I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

My Brother's Girlfriend

ew the title has me cringing but okay

think younger tay but rep hair + looks and dressing like red tay

to all requestors (is that right) out there, i'm working on them y'all 🫶💙

Your nose scrunches up in disgust as your brother, Connor, walks into your room, his face contorted in displeasure.

"Will you clean your damn room?" he asks, kicking a hoodie you left on the ground.

You sit up and toss a pillow at him, hitting him square in the face. "Get out of my room!" you yell.

He throws the pillow back at you, but you laugh at his terrible aim when it falls to the ground after hitting the window by your bed.

"My girlfriend's coming over to meet Mom and Dad, don't---"

You roll your eyes. "Don't what, Connor? Breathe? Exist?" you interrupt, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at him. "Relax, I'm not gonna embarrass you in front of your precious girlfriend. Your existence does that on its own."

Connor glares at you, clearly unconvinced. "Just . . . don't be weird, okay? And for the love of God, put on a clean shirt."

You scoff, grabbing a random hoodie off the back of your chair and pulling it over your head. "Happy now? Jeez, you act like I'm some kind of troll."

Connor mutters something under his breath before stomping out of your room. You shake your head, flopping back onto your bed. Great, another evening of listening to your brother trying to impress someone.

A little while later, you hear the doorbell ring, followed by the unmistakable sound of your mom's overly enthusiastic greeting. Curious, you wander downstairs, pausing at the bottom step when you see her.

Taylor Swift.

She's the girl in your grade who's always been too popular for her good, too smart, too pretty. And she's standing in the entryway, a shy smile on her face as she tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She looks . . . radiant. Totally out of place next to your brother, who's awkwardly shifting from foot to foot like he doesn't know what to do with himself.

"Hi," Taylor says, her voice soft and melodic, and for a moment, you forget how to speak.

Connor spots you lurking and glares. "What are you doing?" he hisses.

"Just saying hi," you reply, stepping forward and holding out a hand to Taylor. "I'm Y/N, Connor's older sister. Welcome to the madhouse."

Taylor laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and shakes your hand. Her grip is firm but gentle, and her touch lingers a second longer than it probably should.

"Nice to meet you," she says, her eyes meeting yours. There's a flicker of something there, something that makes your heart skip a beat.

Connor clears his throat loudly, breaking the moment. "Alright, enough. Taylor, let's go to the living room." He shoots you a pointed look before leading her away.

You watch them go, something stirring in your chest as you catch the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

This might get interesting.

ⅩⅢ

Dinner that evening is an exercise in both torture and fascination, a predictably awkward affair. Connor is trying way too hard, laughing too loud at his own jokes and peppering Taylor with questions about her classes, her interests, and her plans after graduation. Taylor, to her credit, answers politely, but her eyes wander. And more than once, they land on you.