Taylor Swift Imagines

"Drunk (Taylor's version)"

A/N: This photos has a choke hold on me I swear ^^^, A BIG Thank you for welcoming me again my loves I'm so happyyyy. I really appreciate the support.

You are in your wife's apartment while doing your work, she asked her permission to go out with girl friends... You agreed and let her kissed you good bye

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It's almost midnight and your wife isn't back yet, Selena her friend said you don't need to worry cause she there with her... But as a wife you have the rights to worry

You are now really on her bed, waiting for any texts or call from her but maybe she's busy having fun with her girls.

Minutes of waiting for any updates from your phone, Selena called.

"Sel, hi is my Taylor okay?"

"Ah--- about that...."

"What?, what happened?"

"Well she---  Selena!!!! Is that Y/nieeee!?" Taylor interrupted, she probably grabbed the phone from Selena cause Selena was shouting 'give me my phone back, Tay'

"Y/nieee is this you?"

"Yeah baby it's me"

"Hi hihi"

"Hi princess, you doing good?"

"Yeah,,, I only drank a little I promise"

"I didn't asked, baby"

"Oh"

"Tay, give me back my phone now!" Selena ordered... You heard Taylor whined.

"Fine"

"Y/n, Come get her here... She's too drunk I swear to God she's a big baby when she drunk"

"I'll be there send me the address"

"I will, shit! TAYLOR GET DOWN"

You heard Selena shout before ending the call minutes later she sent the address with 'please come fast'.

As soon as you received the address from Selena, youhastily grabbed my coat and hurried out of the apartment. The drive to the location was filled with anxiety, your heart raced as you thought about your wife's condition.

After a short drive, You arrived at the club where my wife and her friends were. You quickly spotted Selena waving at you , a look of relief washed over her face when she saw you. Without wasting any time, you approached her.

"Where is she?"

Selena sighed and pointed to Taylor who was dancing on a table with her mojito. Oh God

"I tried, she won't listen" Your eyes widened as you saw your wife dancing drunkenly on the table. Seeing her in such a state filled you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"She's always been stubborn, even when she's drunk," you replied to Selena, a hint of fond irritation in your voice.

You  began walking towards the table, determined to bring your  wife down from her makeshift stage.

As you approached the table, you could see the other club-goers watching Taylor  dance with a mix of amusement and curiosity. Ignoring them, you focused your attention on your clearly intoxicated wife.

"Babe, what are you doing up there?" You asked, trying to hide the amusement in your voice.

Your wife, who was clearly inebriated, looked down at you with a lopsided smile and stumbled slightly on the table.

You  quickly reached out to steady her, making sure she didn't fall off the table. The situation was simultaneously endearing and frustrating.

"Come on, love, you're supposed to dance on the dance floor and stadiums, not on tables,"You teased, gently tugging at her arm, encouraging her to step down.