#Dre would be mae

[leftoverenvy]

Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 8)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 4k

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Chapter 8 - A Work of Art

I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes.  While I normally wasn't a morning person, today held a certain air of excitement.  I was here, in Emily's home.  I was really doing this.  I looked around my new room to take it all in when I noticed a huge bouquet of flowers on my nightstand, a note propped up against the vase.

I smiled softly at the size and colors.  They were so vibrant; it was absolutely stunning.  Emily sure was making this transition easy.  I reached for the note and unfolded it to reveal Emily's smushed, messy-but-somehow-elegant, looping scrawl.

"Dearest India,

I hope you slept well.  I can't express to you how excited I am that you're finally here.  I can't wait to see what these four months will hold.  See you soon.

Yours, Emily"

I didn't realize it could get better than waking up to a sweet text message every morning, but having a handwritten note was really special.  I read over the "dearest India" and the word "yours" about a hundred times.  I pressed her letter to my chest and smiled like a sap.  I couldn't wait to see what these four months would hold either.

Eager to see Emily and get our day started, I threw my hair up in a messy bun and slipped on one of my sundresses.  It was a little chilly for a dress, but I assumed Emily was taking me to some high-end stores and I didn't want to feel underdressed.  Even though I had given her a hard time about all the things she bought from Sephora, I used the face cream, and it was the best product I had ever used.  I would die before I told Emily that though because I knew she would smirk at me, all too smug to be right.

As soon as I walked in the kitchen, I swore my heart stopped beating.  Emily was sitting at the kitchen island reading the paper, coffee in hand, with reading glasses perched on her nose.  The sun streamed through the kitchen windows and made her normally raven-black hair a glowing, beautiful russet.  She looked unbelievably sexy – I couldn't stop staring.  Why was something as simple as glasses so attractive?

She finally looked up, smiled, and said, "Good morning, Indi.  Sleep well?"

"Yes," I lied.  It took me a long time to fall asleep, but she didn't need to know that.  It was so quiet out here.  The lack of normal city sounds unnerved me.  "Thank you for the flowers; they're beautiful."

I almost audibly objected when she took her glasses off to look at me properly.  "You certainly are welcome.  When would you like to head out today?"

"I require caffeine and then we can go."  She chuckled and nodded her head towards the coffee maker.  I didn't need to be told twice.  I filled a mug 3/4 of the way and rummaged in her fridge for some milk.

"It's in the side of the door, Indi," she told me, amusement lacing her voice.

"Thank you!" I sat down near her at the island.  "So what's the plan for today?  Where are you taking me?"

"I figured we'd start at Nordstrom.  If you don't find anything there, we can go to Saks or Neiman Marcus.  And depending on how quickly you shop and what you like, we can buy multiple dresses today, so we don't have to shop for every event."

"I like the way you think, Ms. Prentiss."  I quickly finished my coffee and hopped up.  I rinsed my cup out, put it in the dishwasher, and turned towards Emily.  "I'm ready!"

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It turns out, I was not ready.  Emily didn't seem like the type to love shopping, but I had clearly underestimated her.  The woman was a shopping machine.  She loaded us both down with so many dresses for me to try on.  The woman would give Penelope a run for her money.

"Emily!" I complained, coming out of the dressing room in what felt like the same silk dress I had tried on thirty times before.  "You already have six in the approved pile.  Can't we just call it a day?"

"We can if you add that one to the pile of dresses to buy."  She quirked an eyebrow at me.  I nodded reluctantly, ready for the hours of torture to be over.

But Emily's hours of torture weren't over with dresses.  We had to choose necklaces and earrings, handbags and clutches, and then we looked at shoes endlessly.  I thought I would lose my mind.  Emily insisted on buying several pairs of high heels I was certain were going to kill me.  I vowed to myself that when Emily was away on a case, I would exclusively walk around the house in heels to practice walking in them.  When Emily finally – blissfully – declared us ready to pay, we walked towards the check-out counter, passing by the perfume counter.

My eyes lingered on the perfume I had been dying to buy for two years now, but could never afford.  It was $120 for the small bottle.  It smelled so good, so sexy.  I tried not to be obvious – Emily was already spending what I calculated to be about $6,000.  On me.  It was enough to make my head spin. 

"Sweetheart?" she asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"If you want something, you only have to ask," she reminded.

"I don't.  Let's go," I said pushing on her arm towards the check-out.

She tugged on my arm to drag me back to the perfumes.  "Which one is it, angel?"

I bit my lip.  Was this coercing Emily into buying me more stuff?  I felt guilty, but I wanted it so badly.  "Uh," I looked towards the display, "It's this one," I said picking it up.  "But I want you to like it too.  I don't want it if you hate it."

She stepped closer to me, placing one hand on the counter behind me.  I was caged between her and the counter, but it didn't bother me somehow.  In fact, it felt nice to be this close to her.  "Let me smell it then."  I held the bottle up to her nose and she inhaled deeply.  Her eyes darkened and her lids drooped.  "Yes," she said a bit breathlessly, taking a step even closer – shrinking the space between us even further.  "I think we should buy that."

"Can I help you?" a saleswoman interrupted.  Emily immediately took two sizable steps backwards.  I missed the warmth from her body.

"Yes," Emily answered.  "Can we get this in a 3-ounce bottle?"

"It comes in 1.7, 3.4, or 5 ounces."

"The 3.4, then.  Thank you.  And can we pay for it at the other counter?  We have several things to purchase."  The woman nodded and disappeared behind the counter.

"Thank you Emily, really."  She squeezed my shoulder.  Her touch had me longing for earlier's closeness.  The magic of her touch was undeniable.  I needed more.

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I stared at the stranger looking back at me in the mirror.  She was elegant, sophisticated.  She belonged on Emily's arm.  Her long, false lashes fluttered seductively.  Her smokey makeup made her look mysterious.  Her dress draped over her curves deliciously.  If I weren't looking in the mirror, watching her copy my movements, I wouldn't believe it were me.  I had never felt as beautiful as I did tonight.  For the first time, I truly believed I was worthy to be seen with Emily.

I clumsily clomped down the stairs in my might-kill-me-before-the-night-is-over heels and called out, "Em?"

I heard a gasp from across the living room.  "My god, Indi," she whispered.  "You look stunning.  Absolutely breathtaking."  I felt insecure but somehow warm under her gaze.

"Thank you," I said shyly.  "You look beautiful too."  It sounded contrived, but I meant it.  No one looked sexier in a suit than Emily did.  After several more seconds of staring, she grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the garage.

"Let's get a move on, or we're going to be late."

"Sorry," I whispered.  "It took me longer to do my makeup than expected."  I remembered the multiple gluing disasters I had with my eye lashes.  And then applying and immediately wiping off eye liner on my left eye because I couldn't get the wings even.  It was enough to make me almost scream several times.  Penelope always made it look so easy.  Before I came downstairs, I had convinced myself it wasn't worth it to do this all again, but seeing Emily's reaction changed that.  There wasn't anything in this world I wouldn't do to hear Emily's breathless gasp at seeing me walk down the stairs. 

She paused her walking and spun me to face her.  Her hand cupped my cheek and I melted.  "It will be worth it, even if we're late.  You really do look lovely."  My cheek blazed underneath her hand.  I was hopeful she couldn't feel the new heat from my embarrassment, but I thought it unlikely.

I cast my eyes down in embarrassment – her eyes were so sincere, so hypnotizing – but grabbed her hand to hold it to my skin for just a moment longer.  "Okay," I said releasing her hand, "Let's go."

The drive to the gallery was uneventful.  Emily and I made idle chit chat until we pulled into a spot that said 'reserved.'  I smirked at her.  "You have your own spot?" 

She rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, you," and got out of the car.  I quickly followed her lead but was met with a frown.  "You should really let me get your door."

"Sorry, Em," I whispered.  She was standing so close and somehow the night air charged the electricity between us further.  I suddenly longed to feel her lips on mine.

"I want to apologize for what's about to happen."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my brows furrowed.  But as we rounded the corner to walk in the main entrance, I immediately understood.  Cameras started flashing immediately and a chorus of "Emily!" or "Ms. Prentiss!" surrounded us.  And then they noticed me.

"Ms. Prentiss!  Who's this?  Who did you bring tonight?"  The questions were endless as were the camera clicks.  Emily's arm encircled my waist, drawing me closer. 

"I'm sorry about this," she apologized again.  Her lips brushed against the shell of my ear, and I had to bite back a moan, but I couldn't stop the shiver that ran down my spine.  "Just pose with me?  And then they'll go away."  I smiled though I was a bit dazed.  What had I gotten myself into?  Emily's thumb rubbed circles into my hip, calming me down. 

When we finally made it inside, Emily grabbed two wine glasses off a passing waiter's tray and handed me one immediately.  Throughout the night, as we made polite conversation with all her socialite friends, she made sure my glass was full.  I started slowly sipping so I didn't get drunk and embarrass her.

It was interesting to see Emily in this setting.  Though she always seemed so poised and commanding, it was maxed out tonight.  The Emily I saw at home was much different from this almost aloof woman.  I could tell the strain it imposed on her to discuss meaningless things with these vapid women.  And her arm never dropped from my waist, showing everyone I was hers.  Normally such a possessive display would anger me, but I was all too willing to be hers.

After introducing me for what felt like the millionth time, Emily said, "Excuse me, ladies.  I'd like to show my girl around."  My heart fluttered in my chest like a hummingbird.  I was her girl.

As we circled the gallery, I tried my hardest to stay engaged, but art really wasn't my thing.  But this was important to Emily, so I dutifully looked at every painting we passed.  She paused in front of an abstract painting that vaguely resembled two, intertwined bodies.  Now that we were away from her friends, I couldn't help but ask, "How am I doing?  Am I embarrassing you in front of all your friends?"

She grabbed my hand and squeezed.  "You could never embarrass me."

"Even though I don't know anything about art?" I teased.

Her eyes sparkled as they penetrated mine.  "Even then," she whispered.  It seemed cruel to all the artists represented here tonight to showcase their art in the same building as Emily.  She was the most beautiful work of art I had ever seen.  Nothing would ever compare to the majesty of her smile.  No color could ever be as deep as her eyes; nothing would ever compare to getting lost in her eyes. 

"Emily!" a woman called over the noise of the crowd.  Emily's entire body stiffened noticeably.  "You are the center of the gossip tonight, did you know?  You couldn't even tell your own mother you were bringing a date?"

"Mother," Emily said in curt greeting.  Ahh that explains her sudden shift.

"A tux, really Emily?  You couldn't find a dress to wear?"  Suddenly, it didn't seem so unreasonable for Emily to speak of her mother the way she did.  Emily's mother seemed like an incredibly unpleasant woman.  "And aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Mother, this is my girlfriend" – the thrill at hearing the fake title hadn't lessened over the course of the night – "India Mae."

"I had no idea you were even dating," she said dramatically, "let alone seriously involved with someone.  Honestly, I have no idea why you tell me so little about your life."  I could venture a guess.  Emily sighed deeply, her grip on my waist tightening a touch more in frustration.  "Last I heard, you were seeing Jennifer."

Ouch.  I had no reason to be upset because I wasn't actually dating Emily, but it still stung.  Who was this woman coming in and talking to Emily about a different woman in front of the "current girlfriend?"

"Mother," Emily warned icily, anger tensing her whole body.  "Don't.  I JUST told you I was with Indi.  That was incredibly rude."  Inexplicably, it felt so good to have Emily defending me.  This feeling, unfamiliar before meeting Emily, shot through my stomach, causing it to clench deliciously.  It was reminiscent of every time our eyes locked or when she touched me.  But it was much stronger now.  I looked up at her: eyes tight and nostrils flared.  My stomach tightened again.  My lips ached to touch her jaw, her cheek, her own lips.  Could this be what true desire felt like?

"Come on, baby," Emily interrupted my reverie.  "Let's make sure we finish looking at everything and say congratulations to each artist.  Then we can go, okay?"  Every time she called me 'baby,' I tried not to read too much into it – especially now since we were in public – but it fell so sensually out of her mouth.  I wanted to hear her gasp it breathlessly as I kissed her neck. 

She grabbed my hand and started to turn away when her mother protested, "Emily!  This is YOUR gallery.  You cannot leave so early.  What would it look like?"

"I don't care.  Excuse us," she said pulling me away firmly.  I sent a tight-lipped smile over my shoulder to Emily's mom, trying to be polite.  I struggled to keep up with her walking as quickly as she was.  I still wasn't used to wearing these heels.

"You didn't tell me this was YOUR gallery!" I whispered.  "Why do you even have a gallery??  I thought you were in the FBI…"

"I am.  This was just something I was interested in.  I wanted to give young artists of color a chance to show their work.  DC is hostile to new artists, especially young adults of color.  We need more voices in the art world." 

I admired what she was doing very greatly, and it furthered my desire to stay for the remainder of the evening.  "We can't leave yet then!  Your mom's right.  It would be rude to dip out on your own gallery opening.  Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did," she said nonchalantly with a shrug.  We walked the gallery in silence after that.  She hummed at a piece every now and then, and I dutifully followed her. 

"So, what do you think?" she asked when we arrived at the last exhibit.

I scrambled to find something, anything, to say.  I should have googled vague arty things to say in preparation for tonight.  "It's uh…"  I tried to find a compliment that wouldn't give away the fact that I didn't give a damn about paintings.  "Nice," I finished lamely.  Great job, Indi.

"Nice, huh?" she chuckled.

"Well frankly, I appreciate the arts in the form of music, but I am open to you changing that about me."

"I have yet to hear you appreciate the arts in the form of music," she teased.

"I can change that any time, Emily."  I looked up into her eyes again to express my sincerity.

"I'd like that."  Everything tunneled and narrowed until I could only see Emily, only hear her.  No one else surrounded us.  There was no party – there was only us. 

I cleared my throat to break the tension.  "Can we go home now?  Or do you need to stay longer?"

"Sure baby, lemme just congratulate all the artists and say thank you for their work."  As if we had been doing this for years, she leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth before turning and walking away.  I stiffened, stunned by the electricity that scorched the skin under where her lips had touched me.  Involuntarily, my hand raised to my mouth, as if touching the sacred place her lips had kissed me would preserve the feeling.

I watched her slowly turn around, her eyes wide.  But all I could do was smile.  She had kissed me.  "Indi, I'm so- fuck.  I'm so sorry."

"Not here, Em," I said closing the distance between us.  "It's okay.  Don't call attention to it.  That's a normal thing for a couple to do."  I cupped her face to ease her worry.

"Promise?"  I nodded.  "Come with me?" she asked in a voice much smaller than I was used to from her.

"I'm right behind you."  Before I could stop myself, I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers together.  I craved that feeling again – the feeling of tingling skin from where her lips nearly kissed mine.  It wasn't quite the same holding her hand, but it was better than nothing, because I just craved her.  Each inch of space between us felt like a mile.

I thought it might be awkward at first.  I mean, what does one talk about after almost being kissed by the most beautiful woman on the planet?  What is one supposed to say when their dream almost comes true?  But I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.  I would take any affection she showed me.  I was worried there was something undesirable about me.  Maybe that was why nothing had worked out for me romantically so far.

But once the feel of her lips faded from my skin, and the more I heard her "Fuck, I'm so sorry" echo around my head, it started to eat at me.  How easy she could just brush it off.  It was all I could think about.  It affected me profoundly.  Emily's lips, even just on my cheek, had shifted my world.

When we finally got in the car to go home, I bit my lip and stared out the window.  I don't know how many minutes passed, but Emily's voice finally interrupted my yearning.  "Something's bothering you."  It wasn't a question.  She just knew.

"How can you tell?" I was genuinely curious.  We had only known each other a couple weeks now, and nearly all that time had been virtual.

"You're pretty easy to read, Indi.  Now tell me."

"I was just thinking about earlier…" I said honestly.  Why lie?

"I'm sorry," she apologized again.  "I crossed a line.  I wish I could take it back."  I felt like I was punched in the gut.  She wanted to take it back.

"Oh…" I couldn't keep the hurt out of my voice, though I tried my hardest.  It was ridiculous for me to be so affected by this.  This was the arrangement – this is what I had agreed to.  There was no room for me to long for her, to want her.

I quickly backtracked because clearly this meant way more to me than it did Emily.  I was embarrassed, so I lied.  "Actually, I was curious about your mother."

"Oh!" she said in shock.  "Well, we don't have the best relationship…"  Even though Emily was telling me valuable information about herself, I couldn't listen.  My heart stung like the tears in my eyes I fought to keep from falling. 

I started when I felt her hand on mine in my lap.  "Hey…"  I appreciated her gesture, and I held onto her hand like a life preserver.  I looked up, shocked to discover we were home.  "I know that isn't what you wanted to talk about."  Damn profilers.  I couldn't hide anything from her.  We walked inside in tense silence.

I moved to head upstairs when she pulled on my shoulder to stop me.  "What is it?  Do you want to call this off?"

I snapped my gaze to meet hers.  "No!"  How could she think that?  "I was just wondering…"  Jesus, I was so embarrassed.

"Yes?" she prompted.  She sighed, frustrated I wouldn't just spit it out.  "This can only work if you're honest with me.  I won't judge.  Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"Why don't you want to have sex with me?!" I blurted.

Her jaw dropped and she froze like a deer in the headlights.  "What!" she gasped.  Clearly she was expecting to hear that as much as I had been expecting to say it.

There was no turning back now.  "You were so set on no physical contact and then you said you regret kissing me."

"I never said I regretted it," she interrupted.  I looked at her puzzled, waiting for her to elaborate.  "I said I wished I could take it back."  I failed to see how that was meaningfully different.  I didn't know if that was supposed to make me feel better. 

She pulled me to the couch and sat down next to me, maintaining her grasp on my hand.  "You deserve something real, Indi.  You're so special.  I just want you to be happy."

"But am I so repulsive to you in that way?  Is it so crazy to think of me like that?"  Christ!  I must have had way too much wine.  Where had my filter gone?

"Of course not!  Honestly I was under the impression it was a dealbreaker for you.  And I don't need that; the terms of our agreement do not need to include sex."  My stomach sank again.  Don't make it awkward, India.  She's being polite; she doesn't want to hurt your feelings.  The agreement doesn't need to include sex because she doesn't feel that way for you.  And why would she?

I quickly made an excuse and headed upstairs to bed.  I slowly pulled pins out of my hair.  I wiped eyeliner off my eyelids in a daze.  When I washed my face, I watched makeup rinse down the drain.  It was like scrubbing away my hope.  It was naive to think this could turn into some fairytale romance.  Real life didn't work like that.  This was nothing more than a business arrangement.  A job.

But everyone needed to figure out a way to enjoy their job, right?  As I laid in bed, aching to feel her lips on me again, I had to come up with a plan to get her to kiss me again.  If she would only show me affection when we were out, in order to keep up appearances, then I would just have to curate several scenarios to get her to do that.  After all, if this was my job, I needed to give Emily what she was paying for.

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[streetsmartstevie]

Be Better || Solo-ish Para

TAGGING→ @streetsmartstevie​

LOCATION→ Stevie, Rachel, and Dani's Apartment

DATE→ April 6th, 2019

SUMMARY → Emerging from her isolation for a brief moment, Stevie calls her best friend, Brendan, for advice on her situation. He gives her a bit of tough love that helps her see the light.

Stevie collapsed onto the edge of her bed, utterly drained. Dre had seen that she wasn't in any shape to be in the shop and had sent her home with a stern expression on his face. "Get your shit together, Evans. I didn't bring you up to the big leagues to crash and burn. Get whatever this is outta your system and then call me back. Until then, I get to explain why the fuck one of our artist's has to reschedule." He said, giving her shoulders a little shake before sending her on her way. "C'mon, Stevie. I know you can do better than this."

She flopped back on her bed, wanting nothing more than to just curl up in a ball and die. Fuck. Fuck it all. Be better. Everyone around her was telling her that they knew she could be better, that she was more than what she was. But, Christ. They didn't know her. They didn't know how hard she'd tried to be good and perfect and sweet just like Sam and Stacey when she was younger. They didn't know how hard she tried to live up to Sam's legacy when it came to sports, how hard she tried to outrun Stacey's shadow in class. They didn't know how hard she crashed and burned in college, trying to be the sort of artist that everyone wanted her to be. They didn't know that she couldn't just be better. They didn't know shit about her.

But, with all of the confused feelings and the ache that still filled her chest... did she even really know herself? Pulling out her phone, she thumbed through her contacts. For a moment, her finger hovered over Mae's name. She wanted to call her, to apologize, to say something about how she had been afraid and that's why she'd run away. That it wasn't anything Mae had done, but had everything to do with the weird feelings that had overwhelmed her. Biting her lip, Stevie shook her head. She couldn't. She was a coward. She was a fucking coward who couldn't figure out what the fuck was wrong with her.

Scrolling back up, her eyes fell on a familiar name. Brendan. Fuck. He'd understand, right? Tapping his name, Stevie waited as the line rang and rang and rang.

"Hey, Stevie. Caught me at a good time, I just got outta class. What's up?" His voice sounded so happy, so energetic. She was glad that he'd found a place for himself at CalArts, she really was. But, fuck, if she didn't miss her best friend.

"I... I fucked up." She said, tears already starting to form. "Goddammit." Stevie swore, wiping them away with the back of her hand.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?" He asked, concern readily apparent in his tone. "Is this about the whole thing with Sam and Stace and Mae?"

Nodding, Stevie sucked in a deep breath. And then she launched into everything. She didn't stop to second guess herself, just told him what happened, how she'd gotten drunk, how she'd seen Mae, how she'd said all of those things and how everything had changed the second they'd kissed. And how she'd run away from it all because she was too afraid that the feelings wouldn't last, that Mae wouldn't want her, that none of it was real.

Brendan listened patiently, occasionally asking questions, but not really saying much until she finally finished.

"I just... I feel like such a fuck up." She sighed.

There was silence on the line for a long moment before Brendan spoke up.

"Well, yeah. You should. God, what the fuck, Stevie." He sighed, she could practically hear him rubbing his forehead in frustration, the way he always did when she did something wrong.

"What--" She started, indignant.

"No, shut up real quick." He interrupted her. "Listen to me. And I'm not saying hear what I'm saying, really listen. You. Fucked. Up. Everything you've been telling me about this girl, I've been sitting on this for a long time cuz I thought you'd be able to figure it out on your own. But, you're so damn stupid girl, Jesus.

"You've been in fucking love with this girl for so damn long. Why else do you think you felt guilty for sleeping with her behind Stacey's back? You don't give a shit about your family, and yeah, I can say that because you've told me it enough times. And then, when stuff happened with that weird stalker chick? You felt bad for Mae getting shafted, when Sam and Stacey were just as screwed over in the process? You've been in love with her for months, dude. You had your chance to actually do something good by her, and you did the worst possible thing in the world by leaving her. You. Fucked. Up." Brendan said. Stevie's free hand curled into a fist at her side and she punched the side of her mattress, not wanting to hear what he was saying.

"You don't get off easy this time. I'm serious, you need to make things right with her." He growled.

Stevie threw up her hand in frustration, "How the fuck am I supposed to do that? You just said it yourself, I did the worst thing ever. I should have just left her alone."

"No, you should have been there for her. Mae's in love with your dumb ass for some reason and you broke her goddamn heart because you couldn't get outta your own head long enough to think about her. If you give a damn about Mae, then why aren't you thinking about how your actions are impacting her, huh? You can be angsty about how you feel, but you can't just... treat people like your actions don't have an effect on them." Brendan sighed. "Stevie. Do you love her?"

Stevie shifted uncomfortably, staring at the ceiling of her room as she tried to sort out her thoughts. The same, terrifying feeling that had filled her that night, it hadn't left her like she'd thought it would. If anything, being away from Mae had only made it stronger. Like, that there was some part of her that ached from being distant.

"You better not hang up on me--" Brendan started.

"Shut up, I'm trying to figure shit out. I'm not exactly 'in touch with my feelings'." She growled. But, she already knew her answer. "Fuck."

"I figured." She rolled her eyes. She could practically see him smirking at her, all smug and stupid.

"So what do I do now? She hates me. She should hate me. Everything I've done, it's hurt her. She won't want me." Stevie sighed.

"And that's her call. But, if you love her, go after her. Apologize, for one. And then actually try to, I don't know, act like you like her? Win her back, Stevie. You never should have lost her in the first place, but if you care about her, you've gotta get her back." Brendan said.

Stevie bit her lip, mind already going to dark places. "What if she doesn't want anything to do with me? What if none of this matters? I should just... fucking leave New York."

"Nope, shut up. You're not running away from this," Brendan said firmly before laughing, "Do you have any idea how long I've waited to hear about this?"

"What, me destroying someone emotionally?"

"No, you do that all the time. I'm talking about you actually feeling something for someone. This is good. You dug yourself into a shitty hole and I dunno if you're gonna get out of it, but this is good for you."

"Then why does it feel like shit?"

Brendan laughed for a moment before replying, "Because you never make anything easy. But, you gotta do something. Otherwise you're gonna regret doing nothing for the rest of your life."

Stevie sighed, but it was a sound of resolve. He was right. Just like he always was. If she didn't do something, she'd hate herself for the rest of her life. But, more importantly, she'd never be able to fix the damage she'd done to Mae. It was time for her to stop being afraid. She had to stop running away.

"Thanks, man." She said.

"No problem. I'm just being here for you, like you were there for me. You're not a bad person, Stevie. You're selfish and you've done some terrible stuff, but you're not a bad person. You can be better than this. So. Go after the girl. Talk to Sam. For God's sake, apologize to Stacey, dude. And call me when you're better." He said before hanging up.

Stevie tossed her phone onto her pillow before rolling over to bury her face in the folds of her comforter. Brendan was right. She couldn't just keep living like this. She didn't want her sisters to hate her for the rest of her life. She didn't want to lose touch with her family. She didn't want to keep using people and running when things came back to bite her in the ass. She had to grow up. She had to be better. She had to change for the people that she cared about. She had to do it. For Stacey, for Sam, for Mae.

Because even if they didn't want anything to do with her, Stevie was going to try this time. She was going to try to make things right, with all of them.

#p: 008 #about stevie #//npc Brendan is the real mvp here

[tulunnguaq]

Linguistic Excursions (5): Cornish / Kernowek

So after my four  previous Celtic excursions it’s fitting that I turn south to visit the final Celtic tongue of the British Isles, Cornish.

Like Manx, Cornish is a revived language, but with a rather longer time between the passing of the last native speaker and the revival – more like 200 years rather than 20-30. So one of the complications this has brought is that there has been less agreement on the exact type of Cornish that should be revived, e.g. Middle Cornish, Tudor Cornish or Late Cornish, and of course there are no recordings available to confirm exactly how Cornish is spoken. 

Cornish also did not have a fixed orthography during its last few hundred years, so Cornish revivalists have at times been at loggerheads in terms of the form of writing that should be used to write it (see for example, Kernewek Kemmyn - Cornish for the Twenty First Century (1997) by Paul Dunbar and Ken George, which is essentially a 160 page rant - in the form of a dialogue between the two authors – analysing the criticisms of their orthography by another Cornish scholar, Dr Nicholas Williams, rather than (as I hoped) an introductory grammar of the Cornish language). Fortunately, since then, the disparate groups have come together to cooperate and create a new Standard Written Form of Cornish, which strikes a balance between traditionalists and modernisers, and which also permits alternative forms to be used according to the writer’s style.

Like with Manx, there’s been some attempt to push the revival at the nursery/primary end, as this video suggests, but sadly I couldn’t easily find out what the current status of the early education programme is in Cornwall. 

Today’s first text comes from Skeul an Tavas (The ladder of the language), an introductory Cornish language coursebook. The version I have uses the ‘traditional graphs’; another edition is available that uses the more modern ‘main form’ graphs.

Cornish is a Brythonic (or Brittonic) language, and is very close to Welsh, so where possible I’ve shown the Welsh equivalents in the vocabulary, out of comparative linguistic interest.

Text 1

Yma Peder hag y whor, Morwena, ow mos dhe’n lyverva. I a garsa cavos nebes lyvrow tochya an balyow coth y’ga ranndir. Peder ha Morwena a gar whithra an jynnjiow.

“Kemmer with!”

“Yma’n lyvrow na ow codha, Peder”.

Wella a wra aga hachya. Yn y dhorn yma dew lyver da.

“Gwra mires, Morwena, Tas-gwynn a garsa an lyver ma.“

Y whrons i mos tre gans an dhew lyver.

 Vocabulary

yma – is . Cf. Welsh (W) mae

ha, hag – and. W. a, ac

y2 – his. Causes the second (soft) mutation to applicable consonants. W. ei  

whor (f) sister. NB wh- does not mutate.  W. chwaer

ow4 in this case, a verbal noun particle. W. yn, Ir/Sc G ag. Causes fourth (hard) mutation to applicable consonants. Cornish has no fewer than four mutations (!), listed as the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th state mutations in Cornish text books. Compare this with one mutation in modern Scots Gaelic (lenition), two in Irish and Manx (lenition and eclipsis/nasal mutation), three in Welsh (lenition/soft, aspirate and nasal) and Breton (lenition, aspirate and hard); Breton and Welsh both also have a “mixed” mutation but unlike Cornish it doesn’t create a new scheme of mutated consonants that don’t appear elsewhere. The Cornish mutations are as follows:

- the 2nd state mutation is a soft mutation, like the Welsh soft mutation, causing (p>b, b>v, m>v, t>d, d>dh, ch>j, c/k>g, g>w or Ø)

- the 3rd state mutation is an aspirate mutation, like Welsh aspirate mutation, causing (p>f, t>th, c/k>h, qw>wh)

- the 4th state mutation is a ‘hard’ mutation, creating unvoiced sounds, causing (b>p, d>t, g>c/k/q)

- the 5th state mutation is a mix of the aspirate and hard mutations, causing (b>f/v, m>f/v, d>t, g>wh).

Letters not mentioned in the above lists are not mutated.

mos to go

dhe to. W. i, Cf. Irish (Ir) do, Scots Gaelic (ScG) do/dhan

’n, an the. W. y, yr. Ir/ScG an. Note that as in W. the same form of the article is used for singular and plural definite forms, whereas in Ir/ScG an is singular only.

lyverva library. W. llyfrgell, but cf. W. ending -fa ‘place of’ as in swyddfa office.

i they

a garsa would like. From cara to like. i a garsa they would like. Cornish is structurally a VSO language like the other Celtic languages, but it also has a number of “impersonal” verb forms where the subject/pronoun comes before an uninflected (for person/number) form of the verb, separated by verbal particle a2, which causes the 2nd mutation. So the meaning is something like “[it is] them who would like”. In doing so it gives the impression of an SVO word order, possibly something that might have been influenced by the surrounding English language as Cornish declined?  

cavos to get, find

nebes (a) few (takes plural form)

lyver (m) book, plural lyvrow

tochya to touch. Here meaning “concerning”

bal (m) mine. pl. balyow. Not sure if cognate with W. pwll pit?

coth old. Does not seem to be cognate with W. hen, Ir sean, ScG seann, but rather Breton (Br.) kozh

y(n) in. W, Ir i

’ga3, aga3their. Probably not cognate with W. eu their but note the similarity with Ir acu, ScG aca at them, often used in possessive constructions, but not used directly as a possessive pronoun as in Cornish.

ranndir (m) area, district. W rhandir

whithra to search, investigate. Similar to W. chwilio

jynnjy engine house. Presumably from Eng. loanword jynn engine + chi house. Plural jynnjiow

kemmer take (imperative form of kemeres take). W. cymryd, cymer-

gwith care. Here with second mutation as with. As in Welsh, the soft mutation used for the direct object of a verb appearing after the explicit or implied subject. Cf perhaps W. gwyliad(wriaeth) caution

na that. Appears after the noun hence an lyvrow na those books. ‘This’ is ma, used in the same way.

codha to fall. Note that the 4th state mutation after ow4 does not change initial c-

Wella boy’s name

a wra does. This is the impersonal (3rd person singular) form of gul do, which is gwra reduced to wra after the soft mutation caused by a2, as above. Cf. W. gwneud. In this case it is used as an dummy auxiliary verb - much as English do has a dummy auxiliary function as in “do you like that?”.  

cachya to catch. From English, presumably. Here in the aspirate 3rd state after aga3 their giving aga hachya ‘their catching’. Similar to Welsh, the possessive pronoun is used with the verbal noun to indicate a direct object, i.e. ‘catching them’. So the phrase Wella a wra aga hachya means lit. ‘[It is] Wella who does their catching’ or more naturally ‘Wella catches them’

dorn (m) fist. From which yn y dhorn in his fist

da good. Same as W. da

gwra do! (imperative form of gul). As above, acts as auxiliary verb for following action verb.

mires to look. Hence gwra mires look!

tas-gwynn (m) grandfather. Lit. “white (gwynn) father (tas)“. Grandmother is similarly dama-wynn “white lady”.

y whrons i they do. y5introduces the statement form of the verb (cf. Welsh fe, mi) and takes the 5th state mutation (softening and devoicing g-), which in this case converts gwrons to whrons. As above the verb is acting as an auxiliary to mos go.

tre (f) town, farm (seen in the names of a number of Cornish villages), but here as an adverb meaning home(wards)

gans with

dew (m) two. Here with soft mutation after an, and note the use of the singular noun after the number. The cardinal numbers in Cornish (which are very similar to Welsh) from 1-10 are:

1 onen/unn

2 dew/diw

3 tri/teyr

4 peswar/peder

5 pymp

6 whegh

7 seyth

8 eth

9 naw

10 deg

Translation

Yma Peder hag y whor, Morwena, ow mos dhe’n lyverva.

Peter and his sister Morwena are going to the library.

I a garsa cavos nebes lyvrow tochya an balyow coth y’ga ranndir.

They would like to find a few books about the old mines in their area.

Peder ha Morwena a gar whithra an jynnjiow.

Peter and Morwena like investigating the engine houses.

“Kemmer with!”

“Take care!”

“Yma’n lyvrow na ow codha, Peder”.

“Those books are falling, Peter.”

Wella a wra aga hachya. Yn y dhorn yma dew lyver da.

Wella catches them. In his hand are two good books.

“Gwra mires, Morwena, Tas-gwynn a garsa an lyver ma.“

“Look, Morwena, Grandad would like this book.”

Y whrons i mos tre gans an dhew lyver.

They go home with the two books.

  Text 2

The second text is the Cornish version of a well-known song, and a different orthography has been used, reflecting a Late Cornish approach. See if you can work out the song before you read the translation.

Spladn che steran vian spladn,

War an moar ha'n doar en dadn.

Dres an clowdes, otta che,

Carra jowal 'terlentry.

Spladn che steran vian spladn,

War an moar ha'n doar en dadn.

Vocabulary 

spladn bright. Note alternative spelling splann, which can be pronounced /nn/ or /dn/. Further alternative spellings shown in brackets below. Not sure what this may be cognate to, but same word is used in Breton: splann

che (also jy) you. W. ti

steran (also steren) (f) star. Cf. Welsh seren

bian (also byhan/byghan) little, here lenited after feminine noun as vian. W. bach, bychan

war on. W ar

moar (also mor) (m) sea. W. môr

doar (also dor) (m) earth, soil. W daear

en dadn (also yn dann) under. W. tan

dres above, across. W ar draws

clowd, clowdes (also clowdys) cloud(s). From English.

otta behold, here is. 

carra (also cara) like. W. caru. The odd thing here is that carra/cara means to like, be fond of, rather than English like=as, which would be avel. I wonder if this is a translation issue on the part of whoever translated the song into Cornish.

jowal jewel. From English

’terlentry.to twinkle. I think the apostrophe here might represent a missing verbal particle ow, described in Text 1 above. Not sure what this word might be cognate to, but note Breton terenn ray of light

Translation

Spladn che steran vian spladn,

Bright, (are) you, little star, bright.

War an moar ha'n doar en dadn.

Upon the sea and the earth below.

Dres an clowdes, otta che,

Above the clouds, there you are!

Carra jowal 'terlentry.

Like a twinkling jewel

Spladn che steran vian spladn,

Bright, (are) you, little star, bright

War an moar ha'n doar en dadn.

Upon the sea and the earth below.

As ever, I hope people found this latest ‘excursion’ interesting. Do let me know if so. 

Not sure if there are any Cornish learners on tumblr? If so - corrections or comments welcome!

So where next? I’m basically working my way through my bookshelf and I suppose will work my way round the globe little by little...

#cornish #cornish language #kernowek #cornwall #celtic languages #brittonic languages #revived languages #langblr #endangered languages #welsh #irish #scots gaelic #manx #notgreenlandic

[drethebarber]

THE “DRE THE BARBER” STORY by Andrae Deon Davis

What’s good world! This is a story about a young man some of you may know and others may not, but let me take you on a ride through my life. I was born in March 1982 and raised in Little Rock, Arkansas on the south side of the city. The middle child of three, I had an older brother named Chris and a little sister, Katheryn. My single mother, Wendy, was so beautiful, hardworking, church going, and could sing her butt off. She had one of the most beautiful voices you would ever hear. She took care of her kids on her own and made sure we had things provided for.

Chris had a different father while Kat and I had the same dad. Our dad, Ramon, was a preacher and was part of a gospel singing group. His side of the family was into church heavy and could sing very well. I guess that’s how my mother and father met. Just about every weekend, I would go spend time with my dad and my paternal grandmother, Mae. Kat was too young, so she really couldn’t come. Grandma Mae just loved the boys of the family, not really caring much about the girls at all for some reason. I recall going to be with my dad to watch him sing and play drums, and sometimes lead the group on a song or two. My mother didn’t really care for him, as she would sometimes prevent my sister and I from seeing him and often calling him “Reverend Low Down.” I’m guessing she had personal issues going on with him. Sometimes my dad wouldn’t show up when he said he was coming. I would just have a fit and cry often times because I loved being around my dad so much.

As the years progressed, the streets started taking a bad turn in the late 80’s. Drugs and gangs were on the rise and my brother Chris was slowly getting more involved in the streets. He was hanging with his neighborhood friends. They all went to Mitchell Elementary, hung out every day, and played for a little league football team called the Sunset Tigers. One day Chris and his friends got together and made up a posse. This was during the time that gangster rap was thriving. You had your N.W.A’s and other similar groups, etc. Chris and friends, Alex, Harold, T.J., Bobby, Frankie, and Ant used to hang on this corner called Shillier, and on this corner the street number was 23rd. They decided to take 23rd and make it into a posse. They were kicking people’s butts fighting, stealing, and they were even doing makeshift tattoos with erasers putting “23rd” on their arms. The click took a turn in the early 90’s however. Some of the friends went their ways, but the posse continued to grow, turning into “the Crips.” Alex, Ant, Frankie, and Bobby, remained “23rd” and my brother Chris, Harold, T.J. became “8ball Bloods.” Later through the years, the friends became enemies, and over time relations worsened.

During this time in the early 90’s, it was evident the streets weren’t safe anymore. You had “Bloods” around the corner, and “Crips” on the next. There was drive by after drive by, killing after killing, and violence was rampant. Seeing this, my mother moved around quite a bit, but never quite out of the area. Chris would go spend time with our maternal grandma, Henrie Lee, and our uncles Willie, Mooney, Kwanis, and Aunt Edwina to try to keep him out of trouble. But that didn’t help anyway. Chris was getting into a lot of trouble, so they moved to 29th and Summit in a big, beautiful house on the corner. Though the home itself was a nicer place to live than the last living environment, it was directly across the street from the Sunset Projects. The whole block was full of “Bloods” and “Vice Lords,” drug dealers, killers, and crack addicts. Anything and everything you can name was on that block. There was something peculiar going on. Chris started to really change, selling dope heavy, getting busted, and the streets just took him under. My mother, too, started to change. She was a janitor for the school district making good money, but lost her job because the streets were getting to her. Things just started to change for the worst it seemed as she later on became a crack addict herself.

My brother’s friends were serving off our porch, and serving my mother as well. I was finding crack pipes all around the house, seeing my mother sleep with all kinds of men, walking in her room and seeing her lie across the bed butt naked, sleep with a crack pipe on the side of the night stand. Winter came and we would have no lights, water, or gas at times. Roaches and maggots were in our food, and we’d only be surviving off of Faygo pop drinks and Flamin’ Hot Cheetos. Often times, we’d ask the neighbors for clean drinking water. Things were so bad, not only did we have pests and rodents living with us, rats would chew up our clothes. So one day, my Grandma Henrie Lee just got sick and tired, and came and got Kat and I while we both were still in elementary school. My brother, Chris, was in jail for beating up a teacher at Southwest Jr. High. Grandma Henrie made sure Kat and I were good, showing us how to respect others, and how to take care of ourselves. My mother continued to stay out in the streets. Progressively declining and starting to be more visibly battered, becoming very skinny, and not looking like the mother I had known. She looked like she could die any day.

As a young man entering junior high at Henderson, I also was straggling the line between being in the streets like my brother or growing up to be a good young man. One day I got caught throwing up gang signs. Somebody told my Uncle Willie, who was a police officer by trade, and understandably stern with me. My uncle got on me tough, put a whipping to my backside, and told me forcefully that he would not let me end up in these streets like Chris. He just didn’t want to lose another nephew, so he did what he could to influence and rear me. By this time it was the late 90’s, and I was entering high school. My grandmother sent me to live with my Uncle Willie and his wife because she felt that I needed a father figure in my life. After reviewing her options, she thought that Uncle Willie was the best fit, and I must say Uncle Willie did a good job at it. He took me in and showed me how to be a respectful, clean, and responsible young man.

While I was in high school, my mom went to prison. The drugs did her so bad, and she just didn’t want help. She was in jail my last two years of high school. Hoping she would get out by the time I graduated in 2000, when she didn’t, my mother sent me a letter telling me how sorry she was. I was just in tears uncontrollably. The slight bright side was that my brother Chris actually did get out of jail in time to watch me graduate. I don’t believe people in high school ever knew what was going on in my life because I never showed it. I would always dressed nice and kept a smile on my face. I would try to keep people smiling, laughing just to be silly, and enjoying being the life of the party. My Uncle Willie’s wife was trying to get me to go to college heavy. She had me applying for school after school. I loved drawing, and was looking at art schools, but there was something different I wanted to do. I wanted to cut hair though never in life had I picked up clippers. I told my uncle’s wife that I wanted to go to barber school and she just shot my dreams down. She said that I would never make it cutting hair since there’s no money in it. Because she came from a family that went on to school, she figured that’s what I needed to do.

Hearing this, I decided to go and talk to my grandmother seeing that I knew she’d give me a different opinion. She told me to be whatever I want to be and if that’s being a barber then I should do it. She said she knew I would make it and be okay if I followed my heart. So then I had a talk with my uncle. He just kept it all out real, saying that college is not for everybody. He advised that if I felt that it’s not for me, then I should just do something productive. That was like the best advice I’d ever heard. After talking with them, I applied to barber school and got accepted. After this, my uncle’s wife didn’t like it at all. We wound up getting into it and she didn’t want me living there anymore. She even went on to say that I was the reason that my uncle and her weren’t working out. After facing this news, I decided to bounce and go live with my brother Chris. He made sure I was straight, but I knew this new lifestyle came with other facets. Chris was then selling drugs really heavy, and most nights we had to answer the door with guns. There were drug addicts running in and out of the home, due to my brother selling everything you can name. With me responding to the cards I was given, everything came with a grain a salt. I was now pursuing my dream of becoming a barber, but things in my life were still becoming worse.

I ended up moving out of the apartment from my brother because of safety. By this time it’s 2001, and I had a girl by the name of Shae. She was fresh out of high school, and both of us got a place together in the same complex that my brother Chris was staying in. I was still in school, but after school I would drive her car around and cut hair for $5 while she was at work. She held me down, paid the bills until I was out of school, and worked long hours to make it happen. My brother was keeping the drugs and guns at our apartment so the cops wouldn’t know where to find it if they busted him. Chris was getting big time, making all kinds of money, and things just started to change in 2002. He started messing with more of the wrong people, and I watched as friends and family got jealous. People were getting over on him, yet Chris and some of our cousins had the city on lock. Things went sour, and Chris ended up catching an attempted murder charge. He shot a chick seven times, and got into it with more people. It got so bad that he told me and Shae to move somewhere else because he didn’t feel that we were safe staying there anymore. He told me to give the drugs and guns to our cousins so they can come up on some money to get him out.

Chris was later able to get out on a $250,000 bond. He was out of jail only three months when he and I talked, and he told me I’m the reason he sold drugs and did what he did. It was because of how he coped with how we were struggling and how he wanted to see the family bounce back. Then a couple weeks after this, Chris got killed. He was found shot dead in a ditch on July 4th, 2002. I had lost my only brother, and our cousin was killed the day before. Grandma Henrie Lee died a couple months later, then I lost my best friend Braylon that same summer, all in one year. Then, to compound this, I broke up with my girlfriend Shae after three years due to the pressure.

Despite this, I ended up getting out of school in 2003, becoming one of the city of Little Rock’s highly talked about barbers. I have traveled around the nation cutting all kinds of celebrities’ hair. I won the “Best Barber” award in 2006. As well, I also became a rapper and had one of the best songs that came out in the city, called “Do the Jump Rope.” The hit made mainstream, allowing me to perform on MTV Sweet 16, and opening up for various big-time artists. Then, however, I knew there was a bigger picture I had drawn out.

In 2008, my mom went back to prison again. I used to be so upset at her, but I learned to let it go, and allow God to handle it. She will always be my mom, and you only get one. For her to get better, she will need me and my sister to hold her down and be there for her when needed. I decided to move to Atlanta in 2008. I jumped out on faith, leaving everything behind. All of my worries, stress, my losses, and just started over. I haven’t looked back since. I’ve met and fostered great connections with people since arriving. In January 2014, I opened my own shop in Atlanta called Levelz Beauty and Barber Lounge. It was one of the most talked about shops in the city. But closed it down in July 2015 due to conflict of interest with my Business partner. Also, I’m glad to say that my mother is out of prison now and has been clean since her release in 2011.

This story is a testament of my life and its struggles. I understand I’ve gone through a lot to get where I wanted to be. It was nothing but the grace of God that got me through this. For the people who are always looking from the outside, you never know what the person you are viewing is going through on the inside. What I did showed people that no matter what happens in your life, it can get better. And I’m a witness to that. Now that I’ve told you, you can see why I’m blessed and why I draw people to me. That’s because I put my mind on being successful and to be the best I want to be. All the stuff I’ve been through in my life, I use it as motivation. I feel that y'all should do the same and stop making excuses. So to all of you that’s going through it, it’s up to y'all to get up and get it! Stop blaming the next man for your struggles. This is my story and I hope y'all enjoyed it.

SHOUT OUT TO MY FAM, THE DAVIS FAMILY, and HUNTER FAMILY. Also, my SISTER KAT. Baby I love you so much eeeeeeeeeeeh!!!!!! To my uncles WILLE, MOONY, and KWANIS. DADDY, FOR GIVING ME THAT CREATIVE SIDE. AND MY BEST FRIEND SHAE of course. I LOVE YOU GIRL AND I OWE YOU THE WORLD. AND ALL MY FRIENDS THAT’S BEEN THROUGH THICK AND THEN WITH ME. UNTIL THEN I’M GOING TO CONTINUE TO BALL OUT AND BE THE BEST! #POW!!!!! YOU CAN HATE ME OR LOVE ME!!!! FOLLOW ME DAILY ON INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/drethebarber

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[lettalady]

Lakeside: The Culler Place

Well, it definitely helps if when you set up a scheduled post that you actually check that you’ve entered the correct date so it falls into the queue sequence where you actually want it and not, oh, a year from now. 

Figures I’d do something silly like that for the final installment (ok ok, final for now) of Lakeside. Ready for it? And maybe a few headcanon photosets for what the future holds at the very end. Here we go! 

Tom lives at the lake in the mountains where the memory of his parents is the strongest - the place where they went on their honeymoon, and took their children each summer, and would have lived out their retirement. His sister keeps renting out the old Johnson place, among other lakeside homes, and bringing in these tourists that make such a damn mess. Not to mention the fact that when they break things he’s the one that ends up having to fix them. And Tom? He just wants to be able to throw up a ‘Back in 1 hour’ sign in the window of the bait & tackle shop on their end of the marina and boat over to the only other business nearby, pop open a beer and watch the sunset at his best friend’s bar.

[Did you miss the start? Not to worry, it’s easy to catch up. Parts 1 & 2: Intro & Ryan Culler can be found here. Parts 3 & 4: Where the Sun Shines & The Week-Ender can be found here. Parts 5 & 6: The Daisy Mae & Three Legged Raceare here. Part 7: When It Rains. Parts 8 & 9: The Fickleness of Fate & The Deeds of Mann are here. Parts 10 & 11: No Shortcuts & Left, Right, and Straight-ahead can be found here. And Part 12: Relations and Revelations can be found here.]

[Incidentally, and this will be the last note before we get started with the installment - I promise! - I did do the usual thing and made a compilation page for the story.]

Lakeside - The Culler Place

He shouldn’t be enjoying this quite so much, and he knows it, but it’s only the eighth straight day of torrential rain and Ryan is about to go out of her skin. He’s all but sure, now, that she only survived the winter by migrating back and forth between here – her lakeside home – and crashing with friends in the city.

Cell reception went out yesterday, which is partially to blame for her current state. Lines to the closest tower probably got taken out by some trees. Soggy as the ground is, it’s actually a little surprising there are still safe routes in and out of their lakeside community.

There was that brief respite this morning, when she realized she had a few spreadsheets saved to her laptop that she could finish out… but now those are done and she’s itching for something to do. She’s been bumping around inside, circling back to her laptop like a homing pigeon to check and see if anything has changed with the internet connection.

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So yea. It’s all I had written, all that I originally had in mind. It doesn’t mean that’s where the story ends for these characters, far from it. But open endings are the best, right? There’s opportunity untapped. Potential for so much more than we’ve gotten to witness. What other headcanons exist for this story? Scroll on for some photo clues, and little snippets.

Want to know how Tom gets Ryan to stay up at the lake for the duration of the winter? He enlists help from the sweetest little pup at the local shelter. Four legged friends are the best, and he kind of ends up wondering why he waited so long to adopt a pet. 

It takes another two seasons before Ryan can convince Tom to upgrade his truck. Daisy Mae was where he’d previously spent his money. Daisy Mae, and the business, at any rate. So the truck was a little battered. When you’re hauling supplies around the lake what does it matter? What really helps Ryan’s case is simply the fact that Gordon and Tori are intent on at least having both a boy and a girl, and it’s all but impossible to ferry any more than three people - or two people and a dog - around in Tom’s old green truck. 

And, well, after Tori all but ruined the wedding dress Tom had bought her, you’d think that for his own wedding he might have pushed for a different venue. Someplace where no one in the wedding party would get tempted, from happiness or after a few drinks, to take a plunge. But it was their home, that lake, so why on earth not? 

#lakeside!Tom #imagine tom hiddleston #imagine bryce dallas howard #imagine sebastian stan #tom hiddleston fanfiction #fanfiction addition #writing addiction #au!tom #wherein I have all manner of feels over these characters #and am slowly becoming that person that has far too many pinterest boards simply comprised of writing inspiration #and I probably could have kept right on going adding page after page chapter after chapter to this fic #but then we'd have far more than 48 pages worth of material and no end in sight #which sounds oddly familiar now that I stop to think about it #ahaha YOJA is the story that will never end I stg #but that's not what this post is about #this is a RomCom!Tom post

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I have also found that I forgot to post the last chapter, my bad.

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The Story Of A Life Time

Chapter 10

Io was slightly frantic as he navigated the halls to get to the cells. He forced himself to walk but everyone he passed saw that he looked angry. There was also a crazed glint in his eyes but that wasn't odd seeing as it was always there.

Everyone stayed out of Io's way as he walked and none of them looked right at him. Io didn't notice any of this as he walked, he was to focused on where he was going. Io   walked to the cell block and threw open the door.

The other prisoners yelled and cursed at him but he didn't care, he just kept walking and ignored all of them. Io stopped in front of Fenrir's door and after a second he opened it and walked in.

*****

Fenrir had been sitting in his cell thinking about that time from years ago and wondered how he had ever forgotten. Most of what he remembered was when he was still being kept in a cell hot when he had escaped.

Fenrir wanted to get out of his cell but he was to weak and there were likely about a hundred people that he would have to get by before he even got outside. He wouldn't be able to fight a lot of people in this state.

Just than the door open and Fenrir looked up and saw Io walking into the room. He didn't have the energy to move or he would have at least tried to stand. Io opened the metal door and walked up to him before kneeling in front of him.

"You were the one that broke me out of the lab weren't you?"

"So you remember that?" Io nodded.

Io thought for a moment than stood up, "Wait here." Fenrir thought saying that was a little pointless, he couldn't move either way.

*****

Io walked out of the cell and walked down the hall to where he knew the three torturers were. Be kicked the door open and the three fell of the chairs they had been sitting in. They had no idea why he was there but they knew it probably wasn't good.

Io grabbed the key to the chains for the prisoners and walked out of the room without saying a word. The three stared at the broken door he had just slammed closed and wondered what he was doing.

Io was feeling a bit pissed at that moment and there was a good reason for that. It was obvious that Fenrir had been tortures and Io hadn't given anyone to do so. He was going to have to have a 'talk' with them later.

Io went back to Fenrir's cell and walked in.

*****

Io was back a few minutes later and he was holding a key but he didn't know what the key was for. Io knelt beside him and started unlocking the shackles on his wrists.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of here." Fenrir had no clue why he would be doing that but he didn't fight it. Fenrir knew that Io had been the one to have him brought here so he didn't know why he would let him go.

"Just so you know I didn't tell anyone they could torture you." Fenrir was shocked that Io hadn't wanted anyone to torture him, he also sounded angry. Was he mad that someone had tortured him without permission?

Fenrir noticed that there wasn't anyone in the hallways when they started heading for the front door. He didn't know why there wasn't a single person to be seen but he was glad there wasn't.

Io lead him to the front door and quickly looked around before he continued walking and Fenrir followed. They continued walking and Io looked at Fenrir every once in a while to make sure he didn't stumble or fall.

It was nearly dark and by the time they reached the dark sides boundaries to reach the light side night had fallen. The silvery moonlight and the stars were the only light they had when they got there.

Io was about to say goodbye to Fenrir and turn back when a voice caught his attention. "Io!" Io turned toward the voice and saw Dre as well as two others standing there.

*****

Dre didn't know what to do about Fenrir's disappearance but he knew he had to figure it out. Dre traveled to Mae's town and discussed it with her. Neither of them could figure out where Io might have him being held.

After two hours Alda burst into the room and announced that she was going after Fenrir herself. The two tried to stop her so she would calm down a little but she couldn't be swayed. So the two ended up going with her.

They had just reached the boundaries between the two sides when they spotted the them. Fenrir looked hurt and Dre felt angry.

*****

Io stared at Dre and waited to see what he would do though he had a few guesses. Dre took a few steps and Io was just about to react when Fenrir stepped between the two. They were both shocked that he had done it but Fenrir didn't care in the slightest.

Fenrir glared at Dre and, without speaking, dared him to make a move. Dre stayed where he was, "Fenrir what are you doing?"

"I'm not letting you hurt him."

"He had his people kidnap you, you were tortured because of him."

"It's not the first time." Mae and Alda were surprised by his response but Io and Dre didn't react.

Alda was the only one that spoke, "What do you mean." Fenrir looked at Io than back again and didn't answer her question.

Io looked at Fenrir before turning around, "Goodbye Fenrir." He walked back to the dark side and Fenrir watched for a minute before turning to the others again. None of them did anything for several minutes. Fenrir walked toward them but he passed them without saying anything.

It took about an hour but they finally reached town and Fenrir went into an alley before teleporting. Alda looked in the alley he had gone into and was confused when he wasn't there. No one knew that Fenrir could teleport which is part of the reason why he did it so much.

*****

When Io got back he took care of the three that had tortured Fenrir. He let the three bleed out before they died and he smiled as he watched them die. After that he went to bed.

The next day he stopped anyone from trying to attack the light side and almost everyone hated him for it. They hated him before that but he didn't care, he quickly shut them up.

*****

As time went on Io and Fenrir talked more and Io made peace with the light side, though everyone thought he was trying to fool them at first. Io proved that he genuinely wanted peace and the dark side is better off as well.

Io and Fenrir quickly became best friends and Fenrir was able to get Mae, Alda, and Dre to trust him to. Io told them about the experiments and Fenrir told them about how he was tortured when he was younger.

His parents were killed right in front of him and he was captured because they thought he had information about something. In truth he didn't but no one would believe him and he couldn't do anything about it.

However everything got better for both of them and they finally got a happy ending.

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Another week, another… I don’t know. I was going to try being insightful, but just blanked. And today I’m writing everything that pops into my head while I write this week in review. To start off the week, I went to my cousin’s house for her daughter’s first birthday party. Which was nice since I haven’t seen her since she was still my boss… and now I basically have her position at work. Plus seeing a kid have their first cake is super, duper cute! My mom and I also walked around Rice Lake twice over the weekend which is about 5 miles each time, so 10 miles in total. Thankfully my ankle no longer kills me when I stand or walk for a long time, so I think the sprain is finally healed!

I’ve also been getting way more into grunge makeup/clothes. I still love the casual and natural-ish style but the grunge just is so appealing to me and it’s fun to experiment with it. Reminds me of what I wanted to do in junior and senior high school… but never did because of my parents. Now my mom has gotten used to me playing around with makeup and will actually be seen in public with me regardless of what color my lips are that day. Another thing I’ve been playing around with are extensions and an ombre wig that has really dark roots. But I have yet to figure out how to make the hairline look natural without wearing a beanie, and quite frankly I don’t think I will ever. I love beanies so that’s quite alright with it regardless.

I was also insanely happy that they released the fourth year of Hogwarts Mystery, but they didn’t release the full year all at once. Which somewhat annoying since I have been waiting for weeks for the next year, but I get they are still developing the application. They didn’t know what everyone would want and I’m glad they are adding new elements to it like playing gobstones, eating meals, and drinking butter beers with friends. It just makes the game more fun in my opinion. And I can always just working on my skills/levels by going to classes in the meantime, but I seriously would love to have some more chapters to get further into the story. It’s so interesting and who is this elusive R? Each year they bring up someone different with an R in their name, so I don’t think this newest one is going to be R but I’m excited to see where it goes. Also what your character decides to do after Hogwarts or if you get a say in the career your character goes towards.

Weekly Discoveries/Obsessions:

Mobile Games: Hogwarts Mystery (Year 4).

Television Shows: Steven Universe (Volume 7).

Weekly Influencer Shout-outs:

This is a weekly thing I do, if you are new to these weekly updates. There are tons of influencers both on Instagram, blogging, YouTube, etc. that just don’t get their voices heard or their platform has made it so they aren’t being heard anymore. So I wanted to do shout-outs to those individuals. If there is someone you don’t think is getting the attention they need let us know in the comments so we can all check them out.

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My Week in Review Another week, another... I don't know. I was going to try being insightful, but just blanked. And today I'm writing everything that pops into my head while I write this week in review.

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The Story Of A Life Time

Chapter 4: What To Do When You Don’t Care

Fenrir hadn't been asked to go to town hall for the past three days and he was glad for that. He was able to do whatever he wanted without someone bugging him about the same thing. He was just chilling in the fields when he heard two people approaching him.

The stopped right next to him but Fenrir didn't open his eyes, "Fenrir we need to talk to you." He opened one eye to see Alda and Mae and Fenrir closed his eye again, he didn't want to talk to them.

"Fenrir get up." Alda sounded angry and he opened his eye again.

"What do you want?"

"Someone wants to talk to you." Mae said looking serious. Fenrir sighed and got up before following the two into town and toward town hall. Fenrir would have stopped right then and there if it hadn't been for one thing. Alda always came to get him herself whenever Mae wanted to talk to him.

Fenrir followed them to a room that wasn't Mae's, he actually hadn't been in this room before. It was always locked so no one ever went into the room so Fenrir was interested to see what was in the room.

Mae and Alda stood to the side so he could go into the room and after he had stepped inside they closed the door. Neither of them had stayed in the room and Fenrir was slightly confused as to why they hadn't stayed. He got his answer when a calm voice spoke from the other side of the room.

"Hello Fenrir."

Fenrir turned to see the one and only Dre watching him from where he was sitting behind a desk. Fenrir would have been surprised if he hadn't still been trying to wake himself up from his nap in the field.

Dre gestured toward a chair that was close to him and Fenrir sat down while yawning slightly. Normally people wouldn't show any sort of disrespect toward Dre but Fenrir couldn't care less.

Dre didn't react to the yawn and instead leaned back in his chair while he studied Fenrir. "I was told that you defeated three people from the dark side, is that true?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"I have also been told that Mae has been trying to get you to join her group to keep the dark side at bay. You keep refusing to join no matter how many times she asks you, why is that?"

"I'll tell you the same thing I told her, joining that group is suicide. The best thing that could happen is them killing you quickly. Most of the time they get captured and get tortured before they end up dying. After that you either get eaten or they just throw you out, I don't want any part of that."

"How do you know if they get tortured?" Fenrir glared at Dre and waited a second before answering.

"I showed up here out of nowhere and no one knew who I was, the only thing they knew is that I had a lot of scars. What do you think?"

Dre looked genuinely surprised and Fenrir just got up and walked toward the door. He stopped just before he opened it, "Oh and one more thing." He half turned to look Dre in the eye, "Don't tell anyone about what I said." With that Fenrir opened the door and closed it with a soft click before teleporting home.

After Fenrir was back home he went straight to bed even though it was the middle of the day. He thought about what he had said and exactly what happened before he got here. He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts, he didn't want to think about it anymore.