Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

I don't know if I should put a TW, but Y/N treats Taylor like shit
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"Fuck", I groaned as I looked at my wrist. A few days ago, the pan fell onto the ground and the hot boiling oil splashed onto my hand.

Now the wound is ignited, but I refused to see a doctor. Today our training for Taylors upcoming tour starts again after a break.

So I just took some cream and poured it on the wound. Afterwards I wrapped a bandage around my hand.

About an hour later I found myself in the hall where the training starts. "Oh Y/N you're here", I heard Taylor say in excitement. She was cute but I tried to stay cold, since my feelings for her grew with every second. She's 35 and Iam 21.

Iam basically her baby, she would never love someone like me. "Hello Taylor", I responded, before the taller one wrapped her arms around me. Her hand was in my hair as she gave me a soft kiss on the side of my forehead.

"How are you pook? How's Cass?" The blonde one asked, after pulling away. "Uh we broke up, but it's okay I guess. This bitch fucked with my best friend", I rolled my eyes and sighted as the memories came back into my head.

"What? Iam so sorry honey", Taylor cooed.  "Yeah actually I don't care. How are you?" I tilted my head a bit and looked up into Taylors eyes. "Iam good. If you need to-" Taylor started but I cut her off. "I don't need someone to talk to. Iam good", I growled, while death glaring her. I sounded harsher than I wanted, but with that I left to lay my bag on the side of the hall.

Taylor took a deep breath as she watched me. She knew that I was frustrated because of my ex, Taylor wasn't mad, she was understanding.

The others came and after a little catch up we started practicing. Before the Training ended Taylor announced something.

"Alright, I need everyone to do a cartwheel, and from the cartwheel, a flick-flack," her voice sharp and commanding. "I'll decide who's good enough to perform this in the show." 

A nervous flutter coursed through me, but I pushed it down. A one-handed cartwheel? Easy. And a flick-flack? Surely, it couldn’t be much harder. I told myself that I had this, though doubt flickered at the edges of my mind. 

The others had already taken their turns. One by one, they left, leaving me alone under Taylor's scrutinizing gaze. She stood there, arms crossed, her eyes piercing and calculating. Her lips curled ever so slightly, as if she already knew how this would go. 

"Whenever you're ready," she said, her tone as sharp as the tension in the air. 

I inhaled deeply and got into position, my heart pounding like a drum. I launched myself into the first cartwheel. It was seamless, smooth as silk, even with one hand. The flick-flack followed like an instinct, my body flipping through the air. I landed cleanly. 

Taylor raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "That was fine," she said coolly, "but now I want you to do it with both hands." 

My stomach sank. I glanced at my injured hand, the bandage wrapped tight around it. The dull ache throbbed as if it could hear her command. I hesitated, but I couldn’t back down. Not now. Not in front of Taylor. 

I stepped into position again, forcing myself to ignore the fear clawing at my chest. As soon as my hands touched the floor, a white-hot pain shot through my body. It was sharp, unforgiving, but I gritted my teeth. Pain is temporary. Pain is weakness leaving the body. I had to keep going. 

The flick-flack came next. I jumped, my hands connecting with the floor again. The agony was unbearable, as if fire was burning through my veins. My arms buckled, and suddenly, the world spun out of control. 

I crashed to the ground, my back slamming into the unforgiving floor. The impact knocked the air from my lungs. My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. Panic clawed at my throat as I gasped, desperate for air that wouldn’t come. 

Above me, Taylor loomed, her expression unreadable. Somewhere in the haze of pain and humiliation, I saw her mouth move. 

"Get up," she said, her voice cutting through the fog. 

But I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t move. My vision blurred, tears mixing with the sweat on my face. I had failed, and failure tasted bitter. My chance to be number one was slipping through my fingers. 

Pain I could handle. Disappointment, though? That was a whole different agony. 

Finally I could breath again, so I layed my arm on my face to cover it, so Taylor won't see my tears. The blonde one sank on the floor next to me; her soft hand caressing my head.

How bad I wanted to give into her touch, but that would mean Iam weak. "Did you get hurt?" She asked softly, she knew that my pride was jn the way and that my hand was injured.

"No", slowly I stood up looking at Taylor. Her glance filled with worries. "What's with your hand?" Taylor raised an eyebrow. "Can you just shut up? It's none of your business", tears started to built in my eyes, while I yelled at Taylor.

Taylor on the other hand was still not mad at me, her heart was so kind and understanding. And I? I used her for the feelings I couldn't handle.

My hand was still hurting like hell, but I did not care. The anger which was driving through my veins, overpowered the throbbing.

After an annoyed breath I turned around and stomped to my bag. Taylor grapped my wrist and pulled me back. "You can talk or not, but let me have a look on your hand", her voice filled with bossiness. "I said it's none of your business", I growled with a deep voice. My undertone was daring. Daring her to say something else.

"Since your my background dancer it is my business", Taylor came with every word closer and closer. I on the other side, stumbled backwards. My back touched the wall.

I've been trapped. "Show. Me. Your. Goddam. Hand." Taylor layed her hand next to my face.  "Can you just stop caring?" It was overhelming beeing so close to her, the feelings inside me were like a bomb, which was about to exploded.

I couldn’t afford to cry in front of her again. Not if I want to be number one. "No." Taylor came closer, her eyes sharp like a knife. "YOU CAN. IT'S NOT THAT HARD",  I yelled, now the tears started to built up and I couldn’t control my feelings anymore.

Taylor sighted in relief as the dam finally broke. "Just stop it Taylor", my scream was filled with sobs, during it I pushed her away.

"Come on, yell at me. Let it out", Taylor challenged me, she knew I needed this, but instead of yelling I dropped onto my knees; hitting my already injured hand onto the floor.

I totally broke down in tears now, the only thing Taylor could do now was holding me. Holding me till I cried it out. "I just can't anymore", I started before digging my nails in the fabrics of Taylors tank top.

"I just want to be number one- but how can I be number one, with a best friend who fucked my ex? How can I be number one if a fucking injury can stop me?" Taylor pulled me closer, now I was sitting on her lap.

"Babygirl you're my number one. No matter what", Taylor cooed into my ear. Her words were spinning throug my head, they helped me coming down. Tiredness overcame me, so I rested my head on Taylors shoulder, while she rubbed circles around my back.

"Now let me see your hand", her voice was soft. We know kneeled infront of each other and Taylor was taking of the bloody bandage. It must have started to bleed, as I smashed my hand against the floor.

"Babygirl, you should see a doctor that doesn't look good!" I blushed at Taylor calling me babygirl. She noticed it and smiled internally. "Iam sorry for yelling at you", Guilt started to form inside me.

"It's okay, I know you didn't want to attack me", Taylor chuckled. She placed herself next to me and wrapped an arm around me. I layed my head on her shoulder, she rested her head on mine. "Can I tell you something?" It felt right to tell her.

"Of course", Taylor looked at my injured hand. "I love you."

Taylors eyes widened and she looked at me, we made eye contact. Slowly she leaned down, with her hand she lifted my chin.

And then... our lips connected, it was a short kiss, but it meant the world to me. "I love you too", the blonde one responded, giving me a heartwarming smile.