Daylight~ Tayvis Oneshots

It's Not You, It's Me

Sorry for any typos<3

This was a request!🫶

Summary: Travis comes home from a rough day at practice, and Taylor is definitely in a sex mood. He doesn't feel like doing anything, though, but Taylor misreads the signal and gets sad. Travis starts to feel bad and decides to just do it to make her happy; thankfully, nothing happens, and instead, they have an honest talk about it.

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Travis let out a deep sigh as he closed the car door a little too loudly. Today was a rough day at practice, and he was just happy to finally be home.

When Travis got inside the house, it was pretty silent. Usually, Taylor would appear in the doorway to greet him pretty quickly.

And just like clockwork, Taylor appeared in front of him, the beautiful smile that made Travis's day automatically better was here in front of him.

"Hey, baby!" Taylor greeted.

"Hey, Tay," Travis mumbled, an exhausted look resting on his face.

"How was practice?" Taylor asked, raising an eyebrow as she suggestively trailed her hand down his chest.

"Uhm, it was... tiring," Travis replied, not wanting to get into the details.

"Oh, so... how tired are you then?" Taylor asked.

"Uh, I don't know, Tay. Just glad to be home," Travis replied, not really understanding what Taylor was getting at.

"I'm definitely glad that you're home," Taylor said before leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Trash reciprocated the kiss at first until Taylor reached for his belt buckle, attempting to undo it.

"Whoa, Tay," Travis replied, pushing Taylor away in a gesture that felt colder in Taylor's eyes than in Travis's.

Taylor furrowed her eyebrows. "Oh, uh. Yeah, okay."

"I'm just tired. I wanna take a quick shower and watch some TV in bed," Travis exclaimed.

Taylor nodded but didn't say anything else. Travis cleared his throat and stepped past Taylor, beginning his jog up the stairs.

Taylor watched him go until he disappeared. She let out a sigh and glanced around, trying to figure out what to do now. Eventually, she made up her mind and just decided to head upstairs to see if she could watch TV with him.

Travis was already in the shower when she got up there, the pattering of the water being the only noise to occupy the room.

Taylor crawls onto the bed and gets comfortable, flipping on the TV to wait for him.

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Travis wasn't in the shower for super long, but right when he stepped out, he could hear the sound of the TV coming from the bedroom.

He furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed the towel from the counter to run through his hair. He peeked through the slightly cracked door and could see Taylor sitting on the bed, wearing one of his old t-shirts, watching the TV with a saddened expression.

Is she okay? He thought to himself. He then began to go back in his own memory to any occurrence that might have dimmed her mood.

That's when it finally crossed his mind, oh, is she upset that I don't wanna have sex?