Four Times Taemin Was Sleepy and Once Onew Was Glad He Wasn't [R]
Title: "Four Times Taemin Was Sleepy and Once Onew Was Glad He Wasn't"
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut
Pairing: OnTae, side!MinKey if you squint
Rating: R
Words: 2600~
Warnings: "It's so fluffy I could die!", mentions of buttsecks.
A/N: Dedicated to theslashbunny from the prompt "sleepy Taemin and OnTae cuddles".
Summary: Taemin likes sleep. He also likes Onew.
1.
"No~" wailed the lump under the blankets as SHINee's leader attempted to rouse their youngest out of bed.
"I don't want to wake up, hyung, just let me sleep..." Taemin murmured, his voice further muffled by the fact that he slept like a toddler and therefore was curled up with a pillow, his blankets tucked tightly around and covering him from the harsh light of day. Onew just sighed, rolling his eyes slightly and shoving the blanket pile lightly to try and force Taemin out of bed.
He understood why their maknae was tired; they all were, and it was because of the intense schedule they'd been keeping while trying to make their mark in Japan and meanwhile keep their popularity high in Korea. Between variety shows, concerts, trips abroad, and performances day and night, all of them were feeling stretched a little too thin. He wished he could allow Taemin his extra few precious minutes of sleep, but if he slept any longer he'd miss breakfast and go through their busy day hungry...and none of them, especially Taemin, needed to skip any more meals.
"Taemin-ah...wake up, please? Key made us breakfast, and we even have those little sausage things...you like those, remember," he murmured in a voice more suited toward lullabies than being Taemin's personal alarm clock.
"Hyung, please...just five minutes?" came the whimpered reply, to which Onew sighed again and patted the blanket-lump, walking to the door and turning off the light before leaving.
When Taemin woke after a nice extra fifteen minutes of sleep, he found on the bed opposite a plate full of breakfast foods, with an extra few sausages that looked like they'd been taken from someone else's plate.
2.
The boys of SHINee were elated, but exhausted. They'd spent the day preparing for their concert that evening, and as far as Onew was concerned it had been well worth the anguish. The concert was a huge success--he'd literally been moved to tears by the immense support from their fans--and now they were piling in the van to head home. Key and Jonghyun were side by side and singing loudly in the middle seat, with Minho on Key's other side just shaking his head at their antics, and he and Taemin had been exiled to the back seat because according to Jonghyun they were "killing the buzz". Onew didn't see what the problem was, really...Taemin was tired, he was tired, and they wanted to rest and bask in the joy of having their first concert go off as such an epic success.
Taemin was leaning against Onew's shoulder, eyes half-closed and mouth hanging slightly open as he breathed slow and steady breaths. Onew sometimes liked to listen to the youngest's breathing, like hearing it could comfort him because he'd know Taemin was still there beside him. He lifted a hand to stroke the maknae's hair gently, running his fingers through the soft, bleached locks and smiling at how the corners of Taemin's mouth seemed to turn slightly upward as if he was dreaming pleasant things. The youngest shifted slightly, moving to lay down across the bench seat with his head in the leader's lap. Onew just smiled down at him, staring at his angelic features before glancing out the window at the lights of Seoul as they made their way back to the dorm.
Later, he would ignore his protesting muscles and Minho's offers of help and would carry Taemin from the van all the way to their room, removing his shoes and picking confetti from his hair before tucking him in with great care. He knew he didn't have to; he could have woken the boy up so he could get ready for bed, but he figured their maknae would appreciate the extra few minutes of rest Onew's help had brought him.
3.
It had been another long day of work for the group, and as usual Taemin was the first out of the van heading back to their dorm. He hurried up the stairs and stood by the door, bouncing impatiently as he waited for Key to come unlock it. Unfortunately, said rapper wasn't in any hurry as he was much preoccupied with scolding both Minho and Jonghyun for kicking the back of his seat on the way home. Onew simply reached into the fuming umma's coat pocket, grabbed the key, and walked upstairs so at least some of them could go inside.
"Here you go, Taeminnie," he said with that trademark 'eye smile' of his as he opened the door and watched the maknae rush inside. No sooner had he made it inside and removed his coat and shoes than a now pajama-clad Taemin rushed back to his side.
"Thanks, hyung," said the sleepy-eyed boy cheerfully. Onew just shook his head: none of them knew how Taemin could change clothes so fast. It took him ages to peel off all the layers of their costumes and get into normal clothes, but somehow the maknae defied the laws of physics and could get into pajamas in the amount of time it took most people to put on socks. Jonghyun had even taken to calling him a "quick change artist".
"Hyung," Taemin called and promptly brought Onew out of his reverie. "Come here, please..."
Onew nodded and walked back toward the bedroom, blinking slightly when he saw that there was a t-shirt and pants already laid out for him on the edge of his bed; from Taemin's beaming smile he didn't have to wonder who put them there. As he began the process of changing, he saw from the corner of his eye that the maknae was standing between his bunk and Onew's bed, biting his lip slightly and looking like a lost puppy or something. Sighing softly, Onew just nodded and pulled his t-shirt on over his head.
"It's okay, Taemin-ah...you can stay with me tonight if you like."
Sometimes after a long day of schedules, the youngest wouldn't want to sleep in his own bed. He said it was because he could tell when he was going to have nightmares, and Onew didn't have the heart to question his logic or to tell him that it was doubtful that he could predict his own dreams. He'd just allow Taemin to sleep in his bed for the night, so he could keep the nightmares at bay.
As they lay curled up together, bodies entwined and breath slow and steady, Onew would just smile and wonder if Taemin enjoyed the nightmare prevention nights as much as he.
4.
Plane rides bothered some people and scared some people senseless. Onew, however, happened to love plane rides. Not because it was up high, or because it was a fun and convenient way to travel, or even because of those neat little packets of pretzels they gave out. No, he enjoyed plane rides because it gave their group a chance to relax without anything to do. Key liked to read on the plane, with Minho's head laying on his shoulder so he could follow along as well. Jonghyun liked to throw bits of paper napkins into unsuspecting passengers' hair. Taemin liked to sleep through the flight as much as possible.
Onew just liked to watch.
He realized that probably made him a total creep, the fact that he loved watching his dongsaeng sleep (or do anything, really), but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care. Taemin was adorable when asleep, somehow even more so than when he was awake. There was just something about his face, the way he relaxed completely and looked like nothing in the world could bother him. Well, other than being woken up.
Onew sometimes liked to wake Taemin, because despite the fact that he loved watching him sleep he also liked having someone to talk to and laugh with and he was not going to risk napkin-hair by sitting near Jonghyun. But when he tried to wake the maknae, he would always feel a bit guilty afterward. Taemin cherished his sleep, and being awake before he absolutely had to be was like a crime to him. He would whine about being sleepy, pout in that way that Onew just hated but simultaneously adored, and turn to face the window so he wouldn't be bothered again.
As their plane touched down in Moscow, Onew reached over and stroked the maknae's cheek gently. "Taemin-ah...time to wake up. We're here," he murmured and leaned over to place his chin on the boy's arm, right next to his face.
He nearly fell into the aisle laughing when Taemin woke up and practically jumped out of his skin at the surprise of having his hyung's face as the first thing he saw upon waking.
5.
Days off were rare, so when they got one everyone had grand ideas for what they should do. Key thought they should take in a musical, Minho suggested going to a soccer game, Jonghyun wanted to make plans with Se-Kyung, and Taemin seemed content to linger around the dorm. Onew, despite his mild interest in the soccer game, said he could use some down time as well and would be staying home.
Jonghyun left in the early afternoon, eyes alight with joy as he rarely got the chance to plan anything special like a date. Minho and Key departed soon after, both holding pre-ordered tickets for the evening show of a production of "Legally Blonde". Onew was sitting on the sofa reading one of their fan-given Death Note manga, mouthing each word slowly and carefully as he read. So absorbed was he in the story that he didn't even notice another presence in the room. He didn't hear the footsteps that approached him slowly and quietly, like those of some feral feline about to pounce. He definitely didn't see Taemin until it was too late--the book was taken swiftly from his hands, and the maknae positioned himself gingerly in his hyung's lap. Onew looked up after a moment, blinking in surprise at the younger boy's bold actions.
"Uh," he said as if that made all the sense in the world and could clearly communicate his feelings. He couldn't really say much else: it wasn't every day that he was put in an awkward position by his best friend and dongsaeng sliding into his lap and straddling him like a...well, like a stripper. At least, that's what came to mind when he looked up and saw Taemin in a way too big t-shirt that hung off his shoulder and a pair of tight black pants that had so many pieces ripped out that they were barely held together. 'Oh dear God...' he thought and swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, still staring like some creep at the suddenly different Taemin.
"Uh what, hyung?" asked Taemin in an almost purr, his smirk widening as he leaned in closer and wrapped his arms around the leader's shoulders lazily. "Looks pretty good, don't you think?"
Onew just nodded slowly, his brain struggling to take in the situation. Taemin was dressed in what could only be described as a rather sensual ensemble. Taemin was on top of him. Taemin was smirking. Taemin had basically just used a recycled version of the age-old pickup "like what you see?".
His body understood much better than his brain, or at least it was much quicker in forming its conclusions and reacting accordingly. Great...now he had two problems to deal with, and he still hadn't answered Taemin's probably-rhetorical question.
He never got the chance to answer as suddenly a pair of soft pink lips met his own and all hope for any cognitive process was lost. Onew groaned slightly and reached up to tangle his fingers in the younger boy's yellow hair, eyes sliding shut and reciprocating the kiss as if it was totally natural to be making out with someone four years his junior (and barely legal) while the rest of their group was gone. Oh God, what if they came back sooner than expected? What if they found them and thought he was taking advantage of Taemin? Was he taking advantage of Taemin?
"D-Door," he stammered as soon as the younger pulled away for air. The pressure of Taemin in his lap left him, and for a moment he felt frustrated with its absence. His frustration was short-lived, however, as after a mere like five seconds the maknae came back and settled atop him once more.
"Taemin-ah, I thought you wanted to rest today..." he murmured as his hands slowly moved to stroke the boy's sides, sliding down to his hips where the thumbs traced gentle circles into the fabric of his grey tee. It wasn't that he was complaining--he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't enjoying this--but he was still puzzled as to why Taemin suddenly wanted this, wanted him.
"We can rest after you fuck me," came the uncharacteristically blunt statement from the teen's lips, which Onew quickly claimed with his own; who knew that Taemin talking dirty would be such a turn on? He slid his hands around to the small of Taemin's back, pulling him closer against his body as his kiss-swollen lips trailed kisses down the maknae's neck and collarbone.
"Taeminnie," he groaned as he felt the dancer's lithe hips roll against his own. He couldn't take this kind of temptation, he was only human...his hands moved quickly from the boy's hips and attempted to undo the ridiculously tight pants, needing this to progress faster so he could at least keep a little of his sanity. He slid the pants down Taemin's thighs, blushing like a naïve teenage girl when he discovered that there weren't any underwear to remove. The maknae stood for a moment and slid his pants off the rest of the way, stepping out of them and staring at Onew expectantly. It was almost funny, the fact that Taemin could look like he was judging him even when he was standing there in nothing but an oversized tee. Onew finally got the hint though, and after a few seconds he was equally bare and once again treated to the pleasure of having Taemin crawling into his lap.
This was wrong in so many ways, or at least that's how everyone would see it if they knew, but he didn't care one bit. He wanted this, and if Taemin was ready and willing then who was he to deny him?
Their first time was awkward, though much of the awkwardness could be attributed to Onew and his naïveté when it came to matters of sex. Fortunately--perhaps frighteningly--Taemin was capable of helping him out in that department. He almost felt guilty, like he was making the younger do all the work as he just sat there and enjoyed the show...but oh what a show it was. Watching Taemin shifting up and down on his lap, back arching at a graceful angle, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as he moaned and told him (much to his embarrassment) how great it felt. Seeing him fall apart, biting his lip till it bled and gripping Onew's arms enough to bruise...it was all too much to handle, and soon enough Onew found himself laying back on the sofa with his eyes shut and a content, sleepy Taemin curled up in his lap.
An hour later he would wake, carefully move Taemin to his bed, clean him up and dress him before sliding into bed beside him. He would pull the sleeping angel into his arms and smile as he cracked one eye open, and would finally relax as he felt Taemin nuzzle happily into his neck.
A/N: Awkward sort-of smut is awkward! :DDD and I'd say "I hope theslashbunny likes this" but I already printed it out and handed it to her so HA I know. >___> Okay, no more posting this early in the morning. Jeez. Anyway, hope everyone else likes this as much as I liked writing it. <3
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut
Pairing: OnTae, side!MinKey if you squint
Rating: R
Words: 2600~
Warnings: "It's so fluffy I could die!", mentions of buttsecks.
A/N: Dedicated to theslashbunny from the prompt "sleepy Taemin and OnTae cuddles".
Summary: Taemin likes sleep. He also likes Onew.
1.
"No~" wailed the lump under the blankets as SHINee's leader attempted to rouse their youngest out of bed.
"I don't want to wake up, hyung, just let me sleep..." Taemin murmured, his voice further muffled by the fact that he slept like a toddler and therefore was curled up with a pillow, his blankets tucked tightly around and covering him from the harsh light of day. Onew just sighed, rolling his eyes slightly and shoving the blanket pile lightly to try and force Taemin out of bed.
He understood why their maknae was tired; they all were, and it was because of the intense schedule they'd been keeping while trying to make their mark in Japan and meanwhile keep their popularity high in Korea. Between variety shows, concerts, trips abroad, and performances day and night, all of them were feeling stretched a little too thin. He wished he could allow Taemin his extra few precious minutes of sleep, but if he slept any longer he'd miss breakfast and go through their busy day hungry...and none of them, especially Taemin, needed to skip any more meals.
"Taemin-ah...wake up, please? Key made us breakfast, and we even have those little sausage things...you like those, remember," he murmured in a voice more suited toward lullabies than being Taemin's personal alarm clock.
"Hyung, please...just five minutes?" came the whimpered reply, to which Onew sighed again and patted the blanket-lump, walking to the door and turning off the light before leaving.
When Taemin woke after a nice extra fifteen minutes of sleep, he found on the bed opposite a plate full of breakfast foods, with an extra few sausages that looked like they'd been taken from someone else's plate.
2.
The boys of SHINee were elated, but exhausted. They'd spent the day preparing for their concert that evening, and as far as Onew was concerned it had been well worth the anguish. The concert was a huge success--he'd literally been moved to tears by the immense support from their fans--and now they were piling in the van to head home. Key and Jonghyun were side by side and singing loudly in the middle seat, with Minho on Key's other side just shaking his head at their antics, and he and Taemin had been exiled to the back seat because according to Jonghyun they were "killing the buzz". Onew didn't see what the problem was, really...Taemin was tired, he was tired, and they wanted to rest and bask in the joy of having their first concert go off as such an epic success.
Taemin was leaning against Onew's shoulder, eyes half-closed and mouth hanging slightly open as he breathed slow and steady breaths. Onew sometimes liked to listen to the youngest's breathing, like hearing it could comfort him because he'd know Taemin was still there beside him. He lifted a hand to stroke the maknae's hair gently, running his fingers through the soft, bleached locks and smiling at how the corners of Taemin's mouth seemed to turn slightly upward as if he was dreaming pleasant things. The youngest shifted slightly, moving to lay down across the bench seat with his head in the leader's lap. Onew just smiled down at him, staring at his angelic features before glancing out the window at the lights of Seoul as they made their way back to the dorm.
Later, he would ignore his protesting muscles and Minho's offers of help and would carry Taemin from the van all the way to their room, removing his shoes and picking confetti from his hair before tucking him in with great care. He knew he didn't have to; he could have woken the boy up so he could get ready for bed, but he figured their maknae would appreciate the extra few minutes of rest Onew's help had brought him.
3.
It had been another long day of work for the group, and as usual Taemin was the first out of the van heading back to their dorm. He hurried up the stairs and stood by the door, bouncing impatiently as he waited for Key to come unlock it. Unfortunately, said rapper wasn't in any hurry as he was much preoccupied with scolding both Minho and Jonghyun for kicking the back of his seat on the way home. Onew simply reached into the fuming umma's coat pocket, grabbed the key, and walked upstairs so at least some of them could go inside.
"Here you go, Taeminnie," he said with that trademark 'eye smile' of his as he opened the door and watched the maknae rush inside. No sooner had he made it inside and removed his coat and shoes than a now pajama-clad Taemin rushed back to his side.
"Thanks, hyung," said the sleepy-eyed boy cheerfully. Onew just shook his head: none of them knew how Taemin could change clothes so fast. It took him ages to peel off all the layers of their costumes and get into normal clothes, but somehow the maknae defied the laws of physics and could get into pajamas in the amount of time it took most people to put on socks. Jonghyun had even taken to calling him a "quick change artist".
"Hyung," Taemin called and promptly brought Onew out of his reverie. "Come here, please..."
Onew nodded and walked back toward the bedroom, blinking slightly when he saw that there was a t-shirt and pants already laid out for him on the edge of his bed; from Taemin's beaming smile he didn't have to wonder who put them there. As he began the process of changing, he saw from the corner of his eye that the maknae was standing between his bunk and Onew's bed, biting his lip slightly and looking like a lost puppy or something. Sighing softly, Onew just nodded and pulled his t-shirt on over his head.
"It's okay, Taemin-ah...you can stay with me tonight if you like."
Sometimes after a long day of schedules, the youngest wouldn't want to sleep in his own bed. He said it was because he could tell when he was going to have nightmares, and Onew didn't have the heart to question his logic or to tell him that it was doubtful that he could predict his own dreams. He'd just allow Taemin to sleep in his bed for the night, so he could keep the nightmares at bay.
As they lay curled up together, bodies entwined and breath slow and steady, Onew would just smile and wonder if Taemin enjoyed the nightmare prevention nights as much as he.
4.
Plane rides bothered some people and scared some people senseless. Onew, however, happened to love plane rides. Not because it was up high, or because it was a fun and convenient way to travel, or even because of those neat little packets of pretzels they gave out. No, he enjoyed plane rides because it gave their group a chance to relax without anything to do. Key liked to read on the plane, with Minho's head laying on his shoulder so he could follow along as well. Jonghyun liked to throw bits of paper napkins into unsuspecting passengers' hair. Taemin liked to sleep through the flight as much as possible.
Onew just liked to watch.
He realized that probably made him a total creep, the fact that he loved watching his dongsaeng sleep (or do anything, really), but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care. Taemin was adorable when asleep, somehow even more so than when he was awake. There was just something about his face, the way he relaxed completely and looked like nothing in the world could bother him. Well, other than being woken up.
Onew sometimes liked to wake Taemin, because despite the fact that he loved watching him sleep he also liked having someone to talk to and laugh with and he was not going to risk napkin-hair by sitting near Jonghyun. But when he tried to wake the maknae, he would always feel a bit guilty afterward. Taemin cherished his sleep, and being awake before he absolutely had to be was like a crime to him. He would whine about being sleepy, pout in that way that Onew just hated but simultaneously adored, and turn to face the window so he wouldn't be bothered again.
As their plane touched down in Moscow, Onew reached over and stroked the maknae's cheek gently. "Taemin-ah...time to wake up. We're here," he murmured and leaned over to place his chin on the boy's arm, right next to his face.
He nearly fell into the aisle laughing when Taemin woke up and practically jumped out of his skin at the surprise of having his hyung's face as the first thing he saw upon waking.
5.
Days off were rare, so when they got one everyone had grand ideas for what they should do. Key thought they should take in a musical, Minho suggested going to a soccer game, Jonghyun wanted to make plans with Se-Kyung, and Taemin seemed content to linger around the dorm. Onew, despite his mild interest in the soccer game, said he could use some down time as well and would be staying home.
Jonghyun left in the early afternoon, eyes alight with joy as he rarely got the chance to plan anything special like a date. Minho and Key departed soon after, both holding pre-ordered tickets for the evening show of a production of "Legally Blonde". Onew was sitting on the sofa reading one of their fan-given Death Note manga, mouthing each word slowly and carefully as he read. So absorbed was he in the story that he didn't even notice another presence in the room. He didn't hear the footsteps that approached him slowly and quietly, like those of some feral feline about to pounce. He definitely didn't see Taemin until it was too late--the book was taken swiftly from his hands, and the maknae positioned himself gingerly in his hyung's lap. Onew looked up after a moment, blinking in surprise at the younger boy's bold actions.
"Uh," he said as if that made all the sense in the world and could clearly communicate his feelings. He couldn't really say much else: it wasn't every day that he was put in an awkward position by his best friend and dongsaeng sliding into his lap and straddling him like a...well, like a stripper. At least, that's what came to mind when he looked up and saw Taemin in a way too big t-shirt that hung off his shoulder and a pair of tight black pants that had so many pieces ripped out that they were barely held together. 'Oh dear God...' he thought and swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, still staring like some creep at the suddenly different Taemin.
"Uh what, hyung?" asked Taemin in an almost purr, his smirk widening as he leaned in closer and wrapped his arms around the leader's shoulders lazily. "Looks pretty good, don't you think?"
Onew just nodded slowly, his brain struggling to take in the situation. Taemin was dressed in what could only be described as a rather sensual ensemble. Taemin was on top of him. Taemin was smirking. Taemin had basically just used a recycled version of the age-old pickup "like what you see?".
His body understood much better than his brain, or at least it was much quicker in forming its conclusions and reacting accordingly. Great...now he had two problems to deal with, and he still hadn't answered Taemin's probably-rhetorical question.
He never got the chance to answer as suddenly a pair of soft pink lips met his own and all hope for any cognitive process was lost. Onew groaned slightly and reached up to tangle his fingers in the younger boy's yellow hair, eyes sliding shut and reciprocating the kiss as if it was totally natural to be making out with someone four years his junior (and barely legal) while the rest of their group was gone. Oh God, what if they came back sooner than expected? What if they found them and thought he was taking advantage of Taemin? Was he taking advantage of Taemin?
"D-Door," he stammered as soon as the younger pulled away for air. The pressure of Taemin in his lap left him, and for a moment he felt frustrated with its absence. His frustration was short-lived, however, as after a mere like five seconds the maknae came back and settled atop him once more.
"Taemin-ah, I thought you wanted to rest today..." he murmured as his hands slowly moved to stroke the boy's sides, sliding down to his hips where the thumbs traced gentle circles into the fabric of his grey tee. It wasn't that he was complaining--he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't enjoying this--but he was still puzzled as to why Taemin suddenly wanted this, wanted him.
"We can rest after you fuck me," came the uncharacteristically blunt statement from the teen's lips, which Onew quickly claimed with his own; who knew that Taemin talking dirty would be such a turn on? He slid his hands around to the small of Taemin's back, pulling him closer against his body as his kiss-swollen lips trailed kisses down the maknae's neck and collarbone.
"Taeminnie," he groaned as he felt the dancer's lithe hips roll against his own. He couldn't take this kind of temptation, he was only human...his hands moved quickly from the boy's hips and attempted to undo the ridiculously tight pants, needing this to progress faster so he could at least keep a little of his sanity. He slid the pants down Taemin's thighs, blushing like a naïve teenage girl when he discovered that there weren't any underwear to remove. The maknae stood for a moment and slid his pants off the rest of the way, stepping out of them and staring at Onew expectantly. It was almost funny, the fact that Taemin could look like he was judging him even when he was standing there in nothing but an oversized tee. Onew finally got the hint though, and after a few seconds he was equally bare and once again treated to the pleasure of having Taemin crawling into his lap.
This was wrong in so many ways, or at least that's how everyone would see it if they knew, but he didn't care one bit. He wanted this, and if Taemin was ready and willing then who was he to deny him?
Their first time was awkward, though much of the awkwardness could be attributed to Onew and his naïveté when it came to matters of sex. Fortunately--perhaps frighteningly--Taemin was capable of helping him out in that department. He almost felt guilty, like he was making the younger do all the work as he just sat there and enjoyed the show...but oh what a show it was. Watching Taemin shifting up and down on his lap, back arching at a graceful angle, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as he moaned and told him (much to his embarrassment) how great it felt. Seeing him fall apart, biting his lip till it bled and gripping Onew's arms enough to bruise...it was all too much to handle, and soon enough Onew found himself laying back on the sofa with his eyes shut and a content, sleepy Taemin curled up in his lap.
An hour later he would wake, carefully move Taemin to his bed, clean him up and dress him before sliding into bed beside him. He would pull the sleeping angel into his arms and smile as he cracked one eye open, and would finally relax as he felt Taemin nuzzle happily into his neck.
A/N: Awkward sort-of smut is awkward! :DDD and I'd say "I hope theslashbunny likes this" but I already printed it out and handed it to her so HA I know. >___> Okay, no more posting this early in the morning. Jeez. Anyway, hope everyone else likes this as much as I liked writing it. <3