Requested by: @hrtsfortaytay
The soft glow of the computer screen illuminated the room as Taylor Swift sat cross-legged on the living room floor, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She had been scrolling through social media for what felt like hours, trying to distract herself from the growing storm of emotions brewing inside her. Everything seemed overwhelming today—the noise, the colors, the thoughts swirling in her head.
Travis Kelce was in the next room, buried in his laptop, working on strategies for the upcoming game. She admired his dedication, but right now, all she could feel was the ache of loneliness that had settled deep in her chest. A familiar pang of longing washed over her, and she sighed softly, wishing he would come and pull her close.
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After a few more minutes of fruitless scrolling, Taylor finally decided to muster the courage to reach out. She stood up and wandered toward the office, where she found Travis deep in concentration, fingers flying across the keyboard. She leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a moment, but he didn't seem to notice her presence.
"Travis?" she called softly, but he didn't look up. "Hey, can you take a break?"
"Just a sec, babe," he replied, his focus unwavering. "I'm almost done with this report."
Feeling the sting of rejection, she frowned and turned away, feeling small and unimportant. It was one of those days when everything felt too heavy. As she retreated to the bathroom, she could feel tears welling in her eyes, and she cursed herself for being so emotional.
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Once inside the bathroom, she sank to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. It wasn't just the loneliness; it was the familiar monthly wave of PMS that had hit her hard this time. She felt miserable, craving chocolate, comfort, and cuddles, but it seemed like the world was too busy to notice.
Her phone buzzed with a notification, but she ignored it, letting the tears spill over as she buried her face in her arms. The bathroom was her sanctuary, but today, it felt more like a prison. She wanted Travis—his warmth, his reassuring words, his presence—but right now, she just felt isolated.
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Meanwhile, in the other room, Travis finally finished his work and stretched his arms overhead, letting out a sigh of relief. He glanced around, realizing the house was eerily quiet. "Taylor?" he called out, but got no response. A slight worry crept into his mind as he stood up and made his way toward the bathroom.
When he opened the door, his heart dropped at the sight before him. Taylor was curled up on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks, her face buried in her arms. "Oh, babe..." he murmured, rushing to her side and kneeling down.
"Why are you crying?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
"I... I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted, her voice muffled and shaky. "And I wanted chocolate, and... I just wanted you to hold me."
His heart sank as he realized he hadn't been paying attention to her needs, and guilt washed over him. "I'm sorry, Tay. I didn't know you were feeling like this."
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"I know you're busy," she sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I just... I need some comfort."
Travis pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "I'm here. I'm so sorry I didn't notice sooner," he whispered, feeling her tremble against him. "What can I do to help?"
"Just... cuddles and chocolate," she murmured, her voice breaking.
"Okay, I'll get you both," he promised, gently helping her to her feet. "Let's get you settled in bed, and I'll be right back."
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Once Taylor was curled up under the covers, her eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion taking over. Travis took a moment to watch her, his heart heavy with regret for not recognizing her distress earlier. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room.
He grabbed the car keys from the counter and headed for the door. "I'll be back soon, love," he whispered before stepping outside. The night air was cool against his skin, but his heart was warm with determination to make things right.
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As he drove to the store, he made a mental checklist of all the things he needed to get. Chocolate, fuzzy socks, a weighted stuffed animal—anything to bring her comfort. He parked at the nearest grocery store, rushing inside and heading straight for the candy aisle.
He grabbed a few bags of her favorite chocolate—dark chocolate sea salt caramels and milk chocolate-covered almonds—before adding in some fun snacks. Satisfied, he moved to the next aisle, picking up a pair of fuzzy socks and a heatable stuffed animal, hoping they would make her smile.
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Once he finished shopping, he stopped at one of her favorite restaurants and ordered a big box of chicken tenders with her favorite dipping sauces. As he waited for the food, he felt a sense of urgency to get back to her. He just wanted to see her smile again, to know that he could fix this.
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After paying for the food and snacks, he rushed back to the car and drove home, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew he had to be quick; he wanted to surprise her before she woke up.
When he entered the house, he quietly set everything down in the kitchen before tiptoeing into their bedroom. Taylor was still asleep, her soft breaths calming his racing heart. He smiled softly as he knelt beside the bed, reaching out to gently stroke her hair.
"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispered. "I brought you some goodies."
She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open, and a small smile graced her lips as she caught sight of him. "Travis?"
"Yeah, it's me. I've got everything you wanted," he said, excitement bubbling in his chest. "Chocolate, fuzzy socks, and your favorite chicken tenders."
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Taylor's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the treats. "You did all that for me?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.
"Of course. I couldn't stand seeing you so upset," he replied, his heart swelling as she sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "I just want you to feel better."
As she took in the sight of the snacks and the stuffed animal, her heart filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Trav. You didn't have to do all this, but it means the world to me."
"I know, but I wanted to," he said, grinning at her. "Now, let's eat and cuddle. You're going to feel so much better, I promise."
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They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up in bed, the smell of chicken tenders wafting through the air as they shared the food and chocolate. Taylor felt the warmth of his embrace, the weight of her emotions slowly lifting with every bite and every laugh.
As she leaned against him, feeling the love radiating from Travis, she realized that sometimes it was okay to be vulnerable, to ask for what she needed. With him by her side, she knew she could weather any storm.
"Thank you for being my rock," she murmured, her heart full as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Always, Tay. Always," he whispered back, pressing a kiss to her hair, knowing that together, they could handle anything life threw their way.
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