What If Your Eyes Looked Up And Met MineOne More Time?

What if your eyes looked up and met mine One more time?

And now, my last plushie that I brought with me when I moved out. It's Pikachu, he's super duper cuddly! I used to have more but I didn't bring them with me when I left.

But I love all three equally. Your turn!

PIKACHU!!! I had an absolutely large one back then that was in a laid down position. I adore that you have him! and I'm sure the other plushies you had to leave are taking care of themselves, especially with any love you had given them :]

my last one is a giant black cat plush! its very squishy. this one's brand new while my other ones I've kept with me for years. it doesn't have a name yet either, so if you want, you can suggest one

I have a small keychain toothless plush too, sitting on my bag. I take it everywhere so I'll have something to keep me steady <3

fun fact; I once had gotten so excited on a vacation I neaaarly brought him and my bag to the ocean with me

the original lyrics for my boy only breaks his favorite toys:

“oh, here we go again, the voices in his head, ring out louder than our midnight sighs”

“i’m queen of the kingdoms he destroys”

“there was a litany of reasons why it could’ve been different this time”

“he said forever, then he blew it up”

“he was my best friend and that was the worst part”

“i felt more then, in brief moments, than with all the kens”

“‘cause he took me out of my box, left all these broken parts, and kept my tortured heart”

For Taylor Swift, could you do one where the reader is taking care of her when she is sick or Taylor is taking care of the reader when they are sick?

cold.

| T.S

Warnings: Taylor feeding R soup/a piece of sandwich, saying no to medicine, sore throat, coughing fits and fever

Summary: When the morning comes and you felt sick, Taylor was already up, deciding your breakfast. But when she realizes you were down with a cold, she quickly jumps to taking care of you.

Word Count: 3k

Category: fluff!

A/N: I'm so sorry for how late I am for this!! my motivation was down and I ended up accidentally doing this while I'm sick too, but I hope you enjoy this! I don't know if you're currently sick (or if you were), but I hope you're getting better :]

| Started on 15/07/2024, 8:28 PM |

| Finished on 28/07/2024, 10:54 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

"Taking my time, I'll show you the care I hold for you within my heart. Just how gentle. Just how soft, this love is.”

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It was quiet as Taylor stood in the kitchen, looking down on her phone. Her hand was on the cold metal of the fridge, having just finished writing down the tasks she needed to do, the paper now pinned on the fridge door.

At the side, the windows radiated a warmthness from them, the orange of the mornings that could never be beaten by anything else. The sunshine floods through the kitchen, sinking down from the marble counters and to the wooden floorboards.

In the distance, Taylor hears a small sneeze coming from the bedroom. She takes a small glance, but didn't take more mind to it as she focuses on looking through the refridgerator, trying to figure out what to make from the ingredients she already has.

She tries looking through the recipe book, trying to find more ideas rather than just going through the list of meals she can remember off the top of her head, but nothing came up as a big interest.

Instead, another thought pops up in her mind. You. "Baby, what do you want for breakfast?" she asks, her volume a little louder so you could hear her from across the room.

You were in the bedroom, staying laid in bed. Honestly, you woke up only a few minutes ago, your body realizing the missing presence of the familiar blonde. But that wasn't the worst of it. Your throat instantly felt weird, and you hid in the covers to shield yourself from the cold. Yet, no amount of changing your positions would help.

The door was open, Taylor's doing from the morning in case you thought she went to work from being up so early. Also just in case anything happens and she would need to run in to check on you. Right now? Sure, it isn't an emergency, but you felt like you would need her right in front of you without more time wasted.

"I don't know, you choose..." You tried replying with a bit of volume, even while your voice didn't want to be on your side today. Or, well, your throat, so she heard you, but your words didn't form anything.

Taylor blinks for a moment, trying to process what you said, but nothing seemed to form in her head. "I can't hear you!" she says, slowly closing the old recipe book with a crinkle of its spine. She went to turn around and was about to go towards the bedroom, but then she saw you, walking out.

You drag your feet, your posture slumped as you gently rub the edges of your eye. Taylor's expression soften at the adorable appearance, and she doesn't take long to round the island and go to you, her arms opening to wrap around your warm body.

She gazes down at you, a smile growing on her face as she tilts her head. "What'd you say, honey?" she asks softly, her hand reaching to move your hair back.

You let out a breath and swallow the weird feeling in your throat before gaining the courage to talk, your own arms going to return her embrace, but also to hold onto her.

"...anything that's soft...please," you whisper, your voice croaky and strained, something she noticed instantly. Taylor looks at you with concern, a thought coming to her that the warmness radiating off your body was starting to look like it wasn't just from you being in bed.

She leans back, wanting to take a look at your face. Your eyes held a sort of tiredness to them when they look up at her, but you did just wake up earlier, so she questions herself of her assumptions.

"...Are you sick, baby?" she asks, searching your face. Your lips were just slightly pouted, and the way you sniffled absolutely gave it away. Once you nod, it was confirmed.

"Aw...sweetheart." She murmurs, feeling you lean back into her, burying your face in her chest. She held a body heat, and it was all you wanted, after being so cold in the empty bed.

Taylor thinks about it for a couple minutes, trying to sift through the meals you'd like whenever you were sick. It was difficult, but not impossible.

"...Do you want soup?" she says gently, looking down at you again as you thought about it. But then you inhaled a breath, feeling the tickle of your nose. Soon, you sneeze off to the side, ensuring the germs barely hits Taylor.

She smiles, even though her expression held worry. "Bless you," she says, seeing you take a deep breath, and smiling back at her when you heard her words.

"Thank you," you whispered, leaning back in to her. Your arms were wrapped around her still, holding onto the warmth.

"Do you want soup, love?" Taylor asks gently, repeating her question in case you couldn't focus on what she said due to your sneeze.

But your fingers gently clutch further onto the fabric of her shirt, and you shook your head, resisting even the thought of any food passing by your painful throat.

Taylor's concern rises, but still her mind continues to go on for you, searching for words. She moves her hand up and down your back to comfort you in any way possible.

"It'll be warm, and it can soothe your throat," she whispers, looking down at you with the hopes that her gentle voice can help you find some courage. But with the quietness you went with, it was unlikely you were budging.

"You can eat it with bread too, if you'd like," Taylor adds, awaiting your response. You stay buried in her chest, trying to decide.

With the way her hand was comfortingly moving on your back, you gave in, and eventually succumb to a nod, one barely visible unless Taylor had been watching extremely closely, and she was.

Taylor smiles softly and pulls back, seeing your face that still held hesitancy. "Chicken soup, yeah?" she asks, her hand traveling up to touch your cheek gently, her thumb gently caressing your skin.

You look into her loving eyes and nod again, this time more visibly. The blonde's heart lightens at the sight of you agreeing, and her smile grew wider.

"Alright, just wait a few minutes." She murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of your head before pulling away, but right before she could slip from your embrace, you let out the smallest sound of protest and gently grab her hand, causing her to turn back to you, quickly picking up on how you wanted her to stay with you.

"Shh, its okay, I'm just going to make you your soup." Her palm gently trails up to the back of your head, her other hand rested on your back. You most definitely didn't want to leave her side, especially when your body felt weak and was contaminated with sickness.

"How about this, you can watch me make it, hm?" Taylor suggested, looking to your eyes to see whatever thoughts you seemed to have. She slowly tries to pull you to the kitchen, and when you follow without holding your ground, she smiles softly.

She gets everything ready, grabbing the pot and taking the ingredients for the soup from the fridge. As the soup was getting ready on the stove, you stayed by her at all times, your body feverish against her side and your head rested on her shoulder.

She wraps an arm around your waist, her thumb gently brushing, reassuring you through her touches. Your mind was scrambled, unable to focus on just about anything other than the motion at your waist.

Taylor had already made a sandwich for herself, ready in its container to eat later with you in case you needed encouraging with her company.

She heard your sniffling from her side though, and it was the sign of a stuffy nose starting to come into play with your sickness. Her eyes were transfixed on you as her hands went to go through your hair, hearing the sniffling growing more consistent.

She grabs a nearby tissue from the kitchen counter, turning to you to hand it down to you. "Here, love," the blonde whispered. You blink for a second, then took it to wipe your nose and turning away to blow into it.

Taylor watches you with a slightly sympathetic gaze, her hand moving up and down your back. Her eyes flickered from you and the soup that was starting to bubble in the pot.

Deciding its finished cooking, she reaches out with her other hand, lightly stirring the soup before slowing down the heat, and then turning it off completey.

Taylor glances back at you, giving your arm a gentle squeeze to let you know she'll return to being close to you, needing to keep you just a little further from the hot soup. You see her grab out a bowl, and a kitchen cloth to hold on to the small pot's handle so she could slowly pour it out.

The steam from the freshly made soup drifts up, resulting in more warmth entering the space of the kitchen. She puts the pot into the sink, letting the water fill it up slightly to clean later. Then, she picks up the bowl carefully, aware of the heat.

"Can you help bring my sandwich, baby?" she says, nodding towards the transparent container. She watches as your hand goes out, grabbing it from the counter and hugging it to your front as you lean back into her.

She smiles and guides you to the bedroom, trying to keep the soup from spilling with every step being mindful. Once you soon arrive, she lets out a breath of relief, setting the bowl on the nightstand.

You went to sit on the bed, getting comfortable. Taylor turns to look at you before she joins you and gently pulls you to sit in her lap, her legs criss-crossed.

As you try to process at simply being pulled like that, it wasn't long until you gladly accept the change of position. Facing her, you lean into her shoulder, tilting your head to look up at her.

She notices how you gazed up, the look on your face being adorable in her eyes, and her heart warms. Her hand reaches up to brush back your hair with her fingers, being gentle.

"Its gonna be a day full of cuddles, huh?" she asks in a whisper as she looks into your eyes, as if a secret for just the two of you. You let out a giggle and nod, making her light up with a smile herself.

She then grabs the bowl of soup from the nightstand, feeling that it was now less hot to the touch. Knowing you to be hesitant on swallowing anything, she takes ahold of the spoon, blowing on the soup lightly to then take a small sip of it, a hum sounding from her.

She looks to you, her gaze gentle as she lets the soup fill the spoon again. "Its delicious, trust me," she says, bringing it up to your mouth. Although you held full of trust for her, you couldn't trust your throat.

You move back, your lips turning into a straight line as you eyed the spoon, but she keeps her gentle gaze on you.

"Its okay, here, just one sip," she whispers, encouraging you by lightly putting her free hand on your back, the other hand moving forward.

She sees you slowly starting to accept, at least letting the soup touch your lips. Although you didn't fully take it, you had pursed your lips, tasting the chicken flavored soup.

For just a moment, your face relaxes, remembering how delicious it would be whenever she'd cook you things like these. Her hand had drifted back slightly to not force you entirely, but the corners of her lips raise up at seeing your realization. She decides to try again, moving it back towards you slowly.

You hesitate, but she waits patiently. After some seconds, you slowly open your mouth, taking the spoon in and letting the soup enter your mouth.

You hold it for a moment, feeling how warm it was, while at the same time feeling scared to feel the pain surge back. Taylor raises her eyebrows slightly and move her head in a gentle nod, which had you letting it go down your throat.

Just for a second, there was the burning, painful feeling that made you wince, but once it got down and filled your stomach with warmth, it was gone. You let your shoulders relax slowly, looking up to her.

She smiles and picks up the spoon again, helping you get the food in your system slowly. The feel of your cheeks flushing comes up almost as warm as the soup, and Taylor almost wanted to lovingly pinch them from how adorable you looked, even while you're sick.

"Look at you, being brave." She says, watching you chew the small bits and pieces of the chicken in the soup, enjoying the meal, although coughing here and there after swallowing.

"Just take it slow..." she murmurs, soothing you on your back. You eventually get the coughing fit to calm down, and you lean back into her, your cheek gently pressed against her shoulder.

As she gives you time to have some peace, she leans down to lay a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You let your eyes wander slightly, the only sounds going out into the space being of your breaths.

When you look over to the nightstand, you see her sandwich, half eaten, her stolen bites there as she helped feed you your own meal.

She sees your gaze transfixed on it, her eyes flickering from her sandwich and to you. A raise on her lips was paired with her heart jumping in happiness within her chest.

"You want some?" She asks, reaching over to her sandwich. You nod, and she smiles softly, pinching off a part of her sandwich to give to you.

You lean forward, and she puts it in your mouth carefully. She watches you chew it, savouring the taste, and processing if it was good. When you swallow, your face had brightened up slightly.

"Good?" she asks, looking at you curiously in waiting for the thoughts of her meal. You held a more at ease expression, and nod eagerly, happy with the taste, but then soon feeling the itch of a cough and then getting thrown into another fit.

Her eyes widen slightly before she grabs the water bottle from the side, unscrewing the cap for you and then handing it out. "Drink some water...slowly," she offers softly.

You looked up with a slightly pained expression, but you grab the bottle with slightly shaky hands and took a small sip.

You drank a little more water, at least until you calmed down, and you give the bottle back to her, swallowing the water. A breath of relief escapes your mouth as she sets the water bottle back down on the nightstand.

She turns back to you, her finger lightly tracing meaningless patterns on your arm. A few seconds after, she resumes to giving you the soup again, with the hoped that it will be a little more smoother.

Soon, you finished, and she had a smile on her face, the spoon going down on the bowl with a gentle clink. She looks up at you with a proud gaze, gesturing towards the now empty bowl with only the residue of the soup. "There you go, all done."

You saw that Taylor was about to get up, and you nearly let out a small noise of fear and protest, but she stops her movement for a short second.

"I'll still be here, I'm just going to send the dishes to the sink, okay?" she whispers, her hand taking yours to lightly squeeze, then kisses the skin softly. Slowly, she lays down your hand to the bed, patting it reassuringly before carefully holding the plate and bowl, going out the room.

You let out a gentle breath, watching the now empty space, awaiting anytime. It felt like forever, but her familiar blue eyes appear back into the room, meeting yours with a gentle smile, her hands holding a bottle of pills and liquid medicine.

She saw the way you looked at them, her eyes drifting downwards, but going up again, moving the bottles out to you.

"Do you want any medicine, sweetheart?" she asks, tilting her head. Your eyes were bleak and half lidded as you shook your head, curling up a little further in bed. Her eyes soften, and she slowly pulls her hand back.

"Thats okay, we'll just rest," she says, her tone understanding. She puts down the medicine on the bedside table, just in case you change your mind at any given time.

She steps forward, sliding to sit at the edge of the bed once more, her hand moving to push away your strands of hair that had gone out of place.

You gaze up at her, only your eyes having movement, and your chest rising and falling with every one of your breaths. But it then slows down with a deep inhale.

"Tay...?" you whisper out, your voice quiet and weak. Taylor's hand pauses its motion for just a second at the mention of her name from you in such a small voice, before she resumes the motion.

"Yeah, baby?" She whispers back, her gaze down upon you holding tenderness. Her hand was warm, and glided down to your cheek, making you lean into it.

"I'm cold," you mumble, your mouth in a pout. She lets out the smallest chuckle, her thumb going to brush over the tip of your nose ever so slightly in a barely noticeable boop.

"Come here then, honey." she whispers, only wanting to give you all the comfort you needed, rather than anything else but so. You stare at her for a second, contemplating being closer to her within your sickness.

She notices this, and knows you all too well to let it be. She smiles softly and assuringly, giving you an encouraging nod that made your heart soften.

"It's okay, I don't mind getting sick," she says, pulling you in without much pressure, as you slowly give in and let her slide you closer, your face burying into the warmth of her neck.

She kisses you atop the head gently, your hair tickling her nose just a little bit, but she didn't mind.

"Rest..." her hushed voice echoes out into the space of the room, her gentle touch upon your back, either drawing circles or rubbing a soothing motion.

"You'll feel better when you wake up," she says, hoping you'll take her point well. You relax, letting your breaths steady, and she can feel the exhaustion radiating from you, the breath your lungs release portraying your sickness.

"I love you, baby," she whispers out one final time, just a few words for you to hear before you close your eyes, giving in to the heaviness.

"Love you too..." you mumble out, full of sleepiness. She smiles softly, and soon closes her own eyes, too.

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