#yes i am a swiftie now apparently

[writingstoraes]

total swiftie 🎶

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: this was requested but somehow i cant find it in my inbox :(( anyway i hope u like this, anon! happy the eras tour 🤍 sorry this took so long lol

about: it's your life mission to convert charles into a total swiftie.

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yourusername i once believed love would be burning red — but it's golden, like daylight 🌅

appreciation post for the personification of the lover album, songs and the entire english vocabulary are not enough to express how much i adore u 🤍

(ps. pls join me in being a swiftie baby)

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charles_leclerc As much as I want to, I just can't grasp the folklore love triangle, amoúr

f1swift LMAO NOT THE FOLKLORE LOVE TRIANGLE??? Y/N SO REAL FOR THIS

lecsmidnight absolutely right queen charles is such a lover album

sainzz55 more like 1989???

pierregasly I caught Charles today watching the Bejeweled music video if it helps 😅

charles_leclerc MATE

yourusername awwww baby :((

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Spontaneous adventure around the city at night + my passenger princess ❤️ (She races me for the AUX and blasts Taylor songs the whole ride in her efforts to convert me into a swiftie)

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yourusername anddd how am i doing so far?

charles_leclerc Getting close 😘

leclercs13 y/n converting charles into a swiftie is just so real of her

carlossainz55 Just be a swiftie Charles, Midnights is so good 😁

yourusername SEE YOU GET IT CARLOS

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charles_leclerc How I masterminded my way into catching my girlfriend by surprise with the fact that I actually am a Swiftie:

1. Adore how passionate she becomes when talking about her favorite artist

2. Let her rant about album theories, which "Taylor's version" we get next, and finally listen properly when she explains the folklore love triangle

3. Learn Taylor Swift's entire discography, from debut until now

4. Pester the whole grid in helping me get The Eras front row tour tickets

5. Surprise her with the concert tickets and just watch her have the time of her life (surprised that I know the lyrics to the songs)

6. Just when she thinks the night ends at the concert, take her to a magnificent dinner and propose using a "Paper Rings" reference.

isahernaez Oh my god the big surprise is finally here! Congratulations, you two 🥂

lecs13 WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE LAST STEP IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT

sainzzhero charles proposing what the actual FUCK I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING

danielricciardo ...I am so honored to be the one who got the tickets (me and my fast typing skills)

landonorris You only got those cause my computer lagged 😒

carlossainz55 You two arguing I was literally the first one on the website

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yourusername i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, charles_leclerc 💍

except you actually got me a real ring, but i would have said yes as long as it's you. je tàime, my love 🤍

charles_leclerc Excited to spend the rest of my life screaming Taylor Swift songs in the car with you, baby 😚

c2legends such goals im going to cry

charles1655 GOD ME WHEN

lewishamilton Congratulations, Y/N and Charles 🥂 Swiftie Charles is a refreshing new side of him hahaha

carlossainz55 Best wishes, you two! Please remember: I was the first on the ticket website. Don't believe whatever Daniel says 😁

arthur_leclerc Welcome to the family, Y/N! I also want tour tickets 🙏

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notes: this took some time to make lol ANYWAYYYY thank you so much for reading and lmk what u guys think! 🤍 tumblr is giving me a hard time right now apparently the formatting is weird in ios devices 🥹 like the bold texts are all off n shit and it wont let me fix it 😭

[falcqns]

you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now) chapter two

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins, Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen, background Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Tamara is released from the hospital and into Lucy’s care. Lucy is given a few weeks off to adjust to being a parent, and Lucy tells Grey, Jackson not to say anything to anyone about her having Tamara. b

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon divergence, autistic!Tamara, Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen, Lucy is a hardcore swiftie. tagging @natashasera as always!

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

When Grey finally shows up to the hospital, Lucy had fallen asleep in the chair with the baby on her chest, still snoozing. Lucy is awoken by Grey gently poking her arm, and she lets out a groan at the stiffness of her neck as she opens her eyes. 

“I see you’ve got things under control here,” Grey says, a smile on his face. Lucy chuckled. 

“Yeah,” she said, sitting up slightly, being mindful of the sleeping infant on her chest. “Everything is going well.”

Grey nodded, looking at the baby. “Hows she doing?” 

Lucy glanced down at her before answering. “Surprisingly, she’s perfectly healthy. She had a very minuscule amount of meth in her system, and the nurse said it’ll leave her system in the next 8-24 hours. Other than that, she’s perfectly healthy, and was most likely full term. Passed her APGAR test with a perfect 10.” 

“That’s good,” Grey said, taking a seat in the chair across from Lucy. “Heard anything from DCFS?” 

Lucy shook her head. “No, apparently they’re backed up quite a bit.”

Grey huffed slightly. “What else is new.” He shook his head. “Are you planning on staying here with her until someone shows up?” 

Lucy nodded. “Yes, sir.” She took a deep breath, and then continued. “I’m also going to ask to take her in.” 

Grey looked at her, a wrinkle in his brows. “You know it’s not your obligation to, right Chen?”

“I know.” Lucy responded with a smile. “I just feel very attached to her, and the thought of her going into a very broken system breaks my heart. I’ve been an emergency foster parent since I was 20, and have the means to provide and the room for her. I just want to know she’s safe, and I feel that the only way I will know that for sure is for me to take her in myself.” She finished. “A-as long as they let me, of course.”

Grey smiled warmly at her. “They’d be stupid not to.” 

Lucy smiled, glancing down at the baby. “Thank you, sir.”

Grey nodded in response. “In that case, you will receive up to 12 weeks leave, 6 of which is paid. Now, you don’t have to take the whole thing, and you don’t have to take it all at once, that part is completely up to you. I know that you’re eager to finish your training.”

“I am eager to sir,” Lucy said. “But her being safe and cared for is more important. Will uh-“ she gulped. “Will Tim be okay with me taking that much time off though?” 

“He’ll have no choice but to be okay with it. Besides, he’ll probably adore this little one.”

Lucy’s head snapped up at that. She completely forgot she would actually have to tell Tim about the baby, something she didn’t want to do. She didn’t want him to yell at her for making what he saw as a ‘stupid decision’ or to judge her in anyway. 

“Actually, sir, I don’t want Tim to know.” She said. “I don’t want him to know why I’m taking some time off. I don’t want anyone other than you, Nolan, and Jackson to know. And the captain of course.” She explained. “Its not that I don’t want to show her off or anything, but I don’t want everyone getting attached in the event that DCFS finds next of kin or a permanent placement for her. And I’d rather my 6 weeks with her be calm, and as work free as possible.”

Grey raised a hand. “Completely understandable. I can just let everyone know that you are on extended leave, and will be back in a few months time. I legally cannot tell anyone why you’re off with out your consent.”

“Thank you sir.” Lucy said, just as the door opened, and a DCFS worker walked in. She came to a stop next to Grey, and smiled at Lucy. 

“Hello, officer Chen.” She said. “I am Stacie Warner, from DCFS. I understand that you are the one that found the infant?” 

Lucy nodded. “Yes ma’am, I am.” She answered. She watched as Stacie wrote something on her clipboard. 

“Okay, perfect. I just need you to sign this paper signifying that you were indeed the one to find her.” She said, and passed the clipboard and pen to Lucy. Lucy lifted a hand from under the blanket, and signed off. Stacie took the clipboard and glanced at it briefly. 

“Okay.” Stacie said, looking up at the infant and Lucy. “I spoke to the nurse, and she said that she will be discharged later tonight, so once that happens, I will take her with me to the office, and work on finding a placement for her.”

“About that,” Lucy said, sitting up straighter. “I am an emergency foster parent, and was wondering if it is possible for me to take her in?”

Stacie looked up, a little bit of shock on her face. “Oh yes, that’s right. I thought your name sounded familiar. I’m just going to call my supervisor and confirm, and get the paperwork started as soon as possible in order for you to take her home tonight. Do you have a car seat to transport her?” 

“Uh, no-“ Lucy began but Grey cut her off. 

“The station has some. I’ll have West bring you one.” Grey said, pulling out his phone.

“Perfect.” Stacie said. “I’ll be right back.” She then left the room, and pressed her phone to her ear. 

“Okay,” Grey said, putting his phone away. “Jackson is going to bring you the carseat, and your car. He was actually wondering where you were, but I didn’t give anything away, just told him that you were here, needed a ride home, and an officer required an infant carseat.” 

Lucy nodded. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” 

“Of course.” 

Stacie walked back in a moment later. “Okay, Officer Chen, you are all set to foster her. Because she doesn’t have a name at the moment, you can either name her, or DCFS will make up a name for her on her birth certificate.” 

Lucy looked down at the baby. “I’ll name her, if thats okay. Will she get my last name?” 

Stacie nodded. “Yes. At least until we find her family, or she is adopted, either by you or another family.” 

Lucy nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Are you okay to fill out the birth certificate and discharge paperwork?” Stacie asked, and Lucy nodded. 

“Yes I am.” 

“Okay. Here is my card,” Stacie said, pulling out a business card with her phone number and email. “I will be the one in charge of her case, and if you have any questions at all, please don’t hesitate to call or email.”

“Okay, thank you so much.” Lucy said. Stacie nodded, said her goodbyes, and left the room. 

“See?” Grey said with a smile. “Told you they’d say yes.”

Lucy just giggled, and looked back down at the sleeping infant. 

“What are you going to name her?” Grey asked, and Lucy answered without looking up. 

“Tamara.” She said. “It means the lotus flower in Indian, which represents purity and divinity.” 

“Beautiful,” Grey said. “Any middle name ideas?” 

“Oh, um.” Lucy said, looking up. “I’m not going to give her a middle name. In Asian culture, having no middle name is customary. I don’t have a middle name, so it feels wrong to give her one when I don’t, if that makes sense?” 

Grey nodded. “Of course.” He stood up. “Well, if you need anything, just give me a call. I’m sure Jackson is on his way, and will be here soon. I’m going to head back to the station and get your leave paperwork started. Just stop by tomorrow at some point to sign it, okay?” 

Lucy nodded. “Yes, sir. Will do.” 

“Great.” He said, and headed out. 

45 minutes later, Lucy had changed Tamara for the first time, and filled out her birth certificate and discharge paperwork. As she was handing the paperwork back to the nurse, Jackson came in the room with her duffle bag and an Graco SnugRide carseat in tow. 

“Do you know wh-“ Jackson began to ask, but stopped when he saw Lucy being handed some formula and diapers from the nurse. 

“You?” He said in shock. “You needed the carseat?” 

Lucy nodded, a sheepish smile on her face. “Y-yeah. I found her earlier today, and am taking her in as a foster placement.” 

“Oh wow.” Jackson said, putting the car seat down and peering into the bassinet where Tamara was fast asleep in her fluffy onesie that the hospital had provided for her. “She’s adorable.” 

“Yeah,” Lucy smiled. “She is.” 

“So I’m guessing we need to make a stop at Walmart on the way home?” He asked, and Lucy nodded. 

“Yes, we really do. I don’t have anything for her other than what they gave me.” 

Jackson nodded. “No problem. Has she been discharged?” 

Lucy nodded. “Yeah, I can take her home right now.” 

The next few minutes consisted of Jackson and Lucy buckling Tamara into the carseat, and gathering all their belongings up. Lucy darted into the bathroom and changed out of her uniform quickly, and before she knew it, Lucy was leaving the hospital, 7 pound 3 ounce baby in tow. 

They made a quick stop at Walmart, and bought everything they needed for Tamara, at least for a little while. Lucy dropped Jackson off at his place, and Jackson wished her a goodnight, promising to come over after work tomorrow, and making her promise to call him if she needed anything. 

Lucy glanced back at Tamara, who was sound asleep in her carseat. 

“Well, baby girl,” She said, turning into the roadway. “Lets head home.”

[mrsfezziwig]

Joe-ver, Traylor & Condescension

I know how I reacted to the news that Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn had broken up because a fellow Swiftie I am close friends with via FB - I am housebound - gave me the 'terrible' news. Dissolving into fits of laughter apparently wasn't the reaction I should have had; whilst the rest of Swiftville collectively used sobbing emojis in tweets, Facebook status updates, Instagram posts and comments, I was among the few who were marvelling at the fact it managed to last six years at all. I was among those who were avoiding saying 'I told you so' by duct-taping our mouths closed.

Apparently it is morally reprehensible to speak ill of the dead, and Joe's career may as well dead as a door nail now he only has his... skills to fall back on. No one can ever convince me that this man got the roles he did because of his talent alone. Even if he was told that his almost god-tier performance in audition was what got him the role, directors and casting agents aren't stupid. Being linked to the whirlwind force that is Taylor Swift means that her immensely supportive fans will support those she loves, equalling higher ratings and more cash. Oh, and it would make doors firmly shut to these directors and producers before magically swing open with a 'tada' and jazz hands. But of course it was alllll Joe, it was no one else but Joe that pushed him into suddenly getting the role he went for each time. Yes, I am being condescending, but the reason I have been so purposefully scathing is having had the pleasure of working with this man pre-Taylor. I wasn't yet debilitated by my medical condition and my in-real-life best friend was working on the wardrobe for a show which Joe was in. She needed help with understanding knitting and other 'lady-like' skills, which I have experience with from the age of seven. My opinion of the man is formed from seeing his interpersonal connections and just how pompous he was then.

After the initial wave of 'oh no' and 'this can't be happening', the tide swept away the sand-like haze the fandom had been in and left bare the truth that everyone failed to see sooner. Joe thought Taylor was beneath him in terms of her craft. She wrote songs to go on albums that are insanely popular but also effete, passing fads and fripperies compared to 'real' artsy music. These song were dumb, unless he was in the credits because money doesn't matter; in his head he is a modern version of a 1920s bohemian who lives in a tiny studio surrounded by easels and clay, earning a pittance and drinking with friends every night as they discuss intellectual things the majority of people can't even pronounce.

Suddenly Swiftville filled with pauses then began to whisper about how Joe really treated Taylor, how his demands for a total blackout in terms of speaking about the relationship were kind of controlling, and that he liked living in the enormous apartment that Taylor rented in London, he just didn't want to be known as 'Taylor Swift's Boyfriend' like it's a disease.

I understand wanting privacy in a relationship but if became obvious quickly that Alwyn wanted to live like he was the star with an average everyday girlfriend who basked in his light, not the other way around. Sure, that privacy was perfect for the time they got together, Taylor was at her very lowest mentally and they were cocooned together, where he can imagine himself as the star like he desired. The pandemic didn't help when it came to being in that cocoon again. I genuinely and passionately believe the relationship would have ended after the Lovefest Tour, or even whilst she was actively touring but it would have been kept secret. A split from the person she wrote almost all of Lover about in the middle of promotion would have been tough to manage in terms of PR. Tree is an absolute wizard when it comes to that but she can't perform miracles!

The Midnights album and tour played a huge part in the break up, or the final, no going back break up as there were a few others according to what various sources have said. In addition I don't believe it was amicable at all, it was protracted and painful, particularly now we know 'You're Losing Me' was written in late 2021! My instincts tingle that they were over in late 2022, but Joe attended the Grammy after party to keep the ruse going for a while, although the why of this part I can't put together sensibly.

As the fuss of Ratty Healy fizzled out (what the fuck were you thinking Taylor?) and The Eras Tour continued on, a new beau appearead in Travis Kelce and it is where I begin to loathe some parts of the fandom. Just as Joe was condescending towards Taylor, her 'fans' are now being condescending to Travis, and that is never fair until you get to know more about them. If whoever is on Ms Swift's arm is a dick, we can call it out but so far, based purely on his podcast with brother Jason, he is a deeply genuine, generous, honest man.

As a time out I would like to look at why I think Taylor and Travis are great for one another, which is obviously only my opinion, this entire essay being based on those and a few podcast episodes, an NFL game I had to dig around on my TV package to find and which I understood literally nothing more of than that the grass was green and Travis was playing... Off I go-

This man is unashamedly himself. There's nothing hiding, he's not pretending the dorky side of him doesn't exist, he has embraced it for millions to see for years and years. He made a fucking friendship bracelet for her. This tall, strong NFL guy sat down and threaded tiny beads onto string with his phone number on. I mean... please? That's some of the cutest shit I have ever heard and probably just bumped my high expectations in what I want in a man into near impossible levels.

Travis is confident and comfortable in his own skin, there's no feeling inferior, he is already successful, in a career that does not sit in the arts sphere so he doesn't need to be Taylor Swift's Boyfriend to get parts in films or sell albums. I also noticed when he waited for Taylor to come off stage in Argentina, he kept his hands behind his back to ensure Taylor was the one in control of the PDA level. She could indicate what she wanted by reaching for his hand or, as we saw, run up to him and throw her arms around him. The mental image of the sequin purple dress as Taylor ran to Joe could practically be a copy paste of this but the second time around there was no hiding under the brim of his baseball cap like he was ashamed to be seen with someone who has mass market appeal. He was there in a shirt so unique he couldn't be misidentified by even an ET.

Now I want to move onto something more serious, something that I cannot believe Swifties considered acceptable to do: dig around in twitter and find tweets 12 years old with misspellings even though it is common knowledge that Travis is Dyslexic!

They dragged a man with dyslexia because his old tweets were misspelled. It was all a joke, of course (/s), but it isn't and shouldn't be, because it was Swifties looking at the tweets, creating a spiderweb thin veneer of being humorous whilst, consciously or unconsciously, thinking Taylor is too good for him because of it. They were trying to make it look like Travis was the dumb jock student who barely breathed near a book his whole life and Taylor the intellectual who uses big words in her songs that he could never understand. In what world is it okay to point out how her past boyfriends looked down on her only to do the same to Travis? This has truly pissed me off.

Oh, how I wish it stopped there but it doesn't. As the news got out of the budding relationship, more than one Swift 'news channel' said she was having a 'himbo' moment. A Himbo moment... How much more degrading can you get? They may as well have been blatant, not cowardly, hiding behind buzzwords and have said:

"He plays in the NFL? Urgh that is so puke, everyone knows those players don't have a decent braincell in their heads! This break up with Joe really hit her hard, Travis has to be a rebound, she couldn't possibly like this guy."

Well, it doesn't take much to find out that actually, Travis has a Bachelors Degree in Interdisciplinary Studies. He didn't have a need to complete his credits, his place with the Kansas City Chiefs is secure, but he still persevered, kept studying despite his difficulties with reading and writing and graduated in 2022. That's not even remotely easy and certainly doesn't make him intellectually beneath Taylor at all.

Another thing I saw and heard more than once was that Taylor looked bored at the Kansas game she attended, unable to understand what she watching and simply doing what others did to hide it. This was the 'first date' for them and she spent it with his parents, who, shockingly wanted to be there to support their son as they always did, in a private box. So much about this is stupid to the point I think these Swifties need to learn a lesson in humility! It's appalling that they are so arrogant, so indelibly stained with Taylor's genius-by-proxy that anyone or anything that sits outside of what they think she enjoys is only fit to be squashed beneath the queen's high heeled boots. Sound fucking familiar? What is laughable about it is that Taylor herself is incredibly humble and thankful and doesn't paint herself as a genius at all!

Scott Swift is a major, major football fan, a former(?) Philadelphia Eagles stalwart and possible Kansas Chiefs new sign up, therefore it is utterly ridiculous to suggest his daughter didn't pick up on the lingo, rules, statistics and points from hearing holy talk about it. Taylor was very responsive to the game, I found as many videos of her as I could to be sure of it, and there was no waiting around for others to react, she was up there shouting and jumping in all her glory, decked out in that perfect shade of red that suits her so well and following the game.

As for the whole 'mama on the first date' thing? Who are you to assume it's a date? Obviously it wasn't. In fact Travis has clearly stated that he invited her to hang out in his box and see him after the game, not as a date... And of all the videos and pictures I have looked up to try and get this opinion piece to be reasonably accurate, the laughter and smiles between Mama Kelce and Taylor look genuine, not like TayTay is playing a part in a movie as has been suggested by some.

By taking a step back from the stupidity and condescension you can see why they work so well, so here's my reasons for why I believe that:

Family comes first for both and they understand the closeness of a family bonded like that as Taylor's parents are her backbone through all the bullshit.

They are both successful and don't actually need one another. It's a position of equality for them both.

Travis has said in his podcast that the paparazzi are insane but he knows how to handle it. He knows that being with a global superstar comes with negatives but you have to decide if those negatives are manageable for the person in your life and he has decided he can hack it. Head down, hold tight to the hand and just go for whatever door you are aiming for.

As strange as this is about to sound, he's a man. At 6'5" he is just perfect for a woman of Taylor's height, she can still wear her heels and feel feminine beside Travis. He is bigger than her security guards and can take a few knocks if anything goes west.

He's a God-damn gentleman. He opened her door, kept hold of her hand tight so as not to lose her in the kerfuffle of photographers outside the SNL meal they went to and he let her pick her comfort zone in terms of hugs and kisses.

Culture. I mean in terms of holidays, traditions, norms and values. Most of the people she's dated have been British, and although we share much, we can never truly understand what Americans feel about their country. To us the idea of reciting a few words to a flag in the corner of a classroom each morning is very, very, very cult vibed.

Freedom. Sure that sounds weird but I mean it in the sense that Travis is a Swiftie, this man knows how utterly off the wall Taylor can be even before he took his friendship bracelet shot at her, and they complement one another in that sense. No judgement will be coming from this man at all, he'd more likely be the one with her on the dance floor as they moved in crazy ways like no one sees them.

They've agreed on how much they are willing to divulge. He consistently says in post game interviews that although he will openly say that they are dating, he won't say anything more than that without speaking to Taylor first, and it doesn't take Stephen Hawking to realise she'd tell him not to elaborate further. Whenever she's mentioned in the podcast it is usually about the fans, not our Queen directly, such as the Christmas single reaching number one on iTunes.

He. Wants. The. World. To. Know. Isn't that refreshing? From her songs alone anyone can deduce that Taylor enjoys being in love and wants that love shouted from the rooftops, she wants to be acknowledged by her partner. She is able to express this in song whilst her other halves generally haven't or if they have it's been too subtle. Going from being as closed off as Jaylor were, to Travis proudly saying they are together must feel awesome for her.

He likes her acknowledgement right back. If you haven't seen the video of his face and neck going red as Tay changed the lyrics to Karma for him, go find it and then come back and read this again.

With all the love and respect I have for Ms Swift, I pray, beg fate, give offerings to the gods, ask the universe to make this one be it for her. Of all the guys that have gone before there's no one like Travis Kelce in the mix and maybe this is the 1!

P. S. I chose Maroon because it is all said in the first verse...

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

OKAY WAIT I SAW UR TAG ABT TTPD - THOUGHTS??? FAV TRACK??? OVERALL RANKING COMPARED TO OTHER ALBUMS??? WE MUST DISCUSS!!!

i cant explain it but this album feels like an amalgamation of folklore and midnights, with the same 'tragic victorian' vibes as evermore... idk im just saying words but do u get it??? like i cant explain it but the fortnight mv has ivy energy to me... i think because ivy ive always associated with this movie, 'the world to come' (would highly recommend), which is mid-late victorian era and then the mv is obliously very heavilly inspired by the 1870s/80s, both in terms of aesthetics and the general theme of female hysteria and its 'treatments'...

it also has massive chloe beale vibes to me... she strikes me as such an annoying swiftie (i say this lovingly) and just the overall sound is something i think she would absolutely EAT UP... my babys such a hopeless romantic, what can i say...

honestly the general themes are kinda giving emily nelson... FLORIDA??? GUILTY AS SIN??? this woman needs her ass ATE

i should say that im making all these deductions having listened to only 1/4 of the songs so far... i also really hope that i havent overstepped the mark and that you care about this as much as i apparently do lmao...

NO BUT I WOULD LOVE TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT MY TTPD OPINIONS BECAUSE ALL I DID YESTERDAY WAS PLAY TEARS OF THE KINGDOM AND LISTEN TO THE ANTHOLOGY ON LOOP

It is stunning, I've so many people be like "I don't like it 😭" and it's like??? Are we even listening to the same album??? This is a masterpiece what are you talking about??? It is solidly in my top 3, I think my album order is probably something like this now (Ana don't look):

folklore

The Tortured Poets Department

Speak Now TV

evermore

Midnights

Reputation

Red TV

1989 TV

Fearless TV

Debut

Lover

As for favourite songs, is all of them an answer??? 😂😂 No but seriously, it is headed for being my 2nd no skip album of TSwifts collection, but top contenders for favourite include:

loml

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Florida!!! (ft. Florence + The Machine)

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

thanK you aIMee

Cassandra

Peter

The Manuscript

But Daddy I Love Him

I have been saying the same thing!!!! It's giving folklore and Midnights with a touch of Reputation and I am LIVING for it 😍😍😍 no but you're so right, honestly the imagrey of this album has me in a chokehold, Cassandra has scratched my mythology hyperfixation itch so good, I feel like I could spend hours just analysing every song. It is giving Victorian vibes, that gothic traditionilist style of writing and metaphors for feeling 'other' displayed through monsters and magic, the elements of tragedy and fatalism UGH I'm so in love with it 😭😭😭

Chloe Beale is absolutely the annoying swiftie (affectionate) archetype, and I love that for her 😂😍 she would be forcing Beca to listen to each and every single one and watching her the whole time to make sure she was appreciating it (Beca likes to deny she's a swiftie but has been known to absolutely drool over the production of some of the albums in secret)

YES!!! Biggggg Emily Nelson vibes, Whose Afraid Of Little Old Me is very Emily coded to me dfklgjdlkg

There is no need to apologise, I am fully obsessed with TTPD and I will happily ramble about it on main with no shame 😭😭 YOU GOTTA HMU WHEN YOU'VE LISTENED TO THE WHOLE THING, ALL 31 SONGS

[rebelcharmings]

💖🤮❤️💜🃏?

💖 favourite character?

huge shocker - it’s lizzie🥰🥰🥰. i said this in my previous ask on which character i’m most like, and again it’s bc i find her relatable in a way. but other than that i just . idk love her character sm. i love how she tries to act all tough and like her mother but she’s actually just a sweetheart that wants friends and she just misses her mother and her homeland :(. that being said i love her character in the book just a little bit more than the show bc she feels more unhinged and i love it. and u can also properly see her development from wanting to be this isolated powerful queen to finally opening up to others. in the show i feel like it’s such a jump from her screaming Off With Your Head to everything and then spring unsprung she’s suddenly a sweetie that wants to design clothes for her friends. which isn’t necessarily a criticism bc i get that briar helped her realise she doesn’t have to follow her mother exactly, i just prefer how it’s portrayed in the book more. also am obsessed with her character design it’s just . so good.

🤮 least favourite character?

i’m sorry but.. crystal. just the way she acted was sooo ughhh i’m sorry ik that was the point the fact she’s a spoiled princess but it still annoyed me. like wdym “my pixies always help me when i’m in trouble” GIRL WHO CARES YOURE TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM FALLING TO YOUR DEATH JUST JUMP!!!! and i’ll admit i don’t know much of her original fairytale so i also thought the whole spoiled princess storyline w would’ve felt more satisfying with a character we’ve known for longer.. unless like i said it ties into her story somehow. but yea sorry crystal enjoyers she just ain’t for me

❤️ top 3 royals?

1. lizzie again obviously

2. dexter even tho it doesn’t make sense for him to be a royal but apparently he’s still technically one so . yes him. he’s just a silly guy who wants to prove himself and is also massively down bad for raven. when i read the books, anytime he spoke or was described i was just thinking “Aww i want to squish him”. i especially love his short story of before his legacy year i thought that was cool. wish we could’ve seen more of him being brave or proving himself somehow in the show. also fellow swiftie🤝

3. daring or apple… bc i love analysing both and defending them with my heart bc the show does them soo dirty. daring more so bc apple being a main character means she gets more focus on her motivations and development etc but daring doesn’t . the most ppl see of him in depth is….. epic winters…… if they don’t read the books they don’t get he’s actually a Good Man a bit self obsessed and a himbo but a Good Man who LIKES helping people and does it without hesitation. ppl just Don’t understand daring like i do……. i also love his and apple’s friendship dynamic . peak mlm and wlw solidarity.

💜 top 3 rebels?

1. raven!!! my other fellow swiftie🤝she’s just a cool girl idk what else to say, just love how she’s so unrelenting in her beliefs. even when she wants to sign the book her beliefs don’t change she just doesn’t want anything bad to happen to her friends. and same again when she Does sign the real book. but she’s still just a inherently sweet and nice girl despite it all i love her

2. darling. the charming twins both being my second favs is funny but yea she’s also cool and she is so badass in her book. but also a very considerate person especially when it comes to her brother . love her

3. maddie!! the silliest of girls. the show doesn’t expand on her more than the comic relief best friend but she is soo cool in the book especially when she has to take over for the narrator. that was a fun time. she’s just so cutesy and i love her

🃏 top 3 wonderlandians?

i’m being redundant now but. lizzie, maddie, kitty. there’s not much i haven’t already said for lizzie and maddie, but kitty has always been in my top list of fav eah characters bc i liked her mischievousness and as a kid i thought her powers were so cool too?? i also just like the mischievous cat characters i remember thinking torelai from mh was so cool too

[bisluthq]

Taylor has been 100x shadier when it comes to her exes as well as their ex partners. She released All of The Girls ffs. Kayla ain’t doing that. Idk why Swifties are acting so precious about what she does because by all accounts Taylor is much pettier. It’s like how Swifties are ready to revolt if Joe cheated on her meanwhile she’s said she’s cheated before and probably emotionally cheated on Joe.

Kayla legit isn't doing anything wrong.

I TOTALLY get it if you don't like her aesthetic or brand. That's just a matter of personal taste and no that would not be racist or misogynistic like that's just you liking what you like. Like I say, my fave influencer is Tally Rye and like if u tell me Tally annoys the shit out of you I'm not gonna go mount a defence because idk all influencers are a little annoying by definition and we just vibe with the ones that resonate. But like going "I don't like her aesthetic/brand" is one thing; going "I don't like her because she dated Taylor's boyfriend before Taylor did" is weird as shit lmfao.

Taylor shouldn't even be saying that because there is no evidence Kayla was like primarily at fault in the breakup/s. I've told y'all like I dislike my partner's ex-wife (who I've not met but might at some point because for the kids here who think otherwise you do bump into people y'all knew even if you're no longer in touch) because she hurt him super badly and was generally a crazy ass cunt and I'm the one now having to clean up some of her messes right because there are a number of hangups he has that are totally, 100% on her. The woman is a crazy ass cunt lol. HOWEVER, she is LITERALLY the only one of my bf's exes I dislike or have an opinion on beyond a few where they're nice and I like them (his first gf ever and him are still friends and she's in a tricky situation marriage wise right now and like we keep inviting her to come stay with us and we talk to her on speaker often and the two of them talk privately between that because like she's super lovely and I'm not going to be weird about him talking to someone he dated when he was 17-19 lol because like that was a long time ago???? And the girl is still nice!????)

My bf's most recent ex before me is someone I am very frostily neutral to but I think I told y'all the story as to why like when we moved in together he went off one morning about how I don't like tidy shit up and so I went to tidy shit up and I found a two page love letter from her from after the breakup like asking to get back together and I'm me right so I read the whole thing and 1) she's a shit writer lol 2) sorry for her that it didn't work like idk I guess as woman to woman I wish she'd managed to make it work since she seemed pretty upset in the letter 3) she left him - I mean they didn't live together or anything but they dated for like over a year - for her ex lol like that one's on her tho to then go writing letters is psychotic 4) I've asked him if like it'd make me feel better if I met with her like if we should yk reach out and invite her to stuff since it didn't end badly and he was like "no you're gonna hate the shit out of her and I don't want you to because I know how you're gonna make fun of her, and you will, but that's going to be making fun of me too and so you're better off in this current zone of neutrality" and I was like "fair enough king, I tried" (we have another ex he's still friends with - letter girl we hardly see around - he also doesn't want me to meet in person because apparently like her sociopolitical views are the kinds of shit I make fun of like a lot - like that ultra woke identity politics shit coupled with super centrist to right leaning fiscal policies and like lmfao yes I would make fun of that because that neoliberal shit makes no sense) but anyway: I don't dislike the clearly overly online woman lol and he can talk to her as much as he wants lmfao and I don't dislike letter girl like I don't want to read more letters from her but other than that she can do her thing.

So my point is if Taylor has no reason to be mad at Kayla why the fuck are fans mad?

[nataliebenson13]

Swiftie Embabies

Soooo I had the egg retrieval - Let me tell you about that day Egg Retrieval

It was an early morning. We had to be at the clinic at 7:30 AM and since traffic in Nashville is terrible we had to leave around 6:00 AM. Since I was busy working the night before, I missed the cutoff to eat so I was starving. We get there and the wait was super short. Once in the back room, I changed into my gown. Then the nurse came in and went over basic instructions. I had to use the bathroom and by the time I made it back to my bed it was an influx of people coming into the room. The doctor came in first to meet me and let me know how the procedure was going to go. The embryologist came in next to confirm what they were going to be doing with the eggs. Lastly, the nurse came in to start my IV and get my feel good meds going. I asked if I could keep my Speak Now Taylor's Version friendship bracelet and she said yes :) Everything after that was a blur. I know I said goodbye to my husband, and then I was singing Taylor Swift. In what seemed like the quickest second of my life, I was waking up. CORRECTION** I was waking up telling my husband " I love you and I love Taylor Swift" The doctor came in and told me everything went good and they got 33 eggs. Apparently I told her how much I loved Taylor Swift too so in being a good Swiftie of course I had to give her a friendship bracelet. The nurse came in and gave me fentanyl for the pain. After she gave it to me, I got scared. Fentanyl is the scary stuff people die from, but she told me not to worry that it was a very small amount. I hadn't felt the pain yet, so It must have been working. The next step for me to leave was I had to pee before they would let me go. I couldn't go and I kept laughing. They even put some peppermint oil in the toilet because they said that helped. Something helped me and I remember laughing and telling the nurse, and her saying she never heard that before. I still don't know what it was- and think I should be embarrassed. I got dressed and left friendship bracelets on the bed for all the nurses. The drive home was ok and once I got home I went straight to the couch and heating pad. The pain was starting to come on and it hurt!! Every time I got up, I felt like *IT* was going to fall out. Don't ask me what *IT* was but it felt like it was just going to drop out!!! The next pain point, was a pain in the ass - literally. Butthole contractions. That's what it was. I would be perfectly fine, and then suddenly out of nowhere, they would come and they would be so sudden, so sharp, and so painful. It made me cry. That was a fun night. I even slept on the couch. The next morning I woke up with news of my embryos.

33 eggs retrieved

26 mature

20 fertilized

Then came the dreaded 6 day wait for an update. By the end of night 2 post retrieval, I was up and cooking dinner. The house would starve if I didn't. The pain wasn't that bad. The headaches that came the next few days were terrible. The hormones leveling out.

Day 6 Post Retrieval Update

33 eggs retrieved

26 mature

20 fertilized

9 EMBRYOS MADE IT TO BLAST AND WERE FROZEN

We have 9 embabies. At first I cried, scared and worried about the decline from 20 to 9. But after some time - I'm happy with 9. The worst part now is the 2 week + wait to find out how many of the 9 are genetically normal (and girls). I'm holding out hope that of those 9 there will be at least 7 healthy. I can't wait to transfer! I'm trying to look at the time that I have to wait, as time to get all the things done that I won't be able to do once I'm pregnant :) AND I need this transfer to happen timed perfectly so I can still go to the Eras tour in October next year! Once again, thank you @taylorswift for all the joy you bring me and others!!!

[doesntseeyourbeauty]

Heyyyy 👻🥰

I'm okay, just tired! But, tomorrow's a city holiday and I get to stay home.

I hope you're well too! 🤍🤍🤍

Hehe I was catching up with Ali Hazelwood and I read love, theoretically and love on the brain. I'm now on my way to continuing my other books for this year and I'm reading the night circus. I'm very excited!

Yes, that's exactly how I do things. Even edits. Sometimes I think I might try using a certain colour, but halfway through things I end up changing it because it just doesn't seem right for me.

Aaaah thank youuuuu!!!! Can't wait!!! 😁😁😁

Oh, that seems like the experience!!! So cool that everyone is being so nice and having so much fun at the theatres. As much as they did at the shows!!! It's so cool. Makes my heart so happy! I'm sorry about that. I've had some trouble with love recently too. It's tough, but you're tougher and amazing and you'll be doing so well!

That's such a great take on it!!!!

Omg Elizabeth that muppet twilight is so funny!!! Shortbreadward! 😂😂😂😂

I agree!!! She's such a genius, she was definitely born to be a songwriter, a storyteller!!!

Trueeeee! Why are people like that, why must they know everything? 😅

Aww you guys are adorable, but also very relatable!!! 🤍🥹🤍🤍🤍🤍

I have something to post on the 21st, but I haven't been able to finish everything I want to send to you, so there'll be a little delay on that. I'm sorry. I hope it's okay. 🤍🤍🤍

hi! i feel the being tired part, i did not want to go into work today... that sounds amazing! i took a personal day last friday for the eras tour movie so i have to go to work tomorrow but it's casual friday so i'm gonna wear my karma is a cat hoodie!

ooooooooooo, i love reading, but i typically stick to fantasy, but i'm a sucker for a good romance book too! i've been re-reading some of my favorites and remembering why i love them so much!

i 100% feel that, color is such an important thing to me and i'm so picky with how my bracelets look, even though they're super basic! I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE'S EDITS BECAUSE I AM NOT THAT TALENTED!!!! a lot of my blog is queued edits that i love so so much and want to share with everyone!

when is your show? i remember when i was getting closer to my show, it was so unbelievable that it was coming up so fast. i got my tickets in december and i was like "i have so much time!" and then bam! it was july and time for my show. it's also soooo surreal to be at the stadium just waiting in anticipation, hearing the pre-show music, I miss it everyday!

agreed! apparently some people on tiktok (heard this from a coworker) that people were watching saw and the theater next to them was taylor which i died laughing about! it was genuinely so much fun and it was just amazing to get to see everyone from young kids to adults in their 40's+ there for taylor, it truly shows her wide variety of fans!

I'm glad you like it!!!! I found it by accident once when I was stoned and I about died from laughing so hard! There's like a whole series on YouTube too!!

She 100% was!!! I can't imagine my life without taylor and her music in it, so i'm very grateful to have her as a part of my life for the last 17 years!

i have no idea but it's really weird to me! It's kinda like everything with taylor right now and I'm just sitting here like "as long as taylor is happy idc who she dates or what they're doing every waking moment" but i've always been like that!

Thank you! I need to get them their halloween costumes (winnie is always a bat) but I need to find something that'll fit kayla, she's got a big chest lol

oh no worries!!! please take your time if you need, i completely understand! I've been slacking a little bit with my swiftie halloween gift and I feel soooooo bad but life's been hectic for me recently! thank you so so much for taking the time to chat with me and for creating an amazing gift for me, I'm sure I'll love it! <333333

I hope that you have an amazing day tomorrow and get lots of sleep and cuddles! <3

[t-swift-converter]

(part 8 of a blog following a wife’s adventure trying to convince her husband he’s a swiftie. follow my page for more!)

POST 8 - Celebrity Drama Rabbit Hole

Hi there! Today I am solo traveling on a quick trip to the East coast. I always feel like I should do something artsy like writing when I’m in an airport. Usually I end up just buying expensive snacks and rewatching Gilmore Girls. But there is something particularly dreamy about airports.

So, here’s a post to channel some creativity and keep my wallet from suffering. :)

One thing my hubby always falls for is celebrity drama. Hahaha I have a story. I hope by this point you have a general understanding for how this guy feels about modern pop music. So, normally I go to skip Justin Bieber when he comes on (except when I really don’t care what Dave thinks and I listen to what I want, which is most of the time haha) because he will probably make fun of it/him. Sometimes, the jokes are warranted – like when we listen to that rumble of a monologue at the end of “Purpose” (do you know the one?!) – but other times the jokes just hurt. Lol. Alright, this is so off topic, moving on with the story. So, SELENA GOMEZ comes on. “Lose You To Love Me.” A solid hit from a few years back. I casually mention that the fan theory is that this song is about Justin and he gets all intrigued – “they dated?”

“Ohhh yes they dated. And then stopped dating, then on again and off again. It’s a whole thing.” I build up some suspense. Then I hit him with a banger that I think slaps even harder than Selena’s original song. I YouTube what I feel like is the greatest mashup ever put together. “Sorry x Lose You to Love Me.” (A version is linked to the post so give it a listen).

I play the song and explain how they so perfectly fit together because it’s like they are actually singing to one another and it's magical and majestical and so riddled with emotion it’s crazy.

Dave loves it. I’m shook. But it’s not just the songs he likes. He starts asking questions about their dating history that I don’t even know. We start googling on this drive the whole timeline and different news articles and by the time we get home we have tracked every get-together and break-up and even whispers of rumors of them being seen together from like the start of 2009 to 2018. Then, I throw in the drama caused by Hailey Bieber and Dave eats it up. I have shoved him so far down this rabbit hole that I can’t even get him to come out. At home I start choppin stuff for lunch and he’s at the table finding Youtubers to explain to him how every move Hailey Bieber makes on social media is some kind of dis on Selena and how the Jenners are in on it. Apparently there’s some dance video and makeup tutorial video and… and soon I am asking him to give it a break! Like, woah, now I just wanna eat lunch in peace!! Hahaha. So, there’s one of Dave’s deep dark secrets that I just spilled on the internet, oops! but it gives such good insight into who he is.

Huge plus that you Swifties have probably already thought of. Selena and Taylor are like BFFs for life and I definitely told Dave that because it needs to be crystal clear who is on the “good” side of this drama. I’ll admit though I’m a little afraid to ever bring up JB x Selener again..

I’m thinking the next drama I should introduce to Dave should be the Taylor Swift x Jake Gyllenhaal drama as we’re listening to All Too Well (Ten Minute Version). Show him the music video too?? Or maybe to keep more current just throw Harry Styles in there. Ohhh yes. Endless potential.

*taps fingers together smiling cynically*

[opalsiren]

wildest dreams by taylor swift is a max x gracie song no will not elaborate

[happys-crazy-queen22]

No Other

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Taglist @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder

Warning: slight breeding kink. Daddy kink. Spanking. Unprotected sex. Consensual non consensual sex.

"Oh Adam, my little love bug. What do you have for us today"? You cheerfully sang walking up the stairs with two coffees in your hands.

"Love bug? Really"? Adam tilted his head at you with a chuckle.

"Well we have to have pet names since we are going undercover as a married couple. I'm just trying some out, love muffin". You giggled sitting the coffee on the desk.

"Oh God. I hate you right now, snickerdoodle". Adam played along with the pet names. Making both of you laugh. But someone wasn't finding this humourous as you two did.

Hank watched from his office at you two. Playing and joking around. He was getting alittle jealous. Since you two were dating and no one knew. He couldnt say anything out in the open. But he sure could say it in private.

"Y/L/N, get your ass in here now". Hank demanded, slamming his door. You jumped, you never saw Hank like this. 

"Shit, am I in trouble"? You asked Adam, getting up from your seat. He was just as concerned as you were.

"You havent done anything wrong. So you should be fine. You want me to go with you"?

"No. No. I'm fine". You gulped going into Hanks office, slowly and quietly closing the door.

Hank stood beside his desk his arms crossed over his chest. "Get over here now". His husky voice made you weak in the knees but you knew this wasn't the time to get turned on.

"Sir"? You whispered out.

"Now. Don't make me ask you again". He ordered, pointing his index finger at the spot in front of him.

You moved slowly to him. Apparently you weren't going fast enough for his liking. Hank swifty and sternly but gently grabbed your throat, pulling you to him. You could smell the coffee on his breath and the aftershave he used this morning.

"Do you like being a nasty little slut in front of me"?

"Hank"? You moaned which wasn't supposed to be a moan but that's what it came out to be as it slipped your lips.

Hanks grip slightly tightened around your throat. "I asked you a question. Now you dont want to make me angry. You know what happens when you do that. Now don't you"? Hank smirked.

At that moment you were soaking wet. You knew exactly what he was referring too. He was so dominant when you would talk with guys. He especially hated it when you would pair up with Adam or Jay on assignments. It got him jealous and he took it out on you.

"Yes, daddy". You licked your lips, starring into Hanks eyes. His heart racing. Hank attacked your lips with his, bringing you to be puddy in his hands.

Hanks tongue danced for dominance. He pulled you closer to him, slowly letting go of your throat. His fingers traced down your chest. Circling your hardened nipples over your clothes. Goosebumps spread across your body.

Hank pulled away, biting your bottom lip along the way.

"I think you need to be reminded that you are mine and only mine". Hank growled, pushing you on the desk, bending you over. Your round ass in his view. Your tight skirt made your ass perfect.

Wack. Wack. Hank slapped your left ass cheek with his palm. Rubbing the stinging away.

"Daddy". You whimpered.

"No use for that now, baby girl. Daddy's going to make sure you know that you're just mine". You heard Hank unbuckled his belt and then his zipper. You sucked on your bottom lip waiting for what's next to come.

Taking your hand you searched along Hanks desk for his drawer for a condom. Lucky your memory remembered where it was.

"Here, put this on". You turned back handing Hank the condom.

"Not today, sweetheart. Daddys going make sure you're daddy's forever". He slapped your ass, and hiked up your skirt around your hips.

"Hank, no. I'm not on birth control, you mad man". You giggled as you wiggled around. Hank chuckled, licked his hand and rubbed his cock. He pulled your panties to the side and slid through your slit. Nudging your clit with the tip of his cock.

This made your eyes roll and your hips buck. Guiding his cock to your entrance. Easily slipping in.

"Mmmmm". You moaned as he filled you up, stretching your walls.

"You're so tight for, daddy. Such a good girl you are". Hank began thrusting, his hips smashed into your ass.

"That's it, Daddy. Harder". You cried out when Hank pounded your g-spot. You felt yourself near your first orgasm. Hank growled as he felt you start to clench around him.

"Come on daddy's cock, baby girl. Fuck yourself on it". Hank stood still and let you do all the work for your first orgasm. You pushed back on his, hard. Taking him all the way down and back off again. Your hands held onto the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood.

"Fuck". You scream, your legs trembled below you.  Letting out a shaky breath, Hank took over and went full force. Not giving you a breather.

"Damn that was the sexiest thing I've seen you do today. Only my cock can make you do that. Mine". Hank grabbed your shoulders and thrusted deep up into you. Your eyes rolled again, jaw dropped as he drilled into you with such animal instinct.

"Shit". Hank cursed under his breath as he thrusted long deep strides. He was close to his breaking point.

"You ready for me to make you a mommy". It wasn't a question more like Hank was doing it and you weren't going to protest. Your eyes grew wide and you put your hand on his chest.

"Don't do it". You laughed. Thinking he wasn't serious.

"I'm cumming". He grunted, bucking his hips deep inside you spilling his seed.

"Hank"? You gasped pushing him out of you. You bolted for the tissues and started wiping his cum out of you.

"I thought you were going to pull out"? You asked with a huff.

"I wasn't playing. You're mine and I'm going to make sure of that". He said pulling his pants up.

"By getting me pregnant? Are you seriously that jealous of Adam"? You threw away your tissues and pulled down your skirt. Fixing your lips and clothes.

"I'm not jealous". He said sternly, taking a seat in his chair catching his breath.

"Really now? You just risked a pregnancy over that jealousy". You came up to him and sat down in his lap. Hank wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck.

"I'm not jealous".

"Whatever you say there, Mr. Voight". You kissed his head and got up from his lap. Heading to the door. "Adam's not my type. I prefer daddy". You smirked.

Hank chuckled. "So you're on birth control, right"?

"No, I wasn't joking about that. So we'll see in a couple weeks". You sent him a wink and exited the office. Hoping Adam didnt hear it but if he did then cats out of the bag.

Hank sat at his desk with a smile on his face. Maybe a baby was a good thing.  You wouldnt have time to play couple with Adam.

[alyssadeliv]

The Forgotten One

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Chapter 11

She always knew she had a Father. When she was younger she used to ask her mother about him. She mostly told her half-truths. She knew his real name, and about his nightly activities. About his time with the League, and how he adopted some orphans along the way. She heard all about him. From Mother, Grandfather, and sometimes other members passing by. From a young age, she had him pictured in her mind. 

But now, sitting in front of him, in his office, she felt silly for ever trying to imagine what he would be like. He didn’t compare to whatever her young mind had conjured at the time.  He was tall, and he had a face that she could only explain as enigmatic. He wore a mask, that she knew. After years of perfection one of her own, she could only imagine what he had been thought to dissociate himself from the people around him. 

The office was simple, but at the same time imposing. It had a desk, behind it was her father paying attention to every word that came out of her mouth, with a large bookcase by her left. All the wood was dark, giving the room a more serious look. To her right, the wall was entirely covered with windows, with its drapes open showing the beautiful big garden outside the Manor. Behind her father, there is a painting hanging. A family portrait. She recognizes everyone in the painting with ease. Bruce is seated, with Damian in his lap, while Jason, Richard, and Timothy are standing behind Father’s chair. It’s an exquisite piece and even though they all are wearing suits, it makes the whole room look homey.

“Why didn’t you come here, after you healed from the attack?” They had been talking for the past hour. Marianne spent most of that time telling him the circumstances of her upbringing.

“I couldn't. My Master thought it would be better to stay longer.” She explains while playing nervously with the hem of the shirt Damian had lent her this morning. He could feel the anxiety coming out of her but was impressed that she kept herself strong and didn’t avoid eye contact. “So we continued with my training, but after some time we discovered a destructive energy that could only come from someone misusing a Miraculous. So it was decided that we would stay and assess the situation.”

“And this person was the fashion designer you killed this week? Gabriel Agreste?” He had a disapproving face, typical of parents disciplining their children.

“Damian made me aware of your no-kill policy, but since this was an Order business I believe you do not have the power to dictate how I dealt with it. I respect that this is your city, but believe or not I was lenient in his punishment. If it was up to me, death wouldn’t have been enough to compensate for all the pain he caused to the citizens of Paris, but I must allow the Gods to decide his punishment, so death it was.” Her speech allows him time to think about the situation. By the end of it he agreed, it wasn’t his business.

“What happened is in the past. I need to know if I can trust you not to endanger the people of Gotham. Who are you loyal to?” 

“I am loyal to myself. And Damian. Trust has to be earned so it is okay that I do not have yours. But trust this: I love Damian, and would rather die than hurt him” Bruce analises her for some time, trying to find any hint of dishonesty on her, but just like his youngest when cornered, her emotions were transparent in her face.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that you remind me so much of… well your mother” He confessed with a nostalgic expression. “When she first brought Damian to live with me I was so shocked. I must admit that my reaction wasn’t the best. He was so grown, that it was hard to get to know him. With the others it was easier, they-”

“They weren’t your blood” She supplies. He looks a little relieved that she understood what he was trying to explain. “But you loved them all the same.”

“I did this once, it was a terrible job. Just know that I’ll be trying my best to- well, accommodate you into this family.” 

“That’s all I ask for.” She replies with a small smile. 

Marianne looked so much like his mother at a young age. He remembers spending hours looking through family album photos when he was younger. Sure he could see traces of Talia in her, but the blue eyes and black hair were definitely a Wayne trait. It scared him. Did he have any other children out there that he knew nothing about? He lost so many years from his children's lives, it pained him to think about what type of childhood they received. Sure, both Damian and Marianne didn’t hide their upbringing, but anyone could see that there were things they weren’t comfortable sharing. He knew from his own time at the League that it wasn’t easy.

“When did you meet Jason?” He had heard from Dick just this morning that apparently there was something that Jason hadn’t told them about his time in the League.

“Mother ordered me to train him after he was resurrected, because of my powers I was the best candidate to help him control the madness inside of him.” She explains, but Bruce could see the faint blush on her cheeks. 

“And you two…” He trailed off, not knowing how to phrase his question.

“Yes. And please let’s leave it at that.” She’s blushing more than she ever did before. The fact she’s talking about her love life in front of her newly acquired father makes the whole situation hilarious, and if she wasn't so mortified she would have laughed. 

“There is one more thing I would like to discuss with you” Marianne begins, uncertain of how the man in front of her would react to her request. “If it was alright with you, could I please have a hug?”

Whatever Bruce thought she was going to ask, it definitely wasn't this. So he stays there in shock, totally still for more time than he realizes. Enough for doubt to appear in the girl in front of him. His daughter. His blood daughter. He had some experience with Cassandra, but he still wasn’t sure he hadn’t totally fucked up with her yet, so this whole new daughter scene was hard on him.

Before she can flee the room in shame of her request, Father rises from his chair with grace, hiding his anxiety behind his perfected mask. In two strikes he is at her side.

The hug feels nice. Not that she would ever confess but the physical touch was something she always missed. The only person that had no trouble with being smothered with her love was Damian, and then later Jason. So, this hug from her father was definitely something she needed.

When they are done Bruce takes one more lounging look at her before dismissing her. He truly needed some time to think of all that had happened in the last few days. It had been almost 4 days since the reveal of the parentage of the girls, so he still had a lot to process. 

So now sitting with a glass of bourbon in one hand, and his cellphone in the other. He did the only thing he could think of. He called Seline.

“Hey… It’s me.”

Hello again everyone! A special thank you to everyone that has been supporting this story! I wasn't sure if I indeed wanted to write a PART 2 to this story, but after all your comments I decided to do so. I hope you all like this chapter, it's shorter than usual, but I still need to figure some stuff about the story, so please bear with me! Let me know what yall think of it!

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Satisfied, Part 8

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Marinette stared at her blank paper. She’d taken too much time to get her drink and sit down, and now all she had was the vague idea of ‘flowers’. Not particularly helpful.

She drummed her fingers against the side of her cup absently, squinting out the window.

The stranger looked up after a while and rested his head on his hand, definitely annoyed by her incessant tapping. “You’re new here?”

She pulled her glare away, that poor building hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Her eyes found their way to the stranger. They had a very unhealthy look to them. Dark eyebags were prominent against nearly transparent skin. His hair had the look of someone who hadn’t properly washed it in ages, hanging limply around his face and ears.

“Do you come here that often? Know all the regulars?” She teased.

“Not how I knew,” he said. No denial of going often, though. “No one orders that size unless it’s their first time.”

She raised her eyebrows and looked down at her drink. It was a big cup, yes, but she drinks about that amount consistently anyways, just in different cups to make it feel less awful.

“I think I can handle it,” she said calmly, bringing the straw to her lips and beginning to drink.

He looked vaguely amused, rolling his eyes. “Sure. Can I have the rest when you’re done?”

She narrowed her eyes. The poor guy had no idea how big a mistake he’d made.

Marinette stared him down, removing the lid from her cup and starting to chug. The stranger seemed amused for the first few seconds, but his expression began to morph into fear the redder her face got. It was becoming more and more apparent that she wasn’t going to stop until she drowned, threw up, and/or choked.

And, the way things were going, none of those ideas would have been all that far-fetched.

“H-hey!” He sputtered. “I was kidding! You can stop now!”

She did stop, but not of her own volition.

He lunged across the table and yanked her hand away from her face. Coffee splattered everywhere, coating her skin and clothes.

His eyes widened as he stared at the mess he’d made. There was a beat where no one said anything. She could vaguely feel the other café-goers staring at them. The barista looked like she was about to commit a murder.

Then, the stranger seemed to finally process it. His face, somehow, went paler. “Oh! Sh-crap! I’ll get some napkins! And a new drink!”

He ran to the front and reordered her drink and then started trying to pull out napkins from the box they’d been tightly packed in.

She sipped at the remains of her drink, looking outside while she waited. Her eyes found their way back to the flowered ivy stretching up the walls, smiling to herself, when her brain finally managed to click back to her original train of thought.

She wiped her hands on the little dry area of her clothes (they were already ruined, it was a good thing they weren’t expensive or, god forbid, originals) and picked up her pencil and sketchbook.

She started with a vague outline of the dress: a simple, 50s circle dress. From there she started adding details, little, black, embroidered flowers that encircled the bottom and then converged. They climbed up the front, up to the waist, where she started to mold them together into a black stripe that encircled the stomach like a belt. In the center, where a buckle would have been, a red flower would be attached. From there up, the black embroidery would morph into tiny, red flowers that would extend from the dress, coating the upper half with the red.

Not her most complicated design, but she liked it.

It was just as she was finishing with the last flower that she realized she was being watched.

She whipped around, her hand swinging around, only for the person to dodge.

Oh. The guy was back with napkins. And her drink. For once, she was glad she had missed. She didn’t want to get coffee spilled on her for the second time that day.

“Sorry!” She cried.

The man shook his head quickly, holding up his hands placatingly. “No, no, it’s my fault for just standing there. That was creepy.”

She didn’t answer, and he carefully handed over the napkins, clearly wary of her after that. She didn’t blame him.

She began drying herself off. He set her drink down and sat back down.

She saw his eyes find their way to her design. She didn’t mind, he clearly wasn’t from the industry (it’s just something you can tell), and he seemed to like it, so that was good. At least her design held up, even if it was to the untrained eye.

She finished cleaning herself off and took her seat again, sipping at her drink as she looked at her design. She was mostly done, but she still needed to think on accessories...

“Is that your job?”

She looked up, surprised he had said anything. The first time he’d spoken up it was clearly just to get her to stop tapping, but this time she hadn’t been doing anything. He just wanted conversation.

She nodded. “Yep. I’m the new hire, so this dress is really important.”

“Well, if it means anything, I think it’s pretty good.”

Marinette shrugged. “Not really, but thank you.” She glanced at his computer. “Why are you here instead of at your... office.”

He grimaced. “I got banned.”

“From the office? But you still work there?”

“No, from the coffee machine.”

She gasped. “That’s horrible! How’re you supposed to live?”

“That’s what I said!” His lips twitched into a grin. “Jokes on them, though, I’m drinking more coffee here than I did there.”

“That’s good, at least.”

She smiled to herself as they fell into a comfortable silence, save for the clicking of his keyboard and the occasional scratch of her pencil. They felt like old friends, not like people who didn’t even know each other’s name. But, time went by, and eventually she had to start patrol soon.

She gathered her things and gave one last wave before turning around--.

“Wait!” She whipped back around and the stranger pushed themselves out of their chair. “Are you coming back?”

Marinette smiled, tipping her head to the side. “Don’t know, it’s kind of expensive here...”

He gave a shrug. “I’ll pay again. That’s why you did the whole coffee stunt in the first place, wasn’t it? So you could get extra?”

The way her eyes went wide gave her away.

He chuckled. “I knew, I just don’t mind.”

She opened her mind to protest. A one-time thing was one thing, but multiple times...

“Don’t worry, I can afford it.” He held out a hand to shake.

She smiled as she gripped his hand in hers. Her first handshake! Wait, what was she supposed to do now?

“I’m Tim, by the way.”

Ah. Introductions. Her head tipped to the side. “And I’m Marinette.”

With that, she left, with a promise that she’d be back sometime soon.

The barista looked like she wanted to cry.

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You and Him

Pairing- Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader

Summary- You are the outspoken representative of Alderaan and the sister of Bail Organa. When you are under threat, you are put under Jedi protection by no other than Anakin.

Warnings- None :)

Words- 2.7K

The luscious green, peaceful world of Alderaan had been your home since birth. Growing up under the success of your brother Bail meant you always wanted to follow his footsteps, and as you grew older your passion for politics was apparent. You were well-spoken but people would always describe you as fiery, you knew you had to stand up for what you believed in and sometimes that got you in trouble. Like the time, when you as a representative of Alderaan beside your brother Bail spoke out against malicious ways of the Trade federation quite blatantly, so much so, your brother swore he heard hundreds of gasps echoing through the senate. This was definitely one of the times you caused yourself trouble, but this time you swore you'd never take it back because this time, you met him.

‘I don't understand why there's any need for this!’ you gasped out you as scurried to catch up to Bail who was currently huffing down the corridors of the senate, ‘Of course you don't, you never understand when I tell you anything, like when I told you to not associate politics and your rather explicit personal view of the Trade federation together yet here we are’ he exclaimed. Smiling up at him ‘Uh yes, however, they deserved everything I suggested about them and you know it Bail and so do hundreds of other delegates. But Jedi protection? That's highly unnecessary and hyperbolic’, he looked down at you sternly but you could see the amusement in his eyes ‘ Well your suggestions have now got us on the tracks of bounty hunters and assassins,we are in danger, and by ‘we’ I mean you specifically. So I suggest this be the time you do listen’ you sighed in defeat, your brother had always been protective of you, he claimed it was due to your ‘outlandish’ ways but you knew it was because he cared for you. As you made it to the docking bay stepping into your yellow speeder, Bail spoke out ‘We’re heading back to the quarters and there we’ll meet our Jedi representative, please try and be polite or say nothing at all, both are fine’ he chucked, you looked up at him with an unamused expression as he turned the speeder around mid-air , why must he always treat you as if you were a child you thought frustratedly,but then proceeded to smirk the way you always did ‘Of course brother, when have I ever disappointed you’ he managed to give you smile before you sped off.

This is my mission, why must Obi-Wan escort me there as if I am a mere youngling, my master is a wise man, but his misunderstandings about my abilities are frustrating to say the least, Anakin’s mind rushed with thoughts as the elevator bolted up towards the quarters when his thread was broken by Obi- Wan ‘You seem a little on edge, nervous for your first mission?’ Anakin turned swifty ‘Not at all’ he replied a little unconvincingly ‘Are you sure? I haven’t felt you this tense since we fell into that nest of Gundarks’ Obi -Wan chipped amused, “Of course” thought Anakin, rolling his eyes, ‘You fell into that nightmare Master, and I rescued you remember?’ Obi-Wan pondered ‘Oh, yes’ followed by a hearty chuckle, this made Anakin smile. He did appreciate all that he and his master had been through, and after all he did care for him, as this thought passed the padawan’s mind,the elevator came to a halt, and the doors opened. Obi-Wan strode into the quarters, Anakin at his heel, if he was being completely honest, this was not the most thrilling first assignment , Aayla told him that she went ventured into the the notorious streets of Corellia as her first mission without Master Tholme, that all changed though, it all changed when he set his eyes on you. You stood there tall, confident with the most mesmerising smile he had ever seen on any species, it made his heart soar even though he’d never met you, though your eyes said different, they shone bright like the suns on Tatooine, like they’d known him for a thousand cycles with a sense of mischief clear, your hair framed your face perfectly like everything about you, perfect that’s what you were to him, perfect. Anakin was lost in you, so much so that he didn’t hear any of the conversation that was taking place, he only came to his senses when Obi-Wan gave him a rather harsh nudge ‘Anakin!’ he muttered. You chuckled softly looking up Bail.Anakin blinked ‘My apologise Senator Organa, and -uh..’ ‘Y/N, Y/N Organa representative of Alderaan’ you replied gleefully ‘Pleasure to meet you Master Kenobi and Anakin’, you must admit to yourself, when you thought you were going to be under Jedi protection, your imagination took you to the likes of Master Yoda,you did not expect men like Obi-Wan and Anakin who were quite frankly, far too dashing. Maybe this would be fun after all.

After brief discussion, it was decided that you were to be escorted back to Alderaan to the family country house under Anakin’ protection. Following a small , private bicker with Bail about sending you away from the Senate, you gave in and said your goodbyes to him and Master Kenobi and waited for Anakin to do the same. ‘I have faith in you Anakin, keep Y/N safe and don’t do anything without discussing with me or the council first’ Obi-Wan spoke somewhat tense himself ‘I assure you, I will master’ Anakin replied with a strange determination in his eyes, ‘Well then,you best hurry’.

As you two settled down in the surroundings of your passenger starship, covered by unknown faces, Anakin took it upon himself to get to know you. ‘So, what is a lady like you doing as a representative in the senate?’ he quipped, the smile you gave him yet again brought warmth to his heart, ‘Well, I have a tendency to speak my mind, so I thought why not put it to good use?’ you noticed how Anakin’s face sweetly scrunched up as he let out a most sincere chuckle ‘How about you? What is a flyboy like you doing at the Jedi temple’ you asked out of genuine curiosity ‘I was found in Tatooine at a very young age, the temple is all I’ve known since then.’he replied plainly ‘Must be difficult, having sworn your life to the Jedi, not being able to visit the places you like or do things you like’ ‘Or be with the people that I like’ he interrupted with a expression you couldn’t quite decipher, he was proving to be more and more alluring, you decided to let it pass. Changing the topic, you spoke mischievously ‘What do you like to do , apart from being the mighty defenders of the Republic?’ Anakin grinned he found you rather humorous, it lifted his spirits ‘We don’t have much time for hobbies but I'm good at fixing things I always have been , I used to pod race back in Tatooine’ he observed that you seemed to perk up that ‘What?’ Anakin inquired smiling with curiosity, you replied with a proud smirk ‘I pod race too actually, I have since I was little’ Anakin was pleasantly surprised, his earlier interpretation of you being perfect was only proving itself to be true ‘Really? I’m impressed, your talents only add to your ravishing beauty’ Anakin replied with the same mischievous grin that adorned your face earlier. You replied with a quaint smile, trying to disregard the heat rushing to your cheeks, nobody had ever spoken to like that, not in the way he spoke to you.

As the starship was just about to land, you stared out of the window you couldn't lie, you did miss home. Anakin stared at you whilst you peered out the window with a smile reaching high up to your cheeks. He must admit, Alderaan was an exquisite planet but to him, nothing compared to your bewitching beauty. Anakin knew he shouldn’t let his mind wander to thoughts such as these, he was a Jedi, he was supposed to be void of attachments. Y/N turned around, her hair gliding across her back ‘Come Anakin, I’ve got lots to show you’ stripping Anakin of his thoughts ‘ Of course Milady’ he smirked through his reply.

Y/N and Anakin spent most of the morning discussing, and jesting around about their strict lives back in Coruscant. Y/N showed Anakin her pod racer that she had previously built, Anakin seemed more and more invested in her life, slowing getting lost in the way she talked, smooth and resilient, like she believed in everything she said, even if she did say some questionable things which only made him laugh like he hadn’t in years. Currently, they were sat down at the table, feasting on some Starblossom fruit, an Alderaan speciality. Just as Anakin made the fruit float your mind also floated to a thought ‘Are you allowed to love?’ I sputtered out, Blast! What was that Y/N?, this was the first time you regretted being so vocal, this was sure to make things awkward ‘I mean, isn’t it forbidden for a jedi?’. You were surprised when he simply just smiled at you, his eyes looking straight into your own, they were blue and deep like the oceans of Mon Calamari, completely mesmerised ,you sighed softly, ‘Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is central to a Jedi’s life’ he smirked ‘So you might say that we are encouraged to love’ if you weren’t already completely lost in him, you were now, nobody had ever left you speechless like he had now, silent at his fingertips. Just by using a number of words, there was something so special about him.

The next morning Anakin was woken with the bright sun rays shining upon his eyes and by the roar of your pod racer, pod racer? Anakin quickly changed and jogged out towards the sound, it seemed to be taking him in the direction of the Alderaanian flame-rose fields you had shown him yesterday. There he saw you, standing under the warm sun, you looked ethereal. Your skin glowing, your lips appeared so soft, so comforting, he swore he had never seen anything more beautiful. He noticed it wasn’t just one pod racer that was stagnant by your side, but a second one, now he matched the smirk jeweled on your face. ‘You said you used to pod race so I thought, why not test your skills?’ he smiled so fully, his face felt tight as a tied rope ‘Oh really? I wouldn’t want to undermine your abilities, Milady' ‘Don’t you worry about that Anakin, you don’t want to underestimate me’ ‘Of course, I wouldn’t dare’ he laughed content. Ah that laugh, it made your heart want to jump out and fly away, it made your day already. You both buckled up into your pods, making sure all the dials are at the correct calibration, gave each other one last glance and a signature smirk and sped off, you both doing unnatural speeds to the passing eye, dipping under trees and spinning to reach higher altitudes. Anakin was staying right beside you, almost harmlessly mocking you, you recalibrated the ignition switch and sped off, Anakin raised his eyebrows in surprise, he was genuinely impressed but his competitive side got the best of him, soon he met your speed. The finishing line by the trees was dangerously close you both looked at each other, eyes locked with determination and lips spilling with playful laughter, however, as you and Anakin were lost in each other,you failed to notice the flock of Nerfs herding around grass, you spotted them at the last second and tilted your racer up towards the sky. The finishing line was right ahead, Anakin was mere inches away and you were adamant on winning so, you jumped out of your pod. You steered towards the line and crossed it seconds before Anakin, landing on a patch of flame roses. Anakin’s eyes widened, he abandoned the pod and dashed towards you figure, laying face front ‘Y/N!, Y/N’ he rolled you over, only to hear you burst out laughing, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in ‘You should have seen your face! Your soul left your body, I swear’ you let out holding your stomach ‘Of course I was! Obi-Wan would have killed me if I let anything happen to you’ Anakin spoke out between chuckles, trying to hide his anxiety ‘Hmm I think not,I think you're terrified at the thought of anything happening to me’ you smirked. Anakin started into your eyes, shook his head and said nothing, but he started tickling your sides which only made you giggle further, you both rolled down the field, roaring with laughter. Anakin had never felt this happy and untroubled before in his life, as you both laid on the grass, the scent of roses brimming in the air, basking under the sun, you and him both letting out sighs of contentment, hands intertwined.

It was late at night, you were restlessly tossing and turning in your bed, your mind was whirling with thoughts of him, his smile, the way he spoke to you and only you, his golden hair glowing in the heat of the sun, his Padawan braid that you’d twirl between your fingers, you giggled yourself; you never had feelings like these sitting in the center of your heart, but it didn’t feel wrong. Your heart took you to the place it always took you when your mind was wandering like this.

Anakin felt your restlessness, his concern grew and grew until he had to come find you, you were right, he was terrified at the thought of anything happening to you. He gave in and, walked timidly towards your room, when you didn't answer to his knock, his anxiety took control. He composed himself and searched his feelings like his master had taught him, he let the force be his guide in search for your signature he’d progressed to love. Anakin's legs finally led him to the roof, where he saw you lying there on the ground under the lights of the stars ‘Y/N, are you okay? I couldn’t find you’, you replied with a simple ‘Join me’, Anakin didn’t hesitate and laid down beside you, he looked up at the glittering stars scattered in the sky of Alderaan, there was a gentle breeze, the scent of roses still following the both of you, then he turned to face you, he watched your chest rise and fall, his anxiety disappearing slowly just at the sight of you, you radiated beauty, charm and confidence, everything he had grown to love about you ‘I come here when my mind runs wild with thoughts’ you spoke out gently, you turned to look at him only to find him already looking at you. ‘What are you thinking about?’ Anakin inquired softly, you stared into his eyes, still bright and blue even in the shadow of dusk, you uttered timidly ‘You' he gave you a wide smile, ‘You’re all I think about Y/N, I love you’ he spoke barely above a whisper, so much so, that you wouldn’t have heard him if your faces weren’t so close and they only got closer when you replied with ‘I love you, with all of my heart’, the small gap between you and him started to close ever so slowly, shaky breaths falling from the both of your lips until they met with a chaste kiss.

You’d never regret the trouble you’d caused yourself that day at the senate, because you‘d always remember his deep eyes staring back at your own all those times, you’d never regret it because you met him. Anakin knew he’d never let you go, his other half he’d met on his first assignment, he’d never forget your face illuminated by the stars, the pure beauty of your face and mind. And for you both, it’d always be you and him.

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They had argued back and forth for hours after bringing Marinette back to the base. Everything was circumstantial. They all had heard her talking with the supposed captors freely. No one could prove either way whether she had been there willingly. Batgirl had gotten information from her and Red Robin had been close enough to hear but the others were not close enough so they could only go by what they had seen. She was giving them information and when the time came they were leaving with her.

She had basically broken their drug ring case wide open and claimed it was all an accident. They knew there was a new product and new players but no one had any information on it until last night. Oracle displayed it on the screen and they confirmed the 3 men involved. They had been working with Falcone but apparently they decided to take over the drug trade with their new product. All had been actively seeking Batman when Black Mask had put a large bounty on him. How they began working together was unknown.

Jack Buchinsky--Electrocutioner-

-Costume can generate electric shocks

-alias Jack Gruber

Lieutenant Howard Branden

-former SWAT GCPD

-corrupt cop

Garfield Lynns--Firefly

-pyro terrorist

-costume with flight capabilities

Nightwing had actually become almost convinced. He still had questions and doubts but believed what the others had seen and didn't think she seemed like she was plotting. He made the case that she had been seen and connected to the men and therefore would not be safe on her own. Hood was convinced by this argument and Batgirl and Oracle stopped arguing the point. The discussion ended and they all went about their day.

Red Robin went off to sleep. She was fed and someone sat with her throughout the day. Batgirl had the last shift before patrol. She brought her dinner and fresh clothes. Batgirl was adjusting the equipment so she could put on a movie. Red Robin was careful not to be seen entering the Batcave. He had to wait until daylight was fading and it worked it perfectly with Batgirl being the least likely to stop him.

"You aren't trying to sneak up on me are you?" Batgirl said without turning around. "You think your plan is a shock to me?"

"I think you know I am right. You will either help me or not try to stop me." Red Robin replied.

"What if I try to stop you?"

"I think you won't. You remember when it was you in a similar position. You know this is wrong."

"She can't know how to get back here."

He held up a blind fold that he had with his spare helmet. She nodded and walked away. Red Robin approached Marinette. Since she was no longer needing medical treatment she had been moved to a chair but her hands were still cuffed to it so she couldn't get to the manor from the inside or outside. He picked up the keys and unshackled her hands.

"Come," he said.

She followed after him rubbing her wrists a bit. They were not locked painfully but they still felt funny being released after so long. When they got to his motorcycle he explained that she would need to be blindfolded to protect the location. She nodded and he wrapped the cloth around her face before helping her put the helmet on.

Once she was securely behind him in the motorcycle with her arms around him from behind he rode off. He wove in and out of the cars and traveled up and down the streets with no particular location in mind, but just to confuse her sense of direction. He pulled into a parking garage and rode all the way to the top. It was within a mile of the coffee shop that she worked at and not far from the grocery store so he suspected she lived close.

He helped her off and undid the blindfold every though she probably could have managed on her own. She wasn't sure how she felt about him now. He hadn't positively responded to any of her flirting even if it made him blush but he had defended her and probably upset his team by helping her escape. Part of her really wanted to ride away with him on his motorcycle. She didn't know if she liked the idea of running away with him or if she really liked the feeling of leaning against him. He pulled her out of her thoughts by asking a question.

"Will you be okay from here? Will the magic you use work?"

"I just have to say the magic words," she responded. "Are they going to be mad at you?"

"Yes. But it is the right thing to do. They will get over it eventually."

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"So you just let him walk out of here with her?" Batman asked.

"What else should I have done? He is right about this." Batgirl replied.

"We still need information from her and she is probably in danger. These men are not known for being nice." Nightwing added.

"You cannot protect people from evil by becoming evil. We should be better than that," Batgirl said before walking off.

"I found something on her," Oracle said. "My search was taking too long but then I remembered the French connection."

She loaded information on the screen. It was reports from Paris a few years back. The hero was called Ladybug and with her partner Chat Noir fought Hawkmoth for control of magical artifacts. As she searched she added more information for them to read. Knowing a location helped her search Paris records for an aged down picture of Rouge Gorge/Ladybug as a civilian.

It was another hour before they could put together the entire story. The public didn't seem to put together her identity but the bat family had already seen her unmasked. There was a defeat of the villain and the heroes had given a very odd press conference about it. They had recovered the artifacts but Chat Noir had done most of the speaking which was a change from how their past interactions had been.

As a civilian, Marinette had been treated by a series of doctors for amnesia from a supposed fall. Her memory was affected for several years of time. She no longer remembered her close friends and little was known about how to treat it. The story was told on a popular blog as a follow up a little over a month after the 'fall' because the girl was at the hospital again. This time after a fire.

She ran from the hospital during the night. It was later discovered that the arsonist was paid to set the bakery on fire and she was not supposed to escape. With her parents dead and her memories gone, no one knew where to look for her. She hadn't been seen since. Oracle checked the name in a number of databases and travel records. It hadn't been used for anything since then.

"That isn't the name she used at her job." Nightwing said. "Her name tag said Val."

"I already tried for records from the coffee shop. She doesn't exist in their records. Her employer probably pays her in cash." Oracle explained.

"So she is just in hiding here and accidentally cracked our drug ring case?" Hood asked.

"She was worried when she was shown the video of herself. All the information gathered strongly suggests she was hiding from this Hawkmoth, who was probably responsible for the fire." Oracle said.

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The Youngest Princess and The Giant ‘Part 1 & 2′

(2,200 words)

Part One

Once upon a time in a faraway land there was a princess, born under a curse. The first part of her curse was her plain appearance. Her twelve older siblings were all born with great beauty each more so than the last. The youngest princess was born with dull limp hair and forgettable features. She was such a disappointment that her father took one look at her and handed her off to a nurse content to never see his daughter again. The second part of the curse was the night she was brought in the world her mother left. The last part of the curse was the hate that her mother’s death by her siblings. They looked at her and did not see their sister but the cause of their mother’s death. The princess was alone, shunned by father and siblings raised by the very same nurse that the King had given her to.  

The Princess grew very different than her siblings did on the other side of the castle. While her siblings learned trickery and deceit, the youngest learned fairy tales and verses. While her siblings had only each other for competition, the youngest played with the children of the servants. While her siblings fought for their father’s attention she was given it freely by her nurse.

She was thirteen when she was presented to her siblings. She was laughed at, for her hair and her face and her bare feet.

See how she talks, they laughed. See how her face gives away her every emotion. The pointed. It is a curse to have her instead of our mother. The spat.

And the youngest ran, and she wept in the lap of her nurse. I am ugly, she sobbed, I cannot lie and trick, I am useless. The nurse combed her hair and hushed her.

You cannot see their pain and see how it has made their thorns. One day you will no longer feel them. She said, she then offered a story to the youngest and the princess yelled at her and sent her away. If they princess had known what would happen next.

Her siblings jealous of their sister made their father send the nurse away to leave the princess alone. And she was, she hadn’t even had a chance to say good bye to the only one who had loved her since her birth. She was alone for now even the staff and their children would not speak or play with her fearing her siblings wrath.

She was alone. She spent many days weeping before deciding to run away. She searched the castle for an exit but instead while walking outside the courtyard she heard quiet sobs. She searched for the sound until she found a window by the ground that lead into the castle dungeons.

Why, she asked, why do you weep?

A low rumbling voice unlike any the princess had ever heard came from the dark cell. I am alone, it said, I have no one.

Would you like to hear a story? She asked, unsure why she would even offer.

Is it a good one? The voice asked.

The princess sat on the ground next to the window. It is my favorite it had a happy ending.

Tell me it if you would.

So the princess told the story of cap o’ rushes her most favorite story. And when she was done, she told the story of the goose girl and after that a tale of crossed lovers. And for each the voice praised her. She stayed until the moon began to rise.

Would you mind, she asked, if I return tomorrow?

Why would you?

Because, she said, I am just as lonely as you are.

The voice grunted. Tomorrow I tell the stories.

For weeks the princess came and for weeks they shared stories and the voice told stories that the princess had never heard before and that could not be found in any book. When she asked where the voice came from. It just far away. And when she asked for its name, it said she could not pronounce it. Despite this the princess came to trust the voice, and gather the courage to ask the voice why it was in the dungeon.

The King had me stolen from my homeland so I would fight for him. I escaped and I stole to survive. When he caught me he told me I could either fight for him in his army or I could be imprisoned.

It would have been simpler to fight, do you not fight for fear of dying? She asked.

She was taken aback when the voice laughed loud enough to rattle the bars on the window. No, little thing, as he was prone to calling her, no human can kill me. I stay in this dungeon so I am not forced to hurt anyone that does not deserve it.

The princess made a decision right then. She was going to see the voice free. That very night she waited for the warden to fall asleep and with a knife she stole from the kitchen she sliced the man’s belt in half grabbed the keys and she ran. In the moonlight she held the keys and it was only then she noticed how large the keys were. Each bigger than her hand.

She came to the window and whispered for the voice. Wake up, I have something for you.

What are you doing out this late little thing you should be asleep.

Do you mean what you say about not hurting others? The princess asked, still holding the keys in her hands.

What have you done Princess? The voice asked concerned.

Please answer me.

Yes, I do not hurt the innocent.

The Princess smiled. I have your freedom I have the keys to your chains, do you need me to take them off for you?

The voice was silent for a long time. No, it said. Drop them through the window.

The Princess did what she was told, it was a long, long drop before she heard the keys clatter as they hit the ground.

I could have been lying princess, I could wreak havoc and kill and hurt if I was free, why do you trust me?

She thought for a long time on the answer. You could be lying, I am not graced in finding lies like my siblings but you did not ask me for a single thing. You have not hurt me, you have only given. I trust you and trust means willing to be wrong.

The voice sighed. Tonight I will escape but I need you to go to bed and sleep for no one must know that you were involved. Unless, the voice stopped unsure of what to say next, unless you wished to come with me, away from your family.

Part of the princess wished to join the voice but as much as she trusted the voice, she still felt that the castle was her home. So she declined.

I understand, the voice said, but if you ever need an escape I will do you the same as you’ve done for me just say these words. And in a voice so low only the princess and mice in the walls could hear he told her the magic words. Then he commanded her away back to her room and bed.

She fell asleep that night. Sad that her only friend would be gone but proud of the hard choice. Her nurse would be proud of her.

The next day the entire castle was in a tizzy. Apparently some monster had escaped the dungeon. The keys found next to a sleeping warden who was swifty killed for his mistake. It had made a mess and killed a few guards. No one would tell the youngest what the monster was though. Not her siblings who scoffed and mocked her nor the staff who hushed her and said it was bad luck.

She wouldn’t hear that voice for another three years.

Part Two

She was sixteen when she was betrothed. He was an old fat lord who had a debt owed to him by the King himself. The King had soiled one of his daughters and in return the King offered one of his own for marriage. The Lord thought he would get one of the cunning beautiful Princesses and so he agreed. He cursed a blue streak when he saw the youngest when they were official introduced. She was dull and slow he said but she still was a princess with a princess dowry and land and so the wedding was planned.

She was mocked by her siblings who were courted only by the smartest bravest and the most handsome. We will have only the best who bring the best and you will marry a pig. It is fitting in both cases.

The Princess stayed silent. She knew the King’s wrath and knew what would happen if she tried to run away. So she resigned herself to the marriage until it was the night before and she saw her dress for the first time. It was ugly. The fabric was cheap and hard on the eyes. It hung on her as if she was a scarecrow and it itched as if was made of crawling ants.

That would be my marriage. She realized for the rest of my life I would life in a dress like this.

So, she crept to her window in her bare room and looked to the stars and closed her eyes. She whispered the magic words and waited.

She stood with her eyes closed for nearly an hour before she gave up.

I am foolish and stupid. She said as she crawled into bed. Thinking that a monster would keep to his word. She tried to remain angry at herself but despite trying to just feel anger she feel asleep with tears in her eyes.

It was in the middle of the night that she was stirred half away by the fact her room grew suddenly pitch black. She half opened lazy eyes to see a ginormous hand reaching for her. She didn’t have time to think much less scream as the hand scooped her up blankets and all and pulled her away. She was dropped and this time she screamed sure that the hand had dropped her from her window only to hit something soft and not as far down as it should have been.

The ground she fell into was piles of furs she realized and she looked up and realized the walls that surrounded her were some sort of leather. She noticed the way they slanted upward and inward before she understood that she was in a bag.

The hand had placed her into a giant bag. And if she craned her head back she could see the sky. Not for long as a flap was placed over the opening at the top and was enclosed in darkness.

Panic caught in her throat as the bag started to sway as the giant began to ran. She wrapped herself in her blankets and did her best not to cry.

It was a giant. Giants had a habit of eating people. She thought of the stories of nurse and of the yellow teethed hair knuckled giants she told about.

The Princess began to weep remembering the stories and cried herself to exhaustion. And when sleep got close the sway of the bag was soothing enough to get her to sleep.

It was a long good sleep and the princess woke to the sounds and smell of a fire. She pulled her blankets close and sighed happily. She must be at home and the servants had set the day’s fire. It had just been a dream.

That thought soured as she realized that meant she would be wed today she opened her eyes expecting to see her wedding dress but instead seeing what seemed to be a bonfire.

It was massive easily as tall as three stories. Everything wrong and unfamiliar came to the Princess at once and she buried herself under the blankets.

It did not last for long as she was picked up blankets and all and set on another surface. The blankets were pulled away with ease and she was left looking into the face of a giant.

The stories did not get the size wrong four stories tall easily, but eyes that were warm and sharp. Not dull and cold like stones.

It was the eyes that gave her courage. Maybe she could reason with it.

If you have taken me to eat, then I only ask you do it quickly and painless. Said doing her best to stand tall.

The giant smiled and his smile broke into a laugh that shook his entire body. He threw back his head and slapped his legs.

I suppose you wouldn’t know any better. He said wiping away tears. And the Princess’s eyes grew wide.

It was the voice. The one she befriended all those years ago. The one who promised to come and save her if she wished. The one who turned out to belong to a monster.

The fright and relief made her sob and she ended up falling on her knees. Her entire body wracked with them. The giant at once stopped laughing. More gently he lifted her up in two hands and held her close to his chest.

I’m sorry little thing, he said, I didn’t mean to frighten you so much. I didn’t want your father finding out that you knew about me. If he thought he could use you against me he would. I had to make it seem like I was taking you for revenge. I’m so sorry.

It was a comfort to hear the words and his beating heart. She could even feel the vibrations in his chest. It calmed her down enough that she could talk again.

I forgive you, she said, wiping away her tears with the palms of her hands, but I expect to know more about you. No more hiding anything.

No more hiding. The giant agreed.

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Part Three