Taylor Swift Imagines | gxg only!

bf tay (*?)

hello! not me literally uploading like once every 3 months... anyways hope you guys like this. (fluff/teasing?? its not smut? but they're a bit touchy)

It's cold. The sting of the sun in your eyes makes you wince, and you instinctively reach your arm over, but it ends up hugging nothing but air. Confused, you sluggishly sit up while rubbing your eyes. Falling off your shoulders, the comforter pools around your waist, the morning chills sending goosebumps down your skin. Where's Taylor? You grumble, it's just way too early for this. As you finally focus your eyes, you panic when you can't read the writing off the posters off the wall—-before remembering your vision is shit. You move the blanket and shift yourself so that your legs are dangling off the side of the bed, and you grab your glasses from the polished wooden side table. Taylor had insisted that you two simply had to have ones that went with your antique bed frame. A whole day was spent searching every nook and cranny online to find the perfect match, then driving hours away to go pick it up from some shady alleyway or the basement of someone's grandmother. She's extra like that, but it's cute.

Stumbling out of bed, you don't bother to change out of the extra large t-shirt you stole from Taylor's side of the closet. Shit- it's cold. You glance down. Putting on some pajamas would probably be a smart idea, but you never really preferred to. Besides, your legs weren't ready to do more walking than they had to. After checking all the rooms upstairs and behind the shower curtains twice, you make your way down to where the sound of angelic humming was coming from. As you're peeking around the corner, she immediately notices you, her blonde hair still messy and swaying as she walks to you. She's wearing some grey sweats and a tank.

"G'morning, baby," Taylor says softly into your ear as she gently grabs your hips and pulls you close to her. She envelops you in a warm hug, kissing your head.

"Mornin' Tay," you yawn, still sleepy as you begin sniffing. "Are you cooking?"

Taylor pulls away and stands in front of the stove, grabbing the spatula from a little tray on the side and flipping something. "Yup! I don't know if you wanted blueberry or chocolate pancakes today so I made both," she gestures vaguely at the counter behind her, not really looking properly, "there's already eggs somewhere there."

You can't help but smile as you pull out a barstool to sit down. "Gee, you didn't have to do all this. You could've stayed in bed with me!"

Taylor turns around and chuckles, "I wanted to cook for you! Besides, I was already awake."

A flash of concern is displayed on your face as you furrow your brows. "You okay? Couldn't sleep again...?"

The taller woman slouches forward, her forearms on the counter to be at your level. She glances into your eyes for a second before looking away. "Yeah, but I'm okay."

"Tay-"

She interrupts you, placing a hand on your cheek and pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. In a more serious tone she says, "Y/n. I'm fine. Don't worry about it and eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

Taylor smiles, and you trust her. She would tell you if anything bad was happening to her, and you always knew anyway. Right now, you don't have to be concerned.

"Okay, I love you."

Taylor laughs, "I love you too." She grabs the handle of the pan and brings it off the stove, using her other hand to plop the pancakes in a stack onto your plate. She's about to clean up her supplies before you whine. Taylor turns around and raises an eyebrow, "What?"

"Come sit with me! Clean that later, I'll help you. Come heereeee...!!!"

She rolls her eyes and pretends to be annoyed, but she promptly grabs a plate and takes the seat next to you, scooting it closer together. "So needy."