Taylor Swift is the definition of a American high school girl, the girl you imagine when watching a soppy teen romcom. Shes always dressed up, fashionably late and you can smell her perfume from a mile away. She's the Regina George of Rosevelts High. Gracie Abrams has had a very rough life. Her dads in prison ever since she was born, and two years ago her mom passed. Now eighteen, and a senior in high school she can live on her own and she takes that quite literally. Shes never on time, skips a lot and has more joints in her bag than pencils. She is surprisingly smart, not that anyone will notice her. She tries to lay low at her new school, Rosevelts High. As the two are forced to cross paths, a lot of interesting things develop. Individually but definitely together.

"She's mad, Taylor! Obviously you shouldn't keep feeding into her insanity!" "Yeah, I know. But it takes one to know one." -- Vienna Blanton doesn't hate Taylor Swift. She just has a grudge and a strong disliking of the singer. Although when she drunkenly tells a livestream this, the internet doesn't understand. Suddenly she's the new hot gossip, with her face painted onto the cover of every magazine. No matter how many times she refreshes her Instagram feed, she can't escape the drama. It wasn't meant to spiral out of control, and Vienna definitely didn't want to have Taylor Swift as a public enemy. Unfortunately for her, not everything goes according to plan. To release her stress, she finds comfort in an unknown number online that she accidentally dialed. Olivia, she goes by. A one time message turns into daily conversation, and soon they become friends. Or more. Vivi and Olivia. Both of them are lying to each other, trying to hide their real identity. What would happen when they find out they actually already know each other? -- This story contains serious topics that may be triggering to some readers. Please read at your own discretion, and put yourself and your mental health first. Also, this story is mature, and contains some scenes that aren't appropriate for younger readers. -- I do not own Taylor or any of her work. I only own my own characters, including Vienna, her friends, and other characters. Please ask before you use them! Do not translate this story. Do not steal this story. Please ask for permission before using anything from it. Love you lots! #1 in swiftie #1 in folklore

Gracie Abrams has just moved to New York with her daughter Skylar Abrams. They've always had a great relationship until Skylar makes a best friend who had a very interesting mom. Izzy Swift is your typical teenager, smoking, drinking and skipping class. Whilst her mother Taylor Swift is handing out cookies at the local homeless shelter. What will happen if the two complete opposite parents meet? a taygracie wlw story

Taylor Swift has been working at Eleanor Roosevelt high school as an English teacher for over two years now. Shes the kind of teacher that bakes cookies for the class and supports every football game. Gracie Abrams has always hated high school. So what was she doing being an English teacher? She's just started and actually kind of enjoys it. Shes the kind of teacher who arrives in sweats, still hung over from the night before. Complete opposites. What will happened when two cross paths?

"You're staring at her," my friend sighs. "I'm not," I reply. "Simply just gazed over in a direction and she was there." "Then why was that look on your face?" "What?" I ask. "What look?" "You look a certain way when you see her," she informs. "You look at her and it's like you are staring at some sort of galaxy." "And?" "You love galaxies." ---- In which Taylor Swift, months before the biggest tour of her career, disappears not for rest, but for something more intimate: silence, slowness, and a borrowed kind of anonymity. She takes a position at a small university under conditions wrapped in non-disclosure and sealed lips, trading stadiums for seminar rooms and lecture halls, and the spotlight for the sound of her own thoughts, uninterrupted. She comes to teach, to disappear without vanishing. To slip between the chapters of someone else's life without rewriting her own. Vivienne Langford is already a name on campus-well-liked, well-feared, and rarely understood. She moves like someone who knows every eye is already on her, speaks with a kind of careless precision that leaves people listening long after she's gone. Confident. Mouthy. Brilliant without ever begging to be noticed. There are rumors, of course. Girls like her always collect them. Taylor tells herself it's nothing. That she's in control. That this semester is about literature, not longing. But pages turn. Eyes linger. And Vivienne begins to feel less like a student and more like the story Taylor can't stop reading. Boundaries blur, silence speaks louder than names, and the line between desire and danger becomes paper-thin.