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the calloused skin on my hands is cracking

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(break finally over, hoping to update every other day)

a request for clingy tay

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taylors pov:

I lay in bed, my gaze fixed on the clock, each tick of the second hand marking the passage of time.

The thought of facing the world and its relentless demands felt overwhelming. The cacophony of voices on the internet, each with their own opinions and expectations, only added to the weight pressing down on me.

Turning to the other side of the bed, I peered out of the window. Birds flitted through the air, their melodic songs a stark contrast to the turmoil within me.

Travis was likely somewhere in the house, going about his day. Perhaps he was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, or in the gym, working out. Or maybe he was simply enjoying the beautiful weather outside.

I groaned, the desire to break free from the confines of my bed warring with my inertia. The suffocating blankets and the sweat clinging to my skin felt like chains holding me in place.

Closing my eyes, I wished for the motivation to overcome this lethargy, hoping that when I next opened them, I would find the strength to do something, anything, to break free from this stagnation.

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"Tay?" a soft voice whispered, and I groaned in response.

"Aw, baby, are you okay?" Travis's voice whispered again, his presence comforting.

"Mmmpphh," I mumbled, finding it difficult to form coherent words.

My eyes fluttered open, and I found Travis sitting at the edge of the bed, gently playing with my hair.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked once more, concern evident in his voice. I chose to snuggle closer to him instead of responding verbally.

"Tay, it's 10 am. You need to be at the studio by 12," he gently reminded me, continuing to stroke my hair.

I shook my head, not wanting to leave his side or even get out of bed.

"Come on, baby, you have to go," he encouraged, helping me sit up against the headboard.

Again, I shook my head and buried myself into his chest.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up, holding me close like a koala bear.

"You don't have to go, but you're not going to rot in bed all day," he said, settling me on the couch and draping a blanket over me and turning on Love is Blind.

I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for not being more helpful. I wanted to get up and assist him in making breakfast, but my body seemed to refuse to cooperate.

As Travis moved to the kitchen and began cooking, I noticed something concerning on my hands. My calluses were cracking, a sign of neglect that could lead to infection.

I looked down at them sadly, feeling a wave of remorse. Travis returned with a plate of pancakes and bacon, setting them down on the coffee table.

"Here you are, Tay—what's that on your hands?" he asked, noticing my troubled expression as he gingerly picked up my hands.

He looked perplexed, then pulled out his phone, likely to search for answers.

"Tay, we need to clean those," Travis insisted, his attention still focused on the article he was reading online.

I shook my head in refusal, snuggling closer to him. I didn't have the energy or the will to stand up and take care of myself.

"Not going to the studio is one thing, but not taking care of yourself is far worse. Come on," he urged, lifting me up once more and carrying me to the bathroom.

He gently set me down on the counter.

"Your hands, please?" he asked, his tone pleading.

"Mmmnn," I muttered, keeping my hands close to my body in a feeble attempt to resist.

"Please, Tay?" he pleaded again. I shook my head stubbornly.

He sighed and, with gentle determination, grasped my wrists and guided my shaky hands toward him. Despite my resistance, his grip was firm, and I found myself unable to pull away.

"I'm sorry, Taylor, but I need to take care of you," he said softly, wetting a cloth and applying some soap to it.

I continued to shake my head, failing to see why he was making such a fuss over my hands. It didn't seem like a big deal to me.

Travis cleaned the calluses, then applied some sort of antibiotic. It stung, eliciting a yelp of pain from me.

"Shh. It's okay. It will make them feel better," he reassured me, gently rubbing my palms as he wrapped them with something to keep dirt out.

"There. All done. Let's go eat now, shall we?" he suggested, picking me up once more and unpausing the show on the TV when we were settled in the living room.

I nodded quickly, relieved that the ordeal was over, and allowed him to carry me back to the couch where we could enjoy our breakfast together.

I snuggled into him as the show played, eating a pancake and some bacon. I didnt have that much of an appetite anyway.

After we were done, we lay snuggled up together on the couch.

"do you want to go outside sweetie? its beautiful." He suggested.

I nodded and he picked me up again, and set me down in the grass. He was right it was perfect. I take in a breath of fresh air and lay down. Travis sat next to me, also enjoying the sunlight. 

I couldn't ask for anything more. 

"He says everything I need to hear, and it's like

I couldn't ask for anything better"

- The way I loved you, taylor swift

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