Daylight~ Tayvis Oneshots

Bad Omens

Sorry for any typos<3

This wasn't a request, but I've had the idea for a while:)

Summary: Taylor and Travis have a very on-again, off-again relationship. It's clear that the relationship is hurting both of them, but no matter what, they just can't let each other go.

Trigger Warnings: Arguing, VERY slight smut. Barely any but I just figured I'd put it on here just in case.

*votes and comments are appreciated*

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Travis let out a huff, running his hand through his hair.

Across from him stood a tall blonde with her hand on her hip and anger in her ocean blue eyes.

"You're acting fucking ridiculous." Travis sighed.

Taylor rolled her eyes. "I'm not the one letting other people get up all over me when I'm taken!" Taylor replied with snark.

"I wasn't letting her do anything, Tay! You're just insecure and jealous!" Travis retorted.

"Fuck you, Travis!" Taylor exclaimed.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Travis smirked in that way that just pissed Taylor off more.

"God, I hate you so much right now," Taylor scowled.

"I'm not very fond of you either," Travis replied. "You always have to start a fight over every single goddamn thing. I'm fucking sick of it!"

"Maybe if you didn't let every girl you see hit on you and everything, then I wouldn't have anything to start a fight over!" Taylor remarked.

"For the millionth fucking time, I did not let anyone do anything! But you're just so obsessed with this idea of acting like a righteous brat that your heads are too far up your ass to see that I only have eyes for you!" Travis argued.

"Well, you have a pretty funny way of fucking showing it." Taylor rolled his eyes.

"I can't do this with you anymore. I'm fucking done. Stay in the guest room or just get the hell out of my house." Travis said.

"I'm not staying in this house with you any longer." Taylor rolled her eyes. "For all I know, you could be waiting for me to leave so you can go pick up another girl and fuck her or something." Taylor turned on her heels and stomped towards the door.

"You're so fucking crazy," Travis argued from his spot next to the couch.

"Go to hell!" Taylor exclaimed, slamming the door closed.

Travis let out a sigh, running his hand through his hair again. "Fuck." He sighed.

This has been a continuous thing for Taylor and Travis since the start. When they were okay and in love together, it was amazing, but when they fought, they fought. You did not want to be anywhere near them when they argued.

Multiple people in the families of both Taylor and Travis have tried to inform them that this relationship... maybe wasn't the best, but neither of them wanted to hear it. No matter how much they fought, the love they had for each other always conquered everything else.

Travis stood still in his place for a few more seconds before turning and heading towards the bedroom to get some sleep. When he crawled into bed, the absence of his girlfriend was palpable immediately. Her space was cold and empty, and no matter how bad the fight was that day, Travis still hated going to sleep without his girlfriend next to him.