Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

Blood Pet (smut)

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I was late. Again.

My heart pounded as I sprinted through the halls of my college, dodging groups of students and muttering apologies as I brushed past them.

My backpack bounced against my back, the weight of my books and my precious iPad making every step feel heavier. My professor was strict, and I couldn’t afford another tardy mark. Not when I was already struggling to keep up.

I turned a corner too fast—

And crashed straight into someone.

The impact sent me sprawling backward, my backpack slipping off my shoulders.

My books, notebooks, and iPad tumbled to the floor with a sickening clatter. The sound of my iPad hitting the ground echoed in my ears, louder than my own gasp.

“No, no, no—” I scrambled to pick it up, hands shaking as I turned it over.

The screen was shattered, long cracks splitting through it like lightning. My stomach dropped.

I could already feel the tears welling up, burning the back of my eyes. I couldn't afford another iPad. I barely had enough to cover tuition and rent.

“I am so, so sorry.” A smooth, familiar voice rang in my ears.

I looked up. My breath caught in my throat.

It was Taylor Swift.

Taylor Swift.

My professor.

Americas Sweetheart.

Standing in front of me, wide-eyed, apologetic, and very real.

“I—I—” My voice cracked. The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over. It wasn’t just the iPad.

It was the stress, the money problems, the overwhelming weight of everything I had been trying to juggle. And now, this.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Professor Swift murmured. She crouched down, helping me gather my scattered books. “I didn’t mean to run into you. Are you okay?”

I shook my head, my lip trembling. “M-my iPad…”

She picked up the device carefully, examining the damage. “This is bad,” she admitted, frowning. “You use this for school, don’t you?”

I nodded, wiping at my cheeks furiously. “I—I can’t afford another one.”

Taylor was silent for a moment. Then she stood up, shouldering her own bag. “Come with me.”

I blinked. “What?”

“Come with me,” she repeated, offering me a reassuring smile. “I think I can help.”

My mind whirled.

This had to be a dream.

But as I stood there, surrounded by my scattered belongings, Professor Taylor Swift—my instructor, my favorite singer, the woman who had unknowingly soundtracked my entire life—was waiting for me.

I followed Taylor in a daze, my broken iPad clutched tightly in my hands. My heart pounded—not from running this time, but from sheer disbelief.

She led me down a quiet hallway, away from the crowded corridors of the college, and stopped in front of a door. Without a word, she unlocked it and stepped inside, motioning for me to follow.