#i also wrote 90% of this when i was wine drunk and sad

[fromherlips]

you’re gonna live forever in me

did y’all REALLY think my ass wasn’t going to do something for this? i remember thinking that 2019 was so far away when i finished ‘in your atmosphere’ and now it’s here and i’m here and we’re here and i can’t believe that time has passed like this. in full disclosure: this is completely self-indulgent. i haven’t written anything in almost a year but i couldn’t resist. so, here we are, pals. many, many years later. happy end of nyfw!

New York Fashion Week was a spectacle that Eva had dreamed about since she was a kid. Growing up, it was a week long event she strived to be a part of, someway, somehow. She wanted to live and breathe the same air as the editors and buyers, cramped in the corner in standing room only or sat in the frow, brushing shoulders with fashion’s elite. It happened twice a year and determined trends, styles, moods, personalities, and so much more.

Eva’s first fashion week was just two weeks after she moved to the city. She didn’t know a single soul, but went to shows to cover for her boss, an influencer with enough clout to land her in the front row. Eva sat rows behind, not important enough to land a coveted seat, but she was just happy to be there. Things were different now. Seats were filled by Instagram following and not status in the industry, but she was stuck in the whirlwind of Manhattan (despite subletting a closet-less room in Crown Heights). Eva was left taking notes on her phone, geared up to write a review for her boss’ blog after their next show, typing furiously on her outdated iPhone (by New York standards) in the back of a luxury Lyft while they carted off to the next show.

By the end of her first day carting around from show to show and trying to keep up with her new boss who didn’t talk very much–not even on her Instagram Stories–but seemed to know anyone and everyone at the shows and events they attended, Eva was exhausted. She collapsed onto her stiff mattress, the cheapest she could find on Wayfair without blowing through the meager savings she had from college, too tired to go to the fridge to get water and heat up the pasta she had made the night before, and too burnt out to talk to her roommates who were perched on the couch watching whatever they were binging on Netflix at the time.

With her clothes still on, Eva rested her hand on her cheek, careful not to transfer any makeup onto her comforter. She squeezed her eyes shut, the feeling she’d been trying to suppress for months creeping up. It came to her in the moments when her guard was down, when she was too tired to fight the thoughts that plagued her mind. But in her moments of weakness, her mind always traveled back to the moment in his bedroom, both crumpled on the floor, sobbing like they’d never sobbed before. Back to the green-eyed, floppy-haired boy with tattoos scattered across his skin, the same skin her fingers had skimmed over, the same skin she felt beneath her, on top of her. Back to the person she loved the most in this world, the only person she wanted to curl up next to after a long day.

Harry was everywhere. There were the obvious places. On the radio when she took cars with her boss (she couldn’t afford them on her own), playing when she browsed through stores while she tried to make friends, on posters around the city promoting their newest single, one that Eva couldn’t bear to listen to anymore. He was in the Chloe perfume she kept on her nightstand, in the threads of her Wildfox sweatpants she debated on donating before she moved, in the sketchbooks she hadn’t touched since she moved. Harry was everything and then he was nothing and Eva was the only person to blame.

She hated that word, blame. But what else was she supposed to call it? She knew it was for the best, somewhere deep down within herself, even if she couldn’t recognize it anymore. But knowing it was right didn’t make it less painful. Knowing it was right didn’t make the image of his face, puffy and red and damp with tears, disappear from her memory. It didn’t make her stop missing him. It didn’t change anything, but it kept her hopeful, even if it didn’t feel that way most of the time.

Eva felt sad and lost and lonely and like she was failing at everything she set out to accomplish. She wanted New York City more than anything she wanted in this entire life. But she knew it wouldn’t be easy. So she cried into her brand new sheets after her first day of New York Fashion Week. She cried for Harry, she cried for herself, she cried for the unknown.

That was the last time she had cried during Fashion Week. Her life in New York still brought her to tears, but she was starting to learn that it was normal in her twenties and the breakdown she had during her fifth month living in the city was a right of passage that she accomplished early on. It took her six months to feel okay with herself, but not once did she doubt the decision she had made to move. She knew the city would knock her on her ass, both figuratively and literally (tequila, stilettos, and cobblestone in Soho don’t mix), but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

By her second spring/summer fashion week the next year, Eva felt confident in herself, in her work, in who she was becoming. She sketched more, she made friends, she invested in a mattress topper to make her sleep schedule less painful. She had also started dating a model (unplanned) who lived near her office (convenient) and had blonde hair and brown eyes and not a single tattoo anywhere on his body. She thought she had loved Paul but when they broke up ten months later because of distance (the irony didn’t miss her), Eva didn’t cry, didn’t dwell, didn’t spend months wondering if it was the wrong choice. She wasn’t angry or hurt or confused, she just felt lonely again in the big city, something easily solvable by brunch, happy hour, or casual movie nights with friends.

By fashion week in 2019, Eva had been in the city for over three years and was still settling into her position at Milly. She loved working as an assistant and adored styling for the now defunct print magazine that likely still owed her some money, but being a design assistant at Milly was everything she could have asked for as a 25 (going on 26) year-old. She was still close with Jillian and her old boss, which is how she somehow managed to score an invite to a Conde Nast party on the second night of fashion week.

She had gotten a dress lent from a PR company thanks to Jill and somehow managed to figure out her hair and makeup on her own. Eva painted her lips with crimson red, a stark contrast from the cobalt blue of her dress and white frothy collar adorning her neck. She’d slicked her hair back for ease (and because it was admittedly a bit dirty), hoping it would stay in place throughout the night so she wouldn’t nervously play with it. She wasn’t sure what to expect from the party aside from free food and drinks and hopefully some entertainment.

Eva spent the first hour wandering around with a glass of champagne in her hand, making eye contact with people she vaguely knew from other events or photoshoots but didn’t speak to out of fear of conversational rejection, something she knew well from living in Los Angeles for so long. It didn’t bother her, she liked the people watching and was just happy to be there, truthfully.

A seemingly familiar face caught her eye, but she figured she was just seeing things. Forever a lightweight, she was already two glasses of champagne deep on an almost empty stomach and was seeing things. Hallucinating. It could have been anybody.

She switched to water and grabbed a few hors d'oeuvres, silently chewing in the corner of the space while she tried to sober up. This wasn’t the night for reminiscing. This was a Conde-fucking-Nast New York Fashion Week Party, for gods sake.

At least half an hour had passed and Eva had made the rounds again after meeting up with Jillian and one of her industry friends for a legitimate conversation on Fashion Week plans and not something superficial (which was gratefully appreciated after her years of fashion week attendance). She was in search of another drink now that she was sure she was done seeing things.

Unfortunately, Eva couldn’t make it to one of the waiters making the rounds before she saw the familiar face again. This time, she couldn’t blame it on the alcohol because she knew it was real. He was alone now, swirling what was left in his champagne glass. He looked the same, yet entirely different, and Eva felt transported to a different time. A time when he was hers and she was his and they were tangled underneath the sheets of her bed in that shitty Los Angeles apartment that was too small for her and her things and their makeshift life together.

She felt nauseous then sad then nauseous again. Was the room spinning? It felt like it was spinning. She wondered if this moment would ever happen, if fate would put the two of them back in the room together (even if fate went by the name of Niall, her meddling friend that wanted his power couple back together). She even thought about what she might say–what she might do–if she was put into this situation. But now she was here in a pretty dress and wanted to bolt as far away from the boy whose heart she broke so many years ago, the boy who wrote a Grammy nominated album on how she’d ripped his heart out, the boy who probably deserved better but also needed to grow up.

Despite the fear and nausea, Eva felt herself walking towards the person she’d never thought she would see again. Did he see her? She thought he looked her way, but he didn’t start sprinting so maybe he’d looked right past her. She was still the same Eva, but her hair was shorter and her cheeks more angular. But then she could see his eyes fixated on her, watching her as she maneuvered through the party guests that seemed to gather in his atmosphere.

She didn’t have a line planned. Was she just going to say “hi” or “hello” or just silently stare and hope that was a sufficient greeting? This worried her as she approached him, her feet planting straight in front of the boy she used to love.

“Eva,” he said, no greeting required. “What’re you...hi.”

She tucked a rogue curl behind her ear, sweeping it back from her chin.

“Harry,” she replied, her lips curling into a sweet smile. “Congrats on the new album coming out in a couple of months. It’s nice to see you back with the boys.”

Congrats on the new album? Is that all she could say?

“I...thank you,” he replied. “It’s nice to, erm, be back,” he told her.

“Right, I can imagine,” she said, her heart thumping harder in her chest. Was she okay? Or was seeing Harry after all these years setting her into panic mode? “You lads are close. But, I-uh...how’ve you been, Harry?”

How have you been? Are you serious, Eva? What the fuck, she thought.

“Same old,” he replied.”What about you? I didn’t, um, didn’t know you’d be here?”

She quirked her brow. “In New York or at the party?”

“The party,” he replied. “Niall...he told me you were here a while ago.”

She nodded. Niall was their unofficial liaison, it appeared.

“I saw that you moved here,” she said. “Those damn trending headlines. Niall mentioned it once or twice or a dozen times as well.”

“Just needed a change of pace,” he explained with a shrug. “I’ve always liked visiting, Figured there could be no harm in living here for a bit.

“It’s a good place to be,” she agreed.

She knew she was staring, but there was something so mesmerizing about Harry. She was no stranger to his good looks and undeniable charm. The thing about Harry was that she still saw him everywhere. She saw his many haircuts, his new tattoos, the shift in his style. She saw his attempt to grow facial hair and the 90s haircut and the mismatched rings adorned on his fingers. But she still took the time to study his face and take him in for all that he was, finally in front of her after all of those years.

It didn’t escape Eva that this was how they first met. Well, kind of. He was drunk and slurring but still trying to be as helpful as he could be. Eva was burnt out and fighting imposter syndrome, wondering what this pop star was doing talking to her in the room full of people who were infinitely more interesting than she was. But now she was drunk (or at least buzzed) standing in front of the same boy in his pastel blue pants and ruffled shirt for the first time since that night in his bedroom, the night that changed everything for them, whether she liked it or not.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been staring, but Eva snapped out of her daze when she heard Harry speak again.

“Coffee,” he said, beginning to play with the rings on his fingers.

“Coffee?” she asked.

“I mean...we should get coffee. Or smoothies. Or…” he stammered, letting his voice trail off.

“I’m pretty busy this week,” she replied.

“Fuck, right,” he swore. “Fashion week...you’re right.”

“But give me your new number and I’ll let you know when I’m free when this week from hell ends,” she added quickly, fishing her phone out of her clutch. She tapped her feet nervously while Harry typed his number in. Niall had tried giving it to her but she didn’t trust herself with it. She’d have one too many drinks and say things she didn’t mean. Or worse, she’d let it sit and rot in her contacts, too afraid of what could happen.

Eva wanted to linger in his presence, soaking up every last second of his aura. But instead, she slipped her clutch back underneath her arm, taking two steps backwards as she waved goodbye, faintly smiling at the boy in front of her.

“Good luck, Ev,” he told her as she walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

It felt like she was walking through a daydream. She could barely register anything around her. She merely grabbed another glass of champagne, pressing the glass against her lips and leaving a deep red stain in its place. She found a semi-abandoned corner of the room, sipping slowly while she tried to process the moment. It was short, no longer than five minutes, but it felt as if she had been standing in front of Harry for a lifetime.

For so long, she wondered what she would say to him, what she would do, how she would feel. But nothing could prepare her for the actual moment when their lives collided again, intersecting like they had when they were nineteen and drunk and tired and two entirely different people. 

Their moment was over, but it didn’t feel as such. She felt something in the pit of her stomach, albeit faint, but it was there. It very well could have been the champagne, or hope, or a combination of both. Harry Styles had managed to orbit back into her life, or hers into his, but this time it felt different. She felt different. And that had to mean something.

#i'm a self indulgent piece of shit #i also wrote 90% of this when i was wine drunk and sad #a recipe for disaster #anyways hi guys i'm going to lay down and watch one tree hill now and outfit plan #iya

[shardminds]

i’m watching the dust storm and drinking wine (liveblogging below the cut)

fuck colin with long hair and long beard haha nope 2 seconds in and i already had to pause. LOOK AT HIM! LOOK! 

i have no pics to offer but i love him? i love this colin. brennan? i can’t remember. he’s so cute. look at HIM! LOOK! look at him! HE’S SINGING AND IM GOING TO CRY

sorry but? who allowed him to be so talented? what? and look so good whilst also looking like he hasn’t had a shower in years?

SEVEN YEARS LATER? clean-shaven!!!!! hello!!!!! i have a lot of emotions. and colin is most of them. with a name like brennan, i half expected him to be irish. 

OH GOD SHE’S... oh brennan, oh honey. brennan is cute i’m sad i love him

i don’t know who nora is but i sense a lot of tension there– oh that’s why.

OH SHE’S THERE AND HE’S THERE AND!!!!! !!!! BRENNAN!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!  HIS CUTE FACE!!! i want to cry and i love him. TELL HIM YOU WERE ENGAGED, NORA! TELL HIM!

“i’ve seen your facebook!” “we’re not friends...” big mood

he’s so cute LOOK AT HIM. oh he’s going to miss his flight. i also want to do shots with colin, enchanted 3 baybeeeeeee!

nora... babe... why are you... not picking up on... any cues... 

“i didn’t breathe for a minute.” “I’m glad you didn’t die.” wow... same

oh he’s for real gonna miss his flight. damn. 

OH HE SAW A PICTURE OF HER FIANCE(ex fiance? david? idk?)

nora... you’re somethin... for sure... 

THEY KISSED YIKES. O DAMN. DAMN. 

ok sex in the bathroom stall is a great idea! HAHAAHAHAHHAHAHA fuck i’ve seen gifs of this scene but aww actually it’s cute. 

ah her room is a mess because her fiance tore it up also brennan is cute and i’m overemotional. he’s also very drunk which i can relate to.

WHY ARE YOU SINGING. STOP I’M NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED. WHO ARE YOU. STOP IT.  he tucked her in and i’m weak.

AT WE SAW A GLIMPSE OF CHEST HAIR FOR A SECOND!!!!! suddenly i am alive.

when people say colin is benjamin button they really mean it like... damn he looks so young when he’s clean shaven... who are u. his face!!!!!! who!!!! thank u to mr and mrs o’donoghue for blessing us with this gift! 

this film makes me want to smoke 200 cigarettes and cry.

NORA STOP AVOIDING THE QUESTIONS

“do you want to... um... share some mozzarella sticks with me?” yes. 

LOOK AT HIS FACE! you can really see his cheek scar in this light.

He found a piano for her i love him HFeuhgufhiwefe i don’t know how to take the accent it isn’t great but it’s better than carrie pilby

ok so she’s playing the piano and that’s fine but brennan looks absolutely ENAMOURED. mate you’re getting in so deep there’s still just under an hour of this movie left and i’m EMOTIONAL at brennan’s face and how they cut to soft kisses yes thank you i love that for me i love this 

OK THEY’RE GONNA HAVE SEX ON THE PIANO FUCK ALRIGHT.

grammarly is going mad at me because i’m not capitalising anything or spelling anything right. 

OK THAT IS STRAIGHT UP PIANO SEX ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT OK ALRIGHT OK OK ALRIGHT OK OK ALRIGHT ALRIGHT OK NICE OK LOVE THAT OK I LOVE THAT FOR US OK NICE OK OK GREAT OK also he’s crying which is nice but also they’re straight up having sex on the piano and i love that for us nice thank you whoever wrote this for that kind of content 

ok but now nora seems not interested anymore and i’m sad because brennan is like heart eyes emoji why is she flirting with other people i mean– NO HE’S AT THE TABLE ON HIS OWN LOOK AT HIM HE’S SO CUTE NO BRENNAN I LOVE HIM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

“if we had a kid, what would we name it?” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa

i’ve got to the point where i cannot fully comprehend this movie... nora, you are looking for outs mate... stop stringing our guy brennan along. also brennan mate stop trying to pour all your feelings into another person. life aint work that way.

damn... nora are you ok???? SHE WOULDN’T HOLD HIS HAND... NORA... U OK?????? ok but nora what u doing... are u ok sis? are you??? 

i don’t even have anything else to say other than brennan is hot and nora is flirting with other guys and eeeeeee yikes. 

did she... in the bathroom... with that other dude???? yikes. oh she denying it. 

“THAT I LOVE YOU” shit okay brennan okay calm down.

O WAIT HIS WHOLE SPEECH THERE WHAT THE FUCK... at this point i am convinced that these two are not really meant to be together... and that’s probably the whole point of the movie.

ok but... he went back tho... also, the cuddling is cute. i’m here for that. 

is he really gonna do that... okay brennan... ok. you do that. you make that choice. 

ok but nora you need to find yourself sweetheart and not in someone else, same goes for brennan. you don’t need anyone else to complete you.

OK SO Y’ALL BOTH GONNA ACT LIKE LAST NIGHT DIDN’T HAPPEN? SURE! THAT’S HEALTHY! 

“did you just ask me to move in?” “yeah” colin’s cute whistle thank you The Dust Storm film. AAAA LOOK AT HIM PRETENDING TO PLAY THE UKELELE FUCK BRENNAN IS CUTE!!!!! 

Brennan said ‘Emily’ and i’m dead. More Wine Please!

okay but does she have a drinking problem because at this point most of their whole thing seems to be based around drinking together.  i also need a wee but i cannot go because Brennan is here being cute and asleep. colin’s abundance of bodyhair is so sos os ossosososososososososooososo lovely thank you to whatever genetic disposition blessed him with the gene that made him super hairy and you can quote me on that

oh nora honey

also brennan looking real hot here, looking real nice. i zoned out of what he said because he’s so 100% beautiful.

his accent is... not great. but i still love him. 

“STOP BEING A FUCKING PUSSY, BRENNAN!” love that for me. love this. 

damn they really are both leaning on alcohol as a crutch to their relationship. can’t relate *sips wine*

ahh hhhhh hh he’s so CUTE AAAAaAAAAAA aAAAAAAAAA  filming them kiss hello thanks for that content i love that for me. 

do people really use their phone at the urinal???? is that like... a thing??????

“in your next life who you coming back as?” “your boyfriend” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa AAAAAAAAAAA ah 

ok i need to wee PAUSE! 

UNPAUSE!

brennan is cute aaaa the filmed footage from the phone is so cute aaaaaaa fuck i’m emotional OH SHIT HER EX IS HERE... and she’s making brennan leave... damn... ok. oh and there’s his colleague and the escort from earlier on... ok... damn. “i don’t think i’ll be doing that steve.” BRENNAN!!!!!!! OH NO.

i wanna cry because i know brennan is gonna get his heart broken over this yikes i’m so sorry. OH HE’S GETTING INTO A FIGHT! ok

the pool screaming scene is a direct rip of perfect blue but it’s ok bc i love that film too. colin’s chest is too good to not be on show for 90% of his roles i’m sorry i don’t make the rules. 

this whole kid talk i’m sad. i don’t even want kids but like... brennan would try his best to be a good dad and i know this. 

why she putting out cigarettes on herself... that’s not good. i’ve done that... it’s not nice. nora and brennan, we need to get you both into a good therapist and get you talking about your problems and addressing them and coming to terms with them. 

damn, brennan singing is great thank you for sharing this with the world. also nora is going to cry and me too bitch me too.

MORE WINE.

i don’t even know how this movie ends but i know that i’m already sad with the anticipation. OH LOOK AT HIM PLAYING SONGS I N PLAID AND A BEANIE! 

oh... oh s he left in the night... nora... nora why... ok yeah we saw this coming it’s ok brennan we can work through it we got this. also that song at the end thank you colin for singing thank you cheers thanks thanks a million.

ok so i finished it and... brennan deserved better. 

i’m sorry to anyone that actually read through this whole thing. thanks though!

we need to protect brennan at all costs. 

#the dust storm #shards liveblogs #i have worked my way through my wine #i am sorry to anyone that reads this #it's... a lot #arguably too much

[hellolittleogre]

Billy Goody Jane Eyre AU

@lazaefair wrote a wonderful not!fic Billy x Goody Jane Eyre AU, which you can find here, and it was amazing and then my brain went but what if Goody was the mad wife in the attic? Because Wide Sargasso Sea is a thing. And then my brain went BOOM and spat this out.

Thank you @lazaefair for the inspiration, it was really fun writing this and I hope you don’t feel like I’m playing all over your sandbox.

The not!fic is under the cut because its a lot.

Soooooooo, it struck be that of course the real touchstone for this would not only be Jane Eyre, but also Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys about Bertha’s life before the attic, and the Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte, about a woman who marries for love but her husband is a abusive and a drunkard.

Goodnight is the rich spoiled son of a Creole family on Jamaica who runs away with his brother to fight in the America civil war (they have family in Louisiana), he admires his brother and has always done what his he did. The brother dies and Goody becomes a celebrated sharpshooter but still comes home a disgrace, fighting for the losing side,  severely traumatised and having made friends with Sam Chisholm a free black man, and with alarming notions about equality and slavery.

The family marries him off to Bouge as quick as they can with a fat dowry and no questions asked. (Same sex marriages exist with the proviso that the leading partner is allowed to have one official mistress in order to have an heir, or the couple can joint decide to adopt a child).

Bouge, a nouveau riche robber baron is at first elated over such a social coup, a status spouse, old money, beauty plus the official allowance to have a mistress in order to get an heir but soon he realises he has been cheated. Once the honeymoon is over and they have settled on his new estate in England he realises the extent of his mistake.

Goody is too frail, too obviously damaged to help him get ahead socially and it's a scandal to have a mad husband, can’t even fulfill his marriage duties because he is so mentally frail (Think pretty vulnerable Ethan Hawke in the mid 90s), Bouge finds this unacceptable.

Goodnight has written letters tightly to Sam during the first year as married, trying to put on a good front (elements of the Tenant of Wildfell hall), too proud to admit mistakes. He tries to have optimism, maybe Bouge will have a child and the act of raising it will bring them together. Surely Goody is just to sensitive to his meanness, tries to be a good partner but Bouge will have none of it.

Then he has a bad period and Bouge locks him away, writes to Sam and tells him Goody has asked him to cease writing it that his emotional state is too easily upset to undertake this task himself.  Sam insists that Goody writes and Bouge gets pretty nasty.

“If you knew how he begged me, your attentions upsets him and you are a constant reminder of his unhappy past. I would not be so I gentlemanly to make further reference to your history but cease this contact, if only for the sake of the one you profess to love so.”

Sam realises he has to play the long game.

Meanwhile Billy has grown up in an orphanage, the son of a woman who came to work as a servant to a British explorer. The man was working and collecting in China, and even managed to gain entry to Joseon, where he took the woman on as houskeeper. When his mother died the man took Billy in out of good will and when he suddenly died too, Billy was bundled along with the rest of his belongings to his family back in England. The family was expecting a white child and are besides themselves when Billy shows up, it might be implied that the explorer had fathered him (he hadn't, Billy had a very loving father who unfortunately also died. If anyone feels all this dying is unrealistic I would please refer you to Elizabeth Gaskell). Billy is pushed off as quick as they can to a school. He is very learned due to the old gentleman and becomes a very good student. When he is grown he advertises as a tutor. The boys home taught him how to fight, he makes two friends a brash Irish boy called Faraday, illegitimate child and Vasquez, nephew of some Spanish noblewoman married to an English lord (everyone’s an orphan! see: Gaskell)

Billy has been working  as a tutor for a while when he meets Bouge, he wants a governess for a little girl but changes his mind when he finds Billy.

Billy is curious as to why,  as it turn out Adele his ward is half Vietnamese, her mother a French-vietnamese dancer who used to be Bouge’s mistress and Bouge figures one Asian is as good as another.

Adele is as vain and silly as she is in the book and Billy kind of loves her. Her airy head has lots of space for learning. She speaks french and english in a charming unselfconscious mix and Billy was worried how they might talk to each other but in the end he finds that his old tutors were right, the language of arithmetic is universal.

She is not Bouge’s daughter, his mistress in Paris left him and he killed her new lover and stole her daughter to torment her. She is now destitute in Paris and he sends her letters now and then to remind her that her daughter is entirely at his mercy.

He tells Adele that her maman is dead,.

Billy hears somebody crying at night. Adele is terrified of the crying ghost but later calms down,  and when Billy asks after a couple of days she says the ghost is telling her fairy stories in French and he's not dangerous, only sad. Billy is kind of bewildered by this. Sees a man spying on him in the library, looks like nobody in the household.

Bouge has come back, Billy startles his horse, and he twists his ankle and Billy has to help him home, Bouge says that he owes him entertainment for being responsible for his incarceration. There is something hungry in how he looks at Billy. Sends for him in the evenings and talk to him.

Taunts Adele, Billy tries telling himself that it is playfully.  “that's how she charmed the money straight out of my pretty pocket”. Pinches her nose and cheeks just a little too hard

Billy is teaching Adele how to fight and Bouge watches them, silent and approving, eyes roving over Billy. Presses him a little. Mentions in passing that he is dependent on him, that without reference he would never be hired again, and then how will he live. No relations and no means?

Flirts a little and makes promises, comes down one evening with his face scratched, “by an owl” but you'd always be sweet to me? It makes Billy smile. It's nice to be wanted.

Billy hears the ghost crying at night, sees a white figure in the hallways.

Then as a cold shower Bouge invites a party of similarly ranked men, McCann and Denali, hints that he might be engaged to McCann. That he might ruin Billy and leave him on the street. Your reputation is in my hands, you can never leave me.

Billy meets the ghost man. Himself and Adele are exploring the garrets when he hears a voice singing a drinking song, they can't decide from where the sound is coming from but Adele is not afraid, it is the Goodnight man, he helps me sleep. He speaks French like maman.

Eventually Billy, pretty stiff with fear at this point though he would never admit it, finds a little crawl space that leads into another stairs and they find Goodnight. (Goody is kept in a room which is bolted not locked from the outside and his nurse often dips into the laudanum and he goes wandering.) He is beautiful and confused, flitting between lucidity and imagination but the more Adele and Billy talks to him the steadier he becomes.

Goodnight are convinced they are figments of his imagination. A little girl as he imagined at the beginning of the marriage. To tell stories to and never never go to war. And their shared features convinced him, Billy and the child with the same dark hair, mere reality could never conjure anything so beautiful.

They meet at night, both of them still not convinced the other is real. Adele calls him The prince in the tower after the story of Richard III nephews and Billy secretly agrees.. Billy wakes up one night to find Goody at the foot of his bed, looking terrible. He startles and goes looking for him. Follows him into Bouge room and finds a candle overturned, saves him from the flames.

Bouge proposes the next day.

Billy accepts, he's tired of being at somebody else's mercy and charity all the time. Bouge is not too unpleasant to look at, his attention is flattering and being a married spouse offers a hell of a lot more protection than he ever thought he would have.  So he accepts.

(Bouge plans to marry him so he can become his legal guardian and force him to be his assassin, plus Billy is hot)

Meets Goody and tells him he is going to stay, and that they will have more time together. Omits to mention that it's because he's getting married. He feels reluctant to tell Goodnight that.

Billy brings wine up one night and becomes terribly drunk and kisses Goodnight. The last little bit of freedom I have left.

Adele tells Bouge about the ghost and Billy tries to downplay it and when Bouge won't be deterred he makes up a story about seeing a woman in white, an interred nun. However it makes Bouge confine Goody more securely and they can't meet anymore. Billy is smart enough to understand he can't let Bouge know he and Goody know each other.

The night before his marriage he hears Goodnight wailing in the tower, like a banshee or a condemned soul.

Sam and Red show up to stop the wedding. Sam has been living in the Indian territories (Bass Reeves!) and befriended him and finally has bided his time enough to come to Europe and track down Goodnight (they have agreed to go on a Grand Tour if it turns out Goody is fine), Bouge tries to say that he is dead but Billy puts two and two together and alerts them of Goodnight in the tower.

“There he is,” Bouge says with disdain, Goodnight white and crouched at the far end of the room, “Who would not change a vulture for a raven? Look at him, so hale and beautiful, who can blame me?”

Red and Sam bring the family lawyer who concludes that its not lawful for Bouge and Billy to be married but equally since Goody must be seen as mentally deficient its perfectly fine for Bouge to keep him locked in the attic. Like y’know, no problem.

Sam and Red tries to resist but are powerless to help, Bouge locks Goody away, very upsetting scenes between Goodnight and Sam, fighting to get to each other.

Goody comes to Billy’s room at night, tells him he has to go, go Bouge plans to do something terrible to him (possibly lock him in the cellar?) Billy doesn’t want to leave but has no choice, Goody refuses to follow him. Without me you have a chance but if I come with you Bouge will never stop hunting us, besides he has the law on his side if he chooses to bring me back while you can go where you chose and have full protection of the law.

Billy flees in the night and ends up on the moors with Faraday and Vasquez, who are living together in a cabin (coincidence!)

They plan to go back and free Goodnight (and Adele) but before that Billy finds out that the explorers family has all died and he is the sole heir, he is now rich enough to take up the fight against Bouge. He hears Goody call for him in the night.

They prepare but as they are travelling back the hear that the whole house has burnt down and the poor madman in the attic perished in the flames. Billy goes over to kill Bouge but instead finds Goodnight, the house (mysteriously!) caught fire (some say they saw a man with a bow and arrow but such talk is nonsense surely?) and Bouge died in the flames. Goodnight was rescued and inherited the lot.

Then they all live together and are disgustingly rich. They send for Adele’s maman and Emma comes to be Adele’s governess.

FIN

#not!fic #The Magnificent Seven (2016) #mag seven Jane Eyre AU #fanfic #billy x goody #wide sargasso sea #the tenant of wildfell hall #jane eyre

[husberttee]

Help..I need guide to 24k

YAS.

Here we go me frend; Ok; so. First of all; the group name meaning is something around the lines of  ‘like gold, to shine forever’ it changed a couple of times with the line up changes but yeah this is where we’re at now. They are, btw, the kings of line up changes. Prepare for sadness.

They’ve technically been around since 2012 but only two of the original 4 members are still active in the group. They first came out under the Name of 4K in case you want to look up their Debut MV!

They are under Cheoun Entertainment. According to them, their artists keep running away and breaking their contracts without notice, cutting all contact and just leaving. All the members that left did it that way, apperantely. I’m not saying that sounds fake or shady or made up and like a way to blame everything on the members instead of taking responisibility or anything but.. i dunt trust dis company all too much ok. Maybe it’s all true, who knows, but yeah.

DON’T LET THIS STOP YOU FROM STANNING THEM. ALL WORTH IT.

Let’s get to the important part; The Members (in order of age)

Cory

Birth Name is Hong Joonhyuk but he usually goes by his american Name Hong Cory

Leader / Main Vocal / oldest of the bunch

90 liner

Korean-American

tired

Cory-ah –> Korea (so witty. much wow.)

one of the original members // he’s been here from the beginning

stressed father of 7 (all over the maknae line)

certified meme King

translates to english a lot (an actual life saver)

writes and produces for 24K (#skill)

gets dragged a lot by everyone

tell him he’s handsome

we all worry a lot about him cause of his cryptic IG posts

Kisu [currently serving in military]

Real Name: Choi Kisu

Vocal

91 liner

A Wine Mom 

speaks Chinese and took care of Hui a lot

there’s betrayal in the air

sassyTM

will roast anyone

likes to be important

really needs to shut up

absolutely never shuts up

also one of the originals from the 4K days

everyone really wants to hit him but no one dares

please support his solo under the name ‘Soo’!!

was very worried about his album please buy it and support him

Jeonguk

Kim Jeonguk

Main Rapper and Dancer

93 liner

joined 24K in 2013

talkactive in shows but a quiet manly manTM in real life

be prepared for random memeness

used to be BFFs with Daeil (so sad)

kind of payed SMTM5 a visit and roasted JinJins Astro (all cool tho no hard feelings)

Cerified dancing machine

has a giant 24K tattoo above his titty in case someone questions his loyalty

makes choreography for 24K (helll yaaaass)

his mixtapes are awesome go give them a listen 1 / 2 / 

His solo song Domino goes hard af watch the mv!!

Changsun

Lee Changsun

sub-Vocal, dancer

96 liner

joined 2016 with Hongseob

changSUN // his smile can make flowers grow

best bros with the maknae line 

extremely nice

very cute 

pretty damn cool

gives his best

skilled dancer!

participated in YGs survivial show Mix9 and was part of the debut team in the beginning but ultimately got eliminated in ep 7

corrupted by his friends

i luv him lots

Jinhong

Kim Jinhong

Vocal / Maknae Line

98 liner

joined 2015 with Hui

to some extend probably everyones bias

one of the most talkactive members

accidentally extremely cute

best buds with Hongseob

sweetheart

too handsome for his own good probably

former Member of the group AA (Double A)

participated in YGs survivial show Mix9 but choeun pulled him out after ep 8 just because (yeah we don’t get it either)

Hongseob

Shim Hongseob

vocal? rapper? idk? he doesn’t have lines anyway. Dancer / maknae line

98 liner 

joined 2016 with Changsun

super precious 

soft

somehow manages to be a tease on stage anyway

learns how to be a proper meme from Cory

made food for Jinhong on his exam day and surprised him in front of his school what a good kid 

idk it’s not exactly important but his neck is REALLY long

mischievous as hell

kind of a lil shit really

Kiyong

Nam Kiyong

newbie maknae

joined may 2018 for Bonnie N Clyde promotions

99 liner

we don’t know shit about him lmao

so far collected info:

oversized real life cartoon hamster

everyone wants to preotect him

pls don’t attack him it’s not his fault Kisu joined the military

no lines

i really want to squish his cheeks

already bein memey as hell with the maknae line

Members On Hiatus 

Yu Sungoh

- vocal- original member of 4K- went on hiatus in 2016 before ‘Still 24K’ promotions because of a shoulder injury- got bullied pretty badly by the kpop community for looking ‘too’ similar to V from BTS (apparentely after plastic surgery)- he’s currently serving in military and it’s still unclear wether he will rejoin the group afterwards

Former Members 

Park Byungho

rapper

went on hiatus in 2012 because of an injury

apperantely got married and had a child during promotions without anyones knowledge?! idk?! How!?

thats the reason why he left

Hong Seokjun

vocal

no one really knows why he left

apperantely personal reasons

original member of 4K

Kim Daeil

rapper / dancer

currently out there making music under the name BIGONE

Choeun said he decided to go on hiatus for personal reasons

none want to believe that he left for good

he did

y’all need to get real 

Edit: HE OFFICIALLY GOT ANNOUNCED TO HAVE LEFT. I TOLD U FUCKERS.

Hui

BEFORE ANYONE IS SURPRISED SO MUCH IS WRITTEN HERE; HE LEFT LIKE TODAY AND I’M TOO WEAK TO DELETE THE STUFF I WROTE FOR HIM ALSO IM CRYING IN THE CORNER THANKS bYE

Liang Hui

Rapper, dancer (?)

95 liner

Chinese

joined 2015

relativley calm most of the time

has been getting more lively with his increase in korean and comfort with the other members

was in this show u can find it under ‘Hui & Heyne’ he was quite wild there

soft but lots of dangerous stage presence

apperantely never fully clothed while in a waiting room

the same as normally even when drunk

THE CHOEUN CEO CALLED HIM A TRAITOR WHEN HE LEFT WHAT THE FUCK MAN

was in the chinese version of Produce101

looking at his IG he’s pretty rich!?

THATS THAT ABOUT THE MEMBERS. PLEASE LOVE ALL OF THEM THEY WORK HARD AND DESERVE RECOGNITION.

MVs

 [Debut as 4K] Rocking Girl (Cory, Kisu, Sungoh, Seokjun)

Bye bye Bye (Cory, Kisu, Sungoh, Seokjun

Moonlight Sonata(Cory, Kisu, Sungoh, Seokjun)

[Debut as 24K] Secret Love (Cory, Kisu, Sungoh, Seokjun, Daeil, Byungho)

Hurry Up (Cory, Kisu, Sungoh, Seokjun, Daeil, Byungho)

U R So Cute (Cory, Kisu, Sungoh, Daeil, Byungho, Jeonguk)

Hey You (Cory, Kisu, Sungoh, Daeil, Jeonguk, Jinhong, Hui)

Super Fly (Cory, Kisu, Sungoh, Daeil, Jeonguk, Jinhong, Hui)

Still 24K (Cory, Kisu, Jeonguk, Jinhong, Hui, Hongseob, Changsun)

Bingo (Cory, Kisu, Jeonguk, Jinhong, Hui, Hongseob, Changsun)

Only You (Cory, Kisu, Jeonguk, Jinhong, Hui, Hongseob, Changsun)

Bonnie N Clyde (Cory, Jeonguk, Jinhong, Hongseob, Changsun, Kiyong)

#24k #hongseob #kisu #jeonguk #cory #changsun #jinhong #hui #byungho #seokjun #sungoh #daeil #bigone #kpop #introduction #the struggle of husbert