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when you know, you know.

hey, your probably confused but i wanted to fix some things, and needed a new part to have this.

had this idea for a long time now.

thank you for the insane amount of requests, if any of you still have any please just put them in the dropbox.

(Ill eventually go thru the list, I have like 14 oneshot requests / ideas, not including pt 2, 3 or 4s depending on how long they get)

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Taylors POV:

Taking a deep breath, I hovered my hand over the TikTok live button, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling within me. Why was I feeling so apprehensive? After all, Tree knew about it, and I was just planning to bake—a simple, lighthearted activity. Perhaps Travis would even make a surprise appearance. Despite these reassurances, my heart still fluttered with anticipation. My fans would undoubtedly go wild, but in the grand scheme of things, it was all part of the fun.

With a decisive click, I initiated the live stream, watching as the viewer count steadily increased, signaling the arrival of my eager audience. The chat section quickly filled with enthusiastic greetings and emojis, creating a lively atmosphere that I couldn't help but be swept up in.

@Evermorestan_22 "TAYLOR WHAT YOU GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!!!!"

I chuckled,

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to give you a heart attack!" I replied sweetly, setting down my various cookie ingredients and recipes.

@Evermorestan_22 "i'm going to pass out"

@Tess "I thought doing lives was my job!"

@bethany "WHAT IS GOING ON??!!"

@falsegod "TAYLOR TELL USS"

As the viewer count continued to climb, I couldn't help but chuckle at the flurry of comments flooding in from my eager fans.

"Guys, calm down, I'm just here to bake some cookies!" I reassured them, amused by their enthusiasm.

Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I instructed my virtual assistant,

"Alexa, play 'Off to the Races' by Lana Del Rey," before delving back into the process of making cookie dough.

The familiar melody filled the room, setting a lively backdrop for my baking adventure.

"My old man is a bad man, but

I can't deny the way he holds my hand

And he grabs me, he has me by my heart

He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past

He doesn't mind I have a L.A. crass way about me

He loves me, with every beat of his cocaine heart

Swimmin' pool glimmerin', darling

White bikini off with my red nail polish

Watch me in the swimmin' pool, bright blue ripples

You sittin', sippin' on your Black Cristal, oh, yeah"

As I sang along to the lyrics, throwing ingredients into a bowl, mingling with the melodic strains of Lana Del Rey's voice. With each verse, I found myself lost in the rhythm of the song, my movements becoming fluid and instinctive.

Every so often, I glanced up at the screen to catch a glimpse of the comments pouring in from my eager viewers. Their words of encouragement and excitement fueled my enthusiasm, reminding me of the joy of sharing moments like these with my dedicated fanbase.