daughter of taylor swift and travis kelce imagines

on edge

guys this is literally just abt the so called "fans" coming after taylor. like leave her tf alone. if it's that big of a problem unstan her, block her, and move tf on. creating problems isn't going to solve yours it's gonna create more. like if we really think about it the last four albums taylor has had at least one song about killing herself. stop commenting on her body, stop being disgusting towards her because she's not speaking up on certain subjects, she's one person and she gives a lot of her time and effort in music to make her fans happy. if you're not happy with it just don't be a fucking fan...anyway just thought i had to say that lol

y/n age: 13

mom and i were watching a movie on the couch before bed. we are in edinburgh for mom's next shows. dad is back in kc for football so it's just mom and i. i have noticed my mom has been really short tempered lately and it's not like her at all. she's also always glued to her phone...

"mom?" i said. no answer. "mom!" i said louder.

"what y/n?!" she snapped.

"oh sorry. i-i was just asking if you were still watching this?? i think imma go to bed if that's okay..." i said.

"okay yeah whatever y/n" she said in a stressed tone.

"goodnight mom. i love you.." i said.

"night y/n" she said and let out a sigh.

i got in my bed and tried to fall asleep. i kept worrying about my mom though. i knew something was bothering her. i eventually was able to fall asleep but that didn't last long when i woke up in desperate need of water.

i got up and walked to the kitchenette we had in our hotel room and got a water bottle from the fridge. i took it back to my bed but as i passed my moms room in the hotel room i heard muffled sobs. she was crying and it sounded like she was hyperventilating. i quickly ran to my room and placed the water on my nightstand then went back to my moms room. i opened the door slowly.

"mom?? are you okay?" i asked as i walked in slowly. her head snapped up in the darkness in the room. i walked over and climbed into her bed.

"mom i don't know what happened but you need to breathe. remember what you taught me?? try and breathe on my face. just take deep breaths okay?" i said as i tried to stay calm. she eventually gained control of her breathing again.

"do you want me to get tree mom?" i asked. she shook her head.

"okay. um. do you want to talk about what happened? you don't have to if you don't want..." i said trying to think of what i could do to make her feel better. she just shrugged.

"here i'll go get you some water and then maybe we can talk?" i said. she nodded. so i got up to get her a water bottle. i went back to the room and mom was still crying silently. i gave her the water and she started sipping on it.

"mom i'm hear if you need someone to talk to. you're always there for me to talk to so the least i could do is return the favor." i said as i gave her a hug.

"i'm okay y/n really.." she said.

"i don't know mom. you were just having a panic attack...what happened?" i asked.

"just the media and my own fans turning against me..." she said.

"oh i'm sorry mom" i said as hugged her.

"it's okay y/n. i'm just worried. i don't want a repeat of 2016. that was a living hell for me and i was so depressed. it was not good at all." she said.

"mom you can vent to me it's okay." i said as i squeezed her hand three times.

"i don't know y/n. it's late.." she said as she looked down.

"mom i don't care if it's late. you're upset and i'm gonna comfort you like how you would do for me!" i said with a smile which she returned.

"well i guess...i don't know. i give my fans a whole fucking album, well really two with a total of 31 songs! and they're like demanding more...i'm just tired you know? i feel like what im giving them isn't enough. i work my ass off for them. then they're like attacking me for not speaking up about certain topics but in reality i really can't at the moment. i don't want to put you or your father in danger with my political views... and the fucking media. they all think i'm pregnant. this is like the millionth time this is happened. it makes me very self conscious. this is the type of shit that triggered my ed a while back. i just want to be left the fuck alone. it's sad that i have to go to lady gaga's fucking tiktok comments to address these fucking tabloids and their fucking issues on commenting on women's bodies. it's 2024!" she ranted as she cried.

"i understand mom. and i really really really wish there was something i could do about all this. cause trust me if i could, i would make all this stop in a heartbeat. just know you are one of the most strongest women i know. not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. you are an amazing person. and it's so sad to see a bunch of nobodies make false rumors just to bring down their ego. just think about it, are they the ones selling out pretty much every show in a stadium?? no they're not! you are because you are an amazing singer. please don't ever forget that. i'm so proud of you mom, so so proud." i said as i wiped her tears and held her hands.

"thank you so much y/n i really appreciate it. you've made me feel a lot better" she said with a smile.

"hey, i learned from the best!" i said with a shrug. she gave me a chuckle and smile and kissed my forehead. i laid with mom in her bed and we both eventually fell asleep.

sorry it's short but i felt like this needed to be written.

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