A/N: screw the people that made those AI photos i hope they rot in jail 🫶🏼
this one is very dialogue heavy but I didn't realize it until I was done and i don't rly want to rewrite it so i'm sorry in advance lol
enjoy!
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taylor pov
"Hey Tay! How are you? Are you okay?" Travis asks me when I answer his facetime.
I'm a little confused why he's calling me, I know he has practice today and he never calls me at this time, but I decide not to bring it up and just answer his question.
"Yeah i'm good... why wouldn't I be?"
"No reason, just checking on you. I'll be home around 4." He tells me.
"Okay. I love you, Trav."
"Love you too baby girl. See you tonight."
We hang up the phone and I go about my day. I spend a few hours working on songs, and eventually decide I have one I want produced. I pick up my phone to call Jack, but as i'm clicking on his contact, another familiar name pops up. Tree Paine. She knows I don't want to talk about work and management stuff today, so honestly, I have no clue why she's calling.
"Hey..?" I say as I answer the phone, but it comes out like more of a question.
"Hey Taylor. Have you seen the news today?" This question is one that sends me into a slight panic, but I manage to keep myself together for the time being.
"What? No. Why?" I ask her.
"Check Twitter. There's AI photos of you all over the internet. I'm working to get them taken down but they're literally everywhere."
I put Tree on speaker and switch over to the Twitter app. Just as she said, they're everywhere. Practically every photo on my timeline is a fake one of myself at a football game.
"What the f-fuck?" I manage to get out, my voice cracking as I talk.
"I know. It's crazy. I have the whole team working to get them taken down. We're most likely going to sue as well."
"Okay." I tell her. "Thank you, Tree."
"Of course. I have it under control, Taylor. Don't stress about it, okay? I just wanted you to know what's going on."
"Yeah. Okay. Thanks. Bye, Tree."
I know I'm giving her dry responses, but I can't seem to form full sentences right now.
I try to finish the song i'm working on but I can't focus on anything but those damn AI photos. What kind of person would make photos like that?
When my thoughts start to spiral and I begin to panic, I reach for my phone and call the only person I can think of. Travis. It's almost 3:30 so he's probably done with football anyway.
I put a fake smile on my face and look up at the ceiling to try and stop my watering eyes. Once I look presentable enough, I press the facetime button on Travis' contact.
It rings a couple times before he picks up.
"Hi Travis." I say when I see his face pop up on the screen.
"Hi baby girl."
I start tearing up again the second I hear his voice, and he definitely notices.
"You saw, didn't you..."
"Yeah." I whisper.
"I'll be home soon. I'm leaving football right now. I love you, princess. It'll all be okay, I promise. I'll kill someone if I have to." He says, half-joking.
I sit in the silence of my music room waiting for Travis to get home. When he finally does, he finds me sitting on the floor and immediately wraps me in his arms. For a split second, I feel safe. Content. Happy.
When he lets me go, though, my mind starts to spin again. What if people think those are real? What if I get cancelled again for something that's literally fake? I'm trying to stay strong, but a tear slips from my eye at the thought of being internationally hated... again.
Travis notices i'm crying and wipes the tears from my face. He walks me over to the bed and we lay there in each others arms for a few minutes before he says something.
"I'm sorry they did that to you baby. You don't deserve to be treated like that. No one does. Those pictures are so wrong. SO wrong."
I stay silent, not knowing what to say.
"Are you hungry? I can bring you some dinner in bed. And we can cuddle and watch a movie. Sound good?" He asks me.
I nod against his chest and he goes to the kitchen, I assume to make us food.
He isn't gone long, though. He brought me my favorite meal. Chicken tenders, fries, and a diet coke. He also has some sort of concoction for himself. I don't know what it is he's eating, and honestly, I don't think I want to know. It looks horrible.
He notices me staring at his plate and laughs. "It's some protein meal. We have to follow protein and calorie guidelines for football now. It's crazy." He tells me.
Travis turns on a movie he knows I love and we watch it together while we eat. I'm still upset about the AI pictures, but this is definitely a nice distraction.
When the movie is over, Travis lets me cuddle into him and turns the light off as we fall asleep wrapped in each other's embraces.
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A/N: i just went through the great war trying to kill a spider in my bathroom. pls send help.
those of you that like spice are in for a real treat later btw
and as always... requests are very welcome!!
