Clementine is a nervous and anxious soul and after she is employed by Taylor Swift to be a dancer on the Eras Tour, Taylor finds herself taking Clementine under her wing.

Fallon Leigh was always the girl no one really noticed. In high school, she was the quiet one who ate lunch in her dad's gym office, the girl who never quite fit in, the one everyone forgot - except Taylor Swift. Taylor had been the girl everyone noticed. The voice, the charm, the light that drew people in. Even then, between classes and locker doors, her eyes would find Fallon's - a brief look, a small smile, a soft "Hey, Fallon" in a crowded hallway that somehow meant everything. Years later, their lives couldn't be more different. Taylor Swift has lived ten lives since then - ten albums, countless sold-out stadiums, and a handful of public heartbreaks. Her latest breakup has left her raw and exhausted, so when her team insists she take time away from the spotlight, she returns home to Nashville - to the house where everything started. Fallon never left. After college, she came back to teach at the same high school where her father had worked before his sudden passing. With her mother gone since the day Fallon was born, and her older siblings living lives miles away, she's been left in the quiet of her father's old house - surrounded by memories, ghosts, and the kind of loneliness that hums beneath the walls. When Taylor moves back home, the two cross paths again - first by accident, then by something that feels a lot like fate. Fallon, the woman who never thought anyone truly saw her, and Taylor, the woman who's been seen by everyone but never really known, find each other in the stillness of a small-town autumn. It's a story about coming home, about grief and grace, about being seen after a lifetime of invisibility. TAYLOR SWIFT FAN-FICTION LESBIANS REAL LIFE.

"I gave her a name, a pink blanket, and a chance. I didn't give her a mother." In 2010, at the peak of her skyrocketing fame, Taylor Swift vanished for three weeks. The world was told it was exhaustion and grief over the sudden death of her first real love, Ron. They weren't told about the cryptic pregnancy that stayed hidden until labor. They weren't told about Maya Melissa, the girl with Ron's brunette hair and Taylor's haunting eyes, left at a quiet orphanage to protect a billion-dollar legacy. Sixteen years later. Maya is a ghost. A runaway surviving on $6 an hour, a microwave, and a thin mattress in a city that doesn't know her name. She has no last name, no family, and no future-just a shattered pair of earbuds playing the music of the woman who abandoned her. She's learned to stay quiet. She's learned to stay invisible. She's learned that forever is a lie people tell in songs. Until a rainy Tuesday in January 2026. A hit-and-run. A screech of tires. A black SUV that stops when it should have kept driving. When Taylor Swift steps out of that car to help a dying girl in the gutter, she isn't looking for a daughter. She's looking for a conscience. But as their eyes meet in the freezing rain, the 16-year-old wall of sequins and silence begins to shatter. One is the most famous woman in the world. The other is a girl who doesn't exist. What happens when the Loss of My Life isn't a song-but the person standing right in front of you? 🥇 #taylorswift 🥇 #abuse 🥇 #taylor 🥇 #tloas 🥇 #adoptedbytaylorswift 🥇 # Travis 🥇 # loml 🥇 #traviskelce

Sylvie (Vee) Jones, a 14 year old foster kid from New York. Her guitar and notebook is the only thing that's motivated her through the past four years of her life. Covering songs and writing songs, posting them on social media has been a constant ever since she turned 13. And one cover will spark the woman who created the song, changing Sylvie's life forever. A Taylor Swift adoption fanfic. disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfic, other than my OCS

Dónde Addison trabaja en un club privado.

Everyone knows Travis has the hots for Taylor. But there's two problems. One; she doesn't know he exists. And two; she's a very busy woman... *a short tayvis story*

"I MISS SCREAMING AND FIGHTING AND KISSING IN THE RAIN "Do you think it's possible to grieve someone who's still alive?" "Dude, I don't know, it's, like, 3am. Go to bed," WHEN IT'S 2AM AND IM CURSING YOUR NAME"