“Jude,”
A small finger prods my cheek. My Forehead. My chin. “Jude. Jude. Judie.” I groan and pull the duvet over my face to stop the sun from searing my eyeballs.
My voice is hoarse, “Did you open the blinds?”
“It’s eight. You’re supposed to get up.”
“God, why?”
My sister repeatedly slaps my head through the covers, “There’s no baguette.”
“No baguette?” What is she talking about? “Ivy, stop, stop,” I grab her little wrist and pull it away from me, awake now and not pleased about it. “Why did you come in here, huh? You’re not supposed to come into my room.”
She whips her arm out of my grip, “But it’s eight,” She says, “and there's no baguette left.”
“Oh, for breakfast,” I rub sleep from my eyes, “Okay yeah, I get it. We’re out of bread.”
“You have to go to the bakery before they all sell out. All the old grannies get there first and they buy up the baguettes,” She throws herself down at the foot of my bed and kicks her feet up in the air. She’s dressed herself already, I see, in scruffy clothes that she’s usually only allowed to wear when she’s staying home. “And I think I feel like a chocolate croissant today.”
“A chocolate one? Since when are you a spoiled little brat?”
She sticks her tongue out, “Uh! You always sneak me a chocolate one when mom and dad are away.”
She’s right, I was just teasing. “Okay, get out of my room and wait for me, I need to get changed.”
She runs obediently out while I drag myself out of bed and into yesterday’s shorts, cursing every other teenage boy who will get to sleep in until midday and beyond today, blissfully free of all responsibility and all little sisters. And Jen too, in the guest room next door, probably sleeping soundly and won’t have to deal with anything like this, and will run free all summer, sleeping under the same roof with different rules to the ones I must adhere to.
It’s a bright morning. The tide is in and the air is salty and fresh as seagulls circle over the strand. The beach cleaners are always out at this time, in their high visibility jackets and yellow rubber gloves plucking up the debris left over from yesterday's holiday makers. Ivy skips alongside me with her worn out sandals crunching on the sand that’s blown in over the ground, gleefully kicking the fallen palm fronds over into the low stone wall that borders the path.
“What are you so happy about?” I say accusingly, though her joy is unfortunately contagious.
“Everything. I’m going to kids club and it’s sunny today and mom and dad are working in Dublin for the whole week and I’m getting a chocolate croissant,” She sings that last word with glee and skips and spins ahead of me, flapping her arms around with free, unfettered delight like she could take off and fly.
“C’mon, you’re hyper. Save some energy for the club. What are you going to be doing today anyway? Art or sports?”
“Yesterday was sport. We did dodgeball but with those soft, squishy balls.”
“The foam ones?”
“Yeah, and one of the boys took a bite out of one of them, it was disgusting.”
I laugh, “You know I used to take bites out of them too.”
She comes back and gives me a slap in the thigh, “You’re a smelly, disgusting boy too, then.”
“Yeah, I am, but I don’t care. Foam has an interesting texture, huh?”
“No it doesn’t, and it’s filthy and it’s all rolled all over the floor and had dirty old hands all over it.”
I shrug, when I was a child the last thing I cared about was whose dirty hands touched what, nothing like Ivy. I shoved everything I could find in my mouth with abandon, I didn't care. Honestly I still don’t really care, because at this point I’ve put the kinds of filthy, unregulated things into my mouth that make a foam dodgeball seem gourmet. “So if you did sports yesterday, does that mean you’re doing art today?”
“Yep.”
From where we stand in the queue outside the bakery, the smell of fresh bread and buttery pastry floats right toward us and makes my stomach growl, “So what do you think you’ll be doing?”
“I don’t know.”
“What would you like to do?”
“Well… once, in school, we did paper weaving.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
She looks at me incredulously, “You know what paper weaving is.”
“No, I don’t.”
A scoff, “You already know everything about art, so you definitely know about this.”
“Well let's pretend I don’t and you can tell me about it.”
And she does, she goes into incredible detail while we wait, and then I buy a baguette and three chocolate croissants, one for Jen, and I get Ivy some juice for the hell of it and a coffee for me even though I’m not sure if it’s coffee I like or the idea of it.
I’m happy to let her talk like that. It fills a gap, and I like it, because when she’s talking so much it means that she’s comfortable and not conscious about annoying our parents or saying something that they think is silly. I want her to be silly. It’s what seven year olds are.
Back at the beach house I even put on music while I make some breakfast, Low by Flo Rida, because our mom hates music like this and always turns the radio off when it comes on, which is all the time lately because it’s plagued the charts for months.
“How can she have apple bottom jeans and baggy sweatpants?” Ivy wonders as she munches on her buttered baguette.
“I guess she has four legs,” I say, and she flinches as I try to grab her nose, “you shouldn’t be listening to the words of this song anyway, they’re for adults.” Last week she asked me what ‘promiscuous’ meant after I let her listen to Nelly Furtado and then I had to pretend I couldn’t find it in the dictionary.
“Why? Because of her big bum?”
“Ivy!”
The boat club is busy that morning with hoards of parents leaving their children at the kids club. Children and parents and me, a sixteen year old brother. I feel self conscious as we wait to sign her in.
“Good morning Ivy,” the activity leader beams down at her with a toothy grin, “Where’s mammy today?”
“Home in Dublin. She’s working.”
“And daddy?” I want to laugh at the absurd impression this woman has that our dad has done anything meaningful or useful for either of us in his life.
“He has to work too.”
“They’re very busy,” I explain, “They usually need to be at home during the summer for several weeks on and off so I’m just stepping in for now.”
“Well lucky that they have you to take care of it all.”
Yes. Lucky me. I pass Ivy off to her and wave goodbye, and as I’m making my way back towards the exit I pass the dining room. I stop and peer through the door curiously, just in case, and alas, in the bright sunlight from the windows, the sound of cutlery and glass and the smell of breakfast in the air, she crosses the room, a flash of blonde in tight black clothes.
“Hi, Clóda.” I say. I’ve caught her off guard.
“Jesus chr- Hello,” She puts the tray she was holding onto an empty table with a clatter and tucks the two front strands of her hair behind her ears. “Where did you come from?”
“I was bringing my sister to the kids club.”
“That’s nice of you.”
I shrug, “I like to give my parents a break from parenting sometimes.” I peer into the chaos behind her, “You busy?”
“Yes, I-” She turns around anxiously, “It’s very busy at breakfast time.”
“Okay well I’ll leave you alone then.”
“No, I-”
I stop, and she pats her silky hair, twisted into a bun at the top of her head, “Are you hanging out on the beach later?”
“Uh, no.”
“Oh right, well, that’s fine then I was just-”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” I interject quickly, “I’m just looking after my sister all week while my parents are away, I can’t really leave her alone at night or anything so I won’t really be around.”
She blinks, “Your parents left you alone for a week?”
“Yeah they always do that,” I say casually, “It’s fine. Jen is staying with us so sometimes she helps, but actually, no, mostly she doesn’t, which is fair enough.” I move away from the door to let a patron pass by and Clóda comes to lean with me against the wall, “But if you like, and it’s not weird for you you could always come over and babysit with me sometime.”
“How old is your sister?”
“She’s seven.”
“Cute.”
“She’s not cute, she’s a brat, but she goes to bed at half past eight, so,” I shrug, again, attempting to be cool and casual, and it seems to be working because Clóda is blushing now. “If you’re free tonight? We can watch a film, or… something…” I trail off, privately delighted by her pretty smile, evidence that she’s forgiven me for not touching her boob last week. Maybe I’ll remedy that tonight if she gives me another chance.
There’s a man behind the bar watching us now, “Clóda,” he says sharply, “you have to work faster, get busy please.”
“Oh, um,” She wipes her hands on her trousers and reaches around awkwardly to retrieve her tray. “That’s my dad. He gets annoyed when I chat too much. Especially to… non-customers.”
I grin at the older man and wiggle my fingers at him while he practically snarls, his face jowled like a bulldog. “Nine?” I say to Clóda.
“Yeah, I’ll try.” And she’s gone.
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she looked amazing (jaeun)
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summary: the moment jake sim’s eyes landed onto ivy in i-land, he knew she’d be the one. well he admired her before that went downhill and feelings were involved
NOTE: jake and ivy started dating around after drunk-dazed promotions. jake got to know of jay's relationship because they were roomies so it was obvious there was something going on between them.
italics is them speaking in english
— "something about her eyes. it was capturing. it could hypnotize anyone and put them under a spell. something told me that me and her would definitely get along."
this was something i-lander jake mentioned in his interview. it was true, ivy and jake became friends really quickly. they were an interesting duo.
the i-landers used to call them the prince and princess duo. for one, jake looked like prince charming and ivy well she was already known as a princess by many trainees.
they captured anyone with their charms. jake's was more playful and innocent while ivy's was more alluring and a little seductive. they were different and that made them even closer. ivy once mentioned in her interview that jake has always captured her attention. he reminded her of when she first started off. she had been training in the company for so long and seeing jake reminded her all of her hard work.
she fell first, it was true. she never mentioned it but everyone could see it. the gaze she has when she looks over at him. it was admiration, sure but behind that was also something more. ivy was scared at first but she embraced that and look where she is now, she has 2 boyfriends but soon she'd more.
"jay, have you seen my-" jake gasps.
jake stood right at the door to his shared bedroom. ivy and jay were kissing. well, were kissing. they were now on opposite ends of jay's bed. jake's jaw drops.
"you two-" he looks at both jay and ivy. "does anyone know about this?"
"heeseung hyung knows. he and i are also...ivy's boyfriend." jay says.
"oh. that's good for you. i'll get going, sorry to disturb you both." jake says attempting to hide how hurt he was feeling. jake shuts the door.
"noona, i think you should go talk to him." jay suggests. ivy nods. she goes to look for jake but he wasn't around. she spots heeseung.
"seungie, have you seen jake?"
"umm, i think he went to the convenience store downstairs? he never really said anything and just zoomed past me. i heard the door shut so i assumed he went to buy something."
"fuck..." ivy sighs. ivy puts on her slippers and leaves the dorm. she rushes to find jake but he wasn't at the convenience store. she sighs. when she comes back to the dorm, she notices the stairwell. she pushes the door slightly open. she spots jake's slumped over figure.
"jaeyun." ivy says. jake looks back, ivy notices the teary stained eyes adorning his face. "did you cry? oh my god, i'm so sorry." ivy settles next to the boy, checking up on his face and wiping the tears that stained his cheeks. she felt bad for making him cry. jake sniffles.
"noona." ivy looks at the boy. "be honest, have you ever thought of me as more than a friend?"
"oh jaeyun." ivy pouts, "if you say that you are going to make me cry. i like you too much, wayyyy more than a friend could ever like someone."
"then what about heeseung hyung and jay?"
"we are dating. i like them too and i like you."
"what about sunghoon, the younger members?"
"i like them too."
"more than friends?"
"i like you all. might be able to say i love you guys too." ivy boops jake's nose. he scrunches his face. "so don't cry okay? if you cry, you'll make me sad." jake nods.
"noona, am i your boyfriend now?"
"do you want to be my boyfriend?" jake nods again. ivy giggles. "then you are my boyfriend."
"then can i have a-" ivy pecks jake's lips.
"you are too cute for this cruel world, jaeyun." ivy pats the boy's head. jake hides his face at the crook of ivy's neck. ivy holds him.
"noona?"
"yeah?"
"i want another kiss."
"jaeyun, just kiss me."
which was what jake did, he kissed ivy right on the lips and he enjoyed every second of it.
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Bitty Outfits I Totally Want To Hack for AG
Let’s start off with what inspired me to go down the bitty rabbit hole…
Now this stock image really doesn’t do the outfit justice, and if I had only seen the stock image, I probably wouldn’t be interested in the outfit. However, looking at listings on Mercari, the sleeves of this dress are flared, which gives it a vintage-y mini dress vibe. I could totally see Evette rocking this outfit.
Bitty has such good pajamas, and I am notoriously picky about my dolls’ pajamas. Don’t get me wrong, I love the historical nightgowns, but white gets so boring after a while. It’s also really annoying to edit. I’d probably put MG in the purple pajamas, Melody in the green, and Ruthie or Elizabeth in the pink satin.
I’ve already seen people use the Birthday Skirt Outfit for Maryellen and Kit, and I’m so JELOUS. The Bitty Brocade outfit is also giving big Maryellen vibes, and the Beachcomber top and pants would be such good historical staples (that aren’t super duper girly).
These are all outfits I want for Ivy. I’ve seen others dress her in the Harvest Plaid Set already, and she’s so adorable. She totally rocks autumnal colours.
Why hasn’t AG made Maryellen or Emily, or even Lanie a raincoat dress? I don’t know, but it’s a CRIME. Also, the green Sunday best jacket could totally be hacked to make a trendy raincoat or blazer for AGs.
This is more of a random amalgamation of outfits, but imagine Blaire or (take a shot every time I say Maryellen) Maryellen in the Bitty Blooms outfit!! And I love the jumper dress in the Fourth of July set- I’m surprised we never really saw that silhouette appear in 18 inch size. The Tropical Skirt set gives me Kanani and Lea vibes. And surprisingly, I don’t mean Lea vibes as an insult this time.
The Springtime Set would be perfect on Ruthie or Blaire, and the Tea Party Jumper Set would be so cute when paired with the Woodland Fairy Costume. The Circus Set is just cool. And I work for the circus.
Ending off on a strong note with these three. I immediately imagined Mia in the Winter Play Outfit, and the Strawberry Set on Grace or Maryellen. The Prairie Dress Outfit is another cute outfit I’ve seen appearing on Ivy, but is the same print as the Prairie Tunic Outfit, which is why it didn’t appear earlier with all the other Ivy outfits. I didn’t want it to be monotonous.
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