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[mentalgator]

i would fuck up some halloumi rn. nasty style

[marshmallow613]

Look I just think that Angel Crowley is a child and Heaven is for children and that's important.

Because we're human, and we live and we love and we lose, and we recognise nostalgia for what it is - rose tinted glasses, a longing or something that we can never have back because it was never real in the first place, we were just too small and too awestruck and too innocent to understand it.

And Crowley Falls, and he grows up, and he sees Heaven for what it is and he tries so, so hard to bring Aziraphale with him but really, how do you, how can you bear to, take that innocence away from your best friend? From the love of your life?

He never tells Aziraphale that he never got a trial. He never tells Aziraphale that by hiding Gabriel, he's risking his name being removed from the Book of Life. Despite everything he knows about Heaven, everything he's learned, he still cannot find it in himself to strip Aziraphale of the wonder, of the childish, hopeful belief that somewhere in Heaven there is still Good.

Aziraphale wants Crowley with him, yes, but he also remembers that Crowley was happy, as an angel, making stars and galaxies and nebulas. And he hasn't grown up yet, not the same way Crowley was forced to, hasn't yet understood the trauma that Heaven subjected him - subjected them both! - to.

So of course it doesn't work, when Crowley finally breaks, when he finally tries to explain that the Heaven Aziraphale idolises and believes in doesn't truly exist, because how can this suddenly be true? Why didn't you mention it before? Don't you see, this is my chance to remind them how to Do the Right Thing?

Crowley cannot teach Aziraphale what he needs to know for the same reason we hug children, and kiss their boo-boos, and tell them that everything will be alright and they will always have someone to turn to. Because we want it to be true, and no child (or Angel) should ever have to grow up too soon.

[museenkuss]

loving and moving my body this week (22.01.-28.01.)*

Monday. Pilates For Flexibility [15 min]

Tuesday. Bellydance Arm & Belly Rolls [20 min] || Full-Body stretch [15 min]

Wednesday. lengthen and sculpt Pilates [20 min]

Thursday. Full Body Ballet Follow-Along Workout - Lengthening and Strengthening [20 min] || Beginner Full Body Flexibility Routine [14 min]

Friday. Feel Good Pilates flow [25 min]

Saturday. morning work out to modern jazz [15 min] || Beginner Yoga hip flexibility [10 mins]

Sunday. Tiffany Rothe's Swirl Girl [15 mins]

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* This week is going to be super stressful, which means it's extra important to sneak in little moments to stretch, to dance and to feel warm and strengthen the body <3 we can do it, we WILL do it! With ease and grace and joy, as always.

In case the suggestion doesn't feel right for that day, here are some alternatives (12 minutes or less, can also be used as add-ons). No shame in taking it slow! Let's move according to our needs! :) nightime flexibility stretches // bedtime yoga stretch to release stress & tension // 8 min beginner's ballet flexibility. // 10 min | Beginner Belly Dance Workout | Slow & Smooth Tutorial // 15 min Gentle Pilates Workout For Beginners

[jumbleddufus]

Out of curiosity what time zone are you?

Central daylight time hbu?

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3HBRZMM4aL/?igsh=MTI2Z3l0MTR3amMzcQ==

WHAT IF I THREW UP AND CRIED PRO!? (/pos)

Cropped video if anyone wants it or doesn't want to go to the link

[mistyycowoa]

Why are people asking for donations in my inbox.. shut up, please.. I can't donate, you just make me feel guilty every time I delete your ask.. I've also seen word circulating that some of these are just scams.. I don't care if you're scam or not, I can't donate.. so shut the fuck up.. I don't need you in my inbox.. why do you even bother..

[valleynix]

Omg hi! May I request the baddietrescus' reaction HCs to y/n killing stuff then gifting it to them? Whether it be like, an unscrupulous man thing or a thing similar to those HCs with the boar? Simply because they wanna make the gorls feel special

HEY BESTIE, anything for you <33

Bela Dimitrescu

she’s really not the type to hold grudges

you’d gone out with her to the village one afternoon, unknowing that a drunk would try his luck with her and you

he’d said some rather rude things to the both of you while others tried to pull him back, and Bela simply glared at him and tugged you back to the castle

“it’s not worth it,” she tells you, with every intent to come back and make that man-thing pay for what he’d said to you in front of her. someone had to teach these idiots a lesson. “they’re simpletons.”

you wouldn’t let it rest, though, despite her maturely telling you to let it go

when she was asleep that night, you snuck out and made your way to the village to deal with the man-thing yourself

a few hours later, she reaches out for you in her sleep, wanting to cuddle you and keep herself warm, but she wakes immediately upon only feeling the cold sheets

you must’ve been gone for some time

she searches all throughout the castle, but there’s no hint of you inside

when she moves to the grounds outside, she picks up a trail

she hunts you down, tracking your footprints in the snow and your scent toward the village

she catches sight of you in a darkened alleyway, struggling to drag something limp and smelling strongly of alcohol and blood

she pauses when she sees what it is, and upon hearing your explanation (“no one talks to my lady like that and lives to tell the tale”), her heart melts

you went out of your way to protect her? to defend her honor?? she could cry right there

she does give you a deeper-than-usual kiss and helps you drag the pathetic man-thing back to the castle, tucking you into her side as she goes

expect a lot of reward and positive reinforcement from her

while she doesn’t encourage putting yourself in that kind of danger, she certainly doesn’t mind being taken care of once in a while

she’ll pepper your face with kisses and murmur how thankful she is for you

no one has ever made her feel the way she does when you’re around :’)

Cassandra Dimitrescu

whoever is leaving little pelts and other gifts on her bed is going to meet the sharp end of her sickle

she already has you; she doesn’t need gifts from some secret admirer

she’s talked to you about it already, but you’ve denied knowing about it each time she’s asked

she knows you’re not telling the full truth, something she’s always able to tell when it comes to you

still, this doesn’t really seem your style

besides, with her sleeping on top of you and knowing where you are throughout the day, she knows this isn’t you

maybe you just know who’s doing it and you’re handling them yourself

she certainly wouldn’t mind that workload off her shoulders

it’s about a week later she receives another gift

you’re sitting on her bed, leg propped up as you rest against her pillows and read some book she has no interest in

some small blanket made of an animal’s pelt lays on her side of the bed, and she narrows her eyes at you

“did you see who dropped this off?”

she barely catches your smile as you say, “i was napping when it was dropped off. found it outside the door”

okay, now she knows you’re lying

you were in the armory a lot today, and while she had no idea what you were doing, she knew where you were

you’d have no time to nap before she came to her room

“who is it?” she asks as she makes her way to the bed. she crawls on it, taking the book from your hands and tossing it to the side. “you know something.”

you tilt your head at her and smile. “i’m afraid i don’t know what you’re talking about, my lady.”

all right, smartass, you wanted to play this game? she can play it too

she hums and leans down to kiss your neck softly. she gets you to a point where she has every bit of control, and then she pulls away with a simple, “who’s leaving these gifts?”

you’re not exactly in the right mindset to lie anymore, tugging her back down as you breathlessly say, “i wanted to do something special for you.”

she pauses. you… willingly went out and did something just for her?

she doesn’t exactly believe it, but she decides you need a nice little reward for that behavior

she certainly doesn’t mind receiving gifts from you, and she wants to encourage it in the future ;)

Daniela Dimitrescu

she thinks there’s something wrong with you

not in the worst way possible; she’s just a little concerned why you’ve taken a sudden interest in weapons and the like

she won’t complain, seeing how she likes watching you exercise and train with said weapons, but she just wants to know why

she’s not really sure what you do while she’s asleep until the afternoon, but you’re always back in time to wake her up for lunch, gently shaking her awake and smelling like the outside

you were going out there without her?? 🤨🤨

say your prayers right now

she whines and begs you to take her with you, because whatever it is, she wants to be a part of it :(

you gently refuse, telling her that what you’re doing is a surprise

she does like surprises, but it’s best not to keep her waiting long. she’ll grow bored and impatient, and oftentimes, being bored means someone is probably going to die a horrible death

she pouts around various places in the castle, waiting for you to return so she can spend more time with you

one evening, just after dinner (something you missed, to her surprise), she hears you calling her name from somewhere near the foyer

she searched for you, finding you in the Hall of the Four by the main entrance with a… bloody… body??

what have you been doing???

and why wasn’t she a part of it 🤨

“i was granted permission with this one,” you say as you drop the man-thing’s leg

it’s clear he’s dead with the way blood pools around his form and how he remains limp

she takes a few steps down, unsure how to proceed

“it’s not a romantic, candle-lit dinner,” you tell her as you rub the back of your neck, “but he’s all yours on this momentous occasion.”

she doesn’t get it

there was nothing coming up, no anniversaries or-

oh, god, did she forget-

she scrambles down the steps, slowing to a stop and asking what you mean

“is it… so wrong, to want to do something for you for a change?”

you just… did this? unprompted? without wanting anything in return, without having an ulterior motive?

she almost takes you right there, but you’re lucky she’s able to drag you to her room before smothering you in all the affection she can

kissing your cheeks, your forehead, nose, neck, palms of your hands…

she’ll deal with the dead man-thing in the main hall later; for now, she has more important things to tend to

she’s never had someone understand her completely like you do

it’s a nice change of pace :)

[feralghxuls]

awoo btw. et cetera. if you even care

[mairiieux]

i want so badly to play minecraft with u guys

[streamofteeth]

who up thinking about teeth

[lonelyplanetfag]

im up for school rn.ihste this

[parcai]

wish i were madder. wish i hated more 👍

[terminally-stressed]

Nothing tests the boundaries of patience like thin walls at 3am

[blondieeu]

killshot. konig.

konig! who has an extremely high sex drive and could go for dozens of rounds without getting tired because of how big he is.

konig! who stuffs you full of his thick cum and keeps going and overstimulate the both of you everytime you fuck.

konig! that doesn’t care that he just got home from deployment and is in the hospital for a broken leg and still wants to have sex in the hospital bed regardless of the doctors orders.

“please, i don’t care about that..cock hurts much more.. ich brauche dich..):” (i need you.. ): )

konig! who ends up fucking you to the core of the earth in that hospital bed after you pull the blinds and lock the door.

konig! who doesn’t shave because he thinks it’s hot when your slick gets caught in his pubes

konig! who you have to literally beg to stop eating you out because he’s been at it for 2 hours and you’re gonna pass out if you cum one more time!

konig! who teases you when you get all wet for him.

“hübsches kleines ding.. i make you feel this, ja?” (pretty little thing..)

konig! who keeps you from going dumb on his cock by occasionally snapping in front of your face to bring you back to reality because the stretch is so unbelievable.

konig! who’s cum oozes out of your pussy and onto his balls because he always has so much to give you.

konig! who fucks you to sleep when you’re tossing and turning at night, and it works everytime.

“what’s wrong?”

you turn towards him, your eyes wide awake as you stare into his sleepy ones.

“i can’t sleep konig.”

your eyes flickered to the red alarm that was on the nightstand behind him, reading 1:26AM.

and he’s already shuffling out of his boxers and pulling his cock out, pushing the comforter off of his lower half and beginning to roll on top of you.

“i’ll put you to sleep.”

blondieeu xx

[hmusunoo]

𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐄 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

desc. │ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴜɴᴀɴɪᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀʟʟᴇʀɪɴᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴅɪɢʏ ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ.

pairings. │ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴏʏ!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ x ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴀʟʟᴇʀɪɴᴀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

warnings. │ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ʏᴇꜱ…ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ), ʜᴀɴᴅᴊᴏʙ, ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ, ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ.

It was a unanimous decision that ballerina prodigy y/n was too good for someone like Park sunghoon. It was obvious in the glaring judgmental stares that followed them around at school or in the way that your parents had hated sunghoon and everything he stood for. but you didn’t care about any of that. Not one bit of it at all. They didn’t know Sunghoon like you did, they didn’t know that sunghoon was caring, he was sweet, he was romantic.

Sunghoon would do anything for you and you him. Including sneaking him into your house in the middle of the night while your parents slept only a few doors down.

Your parents hated Sunghoon, loathed him. Your father had called him filth the first time you brought him around to meet them. They had forbade you from seeing him, they didn’t like his motorcycle or his down low attitude.

They thought of him as a lowlife nothing. Sunghoon was far from a lowlife, and just because he didn’t grow up rich or with parents that gave him everything didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of taking care of you, or loving of you.

Trying to convince your parents that was an impossible task. One you had eventually gave up on. You continued to see Sunghoon not allowing them to take control of your life. You may be a ballerina but you aren’t fragile. You could take care of yourself and you knew what you wanted, and what you wanted was Sunghoon.

Your phone was ringing. The constant buzz awaking you from your sleep. You snaked your hand underneath your pillow haphazardly searching for your phone. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room glancing over at the alarm clock that sat on your bedside table, it read 1:26am. Glancing at your phone you see Sunghoon’s name flashing across the screen. In a daze you answered you voice horse with sleep.

“Hoon?” You whispered into the phone “It’s 1am”

“I’m outside” There was a chatter to his teeth, probably due to the frigid cold of the january night. You hurried out of bed, hair disheveled in a tank top and frilly shorts to your window peering outside to see a shivering sunghoon.

You opened your window “Balcony!” You whisper shouted at him. Signaling him to meet you at the balcony. He nodded tucking his hands into his pockets and making his way to the balcony that connected to your room. You opened the sliding doors to your balcony being extra careful at being quiet.

You would never hear the end of it if your parents were to catch Sunghoon sneaking into your house in the middle of the night. They would be livid, they would ground you forever. Even at the grown age of twenty-one it seemed you was still a prisoner to your parents rules while in their house and while they paid for your ballet classes.

Sunghoon climbed the balcony as quiet as he could, letting out a soft grunt when he finally reached the railing, jumping over and landing on your balcony swiftly like the goddamn Spider-man.

"Ok Peter Parker" You teased at Sunghoon, flashing him a cheesy smile.

"I'f I'm Peter Parker that would make you my Mary Jane" His arms wrapped around your waist bringing you into him. He buried his face into your hair and inhaled. "You smell good" He mumbled as you giggled at his sweetness.

"I'm about to freeze to death if we don't go inside you" You had began to slightly shiver due to the cold. Sunghoon picked you up swiftly causing a small yelp to escape your lips.

"Park Sunghoon!" You giggled "put me down you barbarian" He opened the door to the balcony smoothly and closed it just as smoothly.

A sharp sting to your butt had you yelping in surprise as Sunghoon landed a slap to your behind. He tosses you onto your plush bed landing amongst the pillows and fluffy duvet that had adorn your bed.

Sunghoon made a show of crawling over to you slowly, running his hands up your legs and finally to your hips. "I love making men crawl" You teased looking up at Sunhoon as he hovered over you. His laugh rang through the room, you flinched slightly at the sound, hoping and praying that your parents were sleeping too deeply to hear it.

"Only for you baby" Sunghoon said, the smirk on his face giving. away all his intentions for tonight. He landed a soft kiss to your collarbone and another to the nape of your neck, making his way up until he reached your face. He. kissed your cheek softly before letting out a huff of air and plopping down beside you on the bed beside you.

"What did you do today?" he asked you nonchalantly. You had no interest in small talk. You hadn't seen Sunghoon in three days you have missed him, badly.

"Practiced" You mumbled, rolling over onto his body. You straddled his lap making your own way over his face and neck with your lips. Peppering kisses over his cheeks and down his neck. "Yeah?" He asked a breathy-ness to his voice that had further fueled your need to please him. "And then what?"

"Yeah" You whispered "and then I went shopping for new ballet flats" Your hands traveled down Sunghoon's zipper slowly bringing it down to tuck your hand in, freeing his hard cock from the confines of his jeans.

Sunghoon let out a small hiss when your hand made contact with his length. Long and heavy in your nimble hand you fisted him, moving your wrist up and down. "Did you find the fuck- the right flats baby?" Sunghoon wheezed out breathing turning heavier as your small hand moved up and down on his length, slowly at first.

"Mhm" You mumbled looking up at Sunghoon meeting his wild eyes as they frantically looked at you, dark with desire. Sunghoon licked his lips before looking down at your hand as it started moving with more speed. Up and down. "They're white with tiny little lace flowers on the top."

"Just like that sweetheart" Sunghoon groaned out forgetting all topic of conversation, throwing his head back against your soft pillows. "That feels so fucking good"

"Just like this?" You asked quickening the speed of your hand.

Sunghoon lifted his head up slightly too look at you, his eyes flicking from your face to your hand that was tightly wrapped around his cock then to your breasts that sat perfectly perky in your little pink tank top that he loved so much. He licked his lips meeting your eyes before looking down at you boobs once again.

"You want me to use them hoon?" You said not letting up on the speed of your hand.

Sunghoon's rapid nod akin to his suppressed groan was all the confirmation you needed. Reaching for the thin straps of your tank top you yanked them down each arm until your chest was on full display to his hungry eyes. "Fuck yes" Sunghoon moaned "You're so fucking hot"

His compliments only served as fuel to your ever growing need to please him. Your hand left his cock to squish your breast together over his cock barring them between, the head poking out inviting you to bend your head down kissing it softly.

You began moving your breast up and down on his cock, spitting on them to make your movements that much easier.

"Holy f-fuck" Sunghoon hissed out, all worries of your parents hearing you fleeing. His moans turned slightly high pitched as you continued your movements on him. His hands found his way to your face, cupping the apples of your cheeks.

"you're beautiful" He whispered in a daze. His thumb came up to your lips begging for you to open your mouth and suck on it.

You continued your movements bringing Sunghoon closer and closer to his end. "I'm almost there" Sunghoon said in a rush chest heaving.

The sudden bang of a door swinging open knocked you backwards, your hands scrambling to cover your chest, a feeble attempt indeed.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" The boom of your father's voice shook you to your core. The terror of what he just walked in on leaving you speechless. You scrambled to find yourself in the heap of mortification of the moment.

Sunghoon was up on his feet his cock back in his pants and his zipper zipped back up. Your shaking hands reached for you tank top straps yanking them up your arms.

"W-why didn't you knock?" You shrieked, coming face to face with the red angry face of your father and the disgusted look on your mother's.

Your father's attention was on Sunghoon now. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest. Your father moved in a flash yanking Sunghoon by his jacket. "What the fuck are you doing in my house in the middle of the night, you filth!"

Sunghoon's face was red from embarrassment or anger you truly didn't know. Probably both.

"Get off him!" You yelled grabbing at your Father's arm. Your dad yanked his hand back, pushing you to the ground in attempt at pushing you off of him. You looked back at your mom in bewilderment, but she just sat there emotionless not looking you in the eye.

"Don't fucking touch her" Sunghoon hissed out at your Father, his face red definitely from anger.

"Don't tell me what to do in my own house you punk" My father yanked at Sunghoon again before pushing him towards the balcony door. "Get out! Go the way you came. You're never to see my daughter again or you'll regret it."

Sunghoon turned around to look at your father a calmness on his face that had only scared me rather then comfort me.

"That won't be happening sir." Your Father let out a scoff "I love her, and nothing you say will keep me away from her."

Your father let out a full body laugh before nodding his head. "Ok" He said surprising every bone in my body, that quickly vanished in an instant as soon as the next few words left his mouth.

"If you don't stop seeing this scum, I will pull your inheritance and the funding for your ballet classes. You will no longer be a dancer. Do I make myself clear?"

A sob left me at this ultimatum. Your heart cracking in more ways the one. "Dad" You said weekly "Plea-"

"No." Your father stated firmly. "Do I make myself clear?"

without giving you time to respond he turned back to Sunghoon who sat there looking almost as broken as you, his eyes only on you not even your father.

"Get out" Your father said again, and this time Sunghoon had listened. Backing out the door, his gaze still on you before he jumped over the railing making his way down.

Through your sobs you looked at your dad with disgust written all over your face, and with the sharpest tongue and most poisonous venom you could muster you yelled "I hate you."

A sharp slap was heard not even a second later, the sting from your father's hand felt like it would last forever. A gasp was sounded before your mother's voice was heard over your cries "Y/d/n!" She shouted.

"Do not speak to me that way" Your father spit out "You act like a whore you'll get treated like one. If you want to continue to dance you will no longer be seeing that boy"

Sobs racked your entire as your father stormed out of the room in a fleet of anger. You your mother were left alone. You looked up at her with blurry eyes and a shattered heart.

"Mom" You croaked out only to be met with the shake of her head and a sigh before leaving the room after your father.

At ballet class you could forget about most things in life that had left you troubled. The sound of the music and the way your body had reacted to it had left your mind empty. You could only think of the simple things in life. The easy things. It was simple that you loved ballet. At one point in your life you would have given anything to dance, it was your striving force in life.

It kept you going, it was the most important thing to you no matter what. It left you wondering when exactly all that had changed, because here you were doing something you know without a doubt your sixteen yourself would be absolutely mortified to see.

You were giving it up. You were giving up your number one passion in life. The one thing you couldn't live without. Or you thought. Because it seemed you had found something else worth living for. Someone else.

Sunghoon had meant too much to you, and you'd be damned if you'd let a love like his go.

Some people would call you absolutely foolish for making this decision but you didn't care. You would choose Sunghoon in every single lifetime.

After Dance had wrapped up you felt like you had made peace with your decision, preparing yourself for the fight that would be inevitably happening when you got home and informed your parents of your rebellious decision to stay with Sunghoon and give up dance.

You left the dance class building with your duffel bag slung over shoulder and your head held high. What you didn't expect to see upon leaving the double doors was Sunghoon casually leaning against his motorcycle, hands in his pockets looking just as ethereal as he always did.

"Sunghoon!" You said rushing to him, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tight. "What are doing here?" You said smiling up at him.

He smile was small, the look on his face slightly grim. It had made your stomach drop in an uneasiness you didn't like at all.

"What's wrong?" You asked with urgency. His arms wound tighter around your frame holding you impossibly close to him.

"Should we go somewhere?" You asked pulling away to hop on to the back of his motorcycle like you had a million and one times before. Before you could reach his motorcycle Sunghoon was pulling on your arm lightly.

"What's that bruise on your face" His voice was stern, a tone you were not used to hearing from him. "It...it was my father" You said horsely "But, it's ok." You rushed out quickly. "I'm giving up dance, I'm telling him today"

The smile was back beaming up at Sunghoon with a lovesick look on your face.

"What?" Sunghoon spit on "Y/n you can't do that"

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at his words. You had thought he would be happy to hear this. You and him would be able to be together without all the fighting from your dad since he would no longer be able to hold the funding for dancing over your head.

Sunghoon's reaction was the exact opposite of what you were expecting it to be.

"What?" The confusion was evident on your face "I thought- I thought you would be happy about this?"

"You thought that I would happy that your'e giving up the best thing in your life up for me? Your god given talent. No. I cant let you" Your heart had felt heavy at his words, the reality of what was happening sinking in.

"Sunghoon..he's going to take my funding away anyway." You said looking up at him. He averted his gaze from you, looking down at the floor. "We can't keep it a secret again he's going to be on me so much harder now..."

"We're not keeping it a secret Y/n" Sunghoon's voice was weak and frail sounding. It was the most small I had ever heard him speak.

"I think.." He trailed off his eyes still not meeting yours no matter how much you silently pleaded for them to. "I think we should stop seeing each other Y/n."

"No" You said weakly "No, no forget about my-"

"It's not about that y/n" Sunghoon interrupted you with a sigh. "I can't let you give up dance ok? Not for me"

There was an ache so deep in your chest you felt like it was going to explode. The contents of your shattered heart to be on full display for everyone to witness.

"You're not 'letting me' I'm choosing to Sunghoon it's my choice." You fought back, your voice cracking breaking the smallest chance you had of seeming strong.

"You're only doing it for me y/n and I cant accept that. I won't be the reason you give up something you’re so amazing at." He took a deep breath grabbing onto your shaking hands bringing them to his lips and kissing them lightly.

"You once told me that dance was your world, that it was the one thing that had ever made you feel important. I would never forgive myself for being the source of that all coming to a stop." He let go of your hands, a glisten to his eyes that you had never seen from him before. It had shaken you to your core.

"Please" You whispered "pl-"

"I love you." Sunghoon said sternly. "Go be the greatest ballet dancer this world has ever seen ok?"

He left a single kiss to your temple, not allowing you to say another word before he was getting back onto his motorcycle. Helmet in his hand he says "Take care of yourself y/n"

The tears continued to fall down your face as you watched him speed off down the street cursing yourself for not fighting harder, for allowing his words to render you motionless.

The next few weeks had felt like a fever dream, an emotionless blur you were a robot of yourself. Eating, sleeping and speaking only when necessary.

You were getting ready for one of the biggest recitals of your career. A lot of important people were coming to watch you dance. Normally you'd be excited, nervous but ready. Now you felt shallow. You didn't care who was going to be there you didn't care that this was one of the most highly anticipated recitals for most of the dance world. In truth you just wanted to get it over with.

The night of the recital was becoming a blur. Your mother and father were there in the crowd awaiting your grand entrance. Your makeup was down flawlessly, you hair in a slick by high bun and your corset top tight to your chest.

You should feel beautiful, radiant even but all you could think about was how you didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to get on stage and dance for all these people. You didn’t want the pressure and most certainly didn’t want hundreds of eyes watching you like a hawk only to judge your every move.

“You’re up” Your dance instructor said coming up behind you startling you from your thoughts. You nod your head at her readying yourself to get on stage.

The Music began, you ran out to center stage under the spot light moving your body in all the ways you were taught. The routine going off without a hitch. You start to feel yourself starting to enjoy it when all of a sudden a flash of certain someone’s face had made that all come crashing down.

Sunghoon was tucked into the very back of the theater but you wouldn’t dare miss his face. You could point him out in a room full of a million people. He sat there eyes ablaze as he watched you dance. His presence had overwhelmed you, it had distracted you. One wrong leap into the air and you were hurriedly down hitting the floor hard with a big thump, your head slamming into the floor boards below you leaving you in a daze. Your body was frigid, the mortification of falling in front of all these people seeping in like a chill to your bones.

You would never live this down. Your father would be furious and you might as well kiss your chances with all these reps goodbye.

You had fell. During a simple leap you had let yourself slip. It had felt like a punch to the gut when your instructor had ran out to the stage, shouting for them to close the curtains cutting off all visibility of you and your utter humiliation.

“Y/n?!” A frantic voice was heard from the crowd. A deep, husky voice you had loved. It was Sunghoon, Sunghoon was here and you weren’t imaging it. He had come to watch you on the most important night of your life and you had ruined it.

You head was spinning and your vision blurry. You heard frantic shouting from voices you didn’t know and some that sounded familiar but you couldn’t quit place them.

Then suddenly all you could see was darkness.

The sound of beeping and thin white walls was what you had awoken to much later on. Your head was groggy and your mind a jumbled mess of itself.

You knew what happened i mean how could you forget but you didn’t know how you had ended up here. The conclusion that you had passed out had been easy to come to after a few minutes of thinking about it.

You looked around your room, it was empty save for some clothing items strewn about that indicated that people had been in here with you.

The sound of muffled speaking just outside the door also a clear indication that someone was here with you. Probably your parents. But foolishly enough you couldn’t help the small amount of hope that Sunghoon had come. He had shouted for you at theater, that you were sure of. You just didn’t know if he’d come here, where your family most likely occupied. In truth he was the only person you actually wanted to see.

“Hello?” You said hoarsely the words not coming out loud enough to penetrate the door and be heard outside. So instead you pressed the nurses button notifying them that you were awake. Within a minute or two a nurse rushed in with your mom quick on her heels.

“You’re awake!” Your Mother wailed grabbing your hand as the nurse started to inspect you a bit closer. “How do you feel?”

“Ok” You said voice still hoarse and scratchy. You looked around the room, your eyes landing on a black leather jacket that you knew all too well.

“Sunghoon” you said in a whisper looking up at your mom with wide eyes gaging her reaction.

“He’s here sweetheart” Your Mother said rubbing your hand with her palm. “He came..He’s just outside-“

“Tell him to come in” You said quickly, taking your mom aback a bit. “Please” You added on.

Your mother nodded getting up from her spot besides you. She reached the door hand on the handle before turning around to look at you. “Your father did not come” She said, a glum look on her face. “I’m sorry”

You nodded, the hurt from him not being here stung more than you expected but it was painfully obvious that your father was not going to change his mind. It was something you were going to have to accept no matter how much it hurt you.

A few minutes later the door opened revealing Sunghoon in his plan white tea and black jeans.

“Sunghoon” You didn’t know what else to say. The embarrassment from falling earlier creeping in on you.

“I’m sorry” He blurted out before you could say anything else. He sat next to you occupying the spot your mother was just in. “I’m so sorry Y/n” There was a crack to his voice you had never heard before, one that had surprised you.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked confusion laced in your words. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

He shook his head a tear falling from his eye. “I thought that letting you go was for the best. That being a dancer was the most important thing for you to do..and i’m sorry for making that decision for you. When i seen your head hit that floor today as hard as it did i had felt a pain i had never felt never. I fear i had never felt before.” He cupped my cheek lightly lifting my head to look at him. Tears fell down my cheeks, his thumb whipping them away in one swift motion.

“I love you, i’ll support you in whatever you want to do. I’ll get 4, 5, 6 jobs if i need to, to help you pay to keep dancing if that’s what you want. i don’t care. i just want to be with you.” This was a side of Sunghoon you had never seen before, a vulnerable side he hadn’t really ever shown anyone.

“You don’t have to beg” You teased “I love you too” You leaned you forehead on his “We’ll get through this i promise” You kissed him. It was soft and delicate and light and sweet and perfect. You didn’t know what was going to happen after this. You didn’t know how your dad would fair with this, or what kind of life you were going to live but all you knew was that it was going to be with Sunghoon, and that really was all you needed.

Guys. i’m literally so sorry. This was absolutely TRASH. It was going so good in the beginning and then it just spiraled down down down. Hopefully you give me another chance in the future lol.

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