Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

"Just say it, Callie! Just say you cheated!" My voice trembled—not from anger, but from the weight of holding everything inside for so long.

She stood across from me, her arms crossed, her stance defensive. "It didn’t mean anything!" she protested. "It was a mistake. I didn’t plan it!"

I let out a bitter laugh. "A mistake?" I echoed. "You chose her. You chose to lie. Again and again. That's not a mistake, Callie. That's a decision."

"I didn’t want to lose you," she said, her voice softer now, but it only stung more. Like her gentle tone could erase the hurt.

"No, you just wanted to have both of us," I shot back, stepping away from her. "You loved the attention. You loved what we had, but not enough to respect it."

Her hands ran through her hair, pacing like she was searching for a way to make things right. "Y/N, I messed up. I know I did. But we can fix this—"

"We?" I interrupted, my voice trembling. "There’s no 'we' after betrayal. You broke something I can’t put back together."

And that was the truth. As much as I hated it, something inside me had cracked the moment I found out. I still loved her. I hated that I still loved her—but love wasn’t enough when trust had shattered beyond repair.

"I was scared," she whispered.

"So was I," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "But I stayed. I fought for us. You gave up the moment someone else gave you attention."

She stared at me, like she didn’t recognize me anymore, like she was waiting for me to break down, to beg her to stay.

But I didn’t.

I took one last look at her—the girl I once thought I’d spend forever with—and said, "I hope she was worth it."

Then, I walked away, my heart in pieces, but my pride intact.

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Two weeks later, I was drowning in alcohol, in memories, in the emptiness that Callie left behind. Another party. Another night of pretending. Another room full of strangers where I could escape the reality of being broken.

And then, I saw her.

A flash of blonde, a silhouette that made my heart skip a beat. At first, I thought I was imagining things—Callie? But no. It was someone else. Someone who resembled her, but older. Stronger. More at ease with herself.

Then her eyes—those piercing blue eyes—met mine, and time seemed to freeze.

I was too drunk to react properly, but she saw me, and she knew exactly who I was. She moved through the crowd effortlessly, her presence commanding without saying a word.

"Hello, Y/N," she greeted me, her voice soft and warm, like honey, before she wrapped me in a hug that felt safe and familiar.

That’s when it clicked.

Taylor. 
Callie’s other mom.

"Hello, Miss Swift," I mumbled, my head spinning a little as I breathed in the sweet, floral scent of her perfume.

She pulled back, laughing softly, the sound like music to my ears. "Darling, how many times have I told you? Just call me Taylor."

I smiled weakly, trying to keep my balance, but before I could say anything more, she looked at me with a mixture of concern and something else—something unreadable.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

I froze. "I’ll pay," I said automatically, reaching for my pocket.

But her hand was faster, slipping into my jeans and taking my purse like she’d done it a thousand times. "No, you won’t," she said with a playful smile.