Jaylor Oneshots

Finally Back

A/N: imma join the I-don't-live-in-the-U.S.-but-I-still-wanna-support-Taylor-today club

We love you and will always stand by you, Taylor ❤️ #TaylorSwiftIsLovedParty

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Joe's POV

The sound of a door shutting reaches my ears.

But her beautiful voice doesn't.

No "Hey, babe" or "I'm home"—nothing. Just the "click-clack" of high heels on the hardwood floor and the thump of a bag being put down carelessly on the ground. 

When I turn around to look at the state she's in, I catch sight of her eyes glistening with unshed tears and her hunched-over figure. She is a shadow of the cheerful and lively person she normally is, as if her spirit has escaped from her body, leaving the shell of a person she used to be.

"Hi, love," I stand up from the couch and face her, unsure of whether it is one of those days when she wants my comfort, or if it's one of the others when she needs her space. She stops slightly and turns to face me. Her smile that can instantly brighten up anyone's day is evidently absent from her fine face. Her eyes, which are usually a bright blue and sparkle with excitement, now resemble storm clouds right before lightning hits.

Without uttering a single word, she turns back and heads towards our room. I sit back down on the couch, now knowing she needs to be left alone for a while. 

This has been going on for the past few days. For that amount of time, she has barely said anything to anyone. The trial is obviously destroying her from the inside.

I turn on the TV in an attempt to occupy myself. However, I don't really focus much on the show. Instead, my mind wanders to Taylor and how she's doing. 

After about 15 minutes, I decide to check on Taylor. She is sitting on our bed and has her back to the headboard. Her knees are pressed against her chest and her arms are wrapped around her legs. Her chin is rested on her knees and she is staring forward into blank space with beads of salt water ran down her cheeks. Every few seconds, a soft sob can be heard coming from her, each one tearing my heart into smaller and smaller pieces. She looks so broken, smashed into tiny pieces that don't resemble their original form at all. 

She doesn't acknowledge me as I approach her slowly. However, when I sit beside her on the bed, she uncurls herself and wraps her arms around my waist and puts her face in my chest. I hold her delicately, not wanting her to break any further, and rub circles on her back, knowing that calms her down. All she needs right now is for someone to comfort her and let her know that everything will turn out okay.

Eventually, her sobs slow into occasional sniffles and her now silent tears trickle down her face at a slower speed. At this point, my shirt is damp, but I don't care. All I care about in this moment is that this precious girl in my arms knows that I'll always be here for her.

After a little while more of comforting her, I carefully ask, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

I can feel her shaking her head against my chest. Her arms hold me tightly, not showing any sign of letting go any time soon. Realising that we will be here for a while, I turn on the TV in the room and watch Friends reruns with her, knowing that she finds comfort in things that have constantly been there in her ups and downs and still are. 

～～～

After a while of binging Friends, I glance at the clock and realise that it's time for dinner. 

"Are you hungry, Tay?" I ask gently, not wanting to startle her. She shakes her head, not tearing her eyes away from the TV screen.

"When was the last time you ate?" I question, concern lacing my voice. She thinks for a while, then shrugs nonchalantly, still seemingly paying full attention to the show. 

Since, clearly, neither of us are in the mood to cook something or go out for dinner, I leave the room, giving her more time to herself, order some Chinese food and wait for it to arrive.

After I have paid for the food, I walk back into the room. Taylor is in the exact position she was in when I left the room. When she sees the Chinese food boxes, her eyes don't light up like they usually do when I order Chinese food. Instead, her face is completely blank as we dig into our dinner.

After dinner, she suddenly blurts out, "I'm sorry for not talking to you for the past few days. I'm sorry that you have to take care of me because I can't do that myself. You didn't ask for this, you don't deserve this life." Tears are, once again, streaming down her face uncontrollably. I rush to her side, this time holding her tightly, as if trying to hold the remaining pieces of her together. Over and over, even though we see the only two people in the room, I whisper into her ear, "I'll protect you, you'll be okay, I'll make it okay."

After she has calmed down a bit, I push a strand of hair behind her ear, saying, "I don't mind at all, love. I don't mind that you didn't talk to me. I don't mind that I'm taking care of you. I don't mind that you're taking your time with this. I don't mind because you are something worth fighting for. Both of us knew when our relationship started that it isn't going to be easy—there will be undoubtedly many obstacles in our way—but that doesn't have to change anything about us. I'll make sure we'll overcome whatever comes in our way, because you are the woman I love, and nothing will ever change that."

～～～

We both lie on the bed, her back facing mine like it has been for the past week or so. As I start to drift off, I hear rustling on the other side of the bed, but in my half-asleep state, I don't think much about it. Suddenly, her beautiful voice, reaches my ears.

"Thank you."

Immediately, I snap awake and turn around. On her face is a bright, broad smile and her eyes, although they don't capture light, seem to glow in the darkness of the room, instantaneously lighting up my life. I can't help but mirror the smile on her face.

"I love you."

This is the Taylor who's been missing for the past few days.

This is the Taylor who's found her spirit.

This is the Taylor whom I've missed so much.

And this is the Taylor who's finally back.

"I love you too, more than you could ever know."

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A/N: HAPPY 2ND YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF TAYLOR WINNING HER SEXUAL ASSAULT CASE 🎉

Lesson 13: "It's my opinion that in cases of sexual assault, I believe the victim. Coming forward is an agonizing thing to go through. I know because my sexual assault trial was a demoralizing, awful experience. I believe victims because I know firsthand about the shame and stigma that comes with raising your hand and saying "This happened to me." It's something no one would choose for themselves. We speak up because we have to, and out of fear that it could happen to someone else if we don't."

WE LOVE YOU TAYLOR 💓💓💓💓

But on a happier note WE'RE FINALLY IN SINGLE DIGITS OF DAYS TILL LOVER OMGGGGGGGG 

I'm loving all the SS pics they're all so cute 🥰 btw congrats to everyone who went to SS I'm sure y'all all deserve it

I DIDN'T KNOW HOW MUCH I NEEDED HER TEEN CHOICE AWARD SPEECH UNTIL I HEADD IT AND THE TITLE TRACK IS COMING OUT ON FRIDAY AND THE LYRIC THAT WAS IN THE VOGUE ARTICLE AND THE PHOTOSHOOT FOR THE ARTICLE IS JUST- SKSKJSKS 

Can we just talk about how Twitter went from #TaylorSwiftIsOverParty to #TaylorSwiftIsLovedParty in just a little more than 3 years? Speaking of Twitter, I CAN'T BELIEVE WE FINALLY HAVE FOOTAGE OF DRUNK TAYLOR AND TAYLOR SAYING "FUCK" YASSS

I wasn't really on wattpad for the past two weeks I think because I had something going on sorry. And also because I'm sick and feel like death 

THANKS SO MUCH FOR 450 READS I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH

I don't have anything else to say so...bye

-xyz 💵