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shark tooth necklace.

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Warnings: vaguely proofread and a very fluffy fic is all

Summary: A beach day with Taylor and getting yourself a shark tooth necklace leads up to you finding a use for it, and Taylor building a sandcastle for herself.

Word Count: 2.6k

Category: fluff

A/N: I found something revolutionary and I have to share it with you guys in this fic (which is quite silly/childish, its just of being able to open things with a shark tooth necklace)

P.S, I hope you are all doing well<3

| Started on 12/07/2024, 9:53 PM |

| Finished on 18/08/2024, 12:18 PM |

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"If I'm gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love."

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It was a day at the beach, where the seagulls were flying high and making sounds that mixed in with the waves that were crashing over sand.

Taylor was sitting at the spot that you decided on together, the towel underneath, keeping her safe from getting sand in her clothes as she stays laid down, enjoying the wind and the warm sun.

You had found a shop selling shark tooth necklaces earlier when you were searching for a spot, and when Taylor saw the absolute happiness in your face, you went in together to buy it.

So here you were, dipping your feet in the water. Taylor wanted to swim later, but the cool ocean water was far too tempting for you to hold yourself back from at least feeling the waves against your skin.

She was making a small sandcastle just beside the towel she sat on, using the bucket and a shovel kids use, because, why not?

The blonde glances over at you when you eventually went away from the water and came to her side, but it wasn't long before she focused back on her sandcastle, wanting to create a kingdom of her own.

You laugh and smile, your heart lightening at the sight of her so transfixed on her little sandcastle, her brows furrowed and her legs criss-crossed.

The bag of chips crinkled when you picked it up from the plastic bag you and Taylor brought along, inside holding many other snacks to eat.

Your fingers slip a little as you try to open the plastic with your fingers considering your skin wasn't dry, so you contemplated on asking for Taylor's help, but her hands were covered in sand in the meanwhile.

As you thought about it, you nibbled on your lip, your hands struggling, but then an idea comes into your mind, and you look down to the shark tooth necklace you were wearing.

Smiling, you reached to grab the tooth resting on your chest and point it to the chip bag, then put pressure with the sharp part, succeeding in poking in a single hole. Your eyes brightened and your smile grew wider at the revelation, so you look up to your girlfriend before continuing.

"Tay! Tay! Look," you call her name to get her attention, and she pauses her sand castle making to turn to you with a curious hum, wondering whats gotten you so excited.

She tilts her head when you hold your shark tooth necklace up, but when you poke another hole in the packet of chips and let it slide across so it could cut it open, Taylor's mouth falls open with a gasp. She lets out a laugh, in awe and surprised at your finding.

"Oh, my gosh, baby..." She giggles, shaking her head, but you were looking at her so proudly of yourself, she couldn't even be embarrased at the sight.

"You are unbelievable," Taylor murmurs, brushing off the sand from her fingers to the corner of the towel you both sat on while you smiled and ate your snack happily.

"Want some?" you offer, putting the crinkly bag out to her, and she turns her head to look at you once more, accepting with a light nod.

"Mhm." She reaches out, grabbing two chips and putting one in her mouth, crunching it with her teeth.

"At least it has another use rather than just making you look really cool, huh?" She says, still smiling as her free hand goes to your shark tooth, feeling the texture and ridges, the sharpness brushing against her fingertips.

You laugh, and nod. "You're getting sand all over my necklace, baby," you say, watching her let go and return her hand back to her side, giggling softly.

"Sorry...just wash it in the water, sweetheart. The ocean is right there." she replied, tilting her head towards the huge water source of the ocean sitting right across from the two of you, then Taylor turns back to her original position.

You shook your head with a smile, seeing her resume the building on her sandcastle. But you didn't want to stay simply in one place for another while longer, with the crashing of the waves and the wind inviting you to have fun, your eyes flicker from the water and Taylor's adorable sight of her building.

"Can we go search the sand for some shells?" You ask, moving closer to her, sitting just behind her back.

"Mmmm, but I'm not finished with my sandcastle..." she murmurs, her movements careful as she touches up on a part she just put down out from the sandcastle bucket.

You bit your lip, leaning to your side to see the castle, and one of your fingers go out, teasing to just slightly poke a small hole, but she sees it in the corner of her eyes and stops you.

"Don't touch," she said, scolding you and gently pushing your hand back, and you giggle at her protectiveness simply for something so small.

"But Tay...you've been working on that for the past half an hour." You mumble, wrapping your hands around her waist and nuzzling into her shoulder. She froze, her heart turning warm at the gesture, and she turns her head, her eyes seeing the person she loves so much. She thought about it for a moment before a smile slowly raises on her lips.

"Okay, but only if you help me finish later," she says softly. Your face brightens, but it turns into shock when she reached out to place a boop on your nose.

"Hey!" you whine, and she lets out a giggle, protecting her own nose with the back of her hand in case you fought back. You even felt some sand on your nose, and you wipe it away.

You went to target her nose too, but she leans back, avoiding your attack. "Nope!" She said, still laughing. As you kept trying and failing even while you tried to gently pry her hand off from her nose with your combined laughter, she kept dodging you, you soon give up, and pout. "Tay," you say, your voice holding a complaining tone.

She smiled ear to ear, finding your frustrated expression adorable before she lets down her defenses and leans in to kiss your cheek, which only made you pout deeper, although with a blush.

"Okay, here, boop my nose," she gives off the space of her face to you, putting her hands on your shoulders. Your pout falters, and you reach out again to touch her nose, but yet, she pulled back.

"Tease!!" you say, a tinge disappointed, giving her shoulder a slight push, and she laughs once more, the sound overfilled with joy. You couldn't help the smile you had that topped your pout, and you manage to boop her nose while she was distracted.

"I got you!" you cheered, pointing at her, and her laughter fades down, gazing at you lovingly.

Still, she teased you playfully, giving your arm a slight nudge with her elbow as she stood up. "I let you get that one," she says with a smirk.

"Oh, whatever, I still got you," you added with a smile, following her movements and standing on your feet once more too, feeling it touch the sand as you walked.

You take a glance at her sandcastle before turning back to follow her. "We should find a flag for your castle too," you suggest, looking down on the sand and seeing all the small shells upon the ground, but they were nearly all the same, white and sometimes cracked.

"Using what? The part of the chip bag you cut off with your shark tooth?" she joked with a small laugh, searching for seashells of her own, leaning down and grabbing some as she walked along the shore.

"That is a good idea," you murmur thoughtfully and mindlessly, your head moving in a nod, and she turns around to look at you.

"Baby! No," she quickly countered, hoping to everything you weren't walking back to where her sandcastle was to put down the piece as her back faces you once more.

You giggle, picking up a few small shells then going faster on your legs to catch up to her and walk beside her. "What? Those chips are good. They deserve to be on a podium."

"Mm, mm." She shakes her head with a smile, glancing at you for a moment, seeing how the sun shined down on your face and hair, the wind blowing it back.

"Your castle will be called...potato palace," you add, gesturing with one finger and she gasps, almost offended at the suggestion.

"Not on my masterpiece!" She says, gently and playfully pushing you by your shoulder, and you giggle.

"Okay, okay, fine...but hey, this is the bonus of us looking in the sand y'know?" you say, your lips raised up in a smile as you get closer to the water, the rocks and shells moving in and out the gentle waves.

"Maybe we cant find a flag, but we can find a shell to put on there..." You murmur, but Taylor had fallen behind, kneeled down on the sand to grab something half buried.

She grabs it between her finger and thumb, but it was so small, you had to go closer to see it. She places it on her palm and put her hand out, watching as you stepped forward with a curious face.

When you processed what the sight in front of you held, you gasped, "You found a snail shell!" you say, pointing to it. Taylor smiled widely, happy at your surprise.

It was green spotted with dark spots that were brown, and spiraled up. "Its pretty," you whisper out, inspecting it when she gives it to you to hold.

She looks down, seeing the sand beneath your feet move as you shift your stance. "It is, there's another one here." She leaned down and picked it up before you could accidentally step on it, seeing that it was about the same shell, only, it was a black one.

You looked at it for a moment, smiling at her foundings and how she participated easily in your searching. You continue on, your eyes traveling the ground as Taylor's did too.

"Whoa. Look!!!" You had spotted something huge in the sand, right there in the glistening sun, and you ran over to it, kneeling down to carefully extract it out.

Taylor watches when you ran off to something, her eyebrows raising and her eyes sparkling with curiosity and love of your personality.

"Tay!" you call out, holding up the seashell you found in your hand. It was a slightly pointy, swirled up seashell that was tall. Her eyes widen and her mouth was agape.

"That...is a giant shell, baby." Taylor giggled, in shock at the unscathed shell. It was a cerith, the size of your hand, and it fades from black, brownish spots up to a pure white color,

"Is this good enough for your 'masterpiece' of a kingdom?" You ask playfully, handing it out to her, and she smiles widely, taking it carefully and gently to take a good look at it.

"Its perfect. Thank you," she says, tracing its edges, but it was covered in bits of sand, especially when she tilted it and sand comes pouring out the hole it had for the originating snail that was no longer holding the empty shell. You bit your lip, giggling softly, and feeling relieved it didn't have residence.

Taylor then goes over to the water, ankle deep in, simply to wait for the waves to come as she firmly holds the cerith in her hand, making sure it doesn't slip as the water washes away the sand easily.

Once she made sure it was clean, she went back to you, seeing that you found a few more smaller shells, although you were showing her another one specifically. "I got a pinkish looking shell too. It fits one of your album colors..." it seemed to have been a part of something bigger, probably having been broken off from its counterparts. But the history of the sands and waves had smoothed its ridges out.

She smiles softly, looking at it with gentle eyes as you moved and turned it in your hand, looking at it in every angle.

"You're right...I'm officially stealing this from your seashell collection," she murmurs, then turns to look at you, and you raised your eyebrows, an amused smile playing on your lips.

"You don't even have to steal it, love, all you have to do is just ask," you say, giggling softly and pushing it gently into her hand, trading it with the big cerith you found earlier.

"Really?" She asks with almost genuine surprise, even though you wouldn't mind to give her even the entire galaxy off into her hands. You look at her with a slight tilt of your head as you walked back to your spot together.

"Of course," you say with honest truth, reaching out to gently slip your free hand into hers and lightly swinging it back and forth.

"Just don't steal this one." You gesture to the shell you were currently holding, it being a new precious treasure to keep in your collection.

"Can I borrow that one for my sandcastle at least?" she asks softly, nodding towards it. It was all too beautiful and untouched seeming to not be placed atop her kingdom.

You pursed your lips, and a smile grows on Taylor's face. She leans in, nudging into your shoulder, then leaving a kiss onto your cheek. "I'll give you all the cuddles and kisses you want back home," she offers, raising her eyebrows.

You take a glance at her, your eyes searching hers that matched the color of the ocean. "Promise?" you whispered.

A soft, melodious giggle sounds from her that made your heart swell. "I promise, baby." She pecks your lips softly to add onto her genuine sentence.

Your face rises in heat with a pinkish hint, and it wasn't from the sun. "...Fine, fine," you whispered out, smiling as you both arrive back to her sandcastle.

You crouch down, then move to sit on the towel, helping her finish up her precious castle, making sure your hand doesn't accidentally hit any of her previous work. Taylor joins you on the ground, now doing the small touch ups with a sweet smile on her lips. You even helped with the details here and there by carving them out with your shark tooth necklace, and when she noticed, she giggled and shook her head.

"All finished!" you call out, raising your hands once you had slowly and carefully picked up the bucket of sand to reveal a structured part.

Her smile grows wider, her eyes full of love as she looks to you. "Not yet," she says, her hand going to your side to gently grab the seashell you had earlier so she could put it right at the center of her sandcastle.

You look proudly down at the built piece, now something you had done together. "This is beautiful, baby." you compliment her, leaning in to hug her side, giving her a kiss on her cheek.

She blushes, admiring her work, then looking to you, her gaze adoring your own features. "You're so sweet, you know that?" she whispers.

"Because I love you." You lean in closer, looking into her eyes gently. She only felt even more love overflow from her heart, and she moves to kiss you properly on your lips rather than anywhere else.

"I love you too, baby," she breathed out warmly against your skin, her hand cupping your cheek.

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tied together with a smile.

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Warnings: breakup, R crying and sobbing, anxiety, taylor comforting and confessing

Summary: After receiving a text of a breakup on what you thought would be a peaceful morning, your heart gets broken, and you pay a visit to your best friend, Taylor, to gain reassurance. Which, you had all the comfort you needed, but a confession of love along with it too, healing your broken heart.

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: hurt/comfort, fluff

REQUEST : It was kind of angsty which ik you dont do much of but reader just experience a break up and went to Taylor who is her best friend as a shoulder to cry and eventually Taylor swift confesses during it and ends with lots of fluff

special request made for : @brainrotqueen <3

A/N: I'm not sure what to really feel about this fic? the intro is a little long, which I hope you don't mind, but I hope this turned out to be what you wanted it as! enjoy, and hugs to all of you sweethearts<3

| Started on 24/08/2024, 8:05 AM |

| Finished on 25/08/2024, 12:00 PM |

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"in broken hearts, there are always new beginnings awaiting."

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It was early in the day. The birds were chirping in the blue skies and the clouds were dissipating in the cause of the afternoon.

Having already gotten up and showered, you were in the kitchen, sitting at the dining table, enjoying your breakfast. It was a peaceful day, and seemingly the starting of a good one.

But it all went down when your eyes captured the sight of the notification at the top of your phone screen.

You were nearly about to be excited. Nearly. It was a name you loved, and you hadn't gotten a text from them in days. But the words written down wasn't a returning, much of the opposite. It was a goodbye that made your heart skip a beat.

'We're breaking up,' was all the message said. It was like time froze. You froze. And not in a good way. Not like when you fell in love for the first time. You didn't even know you could feel anything similar to it again, but it was the sinking feeling of something you spent all your time on, trying to see if it'll work, only for it to fall apart all over again. You can feel your heart rate pick up in its pace, the messaging app opening when you tapped on the notification.

You try to question, to write down your apologies for whatever you had done wrong, wondering what you could do turn it back to just you and your beloved, with the shaky hands you had, letters were being slipped in the midst of your foggy vision.

But there was no reply to any of the messages you had sent.

You exit the messaging screen of someone who was now your ex, your eyes staring at the contact name as you sniffled, the tears freely escaping. You suspected as much of the circumstances, considering your reeling mind already going through everything that could ever happen. But it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

You turned off your phone and put it face down against the table, your cheek getting the treatment of your hand resting firmly against it as you stare down at your empty plate. It had leftover bread crumbs.

You sighed. Your mug still held half of your drink. But you didn't even have the appetite to finish it anymore. Your stomach felt as though it was a swirling black hole that might collapse in on itself.

The chair lightly scraped and screeched against the wooden floor below you, making you grimace in response, but you pick up the plate and mug anyway, unable to think straight, feeling like a void had come over you.

Who were you supposed to go to now? Nothing seemed right to you. You wanted to curl up in bed and forget about it all, but you also wanted a pair of arms to embrace you. To keep you warm, to keep you from feeling lonely as your heart was shaking against your ribcage.

Then you pause once you put the dishes in the sink. There was someone. Your hand tightens around the handle of your mug, clenching it in a tight grip, then you quickly pour the drink out to the sink and wash the mug out with water, making sure the sink's all cleared of leftovers or liquids, in case the ants would feast upon it.

You sighed. Taylor. Of course. Your bestfriend, the person who's always been there beside you with every step you took. Not another second was wasted as you grabbed your car keys and got out your house, aiming to drive straight to her house.

It was a wonder Taylor's house was so close. You were sure you wouldn't have been able to focus on the road properly with your misty vision, but then again, you had driven with your mind on auto pilot the entire way.

It flew over your head to even call or message her, but you already parked in the driveway.

Oh, god, was she even home? You unbuckled your seatbelt, looking around. But her car was there beside yours in the driveway, which gave relief to your running heart.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as much as you could, but you wouldn't be able to do so within such little time.

After a few minutes, you wipe away your tears that had escaped, and turned off the engine, getting out your car to step up to her front door.

You took another breath in and rang the doorbell with a shaky hand, hearing it echo through the house as you shifted on your feet. You sniffled, feeling the passage of your throat being swollen from holding back any sobs, or crying even.

There were soon footsteps coming closer to the door, a meow going alone with it, until it eventually opens with a familiar face behind it. "Hey--" Taylor's voice comes through, her eyes just barely seeing behind the door to find you.

She can instantly tell you looked absolutely miserable, standing there at her door. Your red tinted nose, and bleak eyes that were sheening a gleam of sadness more than it could be assumed as the light's reflection instead.

"...What's wrong?" She asked softly, and you had your teeth capturing your lower lip. You saw the way her smile faltered, and how her shoulders went down. But she noticed the anxiety stirring within you, your fingers brushing over your palm. You almost regretted going to find company, almost not wanting to share the death swallowing your heart whole, because, it felt like it was only going to get worse from here.

"I just wanted to be with you," you whispered, trying to give her the smallest and weakest smile, but your voice betrayed you and cracked.

Her heart swelled at how she was your first thought to come all the way to her house after whatever had happened to you, but the way you looked had her worrying over it all.

"Come on...tell me. It doesn't look like you only wanted to visit me." she murmurs, concern filling her up as she pulls you into her home fully, closing the door behind you gently.

When she comes to wrap her arms around you, you started to slowly break, and had to stifle a sob, your arms quickly coming into response to do the same, although your fingers curl into the fabric of her shirt. "...I got broken up with," your small voice comes out.

"Oh...Y/N," she whispers under her breath, putting her chin gently atop your head. Her thumb comfortingly moves at your back, while you just barely felt the brush of a cat's body below you, just against your legs. Then, your mind jumped to conclusions, worrying over being a bother.

"Um...I-- I didn't really know where else to go so I..." You whispered out, your voice strained as a breath of yours got caught on a small sob.

"I went to you..." She can feel your arms tightening around her, your face burying in her chest, and the emotions radiating off you and your words was concerning.

"Its okay, I don't mind," she whispers back softly, her hand fully and slowly running up and down your back than just her thumb. Her heart was aching, to see your trembling body and to hear your quiet crying. She stayed quiet for a small moment, letting you spill your emotions out first.

"What happened?" She asks, wondering how one relationship that she thought you were better off in, ended up only to be with a broken heart.

"I don't know. It was just one text and we're over..." You murmured shakily, sniffling lightly as your voice was slightly muffled from being in her chest. Just like that. Over the phone. Not even on a call. Her lips part in surprise with a small intake of breath, unable to believe how someone could do such a thing to you.

"That's terrible, sweetheart. I'm so sorry," she whispers under her breath, leaning back to cup one of your cheeks with her hand, her thumb gently wiping away your tears. The nickname had slipped through her lips accidentally, but you didn't notice in your emotional catastrophe, although it added a hint more comfort.

"I really thought I found the one..." your voice held pain that transferred to her heart, and she closed her eyes, leaning closer and taking a gentle breath to gather her words.

"I know...I know, shh...it doesn't mean you won't get more chances," she whispers, her hand resting back around your shoulders as she swayed you both slightly as you both still stood at the front of the door.

She then leans back, looking down at you for a moment before giving you a small assuring smile. Her eyes catch a concerned looking Benjamin down at your feet, and her expressions soften further. Then, in decision, she gently slips her hand in yours, pulling you to her bedroom.

"Come here, all the cats are in the bedroom, so you can be more warm and cozy..." she murmurs, taking care in pulling you. Her bedroom had the curtains open, the daylight flooding through and making the room bright. On her bed, her cats are curled up with each other, and Benjamin followed along by jumping onto the bed, adding to the warmthness.

Taylor gently guided you to the bed, sitting on it. Your heavy crying subsided to small hitches of your breath and a trembling lip, the edges of your eyes sheening with wetness of your tears.

You sat beside her, wrapping your arms around her and resting your head against her shoulder. She puts her arm around your shoulders once more, giving you a gentle squeeze to let you know she was there for you.

"I should've known. I haven't gotten any text messages in so long and then...just like that. I mean, what did I do wrong, Tay?" you mumble, turning to bury your face in her shoulder, possibly dampening her shirt sleeve just a little.

She takes a deep breath and slowly releases it, her mind sifting through her thoughts. "Hey," her voice comes out gently, and she leans into you, gazing down at your helpless form.

"Don't say that," she whispers, giving you a shake of her head when you peeked out her shoulder. She almost thought it looked cute, just for a second in this sad moment. Her hand then brushes against your cheek once more, a warming touch against your skin.

"I think you did nothing else but try to give all your love," she says seriously, making sure you kept eye contact with her. Even your hands shook as you tried to keep yourself in control rather than go into another breakdown.

"You didn't get a message back. There was barely any communication for understanding, and that says something about it, Y/N..." she reasons, her hand gliding down to rest at your neck.

Your eyes strained with sadness, and you sniffled, feeling the lump in your throat that you needed to swallow down. "Th-Then...what if no one can actually love me?"

Taylor's eyes widen with small surprise for a moment at your presumption, a reaction you hadn't noticed as you rested your head against her chest, taking comfort in her embrace.

"I mean what if..." your voice was trembling; the sign of your willingness to try and keep talking even while you were fighting back from crying entirely once more. Taylor lets out a breath, her arms tightening around you as her hands tried to keep a soothing motion.

"I just want someone to love me..." you whisper, trailing off as your fingers tighten on Taylor's shirt, taking a deep breath in. But she took her own breath in too, her hammering heart preparing what to say.

"I love you..." She says quietly, looking down as you bit your lip. She waited, but you shook your head gently.

"Yeah, but thats..." you murmur, misunderstanding her meaning as you sighed. She places her hand under your chin, gently tilting your head up to have you look at her.

"Y/N." She says your name, her voice being firm so she could grab your attention and have your full focus. You pause any of your thoughts and words, almost holding your breath as you met her eyes, although you weren't sure if its because she caught your attention or because you had suddenly realized how beautiful her eyes were.

"I love you." She repeats, a little louder than last time, her expression awaiting. You take a moment to process it, almost confused, but then the pieces click together in your mind, and you realize what she meant.

"...What?" You breathe out, letting go of the breath you held, your heartrate increasing as you try to think through it.

She smiles softly at your confusion and surprise. "Not as a friend." she whispers, shaking her head to add to her expression so you'll know she was serious.

Taylor bit her lip, her eyes traveling the bedsheets for a moment before returning back to your eyes. "I...I've been wanting to tell you for so long, and I was really close to, but then you found someone and you seemed so happy, I didn't...I didn't want to ruin it."

You take a deep breath in, quickly already exhaling it, your own eyes lingering on the bedsheets. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." she adds.

"I..." you tried speaking, but words failed you, and even just one letter had your voice trembling as you start, and you simply gaze up at her in hopes that she can just read your mind.

Instead, she took matters into her hands and rubbed her hand up and down your arms. "Deep breaths," she whispers, nodding along when you followed through, and she helped you by guidance too.

"Thats it. Its okay," she murmurs, resting her forehead against yours, still keeping the motion of her hands. You calmed down, no longer having shuddering breaths or hitching from your earlier crying and sobs.

You took one last deep breath, before the exhale turns out into a sigh as you gather your words. "...I'm glad you said it," you breathed out genuinely, gazing up at her and biting your lower lip.

She blinks at you, her eyes searching yours for any type of meanig to deceive. "Really?" she says under her breath, looking at you with just as much vulnerability you were holding.

You nod slowly. "Because, maybe...I do like you too..." you say, almost hesitantly, not lingering on her eyes anymore in fear of anything that could be in them.

She had a little worry and doubt growing in her heart, even though she has your utmost trust, she didn't want you to act on impulse and jump in, being in a vulnerable state after a breakup...she would hate to accidentally be a rebound without meaning to. "You're sure?" She searches for your confirmation again.

A small smile finally starts to raise up on your lips, making her heart skip a beat. She's always loved your smile, but had never admitted it. It was her favorite thing in the world, even if it was a small one.

"I wasn't sure how to deal with it. I didn't want our friendship to end in some way..." you murmur. It suddenly makes sense to her, that maybe you had avoided confessing to her by trying to see if maybe, someone else could capture your heart. But it didn't work, and now your heart was instead shattered into a million pieces.

But, here she was, picking all of them up, one by one, carefully and gently. She was putting your heart back together, and giving you hers, all at the same time.

"I don't want you to...jump in, I know its quick, I..." She trails off when she suddenly feels your lips on hers, meeting softly without rush, but she didn't realize you leaning in until she felt it. It was the softest contact she felt against her lips, and she melted into it, making your heart swell.

"I want to," you whisper, making her know for sure that you knew your feelings fully without doubt or false facts. But you slowly part from the kiss and lean back, breathing out and brushing your hand over her shoulder.

"But I'm scared..." you admitted, deeply gazing at her blue eyes, maybe even getting lost in the clear sea within them. Your thoughts only filled with the stormy skies and uphill battles you've ever gone through.

But she squeezes your sleeve gently, putting you back into reality. "Its okay." she whispers, sliding her hands down to yours to intertwine with your fingers. The person who's been closest to you, your entire life, there wasn't much she didn't know about you.

"We don't have to...rush into it," she says, her thumbs rubbing over your skin. You can feel the warmth radiating from her, and you let out a breath of relief.

"We can take it slow," she assured, giving your hands a squeeze too, keeping her gaze gentle.

"Okay?" she looks into your eyes for confirmation, needing to know you were both on the same agreement and level. Your quietness added to her own worry, but the relief flooding in your heart was needing its little time.

You smile widely, nodding with happiness. "Okay," you answer with sincerity, a spark of hope igniting in your chest. She breathes out a breath she was holding, starting to smile back at you.

"Now, let's cuddle and not think about anything else but cuddling," she mumbles, pulling closer to her, leaning back to get more comfortable, and you gratefully nuzzle your face back into her.

She smiles at the feeling of you snuggling into her, and she gazes down at you adoringly before going down to kiss the top of your head, and nuzzling back into your hair, a gesture that warms your heart tremendously.

The entire world wasn't collapsing after all.

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flower crown.

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Warnings: None!

Summary: In the exchange and making of flower crowns in a sweet day spent within the park, Taylor starts talking about the language of flowers.

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: FLUFF!

A/N: there are many extra parts to this that I added without the intention of having the story go so long, but I love it so<3

| Started on 11/04/2024, 5:14 PM |

| Finished on 28/08/2024, 10:09 PM |

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"Sweetheart, sweetheart, hold my heart, its too soft for my own hands."

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It was a warm day for you and Taylor. You had planned to have a small picnic date at the park just the morning before. It wasn't too sunny, and it wasn't too cloudy to say that it was going to rain.

Her blonde hair was soaking in the sun, the tips and edges of her strands being a light pink that framed her face perfectly. You couldn't help but stare at her, smiling softly, while she was focused on the flower in her lap.

The two of you had agreed on making flower crowns for each other when you both walked into the park, your eyes having caught the many daisies growing from the green grass. You were holding one in your hand, but you had barely moved to put them together.

"I can see you staring, sweetheart." She whispers out, the words exhaling with her breath. Her eyes flick up, and she smiles, while her hands still move to carefully braid the flower in her lap, intertwining the stems with another one carefully. Hers were white daisies, and yours were yellow daisies.

You blushed and looked away, as if you don't always stare at her in love and admiration all the time anyway. Much more even, your relationship has already lasted for over a year now too.

She looks up to see that you had continued your focus on the flowers in your own hand entirely, your face flushed deeply. "Aw, don't be shy, I was just saying..." she giggles softly, pausing her craft to lean forward, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

Her lips linger on your skin for a moment longer, and as she pulled away, she was about to return to her crown-making, but the way you still felt the ghost of her warmth made you want another kiss. So, your hand cups one of her cheeks to bring her forward once more, getting a proper kiss on the lips.

She blinks, surprised at your actions, but the love and softness that came up in her heart was evident in her eyes. She gives you another soft peck before leaning back again.

You smile back at her, deciding to scoot a little closer to her side as you both continue working on your flower crowns. The wind gently breezes by, going through your hairs as you lean your head against her shoulder.

Feeling you next to her, her gaze softens. She turns her head to look at you once more, nuzzling into the top of your head lightly with a small kiss before she continues once more.

Some gentle humming eventually comes from Taylor, one being familiar to be known as one of her own songs. You listened on, but you recognize almost instantly what it was; Daylight.

Any parts of your body that was tense only relax further, your fingers carefully twisting the stems around each other and hoping the flower crown you were making won't fall apart in your hands.

The sound of everything in the park only made it all the more peaceful. There were birds chirping in the background, the lake had ducks and swans that was ruffling their feathers, and dogs were playing with their owners. Barks and laughter echo from somewhere faraway in the park.

A couple leaves were falling down here and there from its age of staying attached to its trees, some landing near your picnic. The pile of daisies you gathered was getting smaller and smaller as time goes on.

Taylor was close to finishing, but you had more progress than her, so, soon you took another close look at it before connecting it fully, inspecting it to see that it was done properly. You then lean back and turn to her, putting the flower crown on her head. It fitted perfectly on her, brightening her appearance.

Feeling something being placed atop her, she looks up, her hand reaching up to feel what it was, only to realize you had finished, and her fingers were brushing over soft petals.

You smile at her, gazing adoringly, not just at the crown you made for her, but on the features of her face too, tracing every outline with your eyes.

"You look so pretty," you whispered, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. She focused back on finally connecting up her flower crown, finishing it for you, but hearing your whisper beside her and feeling your touch had a pinkish hue come over her cheeks.

"Why, thank you," she replied, looking to you and placing the crown she made onto your head, and the teethy smile that broke upon your face had her heart bursting with love.

She leans back to admire her work, turning the flower crown on your head slightly. Her lips curl up, and she takes your hand into hers, giving a squeeze as she leans in slowly.

Taylor hears you letting out the smallest giggle. You don't quite know why you did, maybe it was the way she squeezed your hand that tickled...maybe it was the fact that she thought to have the crown on you on a perfect angle, or it was from how she gazed at you, but Taylor found it adorable.

You met her halfway as you lean into her, closing the small gap between you for a soft, tender kiss. She smiles wider, letting go of your hands to wraps her arms around your shoulders. Her head tilted to deepen the kiss, although making sure her flower crown doesn't fall.

Once you've parted from the kiss, you bury your face into the crook of her neck, returning her embrace. She shifts her position slightly, feeling more comfortable once she rested her cheek on your head.

"...Did you know flowers had a language?" she whispers. The sound of her voice only reached the vicinity of your ears as her hands brushes through your hair.

You stay there for a moment, then lean back, moving to rest against her chest as you gaze up at her. "Language? Like what?" you ask, getting curious.

She smiles down at you. "Well...yellow tulips, means happiness, and in the old ages, victorians would think it meant...'there's sunshine, in your smile'," she says, her hand trailing off to trace your lips with her thumb, cupping your cheek in the meanwhile. Your eyebrows furrow at how specific she was being, and you look into her eyes.

"Where did you get this from?" You ask. You were questioning her info, although it was sweet, the suddenness of it was questionable.

Her adorable smile widened much more in expression with her ears. She moved something to her back, and in the corner of your vision, you had just barely seen it.

"I have my secrets," she says, withholding the information from you with a playful tone in her voice. You raise an eyebrow at her.

"No, don't hide it from me, I can see the book." Your smile only grew at her suspecting behaviour, while her eyes widened at your true sentence, and she quickly moves the book even further to her back.

"You're seeing things! There's nothing!" she shook her head, a giggle starting out. She leans back as you try to see it, but she reaches out to your shoulder, gently keeping you in place from seeing it.

"Yes, there is something!" You retaliated back in a playful manner, gently pushing her hand off to move to the book, only for her to stop you again by placing a hand at your chest.

"No!" She says out softly. The both of you held challenging looks as if you were almost in a staring contest, not breaking eye contact at all, but then you had an idea pop into your head.

You only stayed quiet for a moment, before speaking slowly, "Well, then, this calls...for...a...TICKLE ATTACK!!" Her eyes widen when you went forward to tickle her all over, but she bursts out laughing, falling backwards with you and onto the green grass, her feet kicking behind you in her giggling. Both your flower crown and hers had gone down to the ground, but they were still perfectly intact-- thankfully, neither of you had tumbled your back down to them.

You giggled with joy, both your bodies wracking with the bright laughter, and Taylor almost couldn't speak in the midst of it. "Okay, okay! Here!!" She eventually gives in, reaching behind her back, where she had fallen atop the book. Her back somehow didn't ache in any pain from the hardcover, but she pulls it out from behind.

You subside in your tickling, giving her mercy, and smiling widely in pride that you had won. Both of your laughter had faded into breaths that both of you try to get back, although completely in happiness as she saw you looking to the book. You read the text and saw the obvious image on the cover. It was a book dictionary about flowers.

You then move off of her and grab it, letting her catch her breath against the grass as you opened the book. Inside, there were pages upon pages of flowers and their small little facts, along with their meanings.

Taylor had sat up eventually, a small giggle escaping her of the situation you had made her fall into (and quite literally) just to grab the book, but she goes back to your side, leaning on her hands and peeking at what you were looking at.

"Daisies...'White Daisy petals symbolize innocence and are commonly associated with childhood memories of collecting wildflower bouquets.'" You say, repeating the words that was written down for the flower's description, letting out a small hum at the info.

Your eyes continued to travel to the other page that was already open just beside the one you had read, and you now saw the colored variants. "New beginnings...ooh, pink daisies."

Taylor smiles softly, her arms wrapping around your waist as she pulls you closer, seeing and hearing the absolute interest you had on it all.

"Yellow means joy, pink means gentleness and love, blue means loyalty and trust...and orange means friendship and warmth." You say, your lips raising up before you looked at her.

"I'd give you pink daisies any day," you say, turning to look at her. You then notice the missing flower crown on her head. Upon tilting your head to look to the spot where you tickled her earlier, you see it on the grass along with yours, and you grab them, putting hers back on her head, adding your flower crown on her head too instead of placing it on your own head.

She smiled gratefully at you, although she saw your silly gesture. Taylor lets out a small laugh and reaches up, grabbing your white flower crown off her head to return to yours. Her blue eyes were filled with love as she plants a kiss on your cheek. She then looks at the book once more, reading the words of the description as you did, but not saying the words out loud.

"It also means platonic love though, sweetheart," she points out, resting her head against the side of your shoulder lightly. You chuckle, knowing she was right, but the shade of pink the flower had was capturing your heart.

"It is pretty though, isn't it?" You say, glancing at her, then turning the page of the book, starting to see sunflowers, and many other flowers. You read most of the descriptions of each page, some being similar.

"Is it just me or do too many yellow flowers mean happiness sometimes?" You murmur thoughtfully, noticing that each of them always meant joy, and it felt odd. Taylor hums softly, her gaze wandering off slightly as her mind processes your question.

"Well, there can never be too many. Yellow does represent happiness..." she says, tilting her head as she spoke, and you nod, understanding her observation.

"I guess you're right." You look through the book a few bit more, lingering on some parts, such as your favorite flowers and hers that you remember well, then stumbling across something that caught your attention.

"Oh look, yellow chrysanthemums...it means a slighted and scorned love. 'A heart left to desolation'." You point to where it was so she could find it, and her eyes soften slightly.

"Mm. I'll remember to avoid that when I go to a flower shop." You say, shrugging at it lightly and taking a look at everything else. Taylor chuckles, looking up at you since she was slowly sliding down against your shoulder from her relaxation.

"Don't take it seriously, baby," she says, smiling widely at your determination to get 'the flower languge' right, but then you turned to look at her.

"But I will," you say with honesty, smiling with love. Her heart was just about to melt, and disbelief filled her too at how soft and caring you could truly be.

"I'll give you all the positive flowers you need." You lean closer to her, brushing your nose against hers ever so slightly, and a giggle sounds out from her lips.

"You're such a flirt," she said, shaking her head, but going in to give you yet again, another kiss anyway, relishing the warmth of your lips against hers, something so warm and different that the sun couldn't ever give.

"I love it," she adds in, slowly leaning back and gazing at you with all the sweetness she had. You had a light pinkish hint growing on your face, and she couldn't help but reach out as she stands up more properly, cupping both your cheeks with her hands.

"You're gonna make me melt into a pool of puddle looking at me like that," you whisper, flushing deeper, even further at how she cradled your face carefully within her hands.

"You'd be a cute puddle." she replied, absolutely knowing what she was doing, and your heart skips a beat, but you softly pout, feeling the heat growing on your cheeks.

"Baby," you whine, setting the book down on the picnic blanket and turning to bury your face into her chest, making her smile even wider.

"Okay, okay." She stops her playful teasing, but lets out another giggle as she watched you hiding away into her, covering your flushed face.

Her hands go down, gently brushing and going through your hair as she gazed lovingly, leaning down to kiss your head and then gaze elsewhere, not wanting you to shy away again.

It stays like that for a couple minutes before you turn your face out from her chest, peeking, then slowly relaxing as you saw that she was spacing off into the wide range of the park.

You bit your lip, taking this moment to have you time to adore every aspect of her being. Your eyes travel away on its free will, going from her lips and down to her sharp jawline.

You then reach up, your hand finding her pink dyed strands of hair. "I like the way your hair looks right now..." you murmur quietly, feeling the softness of it.

She looks back down at you, coming out from her zoned out state and smiling softly, her own blush coming to cross her cheeks, almost matching the color of her pink ends.

"You like the pink?" she asks in confirmation, going to touch her own hair that was going down at the front of her shoulders, just beside the sides of her neck.

You nod, slightly curling the hair in between your fingers, playing with it a little and admiring the shine of it mixed with her blonde hair. "Mhm. Its cute."

"...Maybe I'll keep it like this a little longer then," she says with a tilt of her head, her mind thoughtful as she watched you continue to play with her hair, but your movement pauses when you registered her words.

"You were gonna cut it off?" you asked softly, your lips easily forming a pout as you got sad for her lovely appearance.

She nods, her own hands going through your hair. "It was only for the album, and my hair is getting longer, baby," she explains, keeping her voice soft. But your pout only deepened.

"Well, its cute..." you mumble, continuing your soothing motions on her strands. She smiles, her hand drifting down to rest on your back.

"Do you want me to redye it?" she asks. Your eyes went back up to hers, and you nod eagerly.

A giggle escapes her lips softly. "Okay, I will. Just for you," she whispers, nuzzling down to your nose, while your pout fades off into a smile.

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guitar session.

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Warnings: Tay being a little sick, R being the teensiest lonely/anxious but getting reassurance, R singing and playing guitar

Summary: One day, Taylor gets home and finds a heartwarming surprise waiting for her in the music room. But even with the sweet surprise, she gets concerned for you of your time without her.

Word Count: 3.1k

Category: fluff! hurt/comfort(?)

A/N: parts of this were made with this is me trying on repeat so that may be why you can expect a little bit of sadness here and there, but, enjoy lovelies<3

| Started on 27/10/2023, 2:59 PM |

| Finished on 29/08/2024, 11:46 PM |

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"Even if something thats good still ends up coming with the bearing of bad news, know that its okay to relieve yourself of it and be sad or anxious, or anything, even just a little bit of emotion aside from happiness. Don't keep it all in."

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It was a warm cozy day as you sat in your home, feeling awfully bored. The house was quiet and empty aside from the cats, and all you've been doing is sitting at the couch within the living room.

You had changed spots, changed positions, and tried different things; watching tv, or reading a book, but it all seemed to turn out as gray looking as the clouds that started to loom outside your window.

It was almost lonely, to say the least.

A sigh escapes your mouth as you stared at the ceiling. But upon decision, you start to get up, moving with a slow pace to get your feet back on the floor, although getting your vision blacked out by dizziness when you stand anyway.

You blink the fuzziness away before you walk, taking in a breath to steady yourself. Since there were signs of an oncoming storm, with there not even showing a glimpse of the sunset through the sky, you had to go through the house within a bit of darkness.

The lights click on with a flick of the light switches you pass by, and you close the curtains along with them too. You were doing the usual nighttime routine, although, for now, without your favorite blonde.

You were about to go in the last room when you realize it was the music room, and you pause in your tracks. A part of you wished that there were sounds of Taylor's singing, the gentle strum of her guitar, or her piano as you stood by, but there was nothing but the rain pattering outside, and a lightning striking that caused you to jump.

Exhaling a breath, you shook your head, holding your heart slightly. Your feet brings you to the door, and your hand reaches up to turn on another light, this one orange and dim; a perfect warm room for her to make her music in.

A smile raises up on your face as you walked in, taking in the sighting. Her guitar was propped up against the couch, left there by her last session.

You could remember it clearly. She was sat, not on the couch, but on the floor. It was in the middle of the night, up until you appeared at the doorway of the room.

She had left it there and stood up, going towards you in concern of whether she had awoken you, but you were only missing her from the cold sheets. And now you were missing her as her presence wasn't here.

It was only last night, and you couldn't shake off how real her love felt in the way she had instantly got up, checking on you and giving you the embrace of her arms. You didn't mind the night session much really, you even spent a little time in this room with her until she invited you back to the bedroom.

Your fingers brush over the head of the guitar, feeling the dips and edges until you reach the tuning pegs. But of course you don't mess with them. There were fingerprints on the wood, ones only being Taylor's.

The piano was over just beside you, and your gaze lingered on it for a moment, but then you pick up the guitar.

You made sure to handle it carefully as you sat down on the couch, putting one of your hands over the fretboard and the other on the guitar's body.

As Taylor had played many times before you with this exact guitar, you try strumming down with your thumb. The strings echoes its sound easily, although a wince lightly crosses your face when you accidentally hit some of the metal strings with your nails rather than your skin, eliciting a sharper noise rather than the sound of raw skin.

You tested it and did some light playing for a few moments before you soon pull out your phone, starting to search up guitar tutorials on the internet. It didn't take long for you to end up stumbling upon one of your girlfriend's songs, and your eyes brighten at the finding.

The video plays, and the chords were onscreen. You follow it, needing to pause every couple of minutes so you can follow along without difficulty.

The pads of your fingers were marked with several lines of the guitar strings whenever you lifted them off, having pressed on them and getting the smallest sting, but you tried to not mind it.

Once you've got the hang of the song's playthrough with the guitar, you finally try to add some singing to it, going slower as it was harder to play and sing at the same time.

The quiet room was filled by only your voice and the strumming of the guitar, and you were gradually getting used to the rhythm, multitasking the use of both your voice and your fingers on the fretboard.

The couch started to get more uncomfortable, so you decide to sit on the floor, your comfort levels returning back as your back meets the couch. Taylor was right all this time. And to think you had questioned her all along whenever you saw her sitting on the floor.

Time passes by, and even the rain had started to calm down a little, letting you take over the noise in the atmosphere-- although the crickets were still keeping with their own singing outside.

You hadn't even noticed the sound of a car or the front door of the house opening as you practiced...

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The blonde gently closes the door, clicking the lock back to keeping security of your shared home. Just for a moment, she leans back against the door, closing her eyes and relishing in the warm feeling of home.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh of relief, opening her eyes once more. She was finally home, back to where she's wanted to be at all day long. Her shoes and socks were quietly slid off from her now aching feet, and her keys rattle slightly as she gently puts them off to a nearby table.

Taylor's gaze move over to the living room space and the kitchen, but upon seeing nothing, she decides to simply go upstairs instead, glancing back at the couch to make sure you weren't hidden, laid down there.

Her hair, and, nearly her entire being was wet from the rain outside, so all she wanted really, was a shower and a warm cuddle with you.

But she stops right at the last step of the stairs, a distinct sound catching her ears. Her eyebrows furrow, and she grows wary, but she goes up fully to the second floor, getting closer to where the noise was coming from.

"But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair"

"Absentmindedly makin' me want you!"

She could just barely identify it, a voice and guitar strumming-- her mind was starting to think she could perhaps even be imagining things. She's been singing the whole day, so it would only make sense.

When she steps closer and closer, the soft melody was getting even clearer. It was coming from the music room, and she stares at it, seeing that the door was wide open and the lights were on.

Her heart beats a little faster in anticipation of what scene might greet her, but a small smile starts to slowly grow on her face. She can recognize that it was your voice.

When she finally arrived to the doorway, she sees you.

There you were, in the most cozy and peaceful form, sitting on the floor like she usually does. She guessed you had gotten just as uncomfortable as she was, and she smiles wider, much more on the fact that you were in her music room, holding her guitar, and singing her song.

She could feel her heart melting entirely, and the weight on her shoulders from the work she's had were starting to fade away from her. You weren't facing her, so you didn't even notice her standing by the doorway.

"And I don't know how it gets better than this." Your voice held happiness, purely out of the proudness that you had achieved to learn the song, and you were nodding your head to the rhythm.

"You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless!" The way you moved showed that you were deep into the music, and she shakes her head. She didn't even know you could sing so well, but oh, you could. It just about made her fall in love with you even further, if that was even possible anymore since her heart was already overflowing with love for you.

"And I don't know why but with you, I'd dance, in a storm in my best dress, fearless..." you finish off your singing, only starting to strum the guitar for the instrumental part, going freely.

She bits her lip, then takes a step forward. "I like your singing." She says suddenly, her voice cutting through the sound of the guitar and making you jump slightly, your strumming stopping as your head turns around quickly, only to see Taylor standing there with a smile.

"Oh!...You're home," you say, your voice now a little quieter than your singing as your cheeks flushed, your hands relaxing on the guitar.

"I...got bored so I-- um, I picked up your guitar," you stammered out slightly, gesturing to the instrument in your lap as you gaze up at her.

"I hope you don't mind," you add in quickly, and your eyes follow the way she smiled wider with a small chuckle, going forward to sit on the couch behind you.

"Baby, you can grab it anytime...but I didn't know you played?" She says curiously and thoughtfully, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks down at you, seeing the pinkish tint on your face turn into a shade of red.

"I don't, I...just learned it," you reply, gently putting the guitar on the floor, facing up before you turn your body to look at her properly, resting your head against her leg.

Her face only held soft happiness and pride as she gazes back at you, her heart about to jump out her chest. "Well, you did an amazing job, sweetheart. Especially playing that song when its raining," she says, adding in the expression of her hand, reaching out to boop your nose slightly, and you scrunch it up at the touch.

Your facial expressions go back to a normal gentler face, and you look over her appearance, noticing the raindrops on her hair, and her shirt and jacket slightly having wetness on them. "Speaking of it, you're covered in rain, baby. What happened?" You ask with concern, your hand going to rest on her knee.

She purses in her lips and her eyes move to her own appearance. "Just a little...the wind threw my umbrella off balance..." she says softly under her breath, a pink blush fading into her face. Then, her eyes glide to you.

"Were you the one who initiated the rain by playing Fearless? Because if so, I'm blaming you," she says playfully, pointing to you. Your lips raise up into a smile and you giggled, shaking your head.

"Well, you're the one who took the lyrics literally, except without me," you replied back, reaching out to give a gentle tug to the hem of her jacket she was wearing; possibly the only thing keeping her warm.

She chuckles at your playful statement, then tilts her head. "I also didn't dance in the rain or quite in the best dress..." she says, gesturing to herself.

You smile lovingly up at her. "No, but you look pretty anyway," you whispered, taking her hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Then, another thought came into your mind, and you get concerned once more. "You don't have a cold, do you?" you ask suddenly, your eyebrows furrowing.

"No, I'm fine, baby." She shook her head quickly, giving you a reassuring smile to play it off. The quickness of it was almost suspicious.

"You're sure?" you ask, raising a conspicuous eyebrow as you looked over her appearance. She was shivering ever so slightly, and her nose was red.

"Mhm." She nods, giving you a hum for an answer, but then a small sneeze escapes her as she turns her body to the side, sneezing into the arch of her elbow.

She takes a breath in, and opens her eyes again when it felt like the sneeze had faded. When she sees the concerned questionable look on your face, she smiles shyly. "Maybe just a teensy bit..." she whispers.

"Teensy bit?" you repeat her last two words with a gentle pinch of air with your index finger and thumb, smiling wider at her as you rested your head against your now folded arms on the couch.

She found the sight of you adorable at the moment, and she lets out a small giggle at your gesture, but then bit her lip, wanting to get warmer. "Can I just have cuddles now...?" she asks softly, and you had the chance to do the most playfully mischevious thing.

"Mmmmm, no, I don't wanna get sick," you teased, turning your head away from her and leaning back with your hand getting off the couch, as if you were trying to get away from her.

She pouted in response, her hands now stretching out to reach your shoulders before you could go any further. "Please?" she whispers.

Your fingers curled back down on the couch, and you smiled at her small pout in the corner of your eye, finding it adoring. You glance back at her once more before standing.

"I was kidding. Of course you can...once you take a bath," you say with a chuckle, not wanting her to be sleeping in wet clothes and being uncomfortable from the lingering rain on her body and face.

"Yay," she says under her breath, throwing her arms up as her pout easily faded away into a smile.

"Come here, sweetheart," you say softly, gently taking her hands and pulling her up while she was also moving to stand by herself, a balance of a loving act.

Once she gets up entirely, she instantly wraps her arms around you, burying her face into your chest. Your lips softly curled up at her quickness, and you instinctively go to return her embrace, warming her cold body up.

"I missed you..." she murmurs into your shirt, tightening her arms around you as she nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

You tilt your head, brushing your nose lightly against her blonde hair. "I missed you even more." you whispered softly, your voice filled with love and sincerity, and the room held all the comfort of your shared sweetness.

Once you pull back from the long comforting embrace, you slip one of your hand into hers, but picked up her guitar that you had left on the floor, delicately moving to put it back on its stand.

"How was your day, baby?" she asks, seeing you return your focus to her and putting a gentle kiss to the side of her head, making her smile softly.

"It was okay...a little lonely though," you murmured, turning off the light in the room, then having your gaze on the floor as you walked in the halls with her.

Her smile falters a little, and the hand she has intertwined with yours squeezed you gently. "I'm sorry sweetheart..." she whispers, leaning closer to your side.

You give her a gentle assuring smile. "Its okay, at least now I've gained a new hobby by being bored," you say, brushing your shoulder against hers, but her expressions held concern and a small frown.

"It doesn't excuse the fact that you felt lonely..." she quietly says, her mind going over her thoughts as she focuses her eyes to the path of your bedroom. She had been so caught on the show she had today, that she forgot to even bring out her phone from the private room during her breaks.

"I'll text you more while I'm away," she assures, turning her head to catch your reaction to her words, her thumb caressing over the back of your hand.

Your eyes meet hers, and it was surely visible that you had the smallest anxious battle ongoing inside you, but you purse your lips. "It's okay, really, but...thank you." You shake your head, both of you arriving to your shared bedroom that already had the lights and fan on.

You squeeze her hand before letting go, going to the closet to grab her some clothes for her to change into after cleaning up. She bit her lower lip, gazing at you.

"Hey." she breathes out, quietly, but holding the smallest bit of firmness to get your attention, and you pause in your search of clothes, looking back at her.

She lets out a gentle breath, taking steps forward to be closer to you, and wrap her arms around you. "Don't forget to text me too, okay?" she whispers, holding gentle eye contact with you to make sure you were listening.

You stay quiet for just a small moment, but the visible fraction of a breath you released only showed that you had a realization, and you gave her a nod. "I'm sorry I didn't," you whispered back, making her features soften.

"No, honey, it's okay. I'm sorry I didn't either," she reassures you softly. The shake of her head caused your noses to brush, the close proximity you both held not giving much space. But of course, neither of you minded.

"I love you," she says under her breath, softer than ever. Her voice held more emotion than it did before, and her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing.

You tried to hold back the emotions bubbling in your throat, and you nod again, a soft smile raising on your face. "I love you more," you whispered, leaning in for your lips to meet.

"You're gonna get spammed with cat videos," you add, lightening the situation with a gentle joke, and she breathes out a chuckle, nuzzling against your nose.

"Good," she whispers, sliding her hand to your back and rubbing it up and down in a soothing motion; one that only made you lean into her embrace, fingers furling into her shirt as she continued assuring you.

Afterwards, you got her into a nice warm bath, helping her clean up and decompress after work, then relax with her once she had gotten into comfier clothes; such as your hoodie, and soon had fallen asleep together in each other's embrace.

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polaroid pictures.

| T.S

Warnings: None! All fluff!

Summary: A peaceful morning where you were simply cooking breakfast, until you notice that Taylor had found the box full of polaroids you both kept in your closet, having been forgotten and dusted away.

Word Count: 2k

Category: Fluff!

A/N: big hug to anyone who needs it, and take care of yourselves, all of you<3

| Started on 20/01/2024, 8:49 AM |

| Finished on 19/09/2024, 4:28 PM |

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“in these memories may we share, together and forever, compiled with our future memories in waiting.”

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Sunshine was spilling through the windows as morning grew in, casting streaks of shadows within the house. Over by the bedroom window, there was air flowing in gently, the wind brushing ever so slightly against the potted plants. The birds chirps were clearer in sound too upon the open window, which makes up a peacefully quiet scenery.

At the bed, Taylor was sitting on it with her legs comfortably crossed, looking down at an old dusty box thats been sitting in the closet for the past few months. The dust was cleared away with the palm of her hand, careful to not make any land to the bed; where you would spend your cozy cuddles.

Meanwhile, you were preparing breakfast, completely unaware of what exactly she could be doing. Your mind was starting to wander, in awaiting for her to come out the bedroom. Your agreement was for her to shower after you were done with cleaning up yourself. She was also to help you with making breakfast or join in to eat, but you were standing, already just about done with the cooking.

The sizzling of the bacons came from the pan, and the smell of it traveled the entire house, filling it with the scent of the sweet mornings at home, plus a delicacy awaiting to be eaten.

Taylor can hear the sound in the distance, and the smell had passed under her nose, absolutely causing her stomach to protest for her to get out of bed already, but her mind had become too caught up on the pile of photos she rediscovered.

You carefully get the bacons out and off to the plates, making sure everything is in their right positions. Then, you open the fridge to get a drink for you and Taylor, pouring them into glass cups.

Once you had settled with breakfast, your hands gently picked up the plates from the counter, balancing them carefully. You walk over to the dining table, placing them on your preferred seats.

The same procedure was followed with your drinks, a small clink sounding out when you accidentally hit the glass against the side of the plate. You then turn around, looking off to the bedroom. There were no sounds of the shower water, so your curiosity only piqued further when you realize it was quiet.

After a few moments of contemplation with a purse of your lips, you start bringing your feet across the wooden flooring, your steps almost as light as the cats, in case she had perhaps gone back to sleep.

When you arrived to the bedroom, you paused and leaned against the doorframe, seeing that Taylor was actually sitting with her legs crossed on the bed, her back facing you.

You tilt your head, certainly finding it odd, especially with the box beside her, but for now, you do the first thing in mind. "Hey, breakfast is ready," your voice calls out softly, reaching her ears easily for her to turn to look over her shoulder.

A soft smile raises on your lips when you see her raised eyebrows, seemingly surprised at your presence. "...Whatcha doin'?" you ask, taking steps forward to see what was hidden from your view by Taylor's body.

She smiles too, glancing at you a moment longer before looking back down. "Looking at our polaroid photos..." she murmurs, eyes transfixed upon them. Her fingertips brush over the photos as if they were fragile.

When your own eyes laid focus to them, your face brightens. You reach out to the bed, grabbing the one closest to you out of the scattered pile.

"You kept all of them?" you ask with a smile growing on your face, almost sounding out with emotion as you look to see each and every picture on the bed, some showing the back of the polaroid rather than the front, which only showed purely black.

She smiles widely, giving a nod before leaning to peek at the one you were looking at. "Of course I did," she whispers, seeing that yours was the first one; where you had spotted her polaroid camera and took a picture of her from the side, in the car. She was driving, and you were sat in the passenger seat. It was even on your first date together, and she remembered it all too well.

She slowly took the photo out from your hold, eyes completely locked on it. The date was written below it with the words, 'first date! look at how pretty she is <3'.

"I keep every one. You know I love them," she says under her breath, looking almost longingly nostalgic at the photo, her thumb rubbing off a small smudge or fingerprint near the edge.

You notice the moment, and you smile, your eyes flicking from her face and to the picture. "Our first date," you mention, your heart swelling.

She smiles softly, but sets it back down, then looks up at you. "Breakfast is done, you said?" she asks, the love in her eyes never faltering.

You were sure your heart skipped a beat as she gazed at you, maybe even skipping a second too long to answer. Even though your love for each other was clear; and you had been in a relationship for years...there never was a moment she could fail at making you fall all over again.

You finally give a nod sooner than later. "Yeah. Here, I'll help you move these," you murmured, scooping the pictures up into your hand to gather them up, making sure that none of them get folded or creased either.

"Oh, no, we don't have to--" she says, her eyes widening when she sees you finishing up by putting them back into the box.

"Nope. We can look through all of them while we're eating." you give her a kiss on the cheek, then carry the box up into your arms, turning to walk out the door.

She lets out a small laugh at your quickness, then followed you out to the dining table, seeing the plates and drinks you had already set down. Upon them were, of course, the bacon and eggs you had cooked earlier, along with toast to eat with it.

You place the box down at the middle of the table just as she sat down, and you took the photos out, placing them gently, and careful to not set any near the drinks.

When you soon got to the last of them, your eyes found the sight of Taylor's old polaroid camera, sitting delicately in the box.

She was starting her breakfast, picking up the fork and knife as she looks through the polaroids still. Once she had cut the toast with the eggs to put into her mouth, chewing with the bitten bacon, she sets the fork back down, reaching out to move a couple of the photos.

You fiddle with the camera a little, checking that it was all well and in good order before seeing that it still had some leftover film within it, and something comes up in your mind.

"Tay," you gently call out, holding the camera with a good grip in your hand. She hums, about to take a glance up when she hears a click and a flash goes by.

The shot slowly comes sliding up from the camera, and you smile, but also couldn't resist letting out a giggle when you took out the photo to see her blinking, probably from the flash that came over her.

"Baby," she giggles, coming back into reality as she realizes you had taken a picture of her, her cheeks flushing. You bit your lip with the smile, setting the polaroid on the table. It was slowly having the sight of her with breakfast, although it was still pitch black looking.

"What? You looked cute," you say softly with a chuckle, and your tone was teasing, almost just as it was when you took your first picture with her.

Taylor shakes her head, the raise of her lips lingering without a doubt. "I'm surprised it still works," she says, continuing to eat her meal.

You look at her, shrugging. "Well it has only been sitting in box...we should use it again, you know?" you suggest, playfully and sincerely, holding out the camera to her.

Her eyes travel to it, and her smile grew wider. "I'd love to." she reaches out, grabbing the beloved polaroid camera back into her hands, just how it used to be. She remembers every party (at least, the ones she didn't get horribly drunk on), and nearly every person she's taken the polaroids with. You, of course, especially.

Her fingers were careful as she held it, as if it was an old dusty camera that would break completely under her touch, but it fit perfectly in the shape of her palms. You watch with a stare that held a smile, your hands picking up your own fork and knife to start breakfast.

"Your turn," she calls out, standing up from her chair and taking a step back, holding the camera up to her eye to see through the lenses.

"Wait-- but, I--" you stutter out, unprepared and having just settled to eat, panickly moving to put down your held utensils, but Taylor already took the picture, a flash going by to blind you.

She giggles softly, catching you off guard just as you had for her, and you shook your head, joining in her soft laughter. The day goes like this; the two of you going through the pile of polaroids and adding to it with pictures of you both. You got snaps of the cats too, which caused some of them to blink as if they had one brain cell from the flash, or run away from you both.

You took pictures of just about anything precious to you too. Your intertwined hands, the cute plush she got for you on your anniversary that you loved, or her guitar.

But then, you especially remembered to take some pictures when you invited Taylor for a board game session. Although one part of it had made her forgot how many steps she had, and you already picked up the dice, causing her numbers to be untraceable.

When she tried moving forward with what she thought she got, in reality, she had another step forward without the snake, but you didn't say anything about it as you watched her fall down, getting your turn once she finished. When it reached the end, you had won the game, making her gape her mouth open.

"You distracted me! Thats cheating!" she says, pointing her finger at you. You stifle a laugh and your cheeks flushed as it was true, which only rang bells into her head that you had done something.

"No, I didn't! I won!" You shook your head, giggling and unwilling to admit it. She stares at you, squinting her eyes at you, then looked away.

"Foul play, no fair." She pouted, crossing her arms. Her shoulders fall ever so slightly, displaying an adorably upset Taylor, and you bit your lip, looking at her with your heart melting.

"Okay, okay, you did have another step that could have avoided the snake..." you say, your voice dissolving into a quiet mumbling, feeling guilty. A gasp quickly comes from her, and she looks at you, her open mouth having made the sound of shock this time.

"You're such a cheater!" She gently pushes her hand against your chest, giggles filling the room entirely, but you go closer to her.

"Cuddles. I'll treat you with cuddles for forgivement..." you murmur, bringing her into an embrace as you nuzzle into her shoulder. She continues with her pout, but this time, a little more actingly as she had a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I'm still upset," she whispers, but her body said otherwise when she leaned into you. You knew she wasn't, at least not truly, but you hug her tighter.

"I'm sorry, baby," you whisper back, trying not to laugh again and instead, going further to sit in her lap, your legs straddling her waist and your face burying into her chest.

Then, you bring your face out, only to lean up and give her a kiss on her pouty lips. "There. Is that better?" you asks softly, looking into her eyes. A smile replaces her pout, and she nods, giving a nuzzle to your nose. "Much."

(bonus pic because I loved both and couldn't pick, but also because it matches the ending<3)

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clingy baby.

| T.S

Warnings: R being clingy/adorably stubborn with taylor, taylor carrying you around nearly all day, one short scene of a shower together with little detail, and a taste of pancake batter

Summary: A sweet morning spent with Taylor, making pancakes while clinging onto her each time you could.

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: Fluff

A/N: honestly this didnt quite turn out to be as 'clingy' as I wanted it to be, but its definitely still adorably in the story! enjoy<3

| Started on 02/06/2024, 9:01 AM |

| Finished on 29/09/2024, 5:01 PM |

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“baby, be as sweet, as caring, and as clingy as you want to be...because i love you.”

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This sweet morning was cozy and warm, spent all curled up with Taylor. There were no duty calls for today, so she chose to stay in bed with you, nestled against her chest.

She was already up, her hands gently combing through your hair as she gazes off, getting spaced out. A few strands of hair were also curling with the movement of her fingers.

You, on the other hand, have been in and out of sleep since the first time you woke up, having the desire to get all the rest you could, to which, Taylor did the same, but now both of you were fully awake, cuddling under the covers.

She couldn't go back to sleep even if she wanted to, and you knew your body would ache if you slept any longer, not to mention the headaches.

You move for a stretch, looking just like one of her cats that would elongate their bodies. You get all your joints ready for the day before relaxing back into your original position, feeling her comfort.

When a yawn starts to escape your lips, you use Taylor's chest to hide half your face, nuzzling into her. The blonde smiles, softly gazing down at you.

She leans down to place a kiss at the top of your head, then gives you a gentle squeeze in her embrace. "Baby...lets get up...its afternoon..." she whispered softly, your messy morning hair against her face.

"Mm, just a few more minutes," you murmur, burrowing further into her as your own arms tighten their hold around her. She could almost feel the pout on your lips through her clothes. It was everything adorable to her, but the time on the clock holding double digits showed that you both had stayed in bed much longer than you should have.

She takes a breath in, then lets it out softly. "Okay...well then, you stay here while I take a shower," she suggests, smiling teasingly before she starts moving to get up.

"Nooo...I wanna come with you," you softly whined, pulling her back as she sat up. Without hesitation, she pauses, glancing to you with a knowing playful look, determined to have you up.

"Get up then, love," she says, her nod urging as she keeps her eyes in contact with yours. The pout on your lips deepened, with the smallest hint of frustration of the choice you're left with; get out of the bed that was warm and cozy only to feel your aching bones, or stay in bed but feel the coldness of it being empty without her.

"Hmh." You huff, turning your face to the sheets slightly. Your shoulders even slump downwards, and it was hard for her to not let out a small chuckle.

"Come on." She urges, gently pulling your hand. You eventually relented, sitting up, and standing on your feet with enough loving from her, but staying close to her still, arms holding onto her.

Taylor smiles, not minding it since you were now at least out of bed. Her arm wraps around your waist, pressing you closer to her. But seeing as you might not possibly budge from your current spot, she decides to pick you up into her arms.

You blink at the sudden change of height, your arms holding onto her, but in a way, it felt more comforting. Besides, you were as close to her as you could be like this.

Your path took you to the bathroom, where Taylor gently puts you down to turn on the water, adjusting it to the right temperature for a perfect shower.

Once she was done, she helps you undress, even with the pout she had to kiss away, along with a few tickling kisses she left at your neck and cheek.

The shower was spent with love and care, her hands gliding over your skin without difficulty, careful to be mindful of each area, and planting even more soft kisses, this time on your shoulder.

After some relishing time passes by, you were both soon clean. She wraps you up in the fluffy towels you had, making sure it was secure.

In a small thought, you take a step forward when she covers her own body, reaching out to intertwine your hand with hers, the warmth of her fingers radiating against yours.

She turns her head, smiling at you before gently tugging you off to the bedroom, so you could both get your clothes on. Although, technically, borrowed clothes of each other.

A while after, you sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to finish buttoning up her white shirt. She turns around, seeing you swinging your legs carefreely. When she takes her steps towards you, a smile instantly pulls at your lips.

The gaze she reflects back had the same adorning look as yours, her arms going around your waist to gently pull you closer. She nuzzles against your nose, further going in for a soft kiss.

You return it with all the warm love thats been making your heart melt just like the sunshine does to ice creams.

In an instinctive moment, your arms wrap around her, softly breaking the kiss to pull her in for a hug. Her arms embrace you, with not a single ounce of affection missing.

She was about to lean back when your arms only tightened around her, and she chuckles, shaking her head.

When she gently picks you up just like earlier, you were grateful, holding onto her. Your heart beated against her chest, possibly syncing with hers as your face was against her shoulder.

"I love you," you whisper, the sound of your voice going a little melodically in contentment from being with her.

She grins, and leaves a kiss at the top of your head. "I love you too, sweetheart," she returns back the three words, adding in the loving nickname she always uses.

A hum came from her throat, soft and quiet. "What should we have for breakfast today?" she asks, swaying lightly to induce some serene and calmness for the two of you.

You hum yourself, turning your face out from her shoulder. Seconds go by in thought, feeling her comfort in the meanwhile. "I'm thinking...pancakes," you finally answer, smiling.

Her nose scrunches up in happiness, looking at you softly. "Pancakes it is." She nods, walking forward to get out the bedroom.

Feeling your weight in her arms almost kept her grounded in a way. Her morning mind was staying clear of any lesser thoughts, and only the thoughts of taking care of you and making breakfast were present.

Once she arrives to the kitchen, she sets you down on one of the barstools at the kitchen island. You were still close to her, but resting instead of moving around a lot.

She kisses you softly, about to go grab the pan for the pancakes, but just before she walks away completely, she goes to pick up Olivia, putting her in your lap so you had something to distract yourself with.

You stay with the sweet cat for a few minutes, gently petting her head and stroking her fur. Sure she kept you company, but as you continued to watch Taylor, you couldn't help but feel restless.

Your teeth sinks into your lip at a decision, and it wasn't long before you set the cat down on the floor.

A meow came from the feline, and you smile at her, giving her a few more pets before standing up and making your way to Taylor.

She was mixing up the batter of the pancake when she felt a pair of arms going around her waist, making her slow her stirring. She turns to look over her shoulder, a smile raising up on her lips when she sees you, head resting against her back.

The batter calms down into a more flat looking state when she stops completely, pausing to reach one of her arms around your shoulder, pulling you to her side. Then, she continues mixing.

"You wanna help, baby?" she asks, tilting her head as her eyes flicker between the bowl and you. For a moment, at the notice of your bitten lip, her hand reaches up to brush against your lip so it was free before returning her hand to the comforting spot on your shoulder.

You peek at her progress, then nod eagerly at her question. She hums softly for a moment, thinking of what you could do and choosing the options in her head.

"Cut some strawberries and apples for me?" she suggests, looking to you for your reaction. But you were already on your way to the fridge, having let go of her. A small chuckle escapes her, her gaze staying on you for a moment before focusing back to the pancakes.

You grab some strawberries from its original container, washing them in water for a moment. You repeat the same action with the apples, then place it onto the wooden cutting board, both your hands and the fruit now clean.

Some gentle background music starts up when Taylor tapped play on her phone, brushing her hands on her apron, then continuing back to set the pan on the stove.

You eye the bowl that had the pancake batter, seeing that she was distracted with making sure the pan was heated fine. Deciding to take your chance, you take a step to the side and poke a finger ever so slightly into the batter, quickly taking a small taste.

Her head turns back to the bowl to pick it up, but when she sees you, her eyes widen much further, identifying the fact that you had stolen a little bit of it by the fact that you had your finger in your mouth for just a small second.

"Hey! Hands off." She gently swats your hand away, picking her bowl up and protectively pulling it to her chest. A giggle sounds out from you, and you move back to your own place.

"I needed to make sure they were good..." you murmur, grabbing the knife to cut the fruit, placing a single strawberry on the board carefully.

Meanwhile, Taylor had gasped, putting her hand on her heart to feign that you had offended her. "How dare you. You know my cooking is good," she says, staring at you for a moment before turning back to the stove.

But she pauses without even a second later, her hands still lifted up with the bowl. She bit her lip, looking at you once more. "But how was it?" she asks, looking expectantly as her cheeks came up with a faint blush.

You just barely saw it when you took a glance, and you had to stifle a giggle, only your lips curled up. "Delicious, as always," you assure her. She nods, thankful for your reply.

"Good," she whispers, returning back to her pancake making; putting the bowl back down, and then swiping some oil on the pan first.

You keep your focus on cutting your side nutritional snacks, having already finished up with the strawberries and setting them aside, to then working on the apples.

Taylor hummed along to the music, dancing here and there. When you went to throw away the centre of the apples you had cut off, you caught her doing a silly dance move that made you giggle with a shake of your head.

Her own laughter came into sound until she grabs a ladle and starts scooping up the pancake batter, making sure it wasn't dripping before she slowly pours it down onto the heated pan.

You put the cut fruit onto a plate, arranging them down before you peek at her cooking once again, and right in the perfect timing. She goes to flip it over, revealing the beautifully cooked side.

"Ooh, that's perfectly golden," you say, your face brightening at the sight. Taylor smiles widely, letting out a small giggle too. "I know, right?" She adds, leaning towards you to give you a nudge with her shoulder.

You then prepare the plates, helping her put the pancakes on them once the waiting for each side was finished. She did some smaller pancakes with the extra batter, saving them as a movie snack for later.

As you waited for her to put all the pancakes on your plate, you were putting some cut up strawberries atop her pancake, serving it as topping, just how she liked it.

She glances to you to see her meal beautifully decorated, and it made her smile as she picks up your plate. "Thank you." She leans in, giving a soft peck to your cheek.

A flush of pink crosses your face, and you smiled, helping her bring her own plate to the table too, following behind her as she puts yours in front of your usual spot.

You placed her pancake with the strawberry topping next to yours, making it so you were sitting side by side.

You took your seat, but scooted your chair a little closer to her, sliding your pancake closer to yourself, then going to pick up the fork and knife.

She settles herself down too, looking at you with a gentle gaze. The two of you enjoy your sweet breakfast, maple syrup being poured and dripping down the stack of fluffy pancakes.

You took a few apple slices too, putting them on your plate so you could easily pierce your fork through them without having to reach your arm out every time. Taylor sneakily stole one with her own fork, taking a bite of it. When you saw it, your eyes instantly go to her.

"Hey, thats mine." You call her out, your shoulders falling into a small slump. You had claimed specifically those slices for yourself, until she rudely, although gently, snatched it away.

"You stole a taste of my pancake batter..." she mumbles, her expression mindless as you watch her with an unamused gaze. Her hand was moving to cut a few more pieces of her pancake, and she was holding back a smile.

"But they're right there," you say, gesturing to the plate still full of the fruit you had beautifully put out, and a small giggle escapes the blonde.

"I had to make sure they were good...and safe for you to eat," she teasingly said. The words escaped with her soft breath, and it connected to the ones you had said earlier.

You shook your head, smiling widely at her playful behaviour, but continued with your breakfast anyway.

The time passes, and it wasn't long until you were soon left with empty plates, but full stomachs, standing up from your chairs.

You help Taylor clean up, picking the plates up from the table to wash them, and clearing up the counters of any leftover ingredients or cooking items.

As soon as you were done, the gentle clink of the final plate had sounded out from the dish rack; a sign of Taylor's own work being finished. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, your hands at the edge of it.

"Tay," You whisper, your lips forming a pout. She was wiping off the water splashes on the counter and dries her hands, using the small towel that was hanging on the oven handle.

"Mm?" She hums softly, slowly stopping to turn and look at you. When she sees you putting your arms out, her heart couldn't melt anymore with love, knowing exactly what you were asking for.

"Come here," she urges softly, her hands gesturing until you walk close enough to her. Once you were inches away, she waits until you put your arms around her before she gently hooks her hands underneath the back of your knees, picking you up.

"You're so clingy today, sweetheart," she whispers, rubbing your back with one of her hands as she goes to kiss the top of your head.

"I'm sorry...I just miss you," you murmur, burying your face into her neck. The warmth she radiated was everything to you, and the air that you breathed had a familiar scent.

"No need to be sorry. I'm just teasing you, love." she whispers, leaning back to kiss you, then moving to nuzzle her nose against yours sweetly.

"Besides..." she starts, walking off to where your shared bedroom is, the sun still gently coming through the windows to keep the space alit.

You listen on, but you were also caught up in just being close to her, until she gently sets you down at the edge of the bed, which made you lean back curiously.

She smiles, slowly letting one of her hands trail off you. "Your girlfriend's got muscles for days, sweetheart," she said, a gentle wink going with her eye, playfully showing her biceps. You easily giggled softly, shaking your head at her antics.

Her grin widens with her own laugh, just before it slowly fades, and her lips hide her teeth. "I missed you too, you know?" she whispers, her hands returning to holding you.

"And I quite like this side of you. It gets me the excuse to carry you around and get kisses all the time." Her eyes were filled with only love and adoration, even as she leans down to rest her head against your shoulder.

The curl of your lips linger at her reassurance, and you keep the eye contact. "You don't need an excuse for that." The words were a hushed sound within your breath, escaping with affection.

"I know I don't," she reasons, tilting her head to look up at you. Then, moves to brush her lips against yours, up until they're captured in a sweet kiss.

She sighs softly, and you could feel her breath, fanning against your skin. "You feel so right in my arms..." she murmurs, nuzzling into you once more.

"I love you," you say, and to her ears, all she heard was the cutest voice in the whole world, from her most favorite person, someone she'd keep preciously all to herself.

Her smile was knowing. Knowing, so much, that this will be forever for once in her life. That she'll always love you, even fall for you entirely all over again and again, and you will always love her just as much.

And without hesitation, she whispers back,

"I love you, too."

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coming back home.

| T.S

Warnings: anticipatory/repetitive worrying, anxiety, mention of R not eating because of anxiety (but have eaten a meal a few hours before), R nibbling on lip and getting gently scolded by tay, heart stopping (soft and too cute) messages, and more focused on R until the end

Summary: Taylor had been away on tour, and today was the day she was coming back, but upon your waiting of her plane, you get worried.

Word Count: 3.7k

Category: fluff! hurt/comfort (if you squint)

A/N: we're gonna have to pretend Taylor doesn't have a private jet in this one, or that its a time before she ever had one...

| Started on 01/07/2024, 9:46 PM |

| Finished on 04/10/2024, 11:06 PM |

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"The worries, coming like a storm, but may they pass, in time."

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The car hummed as you unbuckled your seatbelt, checking that you had everything you needed before you went to get out to the parking lot. For the very moment, it was only you, and your phone keeping you company.

But today was the day. The day where Taylor was coming back home from her tour, after days of facetiming and watching her through videos and screens, you were finally going to see her again, to hold her and give her affection. The are you had driven to was the airport, your feet currently stepping upon the open parking lot of the airport ground.

The birds were chirping, and crows were flying back to their homes within a flock, the same as the people that was walking around, either with their friend or with their family.

You grab your phone from your pocket, opening up your direct messages to see if Taylor's texted you anything. There were no new messages, but you couldn't help but linger on the ones she had sent while you were at the house earlier, your heart swelling at the sight.

<- Back Tay<3 Facetime

Hey! I'm on the bridge, on the way to the plane. Gonna be in soon.

Hope you're taking care of yourself<3

Meet you when I arrive?

Hey love :] I'll be there to pick you up.

What time will the plane be down?

I think...in maybe about three hours or so...

Are the cats doing okay??

Why are you so far away from me? I miss you

too much to wait that long :(

Are the cats doing okay??

╭┈┈┈┈╯

Yes, they are, don't worry<3

Aw, I miss you too, sweetheart...

I'm gonna give you all the hugs and kisses and cuddles to make up for our time okay?

I LOOOOOVEEEE you!!! mwah!! ❤️❤️

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With a soft smile on your face, you enter the airport, looking up from your phone to see the crowds of people, filling the space. You took a deep breath, and slipped your phone back in your pocket.

You should have been used to it by now, you thought, but the amount of people that could surround you at any given moment was still a little frightening.

Of course, you weren't a celebrity who's used to being in public in such a way. You were only the lover of someone who's basically the figure of the music industry, but there was still the smallest risk for someone to recognize you, leading up to the mustering of a crowd. But you gave yourself all the encouragement you could, just for Taylor.

As you walk through, you kept yourself in small cover, wearing a cap tilted forward just slightly. Every person passing by or standing near was further making your anxiety levels heighten, but it wasn't all that bad once you remembered to put on your earphones. The music calmed down your heart, and distracted you from everything else, just a little.

The sound of the announcer echoes through the area, coming from the speakers propped up high in the airport. Your eyes traveled through the space, taking in how large it was.

There were some trinket shops, for the tourists that were visiting the very place you live in, while the other spots are for snacks and meals, but those didn't really gravitate your body towards them.

Once you catch sight of a bakery though, you didn't hesitate a single step to turn over to it, changing your path and taking the chance to grab a sweet treat for both you and Taylor.

As you opened the door and the bell lightly rang, you noticed that it wasn't packed at all. In fact, it was empty...a stark contrast to the amount of human bodies you were once surrounded by, just earlier.

The bakery was cozy, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafted all throughout the air of the space. You nearly had to pause when it filled your senses, the dim lighting luring you off to the glass casing too.

Inside, there were various snacks and small little meals perfect for traveling, although you were only in waiting for someone. Under a kind orange lighting, there were eggtarts, cookies, donuts, bagels, some pastries, and pies. Your stomach might've even protested, just a little at the sight, and you were grateful the owner was busy with his back to you, his hands putting a new batch of cookies in the oven.

It didn't take long for you to decide on what to get, knowing Taylor's favorites like they were yours. After a few seconds of just staring at the baked goods, not even trying to decide anymore, but now gathering your courage to talk, you look up to the man that had turned to look at you. Realizing his attention was on you, you take out your earphones to rest in your hand.

"Anything you'd like?" He asks, his question open, rather than a direct ask. He had a mustache and a kind face with a smile, his hat tilted off to the side. You couldn't resist the small smile on your own lips, along with a nod.

You pointed to the treats you wanted, mentioning their names too in case he couldn't figure out which one your finger went to.

He opened the glass door and happily took them out, delicately putting each of them into small clear bags and containers, that then go into a bigger, plastic bag with the bakery's logo on it.

It wasn't a rush hour, nor were you rushing yourself. The both of you were relaxed as he loads them gently, and you were patient as you watched, leaning your arm against the counter.

Once he had finished, he places your bought food in front of you, making sure they were all taken in. He counted each type into the cash register screen, the numbers going up until he gestures to the card scanner. You, of course, brought out your card, and did the usual procedure, holding it to the scanner. It was read, and the payment easily goes through.

After you stored your card back, you grab the plastic bag, careful not to jostle it as you turn around. The owner returns back to his work in the meanwhile, glad he could make another customer happy, along with himself.

Walking through the airport was a pain to your legs, with it being a large building that then had another large building connected to it. You had even resorted to going onto the long flat escalators that were spread around the place, taking breaks while still moving, but when you realized it was way too slow, you went back to making your legs work.

Finally, you reached the nearest waiting area to where Taylor's gate would be, the big windows at the side showing a view of the runway.

There weren't a lot of taken seats, the place being a more calm and breathable area. But still, you took the corner that was closest to the large window, not wanting to be too out in the open space.

The chair creaked just slightly when you sat on it, a sign of its old age and successful long stay in the airport. But surprisingly, it was in good shape despite it, and the leather was clean.

Crinkles came from your plastic bag next, being placed on the seat beside you, and you only hoped no one would steal it when you weren't looking.

You grab out a sausage bun from out the bag, a reasonable choice for the way your stomach made sound earlier. The bread was a little oily when you had to grab it out with your hand, considering it was being stubborn with fumbling its way out the clear plastic, but you simply made it dissolve into your skin by rubbing your fingers together.

The first bite was a delicacy to your taste buds. There was no doubt you'll return to that bakery whenever you'll need to come back to this airport, it easily getting your approval.

You enjoy your small meal, needing to put it down for a moment to put your earphones back on, muffling off the world around you and filling your ears with music instead, once more.

Of course, it was your girlfriend's songs playing on your phone. 'Holy Ground (Taylor's Version)' sounding out, continuing the Red album from where you had left it, off from the car.

You took a deep breath in, then softly released it, preparing yourself to do a deep dive with the music, and for the hours of waiting you'd need to do. To be honest, you were even a little more anxious of the waiting, than the people around you, your eyes warily wandering for your surroundings, before your gaze returns to the window.

Planes arrived and departed, and you watched, staying quiet in your corner. The minutes pass by. The time ticks off each hour, the clock somewhere on the airport wall showing how long its been.

You were almost sure someone was manipulating it to be going slower than it should. But the longer it goes, the more anxious you got.

Your eyes watch a plane arrive, your breath held in your throat as you saw that it was the same airline company that Taylor was on, but it wasn't going to her gate.

The held breath you had releases as a sigh, and you lean back in your seat, tilting your head to see the bag of baked goods beside you. You only hoped the food wasn't going too cold. But, in the gentle attack of the airport AC, there wasn't much you could do.

Your eyes start to roam a little more, tearing them away from the window you've been stuck on, wanting to catch a glimpse of Taylor's plane, touching down to be home to you.

The occupance of seats in your area wasn't changing much, and you couldn't tell if the airport was getting more crowded or growing empty. Maybe neither.

Instead of listening to the music, you were starting to space out, feeling the beat of your heart against your chest, and your teeth had sank into your lips, wondering what was happening on her end. She said she'd arrive in three hours and it had been four. But of course she was coming, why wouldn't she? Had her plane run late? Did she miss it and forgot to tell you in the midst of her busy work? No, of course not.

You check your phone, your hand feeling the leather material of your chair as you do. There wasn't any new messages from her, and it didn't take much for your leg to start moving from the worrying.

It wasn't until you look back up from your phone that you finally notice the big screen at the end of the airport, showing every flight's info; their times and their travels all written down.

Your breath got caught at the realization, and quickly, your eyes searched for Taylor's flight, passing by the other ones that were meaningless to you.

You saw it. Just a glimpse, but damn the screen changing for the other flights just as you do. You wait a little. Then, you saw, thankfully, not a red line on hers, but a yellow one, the large capitalized words beside it showing; 'DELAYED ARRIVAL'.

Your eyebrows furrowed. Taylor had gone on the plane before it could be delayed, considering she texted you that she was already on the bridge, so what could have possibly happened?

A sigh left your lips, and you shifted in your seat, your mind's noise only getting stronger for her in the passing time.

Outside, it was a pretty sunset, the blue skies fading off to an orange, chasing yellows in between. You couldn't help but think if Taylor was looking at the same view, and if hers were prettier in the plane.

Maybe she was worrying about you too, especially with the nighttime coming into play, but all you had was the window to look to in hope. After a few more moments, you try messaging her, your heart hoping that maybe it'll get a message out of her, somehow.

Hey, you're late, what happened??

sent at 6:23 PM

But upon the bright skies disappearing into a dark night, the hope was shrinking small, and the orange lights that came from the aiport vehicles outside with the marshallers were reflecting off the window.

I'm worried, tay

get home safe, please

sent at 6:24 PM

You texted her again, your lower lip bitten deeply by your teeth, and you were sure Taylor would notice the marks and battering of your lips when she's back with you.

In the gray clouds that covered up the stars, if there were any to be seen with the amount of lights there were at the airport-- the wind was starting to build outside, causing the workers to hold onto the vehicles and bags they had.

When a lightning flashes and it sounded out before you could even count out how long it'd be until the noise came, you flinched, your heartrate growing quicker at the sudden surprise.

It was clear. A strong storm was oncoming, and now you were at the edge of your seat, holding onto yourself. Your stomach was getting emptier from the amount of time thats gone by, but you didn't even feel like getting anything into your system in the suspense, and even looking at the bag, you were sure you'd be sick from anxiety.

You kept staring. Hoping. Even if you had done the same thing all those hours ago, maybe this time it'll work, that you'll finally see the plane Taylor was on.

And for once there was something through the dark clouds. Of course, lots of plane were passing and coming already, but it was slowly stopping at the storm, and your eyes transfixed on the blinking light you saw.

It was green and red, and it blinked again, and again, until you saw a plane finally pass by through the clouds, having the markings of Taylor's, but you were still waiting, and waiting.

You had to even put your music to a pause, needing to put your focus all upon it, along with steadying your breaths.

The plane had touched down, and it was soon going down the empty runway, the grass, tall as it was, being blown back by both the wind of the airplane and the weather.

The slowness of it almost frustrated you. But you kept watching, your eyes flickering from the plane to the screen until the giant screen blinked, and the line turned green on Taylor's flight, showing 'ARRIVED', in assurance for you. The plane had slowly stopped too, being guided to its parking spot.

Oh. You were relieved. So, so relieved, you felt at the near edge of collapsing. The breath you let out felt like the longest one you held, and you blinked your eyes to get yourself together.

She had better been in that plane. You pick up the plastic bag with the food, gathered your things, and stored your earphones, standing up without another second wasted.

Your feet was swift with your shoes on the ground, going to where the exit of the security area would be, and you searched, desperately, after every person that walks through the doorway. The plane didn't even have all that many people onboard, but each one that left felt like one too many to you.

You shifted on your feet, peeked, and had to move to the side so people could walk through the airport without trouble, but only until you saw a speckle of the familiar blonde hair you would usually see at home.

It wasn't much, but it was something, and you had to wait for her to turn fully before you could see if it truly was Taylor or not. When she did, slowly, god, your heart pumped with excitement. It was almost like seeing her for the first time again. There she was. In front of you.

"Tay!!!" you called her, waving at her, and her once tired eyes widened, her face brightening as she goes to run to you, opening her arms out.

"HI!!" She said, her volume much stronger than it should be, but she didn't care, eagerly wrapping her arms around you once she was completely close to you.

"Hi!! Oh, baby, what happened, where were you??" you ask, your second question perhaps not making sense in the slightest, but you've been too worried and is filled up with too much happiness to even think.

"Oh, god, I was so worried you wouldn't be here!! My plane got caught up in a storm and the lines were all dead so I couldn't text you, and--" She rambles, her hands tightening around you before you realize she was far too worried herself.

"Shhh...baby, baby...its okay, I'm just happy you're safe," you whisper, nuzzling into the side of her head and leaving a kiss there, the both of you swaying slightly.

"I missed you. I've missed you so much," she murmurs, leaving kisses herself, and her adrenaline of seeing you was wearing off as she relished in your warm hug.

"I love you. And I've missed you too..." You whisper, sighing softly, trying to hold back the prickling tiniest bits of tears that were trying to form.

"I love you too. Oh, you have no idea how much I've missed you..." she continues, nuzzling into your neck and mumbling about it, clutching onto you as if you'd disappear.

You giggle softly, feeling her squeezes and kisses, returning it all yourself, especially because you were holding onto her for dear life, too.

"I'm here now...I'm here," you whisper softly and soothingly, rubbing your hand up and down her back. You only thanked everything in the world that the people were actually lessening, at least from her plane's arrival, and they were tired themselves too, unable to even focus on the reunion the two of you had. But you were sure there was more to come for this plane's next departure.

You look around before leaning back, just inches away. "Lets get out of here before more people gather up, sweetheart," you say, returning your gaze to her with all your softness.

She nods. "Yeah...its been too long of a day, I can't even-- think to deal with that right now..." She whispers, pulling away from you with emotion in her eyes and a small sniffle from her nose. You smile softly, your hand sliding up to gently wipe her tears off of her cheek.

"Time to go home, hm?" You said quietly, letting her lean against your side as you turned around to walk, helping to take her backpack and luggage with you while your other arm kept itself around her.

She nods, her arms wrapped around your waist. Of course, her bodyguards were around, keeping an eye on your surroundings and the both of you, but you didn't mind them, grateful they were there in fact, as you walked out to the car together

The car ride home was full of her hand reaching over to intertwine with yours, and she would be leaning against your shoulder if not for the centre console getting in her way.

She was also sleepy. Oh, so sleepy, your heart ached at the sight. You'd bring your hand to her shoulder whenever there was a red light, soothingly rubbing her in reassurance, while also helping her tense muscles.

When you arrived to your home, she was already about asleep, her head tilted slightly in the passenger seat, and the seatbelt keeping her safe.

You turned off the engine, but then looked to her, your teeth sinking into your lower lips. She looked so pretty, even in just the streetlight. And adorable. Every feature of her face, you traced with your eyes, but you snap out of it with the fading feeling of the car's cool air.

You almost didn't have the heart to wake her up, but you knew you definitely weren't going to make it to the bedroom holding her up.

So, with a hesitating hand, you reach over and gently put it on her shoulder. "Tay..." you whisper, starting at a very low volume at first.

But nothing came from her, not even a stir. She was too deep in her sleep, and that made you even more reluctant.

After a few more seconds paired with the encouragement of the heat that was starting to seep into the car with the engine off, you very gently shook her shoulder. "Tay...baby, wake up..." you whisper softly, trying one more time.

Finally, she did stir, a small groan sounding from her as her eyes barely opened, but she only put her hand atop yours and whined, clearly not wanting to wake up.

"Baby, we're home...come on, I'll help you walk, hm?" you offer, giving a gentle squeeze to her shoulder. The only response you got was a small huff, and a smile rose on your lips. She was always the cutest when she was sleepy, and your heart always melted at it.

You get out the car, rounding off to her side to open the door. She was awake, but with a sleepy pout as she slumped in her seat. A soft breath passed by your mouth, and you unbuckle her seatbelt, smiling softly at how she wasn't budging until you gave her a kiss and helped her up.

The path to the front door was paved safely through slow steps and a fumbling of your keys, and you somehow arrived to the edge of your shared bed after locking off the front door of the house.

Taylor had lazily fallen into the warm, cozy, familiar bed, mumbling some incoherent things under her breath that you'd guess are words that meant she missed the soft mattress and sheets she always slept in.

You let her get comfortable, but not before the two of you change that you finally join her in bed, crawling up to lay comfortably beside her, your arm wrapping around to her back to pull her closer.

She lets out a soft, content sigh, cuddling you close, too. Her eyes were already closed, but she wasn't asleep again just yet, and your mind was roaming too much back to the airport.

Not wanting to disturb her, but also wanting to talk about it, you decide to keep your voice hushed. "So...your plane was traveling through a storm?" you whisper, your free hand shifting slightly to go closer to hers.

"Mhm...'m sorry I worried you...the plane already went in the air and there was no line..." she whispers sleepily, feeling the brush of your fingers, so she intertwines your free hands.

Your eyes soften and your body relaxes at her slower explanation than her worried rambling from earlier. "...Baby, don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault you didn't know there was a storm, and neither did the employees," you murmur, brushing a stray strand of her hair to the back of her ear.

She smiles softly, and snuggles up closer to you, nuzzling into your chest. It didn't take long for her to end up leaving a kiss on your collarbone, then your cheek, and then finally trailing off inches away from your lips, but she pauses, seeing the small bitten skin of your lips.

A soft sigh escapes her, but the worry in her eyes were a tell that she wasn't mad or anything, only concerned for you. Her thumb goes to gently caress your lip before she leans in, kissing it slowly to make it better.

You easily melted into it, finding the reassurance in the softness of it all. "I'm happy you're safe..." You pull up the covers, wanting to keep you both a little more warm.

She moves herself a little, but leans back into you. "I'll always come back home to you..." she then takes a breath, continuing. "but you need to stop hurting your pretty lips, baby..." the blonde whispers, and you gaze down at her in sweetness.

"I can't help it...I'm sorry," you add on quietly. She could feel your heart beating, lulling her to sleep, but she knows the worries going in your mind, so she nuzzles into you again.

"It's okay...I'm right here beside you, so, shh...just go to sleep, baby..." she whispers, assuring you with a soft squeeze of her embrace, and leaving a kiss to your neck, wanting you to feel comforted before going to sleep yourself.

"I love you..." you murmur, your eyes falling heavily, and you could feel her hand gently slipping under your shirt, soothingly caressing your skin with her thumb.

"Mmn...love you, too," she whispers, just before the two of you fell deep into your snuggled up slumber.

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pretty.

| T.S

Warnings: fluff overload, may not have been proofread

Summary: to see Taylor in her very own safety and comfort with you, with her natural face gazing back at you, was a blessing to your eyes.

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff

A/N: I dont know what this is, but I thought it was cute :]

| Started on 12/07/2024, 11:07 AM |

| Finished on 05/10/2024, 12:20 PM |

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“darling, darling! let me just utter to you just how much I love you.”

(lets ignore the fact that I've used a pic from this same video before for another fic 👀 she just looks so cute<3)

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Taylor was sitting with her back on the bed, scrolling through her phone and looking through Tumblr, replying to fans and making her own little posts, her leg resting against her other leg.

You had your head rested against her stomach, comfortably using it as a makeshift pillow. Within seconds, she was smiling softly, watching a cat video that had popped up on her dashboard.

A giggle sounds out from her, causing the vibrations of her laugh to travel over to you, and it was the softest thing you've heard all day. You would be on your own phone, but it was just sitting there in your hand, the screen fading dimly in warning before it turned off.

Your eyes couldn't help but admire her every features, simply the crinkle in the corner of her eyes, the blue within her irises, the way her blonde hair would soak in the golden sun, and the curve of her adorable lips.

It had been minutes, of her getting caught up on the screen, and you caught up on her, but it didn't take her long to notice you staring up at her from where you laid.

She shifts her leg off from her knee, putting it more comfortably on the bed, then looking to you instead of her phone.

A breath of air just went in her mouth just as she was about to utter words, but you had spoken first. "You look so pretty...like this," you whisper, the volume barely above the breath you let out, and she blinks for a moment, subtle surprise taking her face.

"...Really?" She raises her eyebrows, a small smile raising up on her face. She had gotten compliments all the time, but with you, it was different.

Your own lips mirrored hers, holding a wider grin, and you eagerly nod. "Mhm." The way you gazed up at her melted her heart, even if you did look like how her cats would whenever they'd lay against her chest. In fact, it makes it better.

"Thank you..." she whispers, a hint of pink tinting her cheeks in all the cutest ways. As much as that would be you whenever she showered you with affection, you absolutely understood now why she would continue to make your heart swell until it bursts with love.

"I think you are the most beautiful person in the entire world," you murmur, moving to sit up, your legs starting to gently go to the sides of her hips, getting comfortable.

She smiles even softer, her hands instinctively going around your waist. "Even without my classic red lipstick?" she murmurs with a tilt of her head, the tone playful, but the words going two ways.

"Mm...your classic red lipstick may be pretty, baby, but I love you all the same even without it. You don't need it-- or anything, to be pretty," you respond, with all the reassurance she needed.

"Just..." You lean forward, arms going to her shoulders to pull yourself in closer. She keeps her eyes on you, admiring your own features, even.

"This..." you continue, murmuring as your hands went to gently cup her face. She just couldn't resist letting her eyes trail down off to your soft looking lips.

"You." The words were breathed out, everything perfect of a loving moment. The rest of the world almost just didn't matter at all, when its just the two of you.

"I love you," you whispered, leaning in to brush against her lips before capturing it. It felt like she was falling in love all over again, head over heels for you. As if it was another confession. And it wasn't even your anniversary or a special day. God, you should have saved it for that because she couldn't even say anything to your current adoration.

The kiss was soon slowly parted, with her not even fully opening her eyes yet. "Your natural face and all of you, is so...adorable," you continued on with genuine sincerity, your thumbs gently caressing her cheek.

A soft laugh comes from her. "I don't even know what to say to that," she says, under the mere exhale of her shallow breath.

A giggle comes from you without hesitation at her cute response. "You don't have to say anything, I just wanted you to know," you reassure, leaning in to nuzzle against her nose.

"Mm. Okay." She nods, then captures your lips again. Your heart skips a beat, but you softly gave in to it without aby hesitation in your bones.

"And you are just as beautiful, sweetheart," she whispers, her finger going up to gently boop your nose when she leaned back, which made it crinkle up, and gracing a smile on your lips. She really did a move of, 'if I'm melting you're melting too'.

"I love you more, by the way," she declares, moving to lay down against the pillows with you on her chest, holding you carefully as she shifted her position.

You hummed, about to protest, but she shook her head and squeezed you tight in her embrace. "Don't even," she whispers, knowing exactly that you were going to say your love was higher.

A chuckle escapes your heart. "I wasn't even going to..." you murmur, your cheeks flushing at her knowing you all too well.

You bit your lip, turning quiet. She absolutely knew you were for sure coming up for a creative way of lovingly fighting her back, but she didn't stop you.

"...I love you to the moon and to saturn?" you whisper, tilting your head up to her with a small smile. She raises her eyebrows, a grin spreading across her face, but she already had a response ready.

"I love you with the entirety of the galaxy then," she whispers, pulling you closer. Her hands gently went under your shirt, dancing around the skin under it.

"Okay, okay..." you murmur, going to bury your face in her chest, surrendering to her big confession of her warm love.

She chuckles softly, leaning down to nuzzle into your hair. She had gotten you, this time. One of her hands peek back out and she reaches for her phone, unlocking it.

"Watch this cat video with me," she says, still cuddling with you and wanting you to join in her journey of joy with the internet's cat videos.

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