He knows how to ball, she knows Aristotle.
What more do I need to say?
It's like a cheesy high school romance.
[Taylor Swift x transmasc oc]
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1 - WesleyTucker
1 - WesTucker
1 - BlakeLively
2 - Real
2 - Swiftie
3 - TaylorSwift
5 - transmasc
CW: GRAUGUST MENTION ❗️❗️❗️ RAHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP ⁉️⁉️⁉️🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅‼️‼️‼️
Two chapters today because i accidentally skived off school and slept all day
Taylor Swift Updates @taylorswiftdaily Eliot singing Super Trouper by ABBA to Taylor at his annual Halloween Party
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The next morning, Taylor and Eliot awoke to the gentle hum of the city outside their hotel room. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over them. Taylor stretched, her eyes still heavy with sleep, and smiled up at Eliot. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice soft and warm.
"Good morning," Eliot replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Ready to face the day?"
Taylor sighed, nestling closer to him for a moment. "I wish we had more time together before I have to leave for Brazil."
"I know," Eliot said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "But at least we get to fly to Kansas City together."
Taylor nodded, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Let's make the most of it then."
They spent the morning leisurely, enjoying a quiet breakfast in their room and packing up their belongings. Eliot couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of Taylor leaving for her final two shows of the year. But he knew how important her career was, and he was proud of her accomplishments.
As they finished packing, Taylor slipped her hand into Eliot's and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "It'll be okay," she said, reading the worry in his eyes. "We'll see each other soon."
Eliot nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, you're right."
Their driver arrived to take them to the airport, and they made their way to the private jet terminal. The sleek, white jet was waiting on the tarmac, a symbol of Taylor's success and the many miles she had travelled for her fans. As they boarded, Eliot marvelled at the luxury and comfort of the jet's interior.
Taylor settled into one of the plush seats, patting the one next to her. "Come on, sit with me."
Eliot sat down beside her, and they buckled their seatbelts as the flight crew prepared for takeoff. The engines roared to life, and the jet smoothly ascended into the sky, leaving the city behind.
During the flight, they talked about everything and nothing, savouring their last moments together before their impending separation. Taylor rested her head on Eliot's shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns on his arm as they flew through the clouds.
"Do you ever get tired of all this?" Eliot asked, gesturing around the luxurious cabin.
Taylor smiled wistfully. "Sometimes. But it's all worth it when I'm on stage, seeing the joy in my fans' faces. That's what keeps me going."
