anymore but I don’t want to die. I just want to pause everything until I’m ready for life again”

“Well, we can’t… do that, exactly.. But I can help you find some solutions to your problems so you don’t have to put mental energy towards them anymore”

“I’m so tired of being given solutions. It feels like nobody feels the same even though I know you understand, everyone just immediately starts to offer solutions and I never get to feel anything” He sighed, and after a pause, he looks up with a shine in his eyes,

“Let’s feel then”

“What?”

He gestured for me to get us and helped me stand, the sound of the water dripping from my heavy, soaked clothes into the water hurting my ears as Langa started draining the tub before standing up straight and telling me to stay put while he left the bathroom. I stood in the no longer quiet bathroom, starting to lightly shiver as the water pooled at my feet started to drain away. I felt more tears fall from my eyes and some catching on my eyelashes. I can hear Langa rummaging around outside before the door softly creaks open and he slips in, holding an extra towel and my speaker,

“There’s already a towel in here you know”

“I know, I just went and put your bigger ones in the dryer for a bit so we could go get them when we finished and we won’t be super cold”

“Oh… what are we doing..?” He just smiled and turned the speaker on, finding a playlist and placing his phone on the counter next to my own with it open, ready to play. I continued to stand there, my clothes still dripping and still very heavy on my body. He turned the shower on, adjusting the water to be nice and hot before cupping my cheeks, holding the showerhead away from hitting me while the water heated up,

“You look beautiful” He whispered, and I just leaned into his touch.

Once the water was warm enough, Langa shuffled the playlist and brought the speaker closer, setting it on the edge of the tub. He stepped into the tub with me and I watched as his clothes started to get soaked from the direct contact with the water. He just had a soft smile as he continued to look at me. Pulling me against him, I felt the warm water hit my clothed skin and slowly warm me back up, Langa’s embrace helping. Langa readjusted us, pulling me down to sit with him on the floor, pulling me into his lap, and tugging the shower curtain closed. The shower was significantly darker, and as the shower water rained down on us I felt weirdly comfortable curled into his arms. The music from the speaker helped my thoughts clear up and sort my emotions out.

“Is that better?” I paused to think, and yeah, it was better. I didn’t feel so empty inside and I just felt more..sad. Which was much more manageable and strangely comforting.

I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes to keep water from getting in them, nodding softly,

“Good. If you need anything tell me, but in the meantime, just relax and feel what you need to feel, okay?”

We sat in the shower for who knows how long, nearly passing out multiple times. Once we felt the water start to run cold and we were tired of the feeling of wet clothes hanging on us, we turned the shower off and Langa slipped out of the bathroom to grab the towels from the dryer as I stripped myself of the soaked clothing. He helped me dry off, and I helped him. He then helped me get ready for bed and I curled back up to him in bed after he sent his mom a text so she wouldn’t worry in the morning.

I don’t know how tonight would have gone had I not texted Langa, but I know for sure it wouldn’t have ended as nicely as it did, and I wouldn’t be going to bed content with the state of my mind and feeling like I was since Langa was there.

wc. 1377

playlist i listened to while writing this

[imaginesofeverykind]

Ask; ‘You absolutely know what’s up!!!! Ben and Diego are my favs aaaa!! Could you maybe write a kiss/cuddle headcanons for them’ OKAY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH FFS Thank you for blessing my day with this ask 😭😭😭 I also added in hugs bc i said so 💕✨

How They Kiss and Cuddle; Ben Hargreeves

[For the sake of because I said so, we goin pretend Ben ain’t dead] LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME YOU DONT FUCKING LOVE HIM 😭🥺

Ben is such a fuckin sweetheart and we all damn well KNOW he cherishes intimate moments like this between the two of you.

His hugs are THE BEST, because not only do they fill the two of you up with absolute joy; Any occasion, no matter how upset or either of you may be, hugging him is instantaneous comfort, warmth and safety.

We all know Ben cares deeply a lot about not just his siblings but also those he cares about, so cuddling him is appropriate on every fckn occasion.

- On the couch; you guys be cuddled in the corner, his arms around you and you leaning into his side.

- In the kitchen; even in the presence of everyone else discussing things, he would be leaning up against the counter with his arms wrapped around you while you lean on him.

- In bed; you two alternate between big spoon and little spoon because that’s just how you two do things. It hella cute 🥺🥺

- At dinner or just out; you sit on his lap because it's what? Comfy, cute and warm.

While he doesn’t shy away from being publicly affectionate, he saves the little kisses and small moments like that for just the two of you.

There's A LOT of kissing, and it's not always connected to any sexual connotation, more so tiny pecks of affection because he cares about you and wants you to never forget it.

Most often than not they are the most chaste and quick little pecks, but when kisses you on the lips it's like cuddling with him but x10000 better. If your cuddling AND kissing then woah mama we got a fucking feel train leaving the station. *choo choo*

He’s so at tune with you that he knows his boundaries around you, he’s got you down to an absolute T and you aren’t sure whether that's embarrassing for you or incredibly sweet.

Goodbye kisses are the absolute worst for both of you because it means you’ll be apart but there isn’t a whole ass day that man ISN’T thinking about you.

Fck I just love Ben so much Im finna cry.

How They Kiss and Cuddle; Diego Hargreeves

Strap in we got a lot to unpack here omg

Diego will fucking fight to the death if it meant keeping you out of harms way, this man cares so much about you it be kinda scary sometimes.

He is emotional as FUCK, like he wont admit it but we all fucking know how emotional this himbo is and if you think he isn’t the one to come to YOU for hugs; you are sorely mistaken.

Regardless, hugging Diego is like you are non-verbally telling him he’s safe, he’s home and he’s [going to be] okay.

If theres a moment where you don’t hug him, he’s immediately onto it, he knows something is wrong and will annoy the absolute fuck out of you until you tell him whats wrong.

Cuddling Diego is such a raw and intimate moment, he is so vulnerable in this moment and he chooses to let you in because he cares so hard and so deeply for you. Being such an emotionally volatile person [cheers reggie], he finds it really hard to trust easily, but cuddling is the ultimate ‘I trust you, you make me feel safe and I care about you’ from him to you.

Mans is little spoon, if you disagree [You are a coward]

Oh man OH MAN, kissing Diego is something that you look forward to considering it's mostly far and few inbetween outside of it being just the two of you. But it's okay, he’s busy being walmart batman and you’re busy being you.

When he comes home after vigilante business, you will patch him up and gently kiss his wounds, knowing that he absolutely adores that [even tho he is a coward and won’t say it].

Tired morning/night/bed kisses are a MUST; ALWAYS

I would like to formally announce my love for this himbo idiot, I hope he’s doing well.

[writingsbychlo]

i dont know if you use tiktok a lot but theres this trend where girlfriends / wives walk in on their men playing video games or doing whatever buttass naked... how do you think dylan and his characters would react to that? (not fiming it for tiktok obviously)

you guys, I seriously had so much fun writing this.

Stiles

Sending another snap to the girls, you typed furiously at the screen, each of their bubbles lighting up at the bottom with speech bubbles as they all typed, equal sounds of irritation from all of them.

[Lyds 💋 - it’s saturday. there’s nothin goin on. whats he doin???]

[Alli  🏹 - if that was isaac he’d be begging for forgiveness by now.]

[Ki ⚡- you brought him lunch!!! and he didn’t even kiss you?]

[Me - he grunted a vague thx in my direction.]

[Lyds 💋 - unacceptable. we’re girls. we demand kisses. & equal pay.]

[Mal 🍕- u should get naked. stiles is weak to sex.]

[Me - that might acc work. he really is, it’s almost embarrassing.]

[Ki ⚡- omg, I rlly bet that would work.]

[Lyds 💋 - if he won’t give u attention, u have to take it. the only way.]

[Alli  🏹 - wait pls film his reaction. Isaac wants to laugh too.]

[Mal 🍕- I could use a laugh, I'm pretty bored too.]

You giggled at the idea, the girls blowing up the group chat as they encouraged you to do it, and you headed away to the bathroom, stripping your clothes down and folding them neatly, before slipping Stiles’ flannel up over your arms, holding it closed for modesty as you began the video.

You grinned into the mirror, before turning the video around and dropping the item to the ground so they could see it. Filming ahead of yourself, you took several steps forward, your hand on camera pushing open his door, and you called out to him.

He simply hummed in response, not even bothering to turn around, and you flipped him off behind his back, knowing Isaac and Allison would get a kick out of that part, before you sighed loudly. “Fine, I guess I’ll go be naked downstairs, then.”

“Wait, what?” The man spun around, the marker dropping from his lips as he finally tore his attention from the crime board before him, his eyes widening as he looked at you, his eyes scanning over you appreciatively and he let out some noise between a growl and a moan, before he finally met your eyes. “Are you filming me?”

He didn’t even give you a chance to reply, a smirk on his face as he paced across the room toward you, crushing the phone and your arms between you both as he backed you into the wall, his hands cupping your face so he could land his lips on yours in a hot kiss. Lifting your finger from the record button, you hit send, dropping the device to the floor and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Grunting into your mouth, his hands skimmed down to your thighs, scooping you up from the ground as the continual chimes of the group chat receiving messages faded into the background, your back meeting the mattress.

Stuart

You sighed, moving around the bathroom as quietly as you could. You knew Stuart was in a work call, he’d told you so himself. His group was doing some big project lately, and you were trying your best to stay out of his way as he worked.

You had run your bath, bubbled decorating the surface as the colours from the scented bath bomb swirled in the steaming water, the scents of berries and vanilla filling the room as you tied up your hair with the scrunchie from the counter. Catching sight of the back of the door you noticed the hooks hanging empty of towels, and you turned, glancing to the shelves, only to see them empty too.

You debated just leaving it, but you had no idea how much longer Stuart would be in this call, it had already been almost four hours and when you’d passed by your bedroom half an hour ago to run a bath, it hadn’t sounded like he was anywhere near finishing. You had already thrown your clothes into the hamper, and you knew all the fresh towels were in the basket in your bedroom.

Groaning, you peeped around the bathroom door, noting Stuart sitting up against the headboard, laptop balanced on his lap and he didn’t even look up to see you, earphones plugged in as he occasionally talked and added his say to the group, and you decided it was safe.

The bedroom as far colder than the bathroom, goosebumps running over your skin and your nipples hardening at the contrast, your feet soft on the carpet as you stayed out of view, bending over to dig through the basket, snatching two towels from the stack and standing straight, turning around. Stuart’s eyes were fixed on you, or more precisely, where you had been bent in half to gather your towels. Dragging his eyes up along your body, he looked like he was almost drooling, and he swallowed thickly, dark gaze meeting yours.

Holding his microphone to his lips, he cleared his throat, not even bothering to look back tot he screen as he mumbled an excuse to them all; “Uh.. yeah, sorry guys. I have to go.. do something. Bye.” Clicking ‘hang up’, he yanked his earbuds out, discarding the device and the wires to the desk as he stumbled over his feet toward you, your eyebrows raised, a sly grin on his face.

“So, I’m a something now.”

He groaned, his hands sitting on your bare waist as his fingertips dug into your flesh. “You’re absolutely everything, sweetheart.” With that, he spun you around, snatching the towel from your hands and pushing you back onto the bed.

Thomas

The buildings around paradise had certainly come a long way since the small fabric tents they had been in the beginning. Small huts had been crafted from wood, and soon stones had followed up on the walls, washed up on the beach and chipped from the rocks until cabins with real rooms and walls had started to be crafted.

When you had woken up, the bed had been cold, and muffled voices from the main room of your home disturbed your peace, making you stir in the sheets, rolling over with a quiet groan and shielding your eyes from the morning sun rays. Wrapping the thin sheet blanket around your body, you got to your feet, running a hand through your messy hair and shuffling from the room.

Thomas saw you first, his smile lighting up the second he saw you and the blond he was talking to paused in his chatting, turning around to greet you as you moved through the small home, fishing an apple from the bowl of fruit on your counter. Thomas wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side and placing a sweet kiss to your lips, bumping the tip of his nose against yours.

“Good morning, Tommy.” You teased, biting into your apple and wiping the edge of your mouth on the back of your hand to gather up the excess juice. “Mornin’ Newt.”

“Good morning, love. Sorry to interrupt your morning, I figured you both would have been up by now.” You blushed, Thomas smirking as he squeezed his arm around your waist tighter, the loud crunches of your apple being consumed sounded out as your boyfriend chuckled.

“We had a late night.”

You slapped at his chest, shaking your head as your cheeks heated up, and you peeled yourself away from his side, shaking your head at him fondly and leaning up to press a kiss to Newt’s cheek as you wandered on past, chucking the apple core into the small bin in the corner of the room as you left, and the boys picked their discussion back up. With a cheeky grin, you paused in your room as you looked at the bare bed, before a smirk took over on your face.

Sticking your head back out of the door to peep at your boyfriend, his eyes caught yours over Newt’s shoulders, a single brow raising as you winked at him, stepping out into the room to stand before him, Newt’s back still to you and he had no idea what was going on. You watched as your boyfriend’s jaw tightened, his eyes as wide as saucers when he watched you let go of the handful of material that was holding the cover-up wrapped around you. The fabric dropped to the ground, baring your nude body to him and you licked over your lips slowly, biting down on your bottom lip and disappearing into the bedroom as his jaw fell slack.

“Newt, I love you, man, but I need you to get out. Like, right now.”

Dave

Both you and Dave had decided to stay on campus for spring break. Your family wasn’t really expecting you home, and Dave’s mother and sister had gone to Disneyland for the break as a treat to Stella, and Dave really didn’t feel like spending two weeks surrounded by screaming children and standing in queues for hours on end.

Never when Dave had started college did he think he’d be this happy by his spring break. He’d started as a heartbroken freshman after Aubrey had dumped him weeks prior to his first-week beginning, and he certainly never expected to end up dating one of the hottest chicks he had ever seen, from the most popular sororities on campus.

The two of you had settled on hanging out in his dorm over spring break. His roommates were out, but a couple of the girls had also stayed behind, and so you wouldn’t quite have had the privacy at the house you did here. Dave was on his third day of lounging in his sweatpants and playing videogames. He had a pizza menu ready beside him, and his head popped up in your lap as you played with his slightly grown out hair, your phone buzzing in your hands every so often as you played with the hair under the band of his headset, running your fingernails over his scalp soothingly as he hummed under his breath at the feeling.

“Dave, I gotta’ go.” You spoke quietly as not to interrupt the flow of chatter going on that you could hear coming from the ears of his headphones, and you eased yourself out from under him, the boy groaning as he turned to look at you, brows raised as his focus left the shooting taking place on the tv screen.

“Where you goin’?”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you stood up from the bed, stretching out and brushing the wrinkles from your pyjamas. “I’m going out with some of the girls today, I’ll be back later.” He pouted, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips to placate him, a smile on his face when you pulled away.

“Okay, have fun. I’ll miss you.” You grinned, and you could hear the teasing coming from the other end of the headphones, excessive amounts of kissy-noises and declarations of love sounding out as Dave scoffed and told them all where to stick it, and you rooted around in the drawer he’d cleared for you to put your weeks worth of clothes in. Selecting the matching black set with the pretty yellow and white daisies on, you tossed it onto the bed, searching for a pair of shorts when Dave cleared his throat, his eyes wide as he held up the bikini bottoms from one finger, and he raised his brows. “What’s this?”

“It’s a bikini. It is spring break, we’re going to the beach.”

You shrugged, finding the shorts you wanted and pulling them from the drawer, and Dave hummed, clearing his throat and gripping the material tightly. “So, you’re going to be all wet, and half-naked, and tanning, and half-naked and did I mention wet?”

You laughed loudly at his words, and he shoved the headset down from his ears as the boys on the other end went wild, and you nodded, fishing the suncream from your bag and waving it at him teasingly. “I’ll be all moisturised and soft and shiny, too.”

“Fuck.” He mumbled, and you giggled, shaking your head and putting the bottle back in your bag, before peeling your shirt up over your head, dropping your sleep shorts to the floor and picking them up, a growl sounding beside you as Dave watched you, jaw slack. “Guys I’m tapping out, turns out I’m going to the beach.”

Within seconds he’d logged off, and he was tossing the controller and the headset away to the floor. “You’re coming to the beach?”

“Yeah, but first you’re cumming right here, at least twice, so get over here.” You shook your head at him, his body flopping back into the bed as you squealed, crawling up his body as your lips met his.

Mitch

Mitch was busy working, on all his important case files, hunched over his desk as he did his best to get through his jobs as quickly as possible. He’d finished his assignment three days early, and he was hoping that if he could get all the reports and briefs finished in time, that would give him a whole extra week of holiday off with you, a week he could spend cooking with you, and holding you, and fucking you senseless.

Unfortunately, since you hadn't been expecting him home, you had dinner plans with the girls and your dress was staring at him from across the room. A slim maroon number with spaghetti straps and a slit in the thigh, a pair of sleek black heels and a leather jacket to match. You were in the bathroom, and he had long since heard the hairdryer go off after your shower, and so he knew you were doing your makeup.

Around half an hour ago, your ringtone had snapped him out of his daze, and as much as he had tried to refocus, your sweet voice was muffled from the other side of the door but he could make out a few words, and he was still staring at the page on his computer, only four new lines having been added in thirty minutes. When the door finally clicked open, the smell of your perfume drifted out into the room, and Mitch’s mouth went dry as he looked up at you from his desk.

Your skin was shining and inviting, freshly moisturised and shaven, your hair falling in loose curls down your back, perfect spirals that bounced with each movement you made and your makeup was flawless. Your lips were painted a dark-red colour, the exact matching shade of your dress and it only made them look plumper and more inviting, and Mitch leaned back in his seat, legs splayed open as his cock twitched interestedly in his sweatpants, your naked body on full display for him as you held your phone to your ear and chatted away, unaware of the effect you were having on him.

Standing from his seat, he came up behind you as you fished through your drawer for some underwear, and he swiped your hair from your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your bare skin as his other hand came up to pluck the phone from your hands, lifting it to his own ear and ignoring the sounds of your complaints.

“She’s going to be thirty minutes late, sorry girls.”

Before you could protest, he’d hung up, a smirk on his face as he dropped the device tot he carpet and spun you around, planting his lips on yours and you sighed against his mouth, your arms slinging around his neck, giving in to the affections. His tongue teased at your lower lip, his own hands sliding down to palm at your ass in groping handfuls.

“Only thirty minutes then, huh?”

“Well, I’ve got to save the main event for when you get back, you only get a taste before you go out, because if I really got to have my way with you, there’s no way you’d be stable in heels. You wouldn’t be able to walk properly.” He hummed, pecking your lips and scooping you up under your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Give me my sneak preview then, hotshot.”

Sam (1920′s)

With a grin, you wrapped the red coat tighter around your body, nerves flooding your body as you watched the familiar beaten up truck of the man you loved beginning to make the way down the pathway through the fields toward your shared home. Sam had been having a tough time lately, this week had been a struggle for him, and as Friday night had rolled around, you knew he was looking forward to a weekend of relaxing and resting up, resetting himself and de-stressing in hopes that the next working week would go better.

It wasn’t something girls of your century did, but Sam wasn’t from your century, and he’d always seemed particularly fond of when you were naked. It was a struggle for you at first, you weren’t used to the idea of being nude, you were raised to be a lady and you could never be seen in an undignified way, but everything had changed for you when you’d met Sam.

The large red coat he so often wore was hanging on your body, your hair in loose waves down your back from the style it had been held in all day, and you watched from the top window as Sam pulled up in front of the house, and you dashed around the room and lit candles, pouring out glasses of the special occasion wine you had deemed appropriate to crack open.

The door opened and closed, and you heard Sam kicking off his shoes, locking the front door and making his way upstairs. You met him at the top of the stairs, a soft smile etching onto his frowning features as he looked up at you, before his brows were furrowing as he looked at you, his eyes scanning along your body and you shuffled nervously under his gaze. “Hey, doll. You look as pretty as ever.”

He took the final steps up, placing a sweet kiss to your lips and you returned the gesture, before splaying a hand out on his chest and taking a step back. With a deep sigh, you grinned up at his as boldly as you could, before releasing the hand the was holding the coat closed and the material fell open, your body exposed to him and his breath hitched in his throat. “Prettier, now?”

“You’re naked.”

“Yeah, I thought you deserved a nice surprise.” He beamed up at you, looking happier than he had all week and he pushed the coat from your shoulders, groaning as it fell to the floor and he smoothed large hands over your hips, pulling you in close to him, his lips brushing yours.

“I’m so in love with you.”

“I also opened a bottle of wine.” You teased, and he groaned under his breath, dipping down to scoop you up bridal style as he carried you toward your room.

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

FIC: Past and To Come

She had a pounding headache.

Her table in the study did not have the space for the books upon books upon books she had to keep cross referencing between, and had moved down to the coffee table and across the entirety of the couch for this task, sat crosslegged and spinning about between the tomes laid upon the coffee table, propped up against the back of the couch and across the seat cushions of the couches themselves as she worked back and forth between them all.

This was a nightmare.

Half the books were in other languages - French, Latin, German or that freaking horrific precursor to modern English where the F’s were S’s and half the words ended in E that shouldn’t. Canterbury Tales her fucking ass. Which required over four different translation dictionaries, ont top of the books themselves. The other half were just so contrasting in their work that she found herself rubbing at the aching throb in her forehead.

Jo had her head resting on the coffee table when she heard the noise, brows furrowed in pain at the sounds as four heavy dog footfalls and two lighter human ones entered the room.

Nana barked happily, rushing past the other to bound up to her mom - wet dog nose pushed in against the back of Jo’s neck between her hair as she huffed a warm puff of moist dog breath.

“Hey girl, yes yes, good girl, Mommy loves you, yes now shhh.” Jo murmured as she leant up from the coffee table, leaning back into the couch as the giant dog pushed it’s way into her lap, sitting taller than the blonde woman as it yipped twice before quieting down.

She could hear the other moving about the room, and the flicking of some pages that she couldn’t see over the fluffy dog to follow as Grey moved to look over what she was doing.

“Demon case, Jo?”

“Kinda..” She shrugged a shoulder even though the movement was lost in the size of the animal curling up atop her. “Bobby called me into research duty before we decide to call for Sam’nDean.”

“Anything I can help with?” Grey asked, she thought he sounded earnest but she couldn’t be sure as Jo pushed at the fluffy fur covering her face. When she tried to turn to look at him, Nana moved her head and practically smothered her, getting a quiet huff of a laugh. She could hear his own laugh as well, smiling softly at it while she waved a hand from under the furry mass.

“Nana..Nana, bubba, gerroff Mommy, c’mon up girl. Go to Daddy, gerroff, go, go to Daddy, baby.”

Grey whistled sharply when Jo’s pleas didn’t work, and the dog leapt out of her lap with another happy bark, running about his legs as Jo pushed herself up to her feet again to avoid another smothering. “Go on, Nana, go check your food bowl. Dinner? Go look for dinner.” His tone was sweet as he babied the dog, rubbing her head as she looked between him and the doorway before bounding off towards the kitchen; while Grey moved to hold a hand out to help Jo up. “So, what demon you looking for?”

“Some yellow-eyed dickbag seemingly.” Jo brushed off the dog fur from her shirt, waving it a bit before tucking the ends back into her skirt as she looked up at the other. “I know Sam’nDean’s family got wrecked by one; but this is the first heard of one since so Bobby’s wantin’ to be sure what’s goin’ on before we let the boys know.”

“Ah..” Grey picked up one of her books, flipping through the pages and reading a few passages despite it being one of the Latin ones. “Any luck working it out?”

“There’s too many fuckin’ demons!” She practically cried, staring at him angrilly at how easy he was reading the book but most of it being misplaced from just how many different versions and lore and stories of demonology there were. Half of them disagreed, and there were some names listed in some and not in others. Jo had found Azazel, the last one that had tormented the Winchester’s, burnt down the Roadhouse and killed Ash all those years ago, in one of the books but not all the others. “Fuckin’ lyin’ assholes the lot of them, I’m sure. Fake names and bullshittery in half these goddamn books.”

Grey paused in his flicking, reaching out the hand that had been turning the pages to tuck her hair behind her ear and press a kiss to her throbbing temple. If she didn’t know better, she’d think that the pain vanished for a second at his lips on it, before coming back as he pulled back and sat the book back down where he’d picked it up from.

“Well, if you’re having trouble, maybe you could ask Amon for some help.”

“What? I can’t ask the wolf-”

“Demon.”

“Fine, I can’t ask him for help, I don’t speak wolf!”

Grey laughed at her words, fingers stroking through her hair again as he pulled her in for a hug as her stomping her foot in frustration.

“Well, maybe you don’t but I’m sure he can help. I mean, he’s listed in that book, and possibly some of the other’s too.” He murmured into her hair as he stroked the strands, Jo leaning into the feeling and resting her pounding head against his chest. It was so warm and soothing. “I bet you can work out...someway to talk to him, if I can’t be there to translate for some reason.”

“Why are you so smart?” She mumbled the words, burrowing into him with a smile. Theres a full three minutes before Jo unwraps herself from him, smiling up at his encouraging look before nodding. “Okay, okay fine. Could you get me some painkillers and a drink while I finish some readin’?”

“Sure thing,” Grey smiled back at her, planting another kiss on her temple as he let go of her. “Fajitas for dinner in an hour?”

“I fucking love you.” Jo grinned so widely it almost hurt as she shuffled to position herself back where she had been, hands wrapping around the book he had been reading and fingers sliding into place to keep the page open where he’d left it as she sank into her spot again.

She found herself smiling even wider as the look on Grey’s face as she looked at him over the top of the book as he returned the sentiment likewise and headed out of the room for the medicine cabinet.

Jo waited to start reading again, picking up her phone and playing a few rounds of Tetris until after Grey had stopped in with her pills and a glass of water before heading back to the kitchen - the sound of Nana’s quiet huffing and shuffling about the food bowl where she was fed making a metallic ringing sound on top of the quiet voice she could hear singing and the sounds of cooking starting up - and waited for the throbbing to die down before opening the book up again.

It didn’t take her long to find the entry for her boyfriend’s friendly demon pal’s entry. She’d thought she may have to go digging for it, what with the first page of that section saying there were seventy-fucking-two demons in that part of the classification. But there he was... number seven. Lucky number seven.

What did take her some time was to believe what she was reading.

That the giant wolf that would appear and disappear at random, checking up on the pair of them, trying to avoid but never reacting with more than a snarl to their now grown fluffy puppy, that had worked with her years back when Grey had been in so many different dark, troubled spots, that had let her scratch behind his ears and occasionally participated in the odd game of fetch when she was trying to train Nana; that that giant wolf was a fucking Marquis of Hell.

She found herself reading the passage over and over and over again, not really paying any attention to anything around her as her own pup entered the room and clambered into the free arm chair, brown eyes watching her for any sign of acknowledgement and getting now. Jo was absorbed in it, brows furrowed as she tried to shake the feeling that she’d just been completely and utterly fooled by a fluffy exterior.

A fucking Marquis of Hell if The Lesser Key was to be believed. The strongest of the princes above all others if Johann Weir was to be believed. Able to see the past and the future, to procure love, to smooth and mend friendships or break them apart. Harl even added some rot about answering excorism calls and drowned souls.

Flicking back and forth between the different texts, Jo’s headache was back with a vengence by the time Grey called her for dinner, and even spicy chicken fajitas that they each compiled for themselves where she could practically put as much meat and cheese and sour cream and guacamole as she wanted didn’t help much.

“So, uh... Marquis of Hell?” Jo asked quietly after swallowing her latest mouthful, looking across the small kitchen table expectantly. “Were you ever goin’ to mention that?”

“Is it really that important?” Grey asked in reply, biting into his own wrap and swallowing after a minute before adding quietly. “He’d said he didn’t want it broadcast about the place. Something about it being dangerous for me, and now us, to have that news out. I just didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can see how that might not be a big deal to you!” Jo scrunched up her face at the shrill, high pitched tone that came out, a sharp throb in her temple that she tried to get rid of with a sip of water. He’d finally gotten her to break her soda addiction, but damn if she didn’t think she needed a Coke and Jack right now. “But alright, I believe you. Do you think he’ll know anythin’ about which yellow-eyed demon might be about causin’ trouble? Or which demon has yellow eyes these days since Dean killed Azazel?”

Grey shrugs a shoulder at that, chewing thoughtfully at his own fajita before nodding his head. “Perhaps. He’s usually pretty good at knowing what’s going on in Hell these days.”

“Do you know if he’s ‘round at the moment?”

“Jo... You can’t wait until after dinner?” Grey’s look as he raised a brow at her made Jo flush, looking down at her own plate and starting to compile another wrap without another word on the topic. He worked so hard to make a nice meal, and here she was talking demons over the dinner table. “Other than this, what are you up to this week?”

Jo laughed at his query and the pair broke off onto other topics as they slowly finished their meal, Nana crawing about under the table waiting for the odd dropped scrap to reach the floor for her. After dinner and a movie, and quite a bit of kissing and groping and cuddling, the pair headed off to sleep without the topic coming up again.

The next morning as Grey kissed her goodbye on his way off to follow up on a skinwalker in a small town nearby, Jo spotted the dark black wolf curled up under the shade of the shed out back when she remembered the revellation from the night before.

Pouring herself a coffee, throwing back a few painkillers to ward off the relooming headache at the concept, Jo grabbed up the Latin book and translation book before heading out the back door. Nana barked happily as the pair headed into the sunshine, and the lively dog ran about the back yard, frollicking in the sunshine and chasing butterflies as they floated up from the overgrown grass.

The blonde could see the demon’s head lift up from where it rested on his front paws, and Jo found herself blinking at the bright yellow eyes staring her down as she approached.

Amon appeared to sit up a little, raising into a seated position on his back legs as Jo moved to pull one of the old wooden deck chair nearby and sat down herself before turning the front of the book to the other’s perusal.

“So, uh... Amon.. Hi.”

The wolf tilted it’s head to one side, then the other, before appearing to nod to her. Jo bit back a laugh as she shuffled forward to perch on the edge of the chair, flipping the pages open to the old designed sketch under his title.

“Is this supposed to be you?” She asked, pointing to a detailed drawing of a half wolf-half snake with sharp teeth. There was a pause as the wolf raised itself to it’s feet fully, padding towards her before sitting again. He seemed to pin the drawing and the book with a careful look before his wolfish head nodded again.

Jo nodded in response, turning the book to flick through a few pages before turning the section describing the context of the demons listed throughout that part of the book. Turning the page back to the other, she waits as he appears to read - a fucking reading, goddamn demon wolf! - the page before turning his attention back to her face with what she’d almost think was boredom before he let out a huff of a growl.

She shrugged a shoulder at the growl, figuring it to be his asking her ‘So?’. “So, you great lug - why the fuck did none of you tell me?”

That got a growl, deep from within the demon’s throat as he tilted his head at her again, ears flat against his skull and teeth bared a little bit.

“Oh no, don’t you go gettin’ pissy with me! I am a fuckin’ hunter for godsake! I’ve had friends over to this house wit’ you around, and not once did you or Grey think it important to tell me one of the fuckin’-” Jo’s rant was cut off where she was just getting started as a large black paw came out of nowhere, pressing hard onto the book and pushing her backwards without warning into the back of the chair. Squeaking at the force, she blinked back at him as the teeth came dangerously close to her face before the demon-wolf stepped back off of her. Clearly her tone and anger weren’t appreciated.

“God dammit, fine!” Jo hissed back as the wolf remained close, his breath hot and sticky where it hit her cheek before she got control of her tone and pitch again. “Fine, I’m not.. Like, just why on earth didn’t I get told about this?”

The demon-wolf seemed to pause over the question, before he let out a huff and wagged his head back and forth non-commitally. This was not going well, but that could be a question for another time.

“Okay, movin’ on from that - then could you tell me do you know any demons with yellow eyes that are still active?”

There was another huff. Louder, and the tone seemed a lot more amused than angry or frustrated like the other. Jo frowned in response as Amon pinned her with a look, the jowl of his lips curled up almost in amusement as he blinked at her. Blinked those big yellow unnatural eyes.

Jo swallowed a lump in her throat that came from a laugh that died in it. “Huh.. I... are yours the same in a human body?” There was a nod, and she found herself shifting backwards further into her chair as the demon shuffled in it’s position. “Are..you the only one?” This time there was a shake of the big dark head, which helped let her breath out. “Do you know how many there are?”

That got a wet, wolfish nose pushed forward against her hand that was flattened upon the book. Frowing, Jo opened it and held a page open. “Is one listed on here got them?” There was a huffed noise, a slight shake and then the nose was against her hand again. “What the fuck does that mean?” Groaning, she turned the book towards him, and flicked a few pages, raising a brow at him. “How ‘bout you stop me when I get to the right page?”

After a few pages, the nose was on her hand again, and turning to look at it, she saw that it was back on the first page, that page that outlined the contents of the Ars Goetia. “What the fuck does tha-” Jo’s eyes blew wide, staring at the demon as it gave another huff and pressed his nose back to her hand. “I... do you mean...that all seventy-two are...yellow?” This time there was that non-commital noise again, but also a nod of the bark head.

Groaning, Jo rubbed her free hand over her face before staring back at the bemused looking demon-wolf. Rubbing her face again, she pinched at the bridge of her nose. “Okay... Can you help me figure out which demon..if any of these, it is that we’re lookin’ out for?” The wolf gave another huff before nodding once, settling back down into a seated position a few paces back from her as Jo collected herself.

“Well, Bobby’s said it’s somethin’ like a siren with people fallin’ in love like idiots for the one person; but that it’s not the yellow-eyed fu- uh demon.” Jo corrected herself at the slight snarl that started forming on the demon’s wolfish face, shrugging her shoulder apologetically at him before the other resettled and nodded for her to continue.

“Also, supposedly there have been summonin’... triangles? Not circles, involved. And there’s been a few, uh, people torn apart by-” Jo shuddered a little, tripping over the words and pressing her free hand against her stomach where her own tears were etched upon her skin. “-by hellhounds with rings and sticks on them?”

Amon stood up from his sitting position for a moment, pacing back and forth as if considering her words before letting out a loud howl. She pressed her hands to her ears as the sound reverberated in the small shed, and she could hear Nana’s own barking responding from outside before the wolf sank back down. He appeared to nod again, one large paw jerking out and patting twice upon her book before looking back up at her. “You...think you know who it is?” The wolf nodded, and Jo fumbled with the book to open back up to the page of the opening descriptions, before turning the page back to the other.

“So, is it, uh Bael?” There was a shake of his head, and as Jo flipped the page, she looked down at him with a from. “This could take a while, couldn’t it?”

All she got in return was a huff and a lick of the wolfish lips, her own mouth pulling into a self-depricating smile before they both turned their attention back to the book. It might take a while with the communication issues, but she knew she would get the help she needed eventually.

[mellifxuous]

I NEVER MADE THAT FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL POST AND HERE IT IS THE END OF THE SECOND WEEK AND I STILL HAVNT DONE IT AND IM IN THE MIDDLE OF WATCHING AVATAR AND YALL THESE VISUAL EFFECTS ARE KILLER BUT ANYWAY IG THIS IS THE END OF MY SECOND WEEK POST. So i decided to stay in act prep bc we’re doin college stuff in second semester and i wanna stay for that stuff bc its gonna be about like scholarships and applications and all tht good stuff and im glad i stayed bc were doin this college and career project and it made me realize that i really wanna be a visual effects artist instead of an animator like i wanted to be since like 7th grade. theyr like basically the same job but visual effects artists get to work w greenscreens and props and go travel and take pics for inspiration and then go animate them later but animators have like a solid desk job and theyre always sitting down and im not into that. And plus if i become a visual effects artist then i get to animate the stuff like transformers and avatar and make pretty backgrounds like lord of the rings and make flyin dragons and be a part of big movies so im here for tht. and the college i chose to research is like an art college in seattle bc they have a study abroad program and i love rain so like seattle is the best place plus my cousins live on an island in washington so theyll be close too and the school is so pretty. also this has nothing to do with it but i saw on like the school statistics that theres a 18% somethin asian population out of the like 3000 kids that go there and idk why but recently ive been liking asians and not even the korean or lightskin asians but like filipinos and tan asians bUT ANYWAY yeah so i’ll probably apply to that college even if i end up not goin there. So dance teams first football game was Thursday and it was rlly fun except the heart attack i was having bc i thot i was gonna be late and i didnt want to be the person that makes the whole team run bc i was the late one but i got there and i wasnt the last person to show up so i was so relieved. OHMYGSIS WHEN WE SWITCHED SIDES FOR HALFTIME I LOOKED UP INTO THE BLEACHERS AND I SEE JUSTIN CALEJA OR HOWEVER U SPELL IT BUT HE WAS THERE AND I SAID WOW. Also somthn really cool was we got at the highschool at like 6 before the sun went down and that highschool didnt have mountains or anythn near it like palo does so the team like watched the sunset together and it was sooo pretty like there was this one huge puffy cloud and it was like purple and orange and yellow and it was like the best thing and everyones legs were hurting bc the game lasted like 3 hours and we had to stand up in our squad lines the whole time n be prepared to dance whenever they made a touchdown or anythin but its okay bc i love the ppl kim put me next to and when we werent dancing and just had to stand there in position we all talked and made jokes and it was such a good time n JENIN WAS TALKING ABOUT THE PLAYERS NUMBERS AND AND SHE STARTS TO RALLY AND GOES “Lets go number 9!!!” AND DEADASS NUMBER 9 WAS ON THE BENCH HE WASNT EVEN PLAYING AND IT WAS SO FUNNY AND EVERYONE WAS DYINGI I HAVNT LAUGHED THAT HARD IN A LONG TIMe. our next game is on wednesday and its at palo this time which means we have to remember 10 dances instead of 5 and i hope i can remember the order they go in bc kim said shes gonna switch ppl out of the front line if they dont know the dances well and i dont wanna be switched out no thanks but its HARD when ur in the front line bc you dont have anyone to look at if u forget the dance but the back line can just watch us dance and then catch on if they forget odjshdhs that just means i needa practice the dances a ton and i dont have tiem for dat😩 thers not much else that went on in the two weeks im tryna think of stuff. Justin stamaria sang to me in korean today and it was just like rlly funny bc he switched seats with the dude who sat next to me so he could charge his laptop and we talked a lot and he has a nice voice but he does weed brownies so no thanks. oh and the new kid charlie from virgina is half japanese i found out but anyway he talked to me in the gym bc he wanted to know if ms jonsey was in the locker room and i said idk i didnt see her but then kim came out and saved the day and i said k bye. hes like cute and tall but we dont have english togethr anymore bc he switched out so like ill prob never talk to him ever again. Ohs key club tho theres so many asians idk why all the asians just decide to join key club but the first meeting was thursday and it was in a portable and there were SO MANY PEOPLE literally people were sitting on the floor and standing up and sharing laps like the portable was so packed i didnt know that many ppl could fit in there. BUT thers a lotta cute dudes so HEYEYEYE. Oh charlies in key club too i forgot u kno mayb i will talk to him agen someday. charlie, Justin stam, and julian lee are the cute ppl that i recognize but thers cute ppl that i dont know and i think key club is gonna be lit this year. Yall my schedule is so packed this year like on tuesdays i got dance practice till 4 and then tevakanui at 7 and some wednesdays i have football games from like 6-10 and then thursday is key club and more football games and fridays and Saturdays are gonna be competitions when comp season comes around and thats not even counting all the volleyball and basketball games were gonna do bc we havnt gotten those schedules yet but on top of that i need to fit in all this crap homework and my dad still wants me to bake 4 batches a week and i need to make time for key club events so i get my 50 service hours and i need to find time to finish my art portfolio so i can send it in on time bc i only have 1 PIECE BUT I NEED 24 AND wHEN WILL I GET TIME TO HANG W FRIENDS OR SIT DOWN AND WATCH A MOVIE OR SMTHN. dang i went from like doing nothing last year to busy busy busy busy busy this year but u know what im gonna do it i gotta take action and get everythin done on time my gpa depends on it im tryna graduate w honors yall dreamworks is waiting for me. ITS LIKE 2:30 Ive been writing this for an hour and its so long but thas fine this is like writing in a journal but typing. anywho i guess ill try to sleep now bc my eyes hurt but i kinda also wanna read and also wanna finish my movie but also needa like text ppl but ill prob do tht tkmorrow bc its so late and theyll be liek wth.