Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

time of the month

i have been struggling to write so much and i have no idea why, i just have the biggest writers block at the moment! it's really only been like 4 or 5 days since my last update but it feels like it's been years lmao.

if you have any requests please comment them!!

and if you've given any requests and i haven't done it yet, please comment them again and i'll try my best to get to everything, love you all!!!

also, i tend to be able to write sad things faster and it just flows better for me (maybe im crazy??) so im sorry if i just keep posting sad/depressing/overdramatic chapters... but if you have any requests for something sad, just know it'll probably get written pretty fast 🫡

tw: blood, mention of sa

March 2025
Travis

"Morning baby girl." I pressed a soft kiss onto Taylor's forehead, and gently squeezed her arm.

She stirred slightly, then her eyes flickered open, and she cracked a small smile when her eyes met mine.

"Good morning." She mumbled, still half asleep. Taylor threw her arms above her head, stretching them up with a small, adorable, grunt-like sound. She shuffled her body around, stretching her legs out, then let out a small gasp and suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong? I asked and she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"I-..." She whispered softly, then gently pulled the blanket further up her body, and looked up at me, her face turning a light shade of red. "I think I got my period."

"Okay, do you need anything?" I asked, as I stroked my hand gently over her hair.

"Maybe... I'll go check what I've got first." Taylor smiled up at me, then leaned up to kiss my lips softly.

She climbed out of bed, then suddenly gasped, the look of pure horror flooding her face.

"Travis- oh my god- I'm so sorry." She all of a sudden flustered, and I noticed the small red patch in the middle of the sheets. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry. I'll go wash these- I'm so, so sorry Travis." She fretted, and started to pull the corner of the fitted sheet off our bed.

"Hey- baby, it's okay." I said calmly, but she kept panicking, moving to the next corner to peel off the sheets. "Tay, stop." I demanded, and she stopped, and looked up, tears brimming the corners of her eyes, her lip trembling. She looked truly terrified. "It's okay sweetie." I assured her, then climbed out of bed and went straight to her side. "It doesn't bother me at all, okay? Come here." I pulled her into my body, and wrapped my arms around her tightly. Her head fell onto my chest, and she very quietly started to cry.

"I'm sorry Travis" She whispered through a sob. I could feel her soft cries against my chest, and it broke my heart.

"Sweetie, it's okay. It's really okay, I promise. We can just wash them, it's perfectly okay." I said to her, while gently rubbing my hand against her back. "And hey, they needed a wash anyway." I let out a small laugh, my hand still rubbing small circles on her back.

"Why aren't you yelling at me." She whispered, very softly into my chest.

"What? Baby, why would I yell at you?" I asked her.

"I ruined the sheets. What if it doesn't come out- if- if it stains." She cried through her words, stuttering them out. "I should've been more careful- I should've- known it was coming. I'm sorry." She started to cry harder, then broke out of my embrace and kept trying to grab the sheets.

"Baby." I said softly, but she was already hurriedly piling the sheets and blankets together. "Baby." Nothing. "Babe." Nothing again. "Taylor." She looked up. I never used her full name, it was sure to get her attention. "Please come here."