Female Celebrities [SLOW UPDATES]

▪︎T▪︎S▪︎ 🥰 Nightmares.

¤Taylor Swift
¤ "This is getting out of hand."
¤ Fluff

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[Ps currently going on 10 hours of sleep in a total if three days]

You had a pretty vivid imagination that often took form in your dreams. You were even able to remember most of it, which confused a lot of people. It was okay most nights, but some nights, it felt like really bad trips from drugs you never took.

Taylor loved hearing about your dreams because it gave her insight into the story behind most of your paintings. None of which you were famous for, you had an alias under which you sell them preferring to not explain yourself.

One painting that you had up on your studio wall was inspiration from Taylor's song The Archer. You had a long day and listened to the song on repeat and fell asleep. You had painted her from the waist up with her back, showing her wings and the arrows pierced in her skin bleeding while she was blindfolded.

At first you tried hiding the painting but when she saw she wanted to know all about it. You told her about your dream how she was some angel and there was kidnapping and you vaguely remember her taking her robe off revealing her injuries and you had no idea why she was blindfolded but dream Taylor said her eyes were not to be seen by mortals. You didn't question it.

You had fallen asleep on the floor of your studio while you were taking a break from your dance party you don't remember starting.

Your dreams were once again riddled with more strange unexplained things, but you were startled awake when you fell in your dream. When you sat up, you yelped, seeing Taylor with her hand reached out to you with her eyes wide.

"Fuck, don't do that." You laid back down groaning as you turned onto your side. "Sorry gorgeous, didn't mean to scare you." Taylor chuckled sitting down above you then guiding you to lay your head in her lap.

"Weird dream?" She asked brushing her fingers through your hair. "Hmm." You turned onto your side moving closer to Taylor hugging her leg.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked watching your chest rise and fall slower, it amazed her how easily you fell asleep when she brushed her fingers through your hair. "You." You managed to mumble loud enough for her to hear.

"It was about me?" Taylor asked now more intrigued. "Hmm. Hot... mischievous
... softy." She gathered few words and now she needed to know.

"Wait, baby, tell me." Her tone had a slight whine to it as she made you turn on your back now, caressing your cheek as she did when she woke you in the morning. Still a bit sleepy, you fluttered your eyes open, giving her a droopy smile.

"Hi." You whispered with a blissful smile. "Hey gorgeous." She giggled before leaning down and kissing your lips, grinning when you chased after her lips when she pulled back.

"What's the time?" You frowned, and she shook her head. "Never mind that, what was your dream?" Taylor asked, and you gasped remembering.

"Tay there were three of you." You whispered, and she raised a brow. "Was I hot?" She asked, trying to connect the dots.

"Well, one was... I don't really know she broke guitars and egged other Taylor on to drink, then pushed her off the bed we jumped on... she also threw up." Taylor was wildly confused by your sleepy tale.

"Why are we drinking then jumping on beds? Of course, someone is gonna throw up." Taylor smiled, amused by your wild dreams. "No, that was only two Taylors." You lazily shook your head.

"Okay, what did other me do?" Taylor asked used to these conversations by now. "Well, giant Taylor was... giant and couldn't fit as comfortably, but she still agreed to be my date and meet... Some asshole shot her with an arrow. I chased after him, and then we were at a funeral, but there were just a lot of cats." Taylor was biting back her giggle as you frowned, trying to recall and make sense of your dream.

"Okay, so we have Troublemaker Taylor, Giant Taylor... and?" Taylor was slightly worried about who the third would be. "She was a softy, a bit sad but a good girl." Taylor did not know what she was expecting, but she covered her mouth to muffle her laugh.

"So I take it, Giant Taylor wasn't jumping on the bed." Taylor stated, indulging your crazy dreams as always. "Yeah, I was sitting on the roof to keep eye contact, we were having a bottle of wine as she vented." Taylor nodded invested in the dream.

"So you weren't jumping on the bed?" Taylor asked, and you hummed. "I did until Troublemaker Taylor pushed me off... I was going to tackle her while she jumped, but Giant Taylor came at that time." You explained eyes still closed as you recalled the dream.

"So when did Troublemaker Taylor break the guitar and make Sad Taylor throw up?" Taylor couldn't remember if the third Taylor had a name, so she gave one. "Before jumping on the bed. She had Sad Taylor do shots, then she threw up... glitter?" Taylor shook her head at the weird twist.

"After the funeral for Sad Taylor, she came to join me on the roof. She was going through it." You shrugged, and Taylor nodded even if you couldn't see her.

"Troublemaker Taylor showed up with another bottle of wine, and the four of us shared it. I then fell off the roof, I think Giant Taylor tried saving me, but I woke before I could find out." You seemed upset by this and Taylor as always amused by how invested you both got thought for a moment before responding.

"I'm sure Giant Taylor caught you." She assured, and you smiled before opening your eyes.

"I think that came from the memes I saw the other day." You thought aloud.

"I wouldn't be surprised." She shrugged, caressing your face.

"These dreams are getting out of hand." You frowned slightly, and she smiled, looking up at the painting above your art supply drawers of her in purple water only her face and back revealed as her hair was decorated in flowers. "I like most of them." She admitted, and you smiled, reaching up to cup her neck, then pull her down into a kiss she happily gave you.

"Let's get to bed, I'm not sleeping on this floor with you again." She mumbled, and you smirked. "Hey, you were the one who was getting handsy and wouldn't stop teasing me about the purple painting." You said, and she shrugged with an innocent smile.

"I don't regret it. The sex was hot." She smirked while you blushed. "Stop." You covered your face with your hands as she laughed.

"Let's get to bed then." She kissed your nose before you got up and headed to your shared bedroom.