Tayvis one-shots (2)

A Heartfelt Calm (requested)

It was a typical Sunday afternoon at Taylor's house. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow through the large windows of her living room. Taylor and her boyfriend, Travis, had decided to spend a quiet day together, away from the hustle and bustle of their demanding careers. They had planned to binge-watch their favorite shows, order takeout, and just relax.

Travis had been particularly looking forward to this day. The football season had been grueling, and he had been under immense pressure to perform. Taylor had noticed the strain on his face, the way his shoulders were perpetually tense, and how his sleep had been restless. She knew he needed a break, and she was determined to make this day special for him.

They were halfway through an episode of their favorite show when Travis suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His heart started pounding in his chest, and he felt a tightness in his throat. He tried to take a deep breath, but it felt like there was no air. Panic set in as his vision began to blur, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.

"Travis? Are you okay?" Taylor's voice cut through the fog in his mind. She had noticed him fidgeting and his labored breathing.

"I... I don't know," Travis managed to say, his voice strained. "I feel... I can't breathe..."

Taylor's heart skipped a beat. She had seen panic attacks before, and she knew the signs. She immediately reached for the remote and paused the show, turning her full attention to Travis.

"It's okay, Travis. You're having a panic attack," she said softly, trying to keep her voice calm and soothing. "I'm right here with you. Just focus on my voice."

Travis's eyes were wide with fear, and he was clutching his chest. Taylor gently took his hands in hers, feeling how clammy and cold they were. She squeezed them reassuringly.

"Look at me, Travis," she said firmly. "Just breathe with me, okay? In and out, slowly. In... and out..."

Taylor took slow, deep breaths, demonstrating for Travis. She maintained eye contact, her gaze steady and comforting. Travis tried to mimic her breathing, but it was difficult. His chest felt like it was being crushed.

"Travis, you're safe," Taylor continued, her voice gentle but steady. "You're here with me, and nothing is going to hurt you. Focus on your breathing. In... and out..."

Gradually, Travis's breathing began to slow. The tightness in his chest started to ease, and he felt a little less dizzy. Taylor kept talking to him, her voice a soothing anchor in the storm of his panic.

"You're doing great," she said encouragingly. "Just keep breathing with me. In... and out..."

After a few more minutes, Travis's panic attack subsided. He was still shaky and exhausted, but he could breathe normally again. Taylor released his hands and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of her sweater.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked softly.

Travis nodded, though he still looked a bit pale. "Yeah, I think so. That was... intense."

Taylor gave him a reassuring smile. "Panic attacks can be really scary, but you did great. Do you want to talk about what triggered it?"

Travis hesitated, unsure of how to put his feelings into words. "I don't know. It just... came out of nowhere. I've been feeling a lot of pressure lately, with the season and everything. I guess it just caught up with me."

Taylor nodded, understanding the immense stress he was under. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes. You're human, Travis. It's important to take care of your mental health, just like you take care of your physical health."

Travis sighed, feeling the weight of her words. "I guess I've been pushing myself too hard. I didn't want to let anyone down."

"You're not letting anyone down," Taylor said firmly. "You do so much, and you give your all. It's okay to take a step back and take care of yourself. You don't have to carry everything on your own."

Travis looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Taylor. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Taylor leaned in and kissed his forehead. "You don't have to do anything without me. We're a team, remember? I'm here for you, no matter what."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the panic attack slowly lifting. Taylor gently rubbed his back, providing comfort and reassurance.

"Do you want to take a walk outside?" she suggested. "The fresh air might help you feel better."

Travis nodded, feeling a bit steadier. "Yeah, that sounds good."

They stood up, and Taylor grabbed a light jacket for him. They walked out into the garden, the cool breeze refreshing against their skin. The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind was soothing.

As they walked, Taylor continued to hold Travis's hand, their fingers intertwined. "You know, it's okay to talk to someone about how you're feeling. A therapist could really help you manage the stress and anxiety."

Travis nodded thoughtfully. "I think you're right. I've been trying to handle everything on my own, but maybe it's time to get some help."

Taylor squeezed his hand. "I'm proud of you for recognizing that. It takes a lot of strength to admit when you need help."

They continued their walk in comfortable silence, the peaceful surroundings helping Travis to feel more grounded. By the time they returned to the house, he felt much calmer.

Inside, they settled back on the couch. Taylor put on some soothing music and brought over a cup of herbal tea for Travis.

"Thank you for being here for me," Travis said, taking a sip of the tea. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Taylor smiled, her eyes filled with love. "You don't have to thank me. I love you, Travis. We're in this together, and I'm always here for you."

Travis leaned in and kissed her softly. "I love you too, Taylor. More than anything."

They spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled together on the couch, the earlier panic attack now a distant memory. Taylor's presence had brought Travis back from the brink, and he felt incredibly grateful to have her by his side.

As evening fell, they ordered their favorite takeout and continued to watch their shows. The day had taken an unexpected turn, but it had also brought them closer. They knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would face them together, with love and support.

And that was all that mattered.