Res's Taylor Swift Inspired Fics
Fics based or inspired by Ms. Swift's discography. All fics can be read without hearing the song and most don't have overt references to the songs. However, understanding of the song could add a layer of enjoyment to the fic (I hope anyway lol).
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Catra likes her.
The thought is like a punch to her gut it leaves her winded. It scrambles her thoughts and leaves her palms sweating. It must be because Catra is her best friend, the person in the world who most understands her. Because she's not you know—
"I'm not gay." She blurts out. Catra shrinks further pulling her hand away and averting her eyes. Adora reaches out and puts a tentative hand on her shoulder. "I—Catra." She fumbles. "You're the most important person in the world to me." She pleads, hoping that it's enough.
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"We'll always be friends ‘Dor." She whispers furiously. Catra dries her eyes and sends her a lukewarm smile. "It's just a crush, I'll get over it."There’s a growing pit in Adora’s stomach at the thought. She doesn't know why, she should want Catra to get over her, but it feels like she’s losing her right now. She ignores it.
"Yeah, you'll get over it. And we’ll be friends like we always have been." Somehow it doesn't ring true for Adora, but she wishes it so. It’ll be enough. It has to be.
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Five times Adora and Catra almost find each other and the one time they do.
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- Part 1 of Comphet Adora
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"Are you kissing anyone Catra?" Her eyes are bright as they flicker down to Catra’s lips.
"No." Her previous plan to seem experienced was drop-kicked into the trash when she could barely breathe much less try to lie.
Adora bit her lip, body swaying almost lazily into Catra's space. "Kissing would probably be weird right?"
She tried to keep her face neutral as she stared at her best friend. Of course, Adora thought it would be weird. She didn’t want Catra, not the way she wanted her to. She couldn't tell Adora she'd thought about kissing her only every damn day.
"Yeah. Definitely weird." She nodded her head, still holding her breath as she counted Adora’s eyelashes in the stilted silence.
"Weird." The word was a breathy sigh on Adora's lips while she stared at Catra’s. She looked up into Catra's eyes and for a moment she was so sure that Adora was going to kiss her, give her everything she'd ever wanted.
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Catra thought of more than one memory when she was on Prime's ship. Set in "Corridors," inspired by Cardigan by Taylor Swift.
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Her eyes rove Catra like she's a Christmas miracle. Catra can't blame her because she does the same, trying to catalog any differences in her face, her voice, her body, anything that hints at what she's missed. Catra never asks first—never pushes—because she knows Adora would always give in. It has to be her choice. Adora's eyes lock on hers, fear and longing battling for dominance in her gaze.
"Are you...?" Adora's question trails off, the silence saying more than any words could.
Catra shakes her head softly. "And you?" Catra prompts, nervousness bubbling over in her stomach. Adora could be relieved but still unavailable, have a girlfriend or want different things that Catra could never provide."No, I'm not seeing anyone," Adora confirms, her gaze telling her everything else Catra wishes to know about them for the next week.
"See you tonight?" Catra offers. She knows she should probably settle in and sleep after her shitty flight but all she can think of is being in Adora's arms and her bed again.
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Sometimes, you want more than you can have. Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Tis' the Damn Season."
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"We won the game." She points out unnecessarily, beaming at Catra with unmistakable adrenaline still rushing through her.
"Yeah, I saw." Catra smirks as she eyes the blond up and down. Adora looks beautiful, her hair down for once, golden tresses that fall longer than Catra expects.
"You came to the game too?" Adora looks happy about it, a small smile playing on her lips. "I was hoping you would."
"Adora, the whole town came to the game."
She leans in close, almost whispering in Catra’s ear, a sharp contrast to their loud surrounding. "Well, the whole town's not you." She can feel her body react to how close Adora feels. It's like they're back in her hallway after they went out for dinner last semester, her mind begging for Adora to make a move.
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Catra has a crush on BMU's star basketball player. Too bad every other girl in school does too. Loosely inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Gold Rush"
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Catra's eyes glitter as they regard her. "Cool shit." She murmurs approvingly. Her hand trails up to the fleshiest part, touching it gently. "That's your love line."
Adora's mouth is dry and she's really worried her palms are sweating. "Love line?"
Catra nods her head. "Mhm. It's supposed to predict your romances and other significant relationships." She says it like she's reciting it out of a book, her hand trailing up and down the line. "This one is also deep. Long though. Means you're going to have tons of lovers."
Adora feels her cheeks heat up. "Catra!" She moves to snatch her hand back but Catra holds on tighter.
"I'm kidding! Relax." She says with a laugh. "It means you're going to meet your one true love and settle down for ages with them." She rolls her eyes. "Nice and boring."
"That doesn't sound so bad." She blurts out before she can think it through.
Catra's gaze turns interested. "Yeah?"
Adora nods faintly but she doesn't know what to do. Romance isn't something they talk about. "I mean, with the right person." She whispers faintly.
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Adora hates that Catra has a boyfriend. Loosely inspired by the song "When Emma Falls in Love"