Being a personal crime scene cleaner/body remover for the more known names of Hollywood wasn't exactly what you imagined you'd be doing after graduating high school, but college is expensive, and there aren't many good-paying jobs that are just given out to people who barely graduated. After 4 years in the industry, you've had your fair share of encounters with celebrities whose fans couldn't even fathom the thought of them being involved in the shit you've had to scrub out of the grout in bathrooms (you swear you're aging quicker because of the amount of time you've spent on your hands and knees doing that). You didn't think you could be surprised with any job you're tasked with, that is until a certain blonde needs help getting rid of her human blood bags. - Taylor Swift x fem!oc Fastburn Content warnings! G!p Taylor Smut Descriptions of gore/violence Cannibalism Disclaimer: I am not assuming Taylor's sexuality, this is complete fiction.

"I'll sue you for slander." "Well, that would prove my point, wouldn't it?" IN WHICH - Dorothea Madison is a wife and mother who is supposedly living her dream life in The Lakes, an Upstate New York suburb known for its nature and happy people. She has the house, the kid, and the pride of her job as an entertainment content writer for a major publication in NYC. On paper, and according to her Follower counts, she has it all. But even having the *perfect* life gets a little boring, and so one day she decides to take one of her writing assignments a little off-script. Little does she know that Taylor Swift, AKA the subject of her article, would not find this little attempt at escaping boredom to be the least bit entertaining. *Note: This is a work of fanfiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. *This is an original work of mine. Please do not reproduce or copy this story in any way. Any evidence of this will be reported.*

Liberty Fierro is used to living on her own terms, partying recklessly all night and doing it all over again the next day. But when one night goes horribly wrong, her mother steps in with an ultimatum: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱. Monroe Leclair's reputation as a therapist is as infamous as it is dangerous. She's calm, calculating, and hiding secrets that no one in their right mind could possibly guess. As the lines blur between healing and obsession, Liberty has to wonder if Monroe is saving her, 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.

If you never bleed, you're never gonna grow. And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know. An interview with Taylor Swift leaves you with more questions than answers, and a little less blood than when you arrived. VAMPLOR! Reader, second person (no y/n)