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meltwonu · 4 years

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random irl drama that's been eating me this week 😩 sorry for my lack of activeness this week its really been a week yall omg

also d-2 is i n c r e d i b l e

jfhksdhf dramas under the cut cuz its long and boring but like,,,

anyway so I have this friend, lets name her Lila, and her friend Sarah. they had a bit of a falling out a couple months ago bc Sarah kept berating Lila and calling her names and just overall being really mean and awful to her. I think Sarah even flirted with a guy that Lila had a crush on just to piss her off like TLDR IDK IF I COULD EVEN CALL THEM FRIENDS????

but anyway Lila is kind of a pushover and ive told her time and time again to not put up with it and stand up for herself esp when Sarah is calling her awful names and basically telling her that she’ll never be as good as she(Sarah) is. so like I, against my will, got involved bc Lila kept coming to me crying abt how awfully Sarah was treating her so I told her point blank she needed to cut Sarah out bc it obv was too toxic of a ‘friendship’ and it was very obviously eating at her.... so like she listened? and cut her off and she was genuinely doing so much better without her and she started making new friends and her demeanor just changed for the better and I was really happy for her. also Sarah was saying shit like ‘I know Lila is gonna come crawling back to me anyway’ which is fucking ???? disgusting????

anyway fast forward to like a week or two ago I noticed that Lila was kind of being weird and I knew she had a twitter so I went to look at it and SHE WAS TALKING TO SARAH AGAIN AND KISSING HER ASS, MUCH LIKE SHE WAS DOING BEFORE!!! all the while Lila was coming to me like “im so miserable, my “friend” is making me feel like trash” MEANWHILE I already knew she was fucking talking about Sarah the entire time and I just... im disappointed ykwim

I was talking to my other friend who was like ‘maybe its a different detached kinda friendship this time’ and its shaping up to be the same toxic friendship as before and im just DISAPPOINTED and Lila’s been coming to me all week just telling me how shitty she feels bc “her friend” (she hasn't said its Sarah but I know it is, she just keeps saying “my friend”) is making her feel like garbage by berating her again and I'm honestly like drained???? ykwim?? I dont want to hear this shit from Lila anymore bc I tried to help her before and now I just dont want any hand in it bc its clear that even if I yelled at her to treat herself better she just?????? doesn't seem to want to and I know we’re still under lockdown technically and everyone's trying to find shit to do but this is not it, sister.

and im like emotionally and mentally drained from having to hear Lila complain abt this bitch every damn day and im so tempted to just call her the fuck out for running back to that bitch and telling her I dont want to hear her shit anymore im just TIRED OF IT YALL

#irl drama #yall I dont even know

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idk-loving-kpop · 5 years

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Hi, hope you’re doing well! 😊👋🏻 I was wondering, what are your thoughts are on Western vs Eastern astrology? Which do you prefer to use? Which do you think works better with synastry? Or should people use both? Also, I was kinda curious,, what’s your Western and Eastern signs? 👀

im-sleepwalkingg

Hi, I am doing well physically ...BUT Mentally exhausted & emotionally drained ...

Easy question 1st ...

Eastern Sign: Horse

Western Signs: I am pretty much a Libra all around ... *lol*

Sun, Moon, Mercury, & Venus are all under Libra

Mars - Gemini

Jupiter - Leo

Saturn, Uranus & Neptune - Capricorn

Pluto - Scorpio

Lilith - Sagittarius

N Node - Aquarius

Rising Sign or Ascendant sign - Pisces

When I first started getting into astrology when I was kid (I have 2 older sister so I started young)... I would use my western sun sign the most. And didn’t know much about other signs. As I got older I started searching & reading up on other forms of astrology.

I personally love Eastern & Western astrology, I always founded fascinating. I know some people take it to the extreme & too much of anything is bad. When I read horoscopes is more as a pass time & just for fun. But when I read the description of a Libra/Horse it is so interesting how close it is to my personality.

In synastry charts techinally your using both. Yes, it looks like most of it is Western Astrology, but Eastern astrology is literally your year of birth. So you kinda need both.

I personally like using both. Because like I said before ... My parents who have been married or almost 40 years are not compitable with their western signs. Mom is Virgo & dad is Gemini. But their Eastern sign is a match.

Also like using both from personal experience .. I have to friends that are fellow Libra ...All 3 of us are sooooooooooo different, but when I start looking at it we all had different Eastern signs. Or when I have bias they tend to be either Libra, Aquarius or Gemini OR a Dog or TIger ... Example my bias from Super Junior is Donghae Libra / Tiger ...

I hope I answered all your questions ... Let me know if you need me to clarify my personal thoughts... Too tired ...

Also I appreciate you asking how I am doing ... And changing up my inbox ...

FEEL FREE TO ASK ME MORE STUFF!!!

#Ask #An actual question for me #Q & A #Q&A

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valcnciv-blog · 6 years

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whats up distinguished guests it’s me nicki w my new demon child VALENCIA who is basically the human embodiment of a black hole. i literally first wrote her for a skeleton rp where she was based off of the color bLACK SO THAT SHOULD TELL Y’ALL SOMETHIN KSDFJDF. i have a pinterest board for the original version of her muse here if y’all want some visuals !

* tw for abuse, violence, TOXIC BEHAVIOR IN GENERAL

( lauren jauregui • 21 • cisfemale ) looks like valencia santillo just moved into apartment 3C! i heard that she is here in los angeles because she wanted to escape an oppressive environment and become a writer but has been struggling – thankfully moreau has taken them in! rumour has it, they can be quite bellicose and mercurial but at least they're vibrant and straightforward, hey? i can already tell they’re going to be the spitfire of the building.

this is gonna b quick bc i know y’all are tired of me JSKDF

basically val is like 5′4 of bloody knuckles, mommy issues, and bde. SHE born and raised in boston massachussetts which is where our story begins !

her mom was a doctor at the peak of her career who had no intention of having a child but ALAS she was stuck with val anyways after not realizing she was pregnant w her on and off again fiance until ‘oh boy are those contractions ?’

suffice to say val had an absentee p.o.s. wall street workin dad and a mom who resented her for taking up so much of her attention rather than letting her focus on her career. she was emotionally abusive towards val from a young age despite val practically raising herself ??? anywho her mom eventually began to get physically aggressive with her once val got older and started snapping back to defend herself and there were several instances where cops were called and excuses had to be made up :/

val never really cared for school since she only liked the weird morbid stuff like war and plague and death so she started playing ice hockey in like the 6th grade and her mom finally started paying attention to her !! like ‘wow ok ur finally worth something to me’ which gave val such messed up self-value issues ? but the sport became val’s life and her whole existence revolved around it, it was val’s sole source of happiness for so long tbh :((

val stuck with it through high school & ended up getting REALLY good and got a scholarship to boston university, where she studied english ( emphasis in folklore ) and sociology. she took her team to their championships her senior year & won but at a huge price bc val got slammed into the barrier shooting a buzzer-beating shot and like demolished 3 fucking vertebrae

and since now val can’t play due to her injury shes a v bitter, v angry, v sad lil bean who was forced to move back in w her mom and that’s when shit got BAD. it was even worse than when she was a kid and her only real escape was putting on her headphones and tucking away into a book

ended up running away to moreau like a year ago after she graduated & recovered enough to be back to normal. she got into a beef with her mom that was so bad she broke val’s nose and that was just it for valencia. val packed her shit into a duffel bag, hopped on her motorcycle, and never looked back. road tripped for like a month through the US draining tf out of her savings account to make it to LA. she wants to be a writer but knows it’s not a career she can make a living off of so she hops from small job to small job while she compiles a poetry portfolio to try and get published

PERSONALITY WISEEEEE

val’s like, super aggressive and imposing and kinda has no filter ?? she’s a v love or hate type person and it’s not unusual for ppl to want to avoid her bc she’s scary JFKSJD. also can be..... really unreliable sometimes she’s habitually late and will legit not show up to her own party bc she forgot she had a dick/pussy appointment that night lmfao she can be the WORST but she’s a loyal ass bitch to her inner circles

she’s a hedonist bc it feels good and bc she’s got the leftover trust fund money for expensive drugs and thats really it. no rhyme or reason. she likes to party so she gon seek out a good time and she’s !!! got a rlly high tolerance for shit so she’ll b out here livin her best life like every night DHFS !

her biggest issue is her unchecked aggression and attachment issues ..... she either doesn’t give a single fuck or she’s violently possessive, there’s very little in between. she gets jealous easily and stirs drama to get her way. also will nOT hesitate to punch a bitch and has a lifetime membership to her local mma gym bc :))) aggression issues im tellin u dfadfa

teeters between absolute apathy and like a calm bubbling rage bc she’s in emotional anguish and feels uncomfortable w kindness bc of her mom and has no concept of how to deal w her emotions but !! shes never learned how to bc shes always been on survival mode her whole life and that’s val !!!

uhhhh she’s a mf gryffindor, works at the local bookstore, her leather jacket and motorcycle are her most prized possessions. also pansexual and polyamorous depending on the situation bc sometimes she’s like ‘yeah i can share’ and other time’s she’s like ‘look at anyone else but me n i will cut u’

I HAVE A BUNCH OF PLOTS I WANT FOR HER SO HMU PLS ON DISCORD OR ON HERE N I’LL HARASS U W MY LOVEEEE

#vi. › — OOC . ⎫#moreauintro #i know all of ur asses are like 'god damn this btch back at it..... RLLY?' KJSJDF

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pepperful-qt · 4 years

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hi boo! just dropping by to see how youre doing! whats up? hows your fish deliveries? i hope theyre doing well. I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL TOO please please please take care of yourself,, ive have a pretty extra rough week HAHAH but so point out a few: a. first thing in the morning the first message i got was someone telling me that they saw someone claimed my art as theirs (i forgot to watermark it), b) my anxiety has been acting up lately hhhhh its really hard explaining to my new friends that its not my fault i need constant reassurance, c) we have finals tomorrow and we have TONS of requirements and assessments due, d) first thing i see on my notifs on tumblr today were hate anons, and e) ill be having my wisdom teeth removed next week and im deathly scared of doctors and dentists. sounds shitty right? sorry, i kinda vented lmao im just really tired. n e way, i hope youre doing better than i am!! please take care of yourself and i hope you've fixed your sleep schedule!! really pumped up for the second cour of haikyuu tho 👀

OMFGGG I'M SO SORRY HOLY SHIT but tbh same‼️‼️this week has been absolute garbage for me as well‼️please don't apologize for getting stuff off your chest that's SO MUCH TOOOOO JFC !! school sucks ahaha im considering skipping my class tomorrow bc i'm behind and my prof was sassy last time and i'm very very emotionally drained so I will leave the call and/or cry if he tests me again but shhh ugh I absolutely hate people that steal work or don't credit 🙄🙄 I don't watermark any of my stuff I like living on the edge ig also I don't care, but fr guys just make your own stuff or credit it's NOT that hard 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 on that note i've never gotten a hate anon either but istg some people get real ballsy behind those sunglasses 🔫 if you're gonna express your opinion like that at least own up to it so we can block you

& about your anxiety I'm sorry it's creeping up again :(( that's super stressful and doesn't help anything ever so I hope your friends have been understanding and not assholes! i've found at least outwardly lots of people are actually understanding but it's also easy to get stuck in your head so I get it!! just breathe bb you got this 💖

the new eps are the only thing keeping me going rn and I'm just gonna throw this week in a pit of lava if you'd like to join‼️😚 sending you a big hug and fluffy blanket w hot chocolate too💙

#fish deliveries agskkgkj #lmfao theres actually been a lot of fish deaths :(( a plague hit my tank #thats just one thing hahah #but really what did we do huh #we don't deserve this ‼️‼️‼️#the upper powers can fuck right off #ty anon lovely!

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thattaekwondoblog · 4 years

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My Martial Arts Story (TKD)

2020.04.26

today i miss my dojang extra... i woke up from a dream where i was supposed to spar but didnt have my dobok?? and one of my instructors handed me a.. dobok skirt?? and i was like? and he was like yeah u right this isnt gonna work sdbsmdfjsdd i dont really ever have tkd dreams (i think bc i usually am always doing tkd) but since i stopped for a bit the dreams are coming out. it made me miss sparring so much :( so below i wanted to talk about my tkd story in more detail. Enjoy!

i've actually always been a martial arts nerd, but moved around/focused on studying too much to commit to one until recently. I was talking to my mom the other day and neither of us can really remember what got me into it. I just remember wanting to be able to defend myself and be/feel strong from a very young age, and i knew martial arts was a way to do that. As a girl I also received a lot of messages that my gender was ‘weak’ and needed ‘protection’, which i really didnt like (it made me hate being a girl for some time). This is why i wanted to try martial arts. I discovered taekwondo when I was around 10 years old at a small dojang in my hometown. I loved the school & the master, who I remember always had a bamboo stick he would play around with when the kids started being rowdy (he never hit anyone, it was just his way to say ‘dont fck with me’ haha). but had to stop going after yellow belt because i was the oldest out of all the kids and i tried to go to adult classes for a while but i remember not liking it because it was ‘too slow’ for me and my mom couldnt drive me to late night classes. I was swimming a lot at the time too (fun fact i almost competed in synchronized swimming as a kid but had to stop due to illness (am totally fine now and it wasnt bad dont worry)).

I didn’t do any martial arts in middle school, and only had brief encounters when i started high school. I dabbled in kick boxing (which i still love) through an intense week long training while i was on holiday with family, and then did a bit of karate, for which sadly i had not such a great experience with the instructor which made me distance myself from the sport. The instructor brought up a heavy personal life event during class and i broke down (what did she expect i was like 15 and that event was really hard). When my mom picked me up, she shook her head to her and said ‘girls...’ in a very demeaning way, as if me crying because she re-awoke trauma was a result of ‘feminine weakness.’ i have not forgiven that person for that comment yet. she shouldn’t be a teacher if she treats students like that in my opinion. High school was very competitive and intense so i focused on studying and didnt really do sports then.

In college I really want to do more martial arts, but the lack of proper clubs or instructors made it difficult. I then went to study abroad in seoul and thought to myself if i dont try tkd again in the literal birthplace of the sport what am i doing with my life. i had good experiences with classes at uni; the two masters i had had very different personalities (one was very outspoken and funny while the other.. you could FEEL the power of tkd when he touched your arm slightly to place it correctly sdhfskdj he was very nice though). I had to stop because i was focusing on my academic projects though.

i then graduated and moved to the city, where finally there were plenty of martial arts opportunities! the first thing i did after moving to the city, even before moving into my apartment, was to visit my current dojang. i audited a class and in my head was like ’oh my god i MUST join them right now give me a dobok let’s GO’. I signed up for classes that day. The dojang master (my dad. my father, the love of my life (in the most platonic way)) was a seoulite (we bonded over that) and realized I hadn’t started my job yet so he gave me a discount, which i felt incredibly surprised by and grateful for. I started lessons the next day. at my dojang beginners usually get 3 private classes at the beginning to get the basics down before joining the group. after my first, the instructor said that i was probably ready to go with the group if i felt comfortable doing so bc i already had basics. i went every day until i moved into my apartment, when i had a mental and physical breakdown and got really sick for a week (like.. i dont remember feeling this weak and sick my entire life).

But thankfully i got better and pushed myself to go to dojang again. and it was hard. it was the summer and i hadnt used my body really in years, if ever at that level of practice. three times a week as Difficult for me, physically. i remember being frustrated that my ego wasnt satisfied haha (i thought i remembered a lot more than i did). but i loved the instructors a ton and practice was a great safe space/stress relief for the other sht that was going on my my life. I do remember that i was ready to graduate from white belt and start feeling better about my moves by the end of that summer (i was pretty frustrated that i couldnt do higher level moves, though mostly at myself).

i finally got yellow stripe and tkd things went uphill from then. i got to know ppl at my dojang better, started to go to practice more progressively. I got my yellow belt and decided then that i wanted tkd to always be in my life as much as possible. I started going to practice every day or almost every day. my tkd friendships were developing, there were small disagreements too but overall i fell more and more in love with my instructors, the dojang master (again, my dad) and the sport. we laughed so much, sweat so much, lived well.

after green stripe, my self consciousness during practice spiked a bit more than usual. this is probs bc my life outside of tkd was stressful and i was looking at my friend fellow tkd members who were higher level more. i wasnt jealous of them, far from it, i just felt small compared to what they were able to achieve and felt bad that the instructor had to stop to explain the technique to me Again. in case it wasn’t clear, i am no prodigy; i learn slowly and with long consistent practice. the two disagreements i had with my closest member friends (two separate very different reasons; we kept things civil on both sides but having to deal with that was a new experience for me so i wasnt great at it haha) didnt help my anxiety shut up during practice. i still kept at it. in january my school has an attendance challenge where you win prizes if you go every day or more than 20 days out of the month. I almost made it, but got really physically tired & kinda sick 3 days before then end of jan and had to miss one session. i was also mentally drained by life stuff so i decided to prioritize grad school applications and did less tkd in february. but that experience of going every damn day was so fun; i realized I needed to do this so much more. if there was a tkd seminar where they send you off somewhere to to tkd for like 3 months i would be down. that is when i realized my love for the sport, and the significant changes in my body that had been occurring over the past months really revealed themselves. i hear you thinking there’s no way i could fall more in love with my instructors but guess what... spending every day with them really made the love Explode dudes. In jan and fed i also really started loving sparring, even though im not great at it.

and then... march came. i got lucky to have been able to celebrate my birthday a few days before they decided to close my state down. at first i was still able to go to my dojang with smaller classes and different format of classes that respected health guidelines, but eventually everything was moved online. during that week of limited classes, i got to hang out with friend members and instructors for what would be, unbeknownst to me, one of the last times. one night after (6 feet no contact) starring, me, 2 friend members who also went very frequently and an instructor had a beer on the mats just talking and chilling. we said that we would do it again the week after. and then the state decided to shut down small businesses. i was helping the dojang transfer their classes to an online format with another student for a week (we two were the members with the highest attendance in the recent times), but then the instructors decided they should not let students come in anymore.

i was angry, i was sad, i was devastated. it was the sound solution to take and all these closings are essential and needed for public health safety, but emotionally i was not ready to let go of the dojang. i was angry at the circumstances for taking away the one thing that i truly loved and kept me going all those months of less than ideal job situation and lost of existential questions. the dojang had been my challenge, my rock, my family. i was especially angry because i had to mourn the loss of it a lot earlier than i wanted; i was already supposed to leave in june of this year. the closer june came the more teary eyed i got when i thought of leaving the dojang, but after the news i had to stop going now... i broke down. i cried so hard and loudly, alone in my room. i realize now it was the first time in my life that i cried because of love. pure, unaltered love. i thought to myself ‘how lucky is it that i felt this amount of love for something and some people’. ive moved a lot in my life but rarely felt sad when leaving a place; i often had made my goodbyes and knew it was just time to go. there were few or no things keeping me back, or i knew i would find those things somewhere else. it was also the first time i had let myself fall in love with something and people only for me. i love studying and learning for example, but when i started doing it it was mostly to make my mom and family happy, not for me. i didn’t feel like i had had a passion that i completely gave in into, a truly ‘me’ thing no one asked me or expected me to do but i just did not to have a better resume or be perceived better by society. until tkd.

now, i am still following online classes but mostly have my own training routine because it’s still hard to deal with the emotional stuff; i dont really do to live classes cause it hurts. it probably sounds strange but ive already done the emotional work of distancing myself to make the leaving less difficult. i also didnt really like the the idea of practicing in my room in front of the camera. seeing the other students on zoom would also make me feel v sad. im slowly getting out of that state of mind though and might start taking online classes again in a bit when i can’t do my regular training routine. im not sure when things will go back to normal but before i leave i will definitely send them gifts and goodbye messages, probably by mail. but yeah as of now i mostly follow my dojang’s videos, do my practice routine, and scroll through tkd tricking videos on instagram to keep motivated.

it’s kind of a sad note to end on but my tkd story does not end here. wherever im headed next I will find another dojang where i will continue to practice. i can only hope it is half as good as the family i found here. and of course now I have this blog! and will continue nerding out about kicking endlessly hahaha.

thanks for reading if you made it this far! you can ask me questions if you’d like! also tell me your tkd story!! its so cool to hear how life lead people to kicking.

#tkd #taekwondo #life story #story #martial arts #kicking #sports #tkd story #me #mind #origin story #lol #taekwondo story #martial arts story #budoblr

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babyshawwn · 7 years

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Moans

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Request: Hey ! Im sorry this one is too smutty but... Okay, can you please make an imagine where, the reader and Shawn fall asleep and in the morning or middle of the night idk, he heard some moans and realise the reader is grinding on him while sleeping and he watch her and don't want to wake her up yet ( cuz he is turned on ) and like after that you can do what you want 😂 OMGG I FEEL SO BAD I FEEL LIKE A PERVERT NO 😭 But yeah like.. if you could please do one 😂 I love all your imagines ! 💋 thanks !

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A/N: I tried, but this was hard.

Moans (Kind of a smut)

“Hey baby” I whispered, as I silently walked into the bedroom.

“Are you awake?” I wasn’t quite sure if she was sleeping or not.

“Mmh” She grunted at my voice.

Okay, so half asleep. I laughed slightly at the sleepy noises escaping her mouth, while kicking my shoes off. She turned around in the bed, rubbing her drowsy eyes, looking up at me.

“How was the show?” y/n asked me, sending me a little smile.

I dropped down next to her in the bed, planting a kiss gentle kiss on the top of her messy hair. She smiled warmly back at me.

“Good, really loud”

“They’re always really loud, Shawn” She joked back, still half asleep.

“That’s true” I admitted, leaning back in the bed.

I let my fingers brush against y/n’s skin, feeling the heat in her cheeks. I loved her like this, completely pure and somehow emotionally naked.

Her hair was messy, her eyes dark and tired, her lips pink but a little dry. This would always be my favourite side of her. Lying in my bed, sleepy, tired and unravelling her flaws.

“You smell good” She whispered at me.

“I took a shower after the show”

“I wanted to take a shower with you” She whined at me, making me smile widely.

“Sorry babe, next time”

“Now” She mumbled, but she was almost pulled back to sleep already.

I leaned down, kissing her burning lips mildly. I removed a tot of her hairs behind her ear, before caressing her earlobe. Oh, how I loved this one.

“You’re too tired tonight” I whispered, stroking her whimpering lip.

“But I want you”

“But you’re exhausted, love. You need some rest” I told her, finding her cold hand.

Y/N had joined me on tour about a month ago and it really seemed to drain her out. I get it though, when you aren’t used to it, traveling all over the world can be exhausting as hell. I was barely able to wake her up after the flight here, so I knew, she needed to sleep.

I wanted her to relax, allow her body to rest and regain strength. That’s also why I told her, to stay at the hotel tonight.

“Cuddle me then?” y/n muttered, reaching out for me. I laughed a little by her words, smiling widely.

I loved how she never got enough of me, like even if I’d just been gone a couple of hours, she had missed me deeply. She always craved more of me.

I covered my own body with the sheets, sliding down to her. She curled up beside me, wrapping her arms around me, while placing her head on my chest.

I cuddled her even further into me, placing small kisses on her hair. I couldn’t help but smile, as I continued to stroke her back.

“I’m glad you back again, Shawn” She whispered, sending me a wide smile. I stroked her nose with my, kissing it quickly.

“Me too, baby. Me too” I whispered into her hair, smelling of that coconut shampoo she loved so much.

“Get some rest baby, you’re so tired” I worried about her, she nodded into my chest.

These moments - that we didn’t get to have so often - confirmed me over and over again, that home didn’t necessarily have to be four walls in a house, it could be two eyes and a beading heart as well. She felt like home to me.

I pulled y/n even closer to me, continuing to stroke her arm with my fingertips, kiss her shoulder and hug her tightly, until she dosed off in her sleep, finally relaxing for the first time in weeks.

I couldn’t fall asleep myself, because lying here, with her in my arms, while watching her sleep so peacefully, it made me happy. I could watch her all night and never get tired of it. I guess, that’s how much I love her.

I was pulled out of my sleep, when a few weird noises echoed in the hotel room. I turned around in the bed, still with y/n wrapped around me.

My body felt heavy, my eyes sore and I wasn’t quite sure if I was actually awake or not. I licked my lips, rubbing my eyes.

The more I woke up, the more the noises cut through to my ears. Did it sound like little… moans? Regaining most of my senses, I pushed myself up with my elbows, looking beside me. I couldn’t stop the smirk, that crossed my lips.

Y/N was sort of grinding against me in her sleep, letting little moans escape her trembling lips. Her cheeks were red and damp, her skin burning and steamy.

I would have killed to know, what she was dreaming about in this exact moment. I kinda hoped it was me, because the way she was grinding and those little whimpers from her lips; they belonged only to me.

Her legs were wrapped around my stomach, as she rubbed her lower body against mine in her heavy sleep.

The more I recovered from my sleep, the warmer I seemed to get. Having her move against my cold skin, touching me and sobbing silently, turned me on as hell.

I bit my lip, watching her lips quivering softly. I reached out to touch her face, letting my thumb slide down her lips, softly splitting them apart.

She breathed out against my finger, moaning once again. Holy fuck. The heat rushed to my cheeks, burning me up from the inside.

I felt my muscles become tense and my body craving her more than ever. Softly, I ran my hand down her back, leaving little chills on her skin. Biting my lip, I watched her move slowly against my bare skin.

How could she be so fucking hot while sleeping? I mean, she was giving me the biggest boner ever and she wasn’t even awake? Control yourself, Shawn.

Her hair had become damp and was sticking to her steamy neck, I had to fight the urge to bend down and kissed her neck roughly.

“Mhh, Shawn” y/n whimpered in her sleep.

It made a smug appear on my face rather quickly. So she was dreaming about me. Lying here, watching her like this, made me want to do so many things to her.

I felt myself getting hard, not being able to resists this for much longer. She’d had some sleep, a little midnight sex wouldn’t be too exhausting, would it? I let my hand stroke her cheek gently, turning her head to me.

“Baby?” I whispered softly.

“Mmh” She groaned back at me. I leaned down, planting a wet kiss on her burning lips. She immediately met my lips and kissed me back.

“Baby girl” I whispered into her wobbly lips. When I pulled back, her eyes were wide open.

“Shawn?” She stuttered, confused. She rubbed her eyes, looking around the dark room.

“I just had the best dream ever” She mumbled, smiling up at me.

“I bet you did” I smirked back at her.

She caught on to my smug, raising her eyebrow at me. She looked down at our bodies completely entangled with each other, letting her eyes reach my boner. She bit her lip, taking in a deep breath.

“Did I?” She stuttered, embarrassed.

“Rub against me? Yes. And you moaned my name in your sleep too” I teased her, watching her cheeks, if possible, turn even redder. She covered her face to hide from me, but it only made me laugh at her.

“That’s so embarrassing” She whined, covering herself into my chest.

“I think it’s fucking hot” I whispered back to her. She removed her hands, letting her eyes dart up to me.

“Really?” She rasped, gazing at me.

Her eyes were wide and dark and her lips were literally calling for my lips. I leaned down, closing the gap between our lips. She grabbed around my neck, pulling me further down to her.

I let my hands run down her body, leaving her skin quivering by my touch. I loved the power, I had over her when it came to this, I loved that touching her these places, could make her so weak.

“You were so fucking sexy and you didn’t even try” I whispered between kisses on her soft lips.

“Actually, I did try, when you got home. You just wouldn’t let me” She mocked me, rolling her eyes.

“Oh baby, I’ll let you now” I dared her, raising my eyebrow. Her smile grew and she tilted my head back with her thumb, starting to kiss me neck.

“Oh, game on, Mendes” She whispered against my skin.

“So how about that shower?” I said, biting her under lip. A little rasped slipped out of her lips. She got out of bed, leaving me behind.

“Well, are you coming?” She said, holding out her hand for me. I took her hand and she pulled me towards the bathroom.

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