#so idk why he decided i was the one to unload that lecture on. i am already not eating corn by preference

[naomiknight-17]

I used to have a huuuge crush on this guy here on Tumblr, way back in the early MLP:FIM days

One day, diet culture came up on the dash and I made a comment saying something like "Ugh, I fucking hate when people try to tell me how to eat or be like 'oh no this food is so fattening! Never eat this!' Like. I did not ask."

And then said dude came into my ask box and started lecturing me on why corn is the most evil food on earth and I should listen when people say not to eat it???

Bro. I JUST said I hate when people do this shit. Why are you doing this

I got over my crush not too long after that, I think

Why do people think "I hate when people do X!" Is some kind of challenge that somehow translates to "please do X to me I'm sure it will be different when you do it"

🙃

[riiiiiiinnnnnnn]

Henna Tattoos - jjk

pairing : jungkook x female!reader

genre : fluff? maybe? with a sprinkle of make love sesh mention? idk man

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A/N : hi, welp this is my first time ever writing fic featuring jeon plus also my first time posting fic in this site and this idea popped up while i was doing my hennas and yes here we go. nonetheless i am so in love with jeon's tatts and definitely cannot wait for the time he proudly show his tatts to us like c'mon jeon feed us already *sigh* and i'm sorry if the storyline is somehow bland and the ending is kinda meh? cause yes considering this is my first time writing this and i hope you guys understand *finger love* stay healthy and warm guys! borahae~

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"Baby?"

You lift your head from washing machine; unloading a massive pile of laundry.

"Yes, my love?" you teased. You could see Jungkook already leaning on the door frame.

"I have a favor to ask." he scratches the back of his head before continuing,

"I bought some uhm, some hennas..and I thought that if you like could help me draw some henna tattoos on me?"

You fondly smile. Knowing so well how much Jungkook wanted to have some permanent tattoos drawn on him but was afraid if he didn't like it afterwards; or more like if you didn't like it.

"Kook." you cooed. "Okay, let me finish this first then we'll see what I can do for you okay?" you replied.

"Okay then let me help so that it will finished faster." Jungkook said while carrying the buckets filled with clothes to be hanged outside. Well, the summer sun is so beautiful, hot and bright and you think that you could save some penny on electricity bill if you didn't used the dryer.

After a while of hard work hanging tons of both you and Jungkook's clothes, you and Jungkook sprawled at the living room's floor.

"So where are the hennas?" you asked after taking some deep breath; tired. Jungkook quickly get up before dissappear into the bedroom. He came back 2 minutes later with some plastic bags on his right hand.

"Here," he gave the bags to you before taking his place beside you. You take a peek inside the bag and was surprised to see how much hennas Jungkook had bought. He even bought all the tools and some other things only henna tattoos artist knew.

"Did you planned to open your own henna tattoos parlor, Kook?" you muffled your laugh. He just smiled shyly.

"Well, I don't know which one is suitable and I guess I just bought everything that can be considered and related to henna?" he scratches the back of his head; a habit he picked up when he's shy.

You chuckle at his enthusiasm. "Which part of your body do you want me to do it? Hands? Arms? Or.." you smugly smile while trailing down to his crotch.

You could see a pinkish hue of blush formed on both of his cheeks plus his doe eyes becoming so big at your bold words.

"Just kidding. Give me your hand. Last time you said you want the tatts here right?" you winked while taking his right hand onto your lap.

"Well, I don't really mind if you insist on drawing the tatts there." Jungkook teased you while nudging your side making you flinch. "And then we can do another interesting thing afterwards?" he wiggle his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes at him making him laugh. "Well then, my very first and precious customer, which kind of drawings do you want?" you decided to just ignore him and gave him the mini book with henna examples on it. Jungkook took the book and flipped through it.

After a while of flipping the book back and forth, he sighed heavily. "Why? Didn't find the one that you want?" you asked. Jungkook nodded.

"Or do you have any other idea? I can try draw it if you let me to. I can be considered quite creative." you shrug your shoulder.

"Really? Since when did my girl becomes creative?" he squint his eyes at you.

"Since I dated this golden boy named Jeon Jungkook?" you bite your bottom lips. Which you partly agree considering that Jungkook is so good at drawing and you sometimes pick up his habit of doddling whenever you are bored during lectures.

He let out a big laugh until his nose scrunched up like a bunny; flashing his bunny teeth. You love it when he laugh like this.

"I do..have some idea." Jungkook tap his chin. "But I am not really sure if it suits me or not?" he sighed.

"Why don't you draw it here? Then we both can see if it suits you or not?" you suggest while giving him a paper and pen.

Jungkook just nodded and started scribble the paper while explaining it to you. After a lots of tries and errors, he finally let you draw the tattoos on his right hand.

"Is this okay?" you asked after finishing the drawings just like how he wanted; while flapping your hand to ease the numbs that become to creep.

"Wow! This is against my expectations. I didn't know that you like actually can draw?" he exclaimed. You smacked his right thigh leaving him with an 'ouch'.

"Didn't I said it earlier? I am quite creative?" you flares your nose at him. Jungkook just chuckles while taking your hands to massage them. "Okay, okay, my girl had become so good at drawing now and that's all thanks to her precious golden boy named Jeon Jungkook?" he surrendered but still giving himself a credit. You just nodded.

"So, when will you decided to draw a permanent one?" you asked while caressing his left hand. Jungkook shrug his shoulder. "I don't know. I am still thinking about it."

"Just do it babe, you always have my support in whatever you do." you said while still caressing his hand. He just smile. "Thank you for helping me out, baby. " he kissed your hands. "And now I am super hungry. Lets order some food shall we?" he continued while lightly tapping your thigh and get up to stretch his body. You nodded.

You just watch him placing the food orders while thinking about getting one tattoo for yourself.

[rachembol]

Dust in the Wind (Part 2/?)

Pairings: Sam x Reader (Eventually)

Genre/Warnings: Self-discovery, vengeance, grief, absentee father, typical Supernatural violence, cursing, fluff, shitty writing, idk probably typos?

Words: ~2.2 k

Summary:  Life as a post doc was stressful, but your typical norm: lecturing in the morning, working in the lab in the afternoon, and finally grading homework and working on your publications in the evening.  Of course, that life came crashing down the day the sheriff of your hometown called telling you of your mother’s brutal murder. As the only child of a single mother, you had to return to your small Midwestern town to bury the only person who supported you and pushed you through everything.  While sorting through her belongings, you had come across a small box whose contents had you switching your title from Doctorate in Biology to Hunter.  What would become the search of your lifetime will not end the way you expect it.

a/n: This is my first attempt ever at writing fanfiction.  You know it’s garbage, I know it’s garbage, we all know its garbage.  Just trying to get the writing part of my brain semi functioning while also enjoy the interesting universe that is Supernatural. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism!

Series List | Part 1 | Part 3

Foreseeing Dean’s reaction, Sam had already packed for the coming trip to Michigan as had Jack due to Sam’s suggestion.  After returning from the food run, Sam informed Dean and Cas about the now developing, very personal, case.  

“Say what?” Dean yelled, his voice echoing off the concrete walls of the Bunker.  His face displayed many emotions: anger, concern, sadness, and the most common expression he wore when talking about Bobby, grief.  It had been six years since their father figure died thanks to Dick Roman, but the Winchester boys always found his death the hardest to grieve.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Castiel stated, tilting his head in confusion.  “Bobby is in heaven, why would someone be looking for him?”

“That’s the point Cas, the only ones who would be concerned about him is us.  Bobby had no other family.” Turning to Dean, Sam continued. “I know this screams ‘Trap’ all in caps but I don’t think we can ignore this.  What if there’s a shapeshifter, or a- a- I don’t know something else pretending to be him?” He ranted.

“He’s right.  Someone looking for a dead man is not normal, especially one as reclusive as Bobby was.  So, I say we pack our bags and follow this fishy smell all the way to Michigan.” Dean declared.

“Fishy smell?  Did you guys buy fish at the store or something?” Jack question hesitantly.

Out of not wanting to embarrass Jack directly, Dean turned his frustration to Sam, “Really dude?  You’ve had so much time to teach him, yet the kid still doesn’t understand basic idioms!”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you even know what an idiom is Dean.” Sam retorted, choking down his laugh before it escaped.

Dean pulled the Impala into the lot of the motel that Sam had found from a quick internet search in a town over from their destination.  All four men agreed that staying away from the precinct as much as possible would be the best move, as they were all cautious to not spring the inevitable trap laid before them.  The several hour ride had been extremely anxious, to say the least.  Both Sam and Dean refused to talk about Bobby, as they didn’t want to have to relive the emotions that they had fought so hard to bury. Jack was filled with curiosity, wanting to know more about this “Bobby” and why it was upsetting the brothers, but Castiel continued to give him an expression that read not now.

Once the car came to a complete stop, Dean immediately hopped out and went straight to the motel office, not without first turning to Sam and tossing the keys.  Sam grunted as they landed in his hands, knowing that this was Dean’s way of saying “Get the shit out of the car, I’ll be back.”.  He knew that his brother was going to be upset during this whole fiasco, Sam just didn’t expect it to be this bad.  Determined to keep moving forward, as it was usually best to ignore Dean’s moods, he moved towards the trunk of the Impala and began unloading.

“-don’t ask questions, it will just make it worse.” Castiel said as he opened his car door, apparently ending a conversation with Jack.  He didn’t know what the whole conversation entailed, but Sam could assume from their expressions of concern that Jack hadn’t been able to hold his questions in any longer and Castiel had tried his best to silence the young Nephilim.

Soon, Team Free Will 2.0 was setup in their newly booked rooms and began the process of planning their next move.  Sam had easily hacked through the typical - poorly written - state issued firewall that the precinct had and began accessing any digital files related to Bobby.  The weapons stash from the Impala had been unloaded and sprawled out across one of the two beds in the room.  Dean cleaned the guns and inventoried their ammo while Castiel sharpened angel blades and other weapons of the sort.  Not really knowing what else to do, Jack took out a tablet he had in his bag and began memorizing the surroundings of the precinct.  Silence fell as they all focused on the job at hand.

After about two hours, the first to break the silence was Sam. “So get this… There is no other mention of Bobby in their entire network, there are even key documents missing that should have been processed before the alert should have been issued.”

“So someone is covering their tracks?” Dean asked as he tossed the barrel of the .45 he was currently cleaning onto the bed. He walked over to the cheaply made table his brother sat at and peered down at the computer screen.  Castiel followed suit after he was satisfied with his work on the blade in his hands.

Flipping through the windows he had open, Sam began showing Dean the lack of documentation. “Yeah, normally you have an initial report and then then deputy or sheriff get involved to approve it. It’s supposed to be a multi-step process, you know, to prevent fake reports from flooding the national system. The only document that has Bobby’s name on it is the final product of this process, the one that gets released nationwide.  It’s actually the same exact document that Jody sent us.”

In attempt to contribute, Jack spoke up. “That means the only way to find out who made the initial report is by having the officer who released the alert to identify them?”

“Look’s like it’s time to put on the FBI attire.” Dean nodded.  “I’ll go grab the badges from the glove box.”  His mood was destined to not improve.

The next afternoon the Impala drove into the precinct parking lot.  Within it, two salty hunters, one half angel kid, and a guy that came back from the dead (again!) sat well dressed and well equipped.  Due to the circumstances, both Dean and Sam agreed to wear silver rings and carry silver knives in their interior jacket pockets.  Castiel tucked his angel blade within the sleeve of his jacket, always preferring his heavenly blade than anything else.  Due to lack of training and his still growing powers, Jack decided he would only carry a silver blade in the same fashion as the brothers but for emergencies only.

Before they exited the car, Dean restated the plan.  He and Sam would go question the sheriff while Castiel and Jack obtained security footage dating from two days before the alert was released all the way to the present.  If the brothers are unable to get any information out of the sheriff, the security footage may have been fortunate enough to capture a shapeshifter.

They entered the dimly lit station and immediately caught the attention of the receptionist.  It wasn’t everyday that four well dressed and handsome men walked into a small town of roughly two thousand, let alone into the police station of maybe 20 staff. “Hello! How can I help you?” He asked sweetly.  The youngest one beamed at the receptionist, obviously being the most enthusiastic of the entire group.  Cute as a button he thought to himself.

“Ah, yes.  We actually need to speak to your sheriff.” Sam stated flatly as he flashed his FBI badge. The receptionist’s eye grew in shock as Sam continued. “There was a missing persons alert released from here a few days ago that, well, let’s just say shouldn’t have been.”

God that came off so fucking rude. Sam said as he mentally slapped himself.  Even though he was nearly as upset as Dean was, he had to keep his cool or this whole plan would fall apart.  Fortunately for him, the receptionist immediately got up to get the sheriff.

Thirty minutes later, Dean and Sam were finishing up their unhelpful conversation with the Sheriff, who didn’t even know about the alert.  As they exit the sheriff’s office to go look for the Castiel and Jack, a scrawny, frantic man crashed right into Sam.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” He gushed as he starts to pick up the filing on the floor that he was once holding.  “You must be the FBI agents.  I’m the deputy here, names Sullivan.  Were you able to get things straightened out with the Sheriff?”

There was a pause as the brother’s assessed the man; Sam’s gut feeling kicked in.  Remembering that missing persons alerts could be approved by a sheriff or deputy, he began interrogating the man.

“Um, actually we were getting ready to come speak with you.” He said, earning him a questioning glace from Dean.

The Deputy hesitated until finally saying, “Oh! Well, no problem! Follow me to my office?”

Your nerves seemed to increase the closer you got to Sioux Falls.  The anticipation was killing you; you were finally going to talk to someone who has actually seen the Bastard in the flesh.  Not wanting to waste any time, you immediately drove to the tipper’s address.  Before pulling into the driveway, your phone went off.  What the hell do you want, Sul?

“R,

Don’t want to spook you but uh, the FBI just showed up and are questioning the sheriff.  What the hell do I do if they start questioning me?

-Sullivan”

Anticipating that this would happen, you dug through your center console for a small wooden box.  You had only started hunting about three years ago but thankfully in that short amount of time you had met a few helpful hunters along the way.  One particular hunter had been extremely helpful in teaching you a few useful magic tricks.  The ever-so-lovely Kelsi was a hunter that grew up learning witchcraft from her mother and, fortunately, had been taught to only use it for good.  You would always try to keep stock of some “backup magics” she taught you for situations like these.  You finally found the box you were looking for that contained a memory altering hex bag.  This bag’s effect is that it would keep the affected individual’s brain short term memory from functioning properly; meaning you could interview her and she wouldn’t remember it later.  Kind of like shutting off the recording part of the brain.  This allows the hex bag to be removed but the desired affect remains.

It wouldn’t be too long before Sullivan would be handing himself over and those FBI agents would be on your tail in South Dakota.  You promised yourself that after you interviewed the tipper you would destroy your burner phone.  Stuffing the box into your pocket and tucking your gun into your waist band, you exited your car and headed towards the front door of the tipper’s house. As long as you stuck to your plan, you would find out where the Bastard was and then the real fun would begin.

Fuming as he walked out of Deputy Dumbass’ office, Dean chided, “This is fucking great.  R?  That’s really our only clue?”.

“It’s not our only clue, Dean.  I have copies of the messages and emails, as well as access to Sullivan’s email should he be contacted again.  We also may be able to locate the phone that was used, or uh- maybe logons with that email.  It’s a very dying trail, I’ll admit, but it’s still a trail.  Just calm down a bit De-“  The youngest Winchester was cut off by the sounds of crashing paperwork behind them.  Sure enough, the Deputy was running towards them.

“Okay, for some reason I totally forgot about this.”  He huffed, placing his hands on his knees to catch his breathe. Dean rolled his eyes while Sam said something encouraging to the clutter-brained officer.

Sullivan held out a sheet of paper as he finally spoke.  “There was a tip called in about eighteen hours ago, some old woman from South Dakota, near Sioux Falls.  I’ve already sent it to R, and I’m sure he is on his way.”

Dean snatched the report out of Sullivan’s hands.  This is a real clue, Sammy. He read it over quickly, while Sam peered over his shoulder.  Sure enough, in a town about thirty minutes outside of Sioux Falls a woman in her mid-50’s called in, saying something about a junk yard owner.  Dean was half way out the door to call Jody before Sam could even say thank you to the Deputy.

He stood just out the door of the station beginning to dial the Sioux Fall’s sheriff’s number as he told Sam to go find Castiel and Jack.  She answered just after the first ring.

“You better not be dying Winchester, what’cha got?” Jody asked.

Dean began his rambling, “An anonymous person paid off a Deputy to release the alert.  Of course, Deputy Dumbass got a tip from someone near Sioux Falls, and its already been sent to the individual looking for Bobby.  The tipper said she is willing to meet with officials, she even mentioned something about the salvage yard.”

Series List | Part 1 | Part 3

[wannawrite]

The B In Baejin Is For Boyfriend Material

• who?: Wanna One's Bae Jinyoung • genre: 🌸 • type: bullet point blog navigator. • pure fluff of what Jinyoung would be like as a boyfriend on campus kdlsjskdjsj I'm honestly really terrible at the boyfriend type of content because I'm not good at speculating or assuming how people actually are in real life. But this was fun to do and I hope it isn't a total flop. Thank you for requesting this anon!! - Admin L 

• first of all, regardless of what college you apply to or enrol in, Jinyoung would be super supportive • even if your dream college and his dream college were 200 miles away • luckily, you guys somehow got into the same college • hell yeah • you wouldn't see your boyfriend for awhile because you're too busy packing and getting ready for college • but this is Bae Jinyoung we're talking about   • *ring ding dong* • you peel open the door to reveal a smiling Baejin, hands filled with packing materials such as masking tape • "yah ~ aren't you supposed to be getting ready as well? Why are you here?" • "i'm here to help!" • you sigh and raise your eyebrows at him • then again, you aren't actually complaining about it • who wouldn't want to have your boyfriend around • and helping you • Jinyoung's house is closer than yours to the institute so he doesn't have much to bring to his dorm • he can travel that half an hour every weekend • your situation is different • much different • a dozen of your things are packed and ready to be shipped to college with you • which is practical because you can't be travelling 5 hours up and down every day • you need everything in your dorm • literally • including that cute plushie Jinyoung gifted you on your birthday to sleep with • otherwise, you know you won't be able to fall asleep • your roommate is cool with you pretty much occupying the entire dorm since they too live extremely close to the college • you love your roommate already • let's not lie Jinyoung is probably decent at packing and being neat • sure, he's no Minhyin but he makes an effort to try and help • folds your clothing • realises it's his sweater he thought he lost last Winter • Baejin sighs but smiles and tucks it in your luggage anyway • his baby WILL wear his clothes • stops to observe the things you packed and realises you have like 500 boxes of household equipment • "....love, how much stuff do you actually need?" • "LovE hOW muCH STufF dO YOu acTUALLy NeED" you reply • *insert Spongebob meme* • "you will help me carry it to my room, won't you?" • your voice drips with honey, sickeningly sweet and begging • Jinyoung pinches your cheek gently, "ahh, I can't. I'm moving in two days after you, remember?" • "yah! is that your reason for moving in after?" • a cheeky smile spreads on his face but before you can retort something snarky, he presses his soft lips to yours • packing is forgotten • you are sad you're moving in before your boyfriend does • he doesn't forget your move in date • at first, your parents were going to drive you and your things over • surprise • on that day, it was Bae Jinyoung and  your parents who showed up in the car to pick you • you nearly melted into tears • he lives far away from you so any unscheduled meet up is rare and always makes you cry • bc he doesn't have to make that 5?? 6?? hour journey to and fro • but he chose to • well duh, it's for you • he's that type of person let him live • your parents were in on it too • the car ride to college is one of the more enjoyable ones you have had in your life • Jinyoung is so charming your parents fell for him immediately • he's talking about baking, politics and gardening all at once to both your parents • it's amusing • and you really wouldn't have it any other way • look at your boyfriend and family getting along so well • he bouta be part of the family soon • wink wonk • your parents love him as much as you do • maybe even more • as soon as the car is parked, your parents venture out to sip tea in one of the on-campus cafes, promising to see you before they leave for the long drive back • your legs are so wobbly you can't even stand up straight anymore • pins and needles are a PAIN • thankfully, you have an amazing boyfriend by the name of Bae Jinyoung to assist you in balancing • both of you make multiple trips back and forth, each time the load of boxes seemingly heavier • djosapdkdl you realise it's going to take the entire day even if you started at 7am • Baejin pulls out his phone. "Hi Jay, clear my schedule for today. I'm really busy right now" • eventually, you do finish up unloading and unpacking every box and bid your family goodbye • you let your lips linger on Jinyoung's for a few more seconds than usual • "it's never a goodbye kiss, Y/N." • of course, you are reunited on his move in day • the favour is returned by you helping to carry like two boxes of things   • he only needed three boxes and one bag • wow • don't you love staying nearby • college starts and your life is flung into a flurry • you barely catch a glimpse of Jinyoung throughout the first couple of weeks but you two decide on a schedule • he walks you to your first lecture every odd week • and you buy him coffee after his classes every even week • sometimes, he just calls you out of your dorm to grab a pizza at the restaurant on campus • college isn't like this irl but • picnic dates at the picnic tables outside the cafeteria • cloud watching, enjoying the sun, just conversing and finally! relaxing after all the stress from your studies • Jinyoung takes a ton of pictures to save as his wallpaper • you talk about your troubles and spill everything during those sessions • it becomes somewhat therapeutic • when either of you has a bad day, you call each other as soon as classes end • "babe..." • "hang on babe. grab your coat, we're headed out" • it happens all the time • you grab dinner together and then go for a nice night stroll • such romantic • 110% mood improved • study dates in the library when it's finals season • it's meant to be a date but you guys concentrate so much on your studies and nearly forget each other's presence • the library closes late for night study etc • you're wrapped up in his sweater and poring over your notes, frantically trying to memorise information • whenever you look like you want to tear your hair out, Jinyoung takes your pen from you and scribbles on a post-it before stamping it in your notes • "take care of yourself! i love you. :)" • your binder is covered in those neon stickers and they make your heart melt every time you see them • always reminds you to eat and stay hydrated • buys you 'cheer up!' stationery such as ramen shaped erasers or a pen with a cute design • you never actually use them and you keep them in a special pen holder on your desk • your roommate teases you about it, especially when more stationery is added • when Jin gets frustrated, you always remind him that he is worth it and that he isn't going to screw up • hyping him so his confidence doesn't fall to where it used to be • to Baejin, your smile itself is enough to make his day • it only gets better when you leave handwritten notes and sometimes a small snack in his bag while he wasn't looking • walks in and out of the exam hall exuding confidence • one night, you fell asleep at the library, surrounded by all your books • Baejin can't exactly leave you there yet he doesn't want to wake you up • so he took over the graveyard shift from the student librarian just to keep the library open and operating • so that you could have a good sleep • and so that half the cohort could cram a night before finals • in the morning, you are forced to literally drag him out lest he miss his final • you blush when your friends tell you about his gesture • how extra™ • you shake your head out of embarrassment but your friends find his care adorable • he gets really shy when you confront him about it • "really? was there no better way to solve it? you could have woken me up you know?" • "ahh but if I did, you wouldn't have gotten an A* on your paper? would you?" he teases • hahaahahaha true • since it's after finals, Jinyoung decides to take you off campus on a date • he goes out of his way to obtain a special parking pass for campus parking • idk we have that here so ^ • "jin, wasn't that cafe over there? why are we headed to the carpark?" • you feel a bit overdressed for your usual spot but he told you to dress your best • Jinyoung tightens his grip around your hand and beams with a wink • "we're going off campus tonight, sweetheart" • S W E E T H E A R T • by the way, I should mention that he looks absolutely dashing in his suit and maroon tie • you're practically drooling and thanking God for your amazing boyfriend • he's glad he heeded Guanlin's fashion advice • anyway • you can hardly contain your excitement as it's been awhile since you got a break from the college scenery • when he sees your mouth stretching into a giant smile, Jinyoung can't help but grin too. • he's happy you're elated to the point that it can't be hidden • since he lives in the nearest city which is 30 minutes away, you take time to admire the foreign scenery • wow....I can't believe Jinyoung lives here.... it's so pretty • ....maybe one day that will be your hometown too • MOVING ON • Jinyoung takes you to the finest restaurant he knows • his mum ONLY brought her clients there to eat so he knows it's serious • parks his fancy car right next to the entrance • you're wondering how he can afford it • he's still in college • maybe he's in the mafia? or a stripper? • okay i'm sidetracking again I'm sorry • with your arms linked, Jinyoung walks up to the host and confidently says, "I have a reservation under Mr. Bae Jinyoung, table for two" • A S D F G H J K L • dinner isn't as tense as you figured it would be • there's still laughter, jokes, and small talk about your school life • it feels the same - if you minus the fanciness of the place - as one of your regular dates on campus • no matter what, Bae Jinyoung is your boyfriend. the type of date doesn't change who he is • the walks to class • the on-campus dates • staying up late to cram for finals • helping him with his presentation slides • going to watch a movie at the media centre • visiting his dorms with food in the middle of the day when you found out he had been cooped up in there and refused to eat lunch • thank you Daehwi • you propped your head in your hands, sighing but beaming • one hand reached out to grab Jinyoung's, he didn't complain • your hands intertwined lovingly • "my college days are so much better with you"