#taylor swift fluff

[dawnoftime22]

a late date.

| T.S

Warnings: None!

Summary: After a day at the studio, Taylor decides to surprise you with something special, and you spent countless hours making conversation with her.

Word Count: 4.8k

Category: Fluff!

A/N: I was deeefinitely stuck on this fic idea for a while, but you can thank wonderful @dcfanficsgallore for giving me a beautiful written beginning to start with, or I probably wouldn't have finished this at all :]

thank you very much, I was basically stuck with writer's block and I'm probably gonna take a break for a bit<3 of course I'm okay though

| Started on 13/03/2025, 12:57 PM |

| Finished on 17/03/2025, 2:03 PM |

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"everything I do is just for you."

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As Taylor took a deep breath in, and let it go slowly, she was driving carefully, going through the road with ease.

The night was quiet, and there wasn't much traffic, but Taylor was driving home at a late hour, since her work in the studio had kept her busy all day.

A small yawn left her lips, and her eyes were half open in tiredness. Fatigue could be felt in her entire body, but there was one thing on her mind.

She couldn't wait to be back home, right in your arms again.

The car’s AC found land on her skin, giving her the temperature that was different from the freezing studio she was in. As much as it helped her from letting the adrenaline get too much, she preferred the gentle breeze in her car.

She couldn't help the smile that rose on her lips as her mind drifted off to you. You were probably sitting at home, re-watching one of your favorite films while cooking, or relaxing doing a hobby. She had the feeling that you were both tired of not seeing each other through the day, as her work demanded nearly every part of her being to be present. All, except the part of her that mostly only exists with you.

When she's cuddling you, or giving all the love in her heart. Even just sitting there, being with you. That's when she feels the most fulfilled. She could think she hasn't made 'the best album in the entire world', or having her doubts and fears, but you were right there to keep her steady.

Yet unfortunately, as of late, she didn’t have enough time to give you the attention she wanted, and it was something that she knew you deserved well of.

Soon, her mind wandered to the new restaurant that had opened. The idea of it seemed to perk her up more to focus on the streets, and she checks her watch. The time showed that it wasn't too late to make a small detour, so she turns on her blinker, making a turn.

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It was quiet within the house, a peaceful atmosphere as you cleaned up the kitchen, wiping down the counters and making sure you've washed all the utensils.

The sun had already set, so you just finished eating dinner. With a sigh, you went to pick up your phone, unlocking the screen to browse your apps.

You were too in your head to have noticed that the front door had opened, where Taylor had come home after so long.

The blonde gently closes the door, stepping to the side to put her key on the hook, the small rattling giving away the quietest noise.

She starts to smile softly as she walked further into the house, seeing you right there, standing under the gentle kitchen light. You had been living together for a while, but even seeing you just being there, doing nothing but being in the home that you shared together— She thanked the heavens that her life was like this.

Her steps were light as she made her way towards you, and once she was there, her arms gently wrapped around your waist. You jumped and turned your head instantly, but you breathed out a sigh of relief when you noticed it was her.

She giggled softly, having no intentions to make you so surprised, but you felt her nuzzle into the back of your neck. "Hi, darling..." she whispered, pressing the softest kiss at your skin.

Although you were indeed not expecting her, you were starting to feel the the weight of everything melt off your shoulders, causing you to lean back into her front, closing your eyes with a breath.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to scare you." She made sure to keep her voice low in volume, not wanting to disturb your peaceful atmosphere more than she could have already did. Then, she moved to rest her chin atop your shoulder, peeking over.

You took a deep breath in to compose yourself, letting your free hand move down to rest atop hers. "Hi, sweetheart..." you whispered softly back.

A gentle shake of your head goes by to dismiss her apology, and you added in some more worfs to reassure her. "It's okay...I was wondering when you'd come home."

She smiles softly, and her eyes travels over to your phone you still had on. It was on the messaging app, and on the screen, it was the DM that you two use in order to talk and check up on each other.

Her heart skipped a beat, realizing you were just about to text her before you even knew she was home. You turned your head a little more, giving a soft kiss to her cheek.

She felt her eyes being searched by you. You could see the tiredness in her, and her eyelids looked like they were lowering down.

"You look sleepy..." The soft gaze you just had eventually turned into small concern, and you reach up to place your hand on where your lips just were.

She shook her head gently. "I'm okay...just happy I'm with you again," she whispered, using the crook of your neck as basically her cozy little place.

A warm smile spreads across your face, the love in your eyes undeniable as the kitchen stayed in that quiet, peaceful atmosphere.

Your hand glides down to hold hers again, giving it a small squeeze to let her know you were there. "How was work, baby?" you whispered.

The way your gentle voice goes to her ears only made her melt even more against your back. She had to tighten her arms around you to keep you safely close to her. "It was less tiring than usual. I just had to sort out some merch stuff and do a photoshoot," she mumbled softly.

You raised your eyebrows at her words. "A photoshoot? We haven't gotten that in a while...can't wait for it." Slowly, you turned around, putting your hands down to her waist. She smiles softly, seeing your face in its entirety all for her to find beauty in for once.

"And merch. You'll love it, I promise." she repeats, gently putting your focus on another as she traces her finger down your eyebrow and to the edge of your eyeline. You were almost getting completely distracted from the conversation you were having.

"As long as its something I find interesting..." you murmured softly, which made her raise her eyebrows. You had to hold back a giggle, tightening your fingers on her hands.

"I'm kidding. I'm sure I'll love anything that you make, baby," you reassured her, making sure she knew it was simply a small joke. She shook her head, smiling softly.

"How was your day?" she asks, going closer to have her lips drift off to your jaw. You couldn't help but smile, deciding on tilting your head to give her a bit more access.

"It was good...mostly rest, loitering around...some hours on my hobbies," you replied, burying yourself into her hair. You could smell her perfume, sweet and gentle on the nose.

Her expressions soften, and she leaned back to see you once kore. "Sounds like a day that I wished I spent with you," she spoke quietly. Her words were in a somewhat longing manner, and those blue eyes of hers were going down to stare at the bow of your lips.

The corners of your lips raised into a warm smile, and you gave her the kiss that she certainly seemed like she needed. "We'll get it sometime, sweetheart."

She instantly leaned into it, returning the kiss for a short moment. Her lips mirrored yours, and she pulls you closer.

"Yeah...it's nearly time for my break, so we'll be able to do whatever we want soon," she whispered against you, her hand cupping the nape of your neck.

She was urging you to part your lips, and you obliged, closing your eyes to further feel the way she fit against you like a perfect puzzle piece.

It lasted only a second too less, and you nearly chased her when she pulled back, getting a small chuckle out of her. She was searching your eyes for a moment.

"Baby...I have to ask," Taylor starts softly, resting her arms side by side on your shoulders, rounded to the back of your neck. You both were still super close, and the eye contact only made your heart drum in your senses.

"Yeah...?" you whispered under your breath. The warmth only to her face, and she was beginning to smile cheekily.

"Did you make cookies without me?" Taylor finally says. You blinked, but then a giggle came out of you.

"How'd you know, you detective?" you only answered her back with a question of your own, which only confirmed her suspicions, although the boop she felt on her nose caught her off guard.

She shook off the sudden love attack and giggled herself. "The smell. It's heavenly in the kitchen, and you definitely smell like cookies," she whispered, nuzzling into your cheek to breathe in the scent.

"I mean, unless you're somehow wearing a perfume or something that smells like cookies, baby, it's still amazing." Both of your chests were shaking with quiet laughs, and you embraced her closely.

"You know...it was supposed to be a surprise. Something for you," you said, hinting off to exactly what your idea was.

She instantly leans back, perking up. "You made cookies as a surprise?" Her eyes searched yours, as if trying to find the truth and magically read your mind.

This time, your face had a wide smile spread out. "Mmnhmn..." You were nodding gently, having that look that always made her heart melt in her chest.

You let your teeth sink into your lips, your hand tracing a path down to eventually fiddle with her shirt. "I know you love baking with me, but...I thought it'd be nice for us to maybe enjoy it while watching a movie...or something? Especially since it looks like you've been more and more tired lately."

All she could do was gaze at you. "Besides, we have the other cookie recipes we've always wanted to do." You shrugged, trying to also comfort her that you both could still spend time baking together nonetheless.

And finally, she spoke again, her own smile as wide as yours were as she goes to give you an eskimo kiss. "You're so sweet, you know that?"

You were blushing at her compliment, having your eyes travel slightly away. She was practically about to squeeze your entire being for being so cute. "You know, all of that aside...you're home a little later than usual today," you pointed out gently.

She hums at your quick change, but goes along with the mention of her timing. "Mmmn...well…you know, I had some things I needed to plan too," she starts, going to gently brush her fingers down a strand of your hair.

You raised an eyebrow, finding her own change to being secretive, skeptical. "Can I ask what those...'things'...were?" The feel of her hands in your hair were definitely something to suspect, but your lips tugged into a smirk.

Her eyes glinted with a hint of mischief, but she gave a soft smile to make up for the shadow of her secret. “Well, why don’t you go dress up all nice, and we can see?"

You squinted your eyes, but gave a slow nod. “Okay...and are you already dressed or...?” You asked, noticing that she was still in the same clothes as she was this morning, where she went out for work.

Taylor breathed out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “No, sweetheart. I’ll shower and get dressed too. Just...make sure to look nice. Although for you, I don't think it'll be hard.” She added in a wink, making your heart skip a beat or more.

You felt the blood rushing warmer through your cheeks, but you looked away from her, thinking you'll absolutely faint if you stare any longer. "Okay, I’ll get ready then."

"Good. I'll be in the shower then, hm?" she says. You nod in response, watching her go to your shared bedroom and leaving you flustered in thought and curiosity before you soon follow along behind her.

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Once you were both ready, Taylor got the car keys and went out the front door, making sure to lock it carefully. After it, she turns back around to see you standing by the car.

She looks over your appearance, and begins making herself walk over to you, having that lovestruck look. "You look perfect, baby." she whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek before unlocking the car.

"Says the prettiest human in this entire world," you complimented back, making her chuckle. She went around the car to open the door, going in with you.

You settled into the passenger seat, gently pulling on the seatbelt to buckle it in. As soon as the engines turned on, the car's small indicator lights brightened the text on the buttons, so you could see them clearly through the darkness.

Taylor starts to drive slowly, putting the car in gear so she could back out the driveway. You could see a random cat being surprised when she turned on the headlights, it running away and disappearing somewhere off between the houses.

"Sorry, kitty..." Taylor murmured softly— apologetically, as if it could hear her, and a small smile grew on your lips.

"At least it had some kind of light to see in the dark," you reasoned softly, relaxing in your seat to make sure you had your phone in your pocket.

The car was finally in the main road, and Taylor brings the car down the neighbourhood to start the journey. "They have night vision, you know. I almost blinded it and surprised it basically," she said.

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you at her concern, although going to gently take her hand that was on her thigh, intertwining your fingers with it to give her a reassuring squeeze.

"The cat will be okay," you whispered. She glances to you with a smile raising, then focuses back to the roads.

The night was quiet, and peaceful. Orange streetlights blurred past your window as you looked out. You kept your hands in hers, and occasionally caressed her skin with your thumb.

Taylor made gentle turns on the road that you almost couldn't tell were familiar or not. You could see she was going to the city, but it wasn't the usual path.

Sounds of the car wheels against the asphalt road filled the silence. You reached out your free hand to the digital screen, traveling it away to the music category.

A warm smile was playing on Taylor's lips as she saw you trying to change the atmosphere a little, and she let you. What made her heart swell further though, was the fact that you put on 'September', and it was the one that she made a cover of. Then, you queued the calm playlist, one that you both designed for such situations like this; a quiet drive in the night together.

The car was lighter, and comfort was in the air, radiating from the two of you as she drove. You tried to stay quiet the best you could, being patient for the surprise, but it wasn't long until you spoke up.

"...Where are we going?" you questioned with a soft tone, your chin resting on the palm of your hand as you glanced at her.

She hid a small smile, raising your intertwined hands to leave a kiss your knuckles. "You'll see," she whispered calmly.

You shook your head with a gentle look on your face, knowing full well she won't share whatever she has up her sleeve, so instead, you try to listen to the music in the car, and relish in the way her own thumb was brushing against your skin now.

The longer the minutes go by, you were starting to get bored, and it was getting late. You try to pull your hand back to yourself, but she kept it close to her body like it was hers.

You had to stifle a laugh, struggling slightly to grab your phone out the pocket of your jeans.

Then, you give up and decide to just sit there, a breath leaving you. "Are we getting any closer...?" you whispered softly into the silent air aside from the music.

She hums softly. "Almost..." She was being nearly unfair by this point, and you leaned your head against the edge of the seat.

Taylor's eyes flicker to you, and she smiled softly, noticing the small pout. "We're only a few minutes away, baby...I know you're getting tired, but hang on."

You searched her eyes. "Are you gonna give me any clues on where we're going at least?"

She thought about it for a long moment, trying to figure whether she should just reveal it to you or not. "Well...you made me cookies as a surprise, right...?" she says.

You stared at her, gazing her profile from the side. It had passing streetlights illuminating her cheeks, and showing her little features. "Yeah?"

"I thought that I'd bring you somewhere, with a special occasion that we haven't done in a while." You went through your own thoughts, lingering on her words. Arcade? No, she would have gone to the mall. Ice cream? Too late in the night. Movies?--

"We're here," Taylor said. Too lost in your thinking, you hadn't realized that you were already in a parking space, and you could see through the front window, there was a dimly lit restaurant.

"At a...restaurant?" you spoke questionably. But Taylor had already gotten out the car after turning off the engine, which made you blink at her quick exit.

Before you could even touch the door handle, it slowly opens, and you were met with an endearing smile from your lovely girlfriend.

You blushed, but got out the car with her humble help. Once she closed the door and locked the car, you naturally slipped your hand into hers.

She held it, keeping you close to her as you both went to the restaurant. "...You know its like...11 pm, right?" You said, making Taylor glance at you.

"I know," she whispers, gently bringing you with her as you walked together, the gravel underneath your shoes making sound.

You felt excitement starting to run through your veins, realizing exactly what she was planning. The restaurant, and the quietness of the place.

"...So then...wouldn't this restaurant be closing soon?" you wondered, thinking of how exactly you two would get any time to eat peacefully.

She reassured you, giving your hand a small squeeze. "It's okay, I sorted it out already," she whispers.

You wished she explained more on what exactly she did, but you trusted her enough to go walk into the restaurant.

It was completely empty aside from the staff loitering around, and some still calmly cleaning the leftover tables.

The place seemed...peaceful, and the waiter had led you to your table; a place where the window had the view of the city.

Skyscrapers of offices, layers high, and buildings were still alit in the darkness of the night. You could see all the bright billboards and ads too, but they thankfully didn't ruin the view at all.

The table already had menus set with a reserved sign that the waiter gently took away for you to have more space.

You sat down with Taylor, and instantly, you could feel how extremely comfy the seat was. You almost wanted to melt against it and sleep, but instead, you leaned forward, gazing at Taylor with a knowing look on your face.

"...So basically...you wanted to bring me on a date?" You asked cheekily, making her eyes brighten at your realization.

She smiled radiantly, and tilted her head. "Surprise," her lips whispered out with a melodic note.

"You like it?" she asks, steadily fast in adding the question, both wanting to know your thoughts and anxious over if it was the right place.

You looked around, taking in the empty tables and calm staff. The lights weren't bright to sensitive eyes, and the music wasn't loud. "Its cozy...but what'd you do?" you murmured.

Taylor grins, looking down to the table with a blush tinting her face. "...I...booked our place for the close time, but made sure to have them open longer, and empty it out first."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise at such a request she did towards a restaurant like this— it having that in between fancy, and the normal cozy, cafe-like atmosphere. "Really?"

She nods gently, gazing at your eyes. It spoke a million emotions and words that you both understood but also couldn't decipher.

"You booked this place just for us to have?" you said, searching for confirmation. She was looking down like the sweetest shy thing you've ever seen, as if she wasn't the one who set this up.

"I didn't want to have eyes on our date after so long." Her voice was quiet, but it meant everything, and spoken from her heart. It was true to what her mind's gone through countless times.

"You really are the best thing in this whole entire world," you whispered under your breath, in disbelief of her full melting love.

Soon, you took a deep breath in and opened up the menu that was already on your tables, Taylor doing the same after a moment of gazing at you.

A gentle sound of glasses clinking was somewhere in the restaurant; the waitress finishing up with picking up the last of the tableware left by the previous few guests.

You look back to Taylor, seeing her concentration as she looks through the list of foods. "Are the staff okay with it...? Working overtime, I mean."

Taylor's expression turn grateful as she looks at you, and she nods. "Don't worry. I made sure to tell them that anyone who wants to go home can, or if they don't want to go through with the plan at all, they can do that too." She paused to take a gentle breath in, turning her head slightly.

"But they accepted happily. Some of them like my music too...I think," she says, as she eyes a teenage girl by the kitchen, seeing her eyes widen slightly at the gaze.

You follow the direction Taylor was looking at as she gave a small wave. The girl almost froze before giving a wave back. Certainly a fan, or she knew of the popularity your girlfriend had.

Taylor returns her gaze back to you, and even if you wanted to linger on your thoughts, the blonde was absolutely finding each and every one of your features to admire under her starry eyes.

"Seems like both sides win then..." you whispered, trying to not focus on your heated cheeks as your eyes went back to the menu.

She smiled wider, but going to read the words on the book too, knowing all too well she had you captured with her heart in the best ways.

You both decide on your own food and drinks later on, and once Taylor confirms you were done, she calls up the waitress.

She comes up to your table right away, holding a notepad in her hands with a pen, ready to write down your orders.

You smiled softly, looking down to make sure you have the right choice. "Can I have the mac and cheese, please?" you told her.

The waitress nods, then turns to Taylor. "Of course. And...you?" she questions softly, trying her best to be normal around the singer.

Taylor simply kept her kind face, gently placing her finger on her menu. "And...I'll have the spicy penne pasta," she says, looking to the waitress.

The waitress reads the menu, but her expressions instantly turn apologetic and regretful just ever so slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry...we ran out of that type of pasta...but we have spaghetti, if you'd like?"

"Oh— Um..." Taylor went to look at the spaghetti the waitress mentioned, and her interest piqued. "Yeah, thats fine by me. Looks delicious anyway," she reassured.

You gazed at the blonde, giving her a comforting smile before putting your attention to your last order. "And...for drinks, I think I'll have myself a hot chocolate."

"Some orange juice for me please," Taylor adds in. The waitress nods, happily writing down the orders on the notepad, then making sure she could store away the menus with confirmation from you both.

"Thank you," Taylor whispered gratefully, watching her walk away to put away the paged menus and give the order to the kitchen. You leaned forward, seeing her eyes coming back to you.

She blushes when she saw your eyes, but was utterly falling for it like the first time. "You always look at me like that, you know," she said.

"Because I love you," you whispered back, unable to resist such a response that only made the pink tint on her skin turn more into red. You chuckled, resting your cheek against your hand dreamily.

"I love you, too." She watched your gentle movements and saw your gaze, and it was an absolutely adorable sight to her.

She leaned into her palm, her elbow on the table in the meanwhile. It matched yours, but on the other side. "Are you sleepy?" she whispers.

You had to breathe out a chuckle. "No...this date is making me feel like I'm the most loved human being ever..." you mumbled, your voice at times incoherent from you ending up folding your arms and burying your nose down into them, but she heard you.

"I'm still falling into bed when we get home though," you had to add in, making her giggle quietly, and she dances her fingers up the wooden table to reach your nose.

"Mmmn, as long as I don't have to carry you," she whispered playfully. You cheekily smiled, even though you knew full well she loved to always have you in her arms.

The time passes with light conversations and lovestruck gazes, along with comforting silence as you both waited for the food.

It didn't take that long really, especially since it was just your table occupied in the restaurant, but by the time the order arrives, the aroma of it filled up your senses.

"Mac and cheese...pasta, hot chocolate, and orange juice for two," the waitress says, placing it all on your table carefully before gently walking away.

You leaned in, admiring the sight in front of you. It wasn't too cheesy, and there were sausage slices to enjoy with it. Taylor looked at you knowingly, seeing your hungry look.

You didn't hesitate to dig in after starting with a small sip of your drink, gathering the macaroni before feeling it melt into your mouth deliciously.

"Best mac and cheese ever, my god," you whispered, shaking your head at the taste. It felt like one of those homemade dishes that tasted wonderful.

"Tay, we're gonna have to start getting food deliveries from here or something." You looked at her, seeing her mix up her pasta with the sauce, and she giggled softly, hearing your enjoyment of it.

"I wouldn't mind it if you like it that much," she says, having the spaghetti twirled her fork carefully, that she then took a bite of.

You gazed at her for a moment, chewing your food to slowly swallow. "I swear, you give me too much sometimes..." you whispered.

The smile on her face tells stories of your loving moments together. "Thats because you deserve the entire world, sweetheart," she said, after getting the spaghetti smoothly down her throat, which was also delicious.

You look down at the table slightly, your eyes downcast. Her own eyes soften as she caught that look of yours, and she reached out to tilt your head up gently.

"You do deserve everything, baby," she whispers under her breath, getting your eye contact to make sure you heard before placing yet another gentle boop upon your nose to lighten the conversation.

A smile rose upon your lips, and you nod gently. "Thank you..." you replied, resuming your eating.

"For...this." you gestured at the table, and looked around the restaurant, unable to even fathom the range of things she's willing to do just for you.

She chuckles. "Really, I just wanted to show you how much I love you, even if it's been a while." Her voice spoke like it was everything you ever dreamed of, and you couldn't ask for anything else. And it was true.

"Well, I love you even more for it. If that's even possible," you said, keeping the conversation while eating, and making sure not to stumble and get anything stuck in your throat.

Taylor pauses before she could get another bite on her spaghetti, having had her mouth open on the fork, and her eyes on you, but soon she spoke. "...I love you more than cats."

You smiled. "And I love you more than the entire world," you gently fought back, starting that entire thing you both always do.

"That's not surprising." She shrugs, eating the pasta. Your eyes brightened as you giggled, and you leaned back in your seat.

"Fine. I love you more than this mac and cheese," you eventually said, staring at the bowl in front of you.

She smirks, gazing at you. "Honestly, I almost thought you were going to just take that home and leave me here instead."

You actingly put a hand on your heart, gasping. "And leave you alone for something that can't even move by itself or love me?!"

She bursts into laughter, both unable to fathom the way you put your expression and words up, and finding it adorable.

"I love you, baby," she says after catching her breath, letting an exhale out in relief.

You dropped the acting from earlier, unable to resist joining in her joyous giggles. "I love you too, sweetheart."

The rest of the date went by gracefully with jokes and love, and you both were winding down to an end of it. Not to mention, you were also growing quite sleepy, as much as you enjoyed it, the moon was gleaming through the dark, making its presence known.

Taylor made sure to take a picture together with you, and for the waitress from earlier to have, having confirmed that she was a fan of hers, and it made the teenage girl's day.

The cookies you made were of course not left uneaten. You both had spent the next day relaxing with each other, cuddling and indeed watching a movie while snacking on the baked delicacy you made.

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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?!”

[domxmarvel]

Celebs-Voicemail (Fluff edition)

Masterlist

Billie 

Billie had made sure you were at her concert,raving about this new song she was going to sing for the first time but she refused to let you hear until the concert. Song after song,you waited for the new one. Wondering what it was,she was so excited about it so you couldn't help but wonder. "Before I sing this new song I wanted to say something real quick" She pulled you with her onto the stage. As you stood beside her she spoke into the microphone and pulled you slightly closer. "I want to dedicate this song to someone special" she says,a small smile on her face as she looks at you. She was holding your hand now,fingers intertwined. She started singing,slowly her eyes drifting over you. The music faded into a quiet slow melody. Your own voice ringing out. "Hey,Bills I know you're busy but don't forget you promised me,well you promise Shark a walk." Shark's bark could be heard through the voicemail "so call me back,love you" . It was a basic voicemail,just an everyday one. The song went on for a few seconds before it came to an end. As the song came to an end the crowd cheered and applauded.Billie had a small smirk on her face. She pulled you into a hug. "You're really something else,Billie"

"Oh,I know I am," she replied with a smirk.

Taylor

Taylor was taking a moment for a quick change before her acoustic set,she seemed to be glancing at you more than usual as if there was something on her mind. You finally asked

"Everything good,Tay?"

"Huh? Oh,yeah.... everything's fine." Taylor replied with a bit of hesitation. She was soon back on stage,strumming her guitar and started playing a song. One that you didn't recognize but as you listened you could tell it was about you. As the song carried on,it became clear that it was about you,all the things she loved about you,your looks,personality etc,it was definitely about you. During the bridge she stopped singing,strumming on her guitar just as you heard your own voice.

"Hey Tay," your voice started and you could hear the cats meowing in the background of the voicemail. "I keep seeing photos of your shows and god you look even more beautiful every time,I know you're probably sleeping right now so I just wanted to say I love you,Taylor" Once your voicemail had finished playing,Taylor took a deep breath and continued on,the rest of the song was focused on how much she hated being without you and how much she just wanted to spend one night with you. And you knew that you were there for one night,she was clearly planning to make the most of it.

Sabrina

Sabrina seemed to be nervous for some reason tonight,she told you about a new song she was debuting but wouldn't tell you anything more. She got on stage with the towel around her body,opening it to reveal her bodysuit. She went through her set as usual,due to you being there she automatically had to pick you to arrest for being too hot. You played along until the end of the show. She held up the microphone,announcing that she had a special song for tonight. It was sweet and wholesome,all about you. How much she loved you,how much you meant to her. She looked right at you,seemingly singing to only you right now.The song neared its end,the music faded and soon you heard your own voice. Tried and sleepy,grumbly as you spoke.

"Hey,love" You remembered this,it was a voicemail,one you sent her while she was on the other side of the world for a tour years ago. Having stayed up late to record it and make sure she woke up to it. "Good morning,it's night here and I know I should be in bed. I just wanted to be the first to tell you good morning,even if I can't be next to you. I see your clips and I count down the days until you're back home with me. I love you,Sabrina" the beep of the voicemail sound indicated that the voicemail was over. She had taken that voice mail and put it into her song,the song that was about you.

"I can't believe you put in that voicemail,I was like half asleep when I sent that" You chuckled,due to the timezones you had stayed up too late but did it so you could time it with her waking up. She giggled softly,her hold on you tightened.

"I thought it was rather sweet,I've had it in my phone for quite some time now." she told you,burying her face in the crook of your shoulder.

"So you re-listened to it?"

"Everyday,while I was away. It was probably the thing that got me to sleep the most while I was on tour."

"Maybe I should record one for every night you're away from me"

"You really would do that..?"

"Of course,I would I love you"

"You're such a sap.."

"I'm the sap,you put my voicemail into a song" you joked back.

"I was being romantic,there's a difference."

"Sure there is honey"

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

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.

~taglist~

@orange15quote @ru-kru

[taysalchemy]

home | T.S

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.

[meltinglikeasugarcube]

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.

[bonm4ti]

- your camera roll if you were dating taylor swift ੈ✩‧₊˚

[gelphielovebot]

— 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♡”

[emmaxdelicate]

FALLING HARD | t.s. x reader

summary: after you get heavily injured, taylor is there for you as always

warnings: injuries, concussion, angst, intentional lowercase

word count: 2k

a/n: finally posted!!! based off this request (changed it a bit). i still don't know anything about football and i also didn't know anything about concussions so i had to make some research but i guess i learned something new lol

pairings: taylor swift x fem!footballplayer!reader

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the moment it happens, the world slows down.

you see the ball first—spinning in the air, perfectly weighted, perfectly placed. it’s coming right to you, and you know what to do.

your muscles coil, and then you leap.

for a second, it feels like time stops. your body is weightless, suspended mid-air, every nerve in your body tuned in to the movement. you can already picture the ball hitting the back of the net, the roar of the crowd, the celebration—

but then something slams into your side.

the impact is brutal. unexpected. you don’t even have time to react before you’re falling, falling—

and then, pain.

your head smacks against the grass with a force that rattles your skull. a dull, ringing noise floods your ears, and for a moment, you’re just lying there, dazed, staring up at the too-bright sky.

you try to move, but everything is… off. the world tilts dangerously, sounds come in muffled waves, and your stomach twists with nausea.

you’re vaguely aware of people shouting.

the whistle blows.

there’s movement around you—figures rushing over, the thudding of heavy boots on the field.

and then—

“hey, hey, i’m here!”

a voice. her voice.

Taylor.

your eyes flutter, trying to focus, but everything is too much. too loud, too bright, too blurry.

taylor drops to her knees beside you, her hands hovering uncertainly, like she wants to touch you but is afraid she’ll make it worse.

“you’re okay,” she says, her voice shaky. “i’m right here, baby. just breathe.”

you try, but it’s hard. the nausea is getting worse, and the pounding in your skull makes it difficult to concentrate.

someone kneels next to Taylor—a medic, speaking quickly, asking questions you can barely process.

“what’s your name?”

“do you know where you are?”

“can you tell me what happened?”

you barely open your mouth, but the words get tangled before they can leave your throat. your tongue feels heavy, and when you finally manage to mumble something, it comes out slurred.

Taylor’s fingers tighten around yours.

“she’s not making sense,” Taylor says, her voice edged with panic. she looks at the medic. “is that normal? that’s not normal, right?”

“it’s likely a concussion,” the medic says calmly. “we need to keep her still.”

Taylor nods, but she’s clearly barely holding it together. then you try to comprehend what's happening around you, and she looks at you with those eyes, those eyes you'd recognize even if the whole world was there.

you try to smile, but even that feels like too much effort.

everything around you feels distant, like you’re underwater, and then, suddenly, the dizziness spikes.

your stomach churns.

the field spins violently.

and then your body gives out.

your head collapses back onto the grass, head lolling to the side. your vision tunnels, darkness creeping in at the edges.

the last thing you hear is taylor’s panicked voice, calling your name over and over.

the ambulance ride is a blur.

you’re in and out of consciousness, drifting in a fog of pain and exhaustion.

but Taylor is there.

she’s gripping your hand tightly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in frantic, repetitive motions, like she’s trying to ground you—or maybe herself.

“stay with me, love,” she murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “just a little longer.”

the medic says something about your vitals being stable, about the concussion not seeming severe, but Taylor barely looks at them. her focus is entirely on you.

“talk to me,” she pleads. “tell me what you need.”

you swallow, trying to force your brain to cooperate. “hurts.”

her face crumples for half a second before she composes herself. “i know, baby. i know.”

the ambulance hits a bump, and pain flares through your skull. Your whole body tenses, and Taylor immediately moves closer, cupping your face gently.

“shh, i got you,” she whispers. “i’m not going anywhere.”

and you believe her. even as exhaustion threatens to pull you under—you believe her.

the hospital is cold and sterile and way too bright.

doctors come and go, asking you questions, shining lights in your eyes, running tests.

through it all, Taylor doesn’t leave your side.

she stands next to your hospital bed, arms wrapped around herself, shifting from foot to foot like she physically can’t stay still.

when the doctor finally confirms it’s “just” a concussion and that you’ll be okay, Taylor lets out a breath so heavy it sounds like she’s been holding it since the moment you fell.

she nods, thanks the doctor, and then, as soon as they leave, she sits on the edge of your bed and buries her face in her hands.

you frown. “Tay?”

Her head snaps up immediately. “i’m fine,” she says quickly. “you’re the one who—” she stops, shaking her head, exhaling sharply. “god, you scared me.”

you reach for her hand, and she grips yours like she’s afraid to let go.

“i’m okay,” you whisper.

Taylor lets out a humorless laugh. “yeah? tell that to the part where you collapsed in the middle of the field and scared the hell out of everyone.”

Your fingers tighten around hers. “but I’m here.”

Her eyes soften. “yeah,” she murmurs. “you are.”

for a moment, neither of you speak.

then, finally, Taylor shifts closer, pulling your hand to her lips, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles.

“you have no idea how fast i ran onto that field,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “the second i saw you go down—nothing else mattered.”

you offer her a weak smile. “guess i should get injured more often if it makes you that fast.”

taylor groans, pulling away just enough to give you a look. “not funny.”

“a little funny.”

She glares, but the corner of her mouth twitches.

You squeeze her hand again. "i’m sorry i scared you.”

Taylor studies you for a long moment, then leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, careful to avoid the tender spot where you hit your head.

“just don’t do it again,” she whispers.

you hum in agreement, your body finally succumbing to exhaustion.

Taylor stays.

even when visiting hours end. even when the nurses tell her she should go home and rest.

she just shakes her head, pulls her chair closer to your bed, and laces her fingers with yours.

“i’m staying,” she tells them simply.

and when you drift off to sleep, the last thing you feel is the warmth of her hand in yours, grounding you, keeping you safe.

no matter what happens—Taylor will always be here.

and that’s all you need.

———

one week later

concussions suck.

that’s the first thing you’ve learned since getting out of the hospital.

it’s not just the headache—though, to be fair, the headaches are brutal. it’s the way everything feels off. how your vision blurs when you stand up too fast. how loud noises make you wince. how reading a text for too long makes your brain feel like it’s melting.

the doctors said it would take time. no training, no screens, no overexertion—just rest.

which, in theory, sounded nice.

in reality? it’s hell.

because if there’s one thing you hate more than losing a match, it’s sitting around doing nothing.

unfortunately for you, Taylor is very committed to making sure you follow the rules.

“you’re supposed to be resting.”

you groan, flopping back against the couch. “i am resting.”

Taylor raises an eyebrow, arms crossed as she stands in the living room, watching you like a hawk. “you were trying to sneak out for a run five minutes ago.”

you sigh dramatically. “it was just a light jog.”

Taylor gives you the most unimpressed look you’ve ever seen. “ph, just a jog? with a concussion? no big deal, right?”

you grin at her. “exactly.”

she rolls her eyes but walks over, sitting beside you on the couch. her fingers brush over your forehead gently, like she’s checking for any sign that you might collapse again.

you cover her hand with yours, squeezing lightly. “i’m okay, tay.”

she doesn’t answer right away. instead, she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, right beside the spot where you hit your head.

“i know,” she murmurs. “but you still scared me.”

your heart clenches a little.

Taylor had been strong through everything—staying by your side, holding your hand through the worst of it—but you know how much it rattled her. how hard it was for her to see you hurt and not be able to fix it.

you shift slightly, tucking her against you. “i’m sorry,” you whisper, pressing a kiss into her hair.

she lets out a soft sigh, melting against you. “just… promise me you won’t push yourself too hard?”

you hesitate.

pushing yourself is kind of your thing. you don’t know how to sit still, how to take it easy. it’s not in your nature.

but the way Taylor is looking at you—worried, pleading—makes you reconsider.

“…okay,” you say finally. “i promise.”

Taylor exhales, like she’s been holding her breath. “good.”

then she kisses you.

slow, soft, lingering—like she’s reassuring herself that you’re really here, safe in her arms.

and for the first time since the injury, you let yourself fully relax.

two weeks later

the headaches aren’t as bad anymore.

your vision doesn’t blur as much, and you don’t feel like throwing up every time you stand up too fast.

progress.

but you’re still not cleared to train, and it’s driving you insane.

Taylor knows it, too.

that’s why she finds ways to distract you—little things to keep your mind off football.

one day, she brings home a stack of books she thinks you might like. another day, she convinces you to bake cookies with her, even though both of you are terrible at it.

(“these are inedible,” you say after one bite. Taylor shrugs. “at least we tried.”)

but the best days are the quiet ones.

like today, when you wake up from a nap to find Taylor sitting on the floor beside the couch, her head resting on your stomach as she hums softly, absentmindedly tracing patterns on your arm.

you blink groggily, your hand finding its way into her hair. “what time is it?”

Taylor shifts slightly, looking up at you. “late.”

you frown. “did i sleep all day?”

“pretty much,” she says, smiling a little. “which is good. you need rest.”

you groan, rubbing your face. “i’m so tired of resting.”

taylor chuckles, sitting up so she can properly look at you. “i know, baby.”

you sigh, reaching for her hand. “i just… i miss playing. i miss moving.”

her fingers squeeze yours. “i know,” she says again, softer this time. “but you’ll be back soon. you just have to give yourself time.”

you sigh, but nod.

taylor shifts closer, tucking herself against you. “wanna watch a movie?”

you hesitate. “i thought I wasn’t supposed to look at screens for too long?”

she grins. “i’ll narrate it for you.”

you laugh. “like an audiobook?”

“exactly.”

and that’s how you end up spending the rest of the night with Taylor curled against you, dramatically narrating Finding Nemo while you try (and fail) to take her seriously.

one month later

you finally get cleared to train again.

it’s a light session—nothing too intense—but just being back on the field feels like everything.

you get home afterward, still a little tired but happier than you’ve been in weeks.

taylor is waiting for you in the kitchen, two glasses of wine in hand, a grin on her face.

“to your glorious return,” she says, handing you a glass.

you chuckle, clinking your glass against hers. “it was just training.”

“doesn’t matter,” she says firmly. “it’s still a win.”

you take a sip, then set your glass down and pull Taylor into your arms.

she smiles against your shoulder. “you’re in a good mood.”

you hum. “feels good to be back.”

she pulls back slightly, looking up at you. “you were patient. i know that wasn’t easy for you.”

you smirk. “are you proud of me?”

“so proud,” she teases.

you lean in, kissing her softly. “thanks for taking care of me.”

she smiles, running her fingers through your hair. “always.”

and for the first time in weeks, everything feels right.

you’re back.

and Taylor is still here.

that’s all you need.

[billiesgirlsworld]

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billie eilish

this is me trying

taylor swift

chappell roan

ellie williams

kaleidoscope

abby anderson

[dawnoftime22]

teddy bear.

| T.S

Warnings: none, other than heart melting fluff

Summary: in the midst of cuddling, Taylor hears you speak of the sweetest words.

Word Count: 642

Category: Fluff!!!

| Started on 17/10/2024, 9:39 AM |

| Finished on 10/01/2025, 8:50 AM |

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“Pour out your love for a gentle heart.”

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It was a peaceful, late evening, where Taylor had already closed the curtains and turned on the fairy lights, leading the room to be cozy and snuggly.

Taylor was on the bed with you, cuddling. Her phone wasn't even in her hands, it was off at the bedside table, sitting face down. Her arms were occupied by the embrace of you.

Benjamin was curled up right over beside both of you, purring contentedly like a ball of floof.

You buried your face into her chest, hugging her closely. She gazed down at you, a smile tugging upon her lips.

After you've finished entirely nuzzling against her, your cheek pressed against her collarbone. "...You feel like a teddy bear," your voice had sounded out eventually, the words making her eyebrows rise.

"You think I'm a teddy bear?" she questions, leaning in downwards to you, nearly brushing her nose by your forehead.

You nod gently. "Mhm. My teddy bear." With your arms still wrapped around her, you squeeze her as if she was a squeaky toy, unable to resist a gentle cuteness agression. Her insides were melting, that's for sure.

"Do you even know how adorable you are right now?" Her hand gently brush through the threads of your hair, watching every feature on your face. You only nuzzle further into her, and she tightens her hold on you.

"Like, are you aware of that?" she had to add in, making you giggle, and for her own voice to follow too.

You peek out her chest, looking up at her loving face. She had to stop herself from peppering kisses all over you or absolutely squeezing until you couldn't breathe, although opting for one kiss at least to your temple.

"I love you," your voice mumbled softly. Your nose brushes against her jaw before you relax more, staying laid down like nothing else mattered.

She smiles wider, going to nuzzle into your face. "Mhmn, love you too..." she murmurs back, then turned her head to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

You returned it, your lips moving in a sweet, slow pace before the kiss was soon broken, and she gazed into your eyes.

"You're a squishy, squishy human," you say, and she laughs, planting a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, pulling you closer.

"You're just as squishy. I could hug you super tightly until you explode into a million confetti," she murmurs, resting her cheek against your hair, swaying slightly.

"Don't do that!" you say, turning to look up at her once more. She giggled, one hand letting go of you to give you a small boop.

Your nose wrinkles, and you smiled widely, going to copy her action with your own finger, your hearts practically spilling down love.

A few seconds later, Benjamin had uncurled from his comfy position, curiously walking off to you two, his blue eyes strikingly adorable.

"Benji wants to join," Taylor says softly, smiling as she urged the floof, using her hand to reach out to him.

"Its gonna be a cuddle session with Benji," you say, instantly letting your hand meets his soft and poofy fur, the purrs off the cat absolutely turning up more.

"He's a squishy cat," you mumbled, wrapping an arm around him while keeping one around the blonde, leaning down to press your cheek against him. The purrs vibrate to your skin, eliciting a calm feeling.

"Yes, he is." She giggles softly once more, seeing how you've managed to cuddle up with both her and her cat. Her hands gently scratch the back of Benjamin's ear, then she leans down to let her lips meet your other cheek, free for her to attack soft kisses upon entirely. You giggled along with her, just about trapped in the love attack. The cat was oblivious, having his eyes closed beneath you.

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Hi

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.

[domxmarvel]

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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Taylor Swift x fem!NHL!reader

[reminology]

i have a taylor swift fic idea and it's based on the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, but i am TOO lazy to do it 😭

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Can you write a fic where Taylor is having a bad day and tries to push reader away, but reader keeps doing things for her anyway? Then like Taylor thanks reader whether it be fluffy or smutty (whichever you prefer)

Title: MAKE IT EASY

Word Count: 683

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Female Reader

“I made some tea,” you say gently, stepping into the living room where Taylor sits. She barely glances up, too caught in the frustration simmering beneath her skin. You know her well enough to recognize when she’s in a mood like this—annoyed, restless, scribbling furiously in her notebook because something in the studio didn’t click today. A track for Reputation isn’t sounding right, and she hasn’t figured out why yet.

You also know better than to bother her when she’s like this. You have your own creative process, your own battles with perfectionism, so you understand. But you’re only in New York for the day, and it stings that you won’t get any real time with her before you have to leave for the European leg of your tour.

Still, you don’t push. You set the warm mug down on the coffee table in front of her and quietly retreat, casting one last glance her way. Furrowed brows, fingers tight around her pen, headphones on—she’s deep in it, probably listening to whatever isn’t working on loop.

In the kitchen, you sigh and scoop Olivia up for a cuddle, running a hand through her soft fur as you think. You want to help. You start small—tidying up the kitchen, nothing drastic, just giving yourself something to do. Then, you move to her closet, pulling out a pair of her favorite soft shorts and a worn, comfy t-shirt, laying them neatly on the bed. You head back to the kitchen.

Food. Maybe food will help.

You decide on creamy garlic parmesan chicken with pasta, something hearty but easy to eat. It takes nearly an hour, but Taylor doesn’t once step into the kitchen.

When everything’s ready, you return to the living room. She still looks just as frustrated.

“Hey,” you say softly. “I made dinner.”

“Mm,” she hums, not looking up. “I’m not hungry right now.”

“Have you eaten anything today?”

“I’m fine,” she sighs, fingers dragging through her hair. “I need to get this done, okay? This track isn’t working, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

“Maybe if you take a little break—” you suggest, gentle.

“No, just let me be, okay?” she groans, voice quiet but sharp.

You blink, momentarily stunned, but swallow down your frustration. Instead of arguing, you return to the kitchen and eat alone, chewing through irritation as much as the meal.

Then, another idea comes to you.

You start running a bath, filling it with her favorite oils and salts, lighting the candle she always burns when she needs to unwind. The water turns a soft, welcoming pink, steam curling into the air. When it’s ready, you plate up her food and return to the living room, this time with more resolve.

You stand in front of her, silent, waiting. After a few seconds, she finally looks up, sighing at your persistence. You hand her the plate.

“Eat,” you say firmly.

“I don’t—”

“Take those off," you nod toward her headphones. “And eat.”

She exhales sharply, eyes narrowing for a beat, but then she gives in. She takes the plate, and you step away to pour her a glass of wine, setting it down on the table beside her before leaving her to it.

You busy yourself cleaning the kitchen. It takes a few minutes, but eventually, you sense her behind you. She sets her empty plate and glass on the counter, then rests her head against your shoulder.

“Sorry I was so rude,” she murmurs.

Relief makes your entire body relax. You sigh, turning to her, brushing your thumb along her cheek. She tilts her head slightly, catlike, leaning into your touch.

“It’s alright,” you say softly. “Come with me.”

You take her hand and lead her to the bathroom. Her expression shifts the moment she sees the bath, the tension in her shoulders easing.

You trail your hands down her arms, then cup her face, pressing a slow kiss to her lips.

“My sweet baby,” you whisper. “Relax.”

“But it’s hard,” she whines, and you chuckle, kissing her again.

“I’ll make it easy for you.”