#vault tracks

Happy Birthday Speak Now TV 👰🏼‍♀️

1989 Taylor's Version Tracklist:

Welcome To New York (Taylor's Version)

Blank Space (Taylor's Version)

Style (Taylor's Version)

Out Of The Woods (Taylor's Version)

All You Had To Do Was Stay (Taylor's Version)

Shake It Off (Taylor's Version)

I Wish You Would (Taylor's Version)

Bad Blood (Taylor's Version)

Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version)

How You Get The Girl (Taylor's Version)

This Love (Taylor's Version)

I Know Places (Taylor's Version)

Clean (Taylor's Version)

Wonderland (Taylor's Version)

You Are In Love (Taylor's Version)

New Romantics (Taylor's Version)

''Slut!'' (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

Say Don't Go (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

Now That We Don't Talk (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

Suburban Legends (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

Is It Over Now? (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you’re love-struck

( warnings : fem!reader, tipsy!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, HEAVILY inspired by ‘slut!’ by taylor swift )

clink, clink…

the sound of beer or wine glasses echo through buck merrill’s bar as people cheers or they hit the table.

you and dallas are on a couch, you’re a bit tipsy, and he’s made it his job to take care of you. he’s a gentleman when he wants to be. his arm is around you, pulling you in and making sure you don’t do anything stupid. you’re laughing and talking with him, it’s pretty late so the atmosphere in this bar is a bit quiet. you’re spending most of your time gazing up at him as he talks, the eye-contact between you two is endless. he’s addicting to you. he has no idea how love-struck you are with him, but everyone else knows.

girls glance over at you two constantly, bitter looks in their eyes. they’re judging you. your short dress, the way dallas is spending so much time with you, how tipsy you are. you come across as a bit of a slut to the naked eye. you’re so obviously not a slut, but maybe it’s worth it for once that they’re giving you these dirty glances and thinking their crude thoughts. why? because dallas has so clearly noticed them. any girl that glances at you gets a very threatening glare from his cold eyes, only to warm up as soon as he looks back at you.

everyone wants him, but they aren’t adorned with the smell of his cigarette smoke on their clothes, they don’t have his arm around them, they don’t have his full attention. you do.

you take another sip of your beer. he’s so badly wanted you to stop, so badly wanting to care for you and make sure you feel good in the morning. but he doesn’t say anything, just letting you make your own decisions.

“you should probably stop starting beef with random girls, dal,” you tease, playfully pushing his shoulder. “their boyfriends are all starin’ at you.”

“it’s fine, [y/n], not like they’re gonna do anything, huh? they’ll thank us for making them realize their broads are in love with me.” he says, a playful and arrogant touch in his words.

“god, you’re so cocky, aren’t you?” you roll your eyes. “it might blow up in your pretty face someday.”

he shrugs. “well ain’t that a shame,” he says sarcastically, looking out at the party and pulling you closer to him as he does so.

your eyes have not once left him this entire party. a smile grazes your lips at his sarcasm and teasing, your eyes full of love, admiration, and pure joy at his constant attention toward you tonight.

“dallas,” you say softly, grabbing his attention. he looks down at you. “you look good tonight.”

he chuckles softly. “thank you, sweetie.” he never calls you pet names, and you always get jealous when he calls other girls that. but now you’re that girl.

more comfortable silence falls after that. he’s waiting for you to say something, he knows you want to say something, by the way your mouth keeps opening and closing. you’re just trying to figure out how to word it.

you’re exploding, you need to tell him about your silly crush. your brain is flooded with alcohol, completely forgetting that one confession could ruin your entire friendship.

you finally speak, words soft and delicate, a bit nervous to tell him. “what if all i need is you, dal?”

his eyebrows shoot up ever so slightly. he stays quiet, a bit surprised by your words. he knew it was coming, he could feel it, but it’s shocking nonetheless.

he’s not saying he’s in love with you, but he’s going to. he’ll say it eventually. the silence is excruciating painful, waiting for him to say something. truthfully, your confession was a bit vague, a bit hypothetical, but he got the message. he knew what you were trying to say.

“say something, dal,” you eventually speak. you’re not one to beg for attention, but suddenly all your proudness has dissolved.

his head turns to you, looking down at you. your heart beats faster. it’s almost like looking in a mirror. the look in his eyes has changed, mirroring the exact look you’ve been giving him all night. one of admiration and warmth. your cheeks have turned flamingo pink, and the sun is rising. have you really been here all night?

half-asleep, he’s taking his time. you know what’s about to happen. but it’s happening oh-so slowly. dallas winston has never hesitated with a kiss, until now.

half-awake, you’re taking a chance. putting your hand on the back of his neck, your lips parting slightly as both of your pretty faces near each other. the neon light is making this feel luxury, like a hollywood movie. the time in the movie where the two finally realize their feelings, and the excruciatingly painful burn when they take a bit too long for their lips to touch. your eyes flutter closed, so do his. his guard is breaking down, he’s pulling you in, and you’re about to pay the price for your confession as your lips touch.

tangerine and aquamarine lights flash under your eyes from the bar, and you think you’re in heaven. almost every single girl in tulsa has kissed dallas, but this is different. he feels different. you’re not just his pretty skirt for the night. you’re his best friend turned crush turned his hopeful lover. he wants you so badly. you two are drunk in love. you’re addicting to him. he’ll never forget this moment. you’re all dressed up, people are looking at you two, and it’s oh so worth it. you’re lovesick and whipped for each other on this couch.