Tayvis Oneshots

The rumors are terrible and cruel

Idea from 1almostdo (kinda, I changed it a little bit)

Trigger warnings: throwing up, eating disorder

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TRAVIS POV
Right now I'm mindlessly scrolling through social media, on my burner account obviously. I enjoyed watching videos made my fans of mine, but ever since I've been with Taylor, a lot of my for you page has became taken over my swifties.

Most of the videos I saw were fun, like ranking different songs, or showing off the fans handmade tour outfits and makeup, but today a saw a post that really irked me.

It was a video talking about Taylor's body, which usually wasn't a good thing. Seeing posts claiming she was pregnant made me feel bad for her.

No human deserves that type of 'fan', and especially when they haven't meant Taylor, or have practically no evidence that she is pregnant.

I decided to get off my phone before I made some rude comment, I mean, it would be well deserved, but I didn't need more drama in my life right now.

"Hey Trav!" Taylor says as she walks through door. She's been busy all day working on new music stuff.

"How was the writing session?" I asked, she hadn't told me much about her new album yet.

"Good, you'll have to wait to hear it." She says as she kisses my cheek.

"Watcha doin?" She says, looking at the video still playing on my phone.

I must've forgotten to turn it off.

"Oh." She mumbled as she read the text on the screen, pointing stuff out about her.

"Sorry, I know, people are gross and need to get a grip." I apologized.

"It's okay, it's not your fault." She said like she wasn't even fazed by this.

"I know, but you still don't deserve any of that, you know that." I assured her.

"I've gotten used to it." She shrugged.

"Baby, that's awful." I said, because nobody should ever have to go through any thing like that ever.

"I've had pregnancy rumors float around for over two decades, it's nothing new." She admits, still hardly fazed.

"Baby, that's awful, you don't deserve any of that." I said, rubbing her back gently.

"I know, but I've gotten used to it. Just another wonderful thing about being a woman in the music industry." She sarcastically said, I felt horrible.

"I used to get really offended about stuff like that, and just kinda.. stop eating for days." She admitted, scratching the back of her neck.

"Oh honey..." I whispered, I felt absolutely terrible by now.

"Even though it's just a small bump from my completely childless uterus, it's a very stupid assumption that's I'm somehow pregnant." She mentions.

"Babygirl, I'm sorry, that must suck." I said, I wasn't exactly sure what to say to help comfort her because I never really understood.

"It's okay though. I realized no matter what I do people will be mad at me." She shrugged, still completely unbothered by this whole situation.

I mean, I was glad it wasn't really affecting her too much, but I was sad she seemed so used to it, it was like a part of her daily life now.

"Anyways, how was your day?" She asks.

"It was okay, practice was easy and light, so we didn't do too much." I said, lately football has been awful with insane workouts, so an easy day was perfect.

"That's good, what should we make for dinner?" She asks, opening the fridge doors.

"Hm, how about we order a pizza? I don't know, I'm just in the mood for a slice of cheesy and greasy pizza." I chuckle.

"That sounds good." She smiles.

"Good, I'll call in our order soon, okay?" I said, I knew she hated calling in an order because, well, restaurants like to freak out when the Taylor Swift places a food order with them because she quite literally the most famous person in the world right now.

I put in an order for the food, and according the to website, it wouldn't take long to be ready, so I left to pick up the pizza.

I grabbed the pizza, left a generous tip at the restaurant and went home to Taylor and the cats.

"Hey baby, I'm back!" I announced as I walked into the kitchen and set the pizza box on the counter.

I didn't hear her come down, so I figured she must've been busy or didn't hear me, so I gave her a couple minutes before I went to find her.

"Baby?" I shouted from downstairs, then I heard soft footsteps come downstairs.

"Hey babygirl." I said as a I handed her a pink plate with a slice of pepperoni pizza.

"I'm not really hungry anymore." She says, setting the food on the counter.

"What? Just eat like half of it, okay?" I replied, pushing the plate back to her.

I was scared the video she saw earlier might've gotten to her, because it was a really mean, lying and pathetic video.

"Fine." She agreed to, taking a bite.

I was careful to keep an eye on her throughout the rest of dinner, making sure she actually was eating her pizza.

She stuck around downstairs with me for only a few minutes before she ran upstairs without much warning.

Shortly after she left, I followed her upstairs, because I was concerned about her since she hardly ate anything.

And that's when I heard it.

I could hear gagging coming from inside the bathroom, and definitely not on accident, I could tell she was doing this to herself.

A minute later she entered the bedroom, shocked that I was waiting for her outside the door.

"Baby..." I began, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry Travis." She broke down completely, her eyes where red from crying, I felt horrible.

"Babygirl, you're okay, let's go talk, hm?" I suggested as I sat down on the bed beside her.

"I promise, I'm usually better about... not doing that." She sniffled in between sobs.

"Was it the video you saw earlier?" I asked, she nodded.

"Baby..." I mumbled, feeling horrible.

"But you haven't been doing this before then, right?" I asked, trying to get a better understanding of the situation.

"I haven't done it since like... 2016, I swear." She said, leaning into my shoulder.

"I believe you baby." I said, because ever since I've been with her, she's had a healthy relationship with food and eating well.

"Do you want to talk about it more?" I asked, she shook her head.

"Okay then. Just please, don't be afraid to ask for help. It really isn't your fault, sweetheart." I assured her, she nodded.

"Thank you Travis." She smiled, wiping the tears out of her eyes carefully.

"Of course babygirl, I love you." I said, placing a kiss on her temple.

"I love you too." She responded.

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Sorry for such the abrupt ending.

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