Karlie is in an accident, and Taylor has to navigate the repercussions

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 ౨ৎ ˖°.✧˖°. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 -ˋˏ [In Which two singers navigate marriage and their careers] ˎˊ

Gabriela Tavares didn't come to Hollywood to fall in love. She came to work hard, bake too many cinnamon rolls, and prove that she could stay soft in an industry that wants everything sharp. Her career is rising fast, even if her new PR team is determined to turn her into someone she's not. Still, she smiles. She adapts. She keeps her heart exactly where it's always been: hidden. Taylor Swift knows exactly how to play the part. Global icon, perfect hair, one-liners ready for the cameras. But underneath it all, she's lonely, overexposed, and way too good at pretending not to feel anything at all. Especially when it comes to someone like Gabriela. They meet once. It's brief. Forgettable. Except neither of them does. In a world full of noise and fake stories, what they find is real. No cameras. No scripts. Just two people who can't pretend anymore. The world might not believe it. But they do. --- As always, this story contains topic that some people may not be comfortable with. I won't give trigger warnings throughout the book, so please stop reading if you ever feel uncomfortable. Some of the topics mentioned throughout the story (in no particular order): -profanity -explicit content -disordered eating -homophobia -annoying ass men --- Please do not translate this or use any of my characters or writing without permission! -- 🥇in #swift 🥇 in #taylorswift 🥇 in #swiftie

You were just trying to survive Los Angeles-small apartment, hellish job, long nights on foot. You didn't know she was watching. Taylor Swift is a global icon. Beautiful. Untouchable. And not human. She's spent her whole life hiding what she is. But when she smells you, something changes. Your blood sings to her. Your body fits too easily beneath hers. And when she bites, she doesn't stop soon enough. Now you're alive, barely. And she's already tasted you. You don't know her name. You don't remember her face. But she remembers yours. She hears your pulse in her dreams. And she will not let you go. Obsession is a monster. And it wears red lipstick.

~ got a girl with california eyes and I thought that she could really be the one this time. But I never got the chance to make her mine because she *is too* in love with little thin white lines ~ They say beauty is pain but is it really? Is less always more? It seems to be that way, at least for Taylor Swift, who strikes to meet every beauty standard there is to meet. In the world of fame she lives in, her drastic weight loss doesn't go by unnoticed, and only hours after the final show of her successful Eras Tour she finds herself in a psych ward, forced to face her relentless struggles with food. Not long after the events of the famous singer being dragged to the psych ward, Maeve - a homeless drug addict roaming the streets of LA - is met with a similar fate as she wakes up in that same psych ward after an unintentional overdose. How will things work out for them? Can they win their internal battles? Will they make each other's lives even more miserable in the process or could they actually find comfort in one another?

Taylor Alison Swift isn't just a CEO - she's a legacy. A former global pop star turned billionaire powerbroker, she commands boardrooms the same way she once commanded stadiums: flawlessly, mercilessly, and in heels sharp enough to kill. She built an empire. She retired the fame. She doesn't look back. The new intern wasn't supposed to catch her eye. She wasn't supposed to have a mouth made for sin or a stare that challenged Taylor's control. She wasn't supposed to look like temptation wrapped in inexperience, offering herself up like a secret too dangerous to keep. Taylor hires her anyway. And then she breaks every rule in the handbook-starting with the one that says you don't bend your intern over the desk. But lust has teeth. Obsession has a clock. And when their filthy little arrangement starts to taste like more, Taylor has to ask herself: How much power is she willing to lose... for a girl who was hired to kneel?

Taylor Swift, 29, was once the darling of the critics-talented, award-winning, and respected. But after her ex-girlfriend, a powerful influencer, publicly broke up with her and accused her of being "incapable of love, arrogant, cold, and selfish," her career took a nosedive. No contracts, no red carpets, no brand endorsements-Taylor became persona non grata in Hollywood. On the other side, Y/n Moore, 24, was once hailed as an acting prodigy-successful in teen franchises and award-winning dramas. But early fame came at a price. The industry is ruthless to actresses who grow up outside the perfect mold, and now she's facing the dreaded "last chance" before being discarded. Both are cast as leads in an indie LGBTQIA+ film. The only requirement? They must fake a relationship off-screen to attract media attention and save the project. The problem? They can't stand each other. Taylor thinks Y/n is spoiled and fake. Y/n thinks Taylor is stuck-up and emotionally hollow. But the media eats it up: fans go wild, shippers spin theories, and paparazzi follow their every move. Between filming, promotional events, and carefully staged public moments, something unexpected starts to happen. The hostility begins to crack, revealing old wounds, insecurities, and a chemistry neither of them is ready to admit. And then comes the question no one can ignore-not the public, and certainly not them: what if the act is becoming real?

"Like what you read?" Taylor is standing just inside the door now, laughing softly-her arms crossed, her head tilted. There's a wicked glint in her eyes, and that signature smirk on her lips. "What are you doing here?" she asks through a chuckle. "What are you?" You blurt, not really realizing what you just said. Her brows shoot up in amused surprise. "What am I-? This is my office," she replies with a light laugh. "Right," you mumble, cheeks going warm. "Sorry. You scared me." "Well, sorry for walking into my own office," she teases. "You're the intruder here."

"you're mine." ••• Taylor Swift x Fem Reader enemies to ?lovers? kinda toxic at first tbh... but we will see where things go