Taylor Swift imagines (gxg)

(Taylor's version)

First of all, English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry if this is bad.

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You have an obsession of tattoos. You have four, to be more specific. One of them is name of your dog, you have a butterfly too, a name of your favorite song — Margaret — and a new one.

Your girlfriend, Taylor, has her old musics stolen from your past recorder lady, it's a very sad story, you know it very well. But, a specific interview caught your attention.

Taylor was telling about the whole situation, and that phase for sure make you think something.

"So, when something says in parentheses:'Taylor's version' next to it, that means i own it. Which is exciting!" You smile at this tik tok in your phone, you can't be more proud of her, she is your everthing.

Anyway, that insignificant tik tok made you have an idea. You definitely wouldn't regret it, she's been your girlfriend for 4 years and she's the best girlfriend possible.

You did it. Now, you have a tattoo which says: (Taylor's version), on your hips. You waited patiently for her to get home. She is working really hard on her new album, called the tortured poets department.

You were washing the dishes when heard the door being open, you instantly stop washing and dry your hands to receive your love.

When open the door and closed in the same minute, she walked through the door and a smile appears when she sees you.

"Hi, baby" She walks up to you, kisses your cheek and then your lips.

"How are you, my angel?" She asks softly, she places her hand on your cheek only to caress it.

"Better than ever" You answer, her face now hás a Alight ou confusões smile.

"Yeah? And may I know why?" She says, sliding one of her arms to your hips, in the exact place of the tattoo. You sighed with a little of pain.

You thought she hadn't noticed, but she knew every detail about you.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt, darling?" She was already a little worried about you, since you were the most important thing to her.

"Uh, no. It's not this..." Her eyes — which were on your hip covered by her shirt — went to your eyes.

"So... What's the problem? Can I see, please? I don't wanna leave you like this, if you hurt." She looks at your eyes with a little of pain.

"No, I'm okay, I swear." She relaxed a little with your answer, but still looks confused.

"Do you remember the interview that you talked about when it has 'taylor's version' on something it means it belongs to you?" She nodded quickly, still trying to understand you.

"So, I may or not made a tattoo with this on my hips" She quickly opened a disbelieving smile.

"Are you talking serious? Can I lift you shirt just to see it?" You nodded, and with a gorgeous smile she lifted your shirt.

"Oh my Gosh! This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever for me!" She knelt down in front of you and place a soft Kiss over your tattoo.

"Is it hurts?" She asks. You shake your head no.

"A little, but your kisses didn't bother me." She left one more kiss on your hips and stands up to kiss your lips.

"I love you, angel." She kisses you again.

"I love you more, Tay." She shakes her head to you, disagreeing with you answer.

"That is impossible, darling. But we will pretend it's true" She pulls you in for a kiss.

"How was the work?" You said after her kiss, she placed one of her hands on your cheek.

"It was okay, but I'm 10x better now with you." She spent a time staring at you with a love face.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing." It was a lie, it was everything. She gave a brief sigh and slid her hand to your hips again.

"So... you belong to me, Y/n?" She gave a small laugh when she thought about something, you answered her question with a nod.

"Yes, for sure." You answer. She placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Good, since you have a tattoo showing that you belong to me, I should also have one written :'Y/n's version' to show that I'm yours." You laughed a little loudly because you believed she was just joking with you.

"That was good, Taylor." You said hugging her. "I almost believed it."

She doesn't seem to understand, did you just say she made a joke?

"Why are you laughing? I'm serious." Suddenly, you pulled away from her embrace and looked straight into her eyes.

"What?" You asked. She gave a small smile and stroked his cheek with her thumb.

"I'm going to get a tattoo that says:(Y/n's version)" That was the moment you realized she wasn't joking.

"But... you don't have any tattoos." She shrugged, clearly not caring about it.

"I think one with your name on it would be wonderful for a start." You quickly gave her a big hug, putting your arms around her neck and hers went towards your waist.

"You are the best." You said and Taylor kisses your lips.

"Just for my girl."

And the next day Taylor posted a completely context less photo of the tattoo she had gotten with the following caption: "I belong to her (Yn's version)."