Tayvis one shots

Rehearsal injury

The Kansas City Chiefs' practice facility was buzzing with the usual energy as the team prepared for their next big game. Travis Kelce, their star tight end, was in his element, catching passes, running routes, and engaging in friendly banter with his teammates. However, his thoughts often drifted to Taylor Swift, who was in the midst of rehearsals for her highly anticipated Eras Tour.

As practice wound down, Travis felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he saw a call from Taylor's mum Andrea. His heart immediately began to race.

"Andrea? What's going on?" he asked, worry evident in his voice.

"Travis, it's Taylor," Andrea said, her tone urgent. "She's had an accident during rehearsal. It looks like she's hurt her leg pretty badly. We're taking her to the hospital now."

Travis's heart sank. "Which hospital? I'm on my way."

After getting the details, Travis quickly explained the situation to Coach Reid, who gave him a nod of understanding. "Go be with her, Travis. We'll manage here."

Minutes felt like hours as Travis sped to the hospital. When he arrived, he rushed through the entrance, his eyes scanning for any sign of Taylor or her team. He spotted Andrea and a few members of Taylor's crew in the waiting area.

"Travis," Andrea said, standing up to meet him. "She's in with the doctors now. They're doing some tests to see the extent of the injury."

Travis took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "How did it happen?"

"She was rehearsing a particularly tricky dance move. She landed wrong and twisted her leg," Andrea explained. "She was in a lot of pain, so we brought her here immediately."

Just then, a doctor approached them. "Mr. Kelce?" he asked, looking at Travis.

"Yes, that's me. How's Taylor?"

"Ms. Swift has a severe sprain, and there's some ligament damage. She'll need to stay off her leg for a few weeks and undergo physical therapy to fully recover," the doctor explained. "We're going to fit her with a brace to stabilize the injury."

Travis felt a mixture of relief and concern. "Can I see her?"

"Of course, follow me," the doctor said, leading Travis down the hall.

When they entered the room, Taylor was lying on the hospital bed, her leg propped up and wrapped in a brace. She looked up as Travis walked in, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief.

"Travis," she said softly, reaching out to him.

He hurried to her side, gently taking her hand. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"I've been better," she admitted, managing a small smile. "But seeing you here helps."

Travis kissed her forehead. "I'm here for you, Taylor. We'll get through this together."

Over the next few days, Taylor was discharged from the hospital with strict instructions to rest and keep her leg elevated. Travis took it upon himself to make sure she followed the doctor's orders, setting up a comfortable recovery space in her home and staying by her side.

Their days were filled with quiet moments, watching movies, talking about everything and nothing, and simply enjoying each other's company. Travis proved to be an incredible support, his unwavering positivity helping Taylor cope with the frustration of being unable to rehearse for her tour.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Taylor turned to Travis with a thoughtful expression. "You know, this injury might be a blessing in disguise," she said. "It's given us a chance to spend more time together, and I've loved every minute of it."

Travis looked at her, his heart swelling with affection. "Me too. I hate that you're hurt, but having you here has made everything so much better. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She smiled, leaning in to kiss him gently. "You're strong, Travis. You'll get through this, and I'll be here every step of the way."

Weeks turned into months, and with Travis's unwavering support, Taylor made a steady recovery. Her physical therapy sessions were grueling, but Travis was always there to encourage her, celebrate her progress, and remind her of her strength.

One afternoon, after a particularly tough session, Taylor returned home to find Travis waiting with a surprise. The living room was transformed into a cozy haven, with soft blankets, pillows, and her favorite snacks.

"What's all this?" she asked, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I thought you could use a little pampering," he said with a grin. "You've been working so hard, and I wanted to do something special for you."

They settled on the couch, enjoying the cozy setup. As they talked and laughed, the bond between them grew even stronger. It was in these quiet moments, away from the chaos of their public lives, that they found a deep connection.

As the months passed, Taylor continued to make strides in her recovery. With Travis's support, she grew stronger, both physically and emotionally. Their relationship deepened, built on a foundation of trust, support, and genuine affection.

One day, as they sat in the park enjoying a rare moment of sunshine, Taylor turned to Travis with a serious expression.

"Travis, I have to tell you something," she said, taking his hand in hers.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Taylor?"

"I've been thinking a lot about us, about everything we've been through," she began. "And I realized something. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You've been my rock, my support, and I don't know what I would do without you."

Tears welled up in Travis's eyes as he listened to her heartfelt words. "Taylor, I feel the same way. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I can't imagine my life without you."

She smiled, her eyes shining with affection. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you, Travis. More than I ever thought possible."

He blinked back his tears, his smile radiant. "I love you too, Taylor. With all my heart."

In that moment, as they embraced under the warm sun, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. Their love had grown stronger through adversity, and with each other's support, they knew they could conquer anything.