I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Sweet, Soft Bodyguard of Mine (Requested)

this was requested by labrastory on She's Eating Me Out, Mother [i think]

I tweaked it a bit since I wasn't that comfortable with your original request, but this is more or less the same.

for my butch girlies again!

think rep Taylor, think super active on social media Taylor

not proofread im sorry

You and Taylor have been together for a while now--five months, more or less, and you truly can't be happier. You're a former soldier, now working as your girlfriend's Head of Security who just so happens to live with her.

But you have quite a reputation for being as you are in the public eye.

"Is it true you punched a pap once?" Taylor asks, turning in your arms as you two lay in bed one night.

You chuckle and yawn, nuzzling her hair. "I did. He was getting too close."

Taylor's eyes widen a little in surprise, and she giggles. "That's just crazy ... but also kind of hot."

You laugh, unable to hold back the little smirk that quirks the corner of your lips up. "Glad you think so."

She shifts, resting her chin gently on your chest, and looks up at you, her diamond blues wide with love and fondness. "You know people say I should break up with you, right?"

You raise your brows, the statement catching you off guard. Your heart clenches at the thought. "I know, I've seen the ... the posts, the comments."

"I hate it," Taylor says, her tone much like that of a petulant child's, but dripping with hurt and frustration. "It's like ... like they see your past and they only focus on that. They don't see how sweet you are with me."

Your smirk returns at that. "That would be so bad for my big bad wolf image."

Taylor giggles again, a sound you love so, so much.

"I think the people deserve to see your softie side," she says softly, a little drowsy now. "I love it."

You only laugh and stroke her hair. "I'm not going anywhere, Tay. You're stuck with me."

Your girlfriend only gives a sleepy hum and a nod in return before falling asleep in your arms.

It's four days later when Taylor finally decides she's had enough. You had just pulled another one of your little stunts the day before, busting a photographer's lip at an award show because they got too far into your girlfriend's personal space for comfort.

Taylor was following you around like a lost puppy the rest of the night.

But the comments have only increased since, and she has had enough.

You're currently out, getting her some ice cream since she was craving some, and your phone suddenly goes off.

You open it to find hundreds upon hundreds of comments on one of your girlfriend's recent post in which she tagged you.

You raise your eyebrow as you open your Instagram, eyes growing wide as you see a video of you on your feed. A video Taylor posted. The caption is just two heart-eyed-cat emojis.

One where you were peppering her face with kisses and telling her you love her and that you'd scream it from the Hollywood sign if she wanted. It is no secret, that you really would, and you'd do it in a heartbeat just to see her smile.

The video captures such a cute moment: you both sitting on the couch, Taylor giggling uncontrollably as you shower her with affectionate kisses. You can hear her laughter ringing through the recording, a pure sound that always brings warmth into your heart.

It was never something you wanted to hide, but you are admittedly rather surprised your girlfriend would post that.

You don't bother scrolling through the comments, something you've learned to do far before beginning to date Taylor.

When you come home, with raised eyebrows and a smile on your face, your girlfriend is practically bouncing in her seat.

"You likey?"

You laugh. "Likey? I lovey."

"The comments are all so positive! They're finally seeing the real Y/N!"

Your smile softens as you set her ice cream in the freezer and go to sit beside her. "Yeah?"

"Yeah!" she exclaims, her excitement infectious. "Look at this one! 'I had no idea she was dating such a sweetheart!' And this one says, 'Officially Y/N's biggest fan!'"

You can't help but feel a rush of warmth at her enthusiasm. "That's great, Tay. I just hope they remember I'm still me--just with a soft side."

Taylor nudges your shoulder playfully. "Exactly! You're not just some scary bodyguard. You're my amazing girlfriend who just so happens to be really strong. And kind. And lovable."

"Don't forget incredibly humble," you tease, leaning in closer to her.

"Right, of course! But seriously, this is the best thing I could've done. You know, showing everyone that you're more than your reputation."

You watch her, your heart swelling with admiration. She has this incredible ability to turn challenges into opportunities, and it inspires you. "You really thought this through, didn't you?"

"Of course! I want people to see the side of you that I see every day. The side that makes me fall more in love with you every second."

You lean in and kiss her forehead, affection flooding you. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Only because I have you," she says, her voice softening.