hamburger eats you!

reasons why you should try the "ace attorney" series

- its a fucking classic

- “objection” “objection” “objection” “objec

- you can even play the games on your phone like some millennial

- the main trilogy + apollo’s game have sick ass pixel art as well as sick ass pixel sprites with sick ass animations????????

- the 3d models look like memes??? the ones in soj and dd atleast

- music??? good music???? we got some intense af chiptunes here?? its even got chiptune jazz

- so much puns and pop culture references that you’ll turn into the upside down smiley face emoji

- choosing the wrong piece of evidence or objecting on the wrong statement will give you anxiety but youll still have fun dont worry

- you will love every single character and they will all personally love you back (except for maybe kristoph)

- germans

- “oOoO AaaAaCchHhtuuNnGgg BABByy”

- “fooLlshhLY FOOl iSH H FO oLS”

- “join us on the american kotatsu.” “eat your hamburgers apollo”

- you can talk to dead people

- your favorites dont die (sometimes– my fav died 8( )

- if the present time games arent ur thing……… dai gyakuten saiban exists

- ^^^^ japan history book??? the meiji period??? bro u can educate yourself with this

- ^^^^ smooth boy sherlock holmes is in it??

- ^^^^ steampunk


- diverse ”“"american”“” cast

- you can use some weird black magic shit to be a lawyer

- everyone looks ridiculous

- the characters??? actually like grow up when a new game comes out?? theyre not eternally 21 or smthn

- each case is a good story that makes you go “oOoOoOo shHIIiT”

- professor layton crossover ????????

- the adorable promo art that the artists come up w/

feel free to add more im tired

Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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BTS Reaction When S/O isn’t a Romantic Person


*while Jimin is watching your eyes you get uncomfortable*

‘‘Jimin, uhm, you know… It feels uncomfortable…’‘

*he laughs*

‘‘It’s fun to see you like this, babe.’‘

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


*he drinks your cola when you are watching TV*

‘‘JIN! Its kinda disg- Oh, Im sorry. I did it again. Im really sor-’‘

*He hugs you tightly even he knows you don’t like it*

‘‘I forgive you now!’‘

Originally posted by xxjoohoney

Namjoon(Rap Monster)

*he saw you angry yesterday so he kissed you n you pushed him away. you have no idea about how to make promises so you are standing next to him without saying a word*

‘‘do you want to eat pizza?’‘(coldly)

*he smiles brightly*

‘‘with you, yes, i want it’‘

Originally posted by taestylips


*he catches you when you are smiling to him*


*he jumps*

‘‘yes, it is n you look disgusting with this hair its making you funny’‘


‘thank god i tought my girlfriend became an angel so i see she is still a devil’‘

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


*you two meet at mc but he wants to go to a restaurant because its a date*

‘‘what? we are always doing it’‘

*he shakes his head*

‘‘yes we are always DATING but eating a hamburger? if you allow me to kiss you, why not?’‘

Originally posted by rapnamu


*he gives you a rose on your 20th birthday*

‘’did you steal it from our garden?’’

*laughs insanely*

‘‘girl, im gonna punch you in the face. cant you act like you love it?’‘

Originally posted by jeonbase


*he kisses your forehead*

‘‘what the f-’‘

*he breaths*

‘‘yes i love u too’‘

Originally posted by jkguks


Dating Lewin Light would include:
  • Understanding his weird ways
  • Sometimes typing up around his house & office to help him out
  • Picking up hamburgers for you too eat (or a v option if u don’t enjoy eating slaughtered cow like me lmao)
  • Shower sex is literally the only way to clean him
  • Constant sarcasm and jokes 
  • Your the only one he can be real with 
  • Your always yourself around each other
  • because you both despise fake people
  • Taking naps together
  • Stealing his hat while he’s sleeping and taking selfies in it
  • Him feeling sympathy for you when your in a bad situation 
  • Helping him with his research
  • Not moaning at him to clean up or take a break
  • Watching good ass american TV together
  • Travelling around the world together
  • Him falling asleep on you
  • He hogs the blanket all the time
  • You steal it back and he complains calling you a blanket hogger
  • He’s not really the holding your hand type but he always has an arm over your shoulders or around your waist
  • Or on your ass

I love Lewin so much, he’s definitely one of my favourite characters!!

  Because of Nooni’s  ( incredibly ) fast-acting metabolism, she eats a lot within the span of a few minutes, and is completely unabashed about this fact– her body is much more different than many other quirk users, and to maintain an otherwise healthy stability for her body to properly generate/excel extra cells that morph her flesh, she needs to constantly eat.

The Woods

The Magicians

Word count: 950 (’s a drabble)

Summary: Based on this post by @promptness

“Okay, that’s it,” Eliot pants, shaking his head as he comes to a stop, hand waving in front of him as he doubles over, trying to catch his breath. “That -,” He raises his head enough to look at Quentin, pointing at him as he gulps down air, “Is it!”

Quentin frowns, crossing his arms across his own heaving chest. “We’re just a little … lost. We’ll find the trail -,”

Margo steps in between them, pointing a perfectly manicured nail at both of them, “No,” She says, breathless as well, though she doesn’t seem to be sweating at all. Quentin wonders if it’s because she cast a no persperation spell or something. “We’re done,” She growls between gritted teeth. “Do whatever - you do to summon Penny so we can go home!”

“I can’t just -,”

She takes a step closer to him, narrowing her eyes up at him as she snips, dangerously, “You made us come hiking, and got us lost on the wrong. Fucking. Trail. Quentin,” She reaches up and pokes him in the chest, nail digging into the dip between his pectorals, “If you don’t get Penny here in the next twenty seconds, I will turn you into a fucking hamburger and eat you!”

“Penny doesn’t get summoned!”

She huffs through her nose, fingers twisting around until she’s fisting them in Quentin’s shirt and jerking him down to her height. “I swear to god, Q,” She whispers, voice dangerously low as it fans over his nose, “If you don’t get Penny here, you will never live to see another god damn day.”

Eliot stands up behind her, stalking towards them, and leaning down with narrowed eyes, “She won’t be the only one killing you, Quentin. If you don’t get him here, now, we will leave nothing for the police to find.” He pauses, standing upright, “Or anyone.”

Quentin sighs, closing his eyes. C’mon, Penny, we need you. It’s an emergency. Please. Help. SOS - Save our souls. What do I have to say? Save us. We’re going to die! His thoughts are rushed and frantic, but knowing Penny not even ‘we’re going to die’ is going to be enough to get him -

“Took you long enough!” Margo gasps, letting go of Quentin’s shirt.

Quentin opens his eyes, smiling guiltily as Penny looks over them and sighs, face going remarkably blank, before complete and utter frustration works across it. “What the fuck!?” He stalks towards Quentin, pointing an angry finger, and, okay, Quentin’s tired of getting pointed at today, “You said you were going to die!”

He nods. “They were going to kill me.” He motions towards Margo and Eliot who are watching Penny expectantly. “Because they’re scared of a little excerise.”

“We’ve been hiking for hours!”

Penny turns his glare on Eliot. “It’s been forty five minutes.”

Eliot’s face falls. “Oh,” He breaths, shrugging one shoulder, “Well it felt longer than that.” Penny stares at him, narrowing his eyes. “Can we go now? Or are we just going to stand here all day? Because I need a drink.”

Penny huffs, holding his hands out and shaking his head with a roll of his eyes. “I fucking hate you guys.”

Margo grins, grabbing onto his arm as Quentin and Eliot each take a hand, “We love you too,” She chirps as they’re transported out of the woods and into the Physical Kids Cottage.

Alice looks up from her books as they appear, frowning, “You’re back already?” She asks, soft, as she closes the book on her lap.

Quentin nods, frowning as he flops down on the couch. He’d hated it, too, but he hadn’t complained. So he gets to complain about them complaining. Because his friends suck. “They were whining the entire time.”

“Oh whatever,” Margo says, pushing him over and sitting in between them. “You were just as close to collapsing as we were.”

“At least I wasn’t going to give up on the bonding hike.”

Eliot rolls his eyes, leaning down on the arm of the couch and patting Quentin’s head, “Poor baby,” He murmurs, “Would a special cocktail make you feel better?” He pauses, tilting his head, “I know it’d make me feel better.”

Margo grins, “Getting drunk together is our thing. Why do we need to change that anyways?”

“ … Because it’s not healthy to stay inside all day?”

She shrugs, “Who gives a fuck about healthy? We’re young, we’re hot, we’re horny. We don’t need to hike to bond.” Leaning over, she wraps her arms around him, grinning, “C’mon Q. Let us keep being bad influences. You’ll only hate it for, like, ten minutes.”

Quentin turns to pout at Alice but she raises her hands between them, “Don’t look at me. They’re your friends.”

“They’re your friends too!”

She snorts, “Not today, they’re not. You’ve got custody.”

“That was for the hike!”

“Mmm, no,” She grins, pushing herself up from the couch, “The whole day. Have fun, kids!” Turning to Penny, she holds a hand out.

Penny glares, before sighing and taking her hand. “You do realize I’m not a fucking taxi service, right?” He asks, before they vanish, and a cocktail appears in Quentin’s hand.

He sighs, turning his attention back on Eliot and Margo.

Eliot stares at him for a long moment before sighing dramatically, and hopping over the couch to take Alice’s spot, “Fine,” He breathes, “Next weekend we’ll try something … less. Indoors.”

“Maybe a picnic,” Margo suggests, “How’s that, Q?”

Quentin huffs, bringing the cocktail to his lips, and mumbling, “That sounds great.”

And he means it. Even if his friends are the worst. Also, he never, ever, wants to set foot in fucking woods again. But they don’t need to know that.

Besides. A picnic? That sounds amazing

A Scarlet Prayer

My body is but a vessel for the Light’s bidding.  

It is as strong as it needs to be, always stronger than what lies before it.  

When the Light fills my heart,

I will know no fear, no hatred, no sadness, no emotions of lesser men,

who would be I, if not for its grace.  

I will know only my task, and I will complete it.

I have the Tenacity to stay true,

never faltering, never breaking.  

I will show Respect to mine enemies,

by casting down fair judgment,

never forgetting my role in their punishment.  

I will not hide my Compassion, for it is the Light’s love,

shown in every act, every thought, every moment.

anonymous asked:

Can you write something about the hyungs comforting or being protective of jungkook cuz of the flower crew show and just showering him with love? Like srsly i just want to calm down cuz he looked so upset and hurt and i just want him to be loved 😩

Try Too Hard = Hamburgers weren’t really Jungkook’s favorite.
» jungkook!centric. fluff.

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You still got it, Mamma.

Imagine Juice overhears you talking with Tara about how you think he doesn’t find you attractive after having his daughter. 

Originally posted by itscaitray8

Originally posted by tarons

Tara handed you Theresa, your little 6 month old baby, as the regular check up ended; It was something you did, being a first mom, month by month. You smiled at her as she sat down in front of you, filling the papers and the registration. You held Theresa next to you. 

“Everything’s quite fine, (Y/N).” She said. “She’s a healthy young baby Ortiz, aren’t you Theresa?” The baby lighted up her face and it made you smile. You caressed the baby’s black long hair and looked at Tara, who was taking off her doctor robe, grabbing her purse. “You want to grab a bite?” She asked. “I saw Jolly opened a new restaurant. Mean hamburgers.” You were about to say yes, but then denied, getting up and grabbing your own purse and the baby bag. 

“Oh no. I can’t eat a hamburger.” You said, adding a quite laugh to hide your shame. 

“What are you talking about?” you motioned for the baby bump you’ve had on the low of your stomach, making Tara scoff. “(Y/N), you just had a baby and you still have a killer body, c’mon…”

“Juice is waiting outside…” You looked down a little. “You know? I know he loves me but love and attraction are two different things.” Tara leaned on the wall looking at you, an arched eyebrow on her face. “I’m just saying, i want to loose a bit of weight…” and you felt like it was a dumb thing to say, since Juice didn’t seemed like the kind of man that saw only the exterior of a person, but at the end of the day, he was still a man. What you meant is that you weren’t in your best shape after Theresa was born. Juice’s work didn’t let a lot of time for you to have time for yourself, and taking care of a new born baby girl was something hard to do; Juice helped, and money wasn’t a problem, but still, you had to admit that in the last few months you weren’t looking after yourself.

Right now was an example; you used to doll up so much before you had Theresa, but right now you were wearing jogging clothes and sneakers, even though Tara told you you still couldn’t excersize due to your C-Section. Tara shook her head.

“I don’t know, i think that…Juice deserved something more. Tight body i used to have not…” you motioned to your baby fat. “That.” 

“You just had a child, (Y/N).” She said, opening the door for you. “Juice is just fine with your body.” You smiled at her, but she didn’t changed your mind at all. Before you knew there he was, your husband in front of you, a goofy smile on his face; You widened your eyes, hoping he hadn’t heard what you were talking with Tara; but it didn’t seemed like he did. You smiled when he grabbed Theresa and smiled at her.

“Hey babe.” He said, pecking your lips and then kissing Tara’s cheek. “Hey Tara.”

“Hey Juice.” She greeted. She kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you around, (Y/N).” You nodded and she sent you guys on your way. Juice smiled and took your hand as you both started walking towards the exit of St. Thomas.

“Everything cool with Theresa?” Juice asked. You nodded, battling with the baby bag and your own purse. “And you?” You looked at him, frowning your eyebrows and shaking your head “Yes”. He nodded and held your hip, walking right out of TM and hoping on Opie’s truck, for a safe ride home. 

Later that night, you were finishing your exercise routine, and currently, laying on the floor, sweating like a pig and trying to catch your breath after 3 hours of cardio. You sat down and watched Juice walk down from the nursery, smiling as he saw you clean out the sweat from your body, gulping down the water.

“She asleep already?” You look at the clock. A bit early. It was barely 9:30. He nodded and smiled at you walking towards you. You arched an eyebrow. “What is it?”

He shook his head and leaned on the kitchen counter as you started making dinner for you and him. You put your hair in a ponytail and started serving two portions in plates. Juice walked behind, you, wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist, making you gasp and almost throw the plate. You gulped and tried to take his arm away.

“Juice…” you said, sucking in your stomach without noticing. He shook his head. 

“I sometimes forget to tell you how beautiful you are, (Y/N).” He kissed exactly down your ear, making you shiver. “But look at you…” His eyes trailed up and down your body, his rough hands caressing your hips, making you bit your lip, and then running down to your ass, caressing your ass cheeks, spreading them and making them wiggle, as he hissed in pleasure and lust. “You still got it, Mamma…” You inhaled, excited and turned around. He had you against the counter, as you raised an eyebrow. “I head you talking with Tara tonight. But that’s on me…” He grabbed you by your hips and easily lifted you up, placing you on the counter. “I’mma make it up to you…” You saw him drop down and slide your shorts easily, as you closed your legs for instinct. “Babe…” He said, kissing your knees as he spread your legs open. “Nothing i haven’t done before..:” he winked and slide off your panties too. You grabbed on to the counter and watched him kiss your thighs and the inside of them, making you caress his scalp and hold on to his shoulder. His hand gripped your thighs open as his mouth made its assault on your clit. You moaned arching your back gripping his shoulder and hair, tugging it softly. His hands made marks into your thighs as his tongue plunged deeper and deeper making your breath get caught in your throat and strangled moans came out of your mouth.  

All you could see was his head in between your legs. He pulled back a little and licked his lips. “You’re so fucking hot (Y/N).” He said, kissing your clit with a loud peck, making you giggle. “You’ll always be my fucking definition of perfect.” You licked your lips and pushed him into yourself again.  He lightly flicks his tongue on your clit making it’s you’re wet enough for him. You whimpered but covered your mouth with your own hand forgetting Theresa was just 5 feet away.  His mouth wrapped around your clit nibbling on it as your mouth was agape but no sounds were coming out. You breathed heavily as his tongue made figure eight’s around your clit making strangled whimpers escape your mouth. 

“Oh my god…” you whimpered in a thin voice, as you rocked your hips towards him. “Baby…” You gulped, feeling yourself already to the edge. “Babe…” You couldn’t even breath. “Ugh, son of a…” He laughed against you, loving how you got so frustrated you cursed.  You saw Juice palming himself over his sweatpants and moan into your clit, eyes closed, hungry lips and you came all over his tongue, with a really loud moan and a shiver down your spine. Juice pulled apart and smiled at you, licking his lips and attacking yours, wrapping his arms around you, hot, open mouth kisses. 

“You’re hot, babe.” You smiled, a little blushed. “Believe that.” 

And you weren’t one to doubt your old man, right? 

Imagine going to eat hamburgers with Momo, there are a dozen hamburgers between you. You eat three but three more take their place. The wrappers pile up, Momo is still eating. The hamburgers continue to reappear as you eat them– an endless Sisyphean task with no relief in sight. You choke back sobs as you force the next burger into your mouth, Momoshiro watching you intently as he too eases another burger into his awaiting gullet. His eyes are dead now, his only movement the arm that cranes the next hamburger up to his mouth. He stares through you saying, “Now the curse is ours to share.”


Imagine #17 a day on the beach

It was a hot summer day; you were getting ready to go to the beach with your friends when you heard Neymar walking down the stairs, he probably just woke up. He spent the night at your place, since your parents went on a trip for the weekend.

He walked down with nothing but his boxers, still half asleep “Already leaving?”
He knew you had plans with your friends, because you told him last night. He wanted to come with you, but he had practice.

“Yeah, I made you breakfast, it’s on the table.” You told him while walking around searching for stuff to take with you.

He sat in the kitchen and started eating while watching you running around the house. When you were finally ready, you walked to him, still sitting at the table. You placed a kiss on his lips and walked away “I’m late, text me when you finish. I left you my house key on the table; don’t forget to lock the house. Bye babe.”

You left; he didn’t even had the time to say anything. You went to pick up your three friends and went to the beach. It was perfect, the sea was amazing, and there was many people tanning and having fun. You all got yourself a big umbrella and went to get yourself an ice tea. It was perfect, finally some free time without any worries.

After two hours, you went to eat at a beach bar and got yourself a hamburger, when you finished eating and walked back to your place you looked at the phone and saw that you didn’t get any new messages, which was strange because Neymar should have finished half an hour ago. You didn’t want to panic, you told yourself he might be nervous or that the training was longer today.

You were sitting and staring at the sea while your friends were playing cards. Suddenly someone putted his hands over your eyes, to make you guess who it is. You didn’t guess, you just took off both hands and looked to see who is it.

Your face was shining when you saw your boyfriend in his shorts and his baseball hat, smiling back at you. He came closer to give you a kiss “Surprise.”

You kissed him back and noticed he wasn’t alone. He came with Rafinha and Dani, you said hi to them and presented everyone to your friends. Then all of the boys took of their shirts and ran in the water. At first you watched them holding each other on their arms trying to do backflips and other acrobatics. Your friends decided to go get some ice-cream, you didn’t want to, so you laid on your stomach and closed your eyes to relax.

After a few minutes, you almost frizzed when you felt a cold and wet body on your back. You screamed making almost everyone stare at you since you screamed the name of a famouse footballer.

He started laughing but didn’t get off of you. He made you a little bit mad, since you almost got a heart attack “What’s wrong with you! Why aren’t you in the water!?”

He then got off of you so you could turn around “I saw you were lonely.” He was so calm; he was said it like he really felt you were feeling lonely, even though you weren’t.

You smiled and hugged him around his neck, but this was a mistake. He grabbed your legs lifting you up and started running in to the water.

“No Ney! Don’t!” you screamed again making everyone stare, but it was too late, you felt the water on your hips. He didn’t throw you inside he just started turning around, still with you wrapped on his neck. He putted his face closer so your noses could touch, you both smiled at each other in silence then he kissed you, it was a long passionate kiss.

Dani started splashing you so you moved away from Neymar, stopping the kiss. You left him and started splashing Dani back laughing. Then you jumped on his arms in hope to drown him, but you didn’t move him not even a little bit. Rafinha and Neymar laughed at you being persistent to make it.
When you gave up Dani turned around, lifted you up, and threw you in the water.

You looked madly at Dani and swim to Neymar, grabbing yourself around his back, making them all laugh as you showed your tongue to Dani. After a while, all three of you decided to go out of the water. Neymar was holding your hand while walking outside.

Suddenly you saw a younger boy ran to Dani who was in front of you; he wanted to take a picture. You knew that once he will see Neymar he will probably want to get a picture with him, but you didn’t care.

You were right, the boy looked at Neymar and asked to take picture; you told the little boy that you would take a picture of them and he smiled. It was all good, until people started noticing the three footballers and started asking for photos and autographs. You were used to him being famous, but not like this, not when you were around.

The worse was when the fans were girls in bikini costumes showing themselves and wrapping around Neymar, making you nervous. After seeing a girl kissing him on the cheek in front of you, because everyone came to the place where you and your girls were, you walked away.

You told your friends that you just needed to go to the bathroom. They knew you were mad, but didn’t follow you, so you could calm down. You sit on the stairs that took off the beach. You looked down and calmed yourself before going back to your friends so they wouldn’t be worried.

When you came back, people were still there, not as many as before but they were. You sit down and looked away, then your friend came closer to you “(y/n), are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said forcing a smile. You didn’t know but Neymar heard the conversation so as fast as he took the last picture he walked to you. It was already getting night, the sky was beautiful.

“Amor, come with me” he grabbed your hand pulling you up. You didn’t say anything, just did as he said.

He didn’t let go of your hand and you started walking around the beach, you were a little bit embarrassed, because people were looking, but you were happy. Then he stopped and looked straight in to your eyes “What’s wrong?”
As much as you didn’t want to ruin this perfect walk you had to tell him.

“I just… got a little bit jealous.” You said avoiding his look.

He smiled, turned your face to him and placed a strong kiss. He moved away and hugged you tightly,

“You have no reason to be jealous, you’re the only one who can have this.”

I See You

Member: Kai

Genre: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Ayo! It’s been a while since the last scenario I wrote, but this idea popped into my mind and I couldn’t help but write it XD It got way more longer than I expected, but I’m kinda proud of this one. Enjoy! I’m sorry if you find some mistakes btw, since English isn’t my first language I may mistake some words :P


You always pretended to be a cold person.

Acting like a thug since you were just a kid. While other girls liked to play with their dolls, had their bedrooms all painted in pink and had a dream to become a princess, you preferred to ride bicycles, play with boys and get your clothes dirty because of your wild way to play.

You always hated wearing heels, skirts, dresses, or using any kind of makeup – you didn’t even know how to apply it. Because of that, girls thought you were weird and preferred to avoid you; practically all your friends were boys. It looks like they feel more comfortable to be around you than the other girls.

Because of your boyish way to be, people’s first impression was that you were lesbian.

But they were wrong.

Among your closest guy friends, there was one in special that made your heart bump fast every time he looked at you. The boy’s name was Kim Jongin.

You first knew him on the first year of High School. As most of the boys would normally do, he quickly felt comfortable to be around you and you turned friends. This way that boys would act around you didn’t bother you; you’d rather spend time with them talking about all the shit you want and laughing then to discuss stupid things like “I want to buy a new dress” or “Look at the new makeup I made” with girls.

It was hard not to fall in love with Jongin. He was hot, really hot, intelligent and kind. The whole female population of the school had some crush on him. But these girls weren’t as close to him as you were; they didn’t know him as you did. You knew every side of him; the dorky way of his to laugh when he’s having fun, his love for chicken, his gently smile, the way he’d smirk at the girls he’s flirting with, his passion for dance.

You fell for him. Deeply.

But you knew that it was a platonic love. For him (and for all the boys you hang out with), you were just “the cool girl”. They’d never look at you and see any kind of beauty or attraction, and it wasn’t different with Jongin. Why would they like a girl that dressed like a boy, spoke like a boy, always acting like a boy? Although you have never said that, you knew that they thought you were lesbian.

That’s why you never had the courage to confess to him. He would probably laugh at your face and think you were joking. You knew very well the kind of girl he liked – girly, or at least someone that would look like a girl.

The thought of you two together was just pathetic. So you kept all your feelings for yourself.

But nowadays, things were getting harder.

You were sitting with your friends on a restaurant eating some junk food as you would usually do on Fridays. Speaking about useless things, laughing hysterically at some stupid joke – that was the kind of conversation you’d have.

“We were planning to watch some horror movies today after practice.” Jongin said while you attached a delicious and not-so-healthy hamburger full of bacon and cheddar. “Do you want to come along?”

“Not today.” You said. “I have to study to the tests.”

ChanYeol raised an eyebrow. “Since when you care about studies?”

“I know it looks like I am lazy, but actually I want to get in a good college.” You said. “You guys should study, too!”

Baekhyun then laughed. “Okaaay, Miss Intelligent. I’ll just pretend you do really care about it.”

“Just shut up.” You said, rolling your eyes.

Sehun that was quiet all the time said: “You’re going to lose great movies. We were going to watch the Insidious trilogy. Since you’re the only girl I know that wouldn’t freak out and scream like stupid.”

“You should invite Tao instead.” You winked jokingly and they laughed.

All were going fine like that until Sulli stepped inside the restaurant.

You immediately felt the anger grow up inside your chest as you watched her walk towards a table with her other friends. Sulli was simply the prettiest girl in the school, the kind that every boy wanted to date.

The comments on your table started. You tried to just ignore, but then Jongin’s voice bumped inside your ears.

“Damn, she’s hot.” He said, staring at the girl.

You blinked, suddenly the hamburger you were eating didn’t feel so tasty. Even he liked her?

You looked at Sulli. Her flawless fair skin, her short and smooth black hair, her pink lips, her sweet smile.

She was everything you weren’t.

You put the hamburger back on the plate and stared blankly at the table while the boys talked about something you didn’t care. A weird and hurtful feeling slowly grew up inside you. It wasn’t a new how you felt unconfident about yourself, but you didn’t expect it would hurt like that.

Suddenly feeling a hurry to get out of the place, you said some stupid excuse to them and left. You realized how Jongin frowned at you, confused, but he didn’t ask you anything.

Arriving home, you locked yourself inside your bedroom that was a complete mess. You didn’t want to feel weak, but that was the only thing you felt while curling yourself under the bed’s sheets.


You stopped in the front of the dance studio.

Holding the books in front of your chest, you walked in and asked the receptionist where the room 25 was. She told you, and you walked towards a stair to the second floor.

Jongin forgot some books with you that day, and you judged it was important to give it back since he had to study for the tests. So, you decided to come to the dance studio he practiced in, among with Sehun and Lay, a friend that were a few years older than you.

You could hear the music playing through the hallways. Suddenly interested in a sweet melody of a piano, you stopped in front of one of the rooms and watched inside through the window.

A class of at least fifteen ballerinas was practicing inside the room. You observed their smooth movements, the way their bodies moved among the song.

Their flat stomachs, long legs, perfect posture and discipline of movements. They had full control of their selves.

They were everything you’d never be.

“Hey, ___ !” you heard a familiar voice call. Jongin walked towards you, wiping the sweat of his face with a towel. He had a smile on his face. “What are you doing here?”

You gulped, trying to act normal. “Nothing.” You suddenly remembered why you were here and handed him the books. “I mean, you forgot these things with me. I just came to give it back.”

Jongin’s smile grew wider as he took he books. You loved the way his eyes would close into two adorable thin crescents. “Thank you so much! I was searching for these books, but I couldn’t find it nowhere. You’re the best!”  

You offered him a small smile with no happiness. Jongin would always act like that, would threat you kind. But he acted like that with everyone.

Of course, he’d say different things for the girls he’s interested. He’d never say those sweet things for you.

“___, are you okay?” Jongin suddenly said, bringing you back to reality. He had an amused expression on his face.

“Uh? Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You murmured. He frowned.

“Don’t lie to me, ___. I know there is something wrong going on, since yesterday afternoon at the restaurant.” He approached you and lowered his tone voice. “What’s bothering you? You know you can trust me to talk about anything, right?”

You gulped and pressed your lips together. Please, stop being nice to me. You though to yourself. Do you know how much it hurts me?

You sighed and opened a fake smile. “I’m fine, Jongin. Now, go back to practice. I don’t want to bother you.”

You walked down the hallway, not letting Jongin say nothing more.


You stood up in front of the mirror.

The only clothes you wore were your panties and bra. You analyzed yourself as someone that analyzes a death frog.

Your stomach wasn’t flat. Your legs weren’t long. Your skin wasn’t smooth, and why your hair was so messy?

You had a feeling that everything about you was terribly wrong.

You suddenly felt stupid for walking inside that store. Almost as if you were doing something criminal, you took a light blue dress (something anyone would never imagine you wearing) and decided to try it, not before checking out if there was someone that would recognize you.

You sighed and wore the dress, adjusting it in your body awkwardly. The last time you wore a dress you were, like, ten years old? You stared at your reflection on the mirror, frowning.

You just didn’t fit in that dress. Not that it wasn’t your size or something, but that girly and cute piece of clothe just didn’t fit your image. Your face, your hair, your body… not even a inch of you was pretty or delicate like that. Delicate as someone that would be attractive to boys…

Attractive to Jongin.

You suddenly imagined Sulli inside that dress. She would fit perfectly, and would look flawless…

In a way you’d never be.

You suddenly felt disgusted. What the hell were you trying to do? You took the dress off, feeling ridiculous, feeling idiot. How dared you even try to fit on that? You wore your clothes back, wanting to go out of that stupid store as fast as you could.

When you were about to give the dress back to a saleswoman, you heard a high pitched voice call your name.

It was Kim Sun Hee, a girl from your school and her friends. Because of your close relationship with the most popular boys in the school, it looks like the girls decided to just hate you. When you were with the boys, Sun Hee had no courage to approach you, but things were different when you were alone.

“Excuse me, is that a dress what you’re holding?” she asked, a cruel tone in her voice.

“Nothing of your business.” You said in an icy voice tone.

“It’s really a dress!” Sun Hee said, ignoring your phrase. She laughed, and her friends followed her. “Looks like someone is trying to be a girl for once! The scene is so stupid that I can’t help but laugh. Do you really think you’re pretty enough to wear something like this?”

Normally, you’d fight back. You’d even beat her. But her words made the bad feeling grow up stronger inside you.

She’s right.

You ignored Sun Hee and gave the dress back to the first saleswoman you saw. You suddenly couldn’t help but run away from the store – run as fast as you could, run away from the stupid image of yourself on the mirror.

But you couldn’t run away from yourself.


Days passed by. Weeks, months.

Day by day, you hated yourself more and more.

The day before the incident at the store was one of the most humiliating. Sun Hee, this bitch, appeared on school using the same light blue dress you were holding. No one knew, but the way she looked at you was enough for you to see that she did that exclusively to hurt you.

And she did; because Sun Hee looked perfect wearing that dress, in a way you didn’t.

You tried to hide it, but at some time, people realized that something was wrong with you. The constant dark circles around your eyes, because you always cried before sleep. Your sudden loss of weight, because you suddenly didn’t want to eat anymore – and when you ate something, you would vomit all the food. The way you distanced yourself from the others. From Jongin.

Your mom asked what was wrong; your friends asked what was going on, Jongin asked what was happening to you. You just smiled and said that everything was okay.

But there is always something that would make you feel even worse.

Jongin had forgot a biology book with you again – it looks like he had some kind of memory loss or something. As usual, he was at the dance studio practicing after school. Despite the fact you were avoiding him to death, you thought he would be searching for it, so you went to give it back.

You walked to the second floor, trying not to look at the rooms full of perfect ballerinas that would make you feel down – although the studio was quite empty that evening, because of the bad weather. You reached the room 25, where you knew Jongin would be.

The moment you silently opened the door, your body froze.

Jongin was holding a water bottle, a smile on his face while he talked to…


She smiled back to him, looking as beautiful as ever. You saw a sparkle on her eyes while she looked at him. They were close from each other, and the way Jongin smiled at her…

They were both beautiful. The perfect couple. It felt like receiving a punch on the face.

You practically ran out of the room before they could realize your presence – but it was too late, because Jongin saw you. He frowned, confused, and ran after you down the hallway.

“___, wait!” He said, but you didn’t even look to him. What Jongin does takes you by surprise: he holds your wrist and makes you enter an empty room, closing the door shut.

He looked at you, an arm holding the handle of the door, not letting you go. He had his brows furrowed, an amused expression.

“What’s happening, ___?” he said.

You avoided his gaze. “Just let me go, Jongin.”

“No, I won’t let you go.” He said, and you realized that he was a bit upset. “I won’t let you go until you tell me what’s going on. ___, everyone realized that you’re not okay. You’re avoiding us, you look sick… you’re not the same anymore.”

You looked down to your feet. That’s it. He really thinks I look sick, that I’m so unattractive…

“I’m tired of seeing you act like this, ___! So, I’m not going to let you go until… hey, wait, you’re crying?!”

You quickly swiped the tears away from your face, but not quick enough. Jongin widened his eyes, completely confused.

You froze when felt his arms embracing you in a tight hug. He made you rest your face on his chest.

“Yah, did I say something wrong? I’m sorry!” he said, his voice pointing some shyness. He had never hugged you before. “It wasn’t my intention. But I am… I am preoccupied with you, ___. A lot. I don’t want you to be like this.”

You felt more tears quietly falling down your cheeks; had no strength to hug him back. Why were you feeling so sad?

“Those girls are still bothering you?” Jongin continued, tense because you stayed in silence. “If it is the problem, I can call the boys and we resolve this. We won’t let them bother you.” You keep quiet. He gulps, not knowing what to do. If you weren’t too engulfed in your own sadness, would realize how his heart was beating fast and how his cheeks were flushing red. “Are you feeling tired because you’re studying too much? I can help you studying if you…”

“I am the problem.” You suddenly said in an almost-whisper. Jongin frowned and leaned back to see your face, without letting you go. He felt a pang I his heart when saw that you kept on crying.

“W-What?” he stuttered.

You gulped; had no courage to look at his face, so you just stared at his chest blankly. “Look at me, Jongin. I am the problem. Everything about me is just… wrong.” You said.

Jongin’s eyes widened, starting to realize what you were trying to say. “What are you…”

“Stop acting as if you don’t know what I’m talking about!” you suddenly screamed, letting go of his arms. “You said yourself that I look sick… that’s because I am too ugly for you to see something good on me. Just look at me! I am a complete joke. Compared to these other girls… compared to Sulli, the girl you were so happy with some minutes ago, I am nothing!” The tears fell more and more, blurring your view. “So, please, stop acting so nicely to me, just stop trying to…”

What the hell are you talking about?!” Jongin interrupted you, incredulous. He put his hands on each side of his waist, staring at you. “ Ugly? Fat? How dare you say those things about yourself? How can you compare yourself to these girls of the school?”

He shook his head, still incredulous. His words didn’t help you a bit. He suddenly widened his eyes, falling onto realization. “That’s why you’re so skinny, ___? You are not eating… because you think you’re fat? You just stopped eating?”

You looked down at your feet. Your silence was enough for him.

Jongin gulped, suddenly feeling the sadness beat him. He was hurt seeing you hurt like that. How could he not see this? “___, look at me.” He asked softly.

You had no courage to do so. Jongin sighed, and your eyes widened when you felt his warm hands cup each side of your face, making you look at him.

His eyes were full with guilt, which you didn’t understand why. He gently swiped the tears away from your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Why are you doing this to yourself, ___?” he asked in a smooth voice, filled with preoccupation and sadness.

His gaze on you was so intense that you felt your cheeks flushing, and you couldn’t help but look away. “B-Because I am too fat and ugly… I’m not pretty or delicate. I am just… this.” You almost whispered.

Jongin closed his eyes for a few seconds and sighed, looking at you again. “That’s right, you’re not as delicate or girly as other girls. But that’s what makes you special. These girls of the school… they are all the same. There is nothing that makes them different, but you have this thing. I just don’t understand… I always thought you were proud for being different from them.”

He gulped, and you suddenly saw his cheeks flushing slightly as he continued. “Please, don’t say you’re fat, because you are not. You’re perfectly fine. That’s not good for your health to stop eating, ___! There is nothing wrong with your body; there is nothing wrong with you. You say you’re not pretty as you wanted to be, but I know you’re also wrong at it.”

You frowned; what was he trying to say? Jongin’s cheeks now had a deep shade of pink, while he bit his lower lip. “You always act so boyishly, but I see the adorable way you pout when you’re confused, or the cute little smile you open when you’re shy. I see the way you play with your hair when you’re thinking, the sound of your laugh it’s like music to my ears. I see you. I see that backwards this tomboy image, you are a delicate girl, prettiest than any other from that school. You don’t need to use dresses, makeup or heels to be beautiful, because you’re beautiful just the way you are. I see this beautiful girl more than anyone, and I love this girl more than anyone.”

Your eyes widened while he talked, your heart bumping so fast you thought it was going to stop. What did you just heard?

“W-What did you…?”

Jongin opened the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen, although his cheeks were still blushing and you knew he was more than embarrassed. “You heard what I said.” He leaned in, getting so close to you that you could feel his warm breath against your face. “But please, promise me you will take care of your health. Please, promise me you will love yourself, and I promise I will help you whenever you need.” He whispered.

You hesitated for a moment, but then slightly nodded once. “I… I promise, Jongin.”

And with that promise, Jongin pressed his lips against yours in the sweetest way possible.


The next Monday, the whole school went on shock when Jongin proudly walked through the hallways with his hand intertwined with yours.

You wanted to run away in embarrassment – not because of Jongin, but because every single person in that school would stare at you while you walked. When Sun Hee saw you and Jongin, you saw how angry she got. When you passed through Sulli, her eyes were filled with sadness.

Jongin explained to you that Sulli had confessed to him some days ago, but he refused her feelings. Sulli was kinda stubborn, so she went to the studio to talk to him. He acted nice to her, because Jongin’s not the type to be rude with people, and that was all.

Yes, he said she was hot, but Jongin is a boy, right? He had the right to think other girls were attractive.

It doesn’t matter now, anyway.

“Relax, ___.” Jongin said to you, seeing how tense you were.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered back to him, looking at your own feet. “Is just that I’m not used to get this much attention.”

Jongin laughed and cupped one of your cheeks. “They’ll get used to it soon; they will have to get used to it, because I’m not letting you go.”

He kissed you there, in the hallway, everyone looking at you. Jongin didn’t feel embarrassed because of you; he was letting it very clear that you were dating him.

“Waaah, I love happy endings!” you heard a familiar voice say.

Your face was all red when you realized that all your friends were standing there, looking at you two. Jongin chuckled and put his arm around your waist.

ChanYeol crossed his arms. “So, you finally got the girl! I was already getting upset at you.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

Baekhyun smiled. “Everyone already knew that Jongin liked you, girl.” But then he pointed at you like an angry ahjussi. “Yah, I heard you just stopped eating! You better not do it, did you hear? Or I will force the food down your throat!”

KyungSoo rolled his eyes. “Baekhyun, you’re so gross.” He then opened a cute smile at you. “We were preoccupied with you, ___. But you’ll take care of your health now, right? I can cook for you if you want.”

“I can take you to that bubble tea shop, so we can eat that delicious chocolate cookies.” Sehun said, then looked at Jongin. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s it, we’ll going to make you really fat.” Baekhyun said. “You’ll be as fat as a whale. Don’t doubt us!”

You laughed, suddenly feeling stupid for distancing yourself from them. All these buys were just trying to make you feel better, just preoccupied with you.

“Thank you, guys. A lot.” you said, still smiling.

You couldn’t feel more thanked.

That weekend, Jongin made you confess to your parents all your problems. You finally realized how you were making them also preoccupied with you. They took you to the doctor, because your health was really fragile. Jongin stayed by your side as he promised when the doctor said that you had a big eating disorder.

And he stayed by your side, always telling you how beautiful you were, how he loved you, until you finally had courage enough to say you loved him too. You still had a big way forward until get free from your problems, but as much as Jongin were with you, supporting you, you finally started thinking that you couldn’t be as ugly as you thought.

But it wasn’t so important. Because you had Jongin, you needed nothing more.


Scenario done! It was going to be really depressive and sad, but it just turned into a fluffy thing I don’t even know why. Feedback is always acceptable! Please show me your opinions on this one!

Thanks for reading <3