Tayvis one-shots (3)

Media Frenzy and Support (requested)

Taylor sat at her kitchen table, scrolling through her phone. What had started as a quick look at social media updates had quickly turned sour. Headlines screamed at her, suggesting she looked pregnant, dissecting every outfit and angle from her recent public appearances. The comments were even worse, filled with baseless speculation and cruel jokes.

She sighed, pushing her phone away. She had faced media scrutiny for most of her life, but this felt different. It felt personal. She knew she wasn't pregnant, but the constant judgment made her feel insecure and self-conscious about her body.

"Hey, Tay," Travis called from the living room, where he was watching TV. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, just... catching up on some news," she replied, trying to sound casual.

Travis knew her too well, though. He walked into the kitchen and saw the look on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his features.

Taylor hesitated, not wanting to burden him with her worries. "It's nothing, really. Just some stupid headlines."

He reached out and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

She looked up at him, feeling a lump form in her throat. "It's just... they're saying I look pregnant. And the comments... they're awful, Trav."

Travis frowned, his protective instincts kicking in. "That's ridiculous. You're perfect just the way you are."

Despite his comforting words, the damage was done. Over the next few days, Taylor found herself avoiding food, picking at her meals, and skipping snacks. Travis noticed, but he didn't say anything right away. He wanted to understand what was going on in her mind.

One evening, as they sat down for dinner, Travis made her favorite pasta dish. Taylor pushed the food around on her plate, barely eating.

"Tay, you haven't been eating much lately," he said gently. "Is everything okay?"

She looked down, her appetite completely gone. "I just... I don't feel hungry."

Travis reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "Is this about the headlines?"

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I know it's stupid, but it's hard to ignore. They're saying I look pregnant, and it's messing with my head."

"It's not stupid," Travis said softly. "But you can't let them control how you feel about yourself. You're beautiful, inside and out. You don't need to change a thing."

Taylor wiped away a tear, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude. "I know you're right, but it's so hard to block out the noise."

Travis stood up and walked around the table, pulling her into a hug. "I'm here for you, Tay. We'll get through this together."

Over the next few days, Travis made it his mission to support Taylor and help her regain her confidence. He planned their meals, making sure they were healthy and delicious, and he encouraged her to eat, even when she didn't feel like it.

One morning, he brought her breakfast in bed: a smoothie bowl topped with fresh berries and granola. "Good morning, beautiful," he said with a smile. "I made you something special."

Taylor managed a small smile. "Thanks, Trav. It looks great."

As she ate, Travis sat beside her, talking about their plans for the day. His constant presence and positive attitude started to make a difference. Slowly but surely, Taylor began to feel more like herself.

One afternoon, they decided to go for a walk in the park. The fresh air and sunshine felt invigorating, and Taylor found herself relaxing for the first time in days.

"Remember when we first started dating?" Travis asked, swinging their hands as they walked.

"How could I forget?" Taylor replied with a laugh. "You took me to that little Italian place, and we talked for hours."

Travis smiled. "That was the night I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

Taylor felt a warmth spread through her chest. "I love you, Trav."

"I love you too, Tay," he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "And I'm always going to be here for you, no matter what."

As the days turned into weeks, Taylor's confidence slowly returned. She started eating normally again, and she stopped letting the headlines dictate how she felt about herself. Travis's unwavering support made all the difference.

One evening, as they were getting ready for bed, Taylor looked at Travis with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you for everything, Trav. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "You don't have to thank me, sweetheart. I'm just doing what anyone who loves you would do."

Taylor snuggled into his embrace, feeling safe and loved. "You're my rock, you know that?"

"And you're my everything," Travis replied, kissing her softly.

As they drifted off to sleep, Taylor felt a sense of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would face them together. And that was all that mattered.

The next morning, Taylor woke up feeling more like herself. She decided to address the headlines head-on. She posted a picture on Instagram, smiling brightly with Travis by her side, and wrote a heartfelt caption about body positivity and self-love.

"Just a reminder that no one has the right to comment on your body or make you feel less than amazing," she wrote. "I'm grateful for my supportive partner and for the love we share. Remember to love yourselves, just as you are."

The post was met with overwhelming support from her fans and friends, reminding her that she wasn't alone in this battle. Taylor knew that with Travis by her side and the love of her fans, she could handle anything the media threw her way.

As they sat down to breakfast together, Travis looked at her with pride. "You're amazing, Tay. Never forget that."

She smiled, feeling truly happy for the first time in weeks. "I won't. And thank you, Trav. For everything."

They clinked their coffee mugs together, ready to face whatever the day might bring, knowing that together, they could conquer anything.