tayvis oneshots

fuck the media

taylor's pov:
i'm a mess lately. i've seen way to many articles about myself and my body and it isn't helping at all.

i was doing okay-ish until i came a post saying i was pregnant because i looked slightly bloated or something. i hate the media, its so fucking annoying and stupid.

and the thing was, i didn't even look bloated, at least i don't think so, i looked how i usually looked, do i just look fat? maybe i need to eat less, or just eat better in general and skip desert more.

i dont even feel bad about my body until someone points it out my smallest flaws that are hardly noticeable.

the second i dont have a perfectly flat stomach the world thinks im pregnant, its so stupid. do they not realize im human too? i still eat, i still have organs.

after i binge read articles about myself, travis called me into the kitchen and told me dinner was ready.

i definitely wasn't feeling great about my body at the moment, but i know i still need to eat even if it was hard. skipping meals isn't good for you.

but the thing is, it is hard. i took a couple bites of chicken and that was it, i just couldn't do it anymore. i tried eating some of the veggies, but i could barley manage that.

i think travis could tell i was off, he kept monitoring my plate throughout dinner. "tay, you feeling alright? you've barley touched you dinner love" he says.

i don't want to lie to him, but i really don't want people to be worried about me either. "oh, uh im just not feeling great. i'll eat later." i say.

"promise? you can't starve yourself babygirl" he says while looking into my eyes. "i know. it's just hard to eat right now. i don't wanna talk about it" i say, maybe i'll tell him what's going on later tonight, but i just need to try and stay calm now.

no one's pov:
a couple hours passed by and travis noticed she hadn't eaten anything yet. "hey babygirl, you haven't ate anything, you need to eat at some point my love" he says while giving her a kiss on her cheek.

"i know travis." she says with anger. "taylor, love, can you tell me what's wrong? i know you are hungry." he says. "it's everything! i'm trying my best to eat, but the entire world thinks i'm fat." she shouts.

"oh babygirl, where do you get that from? you're so gorgeous and beautiful darling." he says. "there's a handful of articles claiming i'm pregnant because i was so bloated, and i wasn't even bloated, that's just how my stomach looks and i hate it now."

"oh taylor darling. who cares what the media thinks about you, it's so stupid. you are stunning and actually so perfect, do you know that?" he says.

"i don't care, i just getting to the point where it's actually affecting me, and i just- i don't even know anymore." she says with tears forming in her eyes.

"hey hey, it's alright taylor, we'll get through this together. you'll be alright tay. i promise." he says while giving her a long much needed hug.

"next time you're feeling like this, please tell my darling, i don't want you to lie about being hungry, or not feeling well. i want to help you love" he says.

"thanks travis" she responds while he wipes away her tears.
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