Down bad (Taylor Swift x Female reader)

Part 1. The Eras Tour

You had been personally invited by Taylor to meet her backstage after your Eras tour show, and you were ecstatic. It started with your best friend somehow scoring VIP tickets on resale. You weren't entirely sure that they were legit, but somehow they were, and you queued up from the early hours of the morning to secure front row tickets. You had spent ages on your outfit, and you were proud of how it looked; apparently Taylor noticed as well.

Part way through the Lover era, you were already screaming and crying, sure that you looked like a mess, but not particularly caring, when Taylor made eye contact with you. This in itself would have been a cause for lots of yelling, but you were sure you saw her gaze darken. You shook it off as delusion, seeing as you felt so high you could ascend to heaven at any moment, but during the rest of the show she made eye contact with you exactly 7 times.

After Karma ended, and you stayed for a few minutes and basked in the energy of the stadium, eventually filing out with everyone else. Walking out and talking excitedly with your friend, suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder and swivelled around, earning some muttered remarks from the people around you who you held up. You apologised quickly and focused on them.

"Hi, Y/N, right? Taylor has requested to meet you backstage, so if you could follow me..." The man gestured for you to follow and you followed, throwing a look of pure shock and exhilaration over your shoulder, and shrugging while you both lost each other in the crowd. After battling against the flow of the people exiting, you were led backstage, breathing out a sigh of relief as the noise died down and the air became cooler.

You could feel yourself practically buzzing with excitement as you saw a door come into sight that said 'TAYLOR'S DRESSING ROOM'. Underneath it was a handwritten sign; 'Do not disturb unless you're tree or something's on fire'. You chuckled to yourself at the sight of it, seeing that she was exactly what you had imagined she'd be in real life. You were ushered into the room, and you nervously knocked.

"Come in," The sound of your all-time favourite singer (and celebrity crush)'s voice inviting you into her own private dressing room sent butterflies rippling through your stomach. You tentatively nudged the door open, poking your head in.

"I'm not Tree and nothing's on fire, but I got told to come in here, I hope that's okay," You waited anxiously for her response, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers.

"Oh come in, come in, sit down," She invited you in and you perched on the couch opposite her. She was still in her Midnights bodysuit, your favourite one, with her makeup not yet removed. The only thing that proved her as not ready to jump back on stage was the fluffy slippers which adorned her feet- you had become very conscious that this was real, and that Taylor Swift herself wanted to meet you. You found yourself staring at aforementioned fluffy slippers as you wondered what to say next. You didn't have to wonder for too long, however, when she spoke again.
"So, Y/N. You might- well, you must be wondering why you're here,"

"Y-yeah, I am," You admitted, a deep red blush creeping up your neck at Taylor knowing your name.

"I've seen your posts on Instagram, and I also love watching your TikTok's," She smiled charmingly at you, who's face was painted with shock at the fact that she knew who you were prior to, well, right now. "So when I saw you in the audience, I simply had to meet you in person,"

You remained silent, though not out of any negative emotions. You were just in shock that this was reality, that Taylor Swift knew your name, and that she asked her team if they could get you so she could meet you. You must have gotten lost in your own thoughts, getting snapped back into reality by the voice of the singer in front of you talking again.

"I apologise if I made you uncomfortable, I just... I just thought that we could chat, maybe exchange numbers or something," She said quietly. You were oblivious to the fact that her intentions were not, in fact, to 'exchange numbers', but something far more well planned, that you would find out in good time.

"No, no not at all, you're just like, my favourite artist of all time and now that I'm meeting you in person this kind of feels like a dream and I don't know what to say," You gushed, offering her a meek smile at the end of your babbled sentence. She giggled in response, beckoning you to come and sit next to her. Your breath caught in your throat as you stood up and sat next to Taylor, leaving a space between your legs out of respect for her personal space.

The two of you sat and chatted for a while, and you slowly became less awkward. It started to feel as though you were chatting with a friend, not a world famous pop star who was still in her concert attire from a show that tens of thousands of people attended. Occasionally your arms or hands would brush, sending butterflies wild around your stomach, and sometimes painting a maroon blush across your cheeks that you hid as best you could.

"Would you like a drink? You look thirsty," She offered after some time chatting. You nodded, honestly feeling rather in need of some water. She left quickly to go fill up two glasses, and you were left alone in the room. It briefly crossed your mind that it was weird she went into a different room to get the water, seeing as there was a tap in the one you were in, but perhaps the water there wasn't very good, or maybe not for drinking. Who knew.

She returned, passing you the water. You took a few large sips and returned to talking to her, still slightly fangirling over the fact Taylor Swift just got you water, yet over the past half an hour you had gotten better at pretending to be cool about it. You felt the room begin to go blurry, but shook it off as simply dizziness, and drunk some more water. It didn't go away, unfortunately.

"Y/N, are you alright? You don't look good," Taylor said, placing a hand on you arm in concern. You shook your head slightly, regretting it when the room spun around you.

"I just got really dizzy all of a sudden," You murmured, trying to stop yourself passing out- your efforts were in vain, however, when your vision became clouded with black, and you felt yourself flop back against the couch.

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Whoop Whoop! starting it off with a bang! Also for those who have read this far, thank you very much, this is No1FolkloreStan at your service.

I made this story on a different account so that i could keep my album stuff and my weird kinky kidnapping shit seperate, which is a good idea seeing as people I know read my other story! (IF I KNOW YOU IRL PLEASE GENUINELY DO NOT READ THIS STORY)

SO here's what you need to know;
1. will be very fucking kinky
2. rough and probably violent in parts but all sexual content will be consensual
3. WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED TO KNOW ITS A FUCKING KIDNAPPER X KIDNAPEE STORY IT'S SELF EXPLANATORY

what kinks do you wanna see?