Taylor Swift Imagines - Tumblr Posts
adorable.
| T.S
Warnings: None!
Summary: Taylor sees you sleeping adorably, and couldn't help but pull out her phone.
Word Count: 587
Category: Fluff
A/N: I've started to actually write more taylor and like what I did with the fics, so I thought, why not just post them :] if this one does okay then I'll continue <3
| Started on 09/09/2023, 11:36 PM |
| Finished on 10/09/2023, 2:38 PM |
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“My darling, you are far too much of a work
of art for a picture not to be taken.”
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It was yet another day full of work and exhaustion was all that filled the blonde's body as she drove back home from work.
She got out of the car and unlocked the front door of the house, only wanting to have you beside her, cuddles, and kisses, and every single other thing she could think of.
Though the house was quiet. Too quiet. The tv wasn't on, and you weren't in the living room or the kitchen. She didn't get a message from you of you going out or anything, so her head wandered a little.
And then, before Taylor could panic any more, she walks into the bedroom, not expecting to see you laid on the bed horizontally with your eyes closed, covering the space of both her side and yours, while her guitar was placed just a few inches below your legs.
You must've been practicing to learn the guitar, and got exhausted too, she thought. She adored how you were learning, and not only for her, or from her, but also because you got inspired by her music.
What was important was the way you were breathing. And your face, oh, your peacefulness in your face. It made her smile so lovingly at you. She couldn't find anyone else who she would be more in love with.
Before she got any closer or that you would somehow wake up, she pulls out her phone from her pocket and captures a quick picture of you. It was the perfect picture.
She wanted to just jump into bed already and cuddle you, with how fuzzy she's feeling from seeing how adorable you looked, but she needed to shower first. She was sweaty from all the rehearsing for her upcoming tour.
And so, she got her clothes ready on the bed and went to take a shower. When she got out, you were still thankfully asleep. But your position did change. You were more curled up into a ball this time, like a cat, which made her want to squeeze herself and you. But she didn't wanna wake you, so she quietly put on her clothes, and tip toed to bed. Gently laying down next to you, which she could do so now, since you were more curled up, letting more space on the bed loose.
She takes you in her arms and pulls you closer like a teddy bear without waking you up, but also making sure you're in a more comfortable position.
Nothing could be better than this feeling she has in her heart. But then you instinctively snuggled closer to her, your nose nuzzling on her skin near her neck, tickling her a little, but the feeling of her wanting to melt overcame it. Well. That was a better feeling.
She went to sleep with you that night with a precious memory.
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You were smiling as you looked through her gallery of pictures, full of Meredith, Olivia, Benjamin, and basically all the cats. Some pictures are of you and her, and to see them warms your heart.
Until you scrolled and perhaps accidentally found something you shouldn't have. Your eyebrows rose while Taylor blushed from behind you.
"Um, babe, you took a photo of me while I was sleeping?" You questioned softly, so as to not make her feel embarrassed. But her cheeks only turned red even more
"I couldn't help it. You're just too adorable." she giggled, now you're the one who thought she was adorable.
You playfully rolled your eyes, turning your head to look at her, and then went in to kiss her. She gratefully accepted it and kissed you back. Soon after, she pulls away and admires your face, just as she had the night before.
"I love you." The both of you smile at each other like two idiots in love.
"I love you, too."
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restless.
| T.S
Warnings: None!
Summary: You couldn't sleep, and there was only one cure.
Word Count: 729
Category: Fluff!
| Started on 29/06/2023, 8:17 AM |
| Finished on 13/07/2023, 8:46 AM |
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“Because, you are the one who gives me safety.”
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Something wasn't right. You felt sleepy, but you couldn't go to sleep at all.
The cold kept hitting your skin.
Whenever you tried closing your eyes, all you saw was pitch black. Obviously. But you couldn't help but feel frustrated about it.
Every time you heard a sound it urged you to open them once more. Or whenever you accidentally imagine something horrifying. You couldn't keep them closed for even 10 minutes just for your brain to turn off.
And most of all, your favorite person wasn't there.
You were sat cross-legged on the couch, using your hand to rest your head as the tv played a random show.
You would sit back and relax, but you felt as if you're being watched. You know you aren't from the many times you've looked around, and the cats are always there to alert you, but it's hard not to feel like so.
In reality, it was just anxiety being annoying as ever.
But you've been calm.
Maybe it was this, maybe it was that.
Then it hit you.
Maybe it was restlessness.
You sighed, as you did many times before, moving to lay your back on the couch as you tried to drift off for the fiftyth time. But for however long you kept them close, you ended with giving up and opening them once more.
You moved your arm onto your face, the crook of your bent arm resting on your nose to cover half your view of the ceiling. Closing your eyes once more, with little hope that you would fall asleep.
"Baby, I'm home!" A familiar voice calls out from the front door. But you thought maybe you drifted off to sleep and started dreaming already. You hoped so.
"Babe?" She asks in a more normal volume now, standing closer to the couch without you knowing. Taylor looks down and sees you, a small smile on her face as she makes her way to sit on the couch next to you.
She gently puts her hand on your arm, slowly moving it off your face. Your eyes slowly open and you blink away the lights and colors that blind you.
Wait. This is better than a dream. You finally realise she's actually there, with you. Her figure was blurred until you see that face you adore so much.
"You okay?" she asks with concern as she kneels down next to you.
You pout and shake your head. "I wanna sleep. But I can't."
"Aw, love." She tucks a strand hair from the front of your face to the back of your ear, then placed the hand on your cheek.
"Let's go to bed, yeah? And then we can cuddle and you'll fall asleep before you even know it." Her thumb rubs your cheek before she stands up, her hand falling away and she walks to the bedroom, expecting you to follow along, but she stops and turns around to see you with the pout still, looking at her in a way that she knows says you won't be getting up.
And so, she walks back and pulls your hand as you reached out to her, to pull you to a sitting position. When she gently tugged on your hand once more to make you stand up and walk, you sat still on the couch, dropping your head on her stomach. Her hand went around your body instinctively. She looked down at you with a sigh, but smiles lovingly at how clingy you get nonetheless.
"Okay, come on." Her hands drifted down to hook under your thighs and pick you up, and you quickly put your arms around her neck to have more support so you don't fall. Although you knew she would catch you anyway.
She lays a kiss on your cheek before walking upstairs to your bedroom, you resting your head in her neck.
She puts you down on the bed, and you layed down. You waited until she joins in to snuggle up to her and get into a similar position from earlier, which was your head in the crook of her head, and her arms around your body.
With the warmth radiating off of her, and just knowing she's there, with you, keeping you safe, it already made you feel sleepy. Finally.
You closed your eyes tiredly, and slowly, your breath went from normal, to soft.
She checks down on you, happy that you got to sleep, just as she said. Not long after, she goes to dreamland with you. Hoping that either of you are dreaming about the other, or about cats.
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in the dead of night.
| T.S
Warnings: None!
Summary: You have a nightmare in the middle of the night, but Taylor was there to comfort you.
Word Count: 740
Category: Fluff
| Started on 24/09/2023, 6:28 AM |
| Finished on 26/09/2023, 9:32 AM |
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"No matter the time,
I will be here for you. Always."
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And it was six in the morning, again.
In a free day.
You couldn't go to sleep even if you tried, and you wouldn't, because you don't wanna have that nightmare again. You've had it twice now, having woken up at four am earlier in the night, and another came to haunt you.
As you were curled up like a ball on your side, you turn your head around a bit to see a sleeping taylor. She was facing you fortunately. She looked so peaceful, you didn't wanna wake her.
And especially because she's been working so hard, these couple of days, she's barely gotten any rest. If it wasn't a free day, you knew she'd wake up in an hour. But it was, so you would have to wait longer for her to wake up.
And so, with biting the inside of your mouth, you slowly and almost quietly shuffled yourself closer to her. You went as close as you can, your bodies basically touching, and went to seek comfort by nuzzling your nose on her neck, leaving your head to rest between her shoulder and her neck.
Her head shifted a bit and her arms went up to hold you in an embrace. She was tickly, but she wasn't really a light sleeper. You supposed something alerted her brain to wake up. You. Her eyes open just barely, to see you in her arms.
She moved her lips closer to your head, to kiss the top of your head, before her voice came out huskily, but quietly. "You okay, baby?"
There was a beat of silence that came with her question. But it went on as you took the decision to tell her, and when you did, you shook your head.
When she didn't say anything back, you glance up at her to see her eyes closed. But it wasn't long before she opened them back up, this time wider than she had before. She wasn't falling back asleep, only resting her eyes until it was ready to open more while you were contemplating your decision.
Taylor had already felt your movement. You'd guess she was trying to find what to say, and when she did, it made you feel relieved. She didn't care if she felt sleepy. All that mattered was you.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" at this point, enough questions has been asked for her to know what you need.
You shook your head once more, the nightmare still flashing in your memories. You had already released a flow of tears before waking her up, but now its all coming back again.
She feels tears seeping through her shirt, and that's when she fully wakes up, shifting her body to hug you properly. "Oh, baby," her voice came out softly. Your hold on her was as if she would disappear in the matter of an instant.
She leans down to kiss your shoulder, while her hand rubs your back to reassure you. "I'm here, I've got you."
Once you've calmed down, she leans back a little to look at you.
"You're safe with me." her hands go up to the side of your cheeks, her thumb wiping away the now small tears, before she went in for a soft, gentle kiss.
Her forehead rested upon yours once she pulled away, the both of you having your eyes closed.
"I love you. And thank you." your voice comes out, small, and weakly, but the love was present within it. Your eyes opening once more, along with hers.
She leaned in to rub her nose softly against yours, and you giggled.
"I love you too, baby. Always wake me up when you get a nightmare, okay?" she replies back, with just the same amount of love, if not, more. You nod at her, so grateful for someone like her.
Her lips turned up, and yours did too. The both of you continue gazing into each other's eyes while the sun started rising in the background. The window gleaming.
Her phone started ringing, but she only moved her eyes and her hand, blindly searching for her phone just to silence it.
You were slightly confused, but to her it was a free day, meaning she didn't want to take any phone calls at the moment unless it was important. And her top priority right now, is you.
"You hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Waffles?"
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coughing fit.
| T.S
Warnings: being sick, sore throat, medicine, hesitating to eat medicine
Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night with a coughing fit isn't always fun, but when you realise you have Taylor beside you, it turns out to not be awful.
Word Count: 1k
Category: Fluff!
A/N: sorry if it doesn't really make sense? but I tried my best. oh! and if anyone else is sick, I suggest hot lemonade <3
| Started on 30/10/2023, 5:53 AM |
| Finished on 30/12/2023, 12:07 PM |
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“I'll be here, no matter what.”
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Somewhere in the middle of the night, you wake up with a coughing fit, making Taylor wake up from her sleep.
She turns to check on you, and sees your shaking body from the coughs reverbrating through your bones. She moves closer and her hand goes to pat your back in reassurance while her face grew with concern. Even though her mind was filled with sleep, she's trying to keep it awake and all focused on you.
Taylor sits up a bit more, her eyes fully open now. She frowns when she kept hearing you cough, it not ending, it seems.
She rubs her hand on your back instead, her other one going off to grab the cup of water on the bedside table prepared last night.
She waited until you calmed down slightly and then put the glass in your hands. You sip it at first, then drink more. Feeling the need to cough once more though, had made you pull the glass away, careful not to let the water spill out from your shaking of coughs.
"Slowly, baby." She worriedly places her hand on your back again, her other one going to hold your drink. Your coughs seemingly slowing down to a stop. Or at least, for about fifteen seconds.
"Are you okay?" She asks, her hand on your back moving up to tuck a strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear. You didn't answer her yet, until you took a deep breath in and let out, and yet another cough came out.
You sigh and let your shoulders drop in defeat, leaning to lay tiredly against her chest. Her heart ached at the sight of seeing you so vulnerable.
"Shh..." She runs her fingers along your hair, soothing you while you tried to breathe through the coughs. She held you gently, her chest rising and falling in sync with yours. "It's okay. Just take deep breaths and let it pass."
A few seconds go by without one, until that awful sound of a cough came back. Her mind searched for something that could help you. She could hold you all the way through, but that would be painfully slow when she knows there could be something to relieve you. With it being the middle of the night, her brain was a little slow, but then she remembered.
"Oh, baby, you need medicine." Her voice was soft, and full of concern. She felt the vibrations of your coughs going through your whole body on her chest.
"Stay here, okay?" Taylor was about to get out of bed, but not before an inch that she'd move, you had tightened your grip on her gently, a clear sign that you didn't want her to go.
"It will only be for a second, I swear." She assures you, causing to loosen your hold on her slightly. She gently picks up your hands and puts it down in your lap while you pouted adorably. She pouted back just as adorably, her heart melting for you.
She got out of the bed and walked out of the room, leaving you alone. After just a few seconds though, she got back with medicine in her hand and two mugs in the other.
"Okay, here. You'll feel better when you take it." You grimaced at even the thought of swallowing the medicine or even looking at it, but when Taylor raised her eyebrows, you knew there was no getting out of it. And, you would only cough even more if you didn't take it.
The blonde sat back down next to you and prepared the necessities, such as opening the lid, making sure the cup of water was near in case you needed it, and that she had a spoon.
She poured the liquid onto a spoon, careful not to let it drip down. Hovering the filled spoon over her open palm, she waits for you to open your mouth.
You hesitate, but manage to open your mouth, and surprisingly, you haven't coughed in a bit, but that might be your nervousness showing.
Taylor puts the spoon in your mouth and you keep it for a few seconds before swallowing easily going down your throat. You reached out your hands towards the glass of water, and she gave it to you, wanting to wash down the bitter taste.
"Now if we get some sleep, I'm sure you'll be better in no time." She says, giving you a soft smile as she heard no cough anymore. Or, right now, anyway.
"I got you some hot lemonade too, if you really need it." She points at the bedside table behind her, leaning to the side to reveal the glass filled with the warm beverage. You smile at her thoughtful gesture.
"Th-" You cough once more, covering it up in your arm so the germs don't go anywhere but there.
"Thank you...--" She puts her single finger on your lips gently, looking at you softly and shushing you. A smile grew on both of your faces at the interruption, your heart warming at how gentle she was with you.
"Don't talk darling, you'll cough more." She grabs the mugs, one for her and you. Even though she didn't really need it, nothing could go wrong with that. It's always lovely to have hot liquid running down your throat, especially at a time like this.
You take the mug she offers you, and take a sip of it after blowing on it for a few seconds. The lemonade traveling from your tongue down to your throat, soothing everything in its path.
A few minutes pass with a little more quietness, and she was glad it managed to help your throat calm down on you. As your cup started to empty out, and your eyes started to get heavy, supposedly from the warmth, too, you hand her back your mug, to which she places back on the bedside table.
Leaning back against her body, you close your eyes, with her holding you safely and the dose of medicine would be putting you back to sleep quicker than usual. She stays awake for a while more to make sure you've really fallen asleep, taking sips of her own warm lemonade as her other hand gently goes through your hair.
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hold me.
| T.S
Warnings: None.
Summary: A voice softer than anyone else's could ever be, accompanied with gentle touches that reassure you everything would be okay.
Word Count: 834
Category: Fluff and comfort
A/N: for anyone who needs it<3 and also its the 1st anniversary of the first fic I posted on this blog today :]
| Started on 09/03/2024, 6:23 AM |
| Finished on 09/03/2034, 11:30 AM |
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“In your times of fear, I will always be here to quiet down your reeling mind.”
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You were laid down on the couch, your arm dangling off the side. You weren't on your phone, you had gotten distracted by spacing out and sitting in silence. Or at least, your surroundings were. Your mind did the opposite.
The front door had opened, and Taylor appears from behind it, her keys making a clinking sound against each other that echoes throughout the house. She had taken a quick look before closing the front door.
Already, you propped yourself up with your arms, your body reacting faster than your head at Taylor coming back home.
"Baby, I'm home!" She said, her voice a gentle but loud volume in case you were farther away in the house. Yet, she hadn't noticed you were on the couch, her focus more on taking off her shoes.
You stood up though, getting off the couch as quick as you could and going over to her. Just as she turned around, she feels you wrapping your arms around her, making her eyes widen slightly as she looked down.
"Hi," She said with a small chuckle, the sudden embrace surprising her, but she didn't mind. Her hands went around you to hold you.
The way you stayed quiet has her concerns build up, and she lightly squeezes your body, pulling you closer. She thinks over whatever could have happened, or if she's missed something important today, but it had been a seemingly calm day and your birthday or anniversary weren't up until the next few months.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Taylor asks, her voice as soft as a feather. She slides her hand in an up and down motion on your back, her movement slow and gentle.
"...Just hold me," You mumble, barely even a breath louder as you nuzzled into her neck for warmth and comfort. Small strands of her hair brushed against your skin as you did so.
She gazes down at you, her mouth forming a small frown. But when she feels you tightening your grip on her, she understands, and only continues to hold you.
"I love you, you know that?" She whispers softly, leaning her head onto yours and slowly laying a gentle kiss on the side.
You let out the softest, smallest sigh, your shoulders going down at her words. A sad smile raises on her lips, and she knows the problem was possibly your mind getting loud with all its thoughts.
She leans back slightly, but still letting your bodies touch. Her hands glide up from behind your back to cup your cheeks. Taylor's heart ached each time she was reminded of how bad things could get for you whenever she wasn't by your side.
You slowly open your eyes, searching hers, and she can nearly see the bit of fear goimg around in your pupils. She rubs her thumb gently across your cheek, leaning in to ever so lightly boop your nose with hers just to take away the heavy weight on your heart.
"Everything's gonna be okay." She reassures, her head moving in a small nod, and that gets you to raise the corners of your lips slightly.
Benjamin padded over to the two of you, seeing how you were hugging and wanted to join in, brushing his body against your legs. The gentle touch had you pulling back slightly to look down, seeing blue eyes staring back at you. Nearly the same ones that was above you.
Your eyes brighten up slightly, and you lean down to pick him up. Taylor's face now held a full smile, watching you hold him in your arms as you patted his head. Her hand goes to rub his body all the while, her fingers going through his fur.
"Even Benji loves you." Her voice had perhaps gone an octave higher, and with Benjamin purring against your chest, you lean your head on her shoulder.
"They all do." Taylor said, her eyes traveling over to the hallway leading to your shared bedroom, where Olivia was sleeping and Meredith was just laying there, watching from afar. She then looks back down to Benjamin, her heart swelling. She didn't want him to be in the arms of anyone else but you.
"The smallest boy." She said quietly as she went to scratch his chin, the vibrations of his purring felt against her hand. Your eyes watch him before going up to look at her.
"I love you." The soft whisper of your voice, mixed with emotions had her instantly returning her attention to you, giving Benjamin one last pat before pulling you closer for another embrace. But this time, her arms were around your shoulders, careful to not squish the cat.
"I love you more." It was an honest promise. She could and will say it a thousand more times for you if you needed it or not. The demons in your mind had definitely scurried away by now, the matching rhythms of your hearts proving the love you held.
She then leans back to kiss the tip of your nose, the tickle making you giggle softly.
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sleep.
| T.S
Warnings: Unable to sleep in a car, R being sleepy, sleeping problems
Summary: Having the problem of not being able to sleep anywhere that isn't in your bed causes for concern. So, Taylor drives you home safely and helps you into bed while you were barely able to stay awake.
Word Count: 1.1k
Category: Fluff
A/N: I never mentioned it, but I have a sideblog for wallpapers and edits if you guys like that :] its @likestarlightx, I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy, and doing other fanfics, but I'm gonna be posting whole loads more of fluff and wallpapers soon enough!<3
| Started on 11/12/2023, 9:06 PM |
| Finished on 14/05/2024, 4:15 PM |
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"You'll be okay, sweetheart."
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You stare out the window, watching every scene pass by with a blank mind. You could barely think, from the certain restlessness sitting within your body.
Taylor notices this. Your quietness was normal, but unusually more silent. Though, she continues to drive, her eyes focused on the roads.
You sink a little deeper in your seat and try to close your eyes, the darkness enveloping your vision.
...But after waiting for what felt like an eternity, with the streetlights passing by a hundred times, you give up and open them up once more, only this time, half open.
Your eyes tiredly move to look at whatever was in front of you and space out into it. The window, the dashboard, the handle, that compartment for items and drinks...the window.
You sigh softly, but it didn't make much noise. The car gently stops to a red light, and Taylor's eyes glide over to you before she tilts her head slightly to see your figure.
"...Why don't you sleep, sweetheart?" Her voice comes out gently as ever, naturally overlaying the silence that once surrounded you.
You bit your lip gently. "Can't," your whisper was quiet as you fidgeted with your hands, and she just about heard it. Concern etched on her face, but the lights had turned green, making her focus back on driving, her eyes on the road.
You couldn't sleep in a car. Not ever. Maybe little naps here and there if you really got tired, but it was near impossible. You couldn't really take a quick nap anywhere actually, if you wanted to be really honest.
The humming of the car was all that made sound now. She keeps glancing back to you every now and then to make sure you were okay, but seeing as it was just a few more minutes from home, she was calm enough to let it be.
Your mind was fuzzy, and you could feel your eyes getting tired. Taylor notices you slumping further into your seat, and she reaches over to gently place her hand on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home, baby."
When she finally pulls into the driveway, she sighs softly in relief and looks at you with worry. But you were yawning softly, clicking off your seatbelt, to which her gaze softens to.
Her hand goes to open her car door and she gets out, walking around to your side. You were already opening the door yourself, slowly getting up with the push of your hands against the seat.
Taylor watches you for a moment, but seeing the fatigue you had, she slips an arm around your waist, offering to help support some of your weight.
You lean into her, grateful for her help as she closed the car door. She keeps her eyes on you and made sure to be careful on your walk to the front door.
Taylor grabs her keys from out her pockets and inserts it into the keyhole while you were blinking your eyes, fighting to stay awake as your vision was in a haze.
She pulls you in with her once she had the door open, grabbing the keys back. You leaned against her shoulder, your eyes momentarily closing.
The blonde closes the door and locks it to ensure the safety of your home, then turns to face you, her arm still around your waist. She smiles softly, knowing you were exhausted.
Gently, she pulls you forward, guiding you up the stairs with you close against her, your body practically mushed to her side. The way she felt you growing heavier on each step told her you were on the verge of falling asleep.
Just as you reached the top of the stairs, you misstepped through your sleepiness, and her eyes widen, but she quickly catches you with a sharp breath, both of her arms now around you as she firmly kept ahold of you.
You gripped onto her, your body alerting itself of the sudden movement when she helped you regain balance. Taylor then laughed softly, shaking her head at your adorable sleepiness. You quietly laughed yourself, but almost nervously as you realized how dangerous it was to be walking like this.
"Come on, lets get you to bed before you fall asleep on your feet," she whispered, looking forward to see the bedroom was another few more doors away within the hallway. She lets out a quiet breath, then returns her gaze to you.
With you about to black out, she decides to lean down and put your arms around her neck, then lift you up with both of her hands under your thighs. You let out a confused hum, but hugged her like a koala bear, your eyes closed.
Her lips gently raised up as she looked at you, but she continues her journey, holding you close until you were in the bedroom, which, she really should have done before going up the stairs.
Once she reaches the bed, Taylor places you on the edge first, then slowly let your back fall down to the mattress, pulling your legs up too.
Just as she was about to move away, you stir lightly, a small sleepy groan coming from you. She gently tucks a stray hair behind your ear, smiling softly. "I know, baby." she whispered, walking to her side of the bed to slide in next to you.
She snuggled herself behind you, and was going to put her arm around your stomach, but you had rolled around to face her, your face pouty as you went closer to her, your arm falling atop her.
She chuckled softly, but returned the embrace, her hand going to your back and gently moving in a soothing motion, her own eyes closing as she leaned in to put her cheek against your hair.
Just as both of you were about to fall into a deep sleep, a notification sounds out from either one of your phones, making Taylor reach over you to silence it, not wanting anything to bother you, especially not when you were so tired.
When she felt you shift slightly, nuzzling closer into her and seeing that you still weren't in slumber, her hand rests on your back once more. "Shh...sleep, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice soft.
Taylor continues her soothing motion on your back, turning to gently kiss the shell of your ear, as it was the closest skin to her lips she could find.
Soon, in seconds time, your breathing got softer, a clear indication you were finally getting some rest. She lets out a gentle sigh of relief, and pulled you ever so gently closer.
Her eyes closed once more, also tired from the day she had, and the shows she's been doing. But it was all worth it, when she gets to spend time with you like this. Her body relaxes, and she slowly joins you in your sleep, your legs intertwined.
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paintings & kisses.
| T.S
Warnings: None! But prepared for many, many kisses.
Summary: Taylor had come up with an activity to do for an entire day, spending her time with some of the things she loves most. Being beside you, and doing one of her hobbies.
Word Count: 2.2k
Category: Fluff!
A/N: I will never understand how some of you can dislike 'me!' AND 'iftye'?? :') I also reaaally love this fic, so I hope you enjoy it just as much as it gives me joy<3
| Started on 25/01/2024, 9:42 PM |
| Finished on 27/05/2024, 5:48 PM |
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“Softly, love, softly...with your endearing touches, my stresses are faded without any further troubles."
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It was the afternoon when Taylor had just gotten home, having told you earlier in the morning that she was going out somewhere.
She takes off her shoes and walks to the living room, seeing you sitting with your phone in your hands, comfortably laid down on the couch.
You looked up from your screen though, taking note of her presence. Seeing the questionably large plastic bag in her hand and what seemed to be small canvases within it, had your curiosity grow.
Your mind traveled to your memories, and you remember stocking up on groceries together just days ago...so it couldn't possibly be that, making your eyebrow raise.
"What's that?" You ask, pushing yourself up slightly with your hands on the couch to peek, but she expected it, so she smiles and opens up the bag with two hands for you.
"Paint supplies," she said softly, inside having paintbrushes, plenty colors of paint, and a single palette. Since she had a palette herself from the past artwork she's done, she bought one, just for you.
"I thought we could have some fun, peace, and make a mess of everything." Taylor moves to the middle of the room, where there was a bigger empty space for you two to settle on the floor, not wanting to do it on the coffee table since either of you could possibly leave paint marks on it. Although it would be good for memories, its not ideally the best thing to do
"Mm, together?" You asked, your eyebrows furrowing in thought as you stood up and moved closer, watching her leave the bag on the floor to then look at you.
"I did say 'we', darling." She said, cupping your face and leaning in. Her lips gently pecked the tip of your nose, which made you crinkle it up and giggle softly.
"I would love to," you whispered, looking at her lovingly. What an endearing to have done by her, the willingness to share her hobby with you, spending time well.
"Good. I wasn't intending on doing it without you." She brushes her thumb against your cheek gently before they slide off of your face. Taylor looks down, then remembered her extra art supplies she's had, stored in a drawer somewhere.
In the meanwhile, you were shaking your head at her sentence, your gaze adoring in all the ways she loves. You had to let go of her for her to walk away and grab her old keepings.
She returns with some leftover paint tubes that had missing colors within the set, and her own palette, sitting down on the floor in front of you.
You smiled softly and moved to sit down with her, hearing the plastic bag crinkle as she brought out the newly bought items, placing it all on the floor. When you saw the square, small canvases, your heart filled to the brim with excitement, happily wanting to enjoy painting together with her.
"What music do you wanna put on?" She asks, picking up her phone and opening spotify as her expression turns into one of thoughtfulness and concentration.
You hummed for a moment, picking up a paintbrush to gently run over the tip of your finger with, the softness of its brand new quality brushing against your skin.
"How about some of your music?" You suggest slowly, hesitant as you await for her to raise an eyebrow or deny with a no, but she only looks up at you with softness in her eyes, her lips just slightly raised. She was waiting herself, but for more detail on which album.
"Like...Lover?" You added with a tilt of your head, your teeth sinking into your lower lip afterwards. She smiled softly now, her eyes having a glimmer in them as they looked into yours before she looks for the album on her spotify.
"Always choosing the album about you, huh?" Taylor lightly teases, chuckling gently for a moment while your cheeks dusted a shade of pink. You looked down to the floor you were sitting on together, just a tinge embarrassed by her comment.
"You can choose something else, I just really like that one," you quietly said, tracing the blank canvas in front of you, then picking up the tubes of paint to inspect them.
"Maaybe I will..." She said, in a melodious tone, and you were shying away even further. Her eyes flicker up to you with a wide smile, but on her side of the screen, she was already at her album, the gentle bright pink cover shining in her eyes.
"I'm kidding. I find it cute, baby. And I love this album, too," she assured you, putting the first song on play, the adorable sound of her background vocals going 'da da da da da da', sounding out from her phone, the intro starting softly.
When Taylor looks away from her phone, she sees you brushing the paintbrush against the palm of your hand, your eyes distractedly focused on it. She smiled softly, before grabbing your attention by setting her phone down and speaking.
"Okay, are you ready?" She asks, grabbing her own paintbrush and popping open the lid of the paint tubes, clicking it closed once she put them onto her palette.
"Mhm," you hummed, smiling softly. You start experimenting the colors along with her, mixing them together to create new shades.
The song gently plays out around the two of you, encapsulating the space in a gentle warmth and filling the quietness. Taylor started on her painting, moving gently and carefully.
You started too, making sure your fingers had a gentle grip on the brush to follow the imagined picture in your head. Taylor was going with a bit of black first, making the background.
Minutes upon minutes pass by, with the gentle swish of a cat's tail suddenly coming in contact with, thankfully your arm and not the paint, the both of you had a clearer image of what you were aiming for.
Making sure you didn't have fresh paint on your hands that could get on Benjamin's fur, you reach out to gently pet him, causing the blonde in front of you to look up from her painting, a smile raising on her lips.
When you continued your strokes of paint with her, Benjamin sat down at first, his soft paws making home on the wooden boards of the floor, then he laid down, curiously keeping watch over the two of you.
"What are you making?" You ask her gently, peeking to her canvas. Her piece held a mix of deep colors, some parts seemingly coming into play as foliage, flowers, or random messy, but beautiful shapes.
"Mm, I don't know...just anything that comes in my mind." She replies gently, her eyes focused, but her face soft. Time passes by, the two of you fully in your moods to simply sit and paint colors.
'I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends...'
'I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.'
'That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend.'
'I'd never walk Cornelia Street again.'
'And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name.'
'And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away...'
You were nodding your head and dancing gently to the rhythm of the music, humming the lyrics with her. She started singing softly underneath her breath, murmuring as her hand moved with grace.
A smile softly enters your face, hearing her soothing voice. Even if her voice on the phone was present, why would you focus on that when you have the real, even softer version in front of you? Pouring her heart into her work, and spending her time being with you.
"Have you tried painting at all?" Taylor asks, finally speaking up after all the long minutes of concentrating. You hummed for a moment, thinking about it.
"A little, but I wouldn't call myself a professional," you say, your cheeks overlaying the softest shade of pink. You did little swirls to blend then look up at her.
"What about you?" You asked her back with the same amount of gentleness, making her pause, lifting her brush off the canvas.
"I've done flower paintings..." She starts off quietly and thoughtfully, her eyes traveling up to you with a smile. She also looks off to the wall, nodding towards one of the frames." ...and that one on the wall," she added in a mere whisper, as if shy.
You follow her gaze, and you spot a painting, signed, 'Swift' on the top right. It was a pretty scenery of clouds atop an ocean, a faint sunset in the background. Blinking for a second, your lips part in surprise, seeing how beautifully it was painted.
"Tay...what?" A chuckle leaves your mouth your gaze baffled, yet adoring upon her. She had a cute smile growing on her face with cheeks flushed.
"You didn't tell me you paint. And amazingly?" You leaned in, shaking your head. Your hands go back to dip your paintbrush in some water to clear the color, then grab a new hue.
"It never really came to me as a thought...and I haven't done it in a while." She shrugs, making sure she didn't make any accidental strokes while doing so.
"Well, I'm just happy I know now," you said lightly, the sun that was once high in the sky now going lower and lower, the golden glow seeping in through the windows.
With just a little bit more of your final touches, you lean back, inspecting the now possibly finished painting. Smiling, you look up at Taylor.
"I think I'm done," you spoke out. Taylor looks up, leaning in closer to gaze at your canvas. Her eyes brightened, and she looks up at you proudly.
"That's really beautiful." She whispered it, but you could tell she was putting her entire love into the sentence. You smiled, looking back down.
"Thank you." A warm fuzz filled you up on the inside while Taylor finished up hers, writing something along with her small signature. When she turns the canvas, carefully holding the edges of her fingertips, you could properly see her painting.
'Is this the end of all the endings?' was a line that was written down in the middle of the canvas, going like a gentle ripple through the beautifully mixed colors. The painting quite definitely interpreted the song, but it was also a portrait of her love for you. A piece, made specially from her heart.
"I love yours. And those lyrics..." Your eyes shined as you took it in, your eyes tracing every detail. You could also interpret it as a pathway, through a dark garden.
"You're so creative, love," you whispered, gently wrapping your arm around her shoulder to kiss the side of her head, the two of you admiring each other's work of art.
Her smile and squeeze of her hand in between you both was enough to come out as a silent 'thank you', her nose scrunching when she leaned into you.
You giggle softly, noticing her actions that you returned with a gentle motion of your thumb against her hand. Your eyes then focus back to the sight in front of you.
"...Now, where are we putting these gorgeous paintings?" Quietly, you asked. She turns her head, looking to you.
"Lets hang them in the bedroom," she replied softly, her lips raised up. Her gaze was as if you were the only one in the world. And right now, to her, it seemed like you were.
The two of you make sure you seal the paintings with a varnish and wait for it to dry before picking them up, taking them to the bedroom to hang up.
One of her arms were wrapped around your waist, both of you staring at the hanged up canvases on your bedroom wall.
Being proud of both yourselves, and each other, you stood right beside her, the sides of your bodies pressed gently. Taylor then pulls back to turn you so you were faced towards her, leaning in to kiss you softly. Her hands traveled up, cupping your face.
Every part of your heart, not even so, every inch of your body bursted with love and sparks of an electric feeling, melting against her touch and returning the kiss.
When the kiss broke, you smiled softly. "I guess now I know what your painting feels like," you whispered. Even if you knew what it was like already, a reminder makes it even better.
"That's exactly it," she said approvingly, grinning at your comment. Her soft lips met your forehead gently before she went to gaze at you.
"I love you," she whispers, leaning in closer as she kept her eyes on yours. You could feel each other's warm breaths tickling your skins.
"I love you more," you said underneath your breath, teasingly laying a kiss on her cheek instead of the one spot your lips had always found.
"That's not possible." She squints her eyes and pursed her lips, as if challenging you to protest back who loves who more, and your smile grew wider.
"Is." You nod urgingly, raising your eyebrows, while she was shaking her head, your heartbeats in sync.
"Mm, mm," she hummed, now kissing the corner of your mouth, just beside the line it had.
"We're gonna endlessly exchange kisses if you keep going." You giggle throughout your sentence, going to then touch your lips against the tip of her nose affectionately.
She grins widely, her eyes sparkling with love. "Well, I can't help it," she murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips once more.
"You make me want to keep kissing you forever," she whispered softly, the two of you continuing to be close to each other within the cozy day until you were cuddled in bed.
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the floor.
| T.S
Warnings: small tiniest bit of R worrying, and just tay picking you up and waking you up in an unexpected, but gentle way, if that needs to be counted as a warning :]
Summary: Considering you couldn't go to sleep anywhere else, your chosen option was the floor of the living room. Taylor comes home and finds your sleeping figure against the wood, making her confusion and concern grow.
Word Count: 1.3k
Category: Fluff
A/N: love love love you all, hugs to all of you<3
| Started on 26/05/2024, 1:07 PM |
| Finished on 03/06/2024, 12:16 PM |
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“As long as you're comfortable, sweetheart."
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The sounds of keys clinking against each other echoes throughout the house as Taylor steps in, having come home from work. She takes her shoes off and closes the door, looking around.
When there was no indication of you at all coming to greet her, a curiosity grows in her, but she assumes you're possibly napping in the bedroom.
Then, just as the blonde started to walk forward to the living room, she froze, blinking. Her head turns to look down at your figure, asleep on the floor. Or passed out. She certainly hoped not, because her heart rate was now speeding up a little.
She gently drops everything, putting her bag and keys on the couch to kneel down next to you, worry etched on her face. Your face was peaceful at least, and you were, thankfully, breathing gently, her eyes going over the rise and fall of your chest.
"Hey. You okay?" She asked gently, almost in a whisper as her hand reaches out to carefully move a stray hair away from your face and cup one of your cheeks.
A small sleepy groan elicits from you at the touch and voice awaking you to a stir. At the small sound you let out, Taylor let out a breath of relief. You were only sleeping.
She then smiles, realizing you were oddly enough, sleeping on the floor. She's never witnessed you having done that before, but even so, your face still seemed adorable to her.
Taylor's teeth gently sinks into her lower lip, and she leans in closer to your ear, wanting to tease you in your half awake state, "Why are you sleeping here?" she whispered, her breath on your skin. You jumped at the feeling of her warmth and the sudden closeness of her voice, moving away from her slightly just as your eyes barely open. She giggled softly, pulling herself back to return your peaceful space you once had simply seconds ago.
You took in a breath, exhaling it out slowly. "I couldn't sleep," you murmured, your sleepiness obvious within your voice as you shifted slightly to get comfortable again, now feeling the small soreness in your body. Taylor's gaze softens, and her hand drifted down to gently intertwine with yours, her shoulders relaxing.
"Sweetheart. And you thought the floor was the best spot to sleep?" She asked softly in a whisper, her eyes transfixed on your form. You shrugged slightly, your eyelids having fallen to a close once more.
"Come on, lets get you to bed, baby," she whispers, her hand grabbing on the couch so she could push herself up to stand, but then she noticed you weren't moving to follow her at all.
A sigh gently escapes her lips, but she smiled softly. You definitely weren't going to be getting up anytime soon. Taylor shuffles herself to sit beside you, her arm carefully moving under your legs.
Once one of her arms hooked under your legs, her other one held your body and she made sure your head had some support before picking you up in a bridal position.
"I've got you, darling," she whispers, holding you close and making sure not to jostle you too much as she slowly stood up, grunting quietly as she felt an ache in her hand, but shifted until she could hold you comfortably.
You hummed in confusion, having not expected the change of height, your eyes just barely open. She chuckles softly at your sleepy state, then made her way to the bedroom.
Since you were already lifted up in her arms, you accepted it and closed your eyes again. When you arrived, Taylor gently lays you down on the bed, taking her patience carefully as she made you comfortable, but then saw you stirring, making her movements freeze.
"Mm...sorry..." you mumbled quietly, your voice a whisper as your eyes flutter open. You took a deep breath, having felt the sleep took away your oxygen.
She tilts her head, curious and concerned. "Hm? What're you sorry for, baby?" She asks softly, kneeling down at the edge of the bed so she's the same level as you, her hand reaching out to gently brush your hair away from your face.
You pouted, and she smiles softly, her heart lightening with love. No matter how tired she was from her day, she couldn't ever be tired of you, who always waits for her back home.
"You just got back from work...you're probably sore and tired." You whispered slowly, having gathered your words within your half asleep mind. The husky voice you had was further evidence of it.
She clicks her tongue gently, melting at how caring and thoughtful you were. "Don't be sorry, I want you to be comfortable. And I'm okay. There's nothing to worry about," She assures you, her thumb gently rubbing back and forth on your cheek.
"Besides, if I was so tired, I would have just slept on the couch beside you...or just join you on the floor." She shrugs, gazing at you with her warm love as you blinked at her.
"...I would tell you to go to bed." You said, your shoulders going down in sadness, not wanting her to be sore from the mentioned locations. The care that both of you held for each other was the sweetest balance.
"And I would still sleep near you, anyway." She replied back, her fingertip lightly booping your nose. She then kisses your forehead ever so gently, before pulling away, standing up.
You pouted when you saw her walking towards the bathroom, but she gives you a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back. I'm sweaty and smelly, baby." She says, scrunching her nose before disappearing into the bathroom.
After a few minutes of hearing the shower run, and staring at the ceiling or gazing off to where the bathroom was, Taylor soon came out, a fluffy towel wrapped around her body.
You smile softly at her, seeing her pinkish tinted cheeks from the warm shower, to which she lightly blows a kiss towards you, making your cheeks mirror the color, so you hid your face using the pillow and your hands.
A soft familiar chuckle sounds out near you, and with the dip in the bed, you turn out the pillow and move just a few of your fingers to peek, in front of you, the blonde with her pretty blue eyes, gently gazing down at you as she leaned against the pillows.
"You're so cute, baby. You know that?" She says, sliding her hand up your arm to run her fingers through your hair with her compliment, even though she knows it'll only make you flush harder.
"Don't hide your beautiful face, love," she whispers, gently and carefully pulling your hands off your face after some urging, seeing your rosy cheeks and crumpled corners of your eyes from that soft smile of yours.
"It needs some kisses from these lips," she murmurs, laying a soft kiss on your lips, your nose, then peppering them all over your skin, giggles sounding out from the two of you.
"Tay!" You whine, trying to move away from her loving attack with an added gentle push on her chest, and eventually, she relents, pulling back with a glimmer of joy in her eyes.
She lays down properly next to you, the smallest, cutest giggle escaping her mouth once again. Her arm drapes over your waist, and she pulls you closer, leaving one last kiss somewhere below your earlobe.
You snuggled close to her, nuzzling into her chest as the rush of energy from the tickling of lips slowly faded. Meanwhile, her thumb was drawing small little circles on your waist.
She hums gently, moving her hand slowly in a soothing pattern. With a tilt of her head downwards, she lightly brushed her cheek against your hair, closing her eyes.
After some shifting, you got a little more comfortable, then wrapped your arms around her too, squeezing slightly.
"It's okay, I'm right here," she whispers, pressing her lips affectionately to your head as she felt you relaxing further, your breaths growing softer.
Soon, the night fades, the two of you comfortably in each other's embrace, and asleep with two synced beating hearts.
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breathe, sweetheart.
| T.S
Warnings: one sentence from R, small anxiety thats hidden under calmness, moving leg anxiously
Summary: an anxiety overlayed by calmness isn't always the best way to spend your day, especially when it didn't have a reason to disturb you. Taylor notices, and tries her best to help you find yourself back in the world rather than staying in your mind.
Word Count: 1k
Category: fluff, comfort
A/N: huugs to all of you <3
| Started on 05/29/2024, 2:10 PM |
| Finished on 04/07/2024, 4:28 PM |
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seven days of comfort.
"A way to help bring yourself back, is to make your body remember how it works again."
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It was the late afternoon, midday, perhaps even the start of an evening bleeding in. The warmth of the sun sent an orange glow down through your bedroom windows, the light peeking through the curtains, and stretching across the floors with grace.
Your head was in Taylor's lap as she was writing some things in her diary. Most things that you already know of. Her eyes were focused, and you can hear the pen strokes next to your ear since the book was propped up against her knee.
After a few minutes, she pauses her writing, going over the words of ink upon the page. Then, her eyes trail down to look at you, her lips raising up. She moves to hold her diary and pen in one hand, the now free hand going to run itself through your hair.
She checks your face, only to see that you were zoned out. Every intricate detail of your features, your mind, far and lost to reality.
The singer would have expected you to feel the gaze she had on you, to look up at her from the way her hands were mindlessly going through your hair-- at times fixing it, or putting one side to the other to lightly mess with you, but you hadn't reacted.
Thats when Taylor starts getting concerned. You weren't on your phone either. It was off elsewhere on the bed, which was a possibility that you had simply gotten bored, but she suspects something else.
The pages lightly fall against each other when she closes her book, the noises a light brush. She sets it down beside her so she could focus on you.
One of the many other things Taylor had noticed is how your foot was moving side to side. It could mean anything for anyone really, but the chances of it being anxiety wasn't a low rate.
She moves her hand up to gently place on your cheek, and she leans down to get a little closer to you, her thumb gently caressing your skin with care.
"Hey..." Taylor whispers softly, her voice soothing. It might not even be audible if you were any further from her. With a blink, you slowly come back to reality at her touch and soft voice.
Seeing your eyes meet her blue ones, she gives you a soft smile. Even within your somewhat unsteady appearance, you manage to return a small smile.
"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" She asks quietly, the back of her hand turning around to gently brush against your cheek.
You took a moment to think about it. Many things has happened the past few days, but not any you could fixate on. As if you were running endlessly in a swirling tunnel with no stops for scenery, to the point you couldn't even feel...anything about it?
A feeling that held calmness, but with anxiety being present, living carelessly in your heart like a hidden storm. It didn't feel like you were stepping on sharp glass, nor a steam meter awaiting to break. It was the wind in the air that told of high sea levels and a breezy weather.
Taylor watches as you nibble on your lip, and she brings her hand closer to it, brushing her thumb over it to make your teeth halt the small damage it was doing, now knowing you were definitely too deep in your thoughts. Her leg moves over yours too, gently stopping the movement.
After a moment of completely unable to pinpoint it, you take in a deep breath and shrugged lightly, the smallest pout being on your lips. There was nothing to explain your anxious and calm state.
At the sight of the movement, Taylor's eyes soften further. Her gaze trails off and her eyes move through the room in thought.
She then took a deep breath in herself, and looked back at you. You had started playing with her fingers, bending and unbending each one, pushing and pulling with a gentle touch. Taylor watches you for a bit, not minding it at all, but unable to shake off that something could be wrong, even if its something small.
She leaned closer to you, whispering softly. "...Do you wanna try something?" Her free hand went to take your other hand, squeezing it. You blink and look up at her, thinking about it as you gaze at her, but the gentle nod you give her after a few seconds of waiting makes her heart a little lighter.
"You're gonna have to sit up," she says. Her smiles was assuring, as your eyes held curiosity. She moves the both of you, gently helping you up in a proper sitting position so you were a bit more comfortable.
Her eyes look into yours with all the softness it could, making sure you were okay in her lap.
Taylor rests her forehead against yours gently so you'll both close your eyes and have contact. Her hand lets go of yours to trail up to the back of your shoulders, her thumbs rubbing ever so slightly to soothe the tension.
"Take a deep breath for me..." She says in a hushed tone, breathing in slowly to gently guide you. Slowly, you breathe in through your nose, holding it.
"...And let it out slowly," Taylor whispers with her held breath, before exhaling through her mouth. You do the same, the warm breath escaping your mouth.
It was like this for a few minutes. The sound of the gentle air whooshing by the moving ceiling fan, the feel of the light wind against your skin, and deep breaths.
Taylor reassures you with her hand slowly rubbing up and down your arm, and you move to her chest, gaining comfort from her embrace. She was warm, and only held safety.
Maybe you didn't know the cause of your anxiety. But maybe you don't need a reason for it at all, you just needed a way to release it.
After it felt like it was gone, you start to pull back. Taylor slowly opens her eyes, blinking away the lingering darkness, but still taking deep breaths as she smiles warmly at you, her head going in a nod as a silent question.
The quiet light peacefulness was back. You gave her a smile that reaches your eyes, and a nod back, leaning into her again with your arms wrapped around her.
"...Thank you," you whisper, watching as she released her last deep breath. She needed it just as you did, too, but her heart felt grateful that she could do it with you.
"Anytime, sweetheart." Taylor whispers back, giving you a kiss on your cheek, her lips lingering before she returns to her original position, looking down at you.
It was light. You were able to focus on something again. The light from the window, the gentle sound of the fan, all without a feeling in your bones.
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grounding.
| T.S
Warnings: a calm anxiety(?), grounding method
Summary: Something of a sort of back seated anxiety takes over your seemingly calm self, but nothing seemed to get rid of it, so you decide to speak up about it to Taylor, and she offers a way to help that works for you.
Word Count: 1.3k
Category: Fluff, Comfort
A/N: this is more of a variant from the last fic I made but it includes a grounding method :]
P.S, I am not a professional, I'm only writing from experience<3
| Started on 29/05/2024, 2:10 PM |
| Finished on 05/07/2024, 11:53 AM |
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seven days of comfort.
“Anxiety's sitting in the backseat, waiting for any moment to rise its attack.
But don't let it bite.
Gently have it delve back into the stormy seas and let the gray clouds fade back into daylight instead.
Try it, why don't you?"
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It was a quiet day. The birds were chirping outside, and cat's tails were gently flicking as the three of them stay laid down on the carpet or couches.
You were sitting on the couch with Taylor, side by side. Breakfast was just finished a while ago, and now the tv screen was alit, both of you watching a movie together.
But there had been something gnawing at you since the morning. Even though you felt steady, there was a feeling in the back of your mind that you couldn't quite put a name to.
You had your head rested against Taylor's shoulder, and she lets you play with her hands as she watches the movie, knowing your mind would stray off, or that you needed a distraction for something thats not your eyes.
She was focused as you looked up at her, completely engaged with the story of the film. How were you going to tell her about your off-putting mind? That was a battle to do already. Your lower lip has your teeth sinking in it, and slowly, you were stopping from fiddling with her fingers.
Instead, your arm goes around her stomach to embrace her and snuggle closer to her, your eyes going to the tv screen to see the scene of a conversation ongoing.
Noticing the small shift in your position, Taylor's eyes trail over to you as she tilts her head down. A noticeable movement of your thumb, going up and down on the side of her body had her lips raising up gently, but she couldn't tell if it was a mindless gesture such as tracing patterns, or a gesture that she should raise more concern for.
She analyzes your face carefully. Your eyes were looking at the tv, but not directly at the movie. You can feel her gaze, and it was one that held love and care. Of course, you knew you were completely safe with her, but you couldn't shake off the somewhat back seated anxiety going through your mind. It was definitely not her, and you weren't watching a horror or action movie, so what exactly was it?
It wasn't long before she decides to perhaps brush off her curiosity, and return to the movie. You sink into your seat on the couch slightly, ripping your gaze completely away from the screen. The feeling seemed to never go away, from the moment you woke up in bed. Your mind's always been far off in the distance whenever you stare at a completely random spot in the room.
With a decision made in your head, you put your hand on her shoulder, and gently move to sit in her lap. Taylor's smile was soft as she looks down at you, her hand going to your back to soothingly comfort you.
To think a position like this would work, especially with her hand's motion, it's still there. Since your head was rested on her chest, you couldn't see her, but she's taken her focus completely off the movie, wondering exactly what was going on with you.
With the feel of her steady heartbeat, right next to your ear, you contemplated telling her. Your cheek brushes against her shirt, feeling the soft fabric and her warmth radiating through.
After just a few more minutes, you gain just enough courage to talk to her, a gentle inhale going through you.
"...Tay?" Your voice calls out quietly into the room, pressing your head gently against her with a tilt towards her shoulder. You didn't really need to grab her attention. Her focus had been on you for a while, seeing your built up discomfort.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" she spoke softly, her gaze on you being everything gentle. You turned your head hesitantly, meeting her deep blue eyes. She searches your pupils, before her hand gently takes one of yours to intertwine your fingers.
Briefly, it was almost as if you were being wrapped by a warm blanket. She offers you a small smile, and her free hand goes to rest on the side of your thigh, giving a reassuring swipe with her thumb for you to continue.
"Do you ever feel calm...and overwhelmed...at the same time?" you whispered questionably. The movie was still playing in the background, but it was thankfully a quiet scene, so you can both hear each other for the moment. Taylor tilts her head, her eyes darting across your face in thought.
"I do...a lot actually," she replies, her eyebrows furrowing in concern as she looks into your eyes, but her gaze stays gentle.
"Do you know why?" You murmured, letting go of her hand and fiddling with the fabric of her shirt. It was a soft, cotton material. But you sigh, and bury your face in her shoulder instead.
Her curiosity grows at your question, but she hums softly, pulling you closer. "Usually its when I get a break after being busy," she explains, but it wasn't much of help to you, and she can feel it.
Of course. It could be the cause of overload, after dealing with everything for so long, its always possible to have a mix of feelings, even up to the point you won't know at all what you're feeling, and when you finally get a break, its all the worry of more things coming in to catch up to you while you're trying to rest. Even without the thought of work or anything else, the sense of unsafety is still possible to be present. There wasn't a single reason. But all you wanted was to get rid of it, especially when its like an itch you can't reach.
"Why?" She asks quietly, wrapping her arm around your shoulders as she lets you lean against her. She also pauses the movie with a click of the enter button on the tv remote, then looks back down to you.
When you didn't give a reply, she continues quietly, "...is that how you're feeling right now?" her tone is careful, and gentle, holding only concern for your wellbeing.
You bury your face in her neck. For the slightest bit, you move in a gentle nod, confirming her suspicions. At that, her other hand rubs your back lovingly, and her lips went to place a gentle kiss above your ear.
"I just hate that I don't have a reason for it," you whisper, seemingly slumping against her. She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. But she thinks about her words before she speaks again.
"You know...anxiety doesn't need to have a reason to poke at you...Its just there. Whether its a thought or just a feeling," she says, holding a gaze sympathetically. She then purses her lips and squeezes your shoulders lightly.
"Have you tried listening to your calming playlist?" She asks slowly, one of her hands moving to be on your cheek, while the other was on one of your knees, her thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly.
"Yeah..." You said gently, your mind growing lost in your thoughts as you tried thinking of ways to stop the feeling, but found none. Taylor was doing the same, but she had many ways in her mind.
She nods her head and leans back slightly to make eye contact with you before giving you her warm, reassuring smile. The blonde then gently leads you off the couch, moving to pull you down to the floor she's recently cleaned other than it having lingering small pieces of cat hair.
"Lay down, love," she says gently, and you look to her in slight confusion, but you lay down, your back flat against the wooden floor. Taylor moves to lay with her legs straight out, her head in your lap, just at your waist.
"What are you doing?" You asked with a gentle giggle, curiously watching her. She had moved your hand to put over your own heart, and you felt the slightly fast beating in your chest. You hadn't even realized it was going so fast.
Taylor closes her eyes and smiles peacefully, her voice steady and calm, "Just grounding you. Focus on the feeling of my head on your lap, and your hand over your chest...now, take deep breaths with me." She said soothingly and softly. You can feel the weight of her head in your lap, and she moves slightly with the movement of your stomach from your breathing.
You blink up for a moment, listening to her idea. The ceiling was white, having the movement of the ceiling fan. The breeze of the wind was lightly taking paths down on your skin and hair, like an invite to relaxation.
Soon, you start to slowly take gentle but deep breaths, inhaling deeply, and then exhaling slowly through your mouth, feeling the cool oxygen enter your lungs, and make its exit with warmth.
She was taking deep breaths herself with you, also needing to get the thoughts of her tour, albums, and simply just work and any stresses off her heart and chest.
The sounds that filled the room were quiet, giving a placid atmosphere. Breaths coming from two bodies that mold together with their souls, the sound of the curtains lightly moving from the open window.
Some birds can be heard chirping, their flying, ruffling the leaves of trees. You hadn't even noticed a window was open. The wooden floorboards made a small gentle creak with the small footsteps of Taylor's cats.
Just staying like this, simply for at least five minutes, not even ten, or twenty, you already felt that feeling you couldn't put a name to, slowly melting off your body with each breath that goes by.
As she feels your heartbeats align with hers, Taylor gently hums for a short moment. When she feels that you're stable enough, her hands find yours and gently squeezes, inviting you to squeeze back when you feel calm and ready.
You kept you eyes closed for now, still feeling the tiniest little bits of the odd feeling of heaviness in your heart and it raising back in rate at certain times, but it was slowly getting there, your shoulders relaxing as you focus on the warmth of her hands.
Soon, you gave a squeeze back, giving Taylor the signal, and she smiles. Not yet getting up though, she looks up at you from in your lap.
"Feeling more like yourself now?" Taylor asks, happy you seemed a lot more peaceful. Sure you were already calm, but it held no peace. She too, felt a lot lighter.
"Yeah...thank you." You whisper, helping her sit up when she gently pulls on your hand. When she felt your arms wrapped around her, she returns the embrace, laying a kiss at the top of your head.
It was quiet for a moment. But it was a silence that held warm love, contentment, and no longer the weird feeling you had. She lets the peaceful moment soak in for a bit before speaking again.
"Do you wanna finish the movie here, or do you wanna cuddle in bed?" She whispers, her voice gentle near your ear as she tries to peek at your face that was in between her chest and neck.
"...Cuddle in bed," you reply back quietly, your cheeks blushing the tiniest hint of pink, and she couldn't help but find it cute.
"Come on." Taylor gently pulls back from the hug, moving to stand up. You follow her, walking to your shared bedroom with your hands intertwined.
The rest of the day was spent with many many cuddles and kisses.
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sensory.
| T.S
Warnings: slight sensory problems, self soothing by wearing accessories (watch, bracelet), and sitting on the floor
Summary: It was a planned date day for you and Taylor, but you had seemed off the entire day, until a realization comes across that you were missing something.
Word Count: 2.7k
Category: fluff, comfort
A/N: I am once more, not a professional, I'm only writing this from my own experience :]
| Started on 29/04/2024, 2:10 PM |
| Finished on 06/07/2024, 11:40 PM |
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seven days of comfort.
"To be loved is to be cared for."
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Sun streams into the room with the gentle look of the curtain lining, sending light in to illuminate the glass vases that held any flowers, a beautifully mixed bunch given from you to Taylor, or from her to you.
You let out an exhilarated sigh, staring up at the living room ceiling. Your arm hung off the side of the couch, and the other was on your stomach.
As you count the ceiling lights, you feel the air entering your lungs when you take a deep breath in, and you let it out as a slow exhale. Something was off. But you couldn't place on what it was. Yet, no amount of deep breaths could help you relax.
You felt too light. Almost...too free. The wind touching your skin was too cold, but if you covered yourself up with a blanket or jacket, it would be too warm.
Your hand ran over your face, bothered by it all. Even the urge to simply roll over the couch would not fix the problem. Oh well. You definitely did not do that, but you did roll to your side, your eyes searching the entire room.
The tv on the wall was on, playing an animal documentary. It showed videos of orcas, penguins, lions, and toucans. It got you transfixed upon it for a few minutes, but then you had started trailing off your gaze to your hands, or the small patterns on the wood of the coffee table.
You take a look to the windows, but then saw the absolute brightness of them from the sunlight, so you grimaced and squinted your eyes, quickly looking away from it.
The black spots that scattered on your vision from being blinded needed to be blinked away, and you focus on the floor instead, a small huff escaping you.
Once you got your vision back to normal, you were back in reality. It was then, you realized another thing. It was awfully quiet. The space was only filled up by the commentary on the tv, explaining the description and facts of a sea turtle.
Not that you hated it, you just couldn't focus on anything specific, and it frustrated you. You weren't even bored, it was just...like you were floating. In a bad way. Every position you change into on the couch wasn't enough to satisfy a comfortable feeling either.
Meanwhile, Taylor was in the bedroom, getting ready for your date, sincr it was getting nearer to the time you both had planned for. You already got ready after breakfast, so now you were only waiting for her.
One of the cats, Meredith, jumps up to the couch, curling up next to you. You raise your eyebrows curiously and props yourself up in a sitting position using your arm, seeing Benjamin over by the edge of the carpet, perhaps having been asking her to play with him. But Meredith craved some laziness more than playfulness, so she joins you.
Olivia? Olivia was nowhere to be seen, but she could very well possibly be in one of the other rooms, or in the bedroom with Taylor.
You reach out your hand, and the cat's nose goes near it, sniffing it lightly before you were accepted to pet her. The fur was soft. So soft. Now this, this could be something you can do forever without breaking focus, but that could be because it didn't really need any at all.
Since the couch was starting to make your body ache, you decided to switch to sitting down on the floor. Your back goes against the couch, and your legs moved into a comfortable position.
When you've settled yourself down, your hand reaches up to pet Meredith again, but now it was a stretch to reach her. The scottish fold also didn't seem to move from her current position, so you gave up on trying to pet her again.
In your luckiness though, Benjamin came to save you with his black brown-ish ears by padding over to you and flopping on the floor in front of you, his floof of a belly in visible view.
He gratefully took the way your hand gently ran through his soft fur, and he presses his head into your palm when you got closer to it. The action lightened your heart, and you smile softly, for once getting some type of relief from what you seemed to be missing.
As you were caught up with Benjamin and his fluffy body, over in the distance of your bedroom, Taylor had finished getting ready. Her steps were quiet as she went into the living room, in search for you.
Her eyebrows furrowed when she didn't see you on the couch or the kitchen, a little curiosity setting off in her, but just as she set her arms on the back of the couch, she finds you sitting on the floor, your hand in Benjamin's fur.
Finding such a sweet sight had warmed her heart, and her lips raise up as she gazes at you. You didn't know she was there at all, and you were utterly adoring the little cat, your touch gentle as it purred.
Taylor sees the tv being on, the animal documentary still present upon the screen. She blinks and trails her eyes back down to you, the smallest worry swelling in her heart. She knew you mostly only kept it on when you really needed it in the struggle of anxiety, or wanted comfort, but she decides to not question it for now.
The gentle rattle of some keys led you to turn and look behind you. In your vision, appears the blonde you were waiting for. You could see the softness her gaze holds, just the same as the one you held on the cat you're petting, which now had its eyes closed.
"You ready, or do we have to grab Benjamin with us?" Taylor asks, a giggle softly sounding out from her as she pushes herself away from the couch.
A bright smile quickly raises up on your face and you giggled too, moving to stand up, needing to reluctantly leave Benjamin laying on the floor, who was quite possibly descending slowly into a nap.
You bit your lip, taking one last look at Benjamin before going to your girlfriend. "...Buut...can we sneak him into the restaurant?" You ask, making your way to her. Taylor's eyes flicker from Benjamin's sleepy pose, then to you, a smile gracing her lips.
She shook her head gently, "No, baby," she chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer as she looks at the cat once more. "And he'd be more comfortable here."
You hum softly, your gaze lingering, before you bury your face in her shoulder and your arms wrap around her waist in a side hug. The nuzzle she felt was gentle, but it was one for comfort.
She stares down for a moment, unable to see your face. But her expression had faded into a gentle look of concern. A small somber hum from you like that wasn't something she could just ignore.
It couldn't be because of Benjamin, since you were usually fine with having the cats at home unless it was a big trip or vacation. But today was just a date out. And she couldn't help but let her eyes wander on the tv that showed the animals.
There were currently penguins on the screen, sliding across ice and waddling on the snow, and as much as she wanted to look at it or point it out to you, she can feel your pout in her shoulder, and she instinctively wraps her arms around you, looking down at you.
"...Hey...you okay?" she whispers softly just above your ear, her hand rubbing up and down your arm. You fiddle with her shirt, your fingers brushing across the fabric. Taylor's mind takes note of it, and she tilts her head, peeking at your eyes that didn't seem to make eye contact.
You start off in a hushed, quiet tone. "I don't know...I just feel so..." You trail off, trying to find the words to it. But there was not a single word that could describe it. You simply felt off.
Your shoulders tensed and you let out a breath. "I can't describe it." The slump in your stance against her was a clear sign of your defeat at trying to explain. Her eyes soften, and she smiles gently, her hand continuing its soothing motion.
Now, as her eyes trail over your appearance to figure out what was wrong, she starts to notice something. You were indeed missing something. Your hands were empty of any accessories you'd usually wear. Or any part of you, really.
It seems you had gotten entirely too focused on waking up and being on time for the date, that you had completely forgotten to grab your usual things. No wonder you couldn't see why you felt off. You hadn't even realized it yet.
Taylor thinks about it for a moment, but doesn't tell you just yet. Her hand on your arm goes down to your wrist, feeling it to be empty and seeing it being, yes, indeed bare of anything when she pulls back.
She breathes out a chuckle. It was simply a silly situation, but she leans down and kisses the top of your head as you look up at her, confused as to what made her huff out a laugh.
Your wireless headphones; She had seen you charge it last night, and your watch was left on the nightstand. She smiles softly, then led you to the front of the couch, having you sit down.
"Wait here," Taylor says, giving your hand a squeeze before walking off back to the bedroom, leaving you blinking at her vagueness.
You waited patiently, yet curiously, your eyes traveling to the doorway of your bedroom, but the wall was concealing what she was grabbing, so, instead you watched Benjamin sleeping until she came back.
The wooden floorboards of your home gently creaks when Taylor comes back, walking towards you with just a few footsteps, her heart light with love and care.
"Here, love," she said quietly, standing in front of you. In her hands, she reveals that she had brought you your watch, your headphones, and some...friendship bracelets?
She held your items carefully, making sure they don't fall. Your eyes widen in realization at the sight, and her smile grows wider, glad that the problem came to light easily.
"Oh...thank you," you whispered, looking up at her gratefully and grabbing them one by one, wearing your watch first, making sure it was on correctly. Not too loose, but not too tight.
She watches as you slide on the bracelets, and you notice each of them have a different tightness or heaviness to them, so you had a way of choosing which one you wanted on your wrist, or none at all, to which she didn't mind whichever you chose, only wanting you to be comfortable.
When you moved your hand, it made a light and quiet sound of the bracelets hitting each other, and you were in absolute awe, your mouth opening as you look at your wrist in surprise, then to Taylor, who giggled at the sight of you now moving your hand up and down to hear the light clinks. You had tried the bracelets before, but it was only one of them, so it wasn't much of a surprise.
She moves her hand up to the bracelets, hovering right over it as you pause your movements. She looks to you to see you smiling at her, and she continues on with her movement, her finger stretching one of the bracelets slightly, just enough so that the string keeping the beads together was visible, and she shows that you can slide the beads across the string; a small bonus fidget of sort with the accessory.
You, on the other hand gasped again. Taylor pulls her hands away, letting you try it out. The beads did slide across the string when you stretched the bracelet, and would go to whichever side you tilted it to.
Then, the headphones, she helped you by putting your hair back from your ears and placing it on your head. She makes sure it was connected to your phone afterwards, putting on some gentle music. Nothing too loud or upbeat in case it would interfere.
Taylor checks on your face, and sees how its grown brighter, your grounding items being rightfully back to where they belonged. You were adjusting things here and there, but she was happy you were feeling like yourself again.
She also had given you your earphones for a choice, just in case the headphones on your head felt like it was putting too much pressure. Your heart was almost about to burst at the amount of care and thought she gave to you.
"Feeling better?" she asks with a gentle gaze. Her hands were now on your shoulders as she smiles, hoping you can ease back into the world again.
You nodded gently, and relief flows into her that she was right. You always needed something to keep ahold of you, to steady you, and have you grounded for anything that could easily poke your nerves. Which is why you always took them off during nighttime; for the sake of letting go and to melt into being relaxed. But you forgot to put them back on this morning.
You smile back at her, speaking up again for once. "...I love you," you whispered, gently moving to pull her into a slow hug with your arms wrapped around her waist.
She feels the fuzzy loving feeling grow in herself, her arms going up to your shoulders to return the embrace. "I love you, too, sweetheart." She replied back, having just as much softness as you did. Her lips meet the top of your head in a loving kiss, hoping it'll help calm you down further.
"Are you ready to go, or do you wanna stay?" she asks softly, pulling back just slightly to look at you, her eyes searching yours in case you still felt like you needed to relax.
"It's okay if you wanna stay, love." She said quietly, caressing your cheek with the back of her hand. You were about to melt into a pool of puddle right in front of her with her touch and gentle voice.
"Of course, I'm going...its date day..." You say, and Taylor's eyes squeeze in happiness with her smile. You mirror her expression, moving up to kiss her on the cheek.
She smiles even wider and returns the gesture softly, her lips lingering before she gently pulls you up to stand next to her an lead you to the front door.
"Just tell me if you need anything else, okay?" She says, glancing back at you as you follow her. She holds the keys in her hand, ready to lock the front door once you were out and open the car.
"I will, baby," you whisper, your gaze on her gentle as you look at her with pure adoration, your heart full with love for her.
In the car, on the way to the date, You gently play with the bracelets in your passenger seat, seatbelt buckled in and Taylor driving steadily.
Taylor looks over to your side when she could, seeing the movement. She smiles softly, glad they could elicit some kind of comfort for you, especially since one of them was actually given by a fan, and one was made by her.
The date goes on without another problem, only with loving conversations and soft laughter.
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stuffed cat plush.
| T.S
Warnings: R cuddled up with a cat plush, slight worrying from R of why Taylor loves them, a fic thats a teensy bit childish(?), but will entirely melt your heart
Summary: A cuddle session after Taylor gets home from work was all she needed. Especially when she sees the sight of you holding something precious to you in your arms while you slept in bed.
Word Count: 1.6k
Category: fluff, comfort
A/N: okay I maaay be guilty of accidentally spending my time on playing games and had strayed off from writing...I didn't have this already finished before, so its a little late, but I hope you all enjoy it still! :]
A/N 2: also if anyone else has a plushie they keep for themselves, I'd love to hear what their names are or what you have<3
| Started on 27/04/2024, 11:14 PM |
| Finished on 11/07/2024, 7:47 PM |
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seven days of comfort.
"Hold every part of yourself dear, sweetheart. Every one of them make up the version of you in the present."
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It was the late afternoon when Taylor arrives back home, the front door shutting gently with her hand. The house was quiet, and outside was growing darker with the nighttime.
Taylor looks around, breathing in the feel of home, but as her eyes search the area, you were nowhere to be found. Not in the living room, and not in the kitchen.
She takes off her shoes and sets the keys on its original place upon the hook, then look around more. Thinking, maybe you were in the bedroom, and had chosen a more comfortable spot.
When she arrives to the bedroom, she leans against the doorframe. There you were, on the bed, curled up with a cat plushie in your hand. A gentle smile raises up when she looks at you, her heart melting at the sight.
She walks towards your sleeping form and her lower lip jutted out just slightly in adoration. "Oh, baby..." her voice was a mere whisper, a breath laced with sweetness as she kneels down at the edge of the bed.
Your peacefulness was evident in your face, and she was almost afraid she'd wake you. Taylor's arms fold on the side of the bed, palms facing downwards so she can rest her jaw on her hands.
What a thing to come home to after such a long day, she thought. This was what she adored, what has her keeping her balance. You. The little things.
Her eyes trace every feature visible, everything she loved about you. And the cat plush especially, made her smile wider.
Your hand was curled around it, clutching it close to your chest as you slept. Its eyes were closed, just as yours were, as it always has been.
One of her hands slowly reach up to the cat. Of course, she knows that even though you're sleeping, it would be proven difficult to grab it out from your hold. If there was even the slightest movement, you would grip it tighter.
But she only went to stroke its head lightly, using the side of her index finger, curled up and brushing, just to feel the soft fur.
It was something she got for you long ago. The plush may be just a little ragged, and some stitches were coming loose just a bit by now, but that only shows how much its been given love, and she loves that you can find comfort in it.
The fur on its body was going in one direction, and that was one of the signs that you had possibly been going through the fur with your fingers just before you went to sleep.
Her hand trails up to your cheek, lightly brushing against your soft skin. She can feel the love pouring in her heart, beating in her chest.
Taylor leans in to lay a kiss just on the tip of your nose before she pulls herself back, about to stand up and go to the bathroom to shower, but one small movement from you makes her freeze.
You started to stir, holding your plush tighter before awakening. She watches as your eyes flutter open, blinking away the lingering darkness.
As you adjust back into reality, you realize the figure standing in front of you, and your voice comes out, husky and still engulfed in sleep. "...Tay?"
She smiles softly, seeing your misty eyes meet her blue ones, and she leans back down, still kneeled beside you. "Yeah, sweetheart...I'm home," she whispered, keeping her voice quiet and soft.
You feel her hand gently meet yours in a reassuring embrace, and you let out a gentle breath of relief, having wondered if she was actually there or you were dreaming.
When her hand goes up to your cheek, you lean into the touch, looking up at her with a sleepy lovestruck look. You traced the outline of her eyes before looking into them. Her eyes were so pretty. They were starry as they looked back into yours, like the ocean reflecting the galaxies; simply glimmering with safety, and love.
Her smile widens as she feels the adoration within your gaze, and she leans in to kiss between your cheek and your nose. You crinkled the bridge of your nose, which only made her heartrate faster.
A yawn escapes through your mouth though, and you try to close it with your hand. Taylor purses her lips, although the corners were lifted in a smile that she tried to hide, seeing you being adorable.
"...You got a nice nap?" She asks with the same volume, pushing your hair back gently. Her soft breath was like a feather, tickling your skin lightly as she slowly pulls back.
"Mmhm..." You nod, humming softly as you hold your cat plush closer to your chest, your eyelids falling heavy as you blinked sleepily. She stifles a small giggle, which came out ever so slightly, but you didn't mind or even notice at all.
"Yeah...? Who's this keeping you company?" She whispers, keeping her voice hushed. You blink at her, then you notice that she was looking at the stuffed cat in your hands.
"The plushie you gave me..." You whisper, a light pink flushing over your cheeks as you cuddle closer into it. Her happiness was visible in her eyes, how it squeezed with love, joined in with her smile.
When you saw her hand reaching out, you loosened your grip and let her carefully stroke the fur of your cat plush. She lightly pets the head once she was satisfied, silently thanking it for keeping you comforted and peaceful, and you were grateful at how gentle she seemed to be.
"You look so cute, all cuddled up with it like that." She says. If she wanted to be completely honest, she had the extreme urge to squeeze you, her hands nearly coming up in a frustrated gesture, but she held herself back and kissed your cheek instead.
You giggle, leaning in again to steal a kiss on the lips rather than anywhere else, your skin tingling with all the kisses she's given you before.
"Mind if I join this cuddling session?" Taylor asks, standing up properly and looking down at you. You smile and nod in acceptance, having been hoping she'd join you in bed, even though you've been laying there for hours.
Taylor rounds the bed to get to her side, and you feel the bed dip as she joins you, shuffling closer to you once she put her arm around you.
You lean back against her before deciding to turn around and face her instead. She lets you snuggle into the crook of her neck your plushie in between the both of you.
She sighs softly and slowly in contentment, nuzzling gently into your hair. It was as if only the two of you existed in the world, just in this small moment.
Her eyes fall to a shut. She could feel the warmthness the space holds, and all her worries of her work and life fades away, carried by the fuzzy feeling in her chest. It was all she's ever wanted. To be home, with you.
"Tay," she hears you whisper, and her eyes open slightly again, a questioned hum coming gently from her throat.
You smiled as you saw her, it was as if you can see the tenseness in her dissipate and melt away within your cuddle. But you were holding your cat plush in front of her, as an offer of comfort.
She chuckles, "...Thank you..." Her voice was barely a whisper as her hand took it, and she snuggled it close to her chest. You watched as she leaned down, laying a gentle kiss to its head.
"But you should have it," she says, placing it back into your arms, and you look at her for a moment before she had wrapped her arm around you again.
"I just want you, and cuddles, baby..." she murmurs, smiling softly as she goes to tenderly press a kiss on your cheek.
You felt a warmth raising on your face and in your heart, but accepting what she needed. Your own arm return the embrace, going around the centre of her body as your other one kept itself on your plushie.
She lovingly kisses the side of your head, not minding at all to simply spend time with you like this. Even with your little friend joined in. She could stay like this forever.
Her legs go around yours, absolutely taking you entirely, and the smallest giggle escapes you. But once you grow quiet and settle down, your mind ends up wandering in thought. Taylor looks down, her upper body leaning back just slightly to look at you properly, gazing with love.
“...Why do you love me so much?” You ask suddenly, curiously, and although it was a casual tone, it held the slightest hint of vulnerability. One of your hands reached up, fiddling with her necklace with a gentle touch.
Taylor blinks for a second, trying to process if she heard you correctly, but then chuckles softly, her hand resting on your waist. "You silly baby," she says lovingly. She gently takes your hand that found her necklace and presses a kiss to it. "How can I explain... I love every little thing about you..."
She whispers, then her eyes trail to your stuffed cat. "You know, I love that you take comfort from the smallest things. Its so sweet." She tells you, her hand reaching out to gently touch one of your stuffed cat's legs, wiggling it slightly.
You smile, then nuzzle into her chest. "I love you..." you murmur, but to her, it was loud and clear, especially with your loving gesture. You then turn your face out from her chest, which made her melt.
Taylor smiles back at you, her eyes bright with happiness and adoration. She leans in to gently kiss your lips, a soft whisper of love escaping her lungs. "I love you, too, sweetheart."
"More than words can express," she whispers, like a dear promise that she'll hold onto for the rest of her life.
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social events & crowded rooms.
| T.S
Warnings: overstimulated (loud room, large crowds)
Summary: At the after party of an awards show, you get a little overwhelmed, and Taylor takes you home with care.
Word Count: 2.8k
Category: fluff, comfort
A/N: this didn't really turn out the way I wanted it to, so I don't really like it, but I tried my best :(
| Started on 04/07/2024, 9:56 PM |
| Finished on 12/07/2024, 5:17 PM |
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seven days of comfort.
“I apologize, for all the times I never speak up, but I fear of what you'll truly think, for my world could collapse in the fate of words."
"...But take my hand anyway, darling. I'll give you all the assurance you'll ever need, and whisper my sweet words down your ear in hopes you'll be in relief."
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It was a huge room. Tables positioned in a rightful manner, yet people's bodies still brushing and colliding with each other. The stage held the performers who had been chosen for the award show, doing their specials.
You were sat beside Taylor, in the front row. Either watching the performances, or talking to people. But it was more of Taylor, doing the talking as you quietly accompanied her.
You weren't used to these types of events. Not just yet. But being social wasn't one of your strong suit either, so you were at a low chance of surviving a night like this.
The lights were bright as you shifted in the uncomfortable plastic chair. The stage lights especially, sending colors that make the entire room turn red, blue, purple, or any other color.
Honestly, you couldn't tell if a headache was growing on you, if you were dizzy, or overstimulated by the amount of things happening in your surroundings.
It shouldn't be this hard. a performance, bright lights, people, and conversations. Just four things. You named them in your head once again. But still, it felt like too many things.
You bit your lip, trying to either look to the floor or focus on the drink in your hand. Taylor was moving animatedly on the chair next to you, her back facing towards you.
You wanted to tell her, maybe just gain some reassurance, or possibly get a chance to go home, but she seemed like she was having so much fun in the meanwhile. Of course, you wouldn't want to risk ruining her night just because you couldn't brave the atmosphere of a party.
You blinked and shook your head for a moment, just to get rid of the sinking feeling that you were losing your resolve.
Honestly, it seemed as if the whole world was starting to fall apart. All that was left on your mind was to go home, and it was eating away at your heart.
You sighed. At least you weren't standing up. You were sure that if you are, you would've gone into a spiral already.
Beside you, you hear the soft and familiar giggle of your girlfriend, laughing at something that her best friend, Selena, had said. You were glad it was Selena there. Plus, you felt safer with her than a stranger or another one of Taylor's friends you didn't know, but the setting of the situation wasn't ideal.
You were looking off to some celebrities talking to each other when Taylor settles back down on her seat and turns to look at you, your hand on your other arm, moving up and down.
Her face softens, a look reserved for only you as she gazes at your expression that seems somewhat troubled. You didn't even really seem focused on who's who, just spacing out a lot. Concern swirls in her heart, and she leans closer to you.
"Hey," Taylor whispers, getting your attention quickly since she was close to you, and you turn your head, seeing her gentle blue eyes that made everything else fade away, just a little.
"You okay?" she asks, her hand reaching up to rub your back. You were hesitant, but then nod gently. Taylor bit her own lip. She wasn't convinced, but she only remembers to take a note of you for now.
"Just tell me if you need anything, okay?" she says softly, looking into your eyes so you knew how much she meant about it, and wanted to care for you.
You nod once more, trying to give her a small smile. She returns it, hoping to give you some reassurance. But now another singer had come onstage, and she had to focus back onto it, especially since it was one that she was close to.
Her hand was still on your back, and at times she points things out in the performance to make you giggle or mesmerized. It worked at some times, but she can see the faltering of her plan. The people who approached her also didn't really help as she tried to keep a side task of having you grounded either.
The room was so cold, even crossing your arms didn't work in helping. She knew herself, even with a coat on, it was far too cold at this party. The slight shiver in your body could be felt beneath her hand, and she decides to take off her coat, her arms slipping out to give to you instead.
You were surprised at her sudden silent offer, not wanting to simply take it since she could get just as cold as you, but then she lightly pushes it closer to you in the air.
With a blush on your cheeks, you take it, putting your arms in the armholes, and letting it wrap around your body, almost instantly warming you up.
You lean back in your seat, your hands in the pocket of Taylor's coat, and she lets you lean against her as she watches the stage performances. Her hand trails down to wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer to her.
You try to let yourself relax a little, maybe even live a little, because, it was a party after all, but you just couldn't. There were too many people. Through your headphones and the music, still, you can hear the mixed conversations making the space loud. Or maybe you were imagining it to be louder than it should be. You couldn't tell anymore, and the night was getting late.
You stared at the stage for a bit, seeing the sparks and all the props, with the band playing their instruments. But then your eyes trail off to Taylor, who only had her side profile in view as she watched.
This was your chance. She was there, close to you, and no one else had her attention other than the show that only played for the crowd.
You gently dig your fingers in the hem of your shirt, letting the fabric wrap around your hand, taking a breath in. Then, you lean in to her shoulder.
"Tay..." you whisper out, and she just barely heard it, but with your body pressed closer into her side, she turns to look down at you. She feels your arm move to wrap around her, and her instincts to care for you rise up.
"What's wrong, baby?" she asks softly, but the right volume to come through all the noise. You also went to look at her lips, reading what she said just a little.
"can..." you manage to utter out one small word, but then your teeth sinks into your lower lip and you divert your gaze away from her.
Your courage to tell her was fading, but you had already gotten her attention in a concerning way, so you couldn't back out now.
You were getting dizzy at the amount of people walking around as your eyes travel around the area. It was getting worse and you may be too late. Taylor's hand gently comes up to cup your cheek, giving a small warmth.
"Baby...focus on me," she whispers, encouraging you to look at her as her other hand comes up to hold your other cheek, thumbs brushing against your skin.
When she sees you capture her set of soft eyes, she nods and gives you a reassuring smile. Once you take an anxious breath in though, she moves to gently pull you into an embrace.
"You're okay...It's okay," she slowly and calmly whispers her soft words into your ear, her cheek feeling the brush of your hair as she rubbed your back.
You buried your face into her chest, squeezing your eyes shut as you finally got some sort of comfort. Taylor could feel your arms tighten around her, and her heart aches as she realizes you might have been on the brink of breaking longer than she thought.
"Shh...we'll go back home," she says quietly, her eyes taking a quick look around for a path of exit. She could see some of the eyes upon her and you, but she didn't mind it at all, only wanting to comfort you.
"I'm sorry..." you mumble, slightly muffled by how you had yourself within her embrace, and you were crumbling, hoping to everything she wasn't mad. But her gentle arms holding you together was everything but mad.
"No, don't apologize, sweetheart...its not your fault." She shook her head, then pulled back slightly, seeing your eyes that only had the look of vulnerability, and she had to take a breath in herself to not straight up just carry you out the party building.
"Stay close," she says as she looks into your eyes, taking your hand to lay a soft kiss on the back. "We're gonna get out of here, baby..."
She makes sure you're able to walk with her as she moves to stand up, her hand now intertwined with yours. Just as she was going to take a step forward, Selena had seen the two of you, giving a concerned glance.
"Is everything okay?" She asks, leaned forward with her legs crossed, her hand on her knees. She was worried about you especially, knowing you weren't one to partake in events like these.
Taylor purses her lips and gives her a slight smile, keeping you close to her as she saw the groups of people walking near. "I need to take Y/N home..." she explains, and she can see the way Selena's face softens when her eyes trailed off to you, seeing the state you were in.
"You should take the back door. There's less paparazzi there," Selena says, nodding towards where it was, hiding in almost the mere corner, a double door that didn't have an exit sign.
Taylor looks to it, then back to her best friend, forever grateful as she nods to her. "Thank you," she replies, now walking towards the back exit.
A distant and soft "Take care of yourselves!" was heard from Selena, and Taylor smiles softly while your heart lightened just slightly.
When you arrive to the backdoor, Taylor gives your hand a small and gentle squeeze, looking to you to see if you were ready. Then, she opens the door, walking out with you in the small camera flashes.
You hid yourself just slightly with her shoulder, and she keeps her confident look, protectively keeping you close to her as she aims for the nearby limo ready for you both, her security guards also there to guarantee both of your safety.
Thankfully, it wasn't a long distance, so you and Taylor get in the car safely, the door closing with a gentle shut, and the outside noise quieted down.
She lets out a slow sigh of relief, starting to feel the world loosen down a little. Then, she turns to you, who was moving your fingers into a fist and then releasing them, trying to take breaths to calm down.
Taylor gazes at you softly, and her hand goes around your shoulder as she leaned down to lay a gentle kiss on the side of your head.
She can feel your beating heart twice as fast once she wrapped both her arms around you. "Take deep breaths, sweetheart..." she whispers quietly, hoping her thumb gently rubbing on your shoulder was comforting.
Soon, she hears a shaky inhale from you, the sound of it making her heart clench, but she nods encouragingly, taking her own deep breath to help you follow through with a slow exhale.
The car had started moving forward, going towards your house as you started to calm down with each breath. Taylor leans her head against yours, the exhaustion in your bodies obvious.
Orange street lights passes by, and the cool night air with the gleaming sidewalks make it all the more colder. It had rained a while ago, yet the party had gone on.
She turns her head, kissing just atop your head softly. "Lets go home...and then we can spend our night cozily in bed, yeah?" she whispers, leaning back to look at you adoringly.
You nod gently, a sigh escaping your mouth as you close your eyes. But it wasn't like you could fall asleep in a car easily, especially after the night you had.
So, you open your eyes again, taking in the view of the window, or the way Taylor's arm was around you.
After a moment, you reach up, gently taking one of her hands to fiddle with, and she watches you, seeing how you took a small interest to the bracelet she was currently wearing.
It was shiny, and a golden color, holding the logo of her new album. But your interest fizzled away once you move her fingers one by one, or traced the lines on her palm.
Taylor intertwines your fingers, moving it up to her lips so she could lay a loving kiss against the back of your hand. Your eyes watched, and a flush crosses over your face that made her giggle.
She rests her cheek ever so slightly against your intertwined hands, looking to you as her thumb caressed your knuckles.
By the time a few seconds passed by after the gestures of love and care, the car arrives to your shared home, and Taylor looks to the window.
She reaches over to the side, opening the car door so the both of you could go out, and you follow her, hands still intertwined.
The car door was shut, and the limo had driven away, having done its job of sending the both of you home safely.
When you arrive at the front porch, Taylor looks for the house keys in her pockets, but when she didn't find it, a small panic arose in her.
You blinked at her, seeing the way her movements held a little urgency, but then she froze, as if a realization came over her, and she checks the pocket of her coat, which you were currently wearing.
You let her fish out the keys, and she sighs a huge breath of relief, turning to insert it into the keyhole. You smile softly, and lean against her side as she opened the door.
The house was quiet as you both entered, only the sound of the door shutting and keys rattling echoing through the living room. It was all filled by dim lighting, a cozy atmosphere of a home for the two of you, and it was exactly how you loved it. This was the place where you could wind down, rest all your energy at.
Taylor smiles down at you when she sees your slight relaxation at the present feeling of home, and her hands go up your arm before she leads you to the bedroom.
The door creaks when she lightly pushes it open, a clear sign of its age, but also a sign of how many times you both had come and gone out the room.
She closes the door behind her before she settles you to sit down on the bed. As much as she wanted to let you rest with your heavy eyes, Taylor knew it was best to change into some more comfy clothes.
You felt the soft mattress welcome your body back, and you simply watch as Taylor grabbed your clothes, walking back to you with them in hand.
She sets them down beside you before looking at you questionably, as if one for permission. In your tiredness, you give a light nod, and her eyes soften.
You let her help with changing your clothes, feeling the warmthness covering your body. When you look down, you notice the sweater was one of hers, and the corners of your lips raise up.
She gets finished changing into her own t-shirt and sweatpants, and then goes into bed with you, scooting to her side as you went to yours.
The covers gently get pulled up by her, warming up both of your bodies easily. But, of course, she went to cuddle you, arms wrapped around you as you settle in bed.
You lean into her, nuzzling into her chest and breathing in her scent. All of everything from today, washing away.
She could see how much you practically wanted to curl up into a ball, which, you were seemingly very close to. Her arms pull you even closer, wanting nothing but for you to feel loved and cared for.
"Its okay..." she says quietly, feeling the small restlessness your body held. She traces gentle patterns on your back, and a sigh of contentment left her own lips.
Taylor moves just slightly to softly kiss the side of your head, whispering sweet nothings to let your heart rest in a steady rhythm. "Nothing's gonna hurt you while I'm here."
You were overwhelmed. That was for sure. But now in this moment, you can feel the love radiating from her, and all you wanted was some much needed rest.
"You're safe, sweetheart..." Her voice sounds out through the night in a gentle tone, one for you and only you. She slowly closes her own eyes when she saw yours falling to a shut, feeling you sink into a deep slumber.
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exhausted.
| T.S
Warnings: None? maybe a few tears that don't escape, but thats it<3
Summary: You come back home from work, late after one mistake ruining your day, and your energy had been drained while Taylor had been waiting for you. So, she sends you to bed after some time on the couch that held reassurances.
Word Count: 1.2k
Category: fluff, comfort
| Started on 08/07/2024, 4:40 PM |
| Finished on 13/07/2024, 10:54 AM |
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seven days of comfort
"All my actions fall like dominoes, but one is always out of place."
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It was late in the night when you arrived back home, exhausted of the day you had. You just about felt like you were going to pass out from sleepiness.
The time on your watch showed 10 pm. It wasn't entirely that bad of a time to come home at of course, but it didn't mean you weren't completely spent.
You closed the front door with a heavy and shaky breath, leaning against it slightly as you untied your shoelaces and pushed your shoes off your feet, your keys clinking against each other.
Your eyes felt heavy, but still you looked to the living room, trying to find Taylor. The tv was on, and you just barely noticed the movement on the couch as you walked forward.
She was indeed there, having been home much earlier than you have, simply waiting for you. Taylor had moved to sit up, propping herself on her elbows to look at you.
When her eyes find yours, she saw the exhaustion swirling in your pupils, while hers still held some energy, being used to her late nights, but seeing you like that had her heart aching.
Yet, she lets out a breath of relief when she sees you stand in front of her, and she gives you a soft smile. "Hey, baby...you okay?" she asks quietly, her hand stretching out to gently take yours.
You bit your lower lip, your teeth sinking into your already teeth marked lip. As you look into her eyes, you lightly shook your head.
One mistake. One mistake, and you could feel like your entire world's crumbled. You do nearly everything right. You always do. But you always manage to make a single mistake and it ruins it all. Or, thats what you think.
The couch sinks down just slightly when you plop onto it, the much needed gentle comfortness of it far from the damn plastic chairs you have over at work.
You almost look deflated as you leaned into Taylor, letting out a slow breath that recalls to every sigh you've ever let loose back at work.
She looks at you with a soft expression, her heart swelling before she wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer to rest her head on yours.
"...Do you wanna tell me what happened, sweetheart?" she asks softly, her hand rubbing your back as her eyebrows gently strained with worry.
Your hand's grip on her shirt gently tightened, and you sniffle. "I...did a mistake at work..." you mumble, feeling the pooling tears in your eyes, brimming to the edge, but not yet leaving.
Taylor's heart nearly breaks at the sound of your shaky and small voice. It makes sense. You were tired, overthinking over one single thing, and was doing work all at the same time until you arrived home.
"Shh...darling...its okay," she whispers, her arms being nothing else but comforting and warm as she embraces you.
"I promise you, not everything falls down with just one mistake." she pulls back slightly, moving your hair back as she looked at you with gentle eyes. You stare back at her, your emotions dwelling right in your eyes.
She offers you a small smile. "You're still here, aren't you?...I'm still here." she whispers, giving you all the reassurance she could.
"Everything's gonna be okay." she whispers, while you snuggle close into her, feeling the comfort she radiated. A nuzzle into the crook of her neck was the only thing you've been needing all day.
You stay quiet for a moment, a gentle breath escaping your mouth, but this one, only out of a little relief, thankful that she could be here for you. You've been needing her presence all day, but she had to be out of reach from you.
"I've missed you..." you breathe out with your earnest honesty, the small breath tickling her skin and reminding her the actual presence of you.
"I've missed you too, baby..." she whispers, nuzzling her face back into your hair, her hands running gently on your back.
You let out a content sigh, one of your legs having folded up onto the couch, just nearly in her lap, but only half in the position.
The tv was still playing in the background, and you hear the familiar voices and laughter from it, knowing Taylor probably had her favorite tv show on. But still, you wanted to ask her anyway.
"...What are you watching?" you mumble, turning your head to see the screen. You indeed saw the usual characters, moving with their expressions onscreen.
"Friends," she says, and you respond with a gentle hum, pulling up both your legs up on the couch so you could cuddle into her more properly.
Sure, the episode was playing out, but her gaze was on you rather than the tv, appreciating being next to you after a whole day.
When she sees you settle down, her arms around you tighten just slightly, leaning down to place a kiss atop your head.
It was a surprise you hadn't invited her to go to the bedroom already, considering how low of an energy you had when you went through the front door just a few minutes ago.
But she accepts it just for a moment, laying down on the long part of the couch and gently pulling you with her so you both could be more relaxed and comfortable.
"Are you sure you're not too tired, sweetheart...?" Taylor asks, peeking with a tilt of her head just so she could see your face. But you only pressed your cheek further against her chest.
"I just...wanna be with you," you mumble, your hand brushing against hers. You then look up at her to see her staring at you skeptically, her eyebrow raised.
You purse your lips, then lean up to lightly touch your nose against hers and nuzzle against it. "One episode...?" you whispered hopefully. And if that didn't do it, you leaned in to softly kiss her, an offer of sweetness that she couldn't let go.
She breathes out a chuckle, her thumb gently rubbing your skin. "Okay," she whispers, bringing your hand up to her lips to plant a gentle kiss.
Both of you continue to cuddle together on the couch, Friends playing out on the tv. It was a safe space in private, something just for the two of you, and no one else.
You relish in her small giggles at some of the comedic scenes from the tv show, and you watched too, being surprisingly captivated by the stories it held.
It didn't really last long though, of your smiles and small giggles that echoed Taylor's, considering your exhaustion was setting in even further.
Your head slowly falls against Taylor's chest and going farther down, then goes back up as you try your best to keep staying awake. She starts to notice this a lot more frequently as the episode was coming to an end, and she smiles softly at your fight to stay awake, simply to stay with her.
She leans down, whispering softly to not startle you fully awake. "You wanna go to the bedroom, baby?...It's more comfortable there." Her thumb lightly moved up and down your arm, luring you even more to give in.
You slowly nod at her question, and Taylor gently brings you to sit up, making sure to go before you fall asleep.
"Okay, come on, love..." she murmurs, kissing your cheek before helping you to stand up, arm wrapped around your waist and shoulder to keep you steady.
When you both enter the bedroom, you practically flopped into bed, lazily taking off your flannel. Taylor giggles at your silly action and helps you put away your work flannel instead of letting it be thrown somewhere on the bed.
She shakes her head, but crawls into bed to join you, her heart light as she saw you snuggling closer to her with a yawn, covering it as you nestled yourself in her embrace and the warmth of your neck.
You let yourself relax on the bed with her, your heavy and aching eyes closing themselves unwillingly. Taylor stays still, her hand gently running through your hair and brushing slightly with her fingers to soothe you into sleep.
She listens on as your breaths grew further into a softer rhythm, slowly falling asleep.
Once she was sure you were had gone to sleep and is safe, she smiles softly, her own eyes closing so she could fall into slumber with you.
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a long journey.
| T.S
Warnings: a sensitive topic for some people, talk of not existing, crying (happy tears), the coming to a realization of a long journey of life, words that may prick your eyes with tears
Summary: After so long of fighting your battles, you were finally releasing everything and calming down, and you couldn't help but let out all the tears you've ever held with Taylor.
Word Count: 1.3k
Category: comfort, fluff
A/N: this was made with tears and I can't bare to proofread it so I very much apologise if it's rough on some parts<3 also! a reminder for all of you, that today is the last day for requests for taylor! I have three in the works right now on the way :]
P.S, listening to epiphany or even folklore while writing this was not a smart idea...
| Started on 02/07/2024, 8:30 PM |
| Finished on 14/07/2024, 6:25 PM |
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seven days of comfort.
“To acknowledge yourself and anything else, that, truly, is a brave thing to do.”
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The wind was meeting your skin, ever so gently tracing each outline it could reach, as you let out a gentle sigh.
Over in the blue distance, you could see birds, minding their own businesses, flying in a flock, or sitting perched up by the side of a rooftop.
The crows were cawing, but the other birds were chirping. Their tunes almost match the melodies of your girlfriend's, but varying in each of their own style.
You were standing at the balcony of Taylor's apartment, leaning against the rails with your arms loosely hanging off the side, the cool air making the hair on your skin rise just slightly.
Taylor was inside, standing by the kitchen counters, preparing tea for the both of you since you had agreed on spending time outside, but not entirely leaving home.
Your eyes stare off into the sinking sun, watching it go down. Its grace held the ability to change the sky's color, mixing shades of oranges and pink.
In the peacefulness of everything, you couldn't help but let your mind stray away, but not as far that it would enter a fog you could get lost in.
There were so many memories you could remember off the top of your head. All the interactions, compliments, and gestures thats been shared across strangers and people you know.
Your breathing was steady, but as you spaced out, you noticed the way you were breathing, and now you had to do it manually as you thought about it all.
The past. The past can be a reflection, too. It can't only stay in its form of grieving for something that once was, or something that was supposed to be, but never was. You couldn't stay that way forever, because it would only lead to more broken feelings.
To let go, is to relieve yourself of everything you've longed to put down. Even the weight on your shoulders that you could never truly realize was there.
You look down in your lap. Your hands were just sitting there, instead of clutching your heart. And your legs, they weren't curled up in a vulnerable position. What reason did they have to be? To let out your emotions sure, but as of right now, living freely and relaxed is what they should be doing.
You can notice every mark and crack, left upon the walls, the coffee table, the couch, even the rust on parts of the metal rail, all being small evidences of history. Your eyes traced every single one of them.
Each turn and direction you took in your life, it all led to this. A feeling of contentment and happiness. The simple thought of how long it took you to even reach to such a point had a swell building in your throat.
With the inhale of a gentle breath, you feel your eyes starting its part of pooling all the tears it had. You tried to blink it away, but the feeling was far too overcoming, going in without a warning. Everything was coming to realization, everything thats been needing to be parted away without any more judgement.
It was like the wind running through your hair with its breeze, or the ocean waves kissing the sand onshore, slowly washing away traces of anything, and then retreating. It was washing your entire soul down, coming in to cleanse your mind.
Just as you were slowly feeling your heart spilling its pent up tiredness, the scent of newly brewed tea was filling the area, and Taylor was gently stepping out to the balcony, holding two full mugs.
She sets them down on the table that sit at the balcony, a small content smile present on her face. But then, she hears a soft sniffle beside her, and she turns her head, her expressions fading into concern.
It was then, you feel the warm tears freely run from your eyes. Her heart skips a beat, and she was thankfully mindful enough to be careful in not hitting her hand against the mugs as she quickly goes to you, stepping closer.
"Baby...hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?" Taylor whispers, her hand coming up to cradle your face, her thumb moving to gently wipe away your tears.
Her eyes saw your shining ones, and concern filled her as she wondered what could have possibly made you cry, especially since you seemed so at peace when she checked earlier.
"Nothing...I'm just..." you start, nibbling on your lips as you faced her fully. Her eyes were gentle and caring, only a hint of worry being the other thing present.
"I'm happy," you whispered. Taylor's expressions softened as she let out a breath of relief, seeing the situation come to a brighter light.
"It's just been so long since its been this good." You admitted softly with a chuckle, but sniffling once more, which causes her to bring you into a warm embrace, her own eyes brimming with tears that were threatening to fall.
She kisses your head softly, then nuzzles her face into your hair and squeeze you gently. "I'm glad, baby..." She says as she pulled back, her own voice shaking with emotion.
She's seen you go through so many things, things that not many people manage to handle, and she was so, so proud of you.
To think that it could have happened any other way, was heartbreaking to her. And with her gathered up tears in her eyes, it showed just how honest she was.
"I hope you know I love you. I care for you. And you always deserve everything good you get." She says, her hands going down to your shoulders. The gentle squeeze mixed in with her words was enough to have you fully present in the moment, if the wind on your face wasn't enough.
"Even if you don't feel like you do...please, remember that you do." Her hands went to your waist. Her aim was not only to comfort you, but to have you soak in just how special the moment of realizing how far you've gotten is.
Taylor gives you a soft smile, the one you've always seen all these years, all these years of endless tears and fears, all now being put at rest, and you couldn't help but break out into tears again with a small whimper.
"I wouldn't know where I'd be if not for you..." you shook your head gently, and Taylor's own eyes followed in their flood silently. Her heart ached, but swelled at the same time, happy that you were happy.
"I know, sweetheart..." she whispered shakingly, the back of her hand finding contact with your cheek, and you lean into the touch.
"But as much as I love that..." she took in a deep breath, seeing your nose going red at how much you're starting to cry. "You did most of it on your own, baby," she said assuringly.
"All those times you felt like you couldn't go on? You still took your steps forward no matter what, even when it was hard," her head gently moves with her words, and you had to take deep breaths so your sobs dont make it hard to hear her.
The battles you fought, the storms and chaos, that was all settling down. You were settling down. And that was all that mattered. For everything given and taken and every sigh that had left your mouth, here you were.
Taylor sniffles, her tears freely flowing, but she continues, "Some people can come by to give you a push, like me, but you made the choice to be here, to still exist with me and everyone else." She said, keeping firm eye contact with you, and you couldn't be more grateful for her.
"And if not, then I would have been heartbroken...or maybe not even met you at all, and that would have been even worse..." It was almost as if her body, being so close to yours, all your emotions were traveling over to her own heart.
"Because you're the most loving soul I've ever known." Taylor breathed out, pulling you back into a tight embrace. She can feel the tension in your body being released, letting go of everything that ever was as you sobbed softly into her chest.
"I love you," you whispered into her neck, your hands clutching onto her shirt as she held you and swayed you both lightly.
"I love you, too. So much." she returns back the whisper of love, her voice having just as much emotion as yours did.
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wedding day.
| T.S
Warnings: lots and lots of kisses, a single sentence of 'I don't deserve you' quickly avoided with Taylor's reassurance, and thats it
Summary: Finally, after years of your shared honest love and months of planning, you and Taylor decide to get married, and it was your special day to wear your beautiful wedding dresses and walk down the carpet.
Word Count: 4.5k
Category: FLUFF!
A/N: hehe I really loved writing this request, and kind of got carried away...although I usually write for gn!reader, I still adored this, especially because I got to write this at work<3 (I work at a wedding venue btw! so its very perfect) thank you for requesting this lovely story! I hope you enjoy :] reeally sorry if its too long
pls don't judge, I have no idea how to write vows
| Started on 13/07/2024, 11:34 AM | the 13th :o
| Finished on 15/07/2024, 4:12 PM |
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“No more keeping score now, I just keep you warm.”
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In the morning...
Sunshine filtered in through the window curtains, peeking in as daylight slowly arose, a gentle sight to lay your eyes upon in the morning.
You slowly stir from your sleep, feeling the brightness even behind your eyelids, at least until you opened them, needing to blink away the darkness that you once saw.
A yawn elicits from your lips, and you bring your hand up to cover it, stretching too, as you were at it. Once done, you take in your surroundings, registering that it was now morning.
Beside you, there she was. The love of your life, sleeping peacefully like an angel in bed. Her blonde hair almost seemingly glowed from the sunlight, radiant and nothing short of what you loved seeing.
You let out a gentle breath and reached up your hand, lightly tracing her cheek with the side of your index finger.
She was something precious, something you'd put in a treasure chest, or to keep in your pocket at all times to bring with you.
Her breaths were soft, so peaceful and deep in sleep that you if you weren't so close to her and inspecting her face, you would've thought she was gone from this world already.
You smile softly, admiring how her eyelashes went down, and her beautiful face structure. Simply everything. It felt unbelievable.
Today was the day. The day you'll officially put a ring on each other's fingers. Officially with a promise, a vow. You remembered how everything else before went, exactly how you had your small box ready, back at the restaurant balcony, with a stunning view.
But when you had brought out the ring and revealed it to Taylor, but in mere seconds of surprise, it doubled when she had one too, prepared to bring out still in her pocket until she showed it to you.
A small chuckle escapes your mouth at the memory, and you fade back into reality, focusing back on Taylor's curves and edges, and she was still asleep as you gazed at her.
Your eyes trailed over to the clock on the nightstand at the side of the bed. It showed 7:45 am. You still had some time, but you feared of the time needed to arrive at the wedding venue.
You lean down, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. Then, pulling back only to go put another on her cheek.
A cheeky smile raised upon your face as you had an idea of waking her up, and you leave a kiss on the tip of her nose, then anywhere else you can on her face, peppering it all over her skin and trailing her jaw.
Slowly, Taylor was waking up by the tingling feeling of your kisses, feeling your soft lips lingering. She blinks away her sleep, letting out a small adorable and confused hum.
When her eyes find yours, a smile raises up on her lips, before she lets out a small giggle, now knowing the source of the tickles. She was still feeling your kisses, and it was the gentlest way she's ever woken up by.
"Good morning, baby..." she whispers groggily, her voice husky and quiet as her arms reach out to wrap around you, pulling you closer like a simple teddy bear.
"A very good morning," you reply back happily, and her heart jumps in joy at your voice, a chuckle leaving her lips as she knows exactly why you were so happy.
"Do you remember what today is?" you ask her excitedly, all while she was nuzzling into your neck, still kind of waking up. You on the other hand, had all the energy in the world.
She pulls back from the crook of your neck, looking at you with raised eyebrows. "Of course I do, silly..." she whispers, leaning in to kiss your lips and then brush her nose against yours.
You were all out filled with love as you gazed into her eyes, your smiles reflecting each other's without a doubt.
When you rested your head on her chest, her arms that were wrapped around you squeezes you lightly, feeling her very own excitement for today. "How did you sleep, baby?" You question softly, tilting your head to look up at her.
She gazes down at you tenderly before letting out a content sigh. "Amazingly...you?" she questions you back, wanting to make sure you had just the same comfort levels as she did.
You nuzzle into her face, making her scrunch her nose up. "Always, with you," your voice whispered. Taylor giggles, then buries her face into your neck again, feeling the blush coming onto her cheeks easily.
"You sweet talker...but I love you." She turns her head laying a kiss on your jaw, just between your neck, a warm, loving gesture.
Blood rushed to your very own cheeks, just about to feel dizzy by her love. "I love you, too..." you whisper back, closing your eyes for just a moment.
But upon remembering the important day, you open your eyes again, taking in a breath and pulling back to look into her blue eyes.
"Lets get ready to go, baby," you say, about to get out of bed, but Taylor's arms around you had tightened, pulling you right back into her embrace.
"Mm...just a few more minutes." She pouts, her eyes closed as she refused to get out of bed. At least, for now. She had just woken up, and wanted your time of snuggling.
"Mm, mm, we're gonna be late." You shook your head, murmuring to her as you tried getting out of her embrace, but very much failed, so you went up to boop her nose, which made her open her eyes and raise her eyebrows.
"Mhm, we won't be." she fought back, standing her ground in wanting to stay in bed, and you sighed softly, although the corners of your lips were raised up.
"The 'few minutes' can turn into an hour or more, sweetheart..." you reason with her, reminding with a hint that you still had your important wedding together.
She tried giving you a deeper pout and slight puppy eyes that had your heart clenching as you tried to hold on, but ti wasn't long until you hear a small sigh and a breath of, "Fine."
Your own lips turned down at her obvious expression of her slight frustration, and you lean forward to kiss away her pout, giggling softly.
"I'll make it up to you," you say, rubbing her shoulder before pulling her up with you to get out of bed again, to your success, but she was sagging against you.
"Not to say that I'm literally going to be your official wife today..." you lead on with a small melodical tune, going to the closet.
"Baby," she whines, and you chuckle, relenting as you knew she was a little disappointed in not getting some more time in bed.
You turn around to look at her. "Tonight, cuddles and kisses." your words held genuine as you hand her the clothes to wear on your way to the wedding venue.
She stares into your eyes, searching, then slowly taking the clothes. "...And more?" she asked quietly, going to place the folded shirts on the bed.
"And more." you lay one last loving kiss directly on her lips when she spun back around, surprising her, but she melted into it.
Once you part, you bring her to the shower with you, hand intertwined ever so gently for the warm water to rain down on your bodies.
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At the wedding venue...
When you arrive at the wedding venue, you get out of the car to round to Taylor's side and open her door, to which she gave you a loving smile as she stepped out.
After you both step foot on the venue, you were invited to do an outdoor photoshoot first, and Taylor had agreed to do it with you, the event planner leading the both of you.
You had to change into a different outfit, one of your choosing for the pre photoshoot. Once done, you both walked to where the photos would be taken, and the sight had your eyes shining with adoration.
It was an entire scenery that might have been stolen from your dreams. There was a cobblestone path that trailed down to a big garden of scenery. A swing was hanging off the branch of a tree, and a lake stood proudly behind it.
You were honestly sure that you would spend a picnic with Taylor here someday if you were able to. Even she was taken away by every little detail thats been placed here.
"Tay, look!" You say, pointing to the lake. Taylor turns her head, at first, her expression natural and only curious of your excitement, but her face lights up when she sees the different colored feathers of the animals sitting on the water.
"Oh, my god, ducks!" she said, pure happiness filling her as she squealed, a big smile on her face at the surprise. You giggled at her shock, watching the look on her face
"There's even swans!" the blonde pointed out, gesturing towards them with open hands, having not expected there to be animals in such an area.
You raised your eyebrows but then shook your head with a smile, turning back to face the photographer. "Can we take a picture with them?" You ask, hoping for the best.
The photographer chuckles softly, and nods. "Yes, you can," they answer, probably used to the question, but they hold their camera firmly before helping you both to get in a good position and pose.
You and Taylor also got a heart-hand picture together as a bonus, behind the two of you, two swans swimming, angled at the right timing and making their own little heart shape with their necks.
The hired photographer gives you a thumbs up, and shows you the pictures to make sure you were satisfied. They were friendly, always being gentle and giving positive affirmations, but helping to make the photos look perfect.
Everything was private. Even the pictures taken are only going to be for you and Taylor. Maybe some for the outside world, or just your friends and family, but not all of them. You stayed until you finished the photoshoot, laughs and smiles shared with the two of you.
Once done, you both walk into the building for your wedding, having visited before, but seeing it again made your eyes wide with mesmerization.
The venue was beautiful and huge. The side walls were glass, and the outside held scenery of the pretty outdoor gardens, flowers and trees; the place where you had just been standing in earlier.
Along the walls, extending up to the roof, there were vines decorated in a detailed path, curving and hanging off corners.
Inside, you were walking on concrete flooring, not green grass. Still, it was breathtaking. It seemed almost like a greenhouse, but it wasn't extremely extravagant. Just...perfect.
Yet, the stage. The stage was the main attraction. No, this time, not a stage for Taylor's concerts. Although, it would be great for an acoustic show, you can see the look in her gaze off to it. She was already imagining how your wedding was going to be like.
Upon the stage large white archways stood tall. Flowers were down below and in the middle of the archways, mixed in with the smallest little lanterns. It all had a glowing backlight too, adding onto everything to make it complete.
You and Taylor went to the dressing room to get ready, the time starting to tick down to where the guests was on their way. The room was cozy and dim, enveloping the both of you like a warm embrace.
On the side, there was a rack of your two white wedding dresses. They were beautiful. Chosen and decided by the both of you with the utmost care and sincerity from your hearts. The lace was soft, and parts were flowy enough to make a satisfying movement.
Of course, you needed to get your makeup on first. As much as you were eager to wear the pretty dress, it was best not to get any makeup accidentally on it.
The stylist greets both of you when she enters, giving a kind expression. She could see almost instantly how great of a pair you make, and it lightened her heart tremendously.
You moved to sit on the couch, sitting patiently and waiting for Taylor to finish her makeup first, the light surrounding the mirror helping in making her face glow.
To think that she was sitting here, in front of you, not getting ready for a show, but for a wedding. Your wedding. Together. Well, maybe, a show for you...but this...she was making an eternal promise of her love and for yours.
You were double checking the notes of when you walk down the walkway with the event planner, but you couldn't focus. You look to see Taylor in her makeup chair, absolutely gorgeous looking. She was your distraction, and you didn't mind it at all.
The event planner notices, and they couldn't help but smile. Yet, they took your attention once more just in case. Of course, you go over the planning again, remembering everything without a hitch.
Soon, the both of you finish your makeup. It was a light makeup that show parts of your natural faces while still making it glow.
You get into your dress, Taylor following along behind you and being careful on her touch upon the dress. You adjust everything and look over your own, the all white outfit serving as its one true color, and not off to creme or anything at all.
Just as you were about to take a step forward to ask Taylor to help with your zipper, you see her standing in front of the vertical mirror, her teeth sunk into her lip as she stared and looked at herself.
On the other hand, your heart absolutely jumped, seeing her in the beautiful gown. She didn't have her zipper up either, her hand holding the dress together and trying to reach for it.
You slowly walk towards her, your hand reaching out to gently pull her zipper up before putting your hands on her waist, making eye contact with her in the mirror.
"You look perfect," you whispered under your breath, nearly not even sounding out in a volume. But Taylor heard it, her eyes lighting up as she turns around to gaze at you, her cheeks rising with a blush.
"Really?" she breathed out, sparks flying in her heart. You nodded, smiling brightly at her as you took a step closer. Your hands slide up, gently grasping her arms.
"I almost don't deserve you..." you whispered, barely even above a breath as your eyes looked at every part of her appearance, shaking your head lightly.
"Don't think less of yourself now..." she says, her eyes soft when she brought her hand up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin.
You lean into it, holding the moment of vulnerability with her. "I chose you. I love you just as much as you love me, and maybe more," she whispers through the space between you.
"Mm. That can be argued," you murmur, mindlessly letting your mind take control of your mouth without meaning to. But she smiles at the comment.
"Shh..." she puts a single finger on your lips, shushing you softly with a gentle shake of her head. "Just take it, sweetheart," she whispers, which did indeed make you back down.
You let out a giggle though, absolutely surprised at how she took control of the situation. Now, Taylor gazed at you, full of awe. You smile softly and turn around, showing her the zipper you needed help with, and she gladly and gently pulled it up.
Afterwards, your hair was still to the side to have ensured it was not getting caught on the zipper, but she leans in closer, seeing the opportunity to lay a soft kiss on your visible neck.
To your surprise, you tilt your head slightly to look at her, eyebrows raised and a grin on your face. "You, look like an angel, sweetheart," she compliments you charmingly from your shoulder, having you blush for the 100th time today.
"Thank you..." you whisper out, looking down in shyness as she steps in front of you, her hands on your shoulders. She chuckles softly, seeing your blush.
"I love you," she whispers, kissing the top of your head as she pulls you closer. You lean into her, wrapping your own arms around her and feeling the fabric of her dress.
"I love you, too." you reply, closing your eyes with a soft sigh. The two of you needed this moment, how real it was, and how it wasn't a dream.
Outside, the room, the small amount of invited guests had already arrived. If the music and the wedding planner coming in through the room wasn't obvious enough, you can hear the mixed conversations outside, just barely leaking through the walls.
They were playing Taylor's songs specifically made for you on the speakers, mixed in with your favorite songs together, melodies that echo through the hall.
You turn to look at her, and she gives you a reassuring smile before the wedding planner goes to take you both outside, at the entrance of the venue so you could await for your walk together and prepare.
You take a deep breath in, seeing the long pathway, empty only for the two of you. Your heart pounded in your chest, and Taylor can see your nerves setting off.
"Are you ready?" She asks you softly, standing beside you with all the comfort her presence holds. You look to her, taking another breath in.
"I'm, um, nervous...but...yes," you whispered, your voice shaking as your hands trembled. Taylor smiles gently, her eyes softening as she gives you a reassuring kiss on the cheek, her wondrous lipstick not even smudging or lingering on your skin, but her lips ghosting your cheek.
"I'd walk down it anytime you want, as long as its with you, darling." she assures you, leaning in to lightly brush your shoulders in a loving touch.
"You're so sweet..." you whisper, your lips raising up in a soft smile, and it was exactly what she aimed for, her heart swelling.
"Take my hand, baby," she says quietly, holding her hand out to you, and you slip your fingers in between hers, intertwining without a doubt, but she can feel the tremble in your joints.
"We're gonna do this together...okay?" the blonde captures your eyes, squeezing your hand gently. Being assured by her blue set of eyes that only held love and care for you, you nod.
"I'm ready," you breathed out, seeing the wedding planner walk up to the both of you, making sure you were both calm and ready, and that your dress was spread out perfectly.
It was time. This was it.
The glass windows on the side of the walls started to be closed by large metal doors, closing out the outside light, only for the orange chandelier and lights evenly places across the venue to take its place. It was dark, but the walkway had candles alit on its sides, accompanying the red carpet. It was all just to prepare for the two of you to enter.
The guests waited, some holding their breaths, some already even getting teary-eyed at the mere thought that this was where you were both being locked in, officially an intertwined couple.
Taylor's mom, Andrea, especially. She held tissues ready in her hand, some already used. Scott was sitting beside her, getting emotional too with Austin.
When you walk out together, everyone watching gasps, their breaths taken away by the beauty of your dresses and how you two fit together like puzzle pieces in the right place.
Everyone except her parents was requested to have their phones off, and they all obliged, the camera person in front as the main view, but it wasn't the whole world watching.
Both of your dresses flowed and drifted across the carpet, Taylor's white dress having the look and idea of flowers, trailing their pathes.
Your appearances were alit by the many glowing candles and bit of spotlight upon you, up until you both reach the altar where the marriage officiant stands.
When you reach the stage, you turn to face Taylor, still holding hands. The marriage officiant starts her words, the waiting making your heart grow even faster in anticipation, and you tried to make sure everything in your head was correct.
Taylor's eyes were on yours, never leaving. In this moment, it felt like it was only the two of you. The whole world faded in just a gaze.
"Do you, Taylor Alison Swift, take Y/N Y/L/N as your wife?" The officiant finally says, her eyes going up to travel between the two of you.
"I do," Taylor says, her smile growing wider as she looks into your eyes and squeezed your hand, ever excited to hear every word in this special day.
The officiant turns to face you, her lips raised up. "And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Taylor Alison Swift as your wife?" she asks.
You nod, "Yes. I do," you say, your genuine happiness evident and overlaying your voice. Taylor's heart just about felt like it was about to explode.
"Now, since you have chosen to say your vows, you may hold each other's hands and speak in truth," the officiant says, lowering her book she was holding.
You take a deep breath, looking to the officiant before catching Taylor's eyes again, seeing her own hesitancy and nervousness in speaking her vows. You smile, and decide to go first.
"Taylor...I will love you, for all my life, and with my entire soul. You were there for me in my worst times, when I needed someone when no one else came to my aid. I don't know what I would do without you, but I know right now, I would do anything for you, and as long as I'm with you, I know I'm living happily. I wish to give you everything you've ever needed, all without resentment. All the kisses, all our shared days, we'll share with laughs and honesty. I hope we spend each second cherishing it all, because I will. With every chance I get. Because you, Taylor, are the love of my life, and I wish to give you this ring so we can have this sweet love forever."
You finished off your vow, some parts being shaky, and some parts holding the most absolute brightest smiles as you felt a swell building in your throat. Taylor already got teary eyed, a soft sniffle sounding out from her before she prepares and remembers her own vows.
"Y/N Y/L/N...With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take you to be my lover...After years and millions of tears, finally, with you, I'll spend all my time with until the end. You're the whole world to me. I promise that all my stares and gazing upon you, will always be filled with love, and my words whispered to you whenever you feel down, will always have care and sweetness. I vow that we'll always be together, in the times of need...and if there are, the times of the worst. The times that are the best, and anything in between. Take my ring, and I'll take yours, our soul to be intertwined, forever and evermore."
You tried blinking away the tears, but they had already fallen at her beautifully thoughtful words. She lets out a small laugh tearfully as she saw you already crying, even though she was, too.
The officiant had put down her book, and held out the board for the rings, and you both took one, slipping it on each other's finger with gentleness.
Once done, the officiant leaned back, and nods. "...I now pronounce you equally wed." she announces. Over in the front row, Taylor's mom was tearing up, looking up at the both of you proudly.
You gaze at each other, eyes holding your own reflections and emotions, and smiles wider than they've ever been. "I love you," you whisper, squeezing Taylor's hand.
"I love you, too," she says back, leaning in to kiss you, and you meet her halfway, your lips brushing before fully touching in a whisper of promise.
"We're gonna be together forever." You murmur against her lips, crying softly and needing to pull back slightly to gather yourself up, but forehead resting against her.
"Yes, sweetheart..." she whispered, smiling softly as she gently nuzzles her nose against you, the gesture making you pull her into an embrace.
Now it was forever, something you'll keep to for your whole life. Thank god for Taylor's indestructable makeup. All her tears had nothing against it, and especially not with her love for you.
The rest of the wedding went by amazingly well, with congratulations from many people, smiles, laughter, and loving stares. There was a polaroid moment, with you and Taylor and her friends only using polaroids to take photos. You danced together, and then cut the cake with Taylor too, both of you having brought the cut piece on the spoon up to each other's lips in a sweet gesture.
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In the car...
The two of you had now changed into different outfits, sitting in more comfortable clothing. Taylor was driving, carefully keeping eye on the roads.
You breathe in the air, then let it out slowly, the seatbelt keeping you grounded as you sunk into your seat exhaustingly, but completely and utterly satisfied with how everything turned out.
The sunset traced your faces, and when you turn your head, it seemed to have made Taylor ever so graceful looking. You might have somehow fallen in love with her even more; if that was even possible.
You smile softly, unbelievably happy as you went to reach your hand over the centre console, resting it on her thigh as she drove.
"I can't believe we happened..." you whisper softly, your thumb soothingly moving. Her eyes flicker down to your hand, her heart swelling.
"But we did," she whispers, glancing to you. When she had the chance, she takes off one hand from the steering wheel, reaching down to hold your hand.
"And I love it," you said quietly. There was almost no more words to describe how you felt. It was all...overflowing your heart at this point.
She smiles softly, bringing your hand up to her lips to kiss it softly. "You're so precious to me..." she says, looking to see your ring she got for you on your finger. Her own hand held the same, but the one you got for her.
She kisses that part of you softly, too, making sure her love is known and marked upon it, and your face held a deep flush before you gently pull her hand to do the same.
The windows held the blurring scenery of a day, the sunset being the framing background picture of your love together, driving back home.
She was all you needed.
And you were all she needed.
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For Taylor Swift, could you do one where the reader is taking care of her when she is sick or Taylor is taking care of the reader when they are sick?
cold.
| T.S
Warnings: Taylor feeding R soup/a piece of sandwich, saying no to medicine, sore throat, coughing fits and fever
Summary: When the morning comes and you felt sick, Taylor was already up, deciding your breakfast. But when she realizes you were down with a cold, she quickly jumps to taking care of you.
Word Count: 3k
Category: fluff!
A/N: I'm so sorry for how late I am for this!! my motivation was down and I ended up accidentally doing this while I'm sick too, but I hope you enjoy this! I don't know if you're currently sick (or if you were), but I hope you're getting better :]
| Started on 15/07/2024, 8:28 PM |
| Finished on 28/07/2024, 10:54 PM |
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"Taking my time, I'll show you the care I hold for you within my heart. Just how gentle. Just how soft, this love is.”
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It was quiet as Taylor stood in the kitchen, looking down on her phone. Her hand was on the cold metal of the fridge, having just finished writing down the tasks she needed to do, the paper now pinned on the fridge door.
At the side, the windows radiated a warmthness from them, the orange of the mornings that could never be beaten by anything else. The sunshine floods through the kitchen, sinking down from the marble counters and to the wooden floorboards.
In the distance, Taylor hears a small sneeze coming from the bedroom. She takes a small glance, but didn't take more mind to it as she focuses on looking through the refridgerator, trying to figure out what to make from the ingredients she already has.
She tries looking through the recipe book, trying to find more ideas rather than just going through the list of meals she can remember off the top of her head, but nothing came up as a big interest.
Instead, another thought pops up in her mind. You. "Baby, what do you want for breakfast?" she asks, her volume a little louder so you could hear her from across the room.
You were in the bedroom, staying laid in bed. Honestly, you woke up only a few minutes ago, your body realizing the missing presence of the familiar blonde. But that wasn't the worst of it. Your throat instantly felt weird, and you hid in the covers to shield yourself from the cold. Yet, no amount of changing your positions would help.
The door was open, Taylor's doing from the morning in case you thought she went to work from being up so early. Also just in case anything happens and she would need to run in to check on you. Right now? Sure, it isn't an emergency, but you felt like you would need her right in front of you without more time wasted.
"I don't know, you choose..." You tried replying with a bit of volume, even while your voice didn't want to be on your side today. Or, well, your throat, so she heard you, but your words didn't form anything.
Taylor blinks for a moment, trying to process what you said, but nothing seemed to form in her head. "I can't hear you!" she says, slowly closing the old recipe book with a crinkle of its spine. She went to turn around and was about to go towards the bedroom, but then she saw you, walking out.
You drag your feet, your posture slumped as you gently rub the edges of your eye. Taylor's expression soften at the adorable appearance, and she doesn't take long to round the island and go to you, her arms opening to wrap around your warm body.
She gazes down at you, a smile growing on her face as she tilts her head. "What'd you say, honey?" she asks softly, her hand reaching to move your hair back.
You let out a breath and swallow the weird feeling in your throat before gaining the courage to talk, your own arms going to return her embrace, but also to hold onto her.
"...anything that's soft...please," you whisper, your voice croaky and strained, something she noticed instantly. Taylor looks at you with concern, a thought coming to her that the warmness radiating off your body was starting to look like it wasn't just from you being in bed.
She leans back, wanting to take a look at your face. Your eyes held a sort of tiredness to them when they look up at her, but you did just wake up earlier, so she questions herself of her assumptions.
"...Are you sick, baby?" she asks, searching your face. Your lips were just slightly pouted, and the way you sniffled absolutely gave it away. Once you nod, it was confirmed.
"Aw...sweetheart." She murmurs, feeling you lean back into her, burying your face in her chest. She held a body heat, and it was all you wanted, after being so cold in the empty bed.
Taylor thinks about it for a couple minutes, trying to sift through the meals you'd like whenever you were sick. It was difficult, but not impossible.
"...Do you want soup?" she says gently, looking down at you again as you thought about it. But then you inhaled a breath, feeling the tickle of your nose. Soon, you sneeze off to the side, ensuring the germs barely hits Taylor.
She smiles, even though her expression held worry. "Bless you," she says, seeing you take a deep breath, and smiling back at her when you heard her words.
"Thank you," you whispered, leaning back in to her. Your arms were wrapped around her still, holding onto the warmth.
"Do you want soup, love?" Taylor asks gently, repeating her question in case you couldn't focus on what she said due to your sneeze.
But your fingers gently clutch further onto the fabric of her shirt, and you shook your head, resisting even the thought of any food passing by your painful throat.
Taylor's concern rises, but still her mind continues to go on for you, searching for words. She moves her hand up and down your back to comfort you in any way possible.
"It'll be warm, and it can soothe your throat," she whispers, looking down at you with the hopes that her gentle voice can help you find some courage. But with the quietness you went with, it was unlikely you were budging.
"You can eat it with bread too, if you'd like," Taylor adds, awaiting your response. You stay buried in her chest, trying to decide.
With the way her hand was comfortingly moving on your back, you gave in, and eventually succumb to a nod, one barely visible unless Taylor had been watching extremely closely, and she was.
Taylor smiles softly and pulls back, seeing your face that still held hesitancy. "Chicken soup, yeah?" she asks, her hand traveling up to touch your cheek gently, her thumb gently caressing your skin.
You look into her loving eyes and nod again, this time more visibly. The blonde's heart lightens at the sight of you agreeing, and her smile grew wider.
"Alright, just wait a few minutes." She murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of your head before pulling away, but right before she could slip from your embrace, you let out the smallest sound of protest and gently grab her hand, causing her to turn back to you, quickly picking up on how you wanted her to stay with you.
"Shh, its okay, I'm just going to make you your soup." Her palm gently trails up to the back of your head, her other hand rested on your back. You most definitely didn't want to leave her side, especially when your body felt weak and was contaminated with sickness.
"How about this, you can watch me make it, hm?" Taylor suggested, looking to your eyes to see whatever thoughts you seemed to have. She slowly tries to pull you to the kitchen, and when you follow without holding your ground, she smiles softly.
She gets everything ready, grabbing the pot and taking the ingredients for the soup from the fridge. As the soup was getting ready on the stove, you stayed by her at all times, your body feverish against her side and your head rested on her shoulder.
She wraps an arm around your waist, her thumb gently brushing, reassuring you through her touches. Your mind was scrambled, unable to focus on just about anything other than the motion at your waist.
Taylor had already made a sandwich for herself, ready in its container to eat later with you in case you needed encouraging with her company.
She heard your sniffling from her side though, and it was the sign of a stuffy nose starting to come into play with your sickness. Her eyes were transfixed on you as her hands went to go through your hair, hearing the sniffling growing more consistent.
She grabs a nearby tissue from the kitchen counter, turning to you to hand it down to you. "Here, love," the blonde whispered. You blink for a second, then took it to wipe your nose and turning away to blow into it.
Taylor watches you with a slightly sympathetic gaze, her hand moving up and down your back. Her eyes flickered from you and the soup that was starting to bubble in the pot.
Deciding its finished cooking, she reaches out with her other hand, lightly stirring the soup before slowing down the heat, and then turning it off completey.
Taylor glances back at you, giving your arm a gentle squeeze to let you know she'll return to being close to you, needing to keep you just a little further from the hot soup. You see her grab out a bowl, and a kitchen cloth to hold on to the small pot's handle so she could slowly pour it out.
The steam from the freshly made soup drifts up, resulting in more warmth entering the space of the kitchen. She puts the pot into the sink, letting the water fill it up slightly to clean later. Then, she picks up the bowl carefully, aware of the heat.
"Can you help bring my sandwich, baby?" she says, nodding towards the transparent container. She watches as your hand goes out, grabbing it from the counter and hugging it to your front as you lean back into her.
She smiles and guides you to the bedroom, trying to keep the soup from spilling with every step being mindful. Once you soon arrive, she lets out a breath of relief, setting the bowl on the nightstand.
You went to sit on the bed, getting comfortable. Taylor turns to look at you before she joins you and gently pulls you to sit in her lap, her legs criss-crossed.
As you try to process at simply being pulled like that, it wasn't long until you gladly accept the change of position. Facing her, you lean into her shoulder, tilting your head to look up at her.
She notices how you gazed up, the look on your face being adorable in her eyes, and her heart warms. Her hand reaches up to brush back your hair with her fingers, being gentle.
"Its gonna be a day full of cuddles, huh?" she asks in a whisper as she looks into your eyes, as if a secret for just the two of you. You let out a giggle and nod, making her light up with a smile herself.
She then grabs the bowl of soup from the nightstand, feeling that it was now less hot to the touch. Knowing you to be hesitant on swallowing anything, she takes ahold of the spoon, blowing on the soup lightly to then take a small sip of it, a hum sounding from her.
She looks to you, her gaze gentle as she lets the soup fill the spoon again. "Its delicious, trust me," she says, bringing it up to your mouth. Although you held full of trust for her, you couldn't trust your throat.
You move back, your lips turning into a straight line as you eyed the spoon, but she keeps her gentle gaze on you.
"Its okay, here, just one sip," she whispers, encouraging you by lightly putting her free hand on your back, the other hand moving forward.
She sees you slowly starting to accept, at least letting the soup touch your lips. Although you didn't fully take it, you had pursed your lips, tasting the chicken flavored soup.
For just a moment, your face relaxes, remembering how delicious it would be whenever she'd cook you things like these. Her hand had drifted back slightly to not force you entirely, but the corners of her lips raise up at seeing your realization. She decides to try again, moving it back towards you slowly.
You hesitate, but she waits patiently. After some seconds, you slowly open your mouth, taking the spoon in and letting the soup enter your mouth.
You hold it for a moment, feeling how warm it was, while at the same time feeling scared to feel the pain surge back. Taylor raises her eyebrows slightly and move her head in a gentle nod, which had you letting it go down your throat.
Just for a second, there was the burning, painful feeling that made you wince, but once it got down and filled your stomach with warmth, it was gone. You let your shoulders relax slowly, looking up to her.
She smiles and picks up the spoon again, helping you get the food in your system slowly. The feel of your cheeks flushing comes up almost as warm as the soup, and Taylor almost wanted to lovingly pinch them from how adorable you looked, even while you're sick.
"Look at you, being brave." She says, watching you chew the small bits and pieces of the chicken in the soup, enjoying the meal, although coughing here and there after swallowing.
"Just take it slow..." she murmurs, soothing you on your back. You eventually get the coughing fit to calm down, and you lean back into her, your cheek gently pressed against her shoulder.
As she gives you time to have some peace, she leans down to lay a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You let your eyes wander slightly, the only sounds going out into the space being of your breaths.
When you look over to the nightstand, you see her sandwich, half eaten, her stolen bites there as she helped feed you your own meal.
She sees your gaze transfixed on it, her eyes flickering from her sandwich and to you. A raise on her lips was paired with her heart jumping in happiness within her chest.
"You want some?" She asks, reaching over to her sandwich. You nod, and she smiles softly, pinching off a part of her sandwich to give to you.
You lean forward, and she puts it in your mouth carefully. She watches you chew it, savouring the taste, and processing if it was good. When you swallow, your face had brightened up slightly.
"Good?" she asks, looking at you curiously in waiting for the thoughts of her meal. You held a more at ease expression, and nod eagerly, happy with the taste, but then soon feeling the itch of a cough and then getting thrown into another fit.
Her eyes widen slightly before she grabs the water bottle from the side, unscrewing the cap for you and then handing it out. "Drink some water...slowly," she offers softly.
You looked up with a slightly pained expression, but you grab the bottle with slightly shaky hands and took a small sip.
You drank a little more water, at least until you calmed down, and you give the bottle back to her, swallowing the water. A breath of relief escapes your mouth as she sets the water bottle back down on the nightstand.
She turns back to you, her finger lightly tracing meaningless patterns on your arm. A few seconds after, she resumes to giving you the soup again, with the hoped that it will be a little more smoother.
Soon, you finished, and she had a smile on her face, the spoon going down on the bowl with a gentle clink. She looks up at you with a proud gaze, gesturing towards the now empty bowl with only the residue of the soup. "There you go, all done."
You saw that Taylor was about to get up, and you nearly let out a small noise of fear and protest, but she stops her movement for a short second.
"I'll still be here, I'm just going to send the dishes to the sink, okay?" she whispers, her hand taking yours to lightly squeeze, then kisses the skin softly. Slowly, she lays down your hand to the bed, patting it reassuringly before carefully holding the plate and bowl, going out the room.
You let out a gentle breath, watching the now empty space, awaiting anytime. It felt like forever, but her familiar blue eyes appear back into the room, meeting yours with a gentle smile, her hands holding a bottle of pills and liquid medicine.
She saw the way you looked at them, her eyes drifting downwards, but going up again, moving the bottles out to you.
"Do you want any medicine, sweetheart?" she asks, tilting her head. Your eyes were bleak and half lidded as you shook your head, curling up a little further in bed. Her eyes soften, and she slowly pulls her hand back.
"Thats okay, we'll just rest," she says, her tone understanding. She puts down the medicine on the bedside table, just in case you change your mind at any given time.
She steps forward, sliding to sit at the edge of the bed once more, her hand moving to push away your strands of hair that had gone out of place.
You gaze up at her, only your eyes having movement, and your chest rising and falling with every one of your breaths. But it then slows down with a deep inhale.
"Tay...?" you whisper out, your voice quiet and weak. Taylor's hand pauses its motion for just a second at the mention of her name from you in such a small voice, before she resumes the motion.
"Yeah, baby?" She whispers back, her gaze down upon you holding tenderness. Her hand was warm, and glided down to your cheek, making you lean into it.
"I'm cold," you mumble, your mouth in a pout. She lets out the smallest chuckle, her thumb going to brush over the tip of your nose ever so slightly in a barely noticeable boop.
"Come here then, honey." she whispers, only wanting to give you all the comfort you needed, rather than anything else but so. You stare at her for a second, contemplating being closer to her within your sickness.
She notices this, and knows you all too well to let it be. She smiles softly and assuringly, giving you an encouraging nod that made your heart soften.
"It's okay, I don't mind getting sick," she says, pulling you in without much pressure, as you slowly give in and let her slide you closer, your face burying into the warmth of her neck.
She kisses you atop the head gently, your hair tickling her nose just a little bit, but she didn't mind.
"Rest..." her hushed voice echoes out into the space of the room, her gentle touch upon your back, either drawing circles or rubbing a soothing motion.
"You'll feel better when you wake up," she says, hoping you'll take her point well. You relax, letting your breaths steady, and she can feel the exhaustion radiating from you, the breath your lungs release portraying your sickness.
"I love you, baby," she whispers out one final time, just a few words for you to hear before you close your eyes, giving in to the heaviness.
"Love you too..." you mumble out, full of sleepiness. She smiles softly, and soon closes her own eyes, too.
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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 |
Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist
“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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