Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

I care (mother imagine?)

Actually I wanted this to be a teacher story again, but I have the feeling that Iam writing to much Taylor Teacher storys so I changed this.🥴

I have the urge to write a Y/N x Blake Lively x Taylor story, should I do this??

Tw: Abuse, drug addiction, self harm
Y/N is 18
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"Go to your room I can't stand your ugly face", my so called mom said. With tears in my eyes I run into my room, looking it the second the door closes.

A look in the mirror showed me a bruise under my eye, which was my mothers doing. How bad I wanted to be with her right now.

Tears started to built as I looked at our chat. Should I text her? She gave me her number for emergencies, the day she found out about my living condition.

After a long fight with myself I texted her, knowing she's probably asleep.

Y/N
Hello Miss Swift, can we talk tomorrow?

Seconds after sending the message I thought it was a bad idea so I deleted it, but she already saw it.

Miss Swift
I saw it hun:) send me your adress, gonna pick you up, how does that sound?

My heart dropped a beat as I saw her message. The bound between me and Taylor was something special, although I've only met her once. We met in the bar I worked.

She knew I was way to young to work in a night bar, so she followed me to the toilet. I refused to talk to her but she gave me her number and said "Iam one call away."

Y/N
You really don't have to but sounds good, thank you so much!

After sending her my adress a smile appeared on my face, she was the one that cared for me.

Miss Swift
Thank you pook, be there in 5 pack some stuffxx❤️

Y/N
Thank you Miss Swiff:)<3

After packing a bag I tried to sneak out but my Mom saw me as I opened the door.

She gripped my arm. Then she pushed me against the wall, causing me to gasp in pain. The air was gone for a moment and I had struggle with breathing. "Ugh your so goddam pathetic", she growled before giving me a hard slap in my face.

"Where do you think you go?" She yelled at me. With tears in my eyes I looked at her, before I grapped my back an hushed out of the door.

There was a black SUV which I never saw before so I assumed it was Taylor. Fast I made my way to the car and as I came closer the car door opened and Miss Swift stepped outside.

"Hey hun", she said with a warm smile. The blonde one wasn't sure if a hug was to much, so she took my bag and placed it on the backseats.

"Thank you Miss Swift", I said with a nearly cracking voice. "Call me Taylor hun, do you want to come to my place?" She asked me, how bad she wanted to hug me, but she was scared of crossing a boundary.

"I'll go everywhere that's not my home", I responded with a low voice. So we drove to her place. As the blonde one stood infront of the door of a big mansion we stepped outside her car.

Then she took my bag and walked inside. I was a bit nervous, it was the first time that I saw her since the night in the bar. And beeing at the house of the worlds biggest singer isn't something that happens every day.

Taylor saw me beeing nervous and she knew why. "You don't need to be nervous Darling. Iam a human too and I think Iam really funny", she layed her hand carefully on my cheek and caressed it with her thumb before continuing.

"If you want, this can be your new home, so I want you to feel like home", my eyes widened and I finally was brave enough to wrap my arms around her.

The moment I touched Taylors body with mine, I started crying. Taylor was holding me as thight as she could. "It's alright Darling", she whispered in my ear, while rubbing slow circles around my back.

With her strong arms Taylor lifted me up to carry me somewhere. She placed herself on something, so I was sitting on her lap, my head burried in the crook of her neck and my arms wrapped around her upper body.

"Do you want to eat something? And then you tell me what's going on in your life?" Taylor whispered in my ear. It felt so comforting beeing in the warm embrace of her.

"Can I take a shower?" I asked unsure. Maybe she things Iam only using her. "Ofcourse, I'll lend you some of my clothes", she said with a soft smile.

I got of her lap. Taylor took my hand and lead me to her bedroom. It was a beautiful room, which suits her really well.

She browsed in her closet, then she gave me a shirt, sweatpants, socks and a fresh pair of underwear.

"Uhm do you have a hoodie?" Taylor turned around. "It's really hot?" She asked me. Indeed it was hot, but if she sees the scars, she will kick me out of her house. But Taylor understood why I wanted a hoodie.

"You don't have to be ashamed. You also don't have to hide something from me. Iam totally fine with you wearing a shirt", she assured me.

"Thank you Taylor", she was so caring for me. "You're welcome hun. The bathroom is right over there, I'll wait here for you", she pointed at the door.

After taking the shower I dressed in Taylors clothes. They were a bit to big but I her odor made me feel comfortable.

Only now Taylor saw the bruises which were covered with make up earlier. Her eyes widened as she saw me.

"Sit here, Iam going to clean your cuts up Darling." Taylor was a few seconds away. The blonde one placed herself on her knees infront of me and took my arm. Her touch felt like butterflies.

"This might sting a bit", she warned. Then she poured the alcohol on the wounds. I gasped a bit while she cleaned everything up.

Taylor looked up into my eyes. "My mom beats me up. She's a drug addict." At that point I couldn't even cry anymore, but the weight which was on my shoulders got less heavier.

"I don't wanna go home", my voice was a bit shaky, I've never opened up to anyone about my mom.

"You don't have to, this is your new home", Taylor leaned herself up and pressed her lips on my forehead.

"Thank you", I was overwhelmed with all the love she gave me. "For what?" She asked, her hand was on my cheek. Her body warmth felt like home. "For caring", a soft smile appeared on my face and Taylor couldn't help but blush a bit.

"Of course Hun! You deserve a happy life", she assured me.

After we ate dinner, Taylor and I watched a movie. It was weird at first, since I've never watched a movie with someone before. I was always alone while watching.

The blonde one noticed that I had struggle with staying awake so she wrapped a blanket around me and pulled me into a hug.

"You can sleep, I stay right here", she assured me. Her index finger drew lines on my back. "Thank you Taylor", I whispered before drifting up to sleep.

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I shoot up, with wide eyes and heavy breathing. In my dream I was at home, my mom beating the shit outta me. As she wanted to stap me with a Knife I woke up.

My hands were shaking. "What's up hun?" Taylor said with a sleepy voice. "Bad dream", was the only thing I managed to say. "Oh honey, come here. I'll hold you, you're safe with me I promise", I crawled into Taylors arms.

And as she said, the next morning I woke up with Taylor still holding me. She was asleep, but she didn't break her promise.