Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

If not my Ex then her Mom pt. 2

“You know,” she said, turning back toward the stove to refill her coffee, “for what it’s worth… I loved everything about last night.”

I looked up, surprised. “Yeah?”

She gave a quiet laugh and nodded, leaning against the counter with her mug in hand. “The dancing. The way you leaned into me like we were the only ones in the room. The way your body felt against mine. That tiny little gasp when I touched your neck?” She smirked, teasing now. “Unforgettable.”

I felt my face flush, but I didn’t look away.

“I wasn’t pretending,” she added, voice quieter now. “None of it was about revenge or impulse or… whatever messy headline someone might want to slap on it.”

Her gaze met mine again, steadier this time.

“I wanted you,” she said, simply. “I want you. And last night—being close to you like that? It didn’t feel wrong. It felt like something I didn’t even know I’d been waiting for.”

The tension in my chest loosened slightly.

“You didn’t feel like a mistake,” she continued. “You felt like the first right thing I’ve done in a long time.”

I swallowed hard, not sure what to do with all the honesty she was handing me. I was used to being left guessing. Tiptoeing around truths. But Taylor… she gave hers freely.

“Doesn’t it scare you?” I asked. “How messy this all is?”

Her smile turned a little sad. “Of course it does. You’re Callie’s ex. I’m her mom. That’s… complicated on its best day.”

I gave a breathy laugh, because yeah—understatement of the year.

“But I’m not going to punish myself—or you—for something that felt real,” she said. “Even if it’s messy. Especially because it’s messy.”

She stepped forward again, sliding between my knees like before, her hands finding my hips gently.

“I liked dancing with you,” she murmured, softer now. “I liked feeling your heartbeat against mine. I liked the way you looked at me like I was the only one who saw you that night.”

“You were,” I whispered.

Her smile deepened, warmer now. “Then let me keep seeing you.”

She kissed me—not rushed, not desperate, just slow and sure. The kind of kiss that didn’t ask for permission anymore, just gave it.

The front door opened with a clatter. Taylor froze and immediately pulled away. We both looked into the hallway.

Callie.

Karlie followed close behind her, keys still in hand, expression unreadable.

The silence hit first. Then the look.

Callie’s eyes locked on me—more specifically, on the side of my neck. Her face twisted like she’d been slapped.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she hissed.

Taylor stepped in immediately, voice calm but ice-edged. “Callie—”

“Seriously?!” Callie snapped, her voice going shrill as she stormed into the kitchen, her gaze burning through both of us. “You slept with my mom?!”

“I’m not yours, so I can do wathever I want,” I said before I could stop myself, sliding off the counter.

Wrong move.

Callie’s face cracked. “You have a hickey, Y/N. My mom gave you a hickey?”

“Oh my God,” Karlie muttered under her breath.

Taylor stepped between us now, shielding me with her body. “Lower your voice.”

“No,” Callie barked, “because this is insane. You’re my mother!”

“And you cheated on her!” Taylor finally exploded, the words punching through the air like lightning. “You don’t get to act betrayed after you were the one who shattered everything.”

Callie flinched. Her eyes glossed over, but her mouth stayed hard. “That doesn’t mean you get to seduce my ex!”

“I didn’t seduce anyone,” Taylor growled. “But I
did comfort someone who was heartbroken and abandoned by the person they loved. Because of you."

Karlie took a few steps forward now, hands raised. “Okay. Okay, that’s enough. Everyone breathe.”

But neither of them backed down.

“You don’t know what this looks like,” Callie said, voice shaking with fury and shame. “You don’t know how fucked up this is!”

“You don’t get to lecture me on morality,” Taylor snapped. “Not when you’re the one who couldn’t stay loyal. You broke her heart, and now you’re angry she found someone who actually gives a damn?”

Karlie turned to Callie slowly. “You cheated?” Her voice was soft, but underneath was a warning.

Callie hesitated. That said enough.

Karlie’s jaw clenched. “Jesus, Callie.”

“It was a mistake!” Callie said, defensive now. “I told her that.”

“And now you’re mad because she didn’t crawl back into your arms?” Karlie snapped, her cool composure finally cracking. “You hurt her. You lost her. And now you’re jealous?”

Callie looked between all of us—cornered, confused, unraveling.

“I think it’s time to go,” Karlie said firmly.

“What?”

“You need to leave,” she repeated, glancing at Taylor, then at me. Her voice softened only slightly. “Y/N doesn’t deserve this. Let her have some peace.”

Taylor’s expression shifted, her shoulders relaxing slightly. She nodded once. “Thank you.”

Callie didn’t move.

Karlie turned to her, no patience left. “Now, Callie.”

Without another word, Karlie gently grabbed Callie by the elbow and steered her toward the door. She paused just before opening it and looked back at me.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For what she did.”

I gave her a small, grateful nod, the lump in my throat too big to speak around.

Then the door shut behind them, and it was quiet again.

Taylor let out a breath and leaned back against the island, rubbing her hands over her face.

“You okay?” she asked, eyes flicking to me.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, voice hoarse. “But I’m really glad you didn’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

She looked at me then, something deep and soft in her eyes.

“I’d never pretend you didn’t happen,” she said.