There's a lot of cool chicks out there...Taylor Swift has even dated some of them!
I asked my Tumblr followers to send me a ship and a sentence, these stories are the results.
A/N: The full prompt from tumblr reads as follows:
okay tho karlie's venetian masquerade ball look when she's standing with the masked men if that ain't a softball prompt i dunno what is
The picture anon is referring to is the this one:
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I went wayyyyy metaphorical and angsty with this. It's heavily inspired by the Atticus poem above.
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It's been three hours and to all the world Karlie Kloss is someone's wife. Karlie had always wanted to get married, she'd thought about it ever since she was a little girl, what kind of dress would she wear? What kind of flowers would there be? What about the cake? Then, sometime in her teenage years the rosy glasses had come off when she realized she'd have to marry a man. A few years later she'd realized she didn't have to and could indeed marry a woman, from that moment she'd been filled with an incessant need to find someone to call her wife, something she'd come to understand as an almost universal lesbian experience.
She didn't have a wife yet, but at least seemingly she was someone's wife and she didn't want to be.
She hadn't allowed herself to cry in front of Josh, but now that she was alone she could no longer prevent her emotions from getting the best of her. Pulling her legs up onto the seat and hugging them tightly to her chest she tried to stop her body's violent shaking. With her head buried against her knees she let the warm tears fall. It didn't matter that she wasn't actually married to him, because to all the world it now looked as if they were and Karlie felt as if she was back so far in the closet that she couldn't breathe. Couldn't think, this was a mask she had to wear now, for as long as he deemed it necessary, because he wouldn't stop wearing his, couldn't. The thought made her feel sick and so very lonely. Until Taylor called, Taylor, who was on her way to Perth and had promise not to look at Karlie's public Instagram tonight. Taylor, the light at the end of this heteronormative fucking tunnel.
Taylor, who would one day be Karlie's wife even if they were surrounded by men who couldn't or wouldn't take their own masks off for the rest of their lives.
At least in their own space Taylor and Karlie had never had to wear the masks and they never would. Taylor would tear the mask from Karlie's face with her bare hands in a heartbeat if asked to and when they were both ready Karlie would let her.
Taylor would be her wife with or without a public mask and as Karlie picked up the call that felt like enough to get her through the next few months, the next few lifetimes.
