Taylor Swift Imagines || GXG ||

Title from Foolish One By Taylor Swift.
You're Taylor's most faithful producer. But, of course, you also have the most tragic crush on your boss. 

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A/N: Part 2? Maybe, maybe not. Also, how's everyone doing?? I haven't been here in a while, oop-
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You knew you were fucked the second your eyes landed on Taylor.

Taylor Swift, the picture perfect girl. Big mansion, popular, feared but never confronted, classic rich popstar.

You should've known better, you should've turned around and left the second you were called to play truth or dare with her group of friends.

But you didn't, you couldn't. Taylor made you weak in the knees the second she laid her eyes on you. Her eyes drawing you in like a magnet, her fingers pulling you in just by them motioning towards you in the air.

This was all your fault after all, wasn't it?

You were warned, you didn't listen. People told you Taylor would ruin you, that she was evil, you didn't listen. You went ahead and still took the job as her producer. Of course you thought you had something special.

You didn't know if it was just your brain trying to convince itself that Taylor cared or if she actually did. Every time you two were in the same room, Taylor's eyes would always search for you when she thought you weren't looking.

But, your doubts were confirmed the day you wore the skirt that Taylor had gifted you for your birthday. Because, well, the blonde had stared at you all throughout the day. It almost intimidated you. But then, somehow you felt yourself being dragged to a nearby confined space in the studio.

As soon as the door shut, Taylor's lips captured yours in a hungry kiss, the intensity of the moment taking you by surprise. You let out a soft gasp, your body instantly responding to Taylor's touch. She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close and you did the same. You wrapped your arms around Taylor's neck– as if she would slip away if you let go.

Your heart swelled, Taylor was kissing you. She was fucking kissing yo–

"No strings attached, understood?"

Oh.

Oh.

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You were such a loser. 'No strings attached,' Taylor had said. You had agreed. You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up and yet– you spend a Friday night curled up in a blanket on your couch, thumbs hovering over your phone mindlessly, not knowing what to say.

There were rumors. Taylor and another guy– Harry was it? Or Joe, Or Travis? You didn't know. You didn't want to. People had seen them arrive at a party together, all while you were miserable, sitting and staring at your phone. You scrolled through Instagram– pictures of the sighting of Taylor and Travis filled her feed.

"It's weird when people treat you like you're some God," You said, head lying on Taylor's lap.

"It's amazing," Taylor replied, fingers twirling your hair. It always fascinated her how your hair was always combed– not a single knot. "Until it's not," she added, somewhat quietly.

Taylor and you rarely had moments of vulnerability, usually your meetings would include Taylor taking out her day's stress on you, or helping you relax with some.. Spicy activities.

You cherished those vulnerable moments, you knew Taylor wasn't perfect– but in your eyes, she was everything you could imagine. If only she could see herself the way you saw her.