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Smiles from Tamsin were a rare occurrence but for Anya, they had become more frequent. Eyes flicker towards the group of girls for a moment before nodding. She wouldn't begrudge Anya anything, especially ice cream.

"Of course we can, baby." He presses her lips to the top of her head. "We have ice cream at home. But I'm sure we can stop by the store and have Fred get us some more."

Anya nods, the smile falling from her face as the conversation shifts to less exciting topics. She glances back at the group of girls milling about in identical leotards and ponytails, their own parents singing their praises. She turns to Tamsin again.

“I’ll go with you. Everyone’s leaving now anyways.” A brief pause and then, “but can we get ice cream on the way home? Pretty please?”

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patriot news runs the 'purple suit' scandal when tamsin wears a purple suit jacket instead of her usual color scheme of red, white and blue.

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 the attack on the capital devastated this nation. our nation was shaken, but we will persevere and we will be better. i made that promise to you then and i make it to you now, years after the end of my presidency.  // an independent and highly selective original character of a fictional memoir. written by sunny. credit 

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The smell of chamomile soothes her frayed nerves. Usually, attacks on US cities were handled by the National Guard and the Governors of said state. Right now, not even a month after the attack on the Capital, there was yet another incident in Gotham. Tamsin was over it. New Jersey was over it. "It is not a requirement, no." Her scarred hands clutch the mug. "Unfortunately, it's just been a state of being since last month." She takes a tiny sip of the cup. "I'm curious about this Batman vigilante, Alfred. What do you know about him?"

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"Pardon my bluntness, Madam president," Alfred remarks, setting a cup of sweet smelling just to the side of her large stack of paperwork. The scent is gentle and sweet -- the scent of chamomile. It seems he is intent to lull her to sleep, one way or another. "But I was not aware that staying awake for over 24 hours was a requirement to be president." He slips into the seat across from her, his own cup of tea coming to rest beside him. "Penny for your thoughts?"

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"President Tamsin Johnson. Looks like a good slice of pie you got there. Can I count on your vote this November?"

OPEN STARTER

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"I thought you would have left. No reason for you to stay, after all."

His voice is cold. But he doesn't move from a few feet away from her, hand on his phone. All phone calls went to a dead number, all texts undeliverable but he KNEW. He KNEW that she wasn't dead. No, he had no way to prove it. Well, until now, at least.

"My mother. Where is she?"

@milleansxmort didn't ask but he's pushing me

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shipping call.

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JACOB PITTS as Deputy Marshal Tim Gutterson in Justified (2010 - 2015)

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ship with me

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"I bleed easy." -kingcenred

blood memes // always accepting // @kingcenred

"I can tell." The Queen feels a smile peeking at the corner of her lips, hands working to wind the bandage firmly around his arm.

"If i would have known, I would never have asked you to show me some moves." Hands rest evenly on her training pants, eyes cast downwards towards her hands after a second.

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If there was one thing she hated about the job she had taken, it was the public scrutiny. It was being thrown into the limelight without any preparation. But, she was rapidly growing used to it.

"I suppose yes. It is an honor." Her cheeks pinken ever so slightly at the thought, leaning just a bit into his touch. "I've heard the champagne is good at these events." Not that she could have ANY of it.

"I don't blame you," He whispered as the lights kept flashing, "It's one of the drawbacks of the job, right?" This certainly wasn't something he was used to, and he could hear people rumbling with gossip already beyond the cameras.

He wrapped an arm around her, hand on the small of her back, he smirked; "You're the President, and it's an honour to be on your arm, so let's have some fun. Who cares if they talk? Fuck 'em."

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two moods

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She had heard of the scuffle that went on between Tyler and Anya, had heard that Anya had lashed out with her son, that there'd been yelling and hitting and eventually Tyler had taken a page out of her book by letting Anya think that she was in control, putting on a movie and letting her think that she had made the decision to stay up and watch the movie. Anya was only five and she needed her nap time and was VERY angry when she lacked naptime. It was only a matter of time for her to fall asleep. Tamsin had heard all about it from Tyler, listened to his worries, soothed his fears ( he truly had been concerned over how Anya had been acting ever since she woke up ) before heading immediately for her daughter.

Her son was 38. He could handle himself. Tamsin adjusts herself, letting herself fall onto her butt as she holds Anya close, kissing the top of her head. If there was one thing that needed to change, it was Anya's perception of her not being Tamsin's REAL baby. As far as Tamsin was concerned, Anya was as much her daughter as Tyler and Emma were her children (even if only one of them communicated with her).

"Well, one, have I ever broken a promise to you, baby?" She wipes the tears away from Anya's eyes, kissing her forehead solidly. "You are my daughter no matter what, you are my real baby as far as I am concerned."

She wanted to kill everyone who hurt this poor child, who made her feel UNLOVED and UNWANTED. But she couldn't do that. Instead, she could just give Anya the best life she could.

"Two...." She pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket. "This is a formal request to adopt you. I submitted it this morning on my way back from my trip. You are my baby, Anya, and you will legally be my baby FOREVER. No one will ever take you away from me." There's a pause. "Tyler isn't mad at you, you know. He's got a son a few years older than you. So, he understands why you were so cranky." She pokes her nose.

There is one piece of paper still left in her jacket pocket. A request for parental rights to be reinstated to one Aris Calwyn. Tamsin would handle that one all on her own and WITHOUT notifying Anya of it. No one was going to take her daughter away from her.

Tamsin’s words do carry a particular note of truth to them, a sincerity that Anya is usually so quick to trust, but this time, she’s not so sure about it. It wasn’t like this was a simple mistake ( at least in Anya’s mind ). It wasn’t a response to something sudden. Anya had been told well in advance what today would look like — that Tamsin had to go but Tyler would be right here all day to look after her. Anya had been a bit excited too. She had genuinely looked forward to all the fun things Tyler promised her. And either way, she had promised to be the very best she could be. Even if Tamsin was so quick to give grace and forgiveness in the wake of Anya’s worst moments, she knew that was really what her momma wanted from her.

Tyler hadn’t even done anything wrong. They had a fun morning. They had lunch together. He had listened to her ramble on about her favorite TV shows and watched as she showed him ( again ) what she was learning in her gymnastics classes. And then she got tired. She had known Tamsin wasn’t going to be there for nap time and she had thought she would be okay with Tyler alone ( she really was doing much better! ) but then she got nervous and that was all too quick to shift into something resembling anger. The more Tyler tried to soothe her, the worse she felt too. Eventually, he’d managed to redirect her the way he had witnessed Tamsin do over time, conceding to a delay in nap time and getting her focused on something else entirely but not before she fought — with words mostly, mean things slipping off her tongue without thought for what they really meant, but also hitting and kicking when he tried to get closer. She did fall asleep later, slumped against his side as she watched TV, and she slept without issue but the guilt had been eating her alive since she woke.

She slips between Tamsin’s hands to put herself in her arms instead and though the woman didn’t seem particularly well balanced, she works to climb up into Tamsin’s lap anyways. Her head falls against her shoulder.

“You promise? Like really promise? Not the lie kind of promise?”

Little hands still fidget with the hem of her shirt though most of one arm is pinned between them. Her voice drops even lower, barely a whisper.

“You promise even if…even if I was mean to your real baby?”

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"Freddie. I don't have time for--" His lips once again silence her voice, her brow creasing for a moment, gloved hands pulling him in deeper. Maybe she had JUST a moment to tease him, to get him to agree to her request. After all, she was a negotiator, the most powerful woman in the world.

"You will agree to one agent. One guard to protect you." Before he could protest, she removes her leather glove and slides her hand down his pants. "I have twelve agents and that's before I even leave the damn White House. You will agree to one."

the argument barely even mattered to freddie anymore who, by this point, forgot what even started the whole thing. something about him being reckless, maybe? whatever it was, the detective hardly cared as he focused on the kiss that was met with a reaction that he was more than pleased with. a hand slid its way up her back to where he could feel her bra through the fabric of her shirt, his other finding its way down to grasp her ass teasingly. "mm, we can get back to it later." he murmured with a chuckle as he went back to the kiss that he shamelessly began to deepen.