#i love how Link gets prettier with each update
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Bit of a teaser for our latest book. Twins, Yonatin and Ikri, are talking about using the command language of Fenekere to do tricks on the Network, and they are both trans and the subject of picking a new name for Yonatin has been coming up a lot lately. Fenekere root words are also the names of Crew positions for each Exodus ship. Yonatin and Ikri are new members of the Resistance aboard the Terra Supreme, the predecessor ship to the Sunspot. So, they're also daydreaming about the day they might get to make and take over a new ship:
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“Nevermind. Back to your dream,” Ikri dismissed it all. “How did you do that? Can you tell me? I want to try it, too.”
“Oh! I’ll give you the commands! But, if you want to research it yourself and see what you can come up with, I found that the central key words were Jenefere and `e, of all things,” Yonatin explained. “I mean, Jenefere is ‘the Dreamer’, so that makes sense. But, you need to use ‘fefu `e’ to make the commands affect your dream consciousness. Or something like that. I wonder if you might be able to find some other ways of constructing the commands, though. But I’ll give you all the ones I made. Just a second.”
While they were putting together a file to send to their sister, she said, “Ooh, Jenefere. I like that. Maybe an Inmararräo version of it, like Yenifre. Ooh. Ooh! I almost like that more than Ikri. Hmm.”
Yonatin paused in their work and furrowed their brow, lowering their lure, “But you’re such an Ikri right now.”
“Oh, I know. I’m not sure I’m really going to change my name again,” Ikri said.
“Well, and I was thinking of taking something like Yenifre,” Yonatin added in a bit of a mumble.
Ikri sat up straighter and said, “Oh, you should!”
“No, but you are more like Yenifre than I am,” Yonatin protested. “I mean, I love dreaming and all that, but your waking thoughts are like dreams all the time! Or, at least, they were when you showed them to me.”
“I don’t really experience them that way,” Ikri said.
“Well, when I saw them, that’s what they seemed like to me,” Yonatin said.
“Huh.” Ikri seemed to think about that for a bit. But then she said, “No, look. I’m going to keep Ikri for now. Yenifre really does suit you, seriously. You should take that. It should be you!” Then she got a really impish look on her face, squinting her eyes almost viciously and barely suppressing a smile, before she said, “Besides, when we do make a new Exodus Ship, you’ll be so busy being the new `e then that I can take the real name, Jenefere, for myself! Which I do think is even prettier.”
Yonatin pointed and said, “rude.”
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We'll probably start posting chapters of this book to our website a week from now:
We'll share links to the updates here on my blog, though.
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Little Angel in the Devildom
Description: A spell to make her look younger changes her to the mental age of a toddler. The demon brothers and the undatables all try to make her life as happy as possible while trying to find a cure on the side.
Warnings: De-aging mentally, Age Play, Adorableness, WIP
Pairing(s): NONE! Unless you count non-romanticly...
Word Count: 5,414
Link to my AO3: Click Here
Author’s Notes: So this is going to be written in she/her pronouns and has an unnamed female main character. Fluffy goodness abound! :3 This is also an ongoing work I will randomly update. Please Enjoy~
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Bedtime (Lucifer)
“Let’s brush your teeth now, my dear.”
She groaned while Lucifer just chuckled. “Come now, it’s the same as each night. Why is tonight so upsetting to you?”
The pair headed up the steps to the bedrooms in the House of Lamentation, Lucifer helping her with a hand on her lower back as they climbed. They had finished dinner a few hours ago and has some leisure time but now it was bedtime (for her).
She sighed loudly, shoulders slumping. “I’m not tired. Brushing my teeth means bed. Can’t I stay up and watch TV? Or-or, um, Levi and me can play some games!” She grinned at him, hoping to charm him into what she wanted.
He hushed her softly, her smile changing into a pout. This made him look on at her fondly while she sort of half-stomped into the bedroom. He had such a soft spot for her, it was ridiculous. She made his demonic heart just a little bit as it was in the Celestial Realm, when he was looking after his younger brothers. Caring. Loving.
“We’re inside so please lower your voice. And no, you cannot watch TV or play games tonight. It’s far too late for that.”
“Aw! No fair.” Why did Luci have to be such a dad all the time, it was no fun at all for her.
He waited while she brushed her teeth and changed into her PJ’s in the bathroom. When she re-entered he was switching the tiny nightlight on the wall on. It was a crescent moon, comforting to her because it illuminated the dark room. She loved the moon.
“All right, bed for the little humans,” he said, reaching for her to lay her down in bed under her covers. Despite her still being a regular sized human woman, she still was mentally the age of a human toddler so he tried his best to treat her like he would a child in any way possible.
It was an almost nightly routine for him to do this. If not Mammon (he helped her sleep with cuddles when she had bad days or just wanted company at night) or Satan (who read to her at night before bed most times) usually it was Lucifer that tucked her in and made her feel safe before she went to sleep. Beel sometimes woke her up when he was getting snacks and they shared, but that was their secret.
She yawned as she sank into bed. It was warm and cozy and snuggled in with a happy shake of her body.
He smiled. “Ah, so you are tired.”
She stuck out her tongue, blew a raspberry at him. “No way.”
He gave her a stern look. “If it were not so late, I’d have you in the corner for that.”
She froze. “Sorry…”
He hummed and sat beside her. “Did you have a good day?” he asked softer, gently brushing hair from her cheeks.
“Yeah.” She thought some more on the day, and wondered about something that had been bothering her. She had to be brave to ask it, though. “Luci?”
“Yes?” He replied, tucking the blankets around her frame.
“Why am I here?”
He stopped his motions. Lucifer sat back and looked at her. His dark features always seemed like they should frighten her, but they made her feel better. Somehow, she trusted him not to do her harm despite how scary he could be to others (like how mean he was to Mammon).
“I don’t ‘member lots of stuff but I had a dream where I was someplace else… they sky was blue and I was in a different house but none of you were there. It was sad.”
Lucifer knew this day was coming. One couldn’t be a human, be told they were in fact human, and not wonder about being surrounded by demons and angels. Plus, they still did not know what exactly she remembered after the accident and they also did not want to scare a child with the information of actually being an adult. Yes, she looked like an adult, but there weren’t any children in the Devildom so it wasn’t like she didn’t know the difference. It might hurt her more mentally and Lucifer couldn’t stand to see her hurt in anyway. As the humans said, better safe than sorry.
“That’s a hard thing to answer.” He paused. “I’ll tell you some other day.” Hopefully that would satisfy her for now.
She frowned. “Is it… is it bad?”
“No, it’s not.” He smiled, and, after finishing gathering the blankets around her tight enough to feel warm but not constricted, he leaned down inches from her face. He kissed her forehead, and whispered, “Sweet dreams.”
When he left, the room was bright from the crescent moon plugged into the wall. But she could feel Lucifer’s own presence, not a light, but a dark warmth, surrounding her as she fell asleep. She never wanted to leave home.
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Prince (Diavolo)
The House of Lamentation family was gathered in the common room waiting for a special guest. An actual Prince was coming to visit. Lucifer called him ‘Lord’ but that was the same as Prince honestly.
She could not wait to meet an actual real-life Prince, just like the ones in the story books that Satan read to her at night. She jumped around for joy, screaming giddily, “I can’t wait to meet the Prince!”
Lucifer hushed her and told her to calm down. “Inside voices, please.”
Asmo was pouting, and he asked her, “We’re Princes of the Devildom, darling, so why are you so excited?”
She shook her head frantically, the ribbon curls that Asmo put in her hair smacking her in the face. But nothing deterred her. “No, ‘s not the same!”
“And why not?”
She twirled the dress, a pink and fluffy one with white stockings and white heels with bows on her feet, the perfect outfit to meet a Prince because she looked just like a Princess. She pretended to think on his question, then smiled and said, “Cause I said so!”
Asmo whined. “So mean…”
Satan laughed, crossing his legs on the sofa. “You heard her.”
Huffing, Asmo crossed his arms. “I wonder if she was like this before she came here.”
She did not know what that meant. As far as she knew, she was always in Devildom. But, she had no time to think on it because, again, a literal Prince was coming!
She was spinning in circles, passing the time, waiting impatiently for the Prince to come by. Twirling until she got dizzy, balancing with her arms and giggling when she got a head rush.
Lucifer sighed for the millionth time from where he sat on the armchair. “Please, be careful.”
Resisting the urge to stick out her tongue was hard, but she did because he would be mean and not let her meet the Prince and that would be awful.
A door opened and closed. She stood still, stomach clenched tightly. She was so nervous. Did she look pretty enough for him, a Prince?
But it wasn’t a Prince that entered the room first, and she only knew that when he, a demon with short hair dyed at the ends, pretty with bat-like horns on his head and bright eyes, said, “Presenting Lord Diavolo,” while gesturing to his left where the doorway was.
“You don’t have to do that here, Barbatos.”
“Yes, my lord. I find it fun, however.”
A deep guttural laugh that made her toes tingle, and then he entered and he was… incredible. Dressed in a red suit and bright gold eyes, soft looking red hair, and so big and tall. He could lift her up and take her all over! Piggy back rides for the rest of her life sounded so great.
“I’m sure you do,” the Prince said in response to Barbatos. Then he smiled wider, and held open his arms in greeting. “Hello everyone. How is—gah!”
She jumped into his arms (they opened for her, right?). Distantly she heard the brothers collectively groan, coo, and gasp. But she did not care. The Prince was here and he was so warm and smelled so nice, and he caught her quick and perfectly held her. Was this love?
He chuckled, a deep sound reverberating the room and in her chest. His arms encircled you, warm and incredible. He smelled almost like Lucifer but a different darker type of smell. She snuggled into his chest. “Hello. Do you know who I am?”
“Prince. ‘m a Princess.”
He laughed again. “I see that. What a beautiful one you are, too.” He pet her hair down, and she blushed, mumbling in embarrassment.
“My Lord, I am so sorry, she forgets—”
“Lucifer, it’s completely fine. Actually, it’s quite endearing.”
She glanced over at the green haired demon to see his eyes squinted at her, and he wore a smile. She then looked up at Dia—Divol—Dola…. This was hard for her.
“Di-Di!”
The room was silent.
“Excuse me?” Lucifer asked in shock.
“DI-DI?! HAHA!” Satan laughed.
Diavolo just laughed again. Then, he lifted her up by her waist, and spun. She clung to him and giggled. She was lightheaded as both stopped spinning, and he set her down, hands on her arms to steady. He grinned. “You are so precious. I almost wish we could keep you this way, but alas we cannot.”
Everyone kept saying that and she hated it. She just ignored it again, too happy because her Prince was telling her how precious and cute she was. All the work Asmo did was working, she was gonna get married!
He led her to the couch, and she was sat down. He then knelt, making the others gasp again. He took her hand, and smiled. “My Princess, I must take my leave to speak with the others, but we will see each other soon.” He kissed her knuckles, and she blushed brightly.
“O-okay, y-yes! Please, I wanna see you too,” she said, kicking her feet against the couch.
He nodded firmly and stood up. Glancing down at her with a bright smile, he said, “We will, I promise.”
She watched him leave, and Asmo came to sit by her. “Well? What did you think of the ‘Prince’?” he asked, adjusting the curls in her hair as he did.
She sniffled. “He was so pretty.”
“Prettier than me?”
She looked at Asmo, saw his broken expression. Then she climbed onto him and hugged him, smashing his face between her hands. “No one is prettier than you, Asmo.”
He grinned. “Of course not.” Then, a wicked look flashed over his eyes, and he was tickling her. “You never should have doubted my beauty! Now you will pay, little princess!”
She laughed and cried with happiness. It couldn’t have been a better day.
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School (Mammon)
Mammon walked up the steps to RAD. He was late, as most mornings, but he had no clue he was being followed.
She was close behind him the entire time he walked to school. She was lucky he didn’t fly like he sometimes did when he was late but he must not have felt like it. She giggled when he almost caught her but she hid behind a bush and waited until she heard the doors shut to follow.
The only reason she was sneaking to school was because she was lonely. She hated how often she was left alone at the House of Lamentation. Well, she wasn’t totally alone, Belphie and Levi were usually there to watch her, Levi had online classes and Belphie only sometimes went to school and still got great grades. And Lucifer was usually home doing paperwork if he wasn’t out at Diavolo’s castle.
Lucifer would be so mad at her. He told her forever ago “Do not speak or even glance at any other demons aside from me, my brothers, and Lord Diavolo or Barbatos, do you understand?”
“I do,” she whispered to herself. She would be very careful.
When she opened the doors, Mammon was not there. Instead, two large scary demon boys stood in the way. Both super tall, dark black eyes, with toothy grins as soon as they saw her. Spikey horns and identical facial features, brothers it looked like. The only different was one had purple horns and the other red.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she realized this was a bad, very bad idea.
The red horn demon stalked towards her, backing her into the nearest wall. “Look what we found.”
“A good breakfast, we found, didn’t we?” said the other with purple horns.
Tears started running down her cheeks, and her hands were shaking. She held them in front of her and begged, “Please…”
There wasn’t anyone around, all the doors she saw were closed and farther down the hallway. She was doomed.
“Please? Get a load of this, it can beg. Should we make it beg for its life?”
Body shaking, she pressed back as far as she could, arms and legs adjacent to the wall. Nails scratched the chipping paint. There was a lump stuck in her throat and it burned. Fear, this was pure fear. Had she ever been so afraid before? She always had the protection of the house, and the brothers, and now she had made the mistake of leaving and screwing it all up.
“Mammy,” she mumbled. She kept her eyes facing straight, looking right at the chests of the two demons closing in. She couldn’t look at their eyes, they were like looking into the blackness of space and that was terrifying.
“What was that?”
One hot hand touched her shoulder, making her jump and causing them to laugh loudly. Fingers tugged her hair. They were playing with her. Playing with their food.
“Mammy.” She spoke more clearly, but still somewhat mumbled to them.
They laughed at her again. “Is she calling for her mommy? Ha! How pathetic the human race is. She knows she’s going to die, right?”
Her face was hot with tears, and she felt something tugging at the core of her stomach. Death. It was close. They were going to kill her. Eat her alive.
She shut her eyes tight, wishing for anything to come to mind to save her. “Mammy, please…”
The hand on her shoulder was big and heavy and heated, and it gripped her face tightly. That was all it took because then, with a burst of strange power in her voice, she screamed with clarity, “Mammon!”
A sound, crackling like a fire, and a feeling of warm energy in her body, and she heard him. Her savior.
“What is going on here?!”
The hand on her was gone. She felt the air come back to her, cleaner than before. Her eyes shot open, bleary and focusing. She was going to be okay now that Mammon was here.
“Move aside. NOW.”
The two demons stepped aside, stiff and robotic as they did, and she knew somehow they were now afraid. Because Mammon was powerful. Lucifer had told her so, that was why he was her main protector.
Mammon was in front of her, and he crushed her to his chest. She clung back just as desperately to him. A few more tears fell in elation. “You’re okay?! Please tell me you didn’t get hurt, because if you did I will kill—I-I mean…” He pushed back, holding her face in his hands. His eyes frantic as they looked her up and down, pushing her hair back gently, checking every inch of her for harm. He sighed in relief when done. “You’re not hurt?”
She sniffed, fingers tight in his uniform shirt. “No. Was scared though. How-how did you know?”
He raised a brow. “To come here and save you? I am the Great Mammon, you know.” He grinned that sideways grin that usually made her laugh. But right then, she just blinked, not convinced. He shook his head and his smile was gone, in place a tense serious expression. “I’ll explain later. For now, I want you to go over there and face away, and cover your ears. Can you do that?” he asked gently.
It was easy enough to do. But, “You won’t leave?”
He smiled. “I promise I never will. Just one minute, okay? Then we’ll go back home.”
He led her between the two demons, who seemed to be stuck where they were from fear and dread until she was at the opposite end of the hall, which was still empty.
“Close your eyes and don’t look no matter what. Cover your ears, too. Good.” He pat her head, and she blushed. He moved away, his presence she could feel gone but not too far.
It was only seconds, and she heard a dim shout. She flinched in reflex. Her mind could not comprehend what was happening and she knew it wasn’t good. But she also knew Mammon was doing what he had to do.
A light tap on her shoulder and she turned around. Mammon was there. He everything she could have wanted in a hero. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew he was right there, and he would be there to keep her safe always.
He held out his hand and she took it. “Let’s go home.”
Mammon carried her on his back, speed walking as fast as he could to make her giggle at the feeling of the wind passing by the both of them. When she got home he took her to wash her face and change into house clothes, which consisted of leggings and a big warm sweater. He said he was staying home with her to keep her out of trouble.
She covered her mouth with her hand, laughing. “Mammy, you are trouble.”
He sputtered. “Hey! I wasn’t the one that snuck out to follow me to school, was I? Lucifer is going to be so pis—mad! He’s going to be mad at you and me.”
She shrugged. “I’ll just get time out.”
He sighed, glancing up at the ceiling. “And I’ll just get strung up, no biggie.”
The day went by, the both of them hanging out. Later, both had ramen for lunch, his super spicy and hers mild, and both watched some movies on TV. Belphie joined in, too, eventually, cuddled on her other side. She felt so happy to have them with her. This was exactly what she needed and wanted.
Belphie yawned. “Why are you home, Mammon? Failed some quiz or something?”
Mammon sputtered. “NO! She followed me to school, activated our pact when some demons attacked her.”
Belphie was shocked, so shocked he stopped mid yawn to glance between her and Mammon. “Wait, she activated the pact?”
“Yeah, it was strong, too.”
“She’s pure trouble,” Belphie sighed.
“Yup.”
“Did you take care of it?” he asked in a darker tone.
Mammon grinned. “Yeah, it’s all taken care of…”
And when Lucifer was told of what happened, Mammon got hung up in the entry hall, while she got time out for one hour and had to write on a chalkboard 50 lines “I will not sneak out”.
She knew it was a lie each time she wrote it. Because, as two of the brother’s said, she was trouble.
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Tea Party (Barbatos)
The rounded table was set with a pretty white lace table cloth, and a tower of treats sat in the center. Tea was steaming hot and cups were set around each plate. The guests consisted of 2 living and breathing occupants, and 4 stuffed creatures dressed to the nines.
“Yay! Tea party!” She was so excited, she loved tea time with Barb. He made yummy treats and always made her laugh with his funny stories about everyone.
Barbatos sat beside her after pouring tea into each cup. “I’m excited as well. I always enjoy our tea time.”
She smiled at him and his heart melted. He truly did enjoy this time they spent together. Always he was with Lord Diavolo, or other demons and her, but never just the two of them outside of this special time. He was glad his master let him have this little bit of time with her. Sometimes others joined them but mostly it was just the two of them and that’s how they liked it.
“All right, little miss, today we have apple and cheddar scones, strawberry meringue roses, chai tea sandwich cookies, and, your favorite, mini chocolate cupcakes. The tea is chamomile with honey for your sweet tooth.”
She gasped as she looked at all the treats. “It’s so pretty! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She was clapping and shaking in her seat and reached over to half hug him. “You’re the best,” she sighed.
He pat her back, inhaling her sweet scent. “It’s my pleasure, little miss.”
She giggled. “Okay, big mister.”
He playfully pinched her and she pouted at him. “Try the tea. If it’s not to your liking, I have others as well.”
She took a sip of her tea and sighed. “So good!” she whispered in excitement. She turned to the bear at her left, and asked, “What do you think, Teddy?” She pretended to listen, and nodded. “Yeah, I think so too.”
He held back a laugh, which was quite difficult for him. “I’m glad you enjoy it.”
This was something small he could do to make her smile. In her current state of mind, he would make sure she was taken care of, and if it was something as simple as a weekly tea time then he would make sure to prepare her favorites and keep that adorable grin where it should be.
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Storms (Beel & Belphie)
Storms in the Devildom were scary. She did not like them. The skies were dark already and now it was like there was no light at all, and the rain was almost as loud as the thunder. There was no lightning to go with it, just continuous rumbling clouds.
She wanted to sleep but it was too hard. So she snuck out of her bedroom and down to the kitchen, hoping that something warm in her tummy would make her feel better.
But it was worse and louder somehow, and she found herself shaking under the table, cold and scared and just wanting it to stop.
“Hmm? What are you doing under there?”
She gasped when she was grabbed by her arm and pulled out, sliding along the flooring. She looked up and saw Beel with an arm full of food. She must not have heard him over the rumbling thunder.
He frowned at her, and helped her stand up. “You’re crying.”
She nodded, and jumped when a loud boom hit. She was in his arms in seconds flat, sobbing. “S-s-sc-cary! Loud!”
He hoisted her up in his arms. He didn’t like seeing her so scared, so he decided he would keep an eye on her. She should not be alone. “Yeah, the storms are loud. I’ve got snacks in my room so let’s go there.”
She just let him take her, feeling safer and warmer in his embrace. His big hands held her, and she shoved her face into his chest to try and block out the noise.
“Beel, you’re back already?” Belphie’s sleepy voice called. “Oh, you brought company.”
“She’s scared of the storm.”
She was put on Beel’s bed but she clung to his shirt tightly that he had to sit down first with her being held on his lap. A loud bang came, and she cried out, pushing her body close to Beel’s. “Make it stop.” She was begging, sobbing.
Belphie sat up from his bed and blinked to get sleep out of his eyes. He found his way to Beel’s bed and pet her hair back, shushing her softly. “You want to sleep, little one?” he cooed. He felt terrible seeing her so frightened, he would do what he could to make her feel better again.
She nodded against Beel. “Please…”
“Okay, keep your eyes shut. Get comfy, there you go. Now think happy thoughts for me.”
With Beel was her pillow, and Belphie was caressing her hair and cheeks, she slowly stopped hearing the booming thunder and loud rain hitting the house. She heard laughter instead, and when she opened her eyes she was in a field of daisies and had all her friends with her.
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Pranks (Simeon)
Mammon started it all. First it was a tiny prank to Lucifer, and she couldn’t stop giggling when she saw his bright pink hair. He fixed it easily, but poor Mammon was strung up for days. She asked him for prank ideas.
“Mammy, can you tell me some pranks?”
He grinned and ruffled her hair. “Oh yeah! I’ve got tons. Some are too hardcore for you, but I have a few good ideas… Who do you wana prank?”
She thought for a second, who would be the one least likely to get mad at her. She did not want to end up like Mammon. Oh! “Simy!”
He burst out laughing. “This is gonna be good! Simeon’s a great choice, babe. Let’s get to ready to prank an angel!” He tugged her away, the both of them laughing down the halls.
Simeon loved her. She was adorable and cute, and they walked through the gardens together and picked flowers. They even made flower crowns before, Asmo got a kick out of that.
But he had no idea what was coming to him.
It was easy, all she had to do was set a bucket on top of the doorway and wait after they invited him over to play. It was filled with colored paint, she had picked blue to match Simeon’s eyes, and super heavy so Mammon helped her set up the bucket.
“Next time, we’ll do a prank you can actually pull, yeah?”
She nodded eagerly. “Please!”
He sighed, clapping his hands. “Well, I’ve got to head out to a gig. But tell me how it goes! And remember, do not tell Lucifer I gave you this idea or helped you. Swear?” The both of them pinky swore, and Mammon was off.
She waited and waited. It was awful, Simy took forever. Until there came the sound of footsteps, then Simeon’s voice. “Are you in there, little angel?”
It was a nickname he had for her almost instantly after she was mentally de-aged. She loved being called all sorts of nicknames, but this one was a favorite because he was so pretty and kind to her and gentle when he spoke. So she knew he wouldn’t get mad. She felt a little bad, but she really wanted to pull a prank and he was perfect.
“Oh, there you—”
The door opened fully, and the bucket dropped onto the Angel’s head. He stood there, bright blue paint running down his body, bucket on his head, paint all over the floors. He took it off after a second, and she squealed in laughter. His hair was coated in thick blue paint, the only part of him not covered was some of his legs, and his whole face was, too, she could barely see it. His shoes were totally covered, too, in a puddle of thick paint.
Her chest hurt with how much she was laughing, she could barely talk. “B-b-bluuee f-fa-ace, ha ha ha!”
“Oh my.”
He looked at her, and disappointment ran across his face. He swiped his hands over his eyes and cheeks, and then sighed, smiling softly at her. “Well, I suppose a small prank isn’t that terrible. You really are not so innocent, little angel. Perhaps I should call you little devil.”
She stopped laughing hysterically, breathing heavy, and pouted when he pat her head. “S-sorry. It was supposed to be funny. Was it?” She hoped he wasn’t mad. She never saw him mad before.
He chuckled. “For you, I guess it was funny. For me, I think it’s just a mess,” he said, lifting his arms, dripping wet blue paint.
She blushed. “I’ll clean up, I swear!”
He nodded, and paint dribbled down. “Good girl. Let’s get to cleaning, then.”
After he wiped his face clear, the room was cleaned, and Simeon had changed clothes (still the same, somehow, probably more magic), they settled down and ate some cookies left in the cabinets. She was tired from laughing so hard and Simeon felt a more relaxed evening would be best.
“Simy?” she asked, cuddled close to him.
He kissed the top of her head. “Yes, my dear?”
She looked up at him, blushing. “You looked pretty with blue hair.” She grinned.
She got a pinch to her cheek, and laughed when he pulled her onto his lap to tickle her until she took back her words. Maybe next time her prank would be something less messy.
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Sick (Satan)
Her head, throat, and tummy ached. She was sick. And no one would leave her alone to sleep. Her room held 4 of the 7 demon brothers, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmo, and Satan, but he wasn’t there just then.
“Lucy, ‘m tired. Sleep?”
He shook his head. His elegant fingers brushed delicately across her cheeks where she lay in bed, feeling the heat from a fever on his fingertips. “Not yet, sweetheart. We’re waiting for Satan to bring back medicine for you. Stay awake a little longer.”
She sniffled. “Sweepy,” she whispered.
He made a sympathetic sound. “Poor darling. Soon, I promise.”
“Hey, when’s he comin’ back? My human shouldn’t be feelin’ like this for so long!”
“She looks so terrible. The poor dear.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. She just wanted to sleep. Her head hurt. She loved them so much but they kept talking and it was too loud, but she was too sick to say anything and Lucifer said she had to wait for medicine before she could sleep anyways. She hated medicine, and again, she just wanted to sleep. Her eyes were drooping and in sleep she couldn’t hurt as bad, right?
The door opened. “Satan, finally. Bring it here.” Lucifer ordered.
A rustle of a plastic bag, and then a bottle cap opening was what she heard. “Why is the entire house in here? She need rest, not a party.”
“He’s correct. All of you, leave now.”
Whining from the two others, and then the door shut and it wasn’t as loud. She opened her eyes to see Satan and Lucifer there, the oldest holding a plastic weird spoon in his hand with purple liquid, the other frowning at her directly behind.
Lucifer pushed the spoon to her face. “You need to take this.”
She turned her head. “No way, nuh-uh!”
He sighed. “If you want to feel better, open your mouth and drink this. Please.”
She started to cry. “Hate it. No.”
Satan sighed, “Let me try.”
“Good luck.” Lucifer handed it to him, and took a step back for Satan to take his spot.
“If you drink this nasty stuff now, you’ll feel well much sooner. The chances of you taking it again aren’t as high. So either take a few spoonful’s of this now, or more later on. What do you prefer, kitten?”
She reluctantly opened her mouth because more medicine sounded terrible. He poured it inside, and she coughed at the yucky taste. He helped her drink some water, and then she settled back, happy to finally be able to sleep.
Lucifer looked on and smiled. It was sweet that Satan cared for her like this, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt to let them be for a while. “I’ll leave you alone to rest. Satan, make sure she’s looked after.”
“I will.” Once Lucifer left, Satan sat beside her and asked, “Were my brothers troubling you, kitten?”
The medicine was kicking in quick because she was even more tired, and speaking was hard. “Loud,” she said, with a pained expression.
He tutted. “They worry in their own way, I suppose. But you need to rest. Close your eyes and I’ll read to you. Cinderella, or perhaps Sleeping Beauty?”
She mumbled, “S’eeping ‘eauty.”
“Excellent choice.” He settled down beside her, and pulled the book out. One hand held it open with the ease of reading for centuries, while his other pet her head, soothing with his caring hand, coaxing her into slumber as he read about Sleeping Beauty. She fell asleep, a nasty taste in her mouth, but a lovely voice in her ear.
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Do you think the polycule has any holiday traditions?
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that's actually a pretty interesting question because the polycule is very culturally diverse. like of course we have simon who's jewish, but the rest is kind of in a weird place. i'm pretty sure shadowhunters don't have holidays at all, and since clary was raised by a shadowhunter and a former shadowhunter, i'm pretty sure she would have been raised without any either? like maybe she'd celebrate the gregorian new year because you know, they have to pretend to be mundane after all, but i think that and birthdays were probably pretty much it for her. oh and halloween i guess which is also not religious-affiliated, are there any other holidays in the states? i guess there's the 4th of july and thanksgiving but both celebrate imperialism/colonialism and i don't want to write about that so i'm gonna pretend there aren't. plus i doubt shadowhunters celebrated those either
so ok we have izzy and clary with no holidays, we don't know whether or not maia is culturally christian and i don't wanna just say "yes" by default... and then there's meliorn whose holidays and traditions will be typical to seelie culture, which are gonna be... unique to them obviously. we don't know how they are celebrated, how long they last, what is the milestone, how or even IF they count time - like maybe they go by when a specific flower blooms and that only happens every 10 gregorian years or some shit. so that's a question mark i guess
and there's also the fact that the seelie realm is very politically closed which. i like to think changes once they get rid of the old queen! but it's still a slow process to just allow other people there. then again izzy was a shadowhunter and she used to hop by so it's probably not a huge deal for meliorn to bring their partners and metamours to seelie celebrations? or at least to the ones that aren't Super Sacred or anything. so like parties and dances and stuff like that? yeah. which i guess brings me back to the other "meta" i wrote about seelie dances (link) and what it would be like for the rest of the polycule to participate in those and shit
then... well obviously there's the gregorian new year which we have obviously just gone through (well, we had when i started answering this ask. it's march now so rip. update it's april now. i'm so sorry anon) so like! i think it was always kind of hell for both raphael and maia, autistic icons, because of all the explosion sounds that just made them feel really upset and feel really stupid for it. with raphael i think it was more bearable when he had rosa because she would spend the day with him and hug him and let him squeeze the stress out you know dauhdasuihda also she was always the one he felt the most comfortable stimming in front of. and then after he lost her it only got worse because on top of the fireworks there was the clear absence of rosa that he just FELT everywhere. you know?
and with maia there's the added trouble of her being AMAB and what with being raised to "black men" standarts of masculinity (to be clear, as in: due to racism black men are expected to be even more macho than white men, ESPECIALLY by nonblack ppl; not as in wow black ppl are so backwards or whatever. white ppl invented gender norms anyway so lmao), she was definitely shamed a lot for being so distressed by the fireworks when she was little methinks. we love that combination of transphobia, racism and ableism! so it was just hard and filled with bad memories. and then once she ran away from home it got marginally better without the constant telling her to "man up" and shit like that, but it still came with the added memories you know
and also with them (plus simon) being vampires/werewolves the hearing gets even more sensitive so that's... fun. meliorn realizes it stresses them out and makes up a special kind of spell that muffles their hearing of background noise, so they can feel more comfortable and for the first time there is not that added stress that comes with the new years and it feels so nice?? they even try watching the fireworks but it's kinda like eh, not that great, especially because even looking at them brings out memories you know doahdsaoh so instead meliorn shows them some magic and it's so much prettier with all the glowing lights and stuff, you know?
maybe after that the polycule starts spending the new years in the seelie realm instead, that'd be cute, just like. enjoying that pretty place with all the lights and shit. i think they would all prepare some kind of light show some way or another like using magic and witchlights and whatnot. that'd be cute
as for other holidays! i think their holiday traditions would start with simon's first yom kippur after he was able to eat solid foods again (shut up a potion WILL be created and i don't accept any other option). before that, with simon being unable to eat, he was also obviously unable to fast. he wouldn't feed during yom kippur but it's not like vampires need to drink blood every day so it's not really the same thing. and it felt particularly lonely that, besides being away from his family and community, he also couldn't fast
i mean obviously simon isn't the only jewish vampire in the world, or jewish downworlder for that matter, so i'm sure he makes jewish friends he would at least get together and pray with for yom kippur, and that's what matters the most, really, but being unable to fast when he wants to and also not being able to participate in the break-fast meal just. sucks djdnudhsus
and then he's able to eat and he can do all that again! but it's also kind of emotionally charged for all of the vampires to fast for the first time when for so long they associated not eating with feeling unhuman, you feel? so like it kind of hits all of them hard
so the polycule decides to make him a little surprise and cooks the break-fast meal for them. clary probably knows what simon and his family used to eat after yom kippur so they try to recreate that for him? and maia and raphael are lowkey nervous about it because they had never made stuff like noodle kugel before and while they could at least try it (yay potion!) they have no idea if it's tasting like it should, ya know what i mean? and it's kind of sweet that they are so worried about making this the best possible experience for simon and the closest to home it can get. and simon is super emotional about getting to eat that stuff for the first time, as well as the other vampires, so you know. it's very emotional all around. but in a good way? and i think after that it kind of becomes a tradition that they make him the break-fast meal after yom kippur too
and then the next years they lowkey fuss over him for the last meal before the fast too, which i'm not sure is something simon would do with other people so they would go ham, dude, particularly raphael because he is a worrier first and foremost. so catch his ass all lovingly planning a meal he can make with zero (0) salt whatsoever so simon doesn't get too thirsty during the fast for MONTHS, planning so he gets the most amount of sustenance, lots of fiber, etc., and simon is like "you know i don't even have to eat, right?" but rapha is just all "you know food still matters" and simon doesn't say anything because it does. it matters a lot
and raphael is all sweetly nervous because like... it is a simple meal, that is the point, but he still wants simon to enjoy it and simon can't stop smiling through the whole thing. raphael and the others also eat it with him too in solidarity before simon goes to the synagogue with his community and it's like a sweet send off you know?
also this is not exactly a celebration or a tradition for that matter but since YK is the day of forgiveness i like to think that eventually simon asks for raphael's forgiveness on YK for the whole rosa thing, and although that isn't religious for raphael, raphael asking for his forgiveness for how everything went down, too. and it's just a sweet moment where they leave this whole story behind and look for a better future - i imagine this happening before they get together, so again, it doesn't really count as an answer to your question, but i just thought i'd include it because i find it sweet
then after that there is sukkot and i just really loove the idea of them helping him build the sukkah (for those who don't know, the sukkah is a hut covered with vegetation under the open sky, where jewish ppl live in for the duration of the sukkot). i know that they could just buy a certified one but where is the fun in that when we could have shenanigans? also i think that that would have been part of simon's personal/family traditions because i bet him and becca loved to build the sukkah for their family. so like on that spirit it is a little sad that they can't help each other with that anymore since simon can't be seen by the rest of his family, but of course as soon as he mentions it and how fun it used to be the whole polycule is Immediately On Board. let's help simon build his sukkah!
first of all other than simon none of them have ever built a sukkah before and simon usually followed becca's lead tbh, also he's just not great to Lead And Control people in general, and the polycule is already messy as all fuck. so it's a disaster, especially with raphael and simon's superspeed and strength thrown into the mix, and meliorn's almost impossible to hold back mischievous nature. izzy is lowkey responsible for keeping them in check and okay now that i think about it clary might have helped simon's family build it before, especially when she was a kid because kids just love that shit, but i don't know if she would remember the steps tbh (read: she wouldn't remember the steps) so yeah all in all the sukkah falls down more often than not and they might have to replace a few materials when simon and raphael accidentally snap their bamboo poles in half. rip
meliorn is probably all like "you are all weak and pathetic, i am a seelie, i can literally control living things. simon needs a vegetable covering? watch me get all the nearby trees to form a beautiful roof" and simon is like "actually the sechach cannot be alive" and meliorn slowly dies because they have no power over dead nature. also simon forbids magic usage in general because this needs to be an authentic building experience for him, so meliorn is left as the most useless one since they only have experience building these things using magic and the help of the trees or whatever
also i bet they would love to go EXTREMELY hard on the lights and decorations. i know that hassidic and to my understanding general orthodox jewish communities don't decorate the sukkah but i don't hc simon as part of those communities so i think he would want to decorate the sukkah. like even if it isn't fully covered in decorations, he would want what few he has to be well done, you know what i mean? like he would want to make the holiday posters himself (i dont know if it would be appropriate for clary to help make these but if it would, she totally would and i like the idea of simon giving her a very specific prompt to make the posters and clary doing it for him, you know? and maybe them all helping paint it with colorful themes), making decorations, and okay, at the very least fairy lightning? please? come on. it's another whole ass dramatic experience to get electricity in there so that's fun for sure, but i think meliorn and maia in particular would be all over the idea of making a pretty lightning system, and simon is definitely not gonna complain because he loves pretty things and the idea sounds rad. raphael smiles fondly through it all and basically saves the day by being the only one with organizational skills who is actually able to help them make a working plan for the sukkah
(catch these idiots making a blueprint. TRY and tell me they wouldn't)
(every year they make a new blueprint and the sukkah has different designs and proportions - always following the requirements like having four at least 32 inches tall walls, of course - and they start completely anew. the sechach must always be new but not the general structure, but they redo the structure anyway because again, it's fun)
and then of course they have meals together in the sukkah for the duration of sukkot and just idk i really dig the idea of the lot of them holding trays of food wearing oven mitts as they get inside and turn on the lights and it feels really nice and sweet you know? and then of course promptly turns kind of messy because it's their way but that's what they want. also, at least once a year they manage to sneak becca in for a meal with simon in the sukkah and they are just both so happy and aaaaa :')
and that's how "kidnapping" becca so she can see simon and his sukkah becomes another tradition lmao. they do it in the most dramatic full of flair way they possibly can while still not being found out and then promptly tell simon all about it in the most dramatic and exaggerated retelling during the meal, which always makes both simon and becca laugh (reality: becca just told her parents she would be off for a few hours to do some school thing or something and then they picked her up and she got a superspeed piggyback ride so she and simon wouldn't miss a minute. their story: "it all began with a carefully planted lie,")
there's also pesach which many (reform) jewish friends of mine have told me they like to do with goyim because the whole point of that holiday is to welcome strangers and share jewish history, so i think simon would like to do that as well. so yeah i think simon would enjoy having them with him during the Pesach Seder - again i think simon would want to be with his other jewish friends but it would be fun because they all could bring their pet goyim that they know would be respectful and nice to have around, run the Seder, and celebrate with them. also for their first one i think simon would have gotten excited about explaining the order/15 steps to them, so like cue lots of fond looks as simon tells them everything about it, how this is the first time he'll be able to have the feast, the four cups of wine, and how he's excited even to have the bitter herbs again. and then over the years they all become pretty much used to the 15 steps, they come naturally, they know what to expect, they already know the story of the Exodus after retelling it every year, and it's nice both when it's new and he gets to share and when it starts to be something in their element because it became their tradition and they want to be there with simon for the holidays, you know what i mean?
then there's purim!!!!!!!! god they would sure have so much fun on purim it gets me really excited to think about. purim might be the one that they get to participate the most in from what i've seen, and i have lots of thoughts about it, like:
first of all, making hamantaschen!! they each make a batch with a different stuffing and it's lowkey a competition and lowkey a surprise and as always with cooking together it is very fun and homey. and also kind of silly as they usually are, but purim is a holiday that is kind of supposed to be silly and for ppl to let go so it matches that mood, you know what i mean? like they're all covered in flour and "stop trying to LOOK at what i'm making!" and blind testing and stuff
then, food gifts! so from what i've seen it is preferable that the food gifts jewish ppl send each other on purim are sent by a third party, which is usually a kid, but they don't know many kids and i really like the idea of the polycule serving as simon's messengers for the day lmao. going everywhere round the shadow world and beyond ("hey mel since you can portal i have this friend in argentina-") and then bringing him the other gifts people send simon in return :)
dressing up in costumes! there is absolutely no way simon doesn't dress up for purim and the whole polycule is absolutely dragged into it, including an absolutely reluctant raphael. it quickly becomes a tradition tho that they change costumes every year and try to make them funnier and more outrageous (as you do) as time goes by. trust the polycule to turn pretty much everything into a competition. and simon always laughs with so much glee and joy when he gets to see what everyone dresses up as so really, how could they say no?
(maia "wins", like, every year. she is totally huge on costumes and her and simon are very attuned in that sense, so, you know. catch her dressing up as memes and just generally making the most creative costumes. she may or may not think them months and months ahead of time)
maybe they hold purim meals with particularly themed costumes every once in a while when they want to spice it up, but i think generally it's more of a freestyle thing
simon also loves reading the purim torah tbh, it's just fun. and then of course there's the megillah and booing when haman's name is mentioned. they are all banned from using graggers because half of them have superstrength and the other half doesn't technically have superstrength but is still super strong and they destroyed the poor thing on accident after the first ten seconds when they tried
food yay! and the very long meal. they usually get pretty drunk, tbh, at least the ones that can. and just generally i think it's one of their favorite celebrations to do together and more often than not ends in them all curled up together in the couch so u know, that's sweet uwu
and then of course rosh hashanah, which is the holiest joyous day in jewish tradition, so of course it's a huge deal for them all. and i just think they would all be super excited about making the evening (especially the meal ofc) the most incredible for simon it could possibly be. again i think simon would want to spend it with his downworlder jewish friends and community, and they probably have their own synagogue they go to together and everything, so obviously they are all involved in making preparations for rosh hashanah, but i like to think the polcyule and simon's friends' pet goyim would help with what they can as well (provided it's not something that should be done by a jewish person like baking the challah; but if not with cooking, they would at least want to help with stuff like decorations and the like. honestly i imagine all of simon's partners sitting together very seriously with a paper in front of them writing down all the stuff they can do to help with rosh hashanah preparations and everything. especially once they learn that like being happy/joyous is a mitzvah so they're just like "we want to make u as happy as possible then :)" and it's sweet and simon may or may not tear up a little)
and then we have other holidays that aren't associated with religion like halloween, which was kind of implied to be the official downworld holiday, so i'm pretty sure they go big on that too. not dressing up because again, one day where they can all afford to be themselves, but definitely meeting up at the hunter's moon, getting spectacularly drunk, roasting the mundane's costumes, and then once they get back to whichever of them's homes, watching some shitty movies and throwing stuff at the screen together
i'm on the fence about día de muertos. i know it's not exactly a sad holiday but i feel like it is for raphael because it kind of represents everything he's lost - his culture and his family, and he can't even go to the parade during the day, you know, although i'm not sure that would have been his thing, but i do think he would have loved to watch the arrival of the monarchs when he was a kid but he'd have to be in méxico for that. and particularly after he lost rosa i just feel like it would have been so emotionally charged for him, you know? he would definitely make her an altar every year and it would be just... big and well thought-out and something really emotional and important for him, welcoming his little sister back the best he can. and i feel like that's something he'd want to do alone because my boy loves to punish himself
but there are little things i think they would have wanted to do with him, and that they might push a little to be able to, like being with him while he eats by the altar and hearing him tell stories about rosita. and i think they would help him "undo" (?) the altar once día de muertos is over, which is always extra emotional for him and aaa. and then the next day they kind of just get to be with him and cuddle a little bit as he recovers emotionally, you know?
also it has just occured to me that raphael is christian shit fuck fart bitch cock. so okay i guess that puts xmas and easter somewhat on the map? again mostly for food. us latinos celebrate xmas on the eve, not on xmas day, and raphael is totally the insufferable xmas meal obsessed bitch who's on the kitchen all day and refuses to let anyone help (he can't pull that particular stunt for the meals they have for simon's holidays obviously but he can on xmas soo). but it's worth it because it is always a great one. and he also gives a lot of thought into getting everyone presents so that is sweet and it earns him lots of kisses on the cheek and stuff. and that's pretty much it for latino xmas, we don't really do stuff i'm still not convinced gringos haven't made up like the socks and the eggnog and xmas music (????) so it's more lowkey. and i think raphael would keep the more religious aspects of it to the stuff he does at church (again, there are downworlder religious communities idk what to tell u) and for the nursery home. which is not to say that like... oh wow xmas is totally not a xtian holiday! or whatever, just that the version the polycule does is more lowkey on the religious aspects and the things they do together on that day are more about being together with raphael on a day that matters to him, you know, especially since again, he is the only xtian and that's gonna be a sensitive thing for simon especially
and i think for easter it is mostly something they do to shower maia in sweets lmao. again she misses chocolate and i'm sure they spend a lot of their time trying to figure out how to get around that, either be by like trying to make special chocolate that doesn't make her sick or sweets that really really resemble chocolate or that are so good she doesn't even mind that she can't eat chocolate anymore. so that's their tradition for easter (and raphael goes to church ofc)
oh yeah and i forgot valentine's day! i have this funny little idea just for the shits where they have this little thing where they setup one-on-one dates for all the parts that are actually together and each of them lasts, like, 10 minutes (poor maia who dates everyone is just running around town) and it's more about the fun of running around from one day to the other like this is a bad romcom where some bastard is trying to juggle having two (monog) girlfriends at once. but then they actually get all together at the end of the day and trade presents and funny cards both among their dates and metamours ("roses are red, violets are blue, you're my girlfriend's girlfriend, and i love you platonically"). usually ending up with them drunk and debating how exactly they got to this overly complicated arrangement and trying to figure out the best way to explain this to an outsider and trying to make, like, fluxograms that explain all of their different relationships visually and they all look so messy it just leaves them more confused lmao. so yeah it's fun
and i think that's all i've got? i say, as if this answer isn't longer than anyone will have the time to read and took me over 4 months to write. but anyway
a special thanks to "a group where non-jews can ask questions about judaism and jews can answer" on facebook and all my jewish friends for helping me write about the jewish holidays and customs. i also used the following sources: Rosh Hashanah (link), how to build the sukkah (link), more on the sukkah (link), how to celebrate purim (link), more on purim (link), how to celebrate passover (link), what is a passover seder like (link), laws of yom tov (link), yom kippur (link), what to eat before and after yom kippur (link), a classic yom kippur breakfast menu (link), menus for the pre yom kippur meal (link). if there's anything inaccurate or disrespectful, however, please let me know, and feel free to add more ideas as well if you're jewish :)
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“She remembers nothing” Wooyoung muttered.
Hongjoong took a deep breath and looked at Yeosang, who was diligently going through his maps to try and figure out what move they needed to do next. “We need to go as far away from Havelock’s jurisdiction as possible. There are a few areas in which he has no power at all, thus he cannot send any messengers whatsoever.”
“We still have to make him believe we’re on his side. Otherwise he’ll find out we have y/n before she even starts to remember” Yunho intervened, leaning his arms over the large wooden table to look at Yeosang’s maps “You have to hold that meeting with him, Captain.”
“But we can’t stay here any longer. The word’s been spread, the villagers know about y/n’s disappearance. It’s a matter of hours until the Royal Navy finds out, and when they do, the real battle will begin.” San stated, his sharp eyes fixated on his best friend’s sad expression.
“I think we need to set sail again to the next pirate friendly island. Captain meets up with Havelock and we go out of his jurisdiction to protect her. We can tell him that we will be looking for her there as he’s unable to do so.” Mingi proposed, everyone nodding in agreement. “It’s a risky move, especially because of those creatures out there, but there’s no way of giving her the time to remember with her father controlling our every move.”
“Hoping for the best it’s what we can do.” Hongjoong sighed. “Yeosang, where to next?”
“Tolnia Island is the nearest option, but is full of Royal Navy’s ships most of the time. We either go there and keep y/n inside the entire time or we head to Santadoba which is probably four days distance leaving tomorrow night.”
“And leaving now?” Wooyoung asked, finally entering the discussion, sad soft voice and bloodshot eyes from having cried a while ago, engulfed in San’s warm embrace.
“Three if we are lucky.”
“Let’s be then.” Hongjoong added. “We need to be as close to the border as possible, but also on firm land. Somebody has to take y/n out of the Destiny when Mingi and I go to that meeting in case he senses her. We know he’s able to do so.”
“I can do that” Jongho offered himself, knowing he could be easily replaced by San when it came to his position on the ship, in addition to his exceptional fighting skills which truly made him the best suited to protect y/n in case something happened. “I know where to take her, that island was my home for the longest time before joining ATEEZ.”
“Okay then, is there a need to vote?”
“Let me tell hyung first” Yunho went out of the cabin and straight to Seonghwa’s room, where he was taking care of a pale and confused looking y/n.
Taking advantage of that moment where everybody scattered from the meeting, San went straight to Wooyoung. “She will remember you, Youngie.”
“She won’t, hyung. You should have seen the way she looked at me when I told her my name. Nothing sparkled in her eyes, she didn’t even flinch. She gave up her memories for me and now she doesn’t even know me.” He looked at San with such guilt and devastation as tears ran down his cheeks once again. The gunner felt like crying alongside his best friend, thinking that if he had been able to take that pain in order to help Wooyoung with his burden, he would do it without seconds thoughts.
Yunho opened the cabin’s door, making San turn around to look at him as he put his hand on his best friend’s shoulder for comfort. “Hwa is okay with the plan as long as it keeps y/n out of Havelock’s reach.”
“Then it’s settled. We depart now, hopefully arriving Santadoba in three days. We have the meeting and right after we head out of the jurisdiction.” Hongjoong announced, everyone agreeing with their Captain.
“Hyung also told me she wants to see Wooyoung.”
San felt Wooyoung tense up under his hand. “What for?” he asked, voice still broken and never looking up from the floor.
“I don’t know, she might sense something. Not everything it’s thanks to our memory, we still can remember things from the heart.”
“Why don’t you lay down? You’re still really weak.”
“I need to see him.”
After spending half an hour with her awake, Seonghwa thought that she was Wooyoung’s other half. They both were stubborn and never listened to other people even when they knew they were right. What a power couple.
“Yunho is bringing him here so there’s no need for you to move.”
“But I want to!”
Just as she was putting her legs out of the bed to stand up, the door opened revealing a disheveled and defeated Wooyoung.
“Call me back when you’re done.”
Wooyoung simply nodded at Seonghwa’s words and slowly made his way to the bed, plopping down next to the girl whose eyes never left his face. Upon hearing the door closing, y/n wasted no time.
“Why did you run away after telling me your name?”
Wooyoung knew that there was no reasonable explanation other than telling her the truth. Nonetheless, he still believed that forcing her to remember was not the answer. Telling her all about their encounters and loving glances to each other could simply seem as a fairy tale for her, because after all, everything he could tell her was from his point of view. All of what Wooyoung knew about her was through her words, not through her eyes. And he still wasn’t aware of how much she had forgotten.
“Do we know each other?” y/n seemed to just want her millions of questions out of her head as soon as possible, not even bothering to wait for an answer to her first one.
“We do” was all he could mutter.
“From where? Do you know who I am? My name?”
Wooyoung nodded, finally mustering the courage to look up from his hands and straight into her eyes. “I don’t want you to get overwhelmed, so I came to think that it’s best for you to just trust yourself and start remembering on your own.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” she almost yelled at him, her eyes growing glossy.
“I can tell you your name, but you have to promise me that you won’t be asking around for information. You ask me and I’ll help you. Are we clear?”
“Okay” she huffed, pouting while swinging her legs back and forth.
Wooyoung felt his heart softening at her childish behavior, amazed by how just her beautiful expressions could make him weak at the knees. A little smile managed to slip over his lips, admiring her ability to make him change his mood in mere seconds.
“So, what is my name, Jung Wooyoung?”
“You are y/n. Nice to meet you once again.”
“Y/n…” She muttered, slowly going over her own name like she was tasting honey for the first time. “I like it” giggling, she looked at Wooyoung right into his eyes, and the young pirate gasped when her shining orbs seemed to react at him like they used to. “You have really beautiful eyes, Wooyoung.”
And the truth was that every time she connected her eyes with his, she felt something. She sensed familiarity, she sensed affection. y/n felt that deep down, she knew him. Those eyes had meant something for her before her life took a whole 180-degree turn.
That feeling made her determined to find out who she was, and what that pirate had meant for her not so long ago.
“Yours are even prettier” he whispered, that previous little smile growing bigger. Hope filled Wooyoung’s heart upon hearing her words. He had heard that phrase of hers multiple times when they got together on those starry nights, and every time she did that, the boatswain would answer the same lame line.
Without realizing, y/n was already rebuilding their relationship, slowly and with baby steps. She was reacting to him like she always did, and she indeed showed interest in what he had to say.
Y/n blushed and looked away, going back to analyzing every part of the room just like she was doing when she got interrupted by the handsome doctor. “The man that was taking care of me… Seong…?”
“Seonghwa.”
“Yes, Seonghwa. He told me we are in a pirate ship. I reckon I have seen one of those before but... I don’t know if I ever stepped on one.”
“Step is not a suitable word actually…” Wooyoung murmured, but she was too distracted to hear him. “I can show you around when you are well rested, but for now, go back to bed, zeemermin.”
Y/n’s head snapped towards his direction, her eyes big and her mouth opened like she just saw a ghost. “What… what did you just call me?”
Wooyoung tried to suppress the joy and adrenaline rush that his whole body was experiencing by helping her with the covers. All of the sadness that he was feeling moments later, simply faded away. He knew that y/n remembering specific and significant events or things between them was certainly not happening that night nor the following, but her reaction towards those triggers were at least something to what he could hold on for the time being.
“It’s just a nickname” he explained, subtly hiding the real meaning behind that word. “Please rest for now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Wooyoung was about to lean over her to kiss her forehead, but he gave second thoughts to it.
Maybe it’ll overwhelm her.
He agreed with his conscious and instead, he settled for just whispering a ‘Goodnight, y/n’ and go out of the room without looking back.
The soft breeze that met him right when he reached the main deck had him sigh out of relief. She’s home now.
She couldn’t stop thinking about Wooyoung, and that kept her up the whole night. Besides, the ship would violently swing back and forth when sleep was finally getting into her, so neither the room nor her mind would let her rest properly.
Every once in a while, the doctor would go in to check her vitals, as well as to make sure that she was warm and well fed every and each time. At first, y/n thought that he was being annoying. Yes, she still felt weak and her limbs had not been much responsive, but she was alive and not complaining.
What troubled her the most was that everyone in that ship seemed to know more about her and her purpose on life than herself.
By the third time that Seonghwa stopped by to measure her fever, y/n had to ask him. She had promised Wooyoung she would not do it, but her curiosity had always won over her will.
“What do you know about me?”
“I know that your name is y/n and that I cannot tell you anything else. The crew reached the decision of letting you find out on your own.”
“Why?” y/n wanted to yell at him, but she kept her voice down just because she was aware that everyone else in the ship were sleeping the night away, just like she was supposed to be doing too.
“Look, I know you’re struggling and I get it. You don’t know us and you’re trusting us even when you merely were able to meet three of us. But your situation is ours too. We’re trying to do the best we can to keep you safe and at the same time help you find out who you are. That would actually make it way easier for us to just solve the thousand problems and dangers we are facing now and in the future. But if we just tell you who we think you are, you’ll just settle with it and we’ll never know why you ended up in that island, all on your own and with two le… and in those conditions.” Seonghwa reassured her, hoping for his words to help ease her pacing brain at least for the time being.
“Are you telling me that there’s more to the story? You don’t know everything about me like I thought you did?”
“We certainly know very little compared to what you did and deep down, still do. We just need you to try hard and remember at least little bits of your life and yourself. By just doing that, you’re helping us, and most importantly, you, big time.”
Y/n sighed, nodding. “Okay… I’ll try. For everyone and for me.”
next ↬ chapter vi — remember
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Ok, here's a prompt for you, should you choose to accept it, as a fellow angst connoisseur. I've been reading Impenetrable Walls by Gina3 which is a concubine AU, except so far Wei Ying has been too dumb to understand that his job as a concubine is to f*ck, but all the servants around him keep telling him to make sure Lan Wangji is happy or it's all their lives at stake. 1/2
2/2 Anyway, the prompt is this: imagine this scenario but with Xisang or Xiyao. Xichen is the emperor, he has spent his whole life being venerated and served and then he is gifted Huaisang/Meng Yao as a concubine and they both know they have no choice but to make the emperor happy no matter what. Xichen is convinced he's in a happy relationship and unaware that he has in fact been raping his partner this whole time, because there is no possible consent in this situation. The angst! Just imagine
Yes hi hello I, uh. Took this and ran with it, even though I have prompts left from the last ask meme and a bunch of fics that I should be updating and also actual work to do. But like. Fuck yeah. This is exactly the sort of awful, shitty, cruel settings that I love writing so bless you for sending me this.
It was a rare and pleasant day for His Highness when Nie Mingjue could take a break from the war on the frontier and visit the palace. On those too rare occasions, His Highness always allowed himself a break from protocole and tradition and, for a few hours, simply became Lan Xichen again. He had so few friends left since rising to power, but Nie Mingjue had never faltered once, never once treated him as a living divinity as others did, knowing it was not what Lan Xichen wanted from their friendship. It must have been a family trait.
As he walked toward his private quarters, Lan Xichen smiled to himself, certain that his dear little bird must be so happy to see his brother again after many months. Nie Huaisang always smiled so brightly after those rare visits, while teasing Lan Xichen with a renewed insolence that always deligthed him. It would be so nice to have his two closest, most beloved people with him at once, however briefly, and Lan Xichen couldn't wait to surprise them. He shouldn't not have been free for them until a little while longer, but on a whim he had cancelled a council. There was little point in being emperor if he could not get away with something selfish here and there.
As he entered the little house he'd ordered to be built for Nie Huaisang, Lan Xichen heard his little bird chatting with his brother and stopped for a moment, suddenly feeling guilty for taking away the siblings' precious chance for a private discussion. Although Nie Huaisang rarely complained about anything, Lan Xichen knew that his little bird missed home dearly sometimes. No amount of presents and coddling could change that, and while the two of them were so happy together, a lover simply wasn't a brother.
As he hesitated though, Lan Xichen quickly noticed that something appeared to be off with his little bird. His voice, usually so soft and full of laughter, was uncharacteristically dry as he chatted with his brother.
“With Wen Xu dead, that bastard Wen Ruohan won't manage much longer,” he heard his little bird say, the violence of the words half shocking Lan Xichen. “His first born was a good general, whereas the second one... Is Wen Zhuliu still serving them?”
“For now,” Nie Mingjue replied flatly, apparently undisturbed to hear his delicate little brother comment on war affairs. “We're working on turning him. Lord Jiang's wife knew him when he was young, so we're having her make offers to take him in if he switches sides. You were right though, he is stupidly loyal.”
“You probably won't get him,” Nie Huiasang agreed, “but Wen Ruohan will hear about those offers and he won't trust him as much... and that means he'll have to rely on his idiotic second son instead. If Wen Chao is put in charge of their southern army, the war is as good as won for us. Can you imagine? Peace again!”
“But at what cost?”
A silence fell between the brothers. Out of curiosity, Lan Xichen came closer to get a look at them without being seen himself. An emperor ought not to have hidden, least of all inside his own palace, his own home, but something about that conversation was making him increasingly uncomfortable.
When they were alone, Nie Huaisang never wanted to talk about politics, pouting and complaining that he never understood anything of it. To hear him give his opinion about the border wars with such certainty was... unsettling.
And so he looked at his little bird and his dearest friend, sitting together at a table. Nie Mingjue was in a more comfortable position than he usually allowed himself in presence of the emperor, though there was a clear tension to his shoulders. As for Nie Huaisang, although he was wearing the same delicate and colourful robes as always while his hair was done up in an elegant bun decorated with elaborate pins, he seemed like a stranger, sitting not like the poised boy Lan Xichen knew and adored, but instead with no more grace than a soldier resting after a battle.
“Peace always comes at a price,” Nie Huaisang pointed out, rolling his eyes. “This one isn't so bad.”
“Are you going to tell me you're happy with your life?” Nie Mingjue scoffed. “That you're satisfied with being the emperor's whore?”
“Of course not,” Nie Huaisang sighed with a grimace. “Still, to defeat the Wens... it's not such a big price to pay. I don't blame father. He saw his chance to finally make me be useful to the clan, how could he not have taken it?”
A twisted, piercing cold seized Lan Xichen, making it near impossible to breathe. He had wanted to come out of his hiding place and order Nie Mingjue out of their home at hearing him call his own brother a whore, only to feel slapped in the face at his little bird's response.
It made no sense. Nie Huaisang was happy. Of course he was happy. Lan Xichen made sure to give him everything he could ever want, robes of expensive silk, beautiful fans painted by the greatest masters, all his favourite dishes served daily... he had even started construction on an aviary for him, so he could gift him rare and exotic birds. Nie Huaisang was happy. He said so often, made it clear through his actions, always enjoying seducing Lan Xichen as soon as they could be alone.
They were happy and in love.
They had been happy and in love since the first time they had laid eyes on each other at a banquet and Nie Huaisang, not realising who was in front of him, had chatting with him and teased him over wearing badly coordinated robes. By some great luck, Nie Huaisang had been sent to work in the imperial palace soon after and Lan Xichen had not lost a moment in pursuing that chance of friendship. It had soon turned into something more intimate, with Nie Huaisang being officially named his concubine so there could be no accusations of impropriety.
“I'm going to take you back home someday,” Nie Mingjue grunted. “The day father dies, I'll ask to have you back, I swear.”
“Don't be stupid,” Nie Huaisang retorted. “You think His Highness will let me go? I'm stuck here for life, or until someone else finds him a prettier boy to play with. And that's impossible, we both know I am, and by far, the prettiest boy in the entire country. Possibly the world even. Ah, it's a curse to be so beautiful.”
“Huaisang!”
Something shifted in Nie Huaisang's eyes. He slumped on the table, reaching out to take his brother's hand and holding it tight.
“I swear it's not so bad,” he sighed. “He's nice. He's doing his best to be nice. Please don't worry about me, and don't... don't do anything reckless on my behalf. I chose this. I agreed to this. He asked me if I wanted to be his concubine, and I said yes.”
“Could you have said no?”
Instead of answer Nie Huaisang laughed in such a broken way that Lan Xichen felt nauseous. Of course his little bird could have denied that request. Lan Xichen had even told him so when he had asked for this, reminded him that even his friendship was enough to make him happy.
Nie Huaisang could have said no.
Nie Huaisang should have said no.
“Can you imagine what father would have said?” Lan Xichen heard his little bird say in a bitter voice that no longer sounded like his. “MingMing, we needed His Highness's support. We have it. There's nothing more to be said about this, so let's drop that subject. I'm... I'm really not so bad off in here, just a little lonely. I hope when the war is won, you can come more often. You're my only link to the outside world, so do your job. Give me news. How are the Jiang kids? And Wei Wuxian?”
“Lord Jiang gave him a command at last,” Nie Mingjue announced. “And the young Lady Jiang is to be married to young Lord Jin after all. The ceremony will be held in three months.”
Immediately, Nie Huaisang sat up straighter and smiled so brightly that it rivalled the sun.
“Really? Oh, that's so great!” He exclaimed, half laughing. “They'll be perfect for each other, I'm so glad it worked out after all! Tell me what happened?”
Seeing him so happy for the friends he often swore he did not miss was the last drop for Lan Xichen. It was obvious, now, how insincere his little bird's smiles had been when directed at him, how fake his joy, how forced his laughs. And so, while Nie Mingjue told his brother about a happy couple figuring out their path to happiness, Lan Xichen mourned the loss of his own and quietly retreated from this little house where, for the last three years, he had been fed lie after lie.
He had freed his afternoon for the purpose of his two dear friends' company, but it would be easy to find some task or other that needed his attention. An emperor's work was never done.
And work, once more, was all he had.
#xisang#nie huaisang#lan xichen#mo dao zu shi#concubine au#jau writes#given half a chance I will absolutely write more on this#for the record I'd say the spark at their first meeting was sincere#but then politics happened and nhs had to play along to help his clan's needs#thehobbitbadger
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Commission Update
(This is all directly from my commission page. Go look there if you want it to look prettier)
Hello, everyone!
I’m in kind of a tight spot for money right now (I usually am) and I’m really in need of some work. If you’d like some art done or would like to donate and get some art in return, here’s how to do so!
Here is a list of components you need to consider before sending a request. Once you’ve sent me your detailed request, I’ll get back to you with the price. There are some samples at the bottom of the post with prices on them that reflect what something of similar quality would cost.
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Style - Doodle/Regular, with or without noise added
Content - Shoulders-up/Full-body, Number of people, Background
Position - Standing/Sitting
Actions - Any interactions between people and other people or objects
Background - None/Simple/Nature/Furniture/Objects
Line Style - Messy/Clean sketch, Bold lines
Colors - None/Marker/Solid
Shade - None/Solid/Natural
Highlight - None/Solid/Natural
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Things I will not/am not likely to draw (ask if you want, I guess)
Anime
Kink art
Animals
NSFW
Furries/anthros
Things you should include in your commission request
Contact info if you’re not on Tumblr 24/7 (Email, Discord, whatever it is that you check regularly)
A description of the piece you want
What each character included in the piece looks like (Detailed descriptions are fine if references aren’t available, but don’t blame me if they don’t look right)
Original character personality descriptions are very helpful, if you’d like to share. That way I can get a feel for who I’m drawing
Things you should keep in mind when commissioning me
I’m a spoonie so sometimes I don’t have much energy. Don’t expect your commission to be done in less than a week. I’ll tell you when you commission me if it will be longer than two for any reason.
The more familiar I am with the commissioned character(s), the faster I’m likely to get it done.
My drawings are my interpretations of characters. I’ll work with people to an extent if the characters are original, but I’m not going to tweak the same drawing a hundred times.
No, I will not do free drawings*. If I feel like doing something for free, I’ll announce it. I can’t afford that right now. If you want a really lame doodle, donate at least 50 cents and I might do it.
And most of all, I love every one of you! Thank you for looking into my commission prices. It means a lot. If you know anyone who likes to buy art, let them know I’m selling!
*Unless you want a frog drawn in mspaint. In that case, go request one at paintfroge
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I take payment through PayPal and Ko-fi. Payment is due up front.
Please don’t send payment until I’ve accepted your commission. Payment sent for a commission I plan to decline will not be refunded, but you are free to choose something else for me to draw.
If you have any questions prior to your commission request, please let me know. I can provide more samples if you’d like to see more work like what you’re looking to order.
Samples
All rights to the commissioned drawing and the ability to post it online regardless of its contents remain mine. Any unoriginal characters or objects in the commissioned drawing will be credited to the original owner if posted online. The commissioner automatically has permission to post the commissioned drawing on any social media site they wish so long as they credit me and provide a link to one of my profiles online. This does not include sites like deviantART, Tumblr, Wysp, or any other creative platform where ownership is implied to the poster or where my art is already posted and readily shareable.
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docharvard’s stardew mega modlist v.2
howdy doody everyboody!
my last modlist did pretty well with regards to notes, but there have been some major changes to both stardew and my modlist since then, so i thought it was high time i made a new one!
once again, this is mostly graphical overhauls, with a few gameplay tweaks and cheats here and there. most of these mods are fairly popular, so chances are you would already know them, but i hope this compilation finds its use anyway. now, without further ado, the list starts under the cut!
one final warning before i proceed, as of today 21st of February 2020, some of these mod’s official releases do not work with Stardew 1.4.5, but they do have unofficial patches floating around on the forums that update them to work with this patch, and i will be linking to those instead of the official releases for those mods (you will need a chucklefish forums account to download them). if you see this in a few months or weeks time from when it is posted, it is probably in your best interests to check the official releases for updates.
ENGINES/PRE REQS
most of, if not all, the mods on this list will require some combination of the following engines to run. i know nothing about coding, so i cannot give an apt description of what they do or how they work, but trust me, you will need them. if you don’t download all of the mods in this list, you might not need all of them, check the requirements segment on a mods nexus page to see which of these engines you will need to run it.
SMAPI - SMAPI is the modding API for Stardew, necessary for all modding (besides old xnb mods).
Content Patcher
Custom Critters
Json Assets
Mail Framework Mod
More Grass
PyTK
SpaceCore
TMXL Map Toolkit
QUALITY OF LIFE
mods that don’t change the game significantly, but slightly improve the base mechanics to make it easier/better.
Auto Animal Doors - automatically opens all barn and coop doors at a set time every morning, and closes it once all animals are back inside at night.
Big Silo - increases the hay capacity of silos to around 200k.
Casks Everywhere - gives the player the ability to put casks anywhere, instead of only in the basement of the house.
Crop Transplant - gives the player the ability to move crops and trees without destroying them.
Mod Update Menu - puts a handy-dandy extra button on the main menu that shows you your modlist and whether any mods are out of date. clicking on a mod in the list will take you to its web page, if you want to download the updated version. (sometimes, like SMAPIs console, it is wrong. occasionally will tell you a mod is out of date when it isn’t, but is more often right than wrong.)
No Crows - removes crows, no more losing crops to those thieving corvid so-and-so’s.
No Fence Decay - fences no longer decay and break down over time. they stand for time immeasurable, like the monolith in space odyssey, or the empty shell of a blockbuster video.
Safe Lightning - lightning will only strike lightning rods, or if none are available, it will not strike at all.
Stack Everything - gives the player the ability to stack every item in the game, items like casks can now be stacked instead of having a 1:1 ratio in inventory/chest space.
UI Info Suite - ui overhaul(ish) that adds things like being able to see if you’ve pet an animal that day, whether the travelling merchant is in town, what your luck is for the day, or how many days a crop/keg has until it’s finished, etc. this mod is a must have for any playthrough, even if you’re going completely vanilla. possibly the most useful mod that exists for stardew.
GAME TWEAKS
things that add mechanics or change gameplay.
immersion (i don’t know what else to call it)
Babies Take After Spouse - makes your children actually look like the offspring of your chosen spouse. also adds some more outfits for toddlers, if you’re into that.
Canon Friendly Dialogue Expansion - adds a metric buttload of new dialogue for all of the friendable characters, in case you’re sick of seeing the same four sentences on loop.
Cat Gifts - bit of a misnomer, makes your pet (either cat or dog) occasionally bring you gifts of random items. it’s pretty darn cute.
Climates of Ferngill - expands the games weather system, as well as tweaking the original one, to add new things like fog, and weather that changes over the span of a day instead of being one set thing.
Eemie’s Bees - adds bees! they hang around your beehives! very cute!
Lunar Disturbances - adds a rad lunar system to the game, including an overhead moon that goes through phases. also adds stuff like eclipses and blood moons.
Mizu’s Flowers - adds so many new flowers to the game. frankly, it’s quite homophobic how few variations are in the base game.
Oasis Greenhouse - completely reworks the greenhouse to be way bigger (on the inside, it doesn’t take up more space on the actual farm) and have more rooms in which to do greenhouse things, like spots to grow trees.
Seasonal Villager Outfits - stardew residents will now change clothes on the reg, including during different events, depending on the weather, and with the seasons.
Slime Hutch Winery - retextures the slime hutch to look Not Garbage, and adds a customisable inside space that you can combine with Casks Everywhere to make a usable winery.
cheats
there is only one mod in this section but i couldn’t figure out what other section to put it in.
CJB Cheats Menu - it’s a cheats menu. for cheating. amongst normal cheaty things like infite health and stamina, gives you the ability to increase your movement speed, and harvest crops with a scythe, which i find immensely useful.
AESTHETIQUE
who needs the orignal graphics when you’ve got soft pastel versions? most of these are by elle, aka junimods. she’s good at aesthetic overhauls, sue me.
Bathroom Replaces Spouse Room - replaces the spouse room with one of three nicer looking bathrooms, in case your spouse has decided to have an unchangeable hideous colour scheme that does not go with the rest of your house, like all of them do.
Better Artisan Goods - retextures the artisan goods (milk, cheese, fruits, etc) to look prettier/more accurate.
Elle’s Cat Replacements - highly customisable cat retexture, including fur patterns, and the colour of its collar.
Elle’s Critter and Butterfly Replacements - retextures the little critters and butterflies that hang around the valley.
Elle’s Dog Replacements - same as the cat replacements but for dogs. the nomenclature is difficult to grasp, i know.
Elle’s New Barn Animals - retextures of all the barn animals, with a whole bunch of customisation options to choose from for each.
Elle’s New Coop Animals - same as the barn animals one. shocker.
Elle’s Seasonal Buildings - highly customisable retexture of all the buildings on the farm. pick from a bunch of designs and colour palettes to make your farm the best representation of you it can be. or don’t, i’m not your dad, i can’t tell you what to do.
Flippsie’s Alternative Lamp Posts - retextures lamp posts to look a little more victorian and aesthetic-y.
Garden Variety UI - customisable ui colours! let’s you customise the look of all the menus, inventory bar, etc, from a buuuunch of different colours and designs.
Industrial Kitchen and Interior - retextures the kitchen appliances and benches to a softer aesthetic.
Starblue Valley - reshades the whoooole of stardew to make it colour gooder. greens are more green, blues are more blue, and the whole game looks a lot less yellow and harsh. much softer and easier on the eyes.
Wildflower Grass Field - retextures and adds a bunch of variation to the grass that grows around the valley. instead of one grass texture everywhere, there is now over 50 possible combinations, really makes the whole place look much more realistic and varied.
Yellog’s Wood Craftables - retextures and redesigns the craftables (chests, beehives, kegs, cheese press, etc) to have a softer palette, with a rustic wooden aesthetic.
and that’s that folks! i also use these two harvey dialogue expansion packs, but that’s because he’s my favourite bachelor, so i kept them off the general list.
i hope y'all found this modlist useful, sorry it took me so long to get around to making/updating it.
thank you so much for all the followers on this newer sideblog of mine, it’s really cool to see other people enjoying a game that i love so much.
catch y'all on the flipside! ^-^
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GGS Redesign Analysis: Millia Rage
This is super long overdue, but welcome to another part of the GGStrive redesign analysis! Last time, I did Zato, which can be found here. Now it’s time to do Millia Rage!^_^
MILLIA RAGE
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“How is it possible she keeps getting prettier?!” and “She looks so gorgeous!” is what the majority of people said after seeing Millia’s reveal trailer. Since she has a few designs in the past, I’ll be talking about each one starting with her look in Guilty Gear: The Missing Link.
(Here’s a direct link to see it bigger https://i.imgur.com/dR9DBod.jpg)
Millia’s initial design has a simple, yet unique and retro type style. The height and width of her collar conveys the traits of being mysterious, distant, and reserved. The short bubble sleeves of her form-fitting, white leotard displays a hint of her feminine and elegant side. Layered over the leotard is a sleeveless, short blue overalls dress with hip-high slits. On her arms is long, fingerless gloves with double metal plates. On her feet is ankle-length boots with blue frontal metal plating. Sometimes, she would try to conceal herself with a long, beige cloak when venturing in public. The primary aspect of her design is her blonde hair, which the majority of it is her Forbidden Beast called Angra. And lastly, there’s a thick, blue headband to compliment her look.
Before the events of the 1st game, Millia was an orphan until being raised by the Assassin’s Guild and forcefully given Angra(it hasn’t be directly stated what she lost in exchange, but there’s some implications on what it might be). The style of her black gloves shows she’s combat ready while the style of her clothing tells of her valuing the aspect of able to move freely. Although the training and traits of an assassin has been instilled in her, the blue and white color scheme conveys how much she wanted to get away from that lifestyle.
I think this design was good for its time, but I’m glad it was improved in Guilty Gear X. Next is what was her iconic look.
The concept of Millia’s original design has been kept and updated rather than a complete change. Her long, black fingerless gloves and her ankle-length boots is the same. However, one of the changes is she wears a black leotard underneath instead of white. There’s also the design of her high-collared, short-sleeved dress. It has two buckle straps within her bustline and at the helms along with blue trim. I notice how white is the dominant color this time instead of blue, so l’ll be gathering the color personality traits that fit Millia.
Color Personality of White: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color-white.html
Having a personality color white means you are neat and immaculate in your appearance, in the presentation of your home and in your car, almost to the point of being fanatical. You are well-balanced, sensible, discreet and wise. With a personality color white, you are cautious, practical and careful with money. You think carefully before acting - you are definitely not prone to impulsive behavior. You tend to have a great deal of self control.
You are confident, poised and self-assured when at your most positive, but can also be very choosy and fastidious when the mood strikes. You can be very critical of yourself and others (in your need for perfection) - but you try to be fair and impartial as well. You are self-sufficient and a loner - you don't want or need help from anyone. However, you may also experience times of loneliness because of this trait. You may be wishing to create simplicity in your life - perhaps a wish to re-create your childhood, lost youth and happier times in your past life.
You can be quite sexually prudish with your need for self-control and perfection. You hide your flaws from others to give an impression of perfection. You may appear to be shy, but you do have strong beliefs about most things and love the opportunity to air those beliefs. The challenge for you is to be open-minded and flexible and to communicate your needs and desires.
Color Personality of Blue: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color-blue.html
You are conservative, reliable and trustworthy - you are quite trusting of others although you are very wary in the beginning until you are sure of the other person. At the same time, you also have a deep need to be trusted. You are not impulsive or spontaneous - you always think before you speak and act and do everything at your own pace in your own time. You take time to process and share your feelings.
You are genuine and sincere, and you take your responsibilities seriously. Having a personality color blue means you have a deep need for peace and harmony in your everyday life - you don't like having your feathers ruffled. You would benefit from daily meditation and quiet time for reflection, introspection and self-discovery. You appear to be confident and self-controlled, but may be hiding your vulnerable side. Being a personality color blue means you are generally fairly even-tempered, unless your emotions take over - then you can become either moody and over-emotional, or cool and indifferent.
You can be rigid - you like to stick to what is familiar to you and it is hard to sway you from your path - you stubbornly do things your way even if there is a better way. You need to have direction & order in your living and work spaces - untidiness and unpredictability overwhelm you. You don't like to draw attention to yourself - you prefer to be in the background.
Color Personality of Black: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/color-black.html
You are independent, strong-willed and determined and like to be in control of yourself and situations. With black as your personality color, you may be too serious for your own good - bring some colour into your life to lighten you up - life should be fun.
With a personality color black, you may be looking for protection from any negativity that surrounds you. You may wish to create an aura of mystery and intrigue, as in the sexy black negligee. You may be going through a stage of self-denial, not allowing pleasure and joy into your life. You hold things inside and are not good at sharing yourself with others, possibly out of fear. You are methodical in your work, making sure everything is completed as required, down to the last detail. You may have lost sight of your direction in life and are going through a very negative phase.
These perfectly describe Millia and like the improvements to her design. Story-wise, Millia was still on the path of severing ties with her teacher/lover Zato and the Guild. But she wasn’t able to fully live peacefully due to Zato’s body got taken over by Eddie. The biggest change is how Zato got revived by the Conclave, which stirs the mixed feelings she has for him and forces her to deal with her feelings and what to do with her life; meaning a change in her design.
This is the first redesign of Millia’s look that really accentuates her feminine nature and hint of Russian heritage. The style of her hair is different with side-swept bangs and layers extending beyond her cheeks(without Angra, her hair grew to her shoulders). There’s still hints of her previous look with the style of the long-sleeved coat dress she wears. It now has the added detail of decorative button within the orange tie saying “Curiosity killed the cat”(she likes cats and chasing them). She still has the high collar and how there’s a single buckle with a loose strap wrapped around her lower shoulders. There’s two buttons near the black cuffs of her sleeves and helms of her coat dress. Her gloves are much shorter and this time, is white with orange trim. The black leggings and the white, ballerina-inspired shoes displays her elegant side. The Russian style hat has the labels Z1-28 and 13; Z for Zato and 1-28 referring to his birthday and 13 for the years they were together. The most interesting part of of her look is the main color is golden yellow. There’s also some hint of orange, so let’s see what it means for her.
Color Personality of Yellow: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color-yellow.html
You analyze everything, all the time, and are methodical in your thinking. You have a strong independent streak in you, and are selective with your choice of friends, keeping a small group of close and like-minded friends rather than being involved in team events or large social gatherings.
You communicate well on a mental level with like-minded people, but can become bitter and sharp-tongued if crossed. With a personality color yellow, you can be stubborn but dislike pettiness and spitefulness of all kinds. You like to think you are intelligent and well educated, with knowledge about many topics. You are a smart dresser and always dress to impress.
Color Personality of Orange: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color-orange.html
You are friendly, good-natured and a generally agreeable person. You are tolerant and accepting of others just the way they are. You enjoy being physically active, particularly in the outdoors, whether it's simply going for a walk, or competing in high level sporting competitions.
I love this design for her because of how well it shows her style and personality. My only complaint is it’s way too much yellow, XD. But Millia has went through a major character development with the realization there is some good moments during her time in the Guild, such as people she formed connections with(Zato, Slayer, and Venom). That instead of running from the Guild, she decides to return and vows to be the next leader to reform it. She concludes that a simple, normal life is not what’s meant to be. It’s really basically a poor excuse for her to keep appearing in future games, lol. Thus, it’s time for to have another redesign, which I’ll begin with her face.
The structure of Millia’s face looks softer with slightly rounder cheeks and smoother chin to emphasize her femininity. I notice how she’s given a distinctive nose shape rather than giving her a standard female nose. The tip is smoother and the bridge of her nose has a elongated curve. The most pronounced feature of her face is her eyes. Not only is it similar to style of the older GG games(like X2), but her eyelashes are thicker. It conveys of her being mature, elegant, and confident. Another thing I noticed about her eyes isn’t the same shade of blue like Ky’s in the previous games. Lighting does have a huge effect on how a color appears, so I did looked at Ky’s under the same lighting and stage; Ky’s is pure blue compared to Millia’s. Next is seeing the rest of her upper body.
(Link to see it bigger https://i.imgur.com/19919qD.png)
There’s some things kept from her Xrd SIGN design like the button that says “Curiosity kills the cat” and “Z1-28″ and “13″ on her hat. The material of her Russian hat is fur like a traditional one, once again wanting to highlight her nationality. The style of her clothes is drastically different with wearing a formal black blouse with orange trim and the details on her new, form-fitting dress coat. Below the bust area, the printed words on it says “Ivy Traditional”, which is mostly like the name of the clothing brand she’s wearing. There’s buttons from the front beginning from her stomach downward and buckle straps around the sleeves and the outer center on the upper part of the coat. Accenting the look is a orange scarf attached and wrapped around her shoulders. An interesting detail around one of her sleeves is the strap with the tag “P.W.A.B.”(I circled it in the picture). Considering what happened in Revelator(1 and 2), it must be relating to what Millia’s goal is and has a high position. Surprisingly, there’s no full picture of her yet so I’ll have to show a screenshot instead.
She also seems to have kept her black leggings, but have different shoes. Now she wears high boots with orange trim at the bottom. Millia’s primary color is French beige this time, so let’s look at the color personality.(I had to go to a different site)
Color Personality for Beige: https://colorogy.com/beige-color-meaning.html
You are modest about your achievements. You can keep secrets and confidences. Your understated and low key persona can fascinate and intrigue other people. You come across as enigmatic as you say little and leave a lot unsaid. You keep your cool even in difficult situations. People are drawn to your calmness and inherent tranquility.
You have an indefinable quality that adds to your allure and this can mean you are always or frequently surrounded by admirers. You prefer to play by the rules and being ethical is one of your priorities. You are a true friend and a loyal partner in your relationships. When it comes to friendship, it is not a hectic social life and a long list of friends that you look for or want for yourself. You are happy and content with a small, trusted group of friends. Loyalty is something that comes naturally to you. You are loyal and expect the same in return.
You have the ability to grasp new ideas and concepts quickly. You amass knowledge for wisdom and for knowledge’s sake. You are interested in everything that goes on in the world and in your areas of interest. You are much in tune with all that occurs in your immediate environment. You are responsible and dependable. You are introspective and enjoy discovering meaning to your beliefs and way of thinking. When you start something new your intention is always to take it to a logical conclusion. When you become interested in something you burn with ideas and energy to get what you want.
You are protective about your loved ones. You are even protective about the welfare of perfect strangers. You may take up a cause that inspires you and quietly do your bit without mentioning it to anyone. Seeing someone else miserable or suffering in some way can cause you emotional distress and take the shine off your day.
Refined and sophisticated define your personality perfectly. This reflects in every aspect of your life, your fashion sense, your lifestyle, your behavior and your choices. Even when you encounter difficult, irate or rude people, you may not retaliate, as you believe undignified behavior is below your dignity.
You get content with the way your life is and resist major change. You enjoy being in your comfort zone and are reluctant to step out of it to face the unknown and have different kind of experiences. You think of and plan for tomorrow. You have goals and ambitions that you plan to achieve and have a concrete plan in place. The efforts you put in towards achieving all that you want in life are consistent. You don’t back down; come what may, when you really want something.
With Millia taking on a high position role and how she wishes to make a positive change in the Guild, wanting to be with her allies, etc. The color beige definitely fits her, especially since it also describes traits she has since the beginning. There’s Venom, whom they used to not get along, but have learned to put the past behind them. Zato, her mentor and the one she loved, whom she still deeply cares for, etc. It’ll be interesting to see how her story unfolds and how she takes on this role.
All of Millia’s designs have been great in their own way and love how her Strive design takes it a step further. She’s more beautiful than before(which I didn’t think was possible, lol), her professional and elegant style highlights her personality and growth as a person, and love her striking eyes. I’m really glad yellow isn’t her main color anymore because I felt it was too overpowering, especially with her hair being also yellow. Beige is a much better color and compliments very well.
Rating: S + + + (Gorgeous~!)
#guilty gear strive#guilty gear#millia rage#character analysis#this is long overdue lol#Daisuke Ishiwatari
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A Silmarillion fanfic, chapter one
Summary: Through all the struggles and triumphs of the Noldor, Angrod and Edhellos hold on to their love and their faith in each other.
Despite the title, there is more than romance in this fic.
Length: ~1,600 words; Rating: Teenage audiences
Some keywords for the whole fic: romance, family, some fluff and angst, mild sexual content, the Noldor and their fall and their triumphs, canon compliant
A/N: There will be five short chapters. I’ve completed the fic already and will update often. I use Quenya names as long as the characters would use them. Quenya names of the House of Finwë can be found here.
All warnings for this fic: Major Character Death at the end of the last chapter (with the caveat that it’s Tolkien’s elves dying so whether that counts as true death is debatable); also some blood, violence and mentions of deaths in the last four chapters. Nothing is graphic and all is canon or canon-typical.
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Chapter I // The noontide of the blessed realm
This was the Noontide of the Blessed Realm, the fullness of its glory and its bliss, long in tale of years, but in memory too brief. – The Silmarillion: Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor
Eldalótë cannot recall a time she did not know Angaráto. She was born the daughter of one of king Finwë’s advisors, he one of his grandsons. They have always been in each other’s world, though not closely before the day as young children when they become the pupils of the same tutor.
It takes some courage to say it. He is a prince and she is not a princess, and she rarely speaks to people she doesn’t know well, but after some weeks of watching him silently during lessons she tells him, ‘I think I would like you to marry me.’
He studies her face and replies, ‘You said that very quietly.’
'It doesn’t mean that I didn’t mean it loudly’, she says.
He thinks for a heartbeat and then nods decisively. 'I think I want that too.’
With that it is settled, and all there is to do is to grow up so that they can do it.
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On their last day of lessons together, when they are old enough that such things as small touches are becoming exciting in a new way, Eldalótë takes his hand in hers under the long table.
It is warm and large in hers, and Angaráto holds on tight to her without speaking a word.
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The next day he comes to her home just to bring her a flower for her hair.
'For your name’, he says. Elven-flower, she is called.
He brings her one on many days after that, too, even though she tells him, 'You have the prettier hair that should be decorated.’
Though, perhaps, his mane of gold needs no enhancement.
She often thinks of it while she learns her craft, gilding. No delicate sheet of gold leaf is more beautiful when the light shines through it than Angaráto’s hair in the light of Laurelin.
His glowing hair is a wonderful contrast to his masculine features, his strong jaw and thick, light brown brows, and his wide shoulders and arms that even as a boy were strong enough to swing his little brother around, or carry all of Eldalótë’s schoolbooks and his own. But he carries his strength lightly, without boasting like his cousin Tyelkormo, and she likes that very much.
She wonders if she chose to learn to beautify things with gold because of his golden self.
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They declare their betrothal to their families on the day Angaráto, the younger of them by a few weeks, comes of age. They wait the required year to marry, and then they settle into the life together they always knew they wanted.
It suits them very well.
'Yours is the most boring love story I have heard of’, Angaráto’s cousin Makalaurë tells them at their wedding. Eldalótë smiles, for he says it in good humour. Angaráto at her side bristles a little.
Findekáno says the same later. 'No disapproving parents, no problems getting along with anyone, no competing suitors, not even a disagreement on the wedding date!’ he lists, grinning.
'We’ll leave all drama to you’, Angaráto quips, poking at Findekáno’s ostentatiously gold-braided hair. 'You wear it better. You can write songs about it and wail them all over Tirion as is your habit.’
Eldalótë likes the way he is with his family. He can be rash, but he is gentle at heart and loves all who are close to him.
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Aikanáro has always been a good friend to her, too, and despite his young age often hid pleased smiles when he saw his older brother paying court to her.
At their wedding feast, he takes her hand and leads her to a joyful dance.
'I have been blessed with a second sister’, he says to Eldalótë in between the swift steps. He has been growing rapidly, and is almost as tall her now. 'A quieter one, but no less smart. I am glad for my brother, and for all our sakes.’
He smiles at her in his softly mischievous way, and she can do nothing but smile back, words stuck in her throat. She has no siblings of her own.
'Thank you, brother’, she manages at the end of the dance when, her arm placed carefully on his, he delivers her back to her beloved.
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On their wedding night, Angaráto treats her like the most precious thing he ever saw, with equal reverence and passion.
'As beautiful as the stars’, he whispers against her skin as he kisses a leisurely route around her body.
She runs her hands all over him, hurrying to learn all the parts of him that are usually covered in clothes. She has been wanting to touch them for years. He is the perfect combination of hard and soft, and she tells him so.
He makes his way up to kiss her lips that are kiss-softened already. 'And you are more than I dreamed.’
She twines her hands in his hair, in the purest unalloyed gold of it, and looks up at him. He has his grandmother Indis’ admired hair colour and his grandfather Olwë’s eyes, blue and dark and fair.
'When I chose you as a child’, she tells him, 'I did not imagine moments like this. A child could not. The woman I’ve grown into wants nothing so much as you in all ways.’
Angaráto swallows, and she watches the movement in his neck muscles and his jaw. 'The way you look at me in the low light of private spaces – it robs me of my words and my wits.’
'That is all right.’ She runs her hand down his arm that is corded with muscle and golden-warm under her fingers. 'We need only feel tonight.’
Angaráto nods, and sets to work making her unable to speak as well. She holds on to his broad shoulders that some of her friends have called too broad and she calls perfect – but then, any shape he grew into would have been perfect.
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Her mother-in-law teaches her to make lace as strong as any net of Falmarin fishermen and as fair as any jewel of the Noldor, with her gentle, nimble fingers guiding Eldalótë’s. It is quiet and peaceful in Eärwen’s chambers in the palace of Olwë at the harbour of Alqualondë, with a fresh sea breeze ever blowing in through the tall windows.
Angaráto and Eldalótë stay here much of the time. She misses her own family but at his side, begins to feel at home with his family and among the Falmari too.
With Eärwen’s guidance, Eldalótë makes a nightgown of gossamer-fine lace and one night, puts it on and asks her husband what he thinks of it.
Touching the soft, almost see-through fabric, he makes a complicated expression. 'I don’t know what to think since I know that my mother helped you make it –’
Eldalótë is embarrassed, but bursts into laughter. 'I did not think of that. I am horrible at enticement.’
'You don’t need clothes to entice me.’ Angaráto swoops her into his arms, nightgown and all. 'Just ask, sweet wife. Asking wastes much less time than making nightgowns.’
'Take me to bed, then, please?’ Feeling very frivolous, she bats her eyelids at him.
Laughing, they fall into bed. The windows are open, and the sea air is sweet, and the call of seagulls close by a part of existence here.
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Her husband and all of his family love to sail. 'You must have half salt water in your veins’, Eldalótë dares to joke one night at dinner.
'Very possibly.’ Findaráto smiles at her. 'But do not mention that in the presence of uncle Fëanáro or his sons. They already thinks us strange with our Noldorin, Falmarin and Vanyarin blood. They would think us stranger with salt water added into the mix!’
'That’s not quite fair to them’, Arafinwë tries to interject, rather feebly. Eldalótë knows when he defends Fëanáro, it is often more out of a sense of duty than genuine feeling.
'It’s more than fair’, Angaráto contends. 'They think that we should act and dress and talk more Noldorin than we do.’
But Eldalótë comes to like some Falmarin habits too. She loves wearing pearls in her hair, and fishing on balmy afternoons or early in the morning when the sea wind has teeth.
Findaráto teaches her to sail when Angaráto’s equilibrium fails at her ineptitude, but even with her brother-in-law’s more patient tutelage, she never comes to really like steering a ship. She is a good fisher, though. She enjoys the tranquillity of sitting on a pier or a boat, waiting for fish to bite, and the thrill of diving fast with a spear in hand.
She and Artanis never know how to be in each other’s company. Artanis is much younger than her, only a keen-eyed child when Eldalótë and Angaráto are married. As she grows, she continues to regard Eldalótë with slight confusion. Not because she doesn’t understand her sister-in-law – Eldalótë knows that there are few people Artanis can’t understand the nature of, even as a child – but because she doesn’t understand the connection between her brother and Eldalótë.
Eldalótë wants to tell her, 'You don’t need to understand it; it is enough that I am enough for him.’
But she never does, of course, and she and Artanis are both well-raised enough that they always behave civilly with one another though they have little in common and never seek out each other’s company.
Eldalótë’s father-in-law simply treats her like a daughter, as he has done since she met him for the first time when she was the height of his knee and Angaráto had already told his father he was going to marry her. Arafinwë was the only one who took the two of them, a pair of earnest children, seriously since the beginning.
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A/N: In Laws and Customs Among the Eldar, Tolkien mentions that many elven couples choose each other as children. I decided that Angaráto and Eldalótë, who is shortly mentioned in The Shibboleth of Fëanor, are one such couple.
#I lost patience and decided to post this after some quick editing#anyway#next chapters are longer and less romantic#tolkien fanfiction#silmarillion fanfiction#angrod#angrod's wife#edhellos#eldalote#eldalotë#eldalótë#gd the variants...#my fics#everbeloved#elesianne's fics
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NEVER THOUGHT IT’D BE HER
Summary: Max lives an... entertaining life. She just got out of a relationship she thought would last forever. Meeting one person leads to more people in her life, and before she knows it, she’s falling in love with someone she never expected to fall in love with.
Words: 1,567
Warnings: angst, drunkenness, some more angst, flashbacks, implied smut
Author’s Note: lots to take in for this chapter... reminder that i link the previous chapters directly below the author’s notes, so if you’re behind you can just click the link thru here :D
CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2
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CHAPTER 3
FUCK. Why? This little meet-up at the café was going great until this whole memory just popped up back inside Max’s head.
Flashbacks are never good, especially when they involve alcohol, and, oh, was heartbreak mentioned yet?
She stumbled into the bar, already two bottles of beer downed. Her thought process may not have been the best that night after what happened. Already drunk? Let’s go drink some more! Yeah! That’s a great idea! Nothing bad can come from this! It’s already been a shitty night!
Walking up to the bar, almost every pair of eyes were stuck on her. She clearly wasn’t well. Should someone go help her? It’s already late, who cares? If she got here alive she can probably get out alive.
Once she finally got to the bar (it felt like it was a marathon from the door of the bar to where all the alcohol was [also known as a five second walk]), she ordered one beer and told the bartender to keep the tab open. It was going to be a long night of self-deprecating thoughts and being heartbroken.
There it is again. That word. Heartbroken. It sucks, having to experience it. Heartbreak. You wish your whole life you never will, but when you ultimately do, you don’t know what to do. Heartbreak. It’s not like there’s a right way to handle it. Some heartbreaks are worse than others. Especially when you thought the person who broke your heart was going to be The One. You know, The One who would stay with you until you inevitably end up six feet down? The One you dreamt of rocking on a chair together on a porch on a farm in the middle of nowhere? The One who..
Snapped out of her thoughts, which was probably for the best, she spills a little of her drink on her shirt as she’s nudged by a beautiful woman who accidentally bumped into her trying to sit down at the bar top. “Oops! Sorry I bumped into you!” the woman says.
Max can’t help but stare. That woman wasn’t even probably as beautiful as she thought she was in that moment. Max is just super drunk and… and alcohol makes you think pretty people look even prettier, right? Right. Let’s go with that.
“I-I-It’s okay,” she stutters out. The woman just smiles back at her, then orders her drink from the bartender, essentially turning her back on Max. That is, until Max offers to buy her a drink. A truce, she says, because someone accidentally nudging you means you have to buy them a drink. Sure, Max. The woman politely declines, but Max insists, and slides the bartender a crisp twenty dollar bill that she didn’t even know she had. The woman thanks her. They both smile at each other, Max’s smile a little more crooked than the one in front of her.
The woman introduces herself to Max. “I’m Casey. Nice to meet you.” A moment passes. “And thank you again for the drink. You really didn’t have to. If anything, I should be the one to buy you a drink,” and she laughs, awkwardly. Max thinks it’s the most beautiful sound that she’s ever heard come out of anyone’s mouth. And Max has heard a lot of sounds come from a lot of mouths. Inappropriate sounds, but still.
The two get to talking, and after approximately thirteen minutes (Max counts the minutes she’s allowed to talk to the goddess sitting right in front of her), Casey asks Max a question. “What’s the deal?” Max just looks at her, drunk and confused. Casey laughs at her expression. “Why are you here? Alone? Sitting at a bar with a look on your face that makes it look like you’re sad?” She pauses. “Are you sad? Do I need to buy you a drink, Max?” she teases.
Max takes a deep breath, but not before she says yes to another drink. “Make sure you’re comfy in your seat. Tonight… it’s a long story.” For the very short time she’s known her, Max sees Casey put a serious face on. Casey listens to every word her newly acquired drunken friend says within the next hour.
Eight hours later, Max lays naked in her bed, arms wrapped around Casey’s also naked body.
“How we met? Oh, wow. I think we just bumped into each other and one thing led to another. And now here we are,” Max tells Alex.
“Really? That’s it? That’s the whole story with you two?” Max just nods. “Bullshit. I don’t believe that it was just happenstance.” Alex continues to push, but Max doesn’t budge, so, eventually, she lays off.
It’s been more than two hours that they’ve first sat down at the café. Alex checks her phone and realizes as much. Max just laughs, saying that time flies when you’re having fun. Alex glares at her playfully. Max gets up to pay for everything they wound up eating and drinking for the time that they were there. Alex tugs on her arm, pleading with Max to let her pay.
“No way. Today was my idea in the first place. I basically dragged you out here, so the least I could do is pay for everything.” Alex just pouts at her, still holding onto Max’s arm. “I’m paying, Alex. No exceptions.” Max’s other arm, that isn’t being held onto for dear life, goes to grab Alex’s hand. She looks at Alex with an eyebrow raised, and finally, Alex lets up. “Make sure you have everything you brought before we leave,” she says, before she starts to walk away.
Alex mocks salute. “Yes, ma’am.” Max looks back at her, seemingly warning her to behave. Alex just giggles and grabs her phone and bag, then follows Max to the cashier.
The two walk out of the restaurant after Max finished paying, but Alex feels bad that she has to ask a certain question. “Hey, Max?” Max looks down towards her, being the taller one of the two. “This is gonna sound weird, but would you mind driving me back to my place? I had to drop my car off for the yearly check-up this morning, and so I just took a cab here. But if you can’t, don’t worry about it because I can just get a cab and go ho-.” Max holds her hand up to stop Alex.
“I will drive you home. It’s absolutely fine, Alex. I don’t have anything to do today either way, so take up as much of my time as you want.” This time, it’s Max’s turn to wink. Alex breathes a sigh of relief that she didn’t know she was holding.
They walk towards her car, and Max goes to open the passenger door for Alex. Alex blushes lightly but gets into the car quickly enough that Max isn’t able to see. As far as she knows. Max speed walks to the opposite side of the car and gets in. She goes to pull out of the parking spot but realizes she doesn’t know where she’s going to be driving. She looks at Alex, dumbfounded. Alex snickers, and tells her to make a right when she gets out of the parking lot.
Once they get onto the main road, Max, after some arguing, allows Alex to play her music while she drives. She watches out of the corner of her eye as her passenger sings as loud as she can without a care in the world. Soon enough, a duet comes on that they both know, and they sing like there is no tomorrow.
A half hour passes, and they arrive at Alex’s apartment. She convinces her driver to come upstairs for one last drink and then, and only then, will she “release” her for the day. Max follows Alex up a few floors to her place and, after some digging for keys, they both enter. Alex gets Max a drink, then goes to look for her seemingly missing husband.
As her friend is walking aimlessly around her own apartment, Max sees a phone light up on the countertop. Well it’s not my phone. Is it? It wasn’t. I just saw Alex check hers when she went into the bathroom, so it’s not hers. After contemplating whether she should do it or not, Max walks over to the phone and sees a text message from… a no name? It’s just a heart emoji.
Once Alex emerges from the bathroom, Devin strolls out of the bedroom, walking in the direction of Max holding the unclaimed phone. “You found it! I searched the whole fucking house for it!” when he realizes it’s his phone. Max gives it to him, then Devin goes towards his wife and says his hellos. Alex introduces Max to Devin and vice versa.
As Devin updates his wife about whatever it is he’s talking about, Max gets to thinking about that text message. She couldn’t see what it said since the phone wasn’t unlocked, but she knows Alex didn’t text him. Sure, she was on her phone, but it was only to see if he had texted her. Not the other way around. She wouldn’t have texted her husband when they’re in the same building. She would’ve just screamed for him like any couple would do to each other.
So, if it wasn’t Alex, who just texted Devin?
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Do you send message to your friends and other family members on their birthday to wish them? Well the answer to this question is yes! Everybody does this. On the very special day of your loving and dear friend, you always send them birthday wishes. This is the easiest yet sweetest thing we can do for our friends or relatives on their birthday. And if you are one of those, who search for the best birthday message before opening a chat box, this post is only for you, as we bring for you Happy birthday messages in this post, perhaps the best and certainly lovely happy birthday message for friends, brother, sister and other relatives, which will surely bound you to copy and send to your dear once.
Birthday messages
We have compiled messages according to your relations with people, So that you can find your desired birthday wishes easily without scrolling down and giving more time in finding the relevant one. Weather it is your friends birthday, brothers birthday or sisters birthday, Find beautiful lines for everyone to wish them on their day, ‘Happy Birthday to you’. Above all we have shared all categories in table, so you can find person specific wishes easily.
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Birthday message for FriendHappy Birthday message for brotherBirthday message for sisterBirthday message for GirlfriendHappy Birthday message for Boyfriend
Birthday message for friend
A friend is one of the best and integral part of our life, and we are always excited on our friends birthday, and solicit party throughout the day, But at first, we never forget to wish them on their special day, because we are only entitled for a party, if we had wish them after 12 at night. So here comes best birthday message for friend, you can send to make a place in their heart and make them feel so special.
1. Happy birthday to a friend, who is always there to support and help others, May you get what you deserve on your day.
2. On your special day, I wish you Joy, luck and progress which you truly deserve. Happy birthday dear.
3. I hope, your birthday is just the beginning of a year, full of happiness. Happiest Birthday.
4. I wish you great success and happiness for the very special day of yours, Happy Birthday.
5. Congratulations for becoming 12 months more experienced and wiser.
6. Thank you for always being there for me. I am so lucky to have you as my best friend. Happy Birthday my lovely friend.
7. I hope your birthday be as sweet as the cake. And the coming year is filled with as much joy as you bring your friends! Happy birthday.
8. I wish you Good food, good drinks, great friends, and lots of birthday presents on your special day. May you have the perfect birthday.
Birthday message for brother
Brother is the most close person in our life, who knows everything about you. There is always a very special bond and connection between two brothers. Wishing you brother on his birthday is always so exciting. But rather than wish them with simple text, let us write something unique this birthday. Find below best birthday messages for brother.
1. You always bring happiness to the people around you. Today, enjoy your special day. Happy birthday brother.
2. To the most wonderful brother in the world, Thank you for being so supportive and helpful. I wish you lots of happiness on your day. Happy birthday.
3. To my Amazing brother, wishing you Growth, peace and happiness in your life. Happy birthday.
4. Happy Birthday to you my brother! Your presence makes my life more colorful and joyful! Wishing you all the precious things on your birthday that life can bring!
5. May god bless every day of your life with A ray of Sun, A touch of Hope, A glint of Joy and A drop of Love. Happy Birthday dear Brother.
6. Happy Birthday, to my sweet brother. May God bless you with all his warmth and care. May this day brings loads of excitement and euphoria to your world.
7. The best way to enjoy your life is to forget your age, and enjoy your memories. Happy birthday.
Things to remember while sending birthday message / what makes the best birthday wish
How to write a perfect message on somebody’s birthday. What should we include in our message. These are few points that need to be taken into account before sending any wishes. That is why one should not just copy a text from somewhere or forward that to your loved one’s, after all it’s their very special day that comes once in a year. Find below what should a good message contains-
A message should includes birthday person”s name with a greeting like Hi, Hello etc. This will make your text to stand apart and fill your relatives with special feelings. You know, people love to read their names in messages they receive.
Good blessings: Your wish should includes blessings for your friends, This may be related to his career, future growth, health or family. A person always expect blessings to be poured in by their well wishes specially on his birthday.
Some emotions or Love – You can add few extra lines accordingly as how much you know the person, this should be filled with little emotions or love.
Birthday messages for sister
A relation of brother to his sister is always very special and can not be described. No matter how much they fight, but the love they share with each other is unconditional. Find the cutest birthday message for your sister on her lovely day.
1. Blow the candles and eat lots of Cake, It is your birthday.
2. Dear Loving Sister, May you shine with the divine light, May you have peace with no fear and worries. God bless you and keep you safe always. Happy Birthday to the loving and caring sister.
3. Wishing you so much happiness and Joy on your day, May you get what you deserve, Because you may wish less, but you deserve the best. Happiest birthday to my sister.
Birthday message for Girlfriend
Girlfriend’s birthday is the most exciting day, as both make the day memorable together. Your girlfriend always expect a perfect surprise from her boyfriend on her special day. You always want to plan something unique and innovative for her birthday and try to bring smile to her face. But do not remember to wish her at sharp 12 o’clock at night, when the day changes and her birthday date turn up. You may want to call her up and wish her, but sending a beautiful and adorable birthday message to girlfriend can add more love to your relationship. Find some messages below to make her feel so special.
1. You make each day special, just by being yourself. May your day be as special as you are. Happy Birthday sweetheart.
2. To the most beautiful woman on the earth, May god bless you with full warmth and care. Today, tomorrow and forever. Happy birthday.
3. May your coming days be as special as your birthday. And i can do anything to make them happen. Happy birthday my dear love.
4. Every passing year, You are growing wiser and prettier. Stay blessed always. Happy birthday.
5. May you feel loved, desired, and pampered today on your birthday! Happy Birthday Honey.
6. Happy Birthday to the most adorable girl, who made my life lovable and so special. May you stay happy forever and you get whatever you desire in your life.
Birthday messages for Boyfriend
On Birthday, every man wants her girlfriend to wish him first. As the birth date comes, he always expect that her girlfriend to send a message filled with lots of love and feelings and pour all blessings on him. You may not be able to form a solid message for your boyfriend. Here we are helping you find the best birthday wish for boyfriend.
1. Everyday with you is a special day, But today let me make it more special with all my love and hugs on your birthday. Happy birthday sweetheart.
2. Happy birthday to the one, who owns my heart. I wish you success on your birthday. May you be better with every passing year.
3. You are the one, everybody would want to have in her life. Happy birthday my Life!
4. May your day be as interesting and charming as you are. Happy birthday to you.
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Best ways to wish Happy Birthday
You know there are so many different methods you can wish your friends on their birthday as following-
Send them a whatsapp message at night at sharp 12am. This will create a very special and close buddy feeling for you in your friend.
Update your whatsapp status dedicating birthday person with lovely wishes in it, this may include his//her picture and a wish.
Send them a voice message on whatsapp with a shout out – Happy birthday with his name.
Dedicate a birthday song to him. Download and send it to him on his whatsapp number or share on social media tagging him.
Create a poster for him or download from any website (if you are not a good designer or do not have time) and send to him, This will surely make him feel great about your efforts.
Call your friends/relatives directly at night or early morning to wish him birthday, always be ready with some good birthday wishes to pour onto him as soon as he picks the call.
Reach out to him personally at their home and give him surprise with a birthday cake or gifts.
We always want to give you best experience with good messages, that is why our priority is to provide you with very touching and heart felt wishes. Find below so many messages on birthday, which can be sent to friends, family members and other relatives on their happy day. because needless to say this make birthday person day even more special.
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hi love! kind of weird question but I wondered how you got started coding? I've been really interested in starting to make my own themes but I don't know where to start. thanks for whatever answer you can come up with, your themes a beautiful.
not a weird question at all and i’m kinda flattered that you came to me to ask me about this omg. but honestly, i started coding, because although some themes are beautiful as is, i like to change them up to my liking. my degree made me take 9 units of graphic design, so i’m all about making things look good.
whenever there’s a theme i use, i try to change it up – changing fonts, making the containers and pictures bigger, adjusting the placement of stuff like links and pictures. that’s how i started familiarizing myself with the basics. for me, the basics would be knowing what to add to a code to make it appear how you want it to be. for example, if i want something to move to the left, i’ll change the margin-left property. or if i want an image to have rounded corners, i’ll add a border-radius property. this and this cover some of that. when you’re familiarizing yourself with the basics, i would suggest you use a theme – any theme – and try to change things up as practice! if you want to get to know the tumblr basics, this guide by tumblr is very useful! it really teaches you how you can change certain html elements that are only exclusive to how tumblr functions (what to do if you want photos posts to be bigger) and their basic variables (description, tumblr urls, icons).
the next step after that, for me, was a lot of research. i like to read up on tutorials and guides on tumblr blogs, and w3schools. my favorite tumblr blogs for coding are shythemes and theme-hunter. they have reblogged a lot of coding tutorials which can be very useful! they have tutorials for update tabs, scrollbars, pop up tabs, and more. researching can also help when it comes to planning/designing the themes you want to make, because it teaches you to code with what you already have/know instead of starting a theme then abandoning it because you don’t really know how to move forward or do what you wanted.
before designing a theme, you should start planning first. planning involves looking through pinterest for inspiration for do-able themes, and then establishing what it should look like. for example, my theme cruel summer is actually based on this pin. so my mental process about that is okay – it’s going to be a contained theme with a sidebar, and a center image at the front. since it’s a contained theme, you’d need a base code for that, and there’s a lot over at theme-hunter.
now when it comes to actually designing a theme. my first thought is – what do i need? i would have to need attributes for the sidebar, the center image, the links, the subtitles at the side. and then how big should each thing be? personally, i like coding because i like computing how big containers should be to accommodate the sidebar and the posts. for example, if i want 300px posts with 15px padding then my container should AT LEAST be 330px wide [300 + 15(2)], and that’s just for the posts. if i have a sidebar that’s 180px wide, then that’s more or less a 510px container. for customizing the look of text, posts, and images – this is where your knowledge about the basics come in. if you need to visualize the theme more clearly, it helps if you do a sample first on photoshop before coding it. other things to make your code a little prettier would be font icons, and nice fonts!
the last step for me is testing. this is usually the fun + the worst part, because you really get to see all the coding mistakes you’ve made. for testing, i like to make posts (ask posts, text posts, photosets) on the blog i use for coding to see what they look like. you also need to check out the permalink pages (these are the individual post pages). sometimes i like to show the themes to my friends as well just in case they can see some things that need to be changed.
that’s all that i can cover for now (but i’m sure i’ll come up with more eventually!). i hope this was able to help! if you have any more questions, you can IM me!
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Ephemera Chapter Six
Ephemera: In art, transitory written and printed matter (receipts, notes, tickets, clippings, etc.) not originally intended to be kept or preserved.
Alternatively, things that exist or are used for only a short time.
Description: Nobody knows who Vante really is. Everything about the popular artist is shrouded in secrecy: from his face to his name to everything in between. After years of working for his art gallery, Y/N feels she may just be the closest thing he has to a friend. Between her success at work and her relationship with campus hot-shot Jeon Jungkook, Y/N’s life has never been better. But is Jungkook truly who he says he is? And who will Y/N protect now that she knows Vante’s livelihood may be on the line?
Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Angst
Pairing: Jungkook x (f) Reader x Taehyung
Word Count: 7.8k
Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Gang!Au, Art History Student!Reader, Film Student!Jungkook, Art Student!Taehyung
Warnings: Swearing and mentions of alcohol, although infrequently
A/N: Woohoo new chapter!! We’re inching closer to the truth. I hope you guys are enjoying the story! As always, thank you so much for your support and all the kind, encouraging words you send my way. Ah! And of course, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask with feedback, critique, commentary, theories, questions, anything! I love talking to you guys and will respond to all asks I receive within a day of receiving them. I hope you guys are doing well! And I will add links later! For now, please just check my masterlist for previous chapters~
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I shook my head and tromped forward, head spinning either from rage or alcohol. It was hard to tell the difference. My heels clacked against the concrete floor and I approached the metal spiral staircase with my hands balled into fists, brow set low. Before I could take even the first step, Taehyung had a firm hold of my forearm and turned me around to face him. But I didn’t let him say a word, simply shook my arm free and struggled toward the staircase again.
He was more stubborn than he appeared, and this time instead of reaching for my arm he simply grabbed my waist and held me back from behind. I might have blushed, might have been stunned into stillness, had it not been for Jeon Jungkook. But knowing he was up there, living it up with some girl who not only wasn’t me, but was objectively prettier than me, made my insides flame.
Livid didn’t even begin to describe it.
“Stop it!” begged Taehyung in my ear.
I thrashed against him and shook my head. “No!” I shouted, rousing the attention of a few men lingering at a tall table beside the stairs. “I’m going up and I’m telling him to kiss my ass!” I said, loudly enough for the words to echo above the music. “Or maybe I’ll kick his ass instead!”
“Please,” whined Taehyung, holding me tightly against his front.
I grunted and grabbed his forearms, trying to pry them off of me. “No!”
“What’s going on over here?” asked a deep voice from in front of me, right in front of the stairs.
I swallowed hard and stopped moving, lifting only my eyes to meet whoever had spoken. My heart raced, fearing the worst. What if it was Seokjin, down to check on the commotion? Or worse, what if it was Jungkook?
My powerful entrance! Ruined!
But relief flooded through me as I glimpsed a wholly unfamiliar and a wholly unremarkable face. One of the men from the nearby table. Hooded, dark eyes, a slightly crooked nose, lips set in a thin line. The man was maybe in his late-twenties, his face screwed up in a cringe as if he’d just eaten something sour. The perfect seams of his impeccable suit jacket folded slightly as he crossed his arms.
His scrutinizing eyes flashed from me to Taehyung. “What are you trying to do to this woman?” he asked.
I stiffened and craned my neck to look at Taehyung too. “Huh?” I asked.
His cheeks were flushed as he quickly released my waist, drying his hands on his thighs. “Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. “I apologize for interrupting your evening.”
The man wasn’t quite satisfied however. He furrowed his brow and crossed his arms. “Shouldn’t be so grabby with a girl you don’t know.”
“But we do-,” began Taehyung.
The man cocked a brow. “Let me ask her,” he said, eyeing me.
“Ask me what?” I asked, glancing over the man’s shoulder to scan the staircase leading to destiny.
“Do you know this man?” he asked.
“Huh? Yeah,” I said, distracted.
He sighed. “Did you put something in her drink?” he asked, terse.
Taehyung stammered a response. “Wh-I-No! I’d never do something like that. Plus, we didn’t even get around to drinking yet.”
“I’m gonna call her a cab-,” he began, but at that something in my brain snapped and I turned to him with wide eyes.
“No!” I shouted, pointing at him. “And for the record, he hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s just trying to keep me from doing something stupid which, if you’ll excuse me, I’d going to do now,” I said, gesturing to the spiral staircase.
“Y/N, don’t!” called Taehyung as I tried to sidestep the man.
This time, it was the stranger who seized me. “You don’t wanna go up there, young lady,” he said, tone stern.
Was he a bodyguard or something? I pouted at him. “I’ve got something I need to do up there.”
“Not this drunk,” he said, taking a look at Taehyung as if he still didn’t believe him.
I shook him off. “I’m telling you, leave him alone! He didn’t do anything. He’s my friend,” I said, sighing. “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I’m not in trouble.”
“How are you supposed to know if you’re in trouble or not?” he asked, raising his brows at me.
I scoffed. “First I’m some vixen whose shoulders are too distracting for the workplace, and next I’m a kid who can’t even take care of myself?” I asked nobody in particular. The music was loud, bumping into my skull. If I didn’t have a lying scumbag to kill, I’d have left that stupid club right then. “Listen to me, okay? Listen. This man is not trying to take advantage of me.”
But the man was too busy locking gazes with Taehyung. What kind of savior complex was this? Just how desperate was this man to make me a damsel in distress? “Why are you looking at her like that?” he asked.
I gaped. “Did you even hear me?” I asked, waving my hand in front of his face.
He shooed it away and took a step towards Taehyung who was by then entirely bewildered. “I’m making sure this girl gets home,” he said with a serious nod.
I groaned and turned back toward the stairs. I chewed on my lower lip, glancing around at the scene before me. To the right were several other businessmen, looking on with smirks as they sipped their drinks. To the left, the dance floor. The stranger had released my arm and let me go, as his attention was now steadfastly adhered to Taehyung. And poor Taehyung…
Well, he couldn’t so much as look my way without incurring this man’s rage.
Quickly, I took one step toward the staircase, reaching my fingers out toward the cool metal railing. Another step. Then another, each one testing the boundaries. The stranger and Taehyung had begun bickering once more, making it easier to creep into the shadows. Before either of them could stop me, I took the first step with a distinctive metallic clang.
As if the club were on fire and I was holding the match, everyone in the vicinity turned to look at me. I paused for only the briefest of seconds to lock eyes with the stranger before rushing up the next few steps.
“Stop!!” he shouted after me, but it wasn’t until I was halfway up the spiral stairs that I paused to ask myself what the hell I was doing.
Sixth step: Wait…what am I gonna do when I get up there?
Seventh step, more slowly: Am I just gonna reveal that I know everything? And then what?
Eighth step, even slower: Isn’t it too soon to show my hand?
Ninth step, pausing with my hand on the railing, eyes traveling to the middle distance: Come to think of it, I’m kind of at an advantage here, right? I know his secrets, but he doesn’t know I know.
Tenth step, reluctantly: If he finds out…won’t he run?
I came to a stop on the tenth step, crossing my arms and furrowing my brow. Just a few more steps and I’d be right across from the bastard. I’d have my chance to throw some hands, maybe even land a punch or two. He was stronger, but I had the element of surprise. My revenge could be quick and painful. A swift kick to the groin in my pumps and I could leave this place, leaving Jungkook behind with it. I could wipe my hands of everything…
But what about Vante? Didn’t I owe it to him to investigate more?
No. Taehyung knew now. And I knew there wasn’t much more I could find on my own anyway. Not with how attached I still was to the kid.
Then…why did the idea of cutting ties with Jungkook make me stop in my tracks?
“Stop running!” called the stranger from a few steps below me, reaching out to clumsily grab my wrist.
“Don’t hurt her!” called Taehyung from the third step.
His hand couldn’t quite reach, and he ended up yanking the hem of my slip. I yelped, surprised, and leaned down to swat his hand away, but as I did the tender part of my ankle slammed up against the back of my pumps. With an audible hiss, I bent down to fix it. The man grabbed for me again, this time finding purchase on my shoulder and yanking hard enough to knock me off my feet.
Screaming, I tumbled down the stairs, cushioned at first my the stranger and then by the stranger and Taehyung. The three of us landed in a heap at the base of the staircase with a clatter. All of us sustained some level of injury, not the least of which belonged to Taehyung as he groaned at the bottom of the pile. I might’ve laughed at the scene if my knee wasn’t bent all funky and the skin of my palm hadn’t peeled up from the impact.
“What the hell?!” shouted the stranger. By then, the sounds of commotion had amassed a crowd, and most of the dance floor had cleared to surround us. He stood up and dusted himself off, offering me a hand which I smacked with a scowl. “What the hell’s your problem?”
I coughed a little and turned to Taehyung as he lay on the dirty cement floor. I placed my hands on his shoulders and guided him upright. Seemed like he got the wind knocked out of him based on the dazed look in his eye and the heaving of his chest. I frowned and touched the frame of his glasses. They were bent irreparably, probably skirting much of the impact as he fell on his side.
“Are you okay?” I asked carefully, scanning him from top to bottom.
He groaned a little and rubbed his head. “Uh…yeah. I’m fine,” he said slowly, glancing around. With shifting eyes, he leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, “This is a scene. We should go before Jungkook comes down.”
I stiffened and looked around at the large crowd. With a forced smile I nodded at them. “We’re fine! Just took a tumble. Ha,” I said, waving and bowing my head. But it did little to sate their curiosity.
So, without thinking, I jumped to my feet, yanking Taehyung along with me as he coughed. Struggling, I managed to part the crowd, holding tightly to Taehyung’s warm hand. The two of us pushed past wondering onlookers until we’d managed to escape the thick of it and enter the fray. But before I could take a breath, I heard someone shouting from inside the crowd.
“Hey! Come back here! My jacket is ripped!” screamed a distinctive, low voice that I recognized from before.
That man. I stiffened and locked eyes with Taehyung who by then had lost all the color in his face. “Shit,” he said under his breath, barely audible over the music.
“Someone needs to pay for this immediately!” he shouted, the voice getting closer. I watched the crowd jostle slightly in a straight line, like someone was struggling to escape.
“Let’s go!” called Taehyung, holding my hand tighter and sprinting for the front doors.
I hoisted my bag up my shoulder and sprinted beside Taehyung despite the way both my knee and my twisted ankle screamed in protest. Taehyung led the charge, shoving through throngs of people who gathered in smaller groups to talk or dance. I spared one glance over my shoulder, intending to check if that strange man was following us, but instead I locked eyes with someone else.
Jungkook.
For a surreal millisecond, we exchanged a glance, charged with energy but fleeting. I was sure he wouldn’t recognize me anyway, but the way he stood by the edge of the mezzanine, holding on to the banister with an earnest grin as he watched the chaos unfold, told me he wouldn’t forget the girl in the white silk slip.
Hopefully he’d never find out that girl was me.
Quickly, I turned back around to face the entrance and pushed on beside Taehyung, desperate to keep from slowing him down. “Why can’t we just pay him?” I asked through pants as we burst through the front doors and into the dark night.
“Don’t have that kind of cash on me,” he said, sparing no time for superfluous words. “Can’t use my checkbook.”
“Why?” I asked as we passed the guards.
“Wait!” called one, but neither Taehyung nor I stopped. We simply kept running and running.
The night air was freezing against my sensitive skin. We passed the crate where I kept my skirt and jacket and, despite letting my gaze linger and hoping Taehyung might make a quick stop for them, we continued down the street. Without Jungkook’s guidance, we slipped in and out of surveillance camera fields. Only when the clamor of the club was too far away to remember did the two of us slow to a jog and then a walk and then a breathless pause.
I released his hand to brace it against my knee, bent at the waist to catch my breath and eyes squeezed shut with fatigue. “Where-,” I began, stopping to breathe, “are we going?”
Taehyung shook his head and removed his glasses. “I don’t know,” he said slowly, squinting around the dark street.
Suddenly, the reality of where we wee dawned on me. In the middle of a seedy clubbing district, trapped inside a maze of weaving alleyways and dangerous side streets. I straightened up and looked at Taehyung with upturned brows.
“W-We can go to my place. I live…in Hongdae…,” I said, thinking geographically. I was sobering up, but was nowhere near sober. My brain worked extra hard to try and conjure an image of where my apartment was situated in the university neighborhood. “Not close…”
Taehyung shook his head. “My place,” he said, pulling his phone from the depths of his jacket pocket and giving it a narrow-eyed scan.
“Oh, no! It’s fine, really. Please don’t worry. I can get home on my own just fine and-,”
“I’ll call someone to give us a ride,” he said abruptly, placing the phone against his ear.
“A driver?” I asked, halfway joking.
He eyed me. “Yeah?”
At his blasé tone, I stiffened and cleared my throat, nodding. “Right, yeah. Of course.”
Distantly, I heard Taehyung’s voice speaking in low tones, probably on the phone. I watched my bare legs as they buckled from the cold, my teeth chattering audibly in my ears. Quietly, I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my upper arms in the hopes of conserving some of my body heat. But it was no use. The air was like sandpaper against my skin and I was more goosebumps than girl as I hovered near the edge of the sidewalk, watching an old sedan clunk by with a broken fender dragging on the asphalt.
I sniffled a little and rubbed my red nose with the back of my hand. As I returned to my previous position of hugging myself, I felt something warm and heavy slip over my shoulders. Jumping, I turned to see Taehyung examining his glasses, now jacket-less. Carefully, I touched the heavy coat draped over me with a soft smile. It smelled like he did. Somehow, that was comforting. Was I still too drunk?
“I’m sorry, Taehyung,” I said, voice a whisper in the night.
His eyes went wide and he turned to look at me, barely illuminated by the streetlight. “What for?”
I shook my head and smiled. “For this whole night,” I said with a laugh. “For dragging you out drinking with me, for being so much trouble.”
Taehyung was quiet for a long moment, as if chewing on my words. When he did speak, I felt myself ease into his jacket a little more. “You weren’t trouble,” he said, then laughed a little. “You were…advocating for yourself. It was kind of refreshing to see you be so bold.”
I flushed and pulled the jacket closer around my shoulders. “Bold or reckless?” I asked with a sigh. The alcohol had started to leave with the adrenaline, and now I was left with only lightheadedness and shame. “I got you hurt.”
“I’m fine,” he said with a smile.
I shook my head. “I shouldn’t have had so much to drink. I know how I get when I drink.”
Taehyung sighed and gave my shoulder a pat. “You’ve had a hard few days.”
“It’s not an excuse to be an asshole,” I said with a nod. Gently, I shook his hand off. “I’ll make it up to you, Taehyung. I promise you that.”
“It’s really not-,”
“Don’t say it’s not a big deal,” I said, turning to look him square in the eye.
He closed his mouth with a sigh and nodded, rubbing his forehead. “Then…let’s say you owe me a favor now, okay?”
I stiffened. “Just one favor? That’s not enough.”
He smiled and shook his head. “You don’t know what favor I’ll ask for yet.”
I blinked at him, puzzled at the mischievous look in his eye. But before I could question it, he took a step closer to me and leaned against my side. The heat from his tall frame helped warm me slightly, but the shock of it caused me to jump. Perhaps I was still on edge from the altercation or perhaps it was something else, but Taehyung noticed and gave a little cough, cheeks tinged pink.
“I’m a little cold. That’s all,” he said, avoiding my eyes as he placed his broken glasses back on his nose.
I stiffened and immediately moved to slip out of his long jacket. He startled and grabbed my hands very gently, seizing my motion. But even the soft touch of his fingers against my bleeding palm made me hiss in pain, eyes squeezing shut.
“Don’t-,” he began, stopping short when he noticed my expression. He released my hands and stared at me, wide-eyed in the harsh streetlight. “Wait, are you hurt?”
I held my hand close to my chest, noticing the splotches of blood that sat scattered across my slip, and shook my head, locking my jaw. “Nope,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m fine!” I turned to him with a smile.
He sighed and crossed his arms, staring down at me with what could only be disappointment. “Y/N,” he said. And for the briefest of moments he reminded me of my dad.
I glanced down at the cracked pavement, the place where the tip of my shoe touched the cement. “It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse spills,” I said, nodding.
Before Taehyung could scold me more, I heard the soft hum of a car coming to a rolling stop before us and glanced up to see a sleek black sedan idling beside the curb. Taehyung approached it and opened the back seat door, ushering me inside with a wave of his hand. Without saying a word, I hopped inside and buckled up, scanning the cab of the car. It was nice. Nicer than I would have figured for an artist’s assistant. But for all I knew, Taehyung was paid lavishly for not only his silence, but his expertise. He’d helped me with my painting before after all.
I sighed and tried not to think about it. The high of adrenaline was wearing off, and the alcoholic buzz was all but gone. All I knew was the car was warm and the driver didn’t say a word and Taehyung was beside me and I could trust him.
Right?
We stopped in the multi-level parking garage around the back of a very swanky apartment complex. The place was, from the outside, as luxurious as you could get in the heart of the city. With a view of the Han River and doormen at every entrance and exit, the gold-gilded building was one I passed nearly daily on my commute to work. It’s one of those places you look at while resting your head against the bus window and wonder what life was like there. To be able to afford someplace like that…
I didn’t try to reason out just how Taehyung could.
The driver saw us off with a nod before rolling up his tinted window and driving back the way he came, leaving Taehyung and me standing alone in the middle of a grey parking garage. Taehyung cleared his throat and gestured with a swoop of his arm toward the elevator behind him. Wordlessly I followed and watched in silent awe as he produced a slim card, sliding it into the slot by the call button. Seemed the place was awfully secure. I could understand why Taehyung suggested we come to such a place. I might’ve inquired about living here if it weren’t for my mortification. The alcohol had fled my system, leaving behind only the grim reality of all that I’d done while under its influence.
Quietly, we boarded the large elevator, standing side-by-side.
“I’ve lived here since I moved to Seoul,” said Taehyung, although I hadn’t asked.
I peered up at him and smiled. “When did you move?” I asked.
He pursed his lips and thought. “When I was…just shy of eighteen I think?” he said, nodding.
I gaped. “What?”
He chuckled and poked my cheek. “Don’t make that face. I was a determined kid.”
I shook my head. “No, but…your family? They were okay with that?” I asked.
He shrugged and smiled at his hands. “They’re really supportive. They knew I had things I wanted to do that I couldn’t do in Daegu.”
I hummed. “Man…my dad scolded my ear off when I told him I wanted to move to Seoul for college,” I said with a laugh, reminiscing. “I can’t tell you how many conversations we had about never walking alone at night, never getting into a cab with a stranger, never going to clubs.”
“Clearly you took them to heart,” said Taehyung.
I turned to him with wide, worried eyes but when I noticed the smile on his face I realized he was only teasing and I relaxed. “He’d be so disappointed if he knew what I did tonight,” I said, then laughed grimly. “Hell, if he knew what I’ve been doing these past few weeks.”
Taehyung nodded. “When I left home, my parents were pretty worried. But…I think because they trusted me so much I wanted to make sure I lived the kind of life they’d be proud of.”
I smiled, but in the reflection cast off the chrome elevator door I saw that it didn’t touch my eyes. “I’m sure they’re proud of you, Taehyung,” I said with a nod.
“I know they are,” he said, then glanced at me. “Wanna know how I know?”
I met his eyes and nodded. “Yeah.”
He smiled softly and gently rubbed his thumb against my cheek, removing some dirt from my skin. “They told me before I left that as long as I was living the way I wanted, they’d know I was successful,” he said, watching the elevator doors part. “I know they’re proud of me because I’m proud of me.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and watched my shoes for a moment, trying not to let him see me cracking, before composing myself and following Taehyung into the hallway. He led me down the corridor and paused in front of a massive door. Quietly, he punched in a few numbers and slid his card and the door yielded to him.
“You can rest anywhere. I’m gonna get my first aid kit and some clothes for you before calling you a cab,” he said, tossing his keys on the kitchen countertop as he flicked on the lights.
“Wow…,” I breathed as I looked around me.
The place was gorgeous. Sleek white floors, marble countertops, gold accents everywhere. Massive windows adorned the back wall, overlooking the city and the river below, pinpricks of light blinking against the inky blackness. The place sprawled in every direction, and on every wall was beautiful art. I had to look twice at a vintage Jean-Michel print near the curved television screen in the open living room. I gaped. Those prints sold for thousands of dollars these days…
“Benefits of the job,” said Taehyung from behind me, laughing as I gasped in surprise. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
I turned around to look at him and hated myself for the suspicion gripping my heart. Just what sort of business was he involved in to be so affluent? And if he made this much money… “Why are you taking classes?” I asked.
His eyes widened, now unobscured by his glasses, and he blinked a few times with his mouth agape before answering. “Ah, well…when I first moved I had no intention of going to school. That’s why I’m still an undergraduate at twenty-three.”
I nodded as he led the way to his plush white couch. “So you started school late?” I asked.
He smiled and nodded, opening his kit and grabbing a few bandaids and some antibacterial salve. “Mhm. By the time my career started taking off, I was already on my way to twenty. For a little while, I considered never getting my education. But I realized after a while that it might be worth it to get some new perspectives,” he said with a nod.
I hummed in response as he turned my hand over on his knee, examining my palm. “It’s rewarding for you, then?”
He smiled as he began cleaning out the wound. “Mhm,” he said. “To be honest…well, you kind of inspired me to go get my degree.”
I stiffened. “Huh?”
He turned wide eyes to me, as if he was surprised himself by what he’d said. “No! It’s not weird,” he said, shaking his head with a flush. “Just…seeing you living so diligently made me wonder if I was just being lazy by not going to school. Like…even with a demanding job you’re still so serious about your coursework. I was around a lot when you stayed late so…”
I felt my skin flush and glanced at the polished, pristine white floor. “I…I don’t know if I’m that diligent or anything. Just…I guess just trying to prove to myself that I did the right thing moving here.”
“Yeah?” he asked, applying the salve gently with a soft fingertip, amber eyes focused on my skin.
“Did you ever feel that way? Like…like you had something to prove?” I asked, thinking back. It’s not like my dad and I were on bad terms. Not at all. I just hated to worry him. And these days, it felt like I did exclusively the sort of things that would have the corners of his mouth turned down in that quintessential frown that I hated the most.
He nodded, chuckling as he pressed a piece of cotton to my sensitive palm. “Oh yeah,” he said with a smile. “Every day in the beginning when I was working as a line chef or a barista or a bookstore clerk I had this stupid feeling that all the suffering had meaning because it meant I was getting closer.”
“But it’s not stupid,” I said with a wistful sigh. “Look at where you live.” I gestured around with my hand once he’d finished dressing it.
He shrugged. “This sort of stuff doesn’t really matter.”
I cocked a brow. “It doesn’t?” I asked, skeptical.
He laughed and nodded, repacking the first aid kit. “I live here because it’s safe and the lease isn’t too high. If I wasn’t so paranoid I’d much rather live someplace small and quaint and quiet. Out of the city maybe,” he said with a nod.
“You sound like an old man,” I teased.
He laughed and nodded. “Old soul.” But as he was about to stand, I noticed something on his jaw that I hadn’t noticed before. A jagged cut.
I stood and grabbed his forearm. “Hey!” I said, pointing at the injury. “You’re hurt.”
He raised his brows and touched where my finger led. He pulled away to reveal a few drops of crimson on his fingertip. “Huh,” he said, marveling at the blood.
I sighed and grabbed his shoulders, leading him back down to the couch. I grabbed the kit and rifled through it, grabbing the salve he’d used on me and applying it gently to his cut. “I knew you got hurt,” I grumbled, frowning as I worked.
“I didn’t even notice,” he said, and I could hear a smile in his voice.
I was too focused to take my eyes off his cut, but there was something warm in the way he spoke. I tried not to think about it too much. “You and Vante both preach at me about taking care of myself, but here you are with a gash on your face that you didn’t even notice,” I said with a sigh. “And here I thought you had it all together.”
He chuckled, a tender sound, and I pried my eyes away from his jaw to look in his eyes, pondering the fondness I saw there as he smiled at me from above. I cleared my throat and continued my work, removing the backing from a bandaid and blowing on his cut.
“Do you like taking care of other people?” asked Taehyung quietly, still smiling.
I pursed my lips and smoothed the bandaid across his skin, pressing the adhesive edges down. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“No,” he said. “Some people don’t.”
I shrugged and closed the kit with a sigh. “I don’t wanna meet those people.”
“Seems like those are the kinds of people you attract,” he said, peering at me. “I mean…especially after tonight.”
I thought back to the club and a fresh wave of hurt washed over me. I glanced down at the plastic first aid kit sitting heavy on my lap and swallowed hard. “Jungkook…I guess I’m not quite ready to believe he’s all bad,” I said with a nod, but my voice was sad. Broken.
“And what if holding on gets you hurt?” he asked.
I met his eyes, brows furrowed, and fiddled with the latch on the kit. “What if letting go hurts him?” I asked.
His lips parted to speak, but no words followed for a few moments. “You still care what happens to him after all this?” asked Taehyung, and that expression came back. The one that looked like Dad.
I nodded, smiling sadly. “I…I guess that’s just how I am,” I said, sighing. “I’m stupid.”
Taehyung sighed and gripped his nose bridge. He stood to his feet and rubbed his hands on his pants. “I’ll grab you some fresh clothes and call a cab,” he said, turning toward a large door to the side.
“It’s really okay! I don’t need clothes-,” I began, but he cut me off with a serious look over his shoulder.
“Just wait here. You can use my blanket for now,” he said, gesturing with his chin toward the fluffy blanket draped over the arm of the couch.
As he left the room, I grabbed for the blanket and snuggled into it, feeling tears prick at my eyes. I didn’t want to cry in his house, on his couch, like a baby. But I couldn’t stop them. For the second time that night and remarkably soberer now, I cried. The tears were slow and gentle. No sobs, no whimpers. Just silent, determined tears sliding down my cheeks and onto the blanket. Quietly, I grabbed my phone from my bag and sniffled as I unlocked it. I drafted a text to my dad.
Y/N: Hey. Can I come visit you tomorrow? Sorry, I know it’s late :-(
I leaned back against the couch and shut my tired eyes as the tears slowed just enough to grant relief. This day had drained the life out of me, and each moment I spent awake by myself was torturous. I longed to sleep. But before I could get too comfortable, Dad responded in typical Dad fashion.
CoCaptain: You’re welcome home anytime, sweetheart! I’ll make you some food to take back to the city with you.
I smiled and fought off a second round of tears, this time sentimental. How cruel of me to have left him alone for so long. The person who looked out for me more than anyone else. The person who took care of me no matter what.
And I’d been too ashamed to face him.
I sighed and rested my head against the arm of the couch, laying horizontal as the call of gravity and exhaustion pulled me down. I shut my eyes and released a long exhale I didn’t know I’d been holding, my lashes still damp as they rested against the hot apples of my cheeks.
But that blanket was so warm, and that couch so cozy. Before I knew it, I was dreaming.
I awoke with a groan to bright sunlight streaming through grand, half-open windows. The air was surprisingly warm for an autumn day, all the briskness of the night before gone by morning. I strained my eyes against the sun, each beam feeling like punctures to my brain. Slowly, I sat upright and glanced down at my lap. My slip was much dirtier by the light of day.
Light of day.
Horrified, I jumped to my feet and whipped my head around with much pain, searching for Taehyung. Why had he let me sleep on his couch? Wasn’t that asking too much? I swallowed hard and scanned the living room then the adjacent kitchen. I even chanced a peek into his bedroom which was meticulously kept, not a shirt out of place. Quietly, I shut the door and with furrowed brows turned my attention back to the kitchen. I began gathering my things: the heels that I knew would hurt to walk in, my bag, my half-dead phone. But as I reached to replace the fluffy blanket I’d hogged all night, I noticed something on the coffee table.
I crouched down to take a look and found perfectly folded was a big white shirt and a stylized jean jacket sitting above a pair of baggy black pants I was sure would be too long. Beside the clothes was a black leather belt and a pair of backless loafers. Too big, all of it. But my heart swelled looking at it anyway. I smiled and ran my fingers over the hem of the jacket, sighing.
“Must be at work,” I thought aloud, quickly getting changed just in case my hunch was wrong and he was hiding somewhere.
Once dressed, I slung my bag over my shoulder and picked up my shoes, giving myself a cursory glance in his floor-length mirror beside the front door. I had to say, the style was fun. Add a face mask, and I might pass for a celebrity at Incheon Airport. Curious, I craned my neck and grabbed the jacket’s tag. Balenciaga? I gaped and shook my head, trying in vain to wipe some of the leftover, slept-on makeup from my eyes, a wasted effort to match the jacket better.
Of course, it was no use. So, with a sigh, I set out on my way home.
My head pounded as I packed my bag for visiting home. Every sound was piercing and the commute home had been particularly brutal. And what was worse…my thoughts had had plenty of time to wander.
I tried everything I could to keep from thinking about it all. Keeping my hands busy, listening to music too loud, cleaning up my bedroom: none of it did any good keeping the thoughts at bay. All I could see whenever I so much as blinked was Jungkook holding that girl. That cocky smirk. Like I never mattered to him at all.
Like the Jungkook I saw was a carefully crafted facade, hand-painted exactly to make me fall in love.
Like he was using me all along.
I shook my head and shoved my pajamas into the suitcase. I rested my hands on my hips and shook my head with a huff, blowing my hair from my eyes. I was the stupid one after all. I had nobody to blame but myself for being so naive.
If man makes himself a worm he must not complain when he is trodden on.
I pulled my suitcase from off my bed and began tugging it behind me towards the front door, setting it down by the shoes Taehyung had loaned me. Although big and clunky, they were a million times more comfortable than those demon heels. I owed him my life for saving my feet the trauma of walking through Seoul Station in those shoes again.
My phone began to vibrate in the baggy pants’ front pocket and I fished around in its depths for a long moment before pressing the receiver to my ear. “Hello?” I asked.
“Babe?”
My body went cold. Of course it was Jungkook.
“Oh, hey,” I said, trying to keep my tone happy with a smile. But even I could hear the dejection in my voice.
“You free today? I wanna hang out,” he said, pausing to laugh. “I miss your dumb face.”
I swallowed hard and ran my fingers through my hair, eyes cast on the top of my suitcase. “Uh…today’s no good, Jungkook. I’m visiting home.”
“Home? Your dad?” he asked, and he sounded so genuinely eager.
I felt something icy clench around my chest. “Yeah,” I said.
He sounded like he was smiling. For real, not like me. “Aw! I’ve been wanting to meet him,” he said, then sighed. “Well, have fun. I’ll see you this week sometime.”
I rubbed the dry space beneath my eyes and nodded. “Mhm,” I managed.
“Wait, why don’t I give you a ride to the train station at least? Save you some money on commute,” he said with a laugh.
I shook my head. It felt like I was on a roller coaster, my stomach dropping as we crested over a hill too fast. “It’s okay, Kook. I can get there myself.”
“Don’t make me a bad boyfriend,” he said with a teasing whine.
I wouldn’t cry. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. But my throat was tightening so much it hurt to talk. “Okay,” I said, unable to say much else. It was easier than fighting.
“I’ll pick you up in ten.”
“Ten,” I repeated, hoping that would be enough.
“See you soon baby,” he said before hanging up.
And I let myself fall to my bottom in front of my suitcase, resting my head against it, holding the tears back because I would not cry again for this man. I would not give that sadness away again.
Even if I could feel the very seams of myself pulling apart.
I picked at my nails in the car, Jungkook driving one-handed as the other hand rested palm-down atop my knee. He’d insisted on carrying my suitcase to the car himself, and I’d searched for so long for any hint of guilt in his eyes, searched so hard it was almost painful, only to come to the infinitely more painful realization that there was none there.
The drive was quiet, the radio droning on, filling the silence.
“In celebrity news, it’s rumored that the mysterious Seoul-based artist Vante will be attending Ori Technologies’ charity ball next month,” said the newscaster.
Jungkook hummed and turned it up slightly. “Your boss sure has friends in high places,” remarked Jungkook with an easy laugh.
I returned it and nodded. “Yeah…,” I said, furrowing my brow as I recalled the gift Taehyung had given me the night before from Vante. I rummaged through my bag for a moment before producing the box. It was a miracle the thing had made it through the night.
“Though sources close to the artist say he has no intentions of revealing his identity, we here at KBS will certainly keep our eyes out for any unknown guests in attendance!” The newscaster was so enthusiastic I might have assumed she was being sarcastic, but knowing the buzz around Vante I was sure it was genuine.
I opened the box and pulled the Christmas paper off of it. “That from him?” asked Jungkook, eyeing my hands sidelong.
I nodded. “Yeah. Last night I fell asleep in the break room and-,” I began, then stopped myself for fear of revealing too much. I smiled. “He left it behind for me.”
Jungkook sighed. “He gives my girlfriend more gifts than I do,” he teased.
I chuckled, but it lacked any humor. “Maybe you need to step up your game,” I said, a sad attempt at a joke, as I opened the blue box. My eyes widened as I took in the gift before me.
Sitting in a velvet case was a gold chain, a tiny ruby pendant at the bottom. I touched the red gem with the tip of my finger and gaped. “Holy shit,” said Jungkook as he pulled off the highway toward the train station, eyes flashing between the road and the necklace.
“Why…?” I breathed, noticing a second note on the inside of the box.
Don’t think too much of this. Just hold on to it for a little while.
Sometimes having a powerful piece of jewelry makes us feel more powerful ourselves.
I want to give some power to you.
I blinked at it and shook my head. “Any idea why he gave you that?” asked Jungkook, but there was that edge to his voice that I was beginning to recognize. That probing tone.
I swallowed and shook my head, snapping the box shut and giving him a smile. “None,” I said, shrugging. “But it must have been expensive…”
“You could pawn it,” joked Jungkook with a snort before edging the car off the road and into the parking lot, idling in front of the station. He turned to me as he put the car in park and smiled gently. “You should wear it. You deserve good things too, you know?”
I blinked at him, finding no dishonesty in his warm expression, and thought a moment. “What if I ruin it somehow?”
Jungkook laughed and gently brushed his fingers along my cheek. “You need to have more faith in yourself, Y/N,” he said, glancing down at my hands still clasping the box. “You’re more than you give yourself credit for.”
I stiffened. How could he say such kind things with such an innocent face and such a black heart? The pain was beginning to give way to something else the longer I looked at him, at the delicate way his lashes feathered across his cheeks while his eyes were downcast, the slight quirk to his lips, revealing just the tips of his teeth. Such a perfect face. Such a perfect personality. Wasn’t there anything in that beautiful armor that wasn’t perfect?
I wondered if I could make him crack.
Maybe Vante was right after all. Maybe simply holding that necklace had made me feel stronger. But after seeing his true colors at the club just hours before, it was hard to sate the rising anger in my gut.
And the rising curiosity.
Wasn’t I in a pretty good position after all? I knew his cards, but he didn’t know mine. At least not yet. What if I could get him to slip up? Make a mistake? What if I could unearth the real Jungkook? Wasn’t there some weakness in his armor that I could find and exploit to protect Vante?
And what if I could use that to undo him in the process?
Quietly, I opened the box and removed the necklace, marveling at it as something new took hold of me. Melancholia be damned. I smiled slightly, tilting my head to the side as the two of us eyed the jewel as it glittered in the fresh sunlight. I peeked at Jungkook, the awe in his eyes.
“Put it on me?” I asked, meeting his gaze for the first time that day. I couldn’t contain the smile on my face.
I was the one who had the power here.
He blinked at me before clearing his throat and nodding. Perhaps I was seeing things, but I thought I caught a brief flash of that puzzling blush on his full cheeks. I pulled that expensive jacket down my shoulders and guided my hair to the side, allowing him a full view of my neck. His hand ghosted over my skin for a moment before I heard him cough and I spared a chuckle.
“Wh-whose jacket is this? I don’t recognize it,” he said, gently reaching around to my clavicle, resting the ruby against my chest before following the chain back.
I hummed. “It’s a friend’s,” I said as he fumbled with the latch.
“And the shoes?” he asked. “They’re too big.”
“Also a friend’s,” I said, turning as he finished with the necklace. This time I was certain. He was blushing.
Perhaps I’d always had the power. Without even realizing it, perhaps the one keeping me docile had been me from the beginning.
“Oh,” he said with a laugh that seemed shy, glancing down at his lap and running his hand through his chestnut hair. “Well…uh, let me help you get your bag!” he said, meeting my eyes once more with an eager smile.
Before he could move, I grabbed his forearm and shook my head. “Uh…no,” I said, blinking.
Was this how it felt to be the hunter rather than the prey? He felt pliable beneath my hands, and the way his eyes went round and his cheeks tinted pink had my head spinning. But I had a plan.
I had an opportunity on my hands. One I didn’t plan on watching slip through my fingers.
And good God, was I sick of being a worm.
“Huh?” he asked, perplexed.
“Why not come with me?” I asked, feeling a smile spread across my lips gently, independent of my own will. My heart raced. Exhilaration. Silently, I leaned forward and pressed a slow, barely-there kiss to his warm cheek. As I pulled back I played with the pendant on my necklace. “It’ll be like a date,” I said, grinning.
He raised his brows and blinked down at me. His lips were parted in a gape, thoughts visibly running through his head, before he scratched his jaw a little and nodded, glancing away. “Um, sure…”
Smiling, I patted his hand and hopped out of the car, not waiting even a single second for him to catch up to me.
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The Ultimate Zagene Masterpost
as promised, i’ve gone through every official try guys video from the past few years to compile all the Zagene moments (this post also includes The Podcast™). i’ve provided dates and will link to gif sets/tumblr posts for specific moments (because i’m Extra As Fuck). i’ll try to keep this updated with new videos, so check back often (also, please let me know if i forget anything!)
under the cut, because it’s looooong.
DISCLAIMER: i don’t mean to imply that i know anything about zach and eugene’s personal lives, or that most of these moments aren’t just things between two close friends. was literally just complying this list for a bit of fun, and because i was bored. pls don’t come for me, y’all
another disclaimer: i’m australian, so some of the dates i use could be a bit off bc i’m something like 18 hours ahead of these two lol
also: i know initially that i said i would include instagram posts and other, non-buzzfeed videos on this list. unfortunately, i did not end up doing so. i’m maybe thinking about doing a part 2 where i include these things? no promises, this list took so much out of me as is
without further ado...
Nov. 13, 2014 - Guys Recreate Kim Kardashian’s Butt Photo
literally first video with these two together (?) and eugene’s already lowkey checking out zach (roughly 0:45-0:47). oh boy.
Nov. 19, 2014 - American Guys Try European Swimwear
zagene riding in the backseat together
“your dick might be huge” - eugene to zach (2:58), followed by eugene staring at zach until he makes a joke. um. ok.
zach checking up on hungover eugene (3:11)
December 30, 2014 - The Try Guys Test The Legal Alcohol Limit
eugene instantly goes to break up the fight between ned and zach (4:41)
during the little bits where they’re testing how drunk they are these two will not stay away from each other… at 4:56 eugene walks from one side of zach to the other to get in between him and everyone else lmao
5:38 eugene reaches out to put his hand on zach’s back for no reason
6:37 (again at 6:54) zach has his arm around eugene, sorta leaning into him. no complaint from eugene “i hate hugs” yang
eugene’s little dance on zach at 7:00
January 18, 2015 - The Try Guys Shoot Guns For The First Time
the boys sittin together at lunch, bein judgey (0:27)
(1:10) whenever i see this, i always think of this post, so it’s making the list
January 25, 2015 - The Try Guys Try ’Fifty Shades’ Style BDSM
the boys beside each other again, this time holding hands! (5:46)
February 23, 2015 - The Try Guys Taste Test Jerky
zach’s lowkey super fond looks at eugene from the backseat throughout the video
March 6, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Magic Mike Stripping
2:15 eugene is sitting on the floor facing zach, rather than keith who he’s actually talking to
“i’ve given lap dances drunk” eugene i’m not even remotely surprised (3:15)
March 11, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Makeup Tutorials
“eugene your hair’s blocking me. eu-eugene? eugene, your hair” (2:27)
April 1, 2015 - The Try Guys’ Naked Sushi Prank
zach stopping to wait for eugene (0:24)
1:05 - ok… love this little bit. eugene smiling, the high five, eugene hitting zach’s glasses off his face, zach’s little giggle. presh.
April 10, 2015 - The Try Guys Try UFC Fighting
0:00 - not even a second in and already into it. “we love you eugene”
(0:23) - eugene is fully straddling zach. and like… bouncing on him
(0:35) “i feel like zach might squeal like a little piggy and it really excites me”
(2:24) “can we all kick zach real quick” weird way of flirting but if it works for u bud
(3:40) little hard to see but eugene’s leaning on zach
when jessica’s throwing eugene around zach looks thrilled and worried in equal measure
“didn’t come here to fight eugene! he’s fucking crazy” (8:57)
“i landed some pretty solid punches on eugene’s beautiful, beautiful face” (9:12)
eugene like… lifting zach off the ground by his legs? (9:26)
eugene leaning down over zach’s face; keith: “now kiss him like you mean it!” (9:37)
May 6, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Pregnancy Bellies
(4:52) - group hug, but eugene’s got his arm around zach and like,, kinda leans into the back of his neck?
May 7, 2015 - The Try Guys Change Dirty Diapers
just generally stood suuuper close together the whole video
May 17, 2015 - The Try Guys Try American Ninja Warrior
“right zach?” (10:14)
10:33 - eugene reaches out to take the towel (offered to zach) to dry him
May 31, 2015 - The Try Guys Hit 90 MPH Fastballs
“goddammit eugene” followed by soft smile from eugene (3:22)
(5:40) eugene reaches out to pull zach’s robe back in place lmao
June 20, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Wedding Dresses
(0:51) “this is my day” - zach, while pointing to eugene, who nods, smiles, and his eyebrows look kinda raised too lol
(1:01) “eugene’s gonna look prettier than any of us”
(1:32) zach’s just like… casually stroking eugene’s legs
(2:27) could they BE pressed any closer together
(2:46) goin in for the smooch… iconic
June 26, 2015 - The Try Guys March In The Pride Parade
the boys at pride…. bless :’)
i have no real specific moments from this vid i just love it so much
June 29, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Not To Die Alone
(1:24) zach: “that’s some good ash.” eugene laughs at this like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard
(11:23) legendary hug/tackle…. the best, unbeatable, iconic,
July 12, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Irish Step Dance
(0:28) shoulder pat
also dance partners, holding hands, bless
(1:55) “i feel like my butt is tauter” zach turns and raises an eyebrow
(3:15) they go in for a group hug and eugene instantly goes for zach. when it’s clear he won’t reach zach, he pulls away from them all. interesting
August 1, 2015 - The Try Guys Watch Anime For The First Time
(1:17) zach compliments eugene’s hair
(3:06) zach: “yeah i guess we’re having a good time again.” eugene has the biggest smile on his face
(4:51) another compliment for eugene’s hair
(5:07) zach says something, then eugene repeats it enthusiastically and like.. kinda bites his lip?
(5:28) eugene leans over ned so he can talk to zach
these two are so in sync in such little ways like.. correcting ned’s pronunciation (6:03), leaning forward to laugh at ned’s joke (7:10), the hand gesture (7:14)
7:33 holding hands :))
August 3, 2015 - The Try Guys Cosplay For The First Time
8:41 - the boys dancing together
August 29, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Extreme Swimsuits
(4:57) eugene casually checking out zach (”i just saw zach’s penis” “yeah i accidently showed eugene my dick already” “i can still see your dick”)
zach’s eyes go straight (haha) to eugene’s butt when he walks away (5:11)
September 12, 2015 (from some time in August) - The Try Guys Imitate Each Other
“so, the one thing i know about zach is that- besides being adorable-” (0:47)
“i’ve been to many bars with him” (0:53)
“i have never been so attracted to eugene” (1:07)
ok but zach imitating eugene LMFAO
(3:30) zach crashing into eugene for a hug
September 23, 2015 - The Try Guys Watch K-pop For The First Time
(2:16) eugene like… reading zach’s mind
September 25, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Korean Cooking
the boys cooking together
(0:36) “so eugene’s gonna be my mom” “i am not gonna be your mom” “so i got mom here to help me-” “i am not your mom” “so mom what’s the first step?” “i am not your mom!”
(1:10) eugene feeding zach (”thereee you go”)
(1:41) “you fucked me hard”
(1:47) “eugene’s a mean daddy”
(1:52) hand on the shoulder
(2:42) eugene just looks SO done
(3:04) “we’re a great team” :’)
(6:18) arm around the shoulder
September 26, 2015 - The Try Guys Recreate Korean Drama Scenes
(2:04) iconic…. zach going in for a kiss. when will ur fave ever
September 27, 2015 - The Try Guys Try K-pop Dance Moves
(3:15) zach: *sniffs eugene* “still smells good”
(3:49) zach (lol and the others) wearing eugene’s clothes
(5:46) “let’s smell him again”
October 29, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Childhood-Ruining Costumes
(4:58) zach’s got his arms wrapped around eugene, trying to pull his costume off
November 1, 2015 - The Try Guys Get Prostate Exams
(2:46) “i’ve never had anything up my butt- well” ???????????
eugene looked like he enjoyed the exam way too much LMAO
December 13, 2015 - The Try Guys Try Therapy
the boys opening up to each other (just all of them in general) :’)
(6:17) as soon as eugene holds out his hands for the others to touch zach immediately reaches out, even before eugene was finished talking
(7:25) “now hug us!!”
eugene tries to wave off the hug until he sees zach’s arms then kinda reluctantly shuffles over
(7:28) ok zach is FULLY cuddling eugene at this point
December 19, 2015 - The Try Guys Break Into A House
(1:18) boyfs ridin off in style
Febuary 7, 2016 - Sexy Edible Lingerie Taste Test
(5:18) zach chose his nipple as the place for eugene to lick, despite presumably knowing it’d give him away bc of all the hair. go big or go home i guess
Febuary 28, 2016 - The Try Guys Play F***, Marry, Kill
(2:06) eugene noticeably reaches out to touch zach, pulls away, then moves his arm back over to grab zach’s arm
(2:17) eugene pats zach on the back
also… not zagene but……. eugene in glasses…………………
March 6, 2016 - The Try Guys Test Their Sperm Count
(5:47) eugene puts his hand on zach’s back again
March 16, 2016 - Which Type of Alcohol F*cks You Up The Most?
(3:28) “bye eugene” “where did he go?” “where does he ever go :(” why does zach sound so sad omg
these two actually weren’t super touchy in this vid which is weird when u look at the last vid where they all got drunk together
March 27, 2016 - Extreme Asian Food Challenge
(1:25) “do you wanna feed each other?” eugene gives a Look to the camera- “…sure”
(2:17) for the life of me can’t work out what eugene’s doing here. is he abt to put his arm around zach? put the phone in his pocket then quickly change his mind? touch his butt? we may never know
(5:19) zach’s “are u being for fuckin real” look still manages to be incredibly fond
(5:49) “keep your screaming to a minimum” “ yEaH eUgEne We’lL KeEp ouR ScrEamiNg to A miNimUm”
April 19, 2016 - The Try Guys Get Style Makeovers
(3:15) “first person who comes to your mind when you think of a well-dressed guy” “eugene” (same)
(8:29) eugene looks lost for words
(9:40) “it’s workin on me”
(12:22) “you look like a deleted scene from cowboy bebop” “that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me” “you’re welcome”
June 17, 2016 - The Try Guys Try Not To Die At Sea
(0:40) eugene helping zach into the water
(1:22) while eugene’s fixing his hair; “i think you look good”
(2:06) eugene holding zach while he pees over the side (one hand right on his butt). good job being supportive?
August 5, 2016 - The Try Guys Try The Ancient Olympics
(2:43) zach’s rubbing oil into eugene’s butt, which totally isn’t suggestive at all
(3:34) pretty much leaning into each other again, this time while fully naked
(11:15) eugene comforting zach after he kicked him lol
zach has that same worried/thrilled look he has when eugene’s fighting ned that he had during the UFC fighting ep
also unrelated to zagene entirely but steven’s in the background during the wrestling?? omg
(13:54) back to zagene zach goes to help eugene off the ground when he has his ass handed to him
(15:50) eugene shoving zach when he’s being a little shit. i’m also like 90% certain he said “zachary!”
August 27, 2016 - The Try Guys Danish Food Taste Test
(0:19) ok not super zageney BUT i did use this moment in this post (#shamelessspon)
(1:48) “i think we should lady and the tramp this” “no” instant cut to them lady and the tramping the food
(2:47) “i like watching you eat! it’s like watching a little baby eat”
September 12, 2016 - The Try Guys React To Their First Videos
(3:21) zach and eugene sassing ned
(5:06) “look at that big boner i had” “that was NOT your boner” alrighty zach
(5:44) “i didn’t want to hurt you...”
(8:56) zach’s got his leg lying on eugene’s
(9:13) leaning into each other
(9:12) “promise you if we get to 200 videos we’ll fuck each other” can’t wait for The Try Guys Try Guys (i’m definitely not the first person to make this joke)
November 4, 2016 - The Try Guys Try Distracted Driving
(5:11) zach gently brushes hair off eugene’s forehead
(8:47) eugene and zach smiling at each other so softly i’m....
December 12, 2016 - The Try Guys Crash Cars Into Each Other
(1:35) zach’s giggle at “demolition derby is basically backing dat ass up”
(12:34) eugene gives zach the most adoring look
December 17, 2016 - The Try Guys Try The Weirdest Beauty Trends Of 2016
(4:57) eugene’s got his arm resting on zach’s shoulder
February 17, 2017 - The Try Guys Prank Each Other
(2:05) “you pick the stupidest pranks zach” eugene sounded so giggly here aw
(5:05) eugene absolutely cracks up at zach’s “stupid prank”
(6:13) eugene cracking up at one of zach’s pranks again. genuinely love how happy he seems in this vid
(8:30) eugene leans right over zach to point at his screen and zach doesn’t even think twice about it. doesn’t flinch when eugene touches his face to steal his glasses either 🤔
(8:46) zach’s fond (yet exasperated) face and eugene’s kinda giddy laugh
(8:49) highkey looks like eugene was going for zach’s hand. he settles on his wrist
(8:53) zach’s hand goes to eugene’s to try and pull him away. and then cut to eugene halfway across the room??
(11:11) (make a wish) eugene and zach noticeably walking apart from the others
February 21, 2017 - The Try Guys Try Virtual Reality
(3:10) eugene hugs zach from behind and looks thrilled with himself
(4:38) eugene leans towards the back of zach’s neck to whisper something to be a lil shit again (”back, demon!”)
(8:22) eugene wanders over to be a shit again, a reoccurring theme for this vid
(9:47, but also earlier (i forget when)) when eugene’s standing with his renditions of the try guys, he has his arm around his version of zach
March 5, 2017 - The Try Guys Take A Friendship DNA Test
(2:42) uh the whole dominant/submissive thing? what kind of kinky shit?
March 12, 2017 - The Try Guys Sexy Alcohol Taste Test
just the fact that these two were paired together for this kind of video
(1:20) “did you put your sex inside my drink, eugene?”
(1:48) eugene leaning right into zach’s personal space
(3:09) eugene looks so challenging when he’s describing the blow job shot. he’s READY
(3:13) “gene i noticed that yours is girthier than mine” eugene’s Look. also the nickname
(3:34) zach is so wide eyed when eugene takes the shot. also eugene definitely looks like he’s showing off
(3:45) “oooh yeah, i’m blowing your job...” “...just take the drink Zach, don’t think about it too much”
(4:04) eugene guiding zach’s head to take the shot???
(4:12) “this is the worst blow job i’ve ever gotten” and all that follows
(5:41) eugene like full-on bites
(6:15) “to zach’s tiny, fuckable body” “ahh... one day”
March 26, 2017 - The Try Guys Wear High Heels For A Night
(3:22) sitting beside each other at dinner
(5:47) eugene’s got his arm around zach, hand kinda on his neck
(6:44) ok... i know some stuff on this list is a bit of a stretch but DEFINITE heart eyes from eugene here
(7:36) eugene’s got his arm behind zach on the wall, leaning into his personal space
(8:25) zach leans into eugene to say something to him
(8:26) eugene’s reluctant to tap out bc he wanted to last the night, so zach suggests they call it a night so eugene can take the heels off without feeling bad
(8:41) eugene has his hands on zach’s shoulders, lets him lead him out
(8:43) eugene’s arm around zach’s shoulders again, hand kinda bunched in his shirt (also, “tonight zach carried me home”)
April 1, 2017 - The Try Guys Drunk Fast Food Taste Test
(0:12) eugene - “when people are drunk, they’re more honest than ever” hey so i wonder why u two get super touchy whenever ur drunk 🤔
(0:17) “my pants are still wet from the other video” “no one- no one wants to see that zach” eugene says, while staring at his butt
(0:39) “don’t eat without me, motherfucker”
(5:30) zagene being all cute and giggly at the end
April 15, 2017 - The Try Guys Take A Lie Detector Test
ok before we begin... #shamelessspon here and here
(1:48) eugene leaning over zach, one arm on either side of him
(2:18) eugene looks so goddamn fond here i’m dead
(4:35) when it’s revealed zach’s made out with a coworker, eugene looks pretty damn smug
also eugene looking progressively more annoyed the more coworkers zach’s said he’s made out with lmaooo
(5:22) eugene wants to fuck zach. literally have nothing to add, it speaks for itself
(6:09) zach reaches out to grab onto eugene’s arm
(7:44) zach grabs onto eugene’s arm again
(8:13) zach reaches out to grab eugene’s shoulder again
(8:35) hey so guess what zach’s doing, yet again
(8:54) eugene wraps his arm around zach’s shoulders
(8:59) eugene’s leaning heavily on zach’s shoulder
May 20, 2017 - The Try Guys Take An Ancestry DNA Test
ok before i begin i absolutely love this post by @foundghosts which might be worth a look if ur into reading body language (i think it’s super cool, which is a surprise to no one following this blog)
June 13, 2017 - The Try Guys Re-Create Photos Of Their Dads
(1:51) supportive bf shaving zach’s chest hair
also zach talking abt finding someone in the voice over when eugene’s the only person in the shot with him?
also this ask that i got
July 29, 2017 - The Try Guys Try The Japanese Tablecloth Trick
(5:33) “just take your pants off”
(6:43) zach and eugene driving everywhere together gives me life
(6:49) mocking each other like 5 year olds smh
August 5, 2017 - The Try Guys Try Cuban Miami
(9:36) sitting beside each other for a coffee break
(10:35) teamwork on the cigar wrapping
(12:11) eugene’s arm is wrapped around zach
August 12, 2017 - The Try Guys Ski In Speedos
(0:29) [”i see eugene, i click”] zach: “i click! i click!” eugene just looks fond and exasperated
(1:53) eugene is giving definite heart eyes here (also his fucking HAIR Y’ALL I’M SCREAMING)
(3:41) zach reaching forward to run his fingers through eugene’s hair (living the dream if we’re being real)
August 26, 2017 - The Try Guys 12-Mile Wilderness Adventure
(3:21) zach calling eugene tf out
(5:04) what is this cutesy couple-style photoshoot going on here
(7:40) eugene and zach walking together behind the others
(11:41) during the group hug, eugene has one arm fully around zch while his other is kind of just awkwardly patting keith’s shoulder lmfao
September 2, 2017 - The Try Guys Throw A $300,000 Bachelor Party
(3:27) sitting together in the back seat (literally incapable of driving anywhere if they’re not sitting together i swear)
the shots dotted throughout the video of zach and eugene talking to themselves or the camera and leaning towards each other a lil
(18:15) definitely got arms around each other, also eugene’s smile aw
September 9, 2017 - I Have An Autoimmune Disease
(3:37-3:55) eugene messing around with zach
(8:10) eugene was with zach the first time he got his shot (other try guys at least weren’t there)
September 16, 2017 - The Try Guys Get Makeovers From High School Girls
(8:21) eugene looks pretty flustered when he sees zach in his bad boy get up
(8:35) “nice meme reference!”
yo but the things zach says when ned comes out in his clothes... u sure ur straight bud
October 7, 2017 - The Try Guys Try Immigrating To America
(0:05) eugene immediately looks to zach after making a joke (looking for validation?)
(4:06) “i think i have a crush on... iranian eugene” “don’t have a crush on fake me”
(5:10) “you’ve been recently widowed” “that means i’m single”
October 14, 2017 - The Try Guys Try Roller Derby
(2:04) eugene glances at zach a couple of times, looking incredibly fond
(2:31) eugene skating towards zach to hold his hand is still the cutest thing ever
(3:03) eugene skating towards zach to make him jump out of the way
(8:06) eugene reaches across ned to touch zach’s hand, for seemingly no reason
October 28, 2017 - The Try Guys Test Who Is The Most Attractive
(2:20) “you’re doing great sweetie”
(20:11) eugene “i hate children” yang: “but think of our children, how successful they’d be”
November 4, 2017 - The Try Guys Become Groomsmen For Keith’s Wedding
(2:06) “take your clothes off, zach”
(8:17) “ok umm... just think about zach naked” this is such a weird thing for eugene to have said and yet i’m not remotely surprised
(13:08) the Look
November 11, 2017 - The Try Guys Bake Bread Without A Recipe
(9:57) great minds think alike :’) (also eugene apparently just lurking around behind zach)
ok also adding on the little smile eugene does whenever zach smiles at him. i’ve noticed this before but i don’t think i’ve brought it up yet
(11:08) zach mutters something to eugene, shared smile
(14:25) eugene’s classic adoring smile
(17:16) “i’ve been asking for hugs all day!” says zach, looking sulky
November 18, 2017 - The Try Guys Feed Wild Animals In Alaska
(2:26) adorable teasing
(3:49) leaning into each other a little
(6:44) more teasing
also y’all we’ve rlly gotta hand it to zach for not checking eugene out in the clips at the place they’re staying, even if he is straight. like bitch i’m a lesbian but oh boy.....
December 2, 2017 - The Try Guys Make The Ultimate Holiday Calendar
(9:08) eugene confirms he’s lgbt, to the surprise of absolutely no one
(10:22) zach FULLY checking out eugene’s dick
(12:42) eugene adjusting zach’s scarf thing around his shoulders (i’m not jewish lol there’s probably some jewish name for it) - EDIT: it’s called a Tallus or talit
(15:30) “touch my butt” “i’ll hold his butt”
16:52, 16:54, 17:23 zach tries to kiss eugene
(17:23) “wow gimel that’s three kisses!!” “noo! that’s not how it works!”
December 11, 2017 - Not Too Deep Podcast with Grace Helbig
(19:10) “yeah we hang out more than’s probably healthy at this point” [what percentage of your weeks are spent with each other] “um, approximately the amount of time you’d spend with a significant other” “i was gonna say 80, it that too high? like my waking hours” [and sometimes when you’re sleeping!] “it has happened, yeah”
(20:09) (grace brings up zagene) zach: “i love this podcast already!!” eugene: “you know, zach loves that”
(20:20) zach wants to do a try guys recreate fanfic video. eugene is more reluctant. read into this as you will
(21:04) “he’s a classic bottom, i’m a more prototypical top”
(26:48) zach is “obsessed” with the idea of a fanfic recreation vid
(29:13) another example of zach offhandedly mentioning how hot he finds eugene
(33:34) “you’ll get married, you’re a romaaantic”
(35:57) great minds think alike :‘)
December 16, 2017 - Male Sex Symbols Throughout History
(6:46) ICONIC ass slap
and eugene’s winning smile immediately after
January 27, 2018 - The Try Guys Race Dune Buggies
(2:31) why do they literally sound like parents arguing abt who has to tuck their child in LMAO
zach also puts his hand on eugene’s back a second later
(2:40) eugene’s resting his head on zach’s shoulder as he leans forward
(5:05) eugene doing a mini photo shoot of zach kills me every time
(13:14) eugene initiates the group hug, but doesn’t extend it to ned and keith when they come over
also side note but zach fits into eugene’s arms so well it’s adorable
February 10, 2018 - The Try Guys Race Dog Sleds
(3:59) watching them goof around together is so sweet
(6:04) zach’s like got his hand fisted in eugene’s jacket
(7:03) why is it whenever we get a candid shot of these two they’re always standing suuuper close together
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Five Deals With The Dark One
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Notes: Two months without a chapter, you guys must hate me by now. But this is my old WIP week, so you’ll be seeing some unexpected updates, lol. I hope it is worth the wait!
The Dark One
King George had a good library, although it wasn’t as big as Belle thought it would be. She was feeling revitalized in the morning after seeing the imp and making that deal, because for the first time, it gave her hope for a better life, so she woke up really early, had breakfast and sat between books, which thankfully wasn’t a problem with her ladies in waiting, as they took it as a mother-to-be looking for names for her child. Belle made two different lists, one with the most uncommon names she found and the other with the normal, but not so popular ones.
In the night prior, she had dreamed about the imp, about being in his arms again and feeling truly loved. She knew that at the best possibility she would end-up being his lover and would care for his child while he went for his deals with prettier girls than her, but at this point Belle didn’t care. Gaston did the same, but he instead of seeking women, he preferred to lay with the stupid LeFou. It may not change, but at least, the imp would care for her, because for some reason he was undoubtedly fond of Belle and, although she had never felt love before, she was pretty sure that she was falling for him.
If people found this out, they would say she had gone completely mad, but they were never going to understand how lovely it was to share his company. Maybe it was the fact he had helped her so many times or many it was because he was the father of her child, but all she really knew was that no matter what, he made her happier than anyone ever did. Of course, Belle had a lack of love in her life, the only person that ever showed her affection was her mother, so it wouldn’t be a surprise for her to fall for the first man that she crossed paths with.
The only problem was that he wasn’t actually a man and if she had to fall for someone, then she should fall for Gaston, but it wasn’t happening and not just because he had a taste for men, instead of woman, but because he was too superficial. He wasn’t taking to her at the moment. After Belle threatened him they barely spoke and Gaston only shared the same chambers as her to keep the appearances, then just yesterday he had decided he needed a hunting trip and disappeared into the woods with LeFou and a bunch of sycophant idiots.
Not that she cared for it, Belle rather stay alone than being anywhere her ridiculous excuse for a husband, so the dedicated her time to reading all those books and making her lists, because after all, she had a deal with the imp and she would do whatever it took to win her freedom.
In the first night, Belle read more than a hundred different names for him, but the imp only stood by her window, shaking his head at each one she spoke. It was a frustrating experience and in the next day, she was decided not to fail again. She had three nights and one had already been wasted, which meant she was two days closer of losing not just her only chance at a better life, but also of losing her child forever.
Another list was done and, when the imp appeared again and she started to talk, Belle already knew it wasn’t her luck day. She finished all the names and still hadn’t a positive answer, but very different from the night prior, he didn’t immediately disappear to wherever he went next, actually he stayed there near her window tapping his fingers together as she angrily casted her parchment away, cursing that list as a frenetic hand came up to caress her belly.
“Can… Can I come closer?” The imp asked, rather nervously. “I mean, I want to feel the baby moving again. I find it quite… Nice.”
Immediately, a smile appeared in her lips, making some of the tension and the fear she felt, disappear. She patted the place beside her as she continued to caress the mound.
“Of course, it is your child. Come here.”
An equally excited smile appeared on the imp’s lips as he nervously walked towards her, climbing up the bed and making himself comfortable. Belle watched with an amused look on her face, then she had an idea and slid herself between his legs, resting her back against his chest. The imp seemed startled for a moment, getting still for a second before he finally relaxed against her and nestled Belle in his arms, laying a hand in each side of her belly.
He wasn’t expecting to feel the child squirming so powerfully under his fingertips, because the last time he touched it everything he felt was some kicks, but today he baby was really full of energy, turning around inside the mother’s womb as if it was playing a fun game. He wondered if it was a painful thing for her but decided not to ask.
“Joyful thing this one.”
Sighing, she nuzzled her head on the crook of his neck, smelling his unique essence. Not even in a million years she could imagine having this with Gaston or anyone else and now Belle was sure of it; however, she still wasn’t able to understand what exactly it meant for him.
“Why, out of every powerful woman in this realm, did you choose me to be the mother of your child?”
“You’re a pretty thing dearie,” the imp answered slowly, petting her belly to make the child turn around again, which made her giggle, because it caused weird waves to flutter inside of her. “I figured pretty girls make pretty babies.”
“There are lots of beautiful women around here,” she pointed out. “So why me?”
For a second, in which he got specially quite and stopped moving, she thought he would be honest with her, but then there was an insistent pressure on her belly right where his hand was placed and he seemed to shift back to reality, hiding himself under his walls once again.
“Oh, feel it,” he exclaimed as a distraction. “It is kicking!”
“Yeah, he or she does it very often,” Belle answered. She felt really cosy in his arms, she couldn’t really remember the last time she had been hugged by someone else other than him, but she knew she wouldn’t take his warmth for another’s.
His fingers were stroking her belly through the soft fabric of her nightgown and she accompanied his movements with her eyes, remembering about how the scales felt against her own skin, his heavenly textured hands running along her body and making her writhe. Belle shivered at the thought, a warm wave of excitement settling down between her legs and making her feel a certain kind of moisture appearing there.
She wished he would touch her like that again, but Belle was still unsure about his intentions with her and the fact that he hadn’t asked for anything else, even when they were laid so close in the bed, her body fully pressed to his, only made her think that maybe all he ever wanted from her was that one night, so she tried to think about other things and change her track of mind.
“Where do you live?”
“I’m not going to tell you, dearie, it is a secret for now. But if you have the right answer for our deal tomorrow, then you’ll see it with your own eyes.”
That was not a satisfactory answer, but she guessed she couldn’t expect him to really reveal that. After all, he was making her guess his name, so he obviously wasn’t going to give the location of his home so easily, however the prospect of seeing it for herself made Belle smile again, because she doubted any other girl had ever seen it before. Or at least, that much she hoped.
“Do you… Do you make deals with other people or it’s just me?”
“Oh, you’re not exclusive,” the imp chuckled, moving his hand down her belly making a different pressure surge at the end of it. “This realm is full of desperate souls.”
“So, have you asked other women to bear a child for you too?”
This time he really laughed at her, making the girl’s cheeks flush with colour. He brought a hand up, caressing her face with the back of it, his thick fingers touching her lips very lightly before they went up, causing a happy purr to leave her, as if Belle was a lazy cat, wishing to be petted.
“Am I hearing a hint of jealously in your voice, precious?” The imp asked. “No, in that matter you’re the only one.”
There was a surge of pride. She leaned more against him, happy to know that at least he wasn’t making this kind of deals with other people, because she needed to admit that it, yes, made her a bit jealous. Gods, she was not just definitely falling for him, she already loved that man with all of her heart.
Swallowing, Belle took his hands, bringing them to her breasts and releasing a sharp breath when he cupped them, feeling the weight of each in his huge palms. Her eyes slid close as he started to rub circles in her skin without any hesitance, banishing away the pain she had been feeling in there for weeks, replacing it by a blinding pleasure that left her breathless. Now all she needed was for the imp to reach between her legs and she would sleep happily.
“They hurt,” she murmured, her voice sounding weird, full of a desire she hadn’t had the chance of exploring properly. “It’s a strange ache.”
“Your body is getting prepared to nurture the child,” he explained, nuzzling his face against her hair.
“And will you let me do it?”
“Only if you’re smart enough,” the imp answered, before disappearing from behind her. Belle though she would fall back against the mattress, but he was holding her in his arms and laying her carefully in the next second.
Belle gasped with surprise, she was about to curse him for the scare, but then, he bent down and brushed their lips together and all the thoughts vanished from her mind, leaving her speechless.
“Have a good night, my dearest Belle.”
Then he was gone, just like yesterday.
The next day at the library, Belle decided to start a different kind of search. Instead of looking for names like she had been doing in the past few days, she looked into the magic books, about those mythical creatures she knew could be found in their realm. She knew her answer probably laid there, because if she found what exactly the imp was, then, it would be easier to discover his name.
Her reading however, didn’t prove itself very useful until very late in the afternoon when she was almost accepting she had lost and going back to her room so she could weep against the pillow until the imp arrived. Her eyes were almost starting to water and Belle rubbed her belly impatiently as she flipped a page, seeing a brand-new topic that immediately called her attention: The Dark One.
Curling herself on the chair, she brought the book closer as she started to read the physical description that made her heart race, because it matched her imp; scales, green-gold skin, reptilian eyes… He or she was a dark entity with strong magic and only one from its species could exist at the time, as for another to be created, the successor must be killed with an ancient blade that held its name.
Belle released a sharp breath. So that was why he kept his name as a secret, but she knew there must be people who knew it, people that wanted to have the same power he did. She needed to be smart right now, but she was sure she could get the information she wanted.
When Belle lived in the village she had heard about a witch, some people said she had real magic, others whispered that she was only a woman with a large knowledge of herbs. Whoever she was, Belle guessed she should know something about her imp, so she grabbed her cloak, excused herself from her ladies in waiting, saying she was feeling sick and rushed to the village as quick as she could, knowing this day would decide the course of her entire life.
She was exhausted by the time she reached the witch’s shack, but Belle took a deep breath and pushed the door open, finding a rather dark place, only illuminated by a few candles. The smell inside there wasn’t nice in any possible way, it stink and made her want to cough for fresh air, but Belle was tough enough to take the needed steps towards the witch and not do so.
“Excuse me,” Belle started, cleaning her throat.
The woman looked up at her with narrowed black eyes, analysing her for a second before she snorted and turned back to whatever she could be preparing in her cauldron.
“It is too late to ask me for a potion, but I have rooms here where you can hide with other unfortunate girls until this thing is born,” she said, pointing at her small, but protuberant stomach.
“No,” the girl shook her head, covering her belly with hands in a protective gesture. “I’m not here because of my child.”
“Then why?”
Belle swallowed hard, taking yet another step into her direction, lifting up her chin and trying to look as threatening as the witch did.
“Do you know anything about a creature called the Dark One?”
“Yeah,” she scorned. “Go away and pray you never cross paths with him. He is a cursed demon who finds some twisted amusement in other people’s pain.”
It wasn’t what she would say about the imp, but then Belle needed to admit she knew nothing about him but what he wanted to show her. And he was a good man whenever they were together, not any monster.
“I’ve heard he makes deals,” Belle continued, as if she hadn’t heard what the woman said.
“That he does, but the price is always too high.”
“Do you know his name?”
The question sounded innocent spoken in the middle of that dirty shack, but both of them knew it actually wasn’t. The witch arched an eyebrow at her, already knowing that Belle must be really mad for wanting to know something like that or just too desperate.
“What do you offer me in exchange for that?”
“Gold,” the girl said, taking a small leather bag from inside her cloak’s pocked and placing it on the table between them. “Ten coins.”
She nodded taking it away before Belle could change her mind and finally dropping the answer that would allow her to have her child forever.
“His name is Rumplestiltskin.”
As soon as Belle got back to the castle that day, she took a long bath and changed into a fine burgundy dress instead of pulling on a nightgown as she usually would do. Gaston would only be back by the weekend, so she took all of his things out of a small chest and filled t with some of her things that she wanted to take away with her.
She sat by the window, clutching a shawl against herself as she waited and when the moon reached the left tower of the castle, she heard a sound behind her and looked back to see the imp standing next to her.
“It’s the last night,” he announced.
“I know. Can we get started?”
“Sure,” the imp smiled taking a seat on her bed and analysing her carefully, noticing the chest in which she rested her feet. “You look very confident you’re leaving this place, anyway.”
Belle reached to pick the small list she had started just to not startle him with an immediate answer, but a smirk already played on her lips as her blue eyes gazed up at him and she started reading.
“Aether?”
“No.”
“Athelstan?”
“Where did you even find this one?” He laughed, amused.
“Rupert?”
“Sorry, dearie.”
Biting down her lip, she pulled the list aside and stood up cupping his face in hands and brushing the hair away from it. He furrowed at the gesture, but she only kept smiling.
“What about… Rumplestiltskin?”
He blinked and an urge to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him took her. Oh, dear gods, she was right! At this point she was really afraid that even the witch didn’t know what she was talking about and she would end up losing her baby to him anyway, but now all she could feel was relief.
“How?” Rumplestiltskin inquired.
“I think I found out that a woman can do anything to keep her child.”
“Very well, you’re as clever as I thought. Exactly the kind of woman I would like to have raising my heir,” he said placing a gentle kiss to the top of her stomach before standing up and doing the very same and kissing her lips. “Forget who you once were now Belle, because as my lady, you’ll learn to never bend your head for anyone.”
Her heart was beating hard and fast, but it was due to happiness. She took his hand, nodding positively, knowing there was a whole future ahead that she couldn’t quite wait to begin.
“I’m ready.”
“Good, I’m too.”
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rain (reddie) ch. 1
Type: Series
Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.
Pairing(s): Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly
Word count: 2.2k
Chapter Warnings: Your heart might hurt a little
A/N: I’ve written two one shots so far and people seem to like them, so I thought I’d try my hand at a full blown fic. I hope it takes off, because I have some great ideas for this. If you’d like to be updated with the tagging system on possible future chapters, just let me know! Oh, and the losers are around 27 years of age to help out a bit. There will be some stenbrough and benverly involved, but it’ll mostly center around reddie.
Also, big shout out to @r-u-reddie for being the beta of this fic. Without Rose, this shit would’ve been hella bad. She went the whole nine yards in being a beta, so she deserves major credit for this chapter and the next chapters to come. @reddie-asheck did a bit of beta-ing for the first half of the chapter, so they deserve a shout out as well!
One last thing before I shut my mouth - The song I listened to to get into the mood for tihs chapter is Happier by Ed Sheeran. Enjoy guys!
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“Richie, are you here?”
A trembling, but soft sigh sounded past the blue tinted lips of Eddie Kaspbrak as he closed the wooden door behind him, visibly wincing at the squeaking sounds of his sneakers as they collided with the hardwood floor beneath him.
It was raining. Hard. His previously dry jacket was now soaked to the point that his once-dry clothes took a heavy hit as well.
This caused Eddie’s body to tremble like an autumn leaf, but the immense relief he felt once walking into the warm apartment helped to curb the effect a bit.
“Richie? Did you fall asleep in my bed again?” Eddie called out once more, carefully removing his shoes before walking further inside of his small abode.
There wasn’t much to his apartment; it unfortunately lacked space. It contained one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen/living room that shared the same area. In fact, the common area wasn’t too much bigger than his room, but that was fine to him. He had what he needed. Besides, living in New York meant that any decent apartment would cost a fortune.
He had done his best to make it his own by using subtle, but neat decorations to line his walls and inexpensive furniture in hopes of not making it too cluttered.
After grabbing a towel to dry himself off with, running it over his curls, Eddie walked over to his bedroom to see if his theory was correct. However, a deep frown began to settle on his face when he found both his bed and bedroom empty.
‘Where the hell is he?’ Eddie thought to himself, trying not to become worked up over his boyfriend’s absence.
The first thing he did was try to call Richie a few times once he got off of work. All of the calls went straight to voicemail, which made him a little nervous, but Eddie wasn’t too stressed about it. He knew that sometimes Richie forgot to charge his phone and tended to be irresponsible with handling it.
That was when he did the next best thing, and he checked Richie’s apartment, which was across town from his. His boyfriend’s apartment was slightly more spacious than his, but both of them still preferred to spend more time at his apartment because Richie’s apartment was always a wreck.
This too failed, but he knew he had one more destination to check on before beginning to worry, which was to go back to his own apartment. That, obviously, had failed, too.
Eddie honestly thought that Richie might have been over, given by that god awful smell of cigarette smoke that hit him once he walked inside. His apartment would only smell that way if Richie was over. But, alas, he could not find the curly-headed male anywhere.
“Fucking shit, Richie… now I have to go back out in this rain..” He grumbled to himself after changing out of his soaked work outfit into a fresh pair of jeans and a pastel polo shirt.
While changing, he had thought of one last place that his other half could be, and that was at the studio. Richie had been in a band since he was sixteen, and six years later, they were signed and had anticipated to have such an amazing sophomore album release that a headlining world tour could be on the table.
Eddie was so proud of how far Richie had come, but he still wanted to knock his head off for worrying him.
Even though Richie could be irresponsible, it was unlike him to leave Eddie wondering of his whereabouts. He was trying hard not to jump to the worst conclusions, but the unusual lack of communication had his mind racing: What if Richie got hurt? What if he was lying somewhere dying, breathing his very last breath all alone?
He quickly shook those thoughts from his head, releasing a shuddering breath. He couldn’t think like that. Richie had to be okay.
Walking through the living room, Eddie was moving towards the front door until he saw something on the side table next to his small loveseat. He knew his apartment, and that hadn’t been there before.
His brow furrowed once he stopped in front of the table, curious fingers reaching down to grab a white piece of paper sitting there, the bottom corner charred a brown, ugly color - Richie.
As his eyes read over what he identified as a letter, his grip tightened on the paper so much that his knuckles began to turn white. The paper began to shake along with his hands the longer his eyes scanned the contents of the letter, his stomach having completely bottomed out.
No. This was not happening. His eyes had to be deceiving him.
Once Eddie finished reading the entirety of the note, his hands finally released its hold, allowing the paper to fall as it gently floated back and forth until the floor took it.
His shaking hands remained raised in shock, tears burning in his eyes. He had been completely unaware of his hyperventilating until he found that he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t fucking breathe.
He needed his inhaler. Fuck, where did he put his goddamn inhaler?
“Dear Eds,
How was work today? I hope it was okay. I know sometimes it’s rough for you at the children’s hospital, but I know you love it, Baby Boy.”
Eddie raced across the room to his bedroom (nearly tripping on his coffee table in the process), ripping his closet door open and rummaging through its contents.
He. Couldn’t. Breathe.
“I wanted to say this to you in person, but I knew the second I saw your beautiful eyes and that cute smile, I would be done for. I had to do it this way. I hope you understand.”
Tears streamed down Eddie’s cheeks as he tried to breathe, but the air would not fill his lungs and filter back out as CO2 like normal. He needed his inhaler. Pushing one box to the side, he quickly began to rummage through another.
“I have to leave. I can’t do this relationship anymore. Fuck, I know it’s gonna sound so cliche, but it’s not you. God, I swear to fuck it’s not you, Eds. You’re so fucking perfect. I loved you.”
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Eddie found his older inhaler. Frantically, the male pulled the cap off and pressed the opening to his lips. After inhaling the puffs of rather gross tasting water, he collapsed to the ground, sobs freely falling past his trembling lips. How could he go on after this?
“I hope you don’t hate me for this. If you do, I wouldn’t blame you. I left the key you gave me on the counter. Good luck, Eddie. I want your life to be filled with so much joy.
- Love, Richie”
Only one sentence kept repeating through Eddie’s brain as he sat on his bedroom floor, his sobbing having turned to gut-wrenching wailing.
I loved you.
—
Eddie stretched his arms out as he waited in the airport for Mike Hanlon, enjoying the beams of sunlight hitting his pale skin and the warm weather of Hawaii.
He had never been to Hawaii before, but he guessed that it was time to try something new.
In front of him, a tawny Honda CR-V pulled up. A giant smile graced Eddie’s features as he recognized the driver behind the wheel. However, he did not recognize the beautiful woman sitting next to the driver.
“Eddie! It’s so good to see you!”
The last time Eddie saw Mike Hanlon was over a year ago. It seemed like every time he saw the other male, he somehow looked as if he hadn’t aged a year. He looked great. Anyone who looked over him could tell that he liked to go to the gym, his muscles flexing behind the white tank top he wore as he moved in to hug Eddie.
Eddie easily returned the gesture, a small laugh falling past his lips at the feel of Mike’s full beard scratching and tickling the skin of his cheek. “Nice to see you too, Mikey. I feel like you get a least an inch taller every time I see you.” Eddie teased.
“Or maybe you’re just getting shorter, Eddie.” Mike joked back.
After they pulled back from the warm embrace, Mike stepped to the side to reveal the woman who had been in the passenger seat.
“This is my girlfriend, Whitney.” Up close, she looked much prettier than she did at a distance; freckled skin, the greenest eyes Eddie had ever witnessed in his life, hair darker than night, and a warm smile that made him understand immediately why Mike would like her.
Before he could speak up and introduce himself, she was talking. “Nice to meet you, Eddie. I heard great things about you.” He blinked in surprise when she pulled him into a hug, but after the shock subsided, he hesitantly returned the gesture, which made Mike laugh out loud.
“Come on, let’s get back to the hotel. The others are waiting for us!”
—
On the whole way to the hotel, Eddie worked himself up into a nervous bundle. He did his best to keep up with the small talk Mike and Whitney were throwing at him, but his mind wasn’t quite there. All he could think about was one thing.
One person, really.
He had been distracted with his thoughts all the way from getting out of the car to walking inside of the hotel. What snapped him out of it was hearing his name being called multiple times from the center of the hotel.
“You made it!”
Soon, he was being enveloped in more warm embraces from his friends that he hadn’t seen in quite a while.
First was Beverly, who was glowing like an angel as she grinned and pulled him in for a tight hug. Afterwards was Ben, his strong arms tugging him into a bear hug that had him playfully gasping out an ‘I can’t breathe!’
Stan Uris gave him a smile that he couldn’t help but return, a teasing handshake from Stan turning into hug.
By the time Bill was pulling him into a hug, Eddie was practically putty in his arms. He hadn’t realized just how much he actually missed his best friends.
“Congratulations, Bev and Ben!” Eddie exclaimed after pulling back from Bill, grinning at the two lovebirds who seemed to be attached at the hip.
“Thanks, Eddie! Did you have a good flight?” Bev asked curiously.
“Well, let’s see. A trip across the continental US with only one stop and extreme turbulence.” He paused, with a mischievous smile, “In other words, it was perfect.”
That brought about laughter, but once it died down, he suddenly remembered why he had been nervous in the first place. Richie.
His heart leapt up into his mouth at the thought, but before he could tentatively ask where the other male was, he was interrupted by a loud yell that had all of them turning to find the source.
“Get the hell away from my bar!”
“Sheesh, it was a joke. How about you laugh a little, sweetheart?”
Eddie’s heart leaped once again at that voice.
His voice.
His eyes finally found him, watching the giraffe of a man stumble his way over and laughing while the bartender behind the counter glared daggers at him.
Eddie’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he could physically feel the pulsing all the way in his right temple at the sight of his ex-lover. He felt like he could pass out any second.
The rest of the Losers seemed to grow quiet as Richie finally made it over, a martini glass perched in his hand.
“Some people don’t know how to take a joke, I’ll tell ya. It was like she was saying “beep, beep, Richie!” without–” Eddie felt his face light up once he finally made eye contact with the boy he hadn’t seen in over five years.
The first thing he noticed was his eyes. He could tell that Richie traded in his spectacles for contacts, even though he swore he would wear glasses forever just to be an outlier.
The second thing he noticed was Richie’s hair. The curls were just as he remembered - wild and untamed. Except, they were a bit longer than he remembered. Many people had told Richie that he needed a haircut, but Eddie liked his longer hair.
The third thing he noticed was the tattoos. Part of him was shocked by this new addition, but the other part wasn’t shocked by the nerdy themes that were etched permanently on Richie’s skin.
He watched Richie visibly swallow, before Richie finally spoke to him for the first time in five years.
“Oh, uh.. Hey, Eds.”
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