Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

By the way Taylor isn't famous in this one.
Do you want Part 8 and 9 also today? Maybe I should have made a book out of this. Do you like the story? Or should I end it?
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It had been a month since Taylor and I started... whatever this was. Close, warm, intimate. But still undefined. Callie still refused to talk to Taylor, which stung a little more than I liked to admit.

This morning, like every weekend lately, I woke up wrapped in Taylor’s arms at her place—her soft sheets and even softer embrace becoming more familiar than my own bed.

“Darling,” she said, brushing her fingers through my hair gently as I blinked up at her, “I’m meeting up with two of my friends today. I wanted to ask… would you like to come with me?”

My heart skipped a beat. I blinked a few times, unsure if I'd heard right. This moment—I had been dreading it, but also hoping for it.

“Aren’t you… scared?” I mumbled, voice low as I traced lazy circles on the hem of her sleep shirt. “About your friends meeting me?”

Taylor paused, then reached out and gently cupped my cheek, guiding my gaze up to hers. Her expression was soft but serious.

“Why would I be scared?” she asked quietly. “Because I’m older than you? Because you could technically be my daughter?”

She let out a deep sigh, thumb stroking along my cheekbone.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks, Y/N,” she continued. “I’m not going to hide you. I couldn’t. You mean too much to me.”

The words settled in my chest like warm sunlight. Before I could even respond, she hesitated, then added, with a small, nervous smile:

“And… if it’s alright with you, I’d really like to call you my girlfriend. Officially. I should’ve asked sooner but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel—”

I didn’t let her finish.

I leaned forward and kissed her, slow and soft, smiling against her lips.

“I like the sound of that,” I whispered when we pulled apart. “Girlfriend.”

Taylor grinned—wide, a little breathless—and kissed my forehead, pulling me close again like she never wanted to let go.

“Good,” she murmured into my hair. “Because I’m not going to pretend you’re anything less.”

Time skip~

The café Taylor picked was cozy and tucked away on a quiet street—somewhere with big windows, warm lighting, and pastries that made your mouth water just looking at them. She held my hand as we walked in, fingers intertwined, her thumb brushing soothing circles on my skin like she could feel my nerves buzzing.

“You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart,” she murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of my head. “Just be yourself.”

I nodded, even if my stomach was doing flips. Just her friends, I told myself. Just... two of the most famous people on Earth.

No big deal.

Then I saw them. Blake Lively was already seated at a corner table, sunglasses perched in her hair, effortlessly radiant in a way that felt unfair. Beside her, Ryan Reynolds was mid-sip of something frothy, probably coffee, and laughing at whatever Blake had just said.

Taylor lit up. “Blake! Ryan!”

Blake stood up and pulled Taylor into a warm hug, before her eyes landed on me. “And this must be the girl.”