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i marry you with paper rings (tw)

(TW: MENTIONS OF ED / THROWING UP)

clingy tay again because we all need clingy tay in our lives.

and dread. 

also this is based off "nfl gives back" 

also also check out my new book THE ANTHOLOGY for a tayvis short story <333

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I lay nestled next to Travis, ensconced in the warmth of his embrace. His presence was a soothing balm to my weary soul, offering solace from the relentless storm raging within me. 

With his arms wrapped around me, his steady heartbeat echoing in the quiet room, I found a fleeting respite from the cacophony of thoughts and voices that plagued my mind.

But the truth lingered beneath the surface of my tranquility. I couldn't bear to leave his side, not now, not ever. The mere thought of parting from him sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fierce determination to hold on to this moment, to this connection that felt so inexplicably vital to my existence.

As I snuggled closer, seeking refuge in the shelter of his chest, Travis stirred beside me. His eyes fluttered open, greeting the new day with a drowsy smile. His voice, rough and husky from sleep, washed over me like a gentle wave, drawing me deeper into the cocoon of our shared intimacy.

"Morning, Tay," he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on my back with a tenderness that stirred my soul.

I remained silent, relishing the comforting weight of his presence, unwilling to break the spell that bound us together.

With a reluctant sigh, Travis untangled himself from our embrace, his movements signaling the start of a new day. He spoke of breakfast, of mundane tasks that threatened to pull us apart, and I felt a pang of panic seize my heart.

No, I couldn't let him go, not yet. Not when his touch was the only thing keeping the darkness at bay.

In a desperate bid to anchor myself to him, I clung to his waist, my grip tightening with each passing moment. But Travis, ever patient and understanding, gently lifted me from the bed, hoisting me over his shoulder with effortless grace.

I protested weakly, my voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of morning light filtering through the windows. Yet Travis remained steadfast, settling me on a stool in the kitchen with a mixture of amusement and concern etched on his features.

"Are you okay, Tay?" he inquired, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress.

I offered a feeble nod, unable to articulate the turmoil brewing beneath the surface of my facade. 

Travis placed the steaming plates of breakfast on the counter, the tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked waffles and bacon wafting through the air. But despite the enticing spread before me, my appetite had vanished, eclipsed by the weight of my troubled thoughts.

I sat beside him in silence, my head heavy with unspoken words and unspeakable fears. Travis's concern was palpable, his gentle inquiries hanging in the air like a delicate veil of concern.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" His voice was soft, tender, coaxing me to open up. But the words remained lodged in my throat, a stubborn knot of emotion that refused to unravel.In response, I merely leaned into his comforting embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence. His arms enveloped me, a protective shield against the encroaching darkness that 

threatened to consume me whole.

"Will you eat at least? For me?" His plea was laced with genuine concern, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my cheek. The simple gesture stirred something within me, a flicker of resolve amidst the turmoil raging within.

With a reluctant nod, I turned my attention to the food before me, my stomach churning with apprehension. The first bite of waffle felt like lead in my mouth, each swallow a struggle against the rising tide of nausea threatening to overwhelm me. But for Travis, I persevered, forcing myself to swallow each morsel despite the overwhelming urge to retch. Travis watched me intently, his gaze never wavering as I choked down the last of my breakfast. 

"Thank you," he murmured, his words a gentle reminder of the unwavering support he offered.

Travis lifted me gently from the stool, his strong arms cradling me with a tenderness that spoke volumes. He carried me to the plush comfort of the couch, where he tucked a soft blanket around me like a cocoon, warding off the chill of the morning air.

As I settled against the cushions, Travis joined me, his warmth enveloping me like a protective shield. I nestled into the curve of his arm, my head finding its rightful place against his chest, where the steady rhythm of his heartbeat served as a lullaby, soothing me into a state of serene tranquility.

With each rise and fall of his chest, I felt myself drifting further into the embrace of sleep, the weight of my troubles growing lighter with each passing moment. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the comforting darkness that beckoned me into its embrace.

...

I slowly emerged from the comforting embrace of sleep, my senses gradually awakening to the murmurs of voices and the gentle touch of Travis beside me. As I blinked away the remnants of slumber, I realized that there was a subtle energy in the room, a bustling activity that hinted at something significant happening.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Travis greeted me with a tender smile, his fingers brushing lightly against my forehead to sweep away stray strands of hair.

I mustered a tired smile in return, my mind still foggy with the remnants of sleep. But as the haze cleared, I remembered the plans for the evening: dinner with our families. I inwardly groaned at my forgetfulness, but Travis's presence beside me grounded me in the moment, offering solace amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

With a yawn, I sat up, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of Travis's embrace even as I grappled with the realization that I had slept the day away.

"It's 4 PM, by the way. You slept all day," Travis whispered softly in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. I nodded in acknowledgment, sinking back into his comforting presence.

"Tired?" My mother's voice broke through the haze, drawing my attention to the gathering in the room. I could only nod in response, my weariness evident in the heaviness of my limbs and the exhaustion etched on my face.

"I can't imagine! World tour, new album...I could never," Jason's voice chimed in, his words laced with admiration and a hint of envy. I offered a feeble nod, grateful for the understanding in his tone.

Despite my fatigue, I found solace in the company of our families, their laughter and chatter weaving a comforting tapestry around me. I listened quietly as Travis and Jason engaged in playful banter, Donna and Andera shared stories, and Ed and Scott delved into discussions about football.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of our loved ones, I felt a sense of belonging that washed away the weariness of my soul. This was home, this was family, and in their presence, I found the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright
Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life"

- paper rings, taylor swift.