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taysalchemy · 2 months ago

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Summary: After a long day at the studio, Taylor comes home to find her girlfriend asleep on the couch. They share a quiet, loving moment before Taylor carries her to bed, where they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Category: fluff!!

Word Count: 1.9k

This is my first ever imagine, so please bear with me! Requests are open <3

The door clicked softly as Taylor slipped inside, the weight of the day finally hitting her. Hours in the studio, writing, recording, and perfecting had left her voice scratchy and her body aching. But despite the exhaustion, a soft smile tugged at her lips. She was finally home.

The apartment was dim, bathed in the amber glow of a floor lamp in the corner. It smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla, your favorite candle had been burned earlier, probably in anticipation of her return. That little thought alone tugged at her chest.

As Taylor rounded the corner into the living room, her heart softened at the sight in front of her.

You were curled up on the couch, one arm tucked under your head, the other wrapped tightly around a throw pillow. The blanket she'd bought for you last winter, a ridiculously oversized knit in a dusty rose, was half slipping off your legs. The TV was still on, quietly playing the end credits of a rom-com you probably didn’t finish.

She smiled to herself, walking over slowly, like even her footsteps could break the fragile calm of the moment. Her fingers brushed along the top of the couch before she crouched down beside you. You looked so peaceful. Your lips are slightly parted, brow relaxed, the kind of stillness that only comes from truly deep sleep.

Taylor reached out, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. Her fingers lingered for a second longer than necessary, craving the contact she’d missed all day.

“Hey, sleepy,” she whispered, voice low and tender.

You stirred at the sound, shifting slightly. Your eyes opened just a sliver, squinting against the light. For a heartbeat, you looked confused, disoriented. That was until you registered who was sitting in front of you. A slow, sleepy smile spread across your face.

“You’re home,” you murmured, voice scratchy and warm with sleep.

Taylor’s smile widened. “I am.” She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. You hummed contentedly, eyes fluttering closed again. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” she said, brushing your cheek with her knuckles.

“S’okay,” you mumbled, adjusting slightly to make space for her. “Missed you.”

Taylor carefully climbed onto the couch beside you, lifting your legs slightly so she could slip underneath them. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting gently on your hip. She pulled you close until your body was flush against hers. “I missed you more,” she whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss there too.

You let out a breathy little laugh, tilting your head just enough to look up at her. “You look tired,” you said, eyes scanning her face, the faint lines under her eyes, the way her shoulders still held the tension of a long day.

“I am,” she admitted, resting her forehead lightly against yours. “But being here with you… this is the best part of my day.”

You shifted again, comfortably tangled with her. Your hand moved to her cheek, thumb grazing the delicate skin just under her eye. “You always say that,” you whispered, teasing just a little.

Taylor smirked, eyes crinkling as she caught your gaze. “Because it’s always true.”

You smiled, heart blooming with quiet warmth, and snuggled into her chest, letting her hold you like she’d been aching to all day. She let out a deep, contented sigh and tucked the blanket more securely around both of you.

Taylor let her hand rest lightly on your side, fingertips tracing gentle, absent-minded shapes through the blanket. Circles, spirals, the occasional slow heartbeat tapped out against your ribs. She didn’t say anything for a while, and neither did you. The silence wasn’t awkward; it was comfortable, sacred, like the space between lyrics in your favorite song.

You tilt your head slightly to look up at her again. Her eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks, but her mouth was curled into the tiniest smile, like she was listening to something only she could hear.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked softly.

Her eyes blinked open, slowly, like she was waking from a dream. “Hmm?” she hummed, then gave a tiny, sheepish laugh. “Honestly? You. Us. How this is the only place I want to be right now.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and buried your face into her chest to hide the grin that was threatening to take over. Taylor chuckled, wrapping her arms more tightly around you.

“I’m serious,” she added, her voice muffled by your hair. “Today was intense. I had this one bridge I couldn’t get right, and I swear I rewrote it like… ten times. But every version just kept circling back to you.”

You pulled back slightly to meet her eyes. “What do you mean?”

Taylor looked at you, really looked, and her hand came up to tuck your hair gently behind your ear.

“I kept writing about coming home. About safety. About something or someone that feels like a lighthouse when everything else is spinning. And the only thing that kept coming to mind was this- us. You sleeping on the couch, waiting for me, even when I’m hours late. You making tea and leaving little notes on my piano. You laughing at my terrible dancing in the kitchen.” She smiled softly, eyes a little glassy. “You’re the chorus I keep coming back to.”

You blinked, a little stunned, a lot in love. “You’re gonna make me cry,” you said with a shaky laugh.

Taylor’s thumb brushed under your eye, just in case. “Good tears, I hope.”

You nodded, leaning in again to press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. “The best kind.”

Taylor sighed into it, arms tightening around you protectively, like she could hold you there forever. “I wish I could bottle this moment,” she murmured. “So I could open it when I’m in some random hotel room at 3 AM, missing you like crazy.”

You reached over to the side table, grabbed the little polaroid camera you kept there for fun, and held it up with a grin. “Then let’s bottle it.”

Taylor laughed, full and bright. “Are you seriously about to take a selfie right now?”

“I seriously am. Come on, memories don’t make themselves.”

She rolled her eyes but leaned in, cheek pressed to yours, and the two of you grinned into the lens. Click.

The photo popped out with a soft whir, and you both watched it develop slowly. Two tired, cozy souls, tangled together under a blanket, cheeks pressed close, eyes crinkled with happiness. Taylor looked at it for a moment, then reached over and slipped it into her notebook—the one she used for song lyrics.

Taylor sat still for a while, arms wrapped around you on the couch, letting the soft silence stretch between you. Your breathing had slowed again, your body warm and pliant against hers, every now and then letting out a tiny sigh like you were on the edge of falling back asleep. Her hand traced small, absentminded circles on your back, memorizing the rhythm of your breaths, the way your body fit against hers like it was always meant to be there.

Eventually, she glanced down at the time on her phone and sighed, her voice low and gentle. “Hey,” she whispered, brushing her lips against your hair. “Let’s go to bed, love. It’s late.”

You made a soft, muffled sound of protest, your face still tucked into the crook of her neck. “I’m comfy…”

Taylor smiled, her heart squeezing at the sound of your sleepy pout. “I know, baby. But I want you to be really comfy. Blankets, pillows, me—you know, the works.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of her hoodie like you might refuse to move forever. But when she started to shift, carefully standing up from the couch, you didn’t stop her—you just nuzzled into her, pliant and groggy as she eased her arms underneath your knees and behind your back.

“I’ve got you,” she murmured, scooping you up slowly, carefully, as if you were made of something breakable. You instinctively clung to her, your face pressed into her collarbone, your body melting against hers like you belonged there. And in that moment, you did.

The walk to the bedroom was slow and quiet. The soft creak of the hardwood floors beneath her bare feet was the only sound that joined the distant hum of traffic outside. Taylor’s eyes adjusted to the low light as she navigated the familiar hallway, the glow from a nightlight in the corner of the room guiding her steps.

Once inside, she gently nudged the bedroom door open with her shoulder. It swung inward with the softest whisper, revealing the room you shared—the unmade bed, the messy pile of clothes in the chair, her half-empty water glass on the nightstand. And despite the fatigue in her bones, her chest felt full. This was hers. This was yours. This was home.

She carried you over to the bed and slowly lowered you down, placing you on the cool sheets like you were made of silk. You murmured something sleepily, reaching for her instinctively. She caught your hand, lifting it to her lips.

“I’m right here,” she whispered, brushing her fingers through your hair. “Just gonna change real quick.”

You gave a small nod and curled up into the comforter as she crossed to the dresser. She peeled off her hoodie and jeans, trading them for one of her favorite oversized t-shirts—the well-worn gray one you always teased her about because it somehow still smelled faintly of her first perfume.

She pulled her hair into a loose bun and padded back over to the bed. You’d already scooted to her side, your hand resting on her side of the mattress like it was waiting for her to fill the space. Without hesitation, she slid beneath the sheets and pulled you to her like a magnet.

You turned into her, your leg slipping over hers, your hand finding its usual resting place over her heart. Your fingers curled into the soft fabric of her shirt like you needed her there, needed the feel of her against you. She let out a soft breath, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist, the other stroking your back in slow, soothing lines.

“Better?” she murmured.

You nodded, eyes still closed, your voice a hushed whisper against her neck. “Mhm. Best.’’

Taylor smiled, her fingers moving to trace the shell of your ear, the curve of your jaw. She loved these moments—the soft, sleepy version of you that only she got to see. The version that let all the walls come down, completely safe in her arms.

“I love you,” she said quietly, her voice a warm breath in the dark.

You lifted your head slightly, eyes fluttering open just enough to find her gaze. “I love you more,” you whispered, then nestled your head back into her chest.

Taylor kissed your forehead—slow, lingering, reverent—and closed her eyes too, the weight of the day finally leaving her body now that you were here. With her.

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ejunesblues · 2 years ago

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note: i didn’t proofread this so i apologize if there are any spelling errors or mistakes. enjoy!

THERE’S ANOTHER ONE?

pairing: taylor swift x fem!reader

warnings: fluffy, kissing, alcohol intake, tay being upset that her fur babies love you more than her

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the night had been amazing so far. you and taylor had gone on your first date and everything went perfect. you two went to a nice restaurant and sat in the far back table where you giggled like school girls and gushed about shared interests.

so now as taylor giggles drunkenly, fiddling with her key to open her door, you can’t help but hope this isn’t a one time thing. she finally opens the door and swings it open, sighing in sweet relief. she kicks her shoes off and turns to face you when you close the door behind yourself as you take in the environment.

your eyes lock back on her and you smile girlishly at her soft gaze. you begin to take your shoes off all while maintaining the eye contact, “what?” you simply ask with a small laugh.

taylor bites her lip to contain her smile and shakes her head, “tonight’s been so amazing. i feel invincible right now.”

you grin at her, walking forward until you wrap your arms around the back of her neck, staring up at her with loving eyes. this is rare, for you to feel this in love on the first date. but you can tell taylor feels the same with the way she smiles down and wraps her arms around your waist. it makes you feel less stupid and shameful.

taylor gazes down at you in silence, her eyes heavy with alcohol and exhaustion of the eventful night. nonetheless, she conserves her energy for you, as she doesn’t want this night to end.

“can i kiss you, please?” she asks softly, a bit of her worried she may have misread your pace and signs of the night.

you give her a reassuring nod, “of course.”

she closes the space and just like that sparks fly in the air around you two. her soft lips move against yours slowly and gently, her movements a bit sloppy due to the bottle of wine you two split at the restaurant.

before you have the chance to deepen the kiss you feel something soft and furry move against your leg. you pull away from taylor’s lips and look down, a smile taking over your tingling lips at the sight.

a cat looks up at you with wide eyes, then a small meow escapes it’s mouth. you unhook your grip on taylor’s neck and crouch down to the cat’s level, letting it sniff your hand. taylor watches the interaction with love filled eyes.

“hi baby.” you coo, petting the cat from its neck to it’s tail. you continue the movement and eventually end up sitting criss cross on the floor in front of the door.

the cat climbs onto your lap and you smile in glee as you scratch it with your nails, feeling successful when the cat begins to knead it’s paws into your thighs.

taylor sits in front of you, criss cross as well with a small playful frown. “lucky, meredith never does that with me.”

you glance up at her with raised eyebrows before looking back down to the cat that purrs loudly, nudging her head against your slack hand. “hi meredith.” you whisper and scratch under her chin.

another cat enters the room and freezes once it’s next to taylor. she picks the cat up and places it into her lap, stroking it softly. “this is benjamin button, he’s my baby boy.”

you lean forward slightly and hold your hand out for benjamin to sniff. after a few seconds the cat jumps out of taylor’s lap and climbs onto your other available thigh. you scratch and pet both cats with a smile on your face.

taylor watches with endearment. the urge gets too strong that she impulsively pulls out her phone, snapping a quick photo. you look up with a grin, shaking your head. she shrugs, “had to save the moment. so the kids can see the first time they met you in the future.” she jokes.

it’s a small joke but it makes your stomach flutter. the thought of becoming official with her to be able to call her cat’s yours as well. you blush heavily and lean forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

she grins at you with loving eyes before they widen, “oh wait, you still have to meet olivia.”

your eyes widen more than hers as you gasp, “there’s another one?!”

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 1 year ago

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So High School

taylor swift x fem!NHL!reader

note: found this in my drafts

Y/n laid her head back further on the couch, Benji head bumping her before making his way around her. She looked down at Taylor who was laying between her legs, back to her chest, ankles locked together on the woman’s stomach, and holding her glass of wine.

The light from the lamp behind them hit her beautifully, made her skin illuminate gold, her eyes looked bluer, and seeing her own dark skin holding Taylor’s fair skin at her waist where her shirt was ridden up.

The woman in her arms turned, placing the wine glass on the coffee table then rested her chin on Y/n’s chest.

“Hi.” “Hey.”

Taylor brought her hands to the woman’s waist gently rubbing up and down, before she got up leaving Y/n alone on the couch now.

“Where’re you going?” Her words caused the tall blonde turn to face her and walk backwards out of the room, “I’m getting something. Hold tight, I’ll be right back.”

“Promise?” The woman still laying on the couch yelled, she heard her girlfriend yell from the room over, “Promise.”

The woman repositioned herself, now being alone on the couch, but when she looked up she saw her tall and beautiful girlfriend coming back, just like she said, but now with a guitar in her hand.

“I want to show you something.” Taylor said, very excited. This wasn’t the first song she’s written about the woman, but it’s the first she’s sharing with her muse. Getting comfortable the women were now sitting across, facing each other on the couch.

Before striking the first chord, Taylor couldn’t help herself from leaving a soft and quick peck on Y/n’s lips, then beginning the song with a wide smile on her face, one that simply wouldn’t go away.

“I feel so high school, everytime I look at you.”

Y/n placed her wine glass next to Taylor’s previously discarded one and brought her hands to her girlfriend's thighs, gently rubbing up and down the bare skin from the cuff of her shorts to her bent knees.

“I’m sinking, our fingers entwined, cheeks pink in the twinkling lights. Tell me ‘bout the first time you saw me”

The dim lighting somehow only made the singing woman more beautiful, while she sang a song she wrote about their love.

“No one’s ever had me, not like you.”

How she could express feelings so clearly is amazing to Y/n. Still. By the time she closed the song, Y/n was more in love then before, no one had ever so uniquely professed their love to her before.

Taylor played the last chord and placed the quitar on the ground softly, “Did you like it?”

To Y/n that was the silliest question she could ask after playing someone a beautiful song you wrote about them. But for Taylor, it was nerve racking waiting for the answer, it wasn’t exactly her most poetic song, would that offend Y/n? Or maybe because it was such a juvenile sounding song and that's why she would be offended.

“Baby, I loved it. That was- just.. I’m so thankful for you, and I love you.” “I love you too.”

While they exchanged their love for each other, Y/n brought her hands to her girlfriend's waist and pulled her back into her arms. The blonde woman rested her head on the other woman’s chest. And there they laid, drinking their wine and talking all night.

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meltinglikeasugarcube · 2 months ago

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Not sure if you take prompts but I need one of Taylor basically being the caricature she sings about in The Man and flirting with the reader with the sole purpose of banging them on her jet, and then they actually talk and form a connection (and still bang on the jet).

I didn't "finish" it, I'm sorry, my goal with this account is to focus on drabbles and it was getting too long. But if people really like this, I promise I'll do a part two!

Title: ALPHA TYPE

Word Count: 1129

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Female Reader

She’s been watching you all night.

Not covertly, not with any pretense of subtlety. Her gaze lands and lingers like it’s earned its place. You catch it every time, and it pins you; it makes it feel like the room bends slightly around her focus. A few others glance at her now and then, but no one seems to register it the way you do. No one else is under it like you are.

She looks like she can do whatever she wants. And right now, it looks like what she wants is you.

You’re not naive enough to pretend there isn’t a current running underneath this party. Every guest here feels handpicked. You only got in through Este, and even that feels like a clerical error more than an invitation. You’re just the plus-one.

So why has Taylor Swift been looking at you like that?

You signed an NDA at the door. Just left your name on a sleek black clipboard, then grabbed a glass of something fizzy and pink. You’d thought it was a formality. Now it feels more like a warning.

She doesn’t approach at first. She keeps her distance, watching you from across the room while she dances, her drink cradled loosely in one hand. She moves without effort, like she doesn’t need to impress anyone, like she already knows exactly what impression she makes. And the more she watches, the more your skin begins to prickle.

You hover near Este for safety, trying to seem unbothered. You fail spectacularly.

Then, sometime around 1 AM, you’re standing alone, drink nearly gone, throat dry from pretending to be at ease, and she starts walking toward you.

You feel it before you see it. The quiet, collective shift of a space making room for someone. You turn and she’s already halfway across the room, eyes locked on yours like she’s been meaning to do this all night.

She stops directly in front of you, close enough that you smell something soft on her skin. Maybe jasmine, maybe something more dangerous.

“I don’t know you,” she says. She’s not angry. She’s curious. Slightly buzzed, maybe, but focused. “You’re in my house, and I don’t know you.”

Your mouth opens too fast.

“Sorry—I came with Este—”

She tilts her head slightly, licking her lips, gaze never leaving your face.

“You know, it’s kind of rude not to talk to the host of the party you’re at.”

“Oh. I just—didn’t want to bother you,” you stammer, voice higher than you intended. Her grin grows at that, amused by your discomfort.

“Am I bothering you?”

“No, no—of course not.”

“I’m Taylor,” she says, even though she doesn’t have to. You give her your name, and she nods once.

“Nice meeting you,” she adds, stepping closer. “You looked a little… bored. Thought I’d give you something to think about.”

You let out a soft, nervous laugh.

“I—uh—I’m fine, really.”

“No, you’re not,” she says gently. “I can see that. I’m trying to fix it.”

She lifts her drink to her mouth but doesn’t sip, just watches you over the rim. Her eyes flick down, then slowly up again.

“Do you want something to think about?” She murmurs. Your heart stutters.

“I… I have plenty of things to think about.”

“Want me to help you stop thinking then?”

You blink. You don’t know what to say. She tilts her head, studying you like you’re slow on the uptake.

“Don’t act so coy,” she murmurs with a smile.

“Is that what I’m doing?” You can’t help but ask.

“What you’re doing is catching my attention,” she takes a long pull of her drink, never looking away. “Do you want me to be clearer?”

You try to deflect.

“I’m not sure what I did to catch it.”

Her gaze drops to your skirt, then rises again, very slowly.

“You think wearing that wasn’t enough?”

Your breath hitches. You try to hold your ground, not let it show.

“I didn’t wear it to catch your attention.”

“No?” she asks, mock surprised. “What are you trying to do then?”

“Just wanted to look pretty.”

“Ah, just look pretty,” she repeats softly. “Just look pretty.”

There’s a small beat of silence between you, so charged you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

“What are you trying to do?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

She steps in just close enough that her words graze the side of your jaw.

“What do you think, pretty girl?” The air leaves your lungs all at once. She backs off just slightly, enough to break the spell, and looks around the room like she hasn’t just torn the floor out from under you. “So, what do you say?”

“I—I’m not sure what you’re proposing,” you manage, voice trembling.

“Poor baby,” she purrs, half-laughing. “So clueless. So innocent, right?”

“I think I need to hear you say it,” you confess, blushing.

“I want to get you in my bed,” she says plainly. “Right now. If that’s okay with you.”

You stare at her. She meets it head-on.

“I’ll be going upstairs now,” she adds, almost casually. “If you feel like it, just follow me. If not, enjoy the rest of the party.”

And just like that, she turns, walking away with the same ease she walked in, every inch of her certain that you’ll follow.

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bonm4ti · 2 years ago

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emmaxdelicate · 4 months ago

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i was wondering if you could make fanfic on the same universe as the Taylor x football player one.

Taylor could be attending one of your games and during the middle of the first Half of the game (I don't know that much about it) one of the players from the other team runs into you fully knocking you down hard and everyone in the arena quites including Taylor who stands shocked and worried. After a few moments you don't get up and everyone gets Taylor decides to run down there incredibly worried wanting check on you and be with you.

Can you show what happens when Taylor gets down and when they take you away to take care of the injury (Taylor goes with you when they take you away). Can you kind of like show Taylor reaction to all this especially when they are taking care of the injury.

Thank you so much for hearing me out

FROM THE SIDELINES | ts x reader

summary: you get injured during a match and taylor Is there to support you.

pairing(s): taylor swift x footballplayer!reader

warnings: injuries (not serious ones), mention of painkillers, mild angst (??), intentional lowercase. (if i missed any pease lmk!!)

word count: 1k

a/n: finally posted!! this is from the same AU as this fic but can be read as a standalone. i love the concept of this au so if anyone wants more please tell me!!

the stadium was alive with chants coming from the fans. the crowd was buzzing as the lionesses moved forward the victory.

meanwhile, taylor was seated in the VIP section, eyeing you everywhere you went.

she wasn't a sporting expert, not by any means. and maybe she didn't even like any sport. but seeing you playing filled her with so much pride. every time you took possession of the ball, her earth filled with awe

and then it happened.

one moment, you were darting past an opponent, the next one a player form the other team collided with you, the impact making you fall to the ground.

the stadium erupted, the british fans booing the other team for the infraction. everybody thought you were going to be okay, that you would stand up and keep playing like you usually would.

but this time was different. you curled on the ground, not moving at all, and after some moments, the stadium went eerily silent.

taylor's breath itched, her hand over her mouth. "oh my god," she whispered to herself. the people around her mumbled in concern, but she couldn't hear them over the pounding in her chest.

and you still didn't move.

taylor knows she probably shouldn't, but she's determined to go down and see you.

she stood up from her seat, excused herself to pass through the crowd of people, and went down the alleyways of the stadium. by the time she was stopped by security in front of the field, the paramedics had already surrounded you.

"let me through," she pleaded, her usual calm demeanor nowhere to be found. "please, i need to see her!"

the security guard gave her a brief glance but didn't argue, letting her pass.

she got closer to the medics tending you, and once some of them went away to get some supplies, she crouched down to talk to you.

"hey baby," she said, trying to keep her voice steady but failing. her eyes glistened as she took in the scene— your pale face, your hurt expression. "it's okay, i'm here now, okay?"

you tried to respond, but the sharp pain in your side even made that hard, so you could just bring yourself to nodding weakly.

"they're going to take care of you, it's going to be okay," the words seemed more to comfort her than you, but just having her by your side made it better.

she turned to the paramedics, "how bad is it? is she going to be okay?" she needed answers, she needed to know if you could handle this right now.

"we need to take her away to make sure she's fine," one of them told her.

"but what happened?"

"her rib probably broke, that makes breathing difficult. she's strong, she can make it"

although the outcome wasn't really great, the reassurance that you would get through it made taylor sigh in relief a bit.

the paramedics picked you up, placed you on the stretcher, and took you out of the field, taylor following from a distance.

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the medical room was silent, no one dared to say anything.

after he finished checking you up, the doctor gave you some painkillers.

"her rib is broken. she's got some injuries on her knee and ankle. she'll be okay, but no football for a bit"

taylor let out a sigh of relief now knowing that the injuries weren't that serious.

"thank you, can i stay with her now?"

the doctor nodded and left you two alone.

"hey," she said sitting down beside you on the medical bed.

you smiled at the sight of her, "hi,"

"how are you feeling?" she said cupping your cheek.

"good," you grinned "now that you're here"

taylor couldn't help but blush at your words and hugged you.

"i'm so glad your okay. you made me so worried"

you leaned into her embrace, the warmth of her arms making the ache in your side a little easier to bear. taylor’s grip was firm, like she was afraid you might slip away if she let go.

“i'm sorry for scaring you,” you murmured against her shoulder.

she pulled back just enough to look at you, her brows furrowed. “don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong. i just—” her voice faltered for a moment as she brushed a loose strand of hair from your face, “—i hate seeing you hurt.”

your heart swelled at the tenderness in her words. even though the pain was still there, having her so close made it feel distant—like it couldn’t touch you when she was around.

“I’m okay, tay. Promise.” you laced your fingers with hers, giving her hand a soft squeeze. “you know i’m tough.”

a breathy laugh escaped her lips, but her eyes were still glossy, like the fear hadn’t completely left her. “yeah, you’re tough,” she whispered, “but you don’t have to be with me.”

Tthe weight of her words settled over you, soft and warm. with her, you didn’t have to be the fearless athlete or the competitor you were on the field. you could just be you.

“can i get a kiss or is that against doctor’s orders?” you teased, tilting your head up with a playful smile.

taylor rolled her eyes, but the blush creeping up her neck gave her away. “you’re impossible,” she muttered, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss against your lips. it was slow and sweet— like she was trying to reassure herself that you were really there, safe in her arms.

when she pulled back, you grinned. “i should get injured more often if it means getting kissed like that.”

“don’t even joke about that!” she swatted your arm lightly, but her smile had finally returned in full. “i swear, you’re going to give me gray hair.”

you laughed softly, squeezing her hand again.

“you’re lucky i love you.”her voice was soft, like a confession she’d never get tired of making.

“i know,” you replied, your voice quieter now—sincere. “and i love you too.”

for a moment, the world outside the medical room didn’t exist. It was just you and taylor, her thumb brushing against the back of your hand like she couldn’t stop touching you.

“i’m gonna be at every match from now on,” she declared suddenly, like it was a vow. “i don’t care if i don’t understand a thing—if you’re on that field, i’ll be there.”

you felt your heart stutter in your chest. “even if I make you sit through a whole season?”

“every. single. game.” her expression softened as she leaned in again, her lips brushing your forehead. “i’m not going anywhere.”

and as you sat there—sore but safe—you knew that no matter how many times you got knocked down, taylor would always be there to pick you back up.

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gelphielovebot · 7 months ago

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— if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow

☆ taylor swift x fem!reader

☆ description: taylor comes home to find you having a panic attack, and she’s the only thing that can get you out of that terrible headspace you’re in.

☆ warnings: anxiety, panic attack, taking meds for anxiety

☆ a/n: i hope y’all like comfort fics bc i certainly have a knack for them…

everything was far too much. and as the day went on, it just kept piling on. you were going to explode, you were certain of it. you just didn’t expect for it to be when a costumer got quiet huffy with you and started to berate you for simply doing your job.

you couldn’t take it.

you had to leave work early.

you had to go home.

you had to be with your girlfriend.

you had to remember how to breathe.

when you get home, it’s clear that you’ve made it back before taylor. you stumbled against the walls of the hallway, your balance not being on par and so your knees eventually gave out and became jelly. you crawled the rest of the way to the bedroom, not even thinking about how foolish you look. you couldn’t find the strength to climb up onto the mattress, so you settled for the cold hardwood floor.

you leaned your back against the bed, the frame of it digging into your skin. but you didn’t even notice. you just noticed pain. pain everywhere. in your lungs from the lack of air, in your eyes from the burning tears, in your heart, and head, and entire body.

taylor walked into the house minutes later. it was eerily quiet. she had expected you to come running to her like you always do, excited to hear about her day and tell her about yours. but that wasn’t the case today.

for a moment, she thought you might of ran to the store. but your keys were hung in their usual spot. you were home but you weren’t in front of taylor so maybe you were mad at her.

“y/n? i’m home, babe!” she said, loud enough for you to hear from any part of the house. she got no response in return.

and so, she threw her bag on the table instead of hanging it up, and opted to not take her coat off because that wasn’t the priority right now. she walked further into the house, her first thought to check the bedroom.

as she approached the hallway, she can hear heavy breathing and sobbing from down the hall. this makes her pick of her pace, no more of her hesitant footsteps. she doesn’t knock, she just barges right into the room and she immediately sees a sight that isn’t unfamiliar to her. this isn’t the first time she’s found you like this.

on the floor, gasping for some sort of oxygen, red and wet eyes, clawing at your own skin to get out of it.

you sucked in more air, even harder, but your chest constricted tighter and you almost chocked on your own throat. your head was spinning and tears made your vision blurry, but even through that, you could make out bright golden locks coming closer to you. you knew it was taylor, but you could’ve mistaken her for an angel.

taylor spoke, her words were muffled and you could only make out less than half of what she was saying. you whined, because you really wanted it to stop and you really wanted to hear her voice and see her face clearly.

you felt soft hands on your body, gently pushing your legs down, away from your chest, leaning you back which stretched out your stomach. The curled position you had been sitting in felt safe, it felt warm, but it had also felt like it blocked your breathing pathway and taylor knew the last thing you needed was to be constricted.

it felt like you could breathe a little better now, and the painful ringing in your ears slowly started to go away; you could hear her now.

“slow down. i’m here, i’ve got you. you’re okay, baby.” she grabbed onto your limp body, pulling you onto her lap. you straddled her waist so you were chest to chest. so you could feel her breathing and remember that it was a thing that you also needed to do. “look at me, honey, look at my eyes. that’s all you have to do.”

you listened to her, looking into crystal blue hues. blue like the ocean, like soft waves, like walking the beach with taylor on a warm august evening. relaxing, calming, you were sent there for a moment in time.

“there you are. there’s my girl,” she softly smiles, feeling her own heart rate go down as you began to calm. “i know it’s hard but you’re doing so good,” she picked up your hand and placed it on her own chest “just feel my breathing and copy it, that’s all you have to do now.”

she took slow, deep breaths, and the longer she did it, the more you began to exactly mimic it. hot tears rolled down your face while you looked into her eyes and your breathing began to steady. taylor pushed away the hair on your face that were stuck from the tears. you could see better now; you hadn’t even thought to move your hair.

at this point, your breathing had come down to an acceptable rate, and she wasn’t concerned that you were going to cause yourself to faint from the lack of oxygen.

“yeah baby, better now, huh?” she asked gently, looking deeply into your eyes and wiping the tears off your pink-tinted cheeks with her thumbs.

“mhm,” you hummed, barely audible, as you nuzzled your head into the crook of her neck. she awed at you and wrapped her arms tightly around your body so you wouldn’t completely shatter. she rubbed circles into your back, and it nearly soothed you to sleep.

“wanna talk about what happened or do you just want comfort right now?” she asked, whispered it, afraid she’d scare you if she spoke any louder.

you shook your head no, “comfort please, tay.”

“okay baby. comfort it is. i’m right here. did you eat anything yet?” once again, you shook your head no. it brought attention to the grumble in your stomach. you were so anxious all day that you forgot to even eat.

“let’s get food in that tummy, sound good?”

“no. can’t. i’ll throw up.” you always lost your appetite when you were so anxious like this. taylor always made sure you got something in your system though, even if it was something small.

“i know it feels like that, my love, but i promise you won’t throw up. your brain is tricking you into think that, i can hear the growling from here,” she giggled at that last part, you even did too, slightly. “something little. even if it’s just soup.”

“okay, i think i can stomach soup,” you mumbled in her neck, honestly hoping she wasn’t going to hear it.

“there’s my girl,” she says in response, quite glad that you were being cooperative because it breaks her heart when she has to force you to take care of yourself, even though she does it gently, you can just be so fragile sometimes.

taylor tried to get up, expecting you to get off of her and stand up as well. you just moaned and groaned a little in her ear and she didn’t even try to push you into getting down to the kitchen yourself. and either way, she was going to baby the crap out of you because that’s all you needed from her when you were like this.

she finally made it up to her feet, you clinging onto her body with your legs wrapped around her. frankly, you don’t think your legs have un-jellified since you fell to the ground in a panic. you don’t even want to test them out either.

taylor brought you both to the kitchen, she sat you down and you watched her patter around and get your soup into a boiling pot. you tried your hardest to keep your eyes open, but todays events had absolutely drained you.

“lovey,” taylor said, as if she had just remembered something, “did you take your meds today?”

you dropped your head into your hands, completely forgetting about that step in your morning routine. you just shook your head no, too embarrassed to actually say it. she just smirked at you and raised one of her eyebrows before going over to the cabinet and taking one of the little white pills from the orange container.

she grabbed a glass of water and then walked over to you. you put your hand out and she placed the pill into the palm of your hand. you set it on your tongue, swallowing and following it with a sip of water.

taylor leaned forward and kissed your forehead. you melted right into her touch, letting your head fall right into her hands. you just wanted her. “cuddle day, i’m taking it?” taylor giggled, and the vibrations of her laughter caused you to shiver, and you didn’t mind it.

“yes please tay. i really need cuddle day.”

☆

when you woke up the following morning, the bed was empty as you expected it to be. taylor had an early morning at the studio. you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, what caught your eye almost immediately was a white bowl on the table and a bright pink sticky note beside it.

you walked closer and noticed a yogurt bowl prepared for you. you picked up the little sticky note beside it that read,

“don’t forget to eat and take your meds!

i love you my darling girl, i hope you have an amazing day

— love tay♡”

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scarnatlover · 5 months ago

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Taylor Swift Masterlist

Fluff ☀️ | Angst 💧 | Smut (18+) 🔞 | Imagine ♦️

REQUEST: OPEN

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Fangs and Desire 🔞

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domxmarvel · 3 months ago

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Celebs-Wedding dress

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Taylor

After insisting that you join your friend in trying on wedding dresses you agreed,looking through the racks for something that would catch your eye. You found one,it was the exact style that you loved. Trying it on only drove the point home,it was perfect. It fit you perfectly, hugging you in just the right places. You decide to snap a photo and send it to Taylor,wondering what her reaction would be.

"Oh darling, it's as if the bridal gods themselves crafted that dress with you in mind. You look like a vision woven from dreams and fairy tales. Utterly enchanting" You chuckled to yourself,at her reaction.

"Poetic as ever Tay"

"I had to do justice to your stunning look, darling! But honestly, that dress is a masterpiece on you. You're going to knock everyone's socks off at the wedding"

"You're already planning aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged! I can't help myself. Weddings are just so dreamy, and seeing you in that dress is only fueling the imagination even more."

"I think you forgot something though" She seemed to be so excited that she forgot she hadn't even asked you.

"Oh my goodness, how could I forget the most crucial part?! Will you, my dear friend, be my maid of honor?"

"Hilarious Tay-Tay"

Sabrina

You never wore dresses,finding them uncomfortable but your friend insisted that you try some wedding dresses. It was her wedding but she insisted you'd join her and try some. After some convincing you agreed and tried one on,watching yourself in the mirror. It looked good, it fit perfectly and accentuated your curves. While trying it on you felt...pretty. You found yourself unexpectedly taking photos,debating sending them to your girlfriend your finger hovering above the send button. There was a knock at the changing room door,making you jump and press the send button. You turned to the door,dismissing whoever it was with a .

"I'll be out in a minute" Looking at your phone you saw that it had been sent. The girl at the other side of the door didn't reply but you still could see her feet below the door. You waited for a message, your heart beating fast. It's been a minute or two since you've sent the picture. Your phone vibrated,you looked at it and saw that you got a reply. She knew you didn't like wearing dresses very much so you wondered what she had to say. It wasn't just a dress,it was a wedding dress.

"You look stunning in that dress. Wish I could see you in person right now."

"You like it?" Somehow a part of you almost didn't believe her,you knew she wouldn't lie but your insecurities got the better of you right now.

"Honey, I love it. It makes you look even more beautiful than usual." Her reply sent butterflies to your stomach.

"I might try on a couple more"

"Oh, you should. Especially if you look as good in them as in the one you're wearing now." You couldn't see her right now but you had a feeling that right now she was smirking. "And send me pictures, will you? I'd like to see how beautiful you look in other dresses." You felt your face starting to heat up again, at the thought of sending her more pictures.

"I'll send you some more"

"Can't wait. Maybe I'll even send you something in return." She replied, teasing you.

"Sabrina!" You texted but you knew your tone would be understood.

"It's not my fault you look so good in that dress. You're teasing me too, you know." She was right. You had a vague suspicion that you might have overdone it a bit with the pictures you have been sending. "I'm just saying I could return the favor,love." She replied, grinning knowing how riled up you were.

Sadie

This wasn't how you imagined the day going,trying on wedding dresses with your friends. Trying on dress after dress,for the afternoon. You tried one more one,one of your friends suggesting you should send a photo of it to Sadie. So you did,snapping a photo and sending it to your girlfriend. You soon received a text back from Sadie,almost like she was waiting for that text.

"That dress is absolutely stunning on you. I could stare at you for hours in that."

"You're too sweet" you tried some more,sending her various photos.

"I have something to tell you" she replied

"What is it?"

"I know that this is a weird request, but could you send me a video of you in the dress?" You had one of your friends film you twirling around in the dress. Sending it to her. "You look so beautiful in that dress. It's even more stunning when it's in motion" she responded. Quickly followed by another message. "I just wish I could see it in person"

"Maybe we could go some time,just us"

"Just us sounds perfect"

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dawnoftime22 · 22 days ago

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hello, i have a request for Taylor Swift 😊

reader is upset cause they feel betrayed by their close friends (maybe they weren't invited to a party or something) and since Taylor have been there before she comforts the reader and they spend the day together playing games or something so the reader forgets about it?

also can Taylor sing to comfort Reader? 🥺 i love it when she sings for us hehe

safe & sound.

| T.S

Warnings: reader overthinking, a lot! please be warned and take care of yourself<3 R's friends betraying

Summary: When you find out the way you're suddenly treated by the people you're closest with, Taylor spends her time trying to comfort you in the ways she knows how to.

Word Count: 6.1k

Category: fluff

A/N: I feel like my writing is only growing in word count...I swear thats not me pushing, I just try to finish the story!! I reaally really hope you enjoy this, and it brings you all the comfort you need<3

| Started on 19/05/2025, 2:28 PM |

| Finished on 30/05/2025, 6:53 AM |

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“Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you...and all the things that you do.”

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You were in the living room when you found out.

The space was quiet, save from the way the sink had water running down, and clinks were coming along beside it as Taylor washed the dishes. The time was 3:24 PM. You just had lunch together, spent rightfully with comfort, and love.

Now, you were sitting on the couch, legs up, touching your clothed stomach, and you were staring down at the screen of your phone. Upon it, you saw an instagram post from one of your friends right at the homescreen.

It was great. It was peaceful. You were having such a good day...until the photos and videos hit you like a trainwreck crashing into the sunshine. It made everything falter with its lightness.

Your lips tightened as they pressed together. You shouldn't have, but you did. It almost seemed animated as you went through the instagram stories, read the comments on the posts, and you saw all the smiles, and the laughter. It was like watching a movie far away from your life

You heard the way they had fun with their mini games and conversations without any care in the world. Like none of it mattered. Sitting casually. Like you didn't matter.

Its not like you felt like the world spun around the idea of you of course, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt. They had gone forth without a heads up, and that felt like the worst kind of a quiet betrayal. There was a possibility that they thought of how you seemed to leave nearly each time, how overwhelmed you were, but something about it brought your sense of mind a certain pain.

Then you started to wonder if they had even thought about you at all, or if they completely forgot. And in some way, that felt...acceptable. Just acceptable. Not better, not worse, but something you could take.

The thoughts and questions made you reel back and forth, as if you were pacing the room without moving, and you swallowed.

Slowly, you clicked the power button at the side of your phone, and the screen faded to nothing as you set it down.

It's not like the emotional feelings were walking all over you, or that it felt like waves crashing over. Being pricked by a cactus would be something to describe it, perhaps. Yet, still, you wrapped your arms around your legs, and rested your chin against your knees. The carpet seemed like the next interesting thing in the room.

It was just a party. A stupid party. It shouldn't bite you this much, but for some reason it did—because in a way, it confirmed your biggest fear in a hard, rough truth;...that no one really wanted you at all. Your presence, your quietness, everything about you. Whatever point of evidencr it was of yourself that made people pull away. It was a reason to hold up whenever you found it.

Your jaw tightened, but it was your teeth pressing together, not clenching. It was in frustration that was either to yourself, or the people you were close with. You weren't sure. It's not like they were at fault. At all. Right? Just...your own problems to deal with that they don't want.

It wasn't long until the couch had the smallest little dip in it. Beside you, Taylor had come to sit with a sweet looking Meredith, having brought her along in her hands for the kitty to curl up in her lap.

She looks at you, seeing the way that you had your legs tucked in close to yourself, protectively, within the circulation of your arms. You had your eyes on the floor, clearly deep in the depths of your mind. It had been like that since she made her decision to go to you.

Until you turned your head to look at her to catch her sight, she would have been smiling, if not for the frown that seemed to shape on your lips.

And that only made you feel like hiding more; that her raising of a joy had faltered, all in simply seeing the slightest of oddities in your behaviour, because she knew you well enough to see everything you hadn't even spoken about. You weren't sure what to feel about it when you were already knee deep into guilt. There was no telling if it's already swallowed you whole or still waiting either.

But to Taylor, the concern came climbing up on her heart, knowing all too well that the many times you've spaced out before was in reason to getting caught up in a web of worries.

She took a moment to just see you, search your eyes for anything that she could find and recognize, but it wasn't long until she set Meredith down gently beside you both instead. Her body moved closer to you in a careful shift.

"...Are you okay?" she asks. For a second, you cracked, just a little. It was like she breathed on glass that was vulnerable to break from anything, even when she didn't mean any harm.

You tried resisting it, but your frown only got deeper, more emotional, and you leaned in more into her instantly.

She had her arms wrapped around you without another second to spare, bringing you closer to her chest. You could hear the soothing shushing that came from her lips as she does.

Nothing urged you to talk about it. There wasn't any willing want in your heart either. Everything had seemed to just overwhelm you, all at once like that giant wave going down, and it wasn't good. It wasn't relief, it wasn't realization, just something that could knock you down and never let you get back up.

Her warm embrace felt safe, similar in hand to a gentle song surrounding you in its comfort. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked in softness.

You looked into her eyes. "I...it's...just..." you were about to start, but then gave out to the distress in your mind instead of continuing. "It's nothing," the words slipped out your mouth, uttered like a truth, but draped over with a white lie.

Taylor didn't take that. She didn't want to, and she certainly wouldn't want you to get away with shutting down. "Hey..."

She keeps her gentle tone even as she continued. "Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right? No judgement...no expectations." Her hand brushed against your back in a small comforting way, giving that bit of affection that always seemed to make your nerves ease, even if it was just a little.

You bit your lip deeply after a short sigh out. With a gentle pull on the pinkish skin, you tasted copper against your tongue, although there was no red. Taylor tilted her head just enough to see you.

When she sees the smallest tatter on the skin, a soft breath escapes her, and she reaches up carefully to brush her thumb over your lip so your instincts let it go.

Taylor was patient. You knew it. She always was. But you felt like no words could escape your mouth—like your brain had gotten that overload to where it would just shut down, and none of it was for you to blame because you did want to speak. So, you only frowned, looking to her shoulder in guilt.

You stayed there in decision for just a moment, but it didn't take long for you to grab your phone again.

It unlocked once the password was put in, and you held it out for her take. It was still in the same app as you left it earlier.

She looked at you, then your phone, only getting more concerned, but her hand carefully took it from your hold to see what it was. As soon as her eyes land on the screen, she realized that it was a post from one of your friends.

"Probably having fun," you mumbled out beside her, having gone to curl up and hug your legs once more. She scrolls down further, seeing the caption and the date that it was posted on, which was just an hour or two ago.

She blinked, trying to process it, but it didn't take her long. Her expressions soon soften, and she let her shoulders lower when she's picked all the pieces of the unspoken puzzle. "...Oh...baby," she breathed out, looking at you again.

Her arms brought you closer again, giving you warmth as she put the phone back down. Meredith was purring beside you both, despite the emotional rise.

"Did they...ever...tell you? Or ask?" Taylor looked down at you, and you didn't capture her eyes, but she definitely saw the small little sadness in your pupils, both because of whats happened, and the branches of overthinking going on in your mind.

You shook your head just a little, which causes a small quietness to cover over the both of you.

She only gazed at you with doubled care, if possible, and she moved to get more comfortable before opening her arms up for you.

"Come here..." she urged gently. You hesitated, but you couldn't really resist, going closer to feel the warmth that she provided, all as you hid into her chest.

"Just stay for a while."

She breathed slowly, lowering herself more to rest herself against your hair.

It was just that. Taylor holding you for a quiet moment, giving a pause and break from all the emotional things going on. It felt like she could take away all your problems by just...being her. Being with you.

You closed your eyes at the rush of the warm aid to your feelings, and you had to tighten your embrace just a little more in reponse.

"...It's okay," she whispered. Her lips brushed just ever so slightly at your ear as she glides up for a soft kiss on the side of your head.

"...I know, it's difficult, seeing that. And it's not something you can just...brush away and forget." You let her words drift in your mind, processing, but you couldn't really figure out how to say anything back.

You didn't need to, anyway. The way she held you was enough for words to be far from the true comfort touch could give.

A pause goes by. She leans back, then put her finger right below your chin, wanting you to look up at her. "But you should know...you didn't do anything to make them pull back. If you didn't get invited, thats on them, not you."

You sighed out softly, eyes traveling down. "I don't know...I just...maybe they thought I get overwhelmed way too many times, so they just thought...not telling me would make it less complicated, or...or worse, they forgot."

She searched your face, trying to see everything held back under the surface. "Baby...it was a little mean of them for not telling you. And if they did think about it...some kind of acknowledgement would have been better too. Gentle acknowledgement."

"Like, anyone with half the logic I have, would realize that acting casual and going quiet is bad, but posting it on instagram, when knowing full well that you could see their posts?" She shook her head in a small frustration for you.

For a while, there was quietness, and Taylor was taking your last reason into consideration next. Not that she really needed to, as the answer could be obvious for anyone.

"And if they forgot...then I don't know if they're really counted as your close friends, sweetheart," Taylor whispered, giving you that gentleness thats always needed when saying such words, and your eyes flickered to her. Although filled with hurt, there was a certain knowing look in your expressions.

"But what if its not intentional?" you tried to reason, to think of it in another perspective in a way to help your mind. Which, was slowly getting caught up in clusters of messes.

She sighed softly, her expressions softening along with her words. "Okay...there's multiple of them, right?" she asked. You hesitated, but gave a small, gentle nod.

"At least one of them should have cared enough to ask, or just speak up and tell you about it," she said, her hand carefully going up, and brushing your hair with her fingers. You thought it through, then slumped a little into her as the words started to register.

She felt your fingers furling into her shirt. You were closing your eyes as if it could make it any better. "It's just...like...I...wish I wasn't like this, Tay." You looked up to catch her gaze, eyes vulnerable. The words were spilled out slow, but fast at the same time, mixed with hesitation, and wanting to get it all over with.

Your lips tightened. "Like, what if I'm just gonna be this...stupid sensitive thing that everyone always sees? I don't fit...parties. I never did," you say, tumbling it all out completely like it didn't seem to be the most offensive thing if someone else had spewed that out to you.

Taylor swallowed gently, then slowly shook her head. "...No..." she whispered back, and as much as it was quiet, her voice held genuine firmness enough to be holding you together.

"Baby, no..." the next words were breathed out, and she pulled you even closer, leaning in for a soft kiss on your temple.

"Listen. You are not...a 'stupid sensitive thing', you are a person. You have a beautiful mind, and it needs the care that most people don't...seem to want to acknowledge." Her words made you try to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

She takes a deep breath in, sighing out as she leaned back. "Do you wanna know what I think?" Her blue eyes caught on yours once again. Her fingers were splayed out on your back, but not gripping the fabric like you were with her shirt. You were waiting. She was willing to give it all to you. The perspective she had, and the tenderness in her care.

"I think...that you love the quieter, and simpler moments," she whispered, her free hand pushing back some of your hair. "And I think thats...perfect already, for who you are." A gentle touch was felt when her hand goes back down, resting on your knee.

You couldn't help it. Her voice was reaching out easily to you, and through the battle of your mind, it was all going down already. But in the moment, you looked down, finding her palm to trace the light lines upon it.

She tilts her head, a small smile curving her lips when she noticed, but she continues. "...I know your brain might not like it, and it might fight with it just because you think you should like more entertaining things...but sweetheart, your heart is already content with comfort, and definitely prefers it a whole lot more."

You bit your lip, but didn't do any damage this time, your hand turning into a loose fist against her palm. "But I don't wanna be careful." She felt the brush of your knuckles, and her hand simply held it, embracing in the language of hands. A hug, without arms wrapped around bodies.

"I know...but thats what you need," she whispered back, glancing to your hand, and she unfurls your fingers to slip hers through, intertwining, before looking back at you to keep eye contact again.

"Thats what you deserve. Gentleness. Care. And why would I ever want you to be left feeling overwhelmed?" she asked. yoirs shoulders went down slightly in defeat of your body.

Her face softens. "It's not fun when you see me being overwhelmed over work, right?" Your brain clicked in her point, and there was that look of realization that she's been trying to reach.

"No..." your voice was small, but either way, she still heard it, and saw the way your lips moved in admittance, which had her breathing out in gentle relief.

"Exactly, baby," she murmured, leaning in close so she could brush your noses in a gentle nuzzle for making it through the hard part.

You didn't want to say it, add in another thing, but it bubbled up your throat to go past your lips. "...But...I...I just...ruin it for you when we do go to parties."

Her look didn't contain any frustration, or anger at the added in worry, but just more worry and affection instead. She shook her head gently, insistently almost, and her eyes were sweet in love and care.

"I know you can get overwhelmed really easily. Okay? But listen, you could never. ruin. a single. thing." Your lips were parting to speak up, but her finger gently stopped you before you could.

"I'm not done, shhh..." You giggled, just ever so slightly, and her heart lightened at the small sound of joy. "You're my whole...entire world. Above anything else, you're my priority."

"It doesn't matter if you feel like you wanna cry, or hide away, or just have some spot to sit at. You can have all that, and I'll always be here to hold your hand, or to just hold you exactly like this," she says, having brought you up to her chest all over again, even tighter this time, feeling like a teddy bear hugging you.

She kissed the top of your head. "You deserve a break whenever you need it, baby. It doesn't make you any less of a human being. In fact it only makes you more, okay? Because yes, of course, some of these people can go through these parties somehow, and I can too, but it doesn't mean I haven't gotten overwhelmed myself either."

She was going into a ramble of her own really, but you simply listened, in admiration, and trying to get it all engraved in your mind.

A sigh left her lips as she caught her breath for a moment. "It's something thats...normal. It doesn't seem like it, and for some reason other people don't think it is. But...everyone always has their own levels of sensitivities to certain things."

You leaned into her more, burying your face into her chest, and finding home somewhere near her collarbone, steady with the feel of her heartbeat.

She rests her cheek against your hair, nearly squishing herself against you as her fingers trailed down your spine. "...We don't have to go to parties...you know? There's other things we could do."

"Like us, cuddling right now...there's no need for all the...loud and fun thingies," she murmured, giving a small squeeze, and you let out a small giggle at the end of her sentence.

She joined in with a small smile and a chuckle herself, nuzzling into your neck, but pulling back afterwards. Her hands go up to cup your face, holding you like you were something precious.

"I...see you as the most...kind, loving soul...and thats exactly why I love you," she whispered. Your eyes reflected the absolute affection that she had in hers.

"I also love that side of you that needs the special care it craves, and I want to give it the gentleness it deserves." Now you know why you fell for her in the first place. Her absolute adorable way of loving you, and her need to reaffirm that one thought in her mind that seemed to always linger.

"...Thank you..." you said it under your breath, your words faltering slightly in the midst of an emotional burst your heart just got from whatever magic she put.

"I love you so much." You leaned into her, mumbling, and nuzzling into her hands that held your face.

She giggled, about to practically melt at the sight and the soft touch. She goes closer, brushing her lips first before capturing you into a sweet kiss. "...I love you too."

It lingers, even as you both pull away, and her hands slip to go loosely by the nape of your neck. You could still feel the warmth and softness of her lips.

She looked into your eyes. Not analyzing, not searching, just seeing the shine in them that she always loved to see whenever you were in moments like this.

"You know what?" she says suddenly. You gazed, curiosity striking up to fill your senses at her change of tone for a possible idea.

"We can do something better. Better than...partying, or hanging out with random people, friends of friends. We can have our own fun, sweetheart." A smile was growing on her face, getting bigger and showing her cute teeth with one that had gotten chipped just the smallest bit. She was planning on getting it fixed. You remember.

When you reel your mind back from the distraction so you could sink back into reality, you hear the last of her sentence; "And it doesn't even have to be anything crazy, it can still be fun even with some calmness."

You raised your eyebrows, in question of what exactly she had in mind, and she grinned.

"So...how about...we get off of this couch...and go to our room, and play some Minecraft with you sitting right in my lap? So I can cuddle and kiss you without leaning over to my side..." she suggests, and if the idea of the scene wasn't enough for her, the way your face lit up at it was even more of a love attack to her heart.

Then, you looked down to the cat beside you both, who's either been listening in on the conversation, or napping. "Can we bring Meredith...?"

She giggles wholeheartedly, her head gently tilting as she did. "Yes, we can bring Meredith, baby..."

You silently cheered on the inside, the big smile on your face showing it all as you carefully picked the cat up and stood, bringing Taylor with you by your other hand.

She didn't mind it at all, and loved how fast you agreed to simply play a video game with her.

Your shared footsteps on the wooden flooring was gentle, albeit with some creaks sounding out, it only showed that the house was lived in by the two of you.

As soon as you arrived, you carefully hand Meredith over to Taylor, who blinked, having taken her from you out of instinct. But she saw the excitement visible from you.

She watched you with affection in her gaze, and moved to sit down on the bed, getting comfortable by the center of the pillows, and set down Meredith beside her.

You turned on the tv with the remote, then grabbed the controllers for both of you, and you soon joined her on the bed.

The console turned on with a gentle beep once you pressed the main button on your controller, and you leaned into Taylor with a soft sigh.

She tilted her head, but then smiled as she gently pulled you in, bringing you up to settle in her lap, and your lips parted in surprise.

Then a small, light blush overtook you as you glanced at her over your shoulder. She stifled a small giggle, having kept her promise from earlier that you had either forgotten, or hesitated on accepting.

You decided to have Meredith in your lap too, practically looking like some three layer cake stacked on each other. Taylor smiled widely, reaching over to hold you, and at times petting Meredith.

You went through the games on the homescreen before eventually finding Minecraft, just like she suggested, and you leaned your back against her front as the game loaded up.

She connected her own controller, feeling the textured joysticks and getting herself familiar to the controls again.

Once you've made a new world, you used the splitscreen mode so she could join, and you soon saw her character ingame.

She had a skin that looked exactly like her, although wearing overalls, and shoes that matched your skin's.

You both started gathering wood, and all the materials needed for a house when you found a beautiful little spot for it. Of course, not forgetting to grab beds for the mobs spawning in the nighttime.

It was all going well, and you even had a nether ruin portal nearby with only one block missing, which was in the chest. An easy access to the underworld.

You had adventured out a little, finding biomes all around and collecting different types of wood for the house until you were content. There were villages with cats that Taylor was already taming, and a swamp with a witch's hut.

You were up tall on the walls of your shared house as you built, carefully crouching your character, and Taylor was sorting out the items in the chest.

She had already told you that she was planning on going mining when she spots something out the front of your home.

"Oh my god, baby, look," she urged, having stopped on her journey out as she heard a sound and looked up.

You hummed, turning your view to where Taylor was looking ingame, then blinked at the sight. "When did we have a frog here?" you asked, seeing it making itself home right at the path of your house.

"I think you left it, from when you were going to make that farm thing?" She responded in question, unsure as she was trying to remember back from the hour before.

The random situation clicked in your brain, and you relaxed into her. "Ohhh...right, to get the froglight blocks...oops."

"The frog kinda took froglights too literally..." Taylor mumbled gently, as the frog was standing atop the lamppost you had done together. It looked all high and mighty, and you laughed.

She giggled softly too, and that made the cat in your lap open its eyes in curiosity of the slight shaking. Or, it thought you two were purring cats of your own.

"Okay, I'm gonna go mining now..." Taylor murmured, continuing to walk away, and you took a peek.

"Stay safe, baby," you noted, continuing your building as you do. There were meows within the game, and that had Meredith staring at the screen.

Taylor leaned forward, giving a soft kiss to the side of your head. "Love you," she whispered. You flushed gently, feeling your shoulders go ever so slightly upwards at the sudden affection.

"Love you too...and I'm still right next to you. You're not going mining in real life," you said to her, looking at her eyes. They had their corners crinkled, adorably mixed in with her nose scrunched up too.

"I know, I just wanted to kiss you." She leaned in closer. You had an even wider smile than before, giggling as you meet her in a sweet kiss upon the lips.

When you pulled away, she rested her chin on your shoulder, adorable and comfortable there. You both had gone on to your own tasks, and a quiet peacefulness settled in the atmosphere.

She was travelling the dark caves until—"Oh my god!!?" she exclaimed. Your eyes went to her side of the screen, and a large gasp came from your mouth as you saw her getting blown up by a creeper.

The death message came up, and you blinked at first, but then bursted into fits of giggles, laughter sparkling up the area and her heart like none other.

She joined in giggling beside you, all while pressing respawn to go quickly retrieve her stuff back before it could disappear.

"Gosh, these creepers..." she murmured out softly, sighing as she tries to make her way back to whichever cave she let herself wander into.

You heard another explosion, but nearby the house this time, which could only mean that she had gotten another creeper attack.

You had to resist from laughing again as you saw her staring up at you in the game, catching your gaze. Somehow she hadn't died. "Baby...are you okay??"

"Yeah! Yes...just...I have a creeper curse now. Which is great, exactly what I wanted for mining...three of them jumped from behind me!" she says, rambling slightly.

"Light up the place more, sweetheart. And get a shield, if you haven't..." You let one of your hands trail down to her arm to give a comforting rub, and she pouted.

"I have...they just come out of nowhere!" You could see the shape of her lips in the corner of your eye, above your shoulder still, and you couldn't hold back a smile.

"Well...they are called creepers..." you whispered, the old pun within the sentence being very obvious, and she laughed softly once again. "Shush..."

Little gentle sounds played as she picked up her items again, getting them secured into her inventory. "Our iron and diamonds are safe, thankfully."

You cheered gently, and finished up the last of the house you were building. She was coming back, running across the grass and grabbing some food for the both of you in the midst of it.

Once she arrived, she saw the house that you've been working on, and stayed admiring it for a moment. "That house looks beautiful, baby," she whispered near your ear.

You smiled softly, feeling your heart warm up at her compliment. "Thank you...I need some good boots though, I keep falling."

She gave a soft kiss somewhere on your skin. "Yes, you love falling while building. I'll get you some. Enchanted too, maybe..." she murmured, trailing off. She was wanting to give you the best of gifts, and you had to catch your heart from entirely bursting.

By the hours that passed, and a mealtime going by too, you two soon had the tv off, bodies in comfy clothing, and you were settling into bed for the night.

You went in first, getting comfortable on the soft mattress. Taylor joins in slowly behind you, laying down on her side of the pillows, even if it didn't matter, since you both would always get in each other's sides, cuddling.

Her arms circled themselves around your waist, and she pulls you closer. You turned around so you could see her.

It was gentle as you leaned in, breathing in her scent and burrowing yourself into her. She felt that fuzzy, gentle feeling within her, her nose brushing against your hair in the meanwhile.

With a breath, you adjusted yourself more, deciding to rest your cheek against her chest. For a bit, you tilt your head up to catch her gaze down on you, and you search her eyes with carefulness. "...Do you know how much I appreciate you?"

A smile grew upon her lips, and she moved to intertwine your legs below. "Maybe now I do...but I kind of see it every day. When you kiss me...or look into my eyes..." she whispered.

This was as close as you could possibly be with her, all warm and snuggled up. She then went to give your nose a small, tiny little boop. "And I'm just as grateful to have you, sweetheart..."

Your heart was full of what the sunshine would feel like in the mornings, and you took in the moment, simply going quiet again and cuddling.

It was the time to fall to slumber. Definitely. But you were only blinking, eyes open, and even if you let them fall to a close, it would be pointless. A staring contest with the darkness without drifting away.

And so, a gentle sigh escapes you. "Tay..." you whispered, and that made you have her loving attention once more.

"Mmn?" she responded, having been gently running her hands through your hair. The cats weren't in bed this time around. It was just you, and her, and nothing else.

"...I dunno if I can sleep," you murmured, looking up at her once more. There was just that second of admiring her, to feel the rise and falls of her chest for just a bit.

She hums softly in thought, hands mindlessly gliding down to your arm. "What do you wanna do then?"

"...Sleep..." you responded back, in that sleepy tone she loved. She giggled, hugging you closer. "I know, baby. I mean, do you wanna...watch a movie...talk...or...?"

"Mmn." You gently squished your cheek against her slightly, and Taylor could feel the small pressure on her chest.

Then, you breathed in softly. "Can you...um...will yooouu..." your word was elongated in both hesitation and trying to find the right way of saying it, fingers fiddling with the fabric of her shirt.

She waits patiently, her lip caught in her teeth ever so gently, and there was a small raise in her brows.

You took a deeper breath next. "Can you maybe, sing to me? Maybe?" the words spilt out soon enough, and Taylor gazed down at you to see the glimmer in your eyes that had hopes and nerves.

"You don't have to, its just..." you shook your head, a sigh escaping as you hug her closer again.

She goes to gently pause you before you could speak any further. "Baby...of course I'll sing for you," she easily said.

"Do you know how cute you are?" Taylor whispered, stifling a small, sweet laugh, and a warm blush was making its way up your cheeks.

She shifted slightly to get more comfortable, her cheek against the pillow while parts of her skin also brushed against your hair still. "Mmn...what are some lullabies I know of..."

You waited patiently, not wanting to push, but also hoping for one thing. Just one special thing.

The air in the room was gentle, and it was quiet. Only the AC had a small noise, and her breaths were right next to you.

Then, she smiles, giving you that softest, most comforting look that she always had. She didn't take long. A starting was slowly coming around, and her humming rose up quietly in the hushed room.

"...I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go." she whispered, the gentle melody in her voice following along.

She had her hands moving gently, fingers going to thread through your hair like it was her second nature to do, and most times, it was.

"When all those shadows almost killed your light..."

"I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone'..."

"But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight." You could hear her heartbeat to where you were at her chest, and it was matching in tenderness of the music.

"Just close your eyes..." She went to have her hand hovering right above your forehead, gliding down gently to make you close your eyes, and you giggled. It made her falter her singing slightly to join you in a small, quiet chuckle, but she continues.

"The sun is going down...you'll be alright." You nuzzle more into her, letting out a sigh in relief. Her hand travels to your back, and she sneaks in a sweet kiss to your forehead with her very own nuzzle.

"No one can hurt you now."

"Come morning light..."

"You and I'll be safe...and...sound." Once the chorus goes down, her voice goes back down to a hum, and it was working. The drowsiness was settling in.

"Don't you dare look out your window, darlin', everything's on fire..."

"The war outside our door keeps ragin' on..."

"Hold on to this lullaby." You could feel your eyes starting to get droopy, and it was getting difficult to keep yourself awake just to hear her sing.

But by the time you closed your eyes again, there was no resisting in surrendering yourself over to the peaceful slumber.

"Even when the music's gone..." She looks down, a small raise of affection in her lips as she notices. "Gone..."

Then, she starts humming softly, following the gentle melody she remembers from the many times she's played it, both to you, to an audience, and when she first produced the song. But the most points that had gotten the record on that song, was you. And she adored it just as much as you did.

She does so until she decides its long enough of a melody for your mind to be at peace, and your gentle expressions showed so.

Only her breaths sounded out next, and she was closing her eyes, too. She was content with being intertwined with you, feeling your body's warmth like the light of the sun.

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Can I please request a fic with Taylor swift x fem!reader where they are in a PR relationship and reader is a really big actress and in her late twenties and she’s an introvert and likes to build legos and play Mario cart and she’s a big softie and incredibly sweet but the catch is Taylor and her friends don’t really like the reader whenever she has to hangout with them they always ignore her and make her feel uncomfortable and unwanted between them and one day she goes live on instagram or TikTok and she’s building a Lego with her fans it’s something that she does a lot and the Lego just happens to be a lovers house one to support Taylor and the fans just go crazy meanwhile Taylor is with her friends and they are talking about how the reader is annoying and weird and always quiet and then one of them mentions how the reader is live now so they get on to spy on her and they realize how nice and cute the reader is and someone in the comments asks the reader about Taylor and she starts gushing about Taylor with a love struck smile on her face because she secretly likes Taylor and wants to pursue her for real and then later on they start treating the reader better and they go on real dates together and it’s just fluff. Sorry this is long you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to I just had this idea for a long time and wanted to share it but if you do end up writing it can you make it with as much details and events as possible. Thank you so much

note: this is such a cute idea!! it’s fairly different because i changed it up a bit to make it easier to write. thanks for the request! not proofread.

IT’S LIKE I’M WASTING YOUR HONOR

pairing: taylor swift x fem!reader

warnings: taylor coming to her senses, sad but amazing folklore song

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to say you were in love with your PR girlfriend was an understatement. you knew it the from the moment you had met her and heard her laugh at a corny joke that slipped from your nervous lips. taylor had been incredibly kind to you and had seemed to notice things others had never thought to mention to you. you were doomed.

you two began a PR relationship for many reasons, the number one being that it would help taylor’s prideful content reach further to others who were part of the lgbtq+ community.

now obviously you knew taylor wasn’t as in love with you as you were her; or if she even really loved you at all. but you didn’t let that stop you. after all, you two were supposed to act madly in love anyway.

so now you sit here on live building a lover house lego set that the company sent you two. taylor left four hours ago to go spend some time with her model friends and you had simply kissed her on the cheek and wished her a good time as she left.

your eyes scan the comments that speed past and you catch onto one of them in particular. “does taylor show you her song writing process?” you read aloud the comment.

you think about the question for a moment, trying to figure out what you can reveal on live without getting a call from tree. you weigh your options and decide fuck it. with a smile you answer, “sometimes she does. it’s mostly after we’ve had a few glasses of wine that she sings to me. half of the songs i hear on guitar or piano end up scrapped in her notebook.”

you look down at your lego set and continue placing pieces together, all while continuing to ramble on. you try to fight the smile spreading across your face but the intense emotions at the thought of the blonde invade your mind like a thick smoke.

“it’s sometimes sad to hear songs get scrapped because they end up being my favorites.” you admit. “she’s just so talented and i love being able to see her grow as a person.”

a week later

it’s been a week since you gushed about taylor on instagram live. the repercussions ended in the internet going insane over your guy’s relationship and calling you two perfect for each other.

taylor had been acting different lately and the thought of her being upset over the live made you feel worried. what if she completely disliked that?

but as you sit in front of the brick fireplace with two wine glasses in front of you and taylor’s cats curled into the side of your criss-crossed legs — you let all those worries slip away.

taylor sits beside you, her body shifted towards you slightly. her fingers pluck at each string as she adjusts them to perfect tuning. the only light in the room elicits from the crackling fire contained in the fire place.

taylor looks up from her guitar to smile shyly at you, “this is a song i wrote last night, so it’s not perfect but i hope you like it.”

you tilt your head as you pet the cats beside you. taylor looks back down at her guitar and clears her throat, plucking at the soft chords before softly singing. “our coming of age has come and gone. suddenly the summer, it’s clear. i never had the courage of my convictions. as long as danger is near.”

you listen intently with a soft smile, watching her fingers skillfully move across the wood guitar with perfected ease.

“i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm. if your cascade ocean wave blues come. all these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret.” she sings out, looking you right in the eyes for those specific lyrics.

she suddenly stops playing and swallows, looking at you with anticipation. you breath in as you take in the moment, analyzing the lyrics she just sang to you.

“those last lyrics are… something.” you breath out with a small nervous laugh.

taylor lets out a small chuckle and softens her gaze on you, “it’s true though. i’ve thought about my feelings for the past week.” she starts. “about my feelings for you specifically. this whole thing started for the public but getting to know you and experiencing your kindness has made me fall in love.”

your eyebrows raise slightly but you stay silent, letting her continue. “i want to be able to love you behind the cameras and public. and a part of me thinks you want that too.” she finishes.

with a smile gracing your lips you giggle, “taylor i’ve been in love with you since we started this stupid PR relationship.”

taylor lets out a breath of relief and sets the guitar aside. “well, that’s great news. if you rejected me i probably would’ve shit my pants.”

you bark out a laugh and lean forward, your face just inches away from hers. you glance from her pale blue eyes to her soft plump lips that you’ve only had the pleasure of kissing twice in front of paparazzi. “well, are you gonna kiss me for real or should i call some paparazzi to come get content?” you joke.

taylor rolls her eyes, “shut up you dork.”

and with that she kisses you softly but passionately. you hum and you lean in further, resting your hands on her thighs. she grabs onto the back of your head to get better control.

before you can protest she lifts you to straddle her as she lays back against the soft rug. she pulls away from the kiss and looks up at you with complete and utter love in her eyes.

you bite your lip to contain obnoxious giggles and glance over at the curled up cats. you glance back to taylor who looks over feature on your face. “let’s get to bed, tay.”

she nods and lets you drag her to bed where you fall asleep in each others arms for the first time in your 1 year relationship.

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