Seven Days Of Comfort.

seven days of comfort.

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these are fanfics I would be hesitant to post, as they are things I would relate to, and need comfort from myself. I tend to keep sensitive fanfics like these to myself because they need to be handled with care; since its not only fluff, but also things that have anxiety, or other things. (but of course not including the incredibly concerning ones)

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since I know many other people also go through things like these, I thought maybe I'd give some of them to you all, just in case you need the comfort :] so please, take care of yourselves, ily<3

for a limited time, I'll also take requests for this time period, (8th - 14th july), but please note that I can't promise it will be perfect, finished, or be done in a short time.

I'll only take requests for Taylor and of fluff and comfort! no smut, age regression, and angst is a maybe.

one fic per day for a week!

1 - breathe, sweetheart.

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.

2 - grounding.

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.

3 - sensory.

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.

4 - stuffed cat plush.

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.

5 - social events & crowded rooms.

At the after party of an awards show, you get a little overwhelmed, and Taylor takes you home with care.

6 - exhausted.

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.

7 - a long journey.

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.

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grounding.

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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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the girl on kevin's stream crying and singing her heart out during robin x never grow up is so real

breathe, sweetheart.

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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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