Taylor Swift Imagines | gxg only!

NO PICKLES !!!

this is a shorter one, just a cute lil fluff piece i wrote after seeing this specific tay pic. doesn't she look so girlfriend??

 anyways i may not update for a while, im going to eras in 6 days n ive been packing/making more bracelets !! (toronto n3 here i come.)

What the fuck oh my god sit down!!!- is what you're thinking over and over in your head as you watch the blonde woman in front of you slide out of her seat.

"Taylor, Taylor, Taylor- sit your ass back down," you hiss at her, trying to keep your voice down.

Taylor ignores your pleading, just looking down on you smugly. She grabs the poorly wrapped burger and shoves it into the brown paper bag, picking it up. "No, thank you."

You groan, holding your head in your hands. The shop is relatively empty, and you're seated in the booth near the back. You look around anxiously, but try to avoid making eye contact with anyone. Taylor stands in front of your table, watching you. She pats your head and ruffles your hair, "I'm going nowwww!" she says in a sing-song voice.

You whine and look up at her. She's dressed semi-casual: a long sleeve button down with vertical baby blue stripes, a matching blue skirt, leather shoes with frilly ankle socks, and a navy blue baseball cap to top it off. You absolutely love all her outfits and how everything looks perfect on her, but she's so annoying sometimes!

"Taylorrrr... it's finnnneee!" As she takes a step away you tug on her skirt, and she turns her head to roll her eyes at you.

"Baby, let go," Taylor says, her voice sounding like heaven to you. But still, you refuse and shake your head. "Nooo!"

"If you don't let go I'm dragging you with me!"

With that, you quickly release your grip and watch as she makes her way to the counter. You knew it was inevitable, that's just the kind of person she is. It's sweet, really but gosh. Your heart is pounding through your body, as you anxiously watch.

From a few feet away you can clearly hear her voice as she clears her throat, peeking through the kitchen and waiting for an employee to notice her. When someone finally takes place behind the cash register, it's a young teen and they don't look too happy. Or maybe that's just your imagination, but either way you're nervous. Taylor smiles brightly at the person, you can't see her face but you know she's smiling. "Hi! I just had a small complaint."

The worker looks uninterested, fumbling with their name tag and barely looking up at your girlfriend, "Yes?"

"Okay so, we ordered two burgers, the uh, number six, and I got mine with everything on it but she asked for no pickles," Taylor explains, gesturing in your direction. You gasp quietly, why would she point you out?

The girl behind the counter lifts her head to look at you from under the visor with the brand's name on it, and then back at Taylor. "Okay. Do you want us to make you a new one?"

Taylor beams, looking back at you and sticking her tongue out in a 'I was right and I told you so!' kind of way, before answering the worker. "Yes please! Thank you!"

Once the order is passed on and they begin cooking again, the blonde walks back to you. She looks quite proud of herself as she sits in front of you again. "See, y/n? Everything's okay and they're making a new one!"

"Yeah but you really didn't have to do all tha-" you begin but she cuts you off, "Babe, I love you but just shut up. Why are you so against it anyways??" She tilts her head and massages your hand, showing that she means that in the best possible way.

"Well I don't know! I don't wanna be a hassle or anything."

"Oh please, they've barely got any work to do. Plus I'm tipping a lot. And they need to do their job right! You said no pickles!" She responds, looking like a golden retriever who has attachment issues.

"I guess so..." you mumble, and she grins. "Just trust me, it's fine."

"Order for Taylor??" Someone yells out, and she stands to go pick it up. Once she's back she drops the bag onto the table and gently holds your face in her hands. She smiles as she runs her thumb over your cheek, and then leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Here, no pickles," she giggles and sits down, but not before messing your hair up again. You scoff and lean forward to lightly flick her forehead. "Yeah yeah, thank you."

Taylor rolls her eyes and looks away dramatically, "How rude!" That makes you laugh, and you grab her chin to make her look at you again.

"I love you, Taylor," you whisper and kiss her soft lips. You can feel her smiling into the kiss as she gently does it back, then pulls away.

"I love you too, babe. Now let's eat."

The two of you settle down and eat your food, chatting about everything and anything. Seriously, how lucky were you to have her? She's just the best. 

(again, sorry this one was short! 😞😓)