tayvis one shots

drunk taylor

tw: vomiting

Taylor had been the life of the party, her infectious laughter ringing out above the thumping bass of the music. The atmosphere was electric, and she reveled in the attention, moving from group to group, sharing stories and jokes. As the night progressed, she had started with delicate flutes of champagne, but soon, the colorful cocktails began to line up in front of her. Each drink was more vibrant than the last, and with every sip, her inhibitions seemed to melt away.

By the time the clock struck midnight, Taylor was feeling the effects of the alcohol. Her cheeks were flushed, and her movements were becoming more erratic. She twirled around, her hair flying out like a golden halo, and her laughter echoed through the room. But as she reached for yet another drink, her coordination faltered. She stumbled slightly, catching herself against a nearby table, sending a few napkins fluttering to the floor.

Travis, watching from a distance, felt a knot of concern tighten in his stomach. He had been enjoying the party too, but seeing Taylor in this state made him uneasy. He made his way through the crowd, weaving past other partygoers who were equally lost in their revelry. When he reached her, he could see the spark of mischief in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by the haze of intoxication.

"Hey, Taylor," he said, his voice low and steady as he placed a hand on her arm. "I think it's time to call it a night. Let's get you home."

She turned to him, her eyes wide and playful. "Oh, Travis, don't be such a buzzkill! I'm having the best time!" Her words were punctuated by a giggle, but as she tried to take a step forward, her legs didn't cooperate, and she swayed dangerously.

"Let's just get some fresh air, okay?" he suggested, trying to keep his tone light. "If you still want to stay after that, we can come back in."

Taylor pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that was both endearing and concerning. "No! I don't want to go home yet! The night is still so young!" She attempted to walk away, but her feet tangled, and she nearly lost her balance, leaning heavily against him for support.

Travis felt a surge of protectiveness. "Taylor, please. You're going to hurt yourself. Just let me take you home."

She sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes, but there was a hint of weariness in her voice. "Fine, but only for a minute outside. I just need to breathe!"

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the contrast was immediate. The crispness of the evening wrapped around them like a comforting blanket. Taylor shivered slightly, her body instinctively leaning into Travis for warmth. He could feel her tension easing a bit as they stood together, the sounds of the party muffled behind them.

"See? Isn't this nice?" he said softly, hoping the fresh air would help her clear her head. The stars twinkled above, and the moon cast a gentle glow on her features.

Taylor closed her eyes for a moment, letting the cool breeze wash over her. "Yeah, it is. Maybe you're right. Maybe it is time to go home." Her voice was quieter now, the fight in her fading.

Travis smiled, relieved. "Let's get you home then." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her towards the car. As they walked, Taylor leaned her head on his shoulder, her earlier defiance giving way to a sense of comfort. She knew she was in good hands, and that feeling was enough to bring her peace as the night wound down.

As they finally pull into the driveway, Travis can feel the weight of the night settling in. Taylor, clearly overwhelmed, is refusing his help at every turn. "I'm fine, really," she insists, swaying slightly as she tries to steady herself. But Travis knows better; he can see the effects of the alcohol in her eyes, the way her words slur together. He steps in closer, his voice calm and reassuring. "Let's just get you changed and into bed, okay? You'll feel better in the morning."

He carefully guides her into the house, and she leans heavily against him, her resistance fading just a bit. Once inside her room, he helps her sit on the edge of the bed. The familiar space feels foreign to her in this state, and she looks around as if trying to remember where she is. "I don't need to change," she mumbles, but Travis knows she'll feel more comfortable in something loose and soft. He finds her favorite oversized shirt, hoping it will bring her some sense of normalcy.

Just as he's about to help her change, Taylor's face goes pale. In a panic, she suddenly doubles over, and before he can react, she throws up all the alcohol she drank. Travis's heart races as he quickly moves to hold her hair back, his concern washing over him. He murmurs soothing words, trying to keep her calm amidst the chaos. "It's okay, I've got you," he says softly, rubbing her back in gentle circles.

After she finishes, the room is silent except for her heavy breathing. Travis grabs a cool cloth and hands it to her, feeling a mix of worry and helplessness. He knows this isn't how she wanted the night to end, but he's determined to be there for her. "Let's get you cleaned up," he says, his tone gentle yet firm. He helps her to the bathroom, ensuring she feels supported every step of the way.

Once she's finished, they make their way back to her room. Travis pulls back the covers, encouraging her to lie down. She hesitates for a moment, then finally relents, collapsing onto the bed. He tucks her in, making sure she's warm and cozy, and sits on the edge, watching over her. "Just breathe," he tells her softly, knowing that she needs time to recover from the night.

Before he can relax, Travis knows he has to clean up the mess. He heads back to the bathroom, grabbing some paper towels and cleaning supplies. With a heavy heart, he cleans the floor, trying to be quick and efficient so he can return to Taylor. Once he's done, he washes his hands and heads back to her room.

Seeing her lying there, he feels a rush of affection. He climbs into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you, Taylor," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're going to be okay. I'm here for you." As she snuggles closer, he holds her tightly, letting her know that she's safe and loved. They lie together in the quiet, his heart full as he keeps watch over her, grateful to be there in her time of need.