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glitter on the floor after the party

hi guys! the requests im doing are all drafts now so im FORCED to do them snice i get LAZY.

also sorry for not updating yesterday it was my birthday! 

slight tigger warning: mentions of drinking and SA. (SA DOES NOT HAPPEN TRAVIS THINKS ABOUT IT)

please give ideas. 

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Taylors POV:

The scene at the party was chaotic, a cacophony of laughter, music, and clinking glasses blending into a dizzying whirlwind of activity. Empty bottles littered the floor, their contents long since consumed, while glimmering flecks of glitter adorned every surface like scattered stardust. 

Among the throng of guests, I found myself struggling to maintain my balance, my senses dulled by the haze of alcohol that clouded my mind.

Desperately clinging to Selena for support, I whispered my plea to her amidst the chaos, my words slurred and barely coherent. The room spun around me, and I felt as though I were teetering on the edge of a precipice, unable to find my footing.

"Can we get going?" I managed to utter, my voice barely audible over the din. "I don't think I can walk correctly."

Her nod was a welcome relief, a lifeline in the midst of the swirling chaos. Together, we navigated through the sea of partygoers, our security guards trailing close behind.

With each unsteady step, I fought to maintain an appearance of composure, aware of the prying eyes that watched our every move. But despite my best efforts, my legs refused to cooperate, betraying me with every stumble and sway.

In the end, it was my security guards who came to my aid, their firm grip steadying me as I teetered on the brink of collapse. With their support, we made our way towards the exit, each 

step a herculean effort in the battle against intoxication.

As we finally stepped out into the cool night air, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, the chaotic energy of the party fading into the distance. All I could think about was  home, and the comforting presence of Travis awaiting me there.

Travis's POV:

The house was quiet, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as I anxiously waited for Taylor to return from her friend's party. She had promised she'd be home by 10, but it was now well past 2 in the morning, and my worry had grown into a gnawing pit in my stomach.

I had declined Taylor's invitation to join her at the party, opting instead to stay home. At the time, it seemed like the right decision, but now I couldn't shake the feeling of regret. What if something had happened to her? What if she was hurt or something bad had happned? What if someone touched her?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and I sprang to my feet, heart pounding with relief and concern. Taylor stumbled in, supported by her security guards, her laughter echoing through the hallway.

I rushed to her side, thanking the guards for their assistance as they helped her inside. Taylor was clearly intoxicated, her words slurred and her movements unsteady. Despite her inebriated state, she still managed to recognize me, her face lighting up with a drunken grin as she cuddled into my neck.

"Travvvvy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with affection.

"Hey, Tay," I murmured softly, lifting her up in my arms and carrying her toward the bedroom. Her weight was a familiar comfort, even in her drunken state.

"I thought I lost you at the party," she mumbled, her words barely coherent.

"I didn't go tay" I chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood.

Confusion clouded her expression for a moment before she drifted off again, her eyes closed in exhaustion.

"How many drinks did you have?" I asked gently, concern lacing my voice.

"I lost track at 4," she admitted sheepishly.

My heart sank at her words. Four drinks was certainly enough to impair judgment and coordination, especially for someone as petite as Taylor.

"Hey, it's okay," I reassured her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Let's get you changed 

and into bed, okay?"

She nodded sleepily, allowing me to help her out of her clothes and into her pajamas. As I tucked her into bed, I couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over me. Despite her stubbornness and occasional recklessness, Taylor was still my world, and I would do anything to keep her safe.

Nestling in beside her, I enveloped Taylor in a comforting embrace, holding her close as if shielding her from any harm that might dare to intrude upon our sanctuary.

"Travvy?" she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes?" I replied, my heart swelling with tenderness at the vulnerability in her voice."

I love you," she confessed, the words carrying a weight of sincerity that warmed my soul.

A soft smile graced my lips as I pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, savoring the sweetness of the moment.

"I love you too, Tay," 

"So I'll love ya 'til my lungs give out

I ain't lying
I'm all your'n and you're all mine"

- all your'n, Tyler Chiders

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