Taylor Swift + Comfort Oneshots

In too Deep - Part 1

TW: Eating Disorder talk/themes. No numbers. Read with caution (always here if you need to chat <3)

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As Taylor bid farewell to the cheering crowd, the echoes of applause still reverberated in her ears, a testament to the energy and passion she had poured into her performance. She savored the moment, basking in the adoration of her fans as she made her way off stage, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

But as she descended the steps and stepped into the dimly lit corridor backstage, the weight of exhaustion settled upon her like a heavy cloak. She took slow, deliberate steps, the world around her feeling distant and hazy as she navigated the maze of corridors towards her dressing room.
With each passing moment, Taylor could feel the telltale signs of fatigue creeping in, a nagging reminder of the toll her hectic schedule and the constant battles that were riddling her mind and body. She pushed aside the gnawing sense of unease, determined to soldier on despite the mounting exhaustion.

Finally, she reached her dressing room, the familiar sight of her belongings and the soft glow of the vanity mirror providing a small measure of comfort. She sank onto the plush chair in front of the mirror, closing her eyes for a moment as she tried to catch her breath and steady her racing heartbeat. But just as she began to relax, a wave of dizziness washed over her, sending her senses reeling. She reached out for support, her fingers grasping at the edge of the vanity as the room spun around her. And then everything went dark.

When Taylor regained consciousness, she found herself lying on the plush carpeted floor of her dressing room, the soft glow of the vanity lights casting a warm glow over the space. She blinked groggily, trying to make sense of her surroundings as the fog of unconsciousness slowly lifted.

"Taylor? Are you okay?" came a voice from somewhere above her, tinged with concern.

Taylor turned her head to see Tree and Travis kneeling beside her, their faces etched with worry. She tried to speak, but her words came out as a hoarse whisper, her throat dry and scratchy.
"What happened?" she managed to croak out, her voice barely audible.

"You fainted," Travis replied, his voice tight with concern. "Let's get you up and make sure you're okay."

With Tree and Travis's help, Taylor managed to sit up, her head spinning with dizziness as she struggled to steady herself. She leaned heavily against them as they guided her to her feet, their support a comforting presence amidst the chaos swirling around her.

As she settled onto the plush couch in her dressing room, Taylor couldn't shake the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew deep down that her fainting spell was more than just a passing bout of fatigue. It was a stark reminder of the toll her diet was taking on her body, a wake-up call she couldn't afford to ignore.

As Tree watched Taylor slowly regain consciousness, a knot of worry tightened in her stomach. She had seen the signs—the exhaustion, the erratic eating habits, the telltale shadows beneath Taylor's eyes—and she knew all too well what they meant. But confronting Taylor about her eating disorder was a delicate matter, one that required tact and sensitivity. "Taylor, are you okay?" Tree asked, her voice gentle as she reached out to help Taylor sit up.

Taylor blinked groggily, her gaze unfocused as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. "I'm fine," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Tree could see through the facade, could see the strain and exhaustion etched into every line of Taylor's face. She knew that Taylor was anything but fine, knew that her fainting spell was just the latest in a long line of warning signs that something was seriously wrong.

"Taylor, we need to talk," Tree said softly, her tone firm but compassionate. "I'm worried about you. Your eating habits, your weight loss...it's not healthy."

Taylor's eyes flashed with anger, her defenses rising in the face of Tree's concern. "I don't have a problem," she snapped, her voice sharp and defensive. "I'm fine, Tree. I don't need you or anyone else telling me how to live my life."

But Tree refused to back down, refusing to let Taylor push her away with her stubborn pride and denial. "Taylor, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with sadness. "You're hurting yourself, and it's breaking my heart to see you suffer like this. You don't have to face this alone, you know. We're here for you, Taylor, always."

But Taylor's walls were already up, her anger and frustration boiling over as she lashed out at the people who cared about her most. "I said I'm fine!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls of the dressing room. "I don't need your help, Tree. I don't need anyone's help. Just leave me alone!"

With that, Taylor pushed herself to her feet, her eyes flashing with defiance as she stormed out of the dressing room, leaving Tree and Travis behind in her wake.

As Tree watched Taylor disappear into the darkness of the corridor, her heart ached with sadness and frustration. She knew that confronting Taylor about her eating disorder would be difficult, but she had hoped that Taylor would be willing to listen, to accept the help and support she so desperately needed

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As Taylor settled into the middle seat of the car, the familiar scent of leather and the soft hum of the engine providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos swirling inside her mind. She kept her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, the darkened streets blurred by tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.
Travis sat to her left, his hand resting lightly on her knee in a silent gesture of support. Tree occupied the seat to her right, her gaze fixed on Taylor with a mixture of concern and compassion.

For a while, the car ride was filled with tense silence, the weight of Taylor's earlier outburst hanging heavy in the air. But as the minutes ticked by and the city lights blurred past, Taylor could feel the walls she had built around herself beginning to crumble.

She tried to push aside the gnawing sense of guilt and shame that twisted in the pit of her stomach, but the weight of her denial grew heavier with each passing moment. She knew deep down that she couldn't keep running from the truth, couldn't keep hiding behind the facade of strength and independence she had so carefully crafted.

And then, halfway through the drive, as the car rolled to a stop at a red light, Taylor felt the dam burst, the floodgates of emotion crashing open with a force she couldn't contain. "I can't do this anymore," she whispered, her voice choked with tears as she buried her face in her hands. "I know fainting is not normal, okay? I just don't know how to fix it."

Travis and Tree exchanged a glance, their expressions softening with understanding as Travis reached out to envelop Taylor in a comforting embrace.

Tree held Taylor's hand, her heart breaking for the girl she cares so much for. "Taylor, we're not here to judge you," she said gently. "We're here because we care about you. We want to help you get through this."

Taylor wiped away a tear, her hands trembling in her lap. "But I'm not sick," she insisted, her voice wavering. "I just... I just need to get back on track with my diet, that's all."

Travis sighed, his heart aching at Taylor's denial. "Taylor, it's okay to admit that you're struggling," he said softly. "We're not asking you to have all the answers right now. We just want to be here for you, whatever you're going through."

Taylor's shoulders slumped as she let out a shaky breath. "I... I guess I haven't been entirely honest with myself," she admitted, her voice barely audible over the hum of the car engine. "Maybe... maybe I do have a problem."

Tree glanced at Travis, a small smile of relief tugging at her lips. "That's the first step, Taylor," she said gently. "Admitting that you have a problem is the first step towards recovery."

Travis nodded in agreement, his gaze softening as he reached out to brush a stray tear from Taylor's cheek. "We're here for you, Taylor," he said softly. "No matter what happens, we'll get through this together."
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AN // hey hey hey - the first part to my new oneshot! honestly, i do not know where the want to write taylor fan fiction came from, but i know i often find comfort in them so i hope you guys do too.

any suggestions or requests you are welcome to leave down below. if you are struggling, i know it's hard and i see you. anyone is more than welcome to message me. you are all amazing humans, drink, eat, sleep and look after yourselves <3