Dawnoftime22 - Honestly, Who Are We To Fight The Alchemy?

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I have a Barney plush since I was 2 (19 now). He's been with me for soooo long! Probably knows more about me than my mom lmao

What about you? Do you have a favorite plush? I also have more if you want pics 🙈

absolute. gasp. I USED TO HAVE A BARNEY PLUSH!! I think mine was more of a toy one? there was also a pillow but they're gone now :( yours is so precious though! he looks like he takes care of you very well :]

me, I have myself my cat plush!! been the one I've kept for years ever since I was a child but its just so fluffy and cuddly. (and very much the one that inspired my recent fanfic) I call it DC, ironically, not from the franchise but a shoe store! 😭

and I would love to see more pics! I have myself other plushies too, if you wanna see them hehehe

social events & crowded rooms.

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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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TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR (2023)

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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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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