AU: And then, Taylor Swift fell in love with her daughter's birth mother.

Sequel to The Mayor.

"I've been hiding this ring for three weeks, and I'd really like to give it to your daughter. So I'd really appreciate it if you could, like, not hate me?"

I don't think it's exactly news to anyone that I keep journals. Pages out of some of my old ones adorn the walls at the Grammy Museum. What might surprise some people is that I usually have more than one at a time. One for song lyrics, one for what's going on in my life. What follows is an edited version of the one I kept in 2016 and the first part of 2017. Some things are still too private, too personal. Some you'll have to hear in songs. I never thought I'd write a memoir so young. At 27 I'd like to think I have a lot of life yet to experience. But after countless questions, I realized I'd rather put it all out there, for you to read on your own, rather than let the media interpret what I have to say. I've had enough of people twisting my words to last a lifetime.

"If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you." Kaylor AU.

14 months ago, the world ended, more or less. Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss were two of the lucky ones (or perhaps the unlucky ones). Two of the survivors. But with the undead stalking them and supplies running as low as tensions are high, will they be able to make it? Will they find safety? Or will they become just another number in the millions already dead?

Love is not a victory march. Kaylor AU.

The evening light makes her look like the beach personified, with the sunset in her hair and the ocean in her eyes and the sand in the slight freckles on her nose, "If it makes you feel any better, I've never actually like, had sex with someone with it." "So we're both losing our dick virginities right now," Karlie says, and when Taylor laughs she can't help but grin back. ;;; Oneshot series. g!p ;;;

these are just a bunch of unrelated oneshots about everyone's two favorite really tall gays. the first few are reposted from my ao3, so if they seem familiar that's why.

It's 2029. Taylor is nearly 40, newly divorced, and longing for her long lost love. [Cover art belongs to Jennifer, @femmetay on tumblr.com. Link to her store for the design is here: https://www.redbubble.com/people/cleveralice?ref=artist_title_name ]