GOOD GIRL. (NSFW) - Taylor Swift

piped (requested)

cw: g!p taylor

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your right heel barely made it out the door when the one adjacent to yours slammed open loudly. you jumped in a fright, head snapping to look at the perpetrator, whose back was turned towards you and legs pacing as hastily as her fingers typed on her phone. she didn't seem to notice your presence, or she didn't care enough to acknowledge it; either way, she paid no heed as you watched her curiously.

you jumped again at the frustrated groan she let out, slamming her phone on her thigh and turning around. it was her turn to startle, not expecting to see a stranger staring at her.

"jesus," she put a hand over her heart, licking her lips as if she was distressed.

"sorry," you replied sheepishly, though you were holding back a laugh at her jumpy demeanor. her fingers went up to pinch the top of the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them up to reply properly, "it's alright. sorry for... you know." she gestured around her general self.

you did not actually know, but you nodded anyway in sympathy. "are... you okay?" you asked, flicking your gaze pointedly to her phone.

she looked down at it, then sighed, "oh, yeah, yeah. all good. don't worry about it." the statement itself sounded distressed, so you raised your eyebrows doubtingly.

"are you sure?" you clarified. "whatever it is, i'd be happy to help."

the tall stranger looked at you dubiously, as if considering it, then shook her head. "no, no, it's alright. i wouldn't wanna burden you."

"i have some time, it really wouldn't be a bother. i'm happy to," you smiled kindly, making her look even more uncertainly at you. you were clearly about to go out, wearing a short sundress with a purse around your shoulder. "i was just gonna go shopping, nothing important," you said when you noticed where her eyes were.

"right."

she cleared her throat, looking around helplessly then down at her phone. "well, there's a problem with my sink, and the plumbing company isn't responding to any of my texts—" she stopped herself before she got too frustrated and took a deep breath. "i mean, i'm not sure what you could do to help, unless you know a good plumber that doesn't cost a shitton. fucking kevin..."

she looked around again and ran her hand over her hair, revealing a glimpse of forehead briefly. "sorry, that was rude," she apologized, "it's just been an all-day thing, you know."

you couldn't help the little laugh that came out of you, girlish enough to redirect her gaze towards you again. "i guess you're in luck, then!" you chirped.

"huh..?"

"i'm a plumber!"

now, her eyes narrowed. she looked ready to fight. she raked them over your body, taking in the bright outfit and springy sandals, as well as the manicured nails that had clearly never seen a day of hard labor. "you pulling my leg?" she asked, and your own eyes narrowed defensively: "no, why would i be?"

she chuckled, somewhat nervous at your piercing tone and still confused. "i mean... look at you."

you scoffed, accustomed to being underestimated, "wow, sorry for even offering," and turned around on your heel, glad you were never that big of a 'neighborly' person and didn't have to ever interact with her again, just as you had for your entire lease prior to this interaction.

"wait, wait! i'm sorry!" she called desperately, hurrying to stand in front of you because she was sure you would german suplex her if she grabbed your wrist. "that was rude of me. i'm sure you're a great plumber, okay? i'm just kind of an idiot right now. your help would be very much appreciated."