tayvis oneshots

you've got no reason to be afraid

requested by stillwaitingforsts5

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taylor's pov:
today me and travis were planning to go over to his brothers for a little while, just to have a casual hangout with the rest of his family.

"hey taylor!" jason welcomes me, i smile, greeting the rest of his family. "good morning donna!" i say, giving her a hug as i walked into the kitchen. i think she was just about done cooking, she was making some hotdogs and salad to go along with it.

"looks good!" i say, helping mix the salad all together. "thanks tay! you don't need to help, go relax. i know you've got a big flight tonight" she smiles, gently taking the mixing spoon away from me.

i do as she says, and joined the rest of the family in the living room. "oh hey taylor! we were about to go hop in the pool." jason mentions, getting out of the chair.

before i get a chance to say anything, travis surprise me with a hug from the back. "hey babygirl!" he smiles. "i think our swimsuits are in that purple bag. i'll go grab them so we can change." he says, heading out to the car.

i was a little nervous to wear a swimsuit in front of his family. i had some old scars on my upper thighs from a few years ago. i haven't hurt myself in years, but i didn't want to make a big deal of it.

and to make matters worse, i had eaten a little while ago, so i looked bloated as well, great. i had moved past most of my issues with my body but i still had some.

recently i've been a lot better. i've been able to eat a healthy amount of food without restriction or forcing myself to throw up later. but i just didn't like looking at my body or anyone else seeing my body after eating.

"here you go baby" travis says, handing me the bikini i had packed. it was a simple blue scoop neck top, and just plain back bottoms, nothing too fancy. but it did definitely show my upper thighs and my stomach, the fear becoming worse

i take the bikini and head into the bathroom to change. i took of my current outfit, balling it up on the counter. i buckled the top on, and just started at my body in the mirror, dreading my scars.

"you alright babygirl?" travis asks, gently knocking on the door, i just opened it, letting him in the room. "hey hey, what's the matter baby?" he asks, shutting the door behind him quickly once he sees my eyes, a little red from crying.

"i.. i can't swim today..." i mumble. i realized i needed to think of an excuse, because i didn't want him to be worried about me. i was completely fine.

"why's that? are you okay babygirl?" he asks, his voice thick with concern. i debated telling him the truth, but i went with my lie, a small white lie wouldn't hurt, right?

"well.. i just ate a little bit ago.. and you're not supposed to swim after you eat, because you could throw up... so." i shrug, trying to not make a huge deal about it.

"baby, we ate like an hour ago. you'll be fine, trust me." he chuckles. "now, let's get ready to go swim,  you won't throw up." he laughs, playfully ruffling my hair.

"what?" he asked, noticing i hadn't moved yet. "are you gonna get dressed?" he asked, his voice starting to sound a little concerned. "baby.. talk to me, what's the matter?" he presses. i try and think of a somewhat believable lie.

"i.. i have my period, so.. uh i can't swim." i mumble, trying to make it sound believable. i bit the inside of my cheek so i didnt accidentally smile, or else that would be obvious.

"are you sure baby?" he ask, definitely already suspicious. "i.. um.. yes... i'll go get dressed and just watch you guys swim." i lie again, throwing my shirt back on.

"hm, but wasn't your period last week?" he counters, and he was unfortunately right, god why is smart for once. i don't even know why i tried to continue the lie, it's pointless.

"it sounds like your trying to make up excuses to not swim." he murmurs, a little firm. "travis.. i.. i just don't want to." i lie again. the truth was i did enjoy swimming, but not when friends and family could see my old scars.

"babygirl, is it because of your scars on your legs?" he frowns, i slowly nod, my gaze fixed at the bathroom tiles.

"travis.. i just, don't want them to make fun of me or anything..." i murmur, leaning my head on his chest. "oh baby.. they won't, i promise." he assures me.

travis's pov:
"babygirl... you can hardly see them. plus, we'll be in the water the whole time. i promise, nobody's gonna be looking there, yeah?" i promise, she shrugs.

"or you don't have to swim. i can stay by the edge of the pool with you, or we could our feet in the edge of the pool." i suggest, she nods.

"or we could swim. i promise, nobody is going to be looking that close at your body. and the scars are old, yeah?" i ask, i just wanted to make sure she hadn't hurt herself recently. as far as i've known she's been clean for nearly 6 years, which was amazing.

"i.. i don't know." she mumbles, fidgeting with the ends of my shirt. "here. how about this, you put on your swimsuit, and wear a towel until you get in, and then if you decide you want to hop in, you'll be ready." he suggest, handing me the bikini bottoms.

"yeah. that seems good. thanks travis." she smiles. i left the bathroom to give her some extra space to change, heading out to the pool deck.

a moment later, she comes out of the house, wearing the bikini she had packed, with a towel wrapped around herself.

"hey taylor!" kylie shouted from inside the pool. "you coming in?" she asked, playfully splashing a small amount of water at her ankles.

"yeah yeah. just a second" she giggled, quickly setting her towel on a chair, and jumping in the chilly water.

i was proud of her for actually wearing the swimsuit, i liked seeing my girl happy and healthy.

we had tons of fun splashing around in the water, and just like i had promised- nobody mentioned her scars. they were so faded too, you could hardly see them.

"having fun babygirl?" i ask, she nods with a big smile on her face. "thanks for forcing me out here. i'm glad you did." she smiles

"of course."

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