RED: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.
1989: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.
Reputation: You guys love being dramatic.
Speak Now: Says you miss 'make me look like a zombie hunter' with your seventy-five foot sized snake named Karyn.
Lover: We're all dramatic in some sense, Mother created us at the end of the day.
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1989: You saved me. I owe you my life.
Speak Now: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.
1989: You just know how to ruin a moment.
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Speak Now: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!
Evermore: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!
RED: No! That's not what she meant.
1989: You really know how to pick them.
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RED: How petty can you get?
Speak Now: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument against Folklore I was wrong about.
Folklore: I knew it!
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Folklore: This is such a bad idea.
Evermore: Then why are you coming along?
Folklore: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
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Debut looking at Folklore & Evermore reading newspaper: Must be hard not being able to laugh.
Folklore, offended: We do have a sense of humour, you know!
Debut: I’ve never heard you laugh before.
Evermore, unbothered: I’ve never heard you say anything funny.
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Everyone is sitting in the living room, hearing 1989 and Midnights fighting at the front door.
Fearless: Should we tell them we can hear them?
Reputation, getting up: I'm gonna shut them up if they don't stop.
*The door opens, and 1989 walks in backwards, still looking at Midnights, who's smug*
1989: I can't believe you!
Midnights: You're just jealous you didn't think of it first
*Everyone is staring, invested in the argument*
1989, sees Reputation standing closest: Rep! Help me out!
Reputation: I'd rather not.
1989: Tell Midnights here how unfair her distractions are.
Midnights: You tried distracting me first!
1989: I fell down the stairs! I hurt my elbow. Why would I risk bodily harm just to distract you?!
Lover: Okay, what are you even arguing about?
Midnights, smirking: Tell them 89.
1989: I was leading in laser tag and almost won until she pulled the most unfair trick of all time.
Reputation, wanting this to end: Which was?
1989, flushed: She pinned me against the wall, kissed me, and then shot me while I was distracted.
Reputation, who had lost a bet to Lover like that earlier that week: Oh, so you also play dirty!
Lover: Not again, Rep.
Reputation: No, you two can't do that. It's not cool.
1989: Tell em Rep!
Midnights: I feel like you have something on your chest. Wanna share?
1989: Yeah, I don't like you taking advantage of my feelings.
Reputation: 89 is right. I'm tired of it, too.
*1989, Reputation, Lover, and Midnights start arguing*
Folklore: Should we do something?
Speak Now: I want to see who wins this.
RED: By the way Midnights is giving 89 the fuck me eyes I can take a wild guess of where this is heading.
Evermore: Even Lover seems to be getting under Rep's skin.
Folklore: You can read Rep?
Evermore: Yup, crossed arms over the chest. She's trying to keep her guard up.
Fearless, leaves: I would like to not see how this unflods.
RED: They're getting closer to each other.
RED: I was hoping 89 and Rep would win this round.
Speak Now: They're still arguing.
Folklore: Eve is right, they've lost again.
*Lover, smiling, gets dragged out of the room by Reputation*
*Midnights gets pulled out of the room, waving at the others with a smug smirk*
Evermore: This is never gonna end. Is it?
RED: 89 is an absolute sucker for Midnights and Rep is whipped.
Speak Now: So no.
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*Midnights after 1989 and her had a fight and 1989 is being stubborn about making up*
Midnights: Truth or dare?
1989, sighing: Truth.
Midnights: Do you want to kiss me?
1989, blushing: Dare.
Midnights, leaning in: I dare you to kiss me.
1989, grasping at straws: nEvEr HaVe I eVeR!
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*Reputation's birthday party, she's standing drinking her wine while listening to 1989*
*Lover staring at Reputation from across the room walks up behind her*
Lover, whispering in Reputation's ear: You look so fucking hot in that outfit, if it wasn't so crowded in here I'd let you fuck me so hard, right here, right now
Reputation: *flushed, spluttering and chocking on her drink*
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*Lover getting home after having the absolute worst day ever finding Reputation in the kitchen waiting for her while sipping wine*
Lover: Don't do it, don't even dare.
Reputation: *says nothing*
Lover: Stop, don't.
Reputation: *starts smiling*
Lover: No.
Reputation: *smiling that lovesick smile at Lover*
Lover, already feeling better, pulls Reputation in for a kiss: You light up my world.
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Taylor Swift Albums
Fanfiction▪︎Taylor Swift albums personified. ▪︎Incorrect album quotes. ▪︎One shots. ▪︎Ships: 'Debut × Fearless 'RED × Evermore '1989 × Midnights 'Reputation × Lover 'Folklore × The Tortured Poets Department ▪︎Absolute choas ensues...