𝓡𝓲𝓼𝓴 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 💛

You weren't sure what on earth possessed you.

You'd always had a major crush on Taylor Alison Swify. So when you won a giveaway for cheifs game, you knew she would be there as Travis Kelce's partner.

Maybe it was the beer, maybe not... Maybe you'd just been looking for an exyse to show your interest in the blonde, maybe you'd been quietly praying to any deity ever for a chance to sink your teeth into her sweet flesh. And it didnt hurt that Taylor's partner was this 6'4 hunk of a man, bearded, with hunter eyes... Travis was by no means a twink, that man towered over almost everyone he came into contact with, weighty and musculae, he was the image of testosterone and safety. You’d spoken to him a few times in passing and he was surprisingly kind, always willing to answer questions and patient towards Taylor’s many fans who had indubitably flocked to him like a sort of father figure.

But you? You were not looking at him like you wanted someone to guide you. You looked at him like a man who could handle you. Like a real fucking man, whose strength was enough to endure you. Most guys hands barely applied pressure when they touched you, the familiar firmness you needed barely seeping your flesh and the curves of your skin thst gave you the form you prided yourself on, truthfully you were like a modern day Venus of Botticelli.

When you attended the game, it was easy to get a few words in with Taylor. Easier still to wrap your lips around the straw of your drink with deliberate slowness, crossing your legs in a manner that highlighted your thighs, their jiggle was natural and also seemed like an embrace that made the blonde starlet gulp. You spoke to her of music, you told her about how long you’d been a fan of hers. Of her music. Of her interviews. How her mind was fascinating to you.

Taylor would never admit it to you, but she was in fact, not paying attention. Her eyes kept darting over the way your clothes hugged you, highlighting your size. You looked like someone she would love to have on top of her, heaven knew she liked the way it made her feel small, delicate even. It was part of what drew her to Travis, and now, also to you, except where Travis was all sharp edges and roughness, you were smooth and supple to the touch, addicting, under her fingertips.

Travis?

Oh Travis.

That was easier. Even more so. You scratched his beard, while asking for an autograph. Getting on tiptoes to reach him, leaning forward so you had an excuse to cling to his chest as to not “lose balance”, which conveniently gave him a excuse to peek at your cleavage. Another great perk of being plus size was this, the way the fat of your body made your breasts voluminous and made your femininity even more noticeable. His hand was big, and when he gripped your hip, it covered a big chunk of you, all the way to part of your back. It made you giggle.

“Such a purdy little thing. But you are playing with fire girl.” He purred, his voice lis and dumbly on his large rib cage.

“Oh I’m aware.” You spoke before pulling away from him, swaying hips and walking away with a smirk, back to Taylor, back to the aquarium, up above to watch… sometimes you’d lean forward, glancing at the game, dress hiking up when you hinged your hips too far ahead.leaving a bit of your lace underwear to peek. and Taylor, bless her heart, peeked. Next thing you caught was her reflection licking her lips thst were covered in her signature red lipstick.

“You look like you need a drink” you told her, raising an eyebrow to her.

“Do I?” Taylor murmured, her voice oddly sing-song-y.

“Hmhmmm… ya seem awful thirsty, Blondie.” You murmured holding a single lock of her blonde hair between your fingers. To which you heard Taylor whisper to you that she indeed was thirsty. But you were gone before she could do anything, under the pretense of going to fetch a drink for yourself.

Over the course of the game uou kept doing these kinds of thing. Throwing a bait and then switching at the pst minute, it gave you an odd sense of thrill to exert such a power over the world biggest pop star and rhe face of rhe NFL..

“Alright, thats it.” You felt it in your bones before your ears processed it. Travis’ tone one of warning, and then his steps, large strides that cut through the space In record time. Taylor walking beside him calmly. His strong armes snaked around you ss he flung you up and over his shoulder like you weighted barely anything.

You squeaked. Of course you did. Who wouldn’t?

Taylor chuckled, but did nothing to stop this, blue eyes twinkling under the stadium lights.

“You thought you genuinely wouldn’t have any consequences for this?” She inquired, her tone honeyed.

“I was just playing- nothing wrong with s little teasing?” You tried to reason with them.

“Hmhmmm… sure. But now you got us both needy. That’s unfair, love. You wouldn’t be that mean would you?” Taylor’s tongue flicked against her lip, and next thing you knew she was tugging her dress up, exposing herself. To your surprise she had not been wearing anything underneath her black sequin dress. Her folds were slick with wetness, is out, clear and inviting, slippery. You reached forward to touch her, nearly slipping from Travis shoulders in the process.

“Oh, you wanna touch her, baby girl?” Travis queried.

Your nodding ss frantic, s urgent rhythmic sequence of nods before your ears processed were removed from his shoulders, hands gripping at your thighs with the precision of a man that was used to rough handling things much bigger than you, he your ankles locked behind his neck, leaving your face parallel with his crotch and arms free to touch Taylor. Your nose grazed his junk, and you undid his belt buckle, taking in the scent of his oubes and even his sweat. He was musky in a way that made heat pool low inside you. You freed his cock from the confines of his cottton underwear and salivated instantly at the sight of the head. Pink, veiny, salty - you could only assume. You licked at the tip starting to engulf him, like he was your own personal treat for being a snack yourself.

If someone had told you, a day ago, that you’d be upside down sucking the cock of one of the Kelce brothers, while your index snd pointer finger was buried deep inside of Taylor, in insistent “come hither” motions, tickling and rubbing her G spot until she was panting, wiggling and grunting, rutting against you like a woman possessed by sheer lust, you’d have told them they were crazy, but that is precisely what you were doing now. Taylor’s interior felt warm, slight ridges on her walls made your fingers go deeper, inviting you to claim her… your could feel the way she clenched and relaxed, pushing you to please her u til the contractions became more frequent and faster.

And to call out your name like a lascivious prayer. Travis too, ss if seeing Taylor cum tipped him off, suddenly bucked his hips wildly, spilling down your throat like a man who’d never tasted anything better. After his orgasm, he was a panting mess, this mountain of a man reduced to a trembling mess, cock throbbing in aborted little twitches aga8nst your lips before he pulled his cock out of your mouth fully. He flipped you back straight up, and put you on the floor, checking if you were okay.

Then next thing he did, once he ensured you were feeling ok, he grabbed a small card handing it to you. His address.

“Come by later. Me and Tay we’ll take care of you Angel.”

And he kissed your face. Taylor herself slapping your ass in a surprisingly bold motion, possessive.

You could have sworn you’d just seen an Angel. The way her hair was sprawled all across the pillow, face burrowed against the pillowed, hip slightly elevated aint her leg perched atop a body pillow.She was slightly snoring, pieces of compositions unfinished laying scattered all across the bed next to her, a pen still half clutched between her fingertips. She looked like she had been working really hard for this album, and she had.

Heaven knows Gracie was the type to get in these extreme focus states, forgetting to eat, to go to the. With room. She would then later conk out. A scene you’d seen one too many times, her big brown eyes becoming watery and the way she could cling to you, suddenly struggling to maintain her focus, soft spoken, needing you to ground her before her mind drifted off to dreamland. She had. Slight pout as she slept. You thought about waking her truly, you did, it was time to eat, tu she was sound asleep, looking like she needed the rest. Her little sleepy sounds made your heart flutter behind your rib cage like it suddenly remembered this was her. Your girlfriend. The woman you loved. This sleepy being was yours.

You crouched down next tot he bed caressing her hair and planted a kiss to her forehead, she felt warm, soft… like a piece of sunshine you got to keep. She let out a small groan, fingers coiling around your waist as she pulled you in to the bed prompting a small yip to leave you. You didn’t protest as she landed you flush against her chest, barely opening a sliver of her eyelid whites peeking through, so she could meet your gaze.

“Not yet…. I want to sleep” she mumbled, voice hoarse, dragged out of her with great effort.

“You slept for hours already” Your words came out with no judgement, just s observation, tender and followed by a multitude of kisses across her face like peppering affection against her.

“Nnngh,,, just a lil more. I want my cuddle Buddy”

“Cuddle Buddy? Is that what I am now?” You laughed raking fingers along her hair carefully, nail grazing her scalp in a rhythmic manner that was meant to relax her, help her regain the energy she poured into her music for the people all over the world.

“Hmph… nap partner. Cuddle Buddy. My little rain cloud”

“Rain cloud?” Your laugh came out louder this time, unprompted, a immediate gut reaction to her half asleep nonsense. “God you’re lucky you’re cute, Abrams.”

“Tired…” she murmured, nuzzling the curve of your neck, that tender spot where the shoulder and the neck met, her nose grazing the tendons, planting gentle puckered-lip kisses against you in reciprocation of your affection.

“I know…” You glanced at the clock on the wall… there was t8me. It was half cold, autumn air chilly and crisp. It was a good weather for cuddles. And you never would say no to holding her anyways, so… “fine. We can nap, I guess. Imma set a timer…”

To surprise she smacked the phone off your hand. You laughed, historically, startled.

“What the hell, G?”

“eep.” She demanded, arms to spoon you.

“okay okay okay. Geez you’re grumpy.” You laid in front of her, she wrapped arms around you possessively and familiar, her scent enveloping you in a way you’d grown used to, that made the world boil down to just you two between these four walls, weenie asleep by the foot of the bed, and the distant click-clack of the clocks arms moving….

Maybe you didn’t need to set an alarm.

No one needed to know anything just you and her.

And hours in each others arms.

As your eyes grew heavier you leaned into her, before fully surrendering to sleep. As for Gracie she’d crashed almost immediately after you began to spoon her. Weenie jumped up to the bed, laying at the feet of both you and Gracie, wanting to be included.

You never imagined yourself to be in a scenario like this one… shoved in a small camping tent with a world famous singer songwriter, like you were two normal people. The constant pitter patter of raindrops on the material of the tent was a background sound that made your heart relax, but it was Gracie’s soft laughter as she described how she never would have camped out to get front stage if she had come alone. That small laugh, showing her smile, with the tooth gap and the way her brown eyes fluttered half lidded that made you completely melt.

You weren’t even the kind to attend Coachella. It always came across as very hipster adjacent to you. But with this beautiful woman next to you, hell. You’d have attended anything she told you to, burning man? Coachella? Lollapalooza. Reading festival. All it would take was a single word from her. The two of you had snacks. Granola bars, water bottles. You both had your tickets both in digital form and printed as well as the bracelets. You wouldn’t risk not getting in.

“You look bored.” Gracie teased, gently judging you awake from your acidental nap.

“Oh come on I am not.” You said defensively, cheeks flushing

“It’s fine if you are! We have been here for over 18 hours. I am bored too. But hey, gates will open soon. We can rush after” Gracie state calmly ad leaned closer, forehead pressed against yours…

“Wanna play something? I dunno. Two truths one lie?” You suggested meekly

“Seriously? Two truths one lie? What is this, a college dorm?”she shook her head, laughing, the most warm giggle from the bottom of her stomach that made you feel your heart do flips.

“Laaame” you tried to reason,offering her a whole array of reasons why this was the perfect way to pass time

“Next up you will tell me you wanna spin the bottle.” Gracie pushed back, teasing you again. Which immediately prompted your entire face to turn a deep burning red shade of crimson.

You looked away from her, for once,too nervous to sustain the gaze of those beautiful doe eyes.

“D-don’t be ridiculous..l there is only you and me.. if we spin the..the bottle. It’s just be you and I having to kiss.”you explained in a haste

Noticing your nervousness Gracie paused the teasing. She leaned closer, gently grabbing a stick of glitter and beginning to apply to your cheekbone, blending it with your make up. The flustered was of your face made the glitter more prominent. Gracie began to touch up any places your make up had smudged, her face right there in front of yours, so much so your breaths were mingling.

The air inside the tent felt alive with static and something unnamed.

“Thanks for coming with me….” You whispered. The voice sounding soft, small… intimate.

Gracie then laid back down, observing you, when a guy, staff from the place banged the side of the tent and mumbled how he was opening the gates. You both got up and out beginning to disassemble it all into a backpack to attend the festival which took altogether twenty minutes.

You both entered, holding hands. Her palms felt warm, the lines of her hand seeming to match yours like a map you somehow had grown to know by heart. Your eyes closed momentarily before you turned your head, sunlight catching in Gracie’s bob. You didn’t mean to stare but stare you did as you both made your way to the front the stage where the artist you both wanted to see would be performing. This was awesome.

“I’ll go grab us something. Maybe an icecream? It’s hot.” You told her.

She nodded and stated clearly she would be waiting for you and saving your spot. The crowd was starting to fill in gradually. When you returned to Gracie you had bought one icecream for her, but she still kept stealing some of yours. Briefly you pressed the icecream to her nose leaving it white from the vanilla. She laughed, letting out a exasperated yelp and mumbling about it being cold.

“”There is icecream on your chin, G…”

“Oh? Can you get it for me?”

“Course.” You offered, and leaned forward to wipe it using your thumb, only for her to nip on your finger. You withdrew your finger. She joked about wanting you to clean it with a kiss.

“Needy much, Abrams?” You jested, rolling eyes, but leaning forward to kiss her chin clean of the dripped icecream.

“Oh shut up” She closed her eyes momentarily. When your lips touched her skin, she moved so you collapsed your mouth against hers. You were startled, obviously but.l. Her lips felt so soft. The taste of her lipgloss,… fuck.

E you could fully catch up to your brain, your mouth was moving, pulling her close. That exact minute the band got on stage, beginning their first song. Your entire body got shivers, hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

“Gracie… we..” You stammered, half unsure of what to say.

“I know. It doesn’t need to have a name, but… I do care about you. Can we..l can this be something? Us?” Gracie inquired, brown eyes latching onto you.

You paused, pondering her question. The silence stretched, muffled by the band playing, their guitars preventing the silence between you two from feeling tense.

“God. Not trying scares me more….” You answered finally

“Wait, what? So you are going to…?” Gracie reiterated

“Yeah… I wasn’t… planning on dating. But… then you happened. Fucking hell Gracie..” You whispered against her ears

“Are you seriously quoting my lyrics now?” She could not help but notice what you did.

“What? I thought it would be cute?” You blurted out

“it was.now.. let’s enjoy this okay?”

Thank god for your girlfriend.

She knew you enough to know when something was wrong. And she gave a fuck.

Not that tonight was discreet. You went from wide eyed and bushy-tailed bouncing with energy to a nervous wreck barely hearing a word she said. Your whole body coiled up with tension and stiffened like a visceral response you’d had a billion times before. Your heart was too aware of the sounds which mingled in the background for everyone else. You tried nodding, you even smiled at Billie not wanting her to think you you were not paying attention to her when you were. You were trying so hard to let her words in but your brain seemed to be preparing itself to kill a lion. Your muscles felt loaded and ready to release a huge burst of energy. You could easily run a thousand miles right now. Or maybe actually kill a lion.

“Y/N? Baby? Look at me”

She tried to gently coax you into a response, however small but your ears felt… it felt like your ears werhe underwater. You could see her talk , her lips moving. But you couldn’t understand the words. When you were a kid you used to play a game, diving under the water or the pool and trying to guess what your friend outside was saying. And right now, you were doing the same, brute forcing your mind to pick up on any phonetic cues that could hint at whatever it was Billie could be saying.

The source of all this? A couple some tables down from you both, who had gotten into an argument. At first it didn’t seem like a big deal. But as the girl’s voice began to echo louder with the guy repeating himself, the side of his hand slamming into the table to drive a point home, it began to feel hard to breathe. As the guy began to shout the girl stood up, grabbing at his arm trying to get to stop him from leaving. He wasn’t listening. And she made sure to say he wasn’t listening. He paused and they talked for a moment. Before he began to get frustrated at her insistence and was soon screaming as he tried to storm out.

Your stomach dropped, you felt nauseous. Nononono. No. No.

You lips trembled, you wanted to say something, anything.

But it wasn’t your business was it? It wasn’t your business back then when it was mom and dad going at each others throats tearing each others to bits. Wasn’t your business when your adult mom threw herself at your arm shit talking dad for leaving. Wasn’t your business when dad up and left and you only began to get to see him in predetermined dates agreed upon with a lawyer. Wasn’t your business with this young couple. They weren’t married as far as you knew but the exact pattern was all so familiar, painfully so. The way she was too scared to let him go. The way he felt claustrophobic with her incessant demands and expectations. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had cheated because some other girl let him breathe and thought he was funny for the things his girlfriend called him immature and selfish.

“No please.. not again” was all you managed to stammer out, your voice small and cracking. Breathe in and out. Your heart was beating hard harder.. harder. Fast. Fast. Faster. Faster. Every inhale felt like fire on your chest and not enough as you gasped, your diaphragm trembling like a choked up child. You were exactly the same now as you had been all those years again. The words of the couple and the fight of your parents seemed to merge into one nightmarish hellscape. You couldn’t function..

Your girlfriend luckily could tell trying to talk it out wouldn’t solve it. Not yet at least. She paid the bill, finished her mock tail and took your hand pulling you out of the restaurant once you were away from the couple she hugged you tightly. Her arms wrapped around you like a blanket covering your trembling form. Her doughy curves felt soft under your grip like hugging your favorite teddy while blaring your favorite bands in an excruciatingly loud volume on your headphones to drown out any sounds of reality. The reality that you so feared. Everyone falls out of love eventually.

“Why? Why is it always like this…”

“Hey hey hey.. nonono. No. Not us.” Billie retorted rapidly, her hand caressing your knuckles. She didn’t let go of the hug, your body was trembling but each shake was smaller than the previous. “Not us”.

“Billie I don’t want to stop loving you… I love you. But everyone falls o-“

your words were cut off by the pressing of her lips against yours. It wasn’t a bruising kiss. It was gentle like a rose petal grazing your skin slowly… it forced you to stop fueling the anxious thoughts and focus on reciprocating the kiss a small task you had done so many times by now was muscle memory… she then broke the kiss, and her fingers ran along your jaw.

“Get it in through your skull baby. Not us. We will not fall out of love. Not now. Not ever. Not us. Not ever. Okay. Say it with me.”

“We will n-not…”

“Not us, not ever.” She repeated…. Her blue eyes met yours and she leaned forward pressing her forehead on yours.

“Not us…” you whispered against her lips… “not ever…”

“Never.”

You seriously would have thought aftet years in the showbiz you would have grown thicker skin. That the relentless criticisms would roll off your back or be amusing by now. Why would you care if some who decided to talk shit behind a computer screem on their mama's basement? You were a superstar! You had the world at your fingertips since you sold your soul, and now Taylor...

Taylor.

Of all the demons in the other realm, you made your pact with one of the most powerful and beautiful ones. What was supposed to be a simple give me your soul and I’ll make you famous deal became so much more as she began to sort of manage your career. She grew attached. And so did you.

And to be fair, you did manage to ignore most of the hate. You were a celebrity so criticism from normal folks didn’t matter much. But when it was another singer... dissing you? Your impostor syndrome kicked you to the curb.

So when you came home after a show of your most recent tour, trembling, gasping for air, talking about how you shouldn’t be famous and you were average at best, Taylor knew. She just knew you were triggered. Some prick using your name for clickbait was enough to get in your head.

You were too precious for this world. For this sick twisted industry. Always showing grace to people who didn't deserve it. Always forgiving, always complimenting people who were rude to you.

Who were they to touch her protegeé?

It was infuriating. As you flung yourself in her arms, whimpering and stammering out incoherent choked out babbles about not knowing what you did wrong, about how maybe you shouldn’t even be in the music scene? This was unnaceptable.

She ran her slender fingers along your locks, holding you flush against her protectively. This wouldn't stand.

She told you patiently to await her and then she disappeared into the shadows. A quick shadow travel and she was in the mansion of that jerk. He was lounging in fancy robes, drinking champagne... she pushed some vases onto the floor shattering them and arranged the shards vaguely to resemble his name.

The guy called out to ask if anyone was there... no one answered. He had his staff check the house but no. Nothing... he could feel eyes on him and he began to think maybe he drank too much.

She kept going from shadow to shadow making the guy check over his shoulder and stare at corners... he tried to go to the kitchen and grab a knife as he felt unsafe but it was easy for taylor to drop the knife out of his hands with a woosh, making it hit the mirror and crack it.

"What the..."

Only after making sure the guy was absolutely scared shitless, at the unexplicable things happening, and genuinely questioning his sanity did she show herself. Walking over to him, her steps soundless. She took the knife and unstuck it from the now broken mirror, running the blade against his cheek.

"You think its funny? Mocking a singer less than half your age"

The dude gulped. He didn’t dare move. He knew when he was in danger. It wouldn’t be the fiest time he got threatened.

"I.. is this about y/n..?"

"And who else would it be about?" Taylor’s tone was lowly and menacing. She almost growled the words but her lips had a gracious smirk. Her blue eyes were darkening slowly until they became fully blackened both in the iris and sclera, and the horns sprung from the top of her head curling backwards like that of a goat..

"I.. what the fuck-"

"Yeah. What the fuck indeed.." She spun the knife between her fingers, eyeing that singer, and lowering the knife from his cheek to his throat, slowly... pressing the tip of the blade against his windpipe hard enough it began to dig in and cause a burning sensation.... She could easily hurt him and he knew it... then suddenly Taylor could feel the acrid scent of urine and she looked down to see a golden pool of warm fluid underneath the guy.

"Really?" Was the word she said. She then rolled her blackened eyes and swung a hard punch at his jaw throwing him onto the floor. She was 5'11. Taller than him. So when his face hit the cold marble it was easy to get on top of him and plummet her fists into his face hard, making her hands and arm get covered in blood.

He yelped and groaned, crying for mercy. Which he did eventually get. But not before she opened a cut on his cheek. A warning.

"Next time you mess with Y/N. There won’t be a next time."

He nodded, crying on the floor in fetal position. She took the knife and then returned to her home... back to you. Still covered in blood, she approached you..

"It’s been dealt with, my sweet.."

Taylor whispered. She hardly ever showed her demonic form to you. Surprised you traced your fingers along the horns, making her shudder...

"You.. are bleeding?" You asked referring to the blood on her hands.

"No baby. It’s not mine. That guy won’t bother you..."

Your eyes widened and you gently lifted one of her hands up, guiding it to your face... you weren’t sure why but there was somehing so visceral about knowing she beat up a man for hurting you.. it set something ablaze inside you.

Instinctively your tongue darted out and you began to lap away at the bloodied fingers of your demonic lover. The tangy iron-fueled humor hit your tongue and Taylor gasped. Her other blood covered hand grabbed at your neck, smearing the scarlet liquid over your skin and elliciting a moan out of you.

"Baby..."

"...can i take care of you?" You asked, ever so softly. Your tone calm, soothing.

She knew it, she was too weak to you... she could never say no; not in a million years, not when you ask like this...

"Baby." She whispered, her tone feminine and needy as she consented.

You dropped to your knees, taking her pants of to unveil a throbbing cock. It was quite proportional with the rest of her. She was a tall woman after all.

You leaned forward planting a kiss on the tip of the erection, and taylor's eyes softened. Even if they were still pitch black, you could see how they seemed to grow gentler... she didn’t understand how you could be so loving towards a creature of darkness like herself.

Your lips parted taking in the stiffness of her length and then they closed around it. Your tongue covered your teeth preventing you from hurting her. You knew just how to please her. Your hands cupped the balls massaging them tenderly and vey carefully along with her perineum.

Taylor moaned, jerking her hips and throwing her head back... god. You were too good... your mouth felt warm and so wet. But her moans grew the loudest when you let your jaw drop and opened your throat wide, guiding her into a deep throat. She grabbed at your hair and began to hump your face, whining and calling your name in desperate pleas.

Your hands gripped at her hips and thigh for balance as your mouth got fucked. You just wanted to please her, whatever the cost. She just wanted to keep you safe and happy whatever the cost. It worked...

Eventually you pulled your head back and stroked her hardened length while sucking at the glans. Wasn’t long until you saw Taylor's face shifting to a more humane appearance as she trembled, tugging at your hair, her beautiful, womanly voice escaping her as she reached the heights of her orgasm, flooding your mouth with hot thick spurts of creamy sperm in large sums. How long had she been holding all that in?

You gasped and coughed a little as some of it hit your throat but you quickly swallowed and then opened your mouth wide to show her you did it.

Taylor leaned down and smiled.

"I love you.. y/n... i don’t think i am just your demon anymore..."

"I hope you aren’t... i.. want more from us"

You were taken aback when she held your chin and kissed you, clawed fingers caressing your cheek being extra careful to not draw a mere drop of your blood.

She would never hurt you.

"I am yours, Y/N... whatever that means for us. I am yours."

You had not even realized it begun. It was just one of those days where nothing major happened to lead to this moment. No big fights, screaming, no violence, no arguments... no. The day just felt wrongfrom the moment you woke and tried to set foot out of the mattress.

You tripped. Not badly, but you did lose balance and it scared you a little. Your heart raced and a deep geunt escaped you, a more hippie peeson would have told you to not curse, to mentalize positive things. But the minute you woke you just knew today was not going to be a good day. Murphy's law ans all that.

And it truly wasn't a great day. Every minor nuisance kept piling up. From running out of butter before you ate all the bread, running out of soda, and no instant ramen. Feeling sluggish and like every chore however small required heaps of energy which you just did not have.

You were huffing and sighing so much in frustration throughout the day that you just didn't realize when the huffs became repetitive. The way your lungs seemed to not be filling up with air fully and forced you to inhale again just to let out another shaky exhale, eyes brimming with tears and your throat felt tight.

Nothing happened. You almoat hated yourself for wanting to cry because there was "no reason". But you were trembling. You hated these days. You felt so... vulnerable.

You sat on the floor hugging your knee. A collection of trusty sad aongs playing in your headset, your favorite tune by Reneé Rapp playing on loop as you tried to tune out the ungodly sensation of creeping fear in your stomach. And sitring on the flooe slowly turned into laying on the floor. Stomach down, cheek pressed to the cold tiles...

The drop was brutal, from your usual bright bubboy self to this crumbled mess on the floor unable to control your own breathing. You whispered a quick command to the assistant of your phone to call your emergency contact, which the assistant did immediately.

"Baby?" You heard your girlfriend's voice echoing through the speaker. There was so much thunder outside... your head hurt from trying and failing to force yourself to not cry.

"..." There was no answer from you. Only little sniffles and gasps for air.

"Baby is everything okay...?" Reneé calles softly trying to gauge the severity of the situation. She knew she was your emergency contact. And she would gladly drop everything however big ot small to come to your aid.

"Fine.. i- i just- sorry- i"

Your voice cracked and faded into a hareoy aurible whisper.

"Sssh. Ssh. You're okay baby. No need to say sorry. Just stay put and share youe location."

Reneé's voice was firm and also tender, it felt like a balm for your racing mind. A quick push on a few parts of your phone and she had your real time location. She excused herself quickly making arrangements to get herself out of her next appointments and scheduled plans for the day.

You were more important.

Rapidly the singer got in her car, directing the driver on the way to your place. She also stated very firmly that this was urgent and he was supposed to take shortcuts. Get her to your address as quick as possible. Which he heard. And did.

As soon as she got there she rabbed the spare key and bolted into your place... she called for you and eventually found youe shaking form in the floor, by now, fully hidden under the bed...

"Hey baby... Floor time?" She asked. Her tine had no judgement.

You nodred, oetting out an exhale. For some rrason under your bed always was your favorite place when anxious. It was maybe a trace memory of your childhood. You weren't sure. Reneé laid down on the floor and wiggled herself closer to you.

"May i touch you?" She asked, waiting for your response. When you nodded she began to caress your hair... youclosed your eyes leaning your head into her hand.

"Do you want advice, distraction or comfort?" She asked, hee voice calm, but steady to help center you.

You signaled the number three as if to say thirs option. Comfort. So she pulled you to rest your head on her chest.

The steady thumps of her heartbeat felt so... familiar. To fill the noise she began ro tell you about her latest song ideas... you let her speak and it made youe mind busy... her worda became a soothing background noise.. you hugged her waist with your shaky hands and Reneé could feel the way they slowly grew stable and latcyed to her without quivering.

Sometimes she would say something so completely unrelated,or run iver her own speech so it sounded odd. Yiu began to chuckle... before you knew it, you were almist okay. Reneé excused herself and came back with yor medication.

"Here baby. I'll grab water. Take it. You will feel better. I got you." She said, and left retuening shortly with a glass full of water for you to drink.her eyes oanded in you ensuring you actually took the medication...

"Ready to move out from under the bed?"

"I..."

"We can maybe lay on the bed rather than under? I can put some ghibli?"

You nodded. She smiled and helped you out fromuneer the bed. She then grabbes you by the waist and placed you on top of the mattress and caressed your cheek.

"There we go..." she kissed your forehead and then lais down beside yiu putting on the movir to play... you didnt get to finish watching it because as the anxiety left you and the meds kicked in you fell asleep in the safety of your girlfriend's arms.

"I-is that-" you gasped, when you sucked , eyes closed as you felt the warm fluid filling your mouth, it felt thick, creamy almost, but also, somewhat sweet... you peeked your tongue out from your lips noticing the whiteness coating it and you just knew what had happened. "Yeah... small side effect from my birth control... you know you can spit if you want right..?" You licked your lips, and to her surprise, you threw your head back swallowing before opening your mouth wide to reveal you'd guzzled down every last drop of her breastmilk...