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Nails and Nighttimes- The8 x Gender Neutral Reader

You would have never thought meeting at a workshop could lead to such a brilliant evening… and such an awkward mistake.

Word Count: 4533 | First Meetings & Awkward Mix-Ups, Drama Queen Jun lmao | Warnings: very suggestive jokes/implications, but no graphic content as always 😘 language

(This man & his nail art! He’s so pretty & so are all his arts!!! I love him. Also expect a part 2 to this hehehe)

Signing up for an art workshop had been a spur-of-the-moment, zero-thoughts-head-empty decision. On the wait to get on the train your eyes had wandered around the station, grazing graffiti and stickers and posters on pillars until they stuck on one like glitter glue. The image of a beautiful gallery topped it, words underneath beckoning people to give themselves up for one of three “art experiences” guided by gallery affiliates themselves. Maybe the subway air vibrations and the mingling scents of passersby had you waxing poetic, but you’d been lamenting of late your lack of opportunities to meet new people, so maybe this was a sign. The gallery doors literal doors into some experience you were meant for.

Or maybe it would be a lonelier version of one of those wine and paint nights. Whatever.

Since you had some time on the train anyway, you scanned the QR code on the poster, pulling up the gallery site’s sign-up sheet to fill out all the fields as walls, lights, and dozens of occupied, distant yet so close to your world strangers chugged past.

Maybe it was luck that they still had spots open, your sign-up and fee being accepted immediately, no waitlisting required.

The very doors pictured on the poster that beckoned you loomed much taller than the image implied, much more imposing. And yet excitement buzzed in your chest as you shouldered your bag and stepped forward through them, following the map to pass from one room of paintings- ooh, impressionism- into another and down a short hallway that dumped almost right into your room.

Several people were already seated at various stools throughout the room’s tables, supplies strewn about them all and color wheels, art prints, and encouraging historical quotes decorated the walls. It felt like the first day of college all over again, entering a room of strangers and feeling the pressure to choose the right one…if you wanted to venture looking like you had an affinity for anyone. Otherwise you could simply start filling an empty table and see who, if anyone, chose you.

Nah. The guy with the glasses looked really cool.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d taken these classes plenty of other times. Dark hair spilled down the nape of his neck, which he ran a hand bearing a few different rings and painted nails over. He had a loose black patterned jacket that looked designer draped over his white tank top, but rather than look cocky he simply sat calmly with his hands in his lap, waiting. As you slid into the seat next to his, he smiled at you, a very kind, genuine expression.

“Is this your first class here?”

“Did I look lost when I came in?” You teased, chuckling nervously.

“No,” he shook his head, voice calm and pretty as the rest of him looked, “I’ve just never seen you here before.”

“Well, you got me there,” you replied with a smile, “I am new. I just happened to see the poster for it in the train station.”

“Then it was meant to be,” he said.

“That’s what I thought, too. Maybe it really was. Oh, by the way, my name is (y/n).”

“I’m Minghao.”

“Nice to meet you. Are you an artist?”

“Well,” Minghao replied, “I’m a regular at the gallery. I just think looking at beautiful things is good for the soul. I do enjoy painting, it’s a way to get my feelings out.”

Yeah, you were right, this guy was cool. “Nice. I’m not much of a painter, usually, so I guess I’m hoping this helps me improve. It’s just been a long time. I still have the painting I did of a family cat from high school, though.”

“I’m sure it looks great.” He could have been being sarcastic, but he sounded so nice you chose to believe it was genuine. The smile still looked kind, so…

It was about that time that your workshop instructor entered the room, introducing herself and the fundamentals of the class as well as the basic items she’d brought to serve as subjects.

“If you’re ready for a more advanced task or just want a challenge, you can choose something else, though,” she added at the end.

“Is that what you’re doing?” You leaned over and whispered just to tease your neighbor.

“You’re so confident in my abilities,” he shot back as you organized the tubes of paint and other supplies on your shared table, “but I have to admit that I did bring something to try.”

You mirrored his grin. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

Leaning down, Minghao unzipped the bag he’d had sitting by his feet, pulling a small patterned green glass vase out and setting it on front of him. “I’ve been wanting to get more practice with reflective surfaces,” he told you as he pulled himself back up, turning in one swift motion.

“Very nice. I bet it’ll look great!”

And for a while things got silent as you learned the best way to mix your paints, preparing them along with the composition of your images. One of the items your instructor had brought for everyone was a banana, but she’d also brought a checkerboard, so you decided to get ambitious and do the checkerboard in a diamond orientation, banana inverted on the bottom. Why you didn’t know, but it just seemed boring to only paint the banana.

“Look at you,” Minghao joked, “you’re already an artist.”

“Oh, yeah, we all know Van Gogh started with bananas.”

“Everyone starts somewhere, right?” He reminded you with a shrug and another soft smile. Those seemed to be his specialty.

As you painted, the pair of you provided each other with tips, quips, and questions; from it you learned Minghao was close to your age, a dancer, did a lot of music and filming projects with his friends- also musicians and dancers of course. He heard about your job, your train commute, your pet.

As your workshop came to an end, you were actually very satisfied with your painting. Definitely worth the price of the workshop, you dare thought.

“What are you calling it?” Minghao asked you, eyes scanning the piece beneath the room’s faintly dim light. “If you’re giving it a name.”

Indeed, you had been the only one to frame your piece like that or even pair those two potential subjects; even your instructor had been surprised, expression stilling for a bit, then widening. In amusement, pride, surprise? Probably a bit of all three. As you wiped your mess of yellow and black smudges off the dark surface of your table, your eyes flicked back to the painting where it dried.

“Sad Checkerboard.”

At that, Minghao giggled, a charming sound you found rather adorable. “Sad Checkerboard,” he repeated, shaking his head.

“I’m kidding. I think,” you said with a chuckle of your own, tossing the moist bundle of wipes in your hand down into the trash can on the floor. “I don’t know if you’re naming yours, but it turned out really well. The pattern looks so accurate.”

“Thanks,” he replied, gently wringing a brush clean at the sink from behind you, “it’s a bit similar to my nails, so maybe that’s why- muscle memory!”

“Oh yeah, I noticed they were painted, but didn’t really look- let me see,” you requested.

Holding out his hand, Minghao raised his eyebrows slightly as you grabbed it in both of yours, bringing it before your eyes to study the monochrome dappling that indeed resembled his painting in a simple black-and-white variant of the green blown glass. Guy had pretty nice hands, too, lithe and nimble like the rest of him- no wonder he was so good at dancing and painting. Even on canvases as small as his fingernails.

“Wow,” you blinked, letting go of his hand after what felt like minutes despite lasting seconds, “these are really good, too. So you do these yourself?”

“Yeah, I just got into it recently,” he answered with a nod as you both grabbed your bags, heading back out into the dim gallery hallway.

“Well, you’re clearly doing it right! Please do mine,” you joked, holding out your currently-empty fingernails in front of your eyes.

Minghao’s next words almost had you halting in the middle of the hall, causing a budding-artist domino pileup. “Sure, why not? Are you doing anything tonight?”

That serene, matter-of-fact expression didn’t waver, his rich brown eyes looking into yours evenly as if he’d said have a nice day. You floundered, opening your mouth in silence once before words came to you, almost not of your own volition.

“Oh. Uh, yeah,” you shook your head, “I’m not doing anything tonight. You’re not sick of painting?”

“No,” he chuckled, finally smiling again though his voice remained casual, “I guess I’m not. I can do your nails if you want. Follow me from the parking lot- all my nail art stuff is at mine and my roommate’s flat. If you’re cool with that?”

Your eyebrows shot up, but somehow your nerves weren’t firing as hard as they probably should have been- how far did this guy’s chill aura reach? Or was he just that comfortable to be around? Somehow you felt like you’d known him for way longer than a couple hours. “Is your roommate going to be home too?”

“Yeah, of course,” Minghao nodded.

“Alright, sure, what’s your rate?” You joked, shrugging the weight of your backpack down its loose strap at your side.

“Don’t worry about money, I just enjoy the process,” Minghao answered, sidestepping a glass display as you two closed in on the gallery’s front doors.

“Even better,” you replied with a grin, “lead the way.”

He was parked a ways closer than you were, but made sure you got to your car before heading back to his. Nice car, but not flashy, just a very clean-looking white sedan. It made you wonder if Minghao’s flat was going to be as monochromatic as the rest of him. How artsy his roommate was, too. Maybe there’d be canvases everywhere against the walls and tarps on the floor like every artist’s home in a corny romance film. But then again, chaos didn’t seem his style.

The route you followed behind his sedan didn’t take you so far from the gallery, it turned out, and at a large complex of flats you’d seen countless times. In fact, you had a friend who lived there and she found it typically quite safe.

Maybe you’d text her if you felt weird about anything. For the time being, though, it was all excitement, anticipation to see the mystery flat and have your nails done who-knows-how at the hands of a multi-talented artist. Plus, who were you kidding? Hadn’t your heart thudded a bit faster when his hand was in yours?

Such echoed in your mind as you pulled into a visitor parking spot by a row of flowered hedges, walking out to meet Minghao with both hands giving your backpack strap anxious tugs.

"Is it going to bother you if Junhui- that's my roommate- is watching a movie?" He asked.

You shook your head. “Not at all. If we need background sound that’ll be it.”

Minghao smiled, and with that you crossed the lot into the building, riding the elevator to the third floor.

Minimalist was how you would describe Minghao’s apartment, its colors indeed mostly matching the monochrome of his black-and-white outfit. The walls were white, hung with an intricate round metal piece with a Chinese character, 喜, centering its design as well as some flowing abstract paintings in the areas first visible.

“The main meaning of that,” he motioned to the character, “is happiness.”

“You guys have a lot of that in here?”

“Well, I guess you’ll find out,” Minghao bantered back.

Your voices, it seemed, tipped off your classmate’s cinephile friend, who was seated cross-legged on the armchair nearest you two. “Oh, you’re back! Hi! Did you want me to get out of your hair, or-”

“No, it’s fine, remember?” Minghao reminded him. “We might not even stay out here.”

“Right,” the man you assumed to be Junhui nodded, “well, I just finished Ratatouille, what should I watch next?”

His big smile as he scrolled titles on Disney+ had you mirroring the expression, a rush of childlike wonder overtaking you. “Ooh, do The Incredibles or Turning Red!”

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve watched The Incredibles, good call,” he nods your way before introducing himself.

Once you’d shared your name, too, you swiveled back around to Minghao, who was sending a fond smile your way. Feeling yourself flush, you twisted your heels on the white carpet several times before speaking.

“So, uh…nails? Out here, or…” Your words trailed off, hand feebly raising in a halted gesture. It was like visiting a friend’s house for the first time except without, you know, the prerequisite of friendship. Sure, you could copy shoe-removal practices, but how much say did guests have? Did they eat on the couch or table-only? Could they move freely or were they bidden to follow their hosts? What was normal behavior for these guys? Cleaning, if you had to guess. The place looked halfway to a mini-hotel.

“Yes, let’s do them out here. Wait here and I’ll get my stuff.”

“Ok!” Agreeing, you plopped down cross-legged on the carpet, not quite feeling cozy enough to drape onto a couch yet.

“So, uh, you guys met at that painting class?” Junhui’s voice came from his own couch seat just a bit above and adjacent to you.

You hummed in agreement. “It was my first one, too, and I was hoping to meet someone cool- guess I was successful, huh?”

You watched Junhui’s gaze flicker out of yours. “Uh, yeah, sure looks like it. What color are you doing your nails, then?”

This time it was your gaze that drifted. “I hadn’t really thought about it, honestly. I’ll take suggestions.”

“Grey.”

“No longer taking suggestions,” you joked, laughing as Junhui stuck his tongue out at you.

“Is he giving you trouble?” Minghao’s sweet tone rang out into the room as he passed through the doorway with a case in hand.

“No, just telling me to paint my nails grey. I was thinking of something a little more…”

He cocked a brow. “Exciting?”

“Bingo. What say you?”

“How about dark green? I’ve been wanting to try out this forest tone I got for a while now, but the black and white has held for so long.”

You grinned, extending your hand. “Perfect. I’m all yours.”

A part of you couldn’t believe you just said that, but it seemed Minghao let it slide, just peering intently at your nails as his palm slid under yours. Junhui's eyes slid between The Incredibles and you two as Minghao reached over your joined hands, pinching a little clear bottle between his fingers.

"Bottom coat first," he muttered, already focused as his dark lashes fluttered downward onto his cheeks. Your own gaze was reflected in the lenses of his glasses, eyes wide and faltering.

Minghao was as gentle and dexterous with the nail polish brush as he was with his paints in class, swiftly drawing the slight cold over each of your nails, the first of which almost made you jump, but you caught yourself with a faint flush. No need to make yourself look silly upon the pristine carpets of such an apartment as nice and composed as its owner.

Soon all ten of your nails shone with the faint iridescence of the priming layer, and you’d gotten a little too used to the feeling of your hand in Minghao’s for your own liking. Something about the way those brown eyes looked into yours had you wanting to take risks. Heck, ever since you laid eyes on that fateful museum poster, doors beckoning you, it had been caution to the wind, mundanity be darned. Or maybe fate really had taken the helm.

“So, what kind of music do you listen to?” Minghao’s voice cut into your swirling reverie, sending your brain bobbing back to reality as he shook the forest green nail polish bottle.

The cold sensation had become familiar by the time you watched green swipe over each of your fingernails, telling your impromptu manicurist excitedly about your favorite band. He listened intently as he could through his focus, nodding enthusiastically.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of them before,” he told you.

“I could show you some of their songs when we’re all done here,” you offered.

“That sounds great,” he replied, raising your hand to his lips and gently blowing the polish dry, gaze piercing yours.

“Wow, this is such a good movie, hu- whoa!” Junhui chimed in right then, turning around to see you both before whirling immediately back around.

In silent response, Minghao rolled his eyes cheekily. You couldn’t help but laugh, and soon he was, too.

His extra airpods were in his room, so once your nails were dry, you ended up making your way there, sitting on the bed when he patted the spot next to him. This time it was your eyebrows that shot up, but you complied, accepting the proffered earbuds. Holding them in your palm, you directed Minghao to one of your favorite songs and popped them in as he pressed play.

The space was as calming as you expected, a fancy incense burner resting on a dark wood dresser that perfectly matched the bed, which was draped with a pretty dark green and white patterned. He’d set his new painting down on some paper towels in case it was still wet, so it sat drying before a few bottles of cologne and a black jewelry holder also resting there. A speaker sat there, and a-

“I really like these instrumentals,” Minghao spoke softly, as if not wanting to compete with the music.

You smiled. “Me, too. They really do something unique, don’t they?”

“I think I’m going to send this to my producer friend. He might get some inspiration from the arrangement!”

Your heart swelled in secondhand pride for your music, happy to have found someone who does more than just listen and mutter a generic ‘yeah, it’s pretty good’. Minghao actually listened, thought about it. You appreciated that.

Scooting a bit closer across the silky bedspread, you motioned to the phone resting there, shoulder brushing his just slightly. “Now you pick one. We can alternate!”

Minghao’s music was unsurprisingly relaxing, though he just claimed that was ‘because it’s nighttime’, that air of artsy mystery that first drew you to him returning faintly.

You swapped songs, tried on Minghao’s glasses, looked at a few other paintings he did, watched his latest dance routine and learned some of it yourself, heard some funny stories about Junhui’s little brother…

…and somewhere along the way fell asleep, slipping so seamlessly into the deep of it you passed without awareness.

You woke up in a haze, eyes fluttering contentedly half-open. Your bed seemed extra comfortable, relaxing rhythm greeting you as you woke. Reaching up to push your blanket off, your hand passed through naught but empty air. Eyes opening a bit wider, you realized you weren’t underneath anything. And you were still in your clothes.

You’d never left Minghao’s apartment. In fact, as you slid further out of the morning-tide blear, you realized that very comfortable thing your head was propped up against was his chest. He’d passed out, too, it seemed, airpods still in his ears and peaceful expression on his face as his eyelashes fluttered.

Jolting upright, you tumbled off the side of the bed, face on fire. Minghao’s eyes flew open as your warmth left him, blinking up at you as a pensive look crossed his face. No surprise, just a study of you and your frantic haste.

“I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed, “I didn’t mean to stay the night!”

“I didn’t exactly mean for you to stay the night,” Minghao shot back, rolling over onto his stomach and propping his head cheekily on folded arms.

“Fair enough.”

“But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t nice, right? I kind of liked sleeping with you.”

If it was even physically possible, your face felt even hotter. “Don’t say it like that!”

That earned you another cute giggle, this one perhaps a bit nervous, too. “Alright, alright. Well, since you’re here, want breakfast?”

“I’ll make breakfast,” you told him, shaking your head in exasperation, all of which was self-directed, “it’s the least I can do for imposing.”

“You didn’t impose. I was the one who brought you into my room.”

Would your face ever cool down again? “I was the one who wanted my nails painted.”

“But who offered to paint them?” Minghao countered; his eyes slid down to your hands. “They look great, by the way. The green really complements your skin tone.”

Holding out your hand, you followed his gaze. “Thank you! I think so too, honestly-”

“Great, so since you dropped it I’ll make breakfast!” Minghao cut you off triumphantly, launching up off the bed and out into the flat.

“Hey, wait!” Heart leaping, you followed him, shuffling out and through the carpet of the living area where you’d half-listened to The Incredibles the evening prior, other half of you enjoying makeshift salon treatment.

You couldn’t help smiling faintly to yourself as you passed through the kitchen doorway…

…at least until you got in there, eyes immediately meeting the wide gaze of Junhui, who sat at the table with a blue bowl full of porridge in hand and a stiffening spine. Why was he looking at you like that?

“Here, (y/n), sit down.” Waving you into the chair catty-cornered from his roommate’s, Minghao returned to the refrigerator. “Do you like pancakes?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” You shot back with a smile.

He looked at you fondly. “Pancakes it is. I think we have everything for them. Alright, I’ll be right back.”

The moment Minghao disappeared out the door, socked feet padding across tile and back into carpet, his roommate spoke up.

“You’re really special, you know that?” He asked before taking another spoonful of porridge.

Your brow crinkled in confusion. “What do you mean? Are you upset?”

“No,” he shook his head, glancing down at his bowl, “it’s just awkward talking to you now that you’ve, you know, known my roommate carnally. But he never takes people home like this. Minghao’s always been a really friends-first kinda guy, so the fact that he brought you here is a big deal. I mean, you know how much he likes you already, I’m sure, I guess you’d know better than me,” he trailed off with a nervous chuckle and another spoonful of porridge, "but even without that I can see the love eyes he gives you."

If you thought your insides were turning somersaults before, well holy shit. You spluttered, heat you'd just managed to chase away returning beneath your whole skin, melting over you past your cheeks and down the rest of your body. Junhui’s words sparked mental images you didn’t need, translucent flutterings across your mind’s eye that got locked away the moment they surfaced. Incredulous as you felt, you had to concede that you did walk into his apartment with his roommate a stranger, only to emerge in the morning wearing the same clothes.

Blinking, you replied the only way you could; somehow the incredulity escaped your tone in favor of an awkward drone. “We fell asleep listening to music. I passed out in his room and offered to make him breakfast.”

“Oh,” was all Junhui said to that, single syllable drawn out, over-pronounced by slow-moving, exaggerated lips. His bowl suddenly became fascinating, totally capturing his attention as if the stuff sloshing in it wasn’t the planet’s drabbest color.

Right then, Minghao returned through the doorway, smiling serenely in ignorant bliss at you. Junhui glanced at him, then positively stared at you, wiggling his eyebrows and mouthing “love eyes” before falling a little to the side, covering his face and snickering at his own comment.

Did he know something you didn’t? Then again, he also mistook you for a one night stand.

“Want help with the pancakes?" You asked, rising up from your seat a little too fast, giving a harsh squeak of chair legs on tile.

“Alright, since I know I won’t hear the end of it otherwise,” Minghao teased, sliding a drawer open and handing you a large spoon, “the scale is right above you. You can be in charge of the dry ingredients.”

Suddenly even the brush of your skin during the spoon sendoff had you flustered.

"Hey, what's with him?" As he poured milk into a glass measuring cup, Minghao nodded toward his roommate, who now peered up from his bowl with innocent eyes and scruffy hair. "Did he say something to make you uncomfortable?"

Scraping off the heaped top of your flour cup, you placed it gently on the scale, a tiny cascade of white dust snowing onto the chrome surface. If you ever wanted to see your handsome new artist friend again, it was probably wise to keep your mouth shut. But then again, you'd also get a very quick idea of how true Junhui's words were if the response you received was a clear rejection. Maybe it was better to have sure footing. Or maybe whatever it was about Minghao that sent your inhibitions reeling was kicking in again at the domesticity of his requests, the gentle way he'd guided you as you attempted his dance, even taking your arms at one point to reposition you, body slipping tightly against yours just for a moment.

"No," you shook your head, turning it towards Minghao to whisper into his ear and smiling in spite of yourself at the way he pressed closer, "he just, er, thought you brought me here under different pretenses."

As if just to keep you on your toes, Minghao giggled, shaking his head and responding just as unexpectedly as you'd expect of someone whose mind seemed to rest on a greater, far more beautiful astral plane than the average layman, nonchalantly spinning words expertly as one who sat at a workspace and willed story. "I won't know your body until I've known your soul." He shook his head, too. "Let me at least take you on a date first, hm?"

That one painting class really had been fate, antithesis to your many laments, proof of good things happening to those who wait. And hey, you liked Sad Checkerboard, too. Money's worth and them some. Maybe things were moving a little fast, but you were tired of those endless days alone on the train, life chugging past. It was why you'd signed up in the first place- for a little adventure. You couldn't complain when you finally got it.

Minghao raised his eyebrows, lowered them again teasingly in a bit of a chastising look. I'm waiting, his sparkling eyes said.

Reaching over for the flour cup, which had measured the perfect amount on the first try, you smiled. "Of course. Now, do you want chocolate or vanilla pancakes?"

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #the8 #the8 x reader #the8 x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #suggestive #humor #slightly lmao

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theharrowing · 2 years ago

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headcanon - What would the ideal vacation look like with each member? 🌸 Feeling inspired by your spring break theme ☺️

hello, my darling Mallory! 🌷

i love that we are continuing on with a theme! i am definitely taking some of my observations from soop and bon voyage, but i will admit that i have not seen every season of things, and people change over time anyway, so it's all fun and games. and i am adding a reader character to the mix, for fun. and yes, i know i already mentioned joon and museums, but...come on, we all follow his instagram lmao.

an ideal vacation for the members:

Namjoon - a trip with Namjoon is a series of one-way tickets, with a stack of brochures that he has picked up along the way for various trails, monuments, galleries, and museums. you have to pack for every kind of weather, wearing only the most comfortable shoes, because the two of you will be on your feet a lot, more likely to sleep in hostels than hotels. Namjoon is adorably frantic, going from one place to the next while sprinting through topics of conversation, and you keep always make sure he never loses anything important along the way (like his passport!!!) Namjoon talks to every little creature along the way, and you smile to yourself as he sends yet another cat photo to his hyung with the message, "Look! It's you! 😻" and at the end of your long treks through nature and along marble and cement floors, you get dressed up for whatever gastropub and wine bar he finds to end the night in.

Seokjin - this man is finding a hotel central to the nearest theme park, and he is also checking to see what is in theaters. sure, you could watch a movie back home, but you could also watch it anywhere, and anyway, Seokjin is excited to see what kinds of snacks the theater might have. he looks up the finest of dining, and the most interesting food carts, making friends with every manager or chef he can manage to talk to. in the evening, Seokjin is eager to return to the hotel and relax, giving you exactly fifteen minutes of peace before his laptop gaming session turns into incoherent shouting.

Yoongi - Yoongi is a wildcard, because you are never sure if he is going to want to get up early to explore nature with his camera before the morning fog has fully settled, or sleep in until almost noon and find somewhere quaint to have breakfast or lunch. you can always expect a history and architecture lesson, however, and you always come prepared to stand and sit around a lot while Yoongi talks to locals and looks things up, snapping photos and getting lost in his thoughts. he will make reservations to fancy restaurants, stop at dinky holes-in-the-wall, and if a game lines up for a sport he enjoys, the two of you will have the best seats. sometimes you will hotel hop to see different parts of an area, and other times, you will rent a camper van and hit the road for long stretches before settling somewhere in the middle of seemingly nowhere. there are always quiet moments, but they are never dull.

Hoseok - in the first few days of the trip, you always sleep later than Hoseok to give him time to do his hair and choose from one of the many, many outfits that he brought with him; he takes time getting ready, and he is not ashamed. once you finally do head out, he likes to sightsee close to the hotel, tasting local food and taking in scenery. he might want to go to a museum or on a hike, but he is the most interested in walking through the streets and people-watching while finding somewhere to grab a cup of coffee and sit outside before finally going to the high-end shopping centers. Hoseok is just as active at night, finding a concert to attend or somewhere to dance. as the trip wears on and he becomes worn out, hotel robes, room service, and cuddling up with you becomes his favorite things.

Jimin - you absolutely never know what to expect from Jimin, which is what makes traveling with him so exciting. although he is happy to try local food, nothing brightens his day more than finding Korean spots, and he will probably return there a few times during your stay, ordering different things each time. Jimin will do sightseeing, go to museums, and attend events, but he does not stay in one place for too long, always taking you by the hand and dragging you off to your next destination. pack several swimsuits when going on vacation with Jimin, and several outfits for various kinds of nightlife scenes.

Taehyung - luxury, luxury, luxury. Taehyung likes the penthouse suites, the jazz clubs, renting out that hideously expensive golfing room in Vegas. he also likes to jump into the ocean wearing the clothing he intended on wearing all day, caring very little about the chaos in the moment, just for the sake of being impulsive. you truly never know where Taehyung is going to drag you off to, but you always pack way more clothing than you would ordinarily need, and expect several very lavish shopping sprees. everyone you meet gravitates to Taehyung and becomes his friend, and he winds up getting you into clubs and events that have very short guest lists.

Jungkook - although Jungkook has many interests, he is the type to follow your lead. whatever you want to do see, wherever you want to go, Jungkook is making reservations and looking up logistics to make it happen. he is very eager to get your insights and learn from the locals, and will suggest plenty of sightseeing and restaurants, but only once he is a little more familiar with his surroundings and has an idea of what the area has to offer. he is not a pushover, though; if he finds an event he wants to go to, he will speak his mind, and if there is something he's not into, he will let you know. but he is definitely along for the ride, for the most part, excited to see where you will lead him.

find more headcanons in my master list!

#bts headcanons #bts imagines #bts x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #spring break ficstravaganza 🌞

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imherequeerandgotexistentialfear · 7 days ago

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I don’t know how to do these usually but it’s been a hot second lmao

mmer or winter (Fall) // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair (Having hair in general is my preference) //fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets (both) // marshmallows or whipped cream (BOTH BTHG) // lee or switch or ler (All) // fiaction or nanactiofic (I DON’T DISCRIMINATE AGAISNT KNOWLEGIKO) // Party or Homebody daiosmo (HHomebody daiosmo) // night in or night out (I don’t actually understand how to answer this) // sunset or sunrise (This sunset and the next) // pizza or pasta (Food is Food)// cold drink or hot drink (Depeins on the average temperature of the room I’m drinking it in and the humeciotepo outdeunir) // vampire or werewolf (WHO WOULD WANT TO BE MURAL VEMuo) // crop top or oversized hoodie (Huniohook Persoe)) // be able to fly or run at super speed (😶‍🌫️) // speak many languages or able to speak to animals (uhhh well both happens so) // be invisible or read minds(FFS) // phone call or text// laundry or dishes (…Piutinomagikoepans…shhh) // pool or beach (Beach why’s if I had choice would I want a phusdeo beinoniko) //flats or heels (SNEAKIOS SNEKIOLOUS SNIKIOUS) //stay home or go out (…. ~_\\ :.)) // coke or pepsi (Fruinilopuia) // cook dinner or do dishes ((what? Oh wait cook COOK CIEPENOPPOSKDISPAPOEX) // books (this doesn’t even need a space) poinskindoomo?!’s) or movies // dogs or cats (Animals all deserve love, safety and security like us, so every animals Animicalogia) // chocolate or vanilla ((mosukioke Strinbee) // facebook or instagram (Tumblr or YouTube Abrikimey) // over-dressed or under-dressed (I would just like to be dressed…pinalenbababsmoo) // morning or late nights // always late or always early (why can’t we just be in the middle not first but not last) // dancer or singer (More of Ryhthem vubbes) // always eat only dessert or always eat only savouryi ((((these questions both scare me and confuse me I can’t eat only sweets forever that’s gross and I can’t eat only savory cuz then my mouth will get way to dry) / shopping or museum (MUSEUMINOOOOOOOO) // art gallery or Zoom? (I think this means art gallery wall or online looking at art…so why would I not want to IMPORNEINSANISOPEFECTICOANO) //parties or picnics (Picnics Peinmoemina) // white lights or multicolored lights(Miscotolianirisia) //

Thank you for the tag, @s0lavellan 🤍

summer or winter // coffee or tea // straight hair or curly hair //fiction or nonfiction // necklaces or bracelets // marshmallows or whipped cream // night in or night out // sunset or sunrise // pizza or pasta // cold drink or hot drink // vampire or werewolf // crop top or oversized hoodie // be able to fly or run at super speed // speak many languages or able to speak to animals // be invisible or read minds// phone call or text// laundry or dishes // pool or beach //flats or heels //stay home or go out // coke or pepsi // cook dinner or do dishes // books or movies // dogs or cats // chocolate or vanilla // facebook or instagram// over-dressed or under-dressed // morning or late nights // always late or always early // dancer or singer // always eat only dessert or always eat only savoury // shopping or museum // art gallery or zoo //parties or picnics // white lights or multicolored lights

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sanchoyo · 3 years ago

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danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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eddiebodywantssome · 5 years ago

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Hi! It's the same anon again: could I get some javey fake dating au where Davey needs a date or smth and Jack maybe owed him money or smth so he's like 'okay instead of paying me back,, please be my date pLEASE' and ofc,,,they fall,,,in love,,,,

i know this anon and first off i wanna say hi! ilu

second of all, sorry this took so long???

third: i very much enjoyed writing this and as a result it’s LONG and not rlly to the point lmao so lmk if you want a part 2 n i will be more than happy to write it :D

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Javey - “you owe me”

Jack hadn’t gone to bed yet. He sat on his windowsill, letting his pencil skim the paper, sketching whatever he felt like. The moon. A cluster of cacti. That three-legged cat from school. He took a sip of the cocoa Charlie had brought him, all in all, feeling very at peace with himself and the world.

His bubble of peace was broken by his phone’s ringtone going off at full volume. He jumped in surprise. Goddamn Charlie must’ve been fiddling with his phone again. A blurry selfie of Jack and Davey told him that it was, in fact, Davey calling.

He looked up at the clock on the wall. Almost 1 in the morning. Davey only ever called that late during exam season when he needed grounding.

“Hello?” “Jackie,” Davey’s voice came through. “I need help.” Jack shot up, ready to sprint to the Jacobs's if Davey gave the word. “What happened? Is everything okay?” “Yes, yes, please relax,” Davey said. “What’s up?”

Davey took a breath. “I need a boyfriend.” Jack laughed humorlessly. “Don’t we all.” “No, I need one for tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Jack said. “So?” “So...” Davey said. “You owe me money.” Jack was silent for a beat. “Dave, I'd love to help you but I just feel like there are other options to consider before hiring a prostitute, y’know?” “What? No, that’s not what I was suggesting!” Jack grinned, knowing that Davey’s face was blushing beet red at the other end. “I just need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend for Sarah’s art show.”

“Why does Sarah think you have a boyfriend?” “It’s a long story. Please help me?”

Jack sucked his cheeks. “I dunno, Davey. It seems like a big commitment.” “It’s not and you know it,” Davey groaned. “The show’s tomorrow, you owe me money. Consider this paying me back. Please? I'm desperate.”

Jack mulled it over. “Alright, fine. Just for tomorrow, right?” “Right.” “Fine. But you owe me for this.” “No, you’re doing this because you owe me.” “Oh. Right.”

Davey’s chuckling distorted a little. “Okay, thanks, man. I'll see you tomorrow. Wear something nice, I'll come to pick you up.” “You got it, babe.” “You don’t have to do that now.” “Just getting into character. Night, Davey.” “Night, Jackie.”

He cut the call and threw the phone on his bed. He had to pretend to date his best friend for a day. How hard could that be?

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“Let’s go over it again.” Jack groaned from the passenger seat. This was a lot more detail-oriented than he thought it would be. “Dave, we’ve been over this thrice-” “I just wanna make sure we’re on the same page!” Davey said as he gripped the steering wheel.

Jack looked at him pointedly. “On December 12th I told you I liked you. On December 14th we went on our first date to Jacobi’s. On June 12th I got you a stuffed toad because that’s an inside joke of ours. On June 13th we made sweet, sweet love-” David nearly lost control of his steering. “Jack!” he tried punching him but missed. “That’s not part of it!” “I’m just playing, Davey,” Jack laughed. “Relax a little. It'll be fine.” “I just don’t want her to think I'm a fraud,” Davey muttered, keeping his eyes on the road.

Jack looked at him curiously. They had been in the car for a little over an hour and a half (the gallery was in Pennsylvania, which Davey conveniently forgot to mention) and this was the first time Davey seemed to have been okay talking about it. Jack immediately pounced on the opening. “Okay, spill.” Davey refused to look at him. “Spill what?” “Why does Sarah think you’re dating someone?”

He chewed his lip. “We were talking and she just assumed I was. And at the time I didn’t have the energy to correct her so she thought that for a while... and then it became too late to say anything, y’know? And now here we are. This is literally my worst nightmare.” “Ouch, Dave,” Jack chuckled. “No, not you. I don’t mind that bit. I just don’t like lying to her, y’know?” Davey said as he pulled into the art gallery’s parking. “Okay, we’re here. Please behave.”

Jack stored the bit where Davey had basically said he didn’t mind dating Jack to use at a later date. He pretended to mull the request over before saying, “Nah, I don’t think Boyfriend Jack would do that. I'm telling her about your piss kink.” “Jack!” “I’m joking. Maybe.” Jack hurriedly unbuckled himself as Davey started whining. After he got out and locked the car, they both stood outside the door.

Davey smoothened down his shirt and fixed his tie. Jack noticed and patted down his denim jacket in imitation. “All set. Open the door, lover.” Davey hesitantly placed his hand on the handle. “I’m not sure if this is a good idea.”

Jack studied his best friend’s face for a minute. He reached out and grabbed Davey’s free hand. “Hey. It's gonna be fine. It's just a couple of hours, right? We can go get froyo after this. My treat.” Davey forced a smile. “You don’t have any money.” “Actually, Medda spotted me this time so I do,” Jack beamed. David nodded, took a breath, and pushed the door open.

The gallery was pretty small, and a lot of the people milling around were Sarah’s friends. She had gone to a fancy art school for junior year and the gallery they were at was showcasing her project for the year. “Where is she?” Davey asked as Jack inspected the paintings around the room. Not really his style, but beautifully done nonetheless.

“David!” Sarah called from across the room. David grinned, dropping Jack’s hand to catch his sister as she ran towards him. He staggered back, swinging her around. “Bear! I've missed you. Big turnout, huh?” “Ah, they’re just here because they have to be. Where’s the rest of the family?” she asked. “Driving down after Dad’s dentist appointment today.”

“Awesome. So, Jack Kelly,” Sarah turned her attention towards the shorter boy. “It’s nice to meet you.” “You know me, Sarah. We’ve had sleepovers together.” “This is the first time you're being introduced as Dave’s boyfriend!” she insisted. “It’s different, trust me.” Jack laughed. “Sure, it is,” he said, squeezing Davey’s hand as he winked at him.

Sarah cocked her head to the side. “Aw, you’re the gross kind. Alright, come take a look around. It's some of my best stuff.” They started walking around, Jack still clinging to Davey while trying to analyse the art around him. “Can I just say, I knew this would happen at some point,” Sarah said as she led them to a corner. Davey snorted. “No way.” “Way! When you refused to tell me who it is you’re dating I knew it had to be someone you were embarrassed by,” she winked at Jack who gasped and placed a hand over his heart. “I am simply wounded, Sarah Jacobs.” “Simp is right,” she said, as she pointed at a still life of a shattered vase. “Now, I call this one Pain...”

---

“This was nice, Bear. I'm glad we shipped you off a whole state away,” Davey joked as he pulled his sister in for a hug. She laughed and patted his back. “Mhm, made me miss you guys, honestly. Good thing I'm coming back, huh?” “What’s that now?” Jack asked.

“I’m coming back home,” Sarah repeated. “Summer, remember? I'll be driving down with Bill and Darcy in a few days. You have me for two whole months before I'm back in sunny Pennsylvania.”

Davey forced a grin. “Oh. Right.” “I thought you’d be more excited, Daves,” Sarah frowned. “I’m ecstatic, Bear. Just...” “He doesn’t trust Bill and Darcy,” Jack cut in, glancing at Davey. “Yeah. He's being all brotherly and protective, right Dave?” “Uh, yeah.”

Sarah eyed him suspiciously. “Bill and Darcy are as gay as it gets, it’s fine. Anyway, drive safe. And you,” she said, pointing at Jack. “I expect you to play a big part in our summer fun, okay? He's invited to our Fourth of July party, right?” Davey glanced at Jack. “I guess he is now.”

“Sweet! I'll see you at home soon, Daves. Love you!” And with that, she bounded back into the crowd. Davey didn’t move. Jack gently pried the keys from his fingers and pushed him outside. “I’ll drive, alright?”

Davey didn’t say anything for the ten minutes it took Jack to pull into the nearest frozen yogurt place his GPS showed them. He didn’t say anything after getting his froyo either.

Jack poked at his pink swirl and said, “Dave? Say something?”

Davey just shook his head and stared at the vanilla yogurt in front of him. “One day. It was just supposed to be one day.” “You could just say we broke up,” Jack said as he stuck the spoon in his mouth. “I still want you around, though,” Davey said. “If I tell Sarah we broke up she’ll shoot you on sight.” Jack’s heart swelled slightly when he heard that. “Even if we broke up on good terms?” “Yeah. You know her, she doesn’t trust anybody like that.” “Hey, I'm still friends with my exes,” Jack complained. “It’s literally all I’m known for.” “Have I mentioned that Sarah hates that about you?” Davey said, smiling as he moved his froyo around. “We don’t have a choice. We need to keep this up till she goes back. God, I'm so sorry, Jack. I should’ve just told her-”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Jack said, sensing a meltdown coming. “What's a couple of months, huh? We’ll just take it one day at a time. It'll be fine.” “Ugh, now I have to tell my parents and Les too,” Davey groaned and hit his head on the table. “Why am I such a moron?” Jack sympathetically patted his back. “I wish I knew, Dave. Now eat your goddamn yogurt.”

#newsies #javey #may writes

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crispyjenkins · 4 years ago

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welcome back!! (ó㉨ò)ﾉ♡ I'm terribly late to the party but I'm here with doughnuts! 🍩🍩 I can't tell you how ecstatic I got when I started seeing you on my tl! I hope moving wasn't too stressful and that you have fun decorating (if you haven't unpacked yet- rearranging and decorating were my favorite parts of moving so I hope you have or had fun doing so too!) congratulations on successfully moving!! 🎉♪☆＼(^０^＼) ♪(／^-^)／☆🎉

AHHH I’M SORRY I MISSED THIS!! been unpacking like mad, spent six hours today on art stuff alone, all in an attempt not to work on my writing 😭no need for apologies, bear anon!! i saw your lil kaomoji and my heart skipped a beat (ノ*´▽`) but yeah, decorating is definitely the best part! and i’ve collected so much stuff the last few years that i can hang up now, although i have a massive framed print of Ophelia modelled by Elizabeth Siddal and the only wall big enough for her is cement soooo 😬😬still have to find a place for her

the move itself actually went pretty smoothly! and i’m really happy to be so close to my siblings again! sad i’m back in the city of my best friend and can’t see them ‘cause of corona, but my son is settling in well (better than my parents’ cats are settling with him lmao). room is looking hella cute even without stuff on the walls yet, i’m really looking forward to getting my gallery wall up again!

you’re always so sweet, i’m not sure what i’ve done to deserve it, but i love it dearly. i hope the last few weeks have been kind to you and yours, lovely!

#bear anon #cj answers #cj updates

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thelillykane · 8 years ago

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sweet faerie, heaven queen, dark angel & hollywood startlet ! actually do all of them i love these questions ahsjkfjds

omg ok ilu

sweet faerie: do you feel comfortable around nature? why ?

oh man i think it really depends? but mostly it’s a yes. i just go through like bouts of paranoia bc of my anxiety so i’m always thinking abt how i could be murdered in any given situation #justgirlythings but honestly nature is my shit. when i lived in new mexico i would go on walks when it was snowing or after there was snow on the ground and that’s truly…me. like having seasons (in arizona there is only the sun, melting ur skin off) is my life.

heaven queen: If you had a kingdom, describe what it would look like.

OH MAN does this mean like i’m creating my own kingdom au? bc basically it’s like lots of cliffs and the ocean is there and the waves rock and crash kinda gently but also like yeah they’ll fuck you up and there are always stars in the sky and when you walk barefoot or in socks nothing gets stuck to your feet which is t h e d r e a m also!!! there are cats everywhere living their lives and they all love me and i love them and it smells like rain and fresh baked bread and it always feels like you could submerge yourself into the most random crevice and still be at home and whenever it’s windy ur hair doesn’t fly into ur face and there are libraries with stone steps and art galleries and the softest pink flowers

dark angel: Is there a secret you’ll keep with you until the end of time?

yes. i’ve never been like…fully honest with another human being in my entire life about a lot of stuff and at this point i’ll just keep it that way it’s too much

hollywood starlet: invent a movie where you could be the main character

invent one?? ummmm. i just want to gone girl a man that’s all. actually in my movie au i want 2 be strong enough & ruthless enough & rich enough to personally destroy every man who even thinks about laying his hand on a female. i want a superpower where i can find them and rip their hearts out with my teeth i want to protect all the women

graceful princess: are you capricious ? what do you like to have the most ?

oooh probably but i don’t think i ever do anything abt it

wild witch: if you were to be a wizard, what power(s) would you have?

fuck every man up. also i want to like teleport and stuff and i want to walk through walls just for fun like lol u didn’t respond to my text? catch me floating through ur wall for a week asshole nice try

shy nymph: Do you like it when people flirt with you? How do you flirt ?

i think i’m like flirtatious with a lot of ppl just conversationally but i’ve never flirted w/ another person bc i wanted their # or to get them into bed or anything so i don’t know. and it depends on who is flirting w/ me

femme fatale: How many people have you kissed/seduced ?

LMAO SEDUCED in freshman year i let some guy get to 2nd base with me and kiss me and shit and we never dated & then he messaged me one day and was like “jennie i think i’m in love with you” and i messaged back and said “you’re not” honestly i love myself

rich doll: if you had all the money in the world, what thing would you buy first?

a plane ticket to go visit my best friend in canada. i’m crying thinking abt it.

devilish beauty: post a selfie (or reblog an old one)

listen…i’m 2 lazy i’ll post smth later maybe

famous model: describe your favorite outfit//link clothing you’d like to buy

oh um idk about a favorite outfit but i love dresses that go to my thigh and have cut outs in the back and leggings r my life & i have some great tanktops idk i wear the same six things bc i am a mess

#brendaswalshes #thank u ruby!!! these were so fun #jennie interacts with people

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1) Do you bite on straws, lollipop handles, or ice cream sticks? >> I do. 2) Do you enjoy lacing shoes? >> I really don’t have a feeling about it one way or the other. 3) In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? >> A bed. 4) What kind of socks do you prefer and do you wear them to bed? >> Ones that cover the ankle but don’t go up too far. In summer I prefer ankle socks. I could never wear socks to bed unless I wanted to die of discomfort. 5) What color is your toothbrush- or do you practice hygiene at all? >> LOL yes I practice hygiene, and my toothbrush is white and purple.

6-7) Do you enjoy interior or outdoor spaces, and what kind? >> I like both... 8) Where is your mother’s side of the family descended from? >> All I know is that she’s from Haiti, so I gather the rest of the family is too. 9) How old were you when you realized that you loved film or music? >> I don’t think that’s something I can really... realise, like a random thunderclap one day. I’ve been emotionally dependent on music for literally as long as I can remember. I don’t remember when film gained importance either, I mean the first movie I saw in theaters (The Prince of Egypt) had the most profound effect on me and that kind of thing has been happening ever since, but I never really thought about what that meant or anything. 10) Do you spend much time in a car every day? >> No. 11) What do you occupy your time with on flights? >> Listen to music, read, stare at the clouds and just enjoy being in the air, nap. 12) Do you ever miss belt loops? >> No. 13) Do you enjoy the irony of good pop music? >> The... what? How is that ironic? Please, tell me. 14) When was your last major illness? What was it? >> I don’t think I’ve ever had a major illness. 15) Do you get gum on the bottom of your shoes or are you “barefoot and pregnant?” >> W... what???? What 16) Do you sleep in the same bed as someone else? >> Yes. I’ve been daydreaming about that Pleasantville type setup lately. She’s a great lass and all but our marriage will not survive her inability to be still and my ridiculous sensitivity to movement (and need for space), lmao. 17) Do you drool on your pillow or are you dry? >> I don’t usually drool. 18) Do you dog-ear pages in books? >> Sure, sometimes. I don’t regard books as sacred objects, sorry. Their content? Absolutely! The object? Nah.

19) Name one defining moment in your life. >> Hmm. What hasn’t been a defining moment in my life...? Life is just defining moment after defining moment, for me. 20) Is the place where you live dark or full of light? >> Somewhere in between. 21) Are you dark or full of light? >> I am a singularity. I swallow light and it continues to burn somewhere deep inside of me, but I exude darkness, and most people probably think that’s all I’m made of. Sometimes I do, too. 22) What’s a made up word of yours? >> I don’t think I’ve made up any. 23) If you could be any kind of underwear, which would you be? >> No thanks. 24) Do you use Q-Tips? >> Yeah. 25) What do koalas make you think of? >> I just think they’re adorable. And evil. Cute evil, my favourite. 26) Ever gone out with somebody you didn’t like? >> No. 27) What hero or heroine do you most relate to in history, fiction, or song? >> Hmm.

28) What makes you dizzy? >> Spinning around a lot? 29) Are your parents liberal or conservative? >> --- 30) Do you like your teeth? Did you have braces? >> They’re fine. Nope. 31) What scares you that shouldn’t? >> Hmm. 33) Name a garment that makes you feel like The Shit. >> This coat I have. It’s technically Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them merch??? For some reason? But whatever, it just looks like a fly ass coat. 34) What do you want to name any possible future children? >> Hmm. 35) Do you compulsively listen to any certain song? >> Right now, nah. But it happens sometimes. 36) What are you always losing? >> My damn patience with myself. It’s a problem. I’m working on it. 37) Do you fight with people in your head moments or even years after confrontations happen? >> Sure. 38) You’re a fish. Would you eat the stinky flakes or swim into the motor? >> What the fuck. 39) Are the flakes stinky to the fish? >> I don’t know, I’m no fish. 40) Do you hate a certain body part? >> Yeah, this whole reproductive system bullshit. 41) What do you love about life today? >> The second season of Atlanta is on Hulu. I might watch another episode after this, I don’t really have the desire to do much today. 42) Do you ever realize how ridiculous you’re being yet continue on anyway? >> Oh, fucking absolutely. It’s a problem. 43) Are you a dog or cat person? >> I’m... not much of an animal person, I’m starting to realise. Like, I love dogs, and I’d definitely rather keep company with a dog than a cat, but where most people look at a pet and see “friend, companion, family” or whatever, I see “work, more work, cleaning, work”. :/ So I guess that means I’m not a pet person. I can’t even make connections with animals, god damn.

44) Do you have a theme song? >> I have a theme soundtrack. 45) How do you like your eggs? >> Fried and on top of a skillet breakfast. 46) Would you admit to disliking a piece of art in a gallery? >> Sure, if I was with someone. I wouldn’t just shout it to the walls, lmao. 47) Plants or animals? >> Hmm. 48) Are you happy with your height? >> I’m fine with it. It’s never bothered me.

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