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love you to the moon and to saturn

triggers: not eating / mentions of ED

Taylors POV:

I had a habit of getting engrossed in my work, too far gone to remember to take care of myself. Lyrics, melodies, keys—everything needed to be done, and I was determined to do it all. Nothing else mattered; this was my top priority.

It was one of those days, I isolated myself in the music room without a word to Travis. He kept checking in on me, but mentally, I had checked out since 6 a.m.

As I fiddled with the keys on the piano, a soft knock on the door interrupted me. I brushed it off, still lost in my thoughts, until the door creaked open to reveal Travis.

"Taylor, you've been in here for god knows how long. You haven't eaten anything all day," he whispered, his concern barely audible.

My eyes remained fixed on the piano keys as I played an A minor chord. Not quite right...

"Taylor, can you hear me?"

Of course, I could hear him. I just didn't want to. Was E minor a better fit?

"Taylor, please. I'm worried."

I offered no response, prompting a sigh from Travis.

"I'm going to force you to take care of yourself whether you like it or not," he declared.

As I attempted to play an F major chord, he suddenly grabbed me by the waist and lifted me off 

the piano bench.

"Hey, let me go!" I protested, my voice hoarse from singing since 2 a.m and neglecting to drink water. It was now 11 a.m.

Ignoring my protests, Travis carried me bridal-style to the kitchen and gently set me down on a chair.

"I'll tie you down if you dare move," he threatened, his tone firm yet laced with concern.

I muttered something under my breath, feeling a mix of frustration and determination. I didn't want to be stuck sitting here; I needed to find that elusive chord.

Slightly ashamed of my behavior, I took advantage of a moment when Travis wasn't looking and quietly snuck back off to the music room. I couldn't help it—I was consumed by the need to find the right chord for this song.

But my freedom was short-lived. Travis soon returned and scooped me up again.

"Hey! I need to find the right chord!" I protested, squirming in his grip.

"No," he stated firmly, setting me down on the chair once more.

He didn't tie me to the chair, but he did attach a random bell to my bracelet, a not-so-subtle means of keeping track of my movements.

Travis then placed a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me. They looked delicious, but my mind was elsewhere.

"Tay, will you please eat it?" he gently asked, taking a seat beside me.

I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. Travis rubbed my back soothingly, silently offering his support.

"Please? I'm worried. You've been up all night and not eating. Is something bothering you?" he asked gently.

I shook my head again, unable to find the words to express what I was feeling.

Travis sighed softly. 

"I'm sorry," I muttered, tears beginning to spill over.

He pulled me into a comforting embrace, his warmth enveloping me. "I'm just worried, no need to apologize. Now, will you eat for me?" he coaxed, pulling back slightly.

I nodded slowly and began to eat some of the pancakes and bacon he had made, albeit slowly. After finishing, I drank the water he had poured for me.

"Now, can I go back?" I pleaded.

"No, you need your sleep," Travis insisted.

"Why?" I whined, my voice filled with reluctance.

He chuckled softly, his expression firm yet gentle. "Taylor, come on, you know why."

"But I don't wanna," I pouted, my resistance evident.

(authors note: her tone is like lanas little no at the grammys. kinda odd but thats what I thought of when writing this)

"Too bad," he replied with a hint of amusement, before lifting me up once more and carrying me to bed.

Travis set me down on the bed with a tender gentleness, ensuring that I was comfortable before tucking me in snugly beneath the covers. The soft sheets cocooned me, providing a sense of 

security and warmth that was much needed after a long, exhausting morning. 

As I lay there, Travis joined me on the bed, his presence instantly calming. I turned towards him, craving the comfort of his embrace.

"Cuddle me," I demanded playfully, scooting closer to him.

"Now I can get behind that," he replied with a soft chuckle, his arms wrapping around me.He leaned in to press a gentle kiss on my forehead, his touch sending shivers of warmth down my spine. His embrace was like a soothing balm, easing the tension in my body and quieting the chaos in my mind.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully surrender to the moment. With Travis by my side, holding me close, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. My breathing gradually slowed, the rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me into a state of serene tranquility.

In his arms, I found solace, comfort, and love. And as sleep began to claim me, I felt the weight of exhaustion lift, replaced by a profound sense of contentment.

"And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"

To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it"

- sweet nothings, taylor swift