Tayvis one-shots (3)

Paparazzi Mayhem (requested)

Taylor and Travis strolled hand in hand down the streets of New York City, enjoying a rare evening out together. It was one of those perfect summer nights, warm and clear, and the city buzzed with an electric energy. They had just finished dinner at one of Taylor's favorite restaurants and were heading toward Central Park for a leisurely walk.

"It's so nice to have a night off," Taylor said, smiling up at Travis. "I feel like we hardly get these moments anymore."

"Tell me about it," Travis replied, squeezing her hand. "It's been non-stop with the tour and training camp."

As they walked, a few people recognized them and took out their phones to snap pictures. Taylor and Travis smiled and waved, accustomed to the attention. However, as they got closer to the park, the number of onlookers increased. A small crowd began to gather, and the couple could sense the shift in the atmosphere.

"Maybe we should head back to the car," Taylor suggested, glancing around nervously.

Travis nodded, his protective instincts kicking in. "Yeah, let's do that."

They turned around, but it was too late. A group of paparazzi had spotted them and quickly descended, cameras flashing and voices shouting. The crowd grew thicker, and the once pleasant evening quickly turned chaotic.

"Taylor! Travis! Over here!" one paparazzo yelled, shoving his camera in their faces.

"How's the relationship going?" another shouted, trying to get a reaction.

Taylor tried to keep her head down, gripping Travis's hand tighter as they pushed through the throng of people. Travis wrapped an arm around her shoulders, attempting to shield her from the aggressive crowd. But the paparazzi were relentless, jostling and shoving to get the perfect shot.

"Please, back off!" Travis barked, his voice firm and commanding. "Give us some space!"

His words went unheeded as the paparazzi pressed closer. In the chaos, someone bumped into Taylor, causing her to stumble. She lost her footing and fell to the ground, scraping her knee on the rough pavement.

"Taylor!" Travis exclaimed, quickly kneeling beside her. "Are you okay?"

Before Taylor could respond, one of the paparazzi leaned in too close, his camera nearly hitting her in the face. Anger flared in Travis's eyes as he stood up, placing himself between Taylor and the aggressive photographer.

"Back off, man!" he shouted, pushing the paparazzo away.

The photographer stumbled but didn't back down. Instead, he continued snapping pictures, the flash blinding. The rest of the paparazzi closed in, making it nearly impossible for Taylor and Travis to move.

"This is insane," Taylor muttered, wincing as she tried to stand.

Travis helped her up, his expression dark with fury. "That's enough!" he yelled at the crowd. "You're going too far!"

But the paparazzi didn't relent. They continued to push and shove, their cameras flashing non-stop. Travis, his protective instincts in overdrive, kept one arm around Taylor while using the other to fend off the crowd.

Just when it seemed like the situation couldn't get worse, a voice called out from behind them. "Hey, leave them alone!"

A group of bystanders, witnessing the scene, had decided to step in. They formed a barrier between the paparazzi and the couple, pushing back against the relentless photographers.

"Thank you," Taylor said gratefully, leaning into Travis for support.

With the help of their impromptu bodyguards, Taylor and Travis managed to break free from the throng of paparazzi. They hurried down the street, making their way back to their car. Once they were safely inside, Travis immediately locked the doors and started the engine.

"Are you okay?" he asked, glancing over at Taylor.

She nodded, though she was visibly shaken. "I'm fine. Just a bit scraped up."

Travis reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'm so sorry that happened, Tay. I should have been more careful."

"It's not your fault," Taylor said, her voice soft. "The paparazzi can be really aggressive. But thank you for protecting me."

Travis's expression softened, and he took her hand. "I'll always protect you, Tay. No matter what."

As they drove away, the adrenaline from the encounter began to wear off, leaving them both feeling exhausted. They decided to head back to Taylor's apartment, where they could finally relax in peace.

Once inside, Taylor went to the bathroom to clean up her scraped knee while Travis made some tea. When she returned to the living room, he was waiting for her on the couch, a warm cup in each hand.

"Here you go," he said, handing her a cup.

"Thanks," Taylor replied, taking a sip. She sat down beside him, curling up against his side. "I still can't believe how crazy that got."

"Me neither," Travis said, shaking his head. "I know you're used to dealing with the paparazzi, but that was on another level."

"It's not always like that," Taylor assured him. "But sometimes they just won't back down."

Travis wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "Well, I'm here now. And I'll do everything I can to make sure you're safe."

Taylor smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love for him. "I know you will, Travis. And I appreciate it more than you know."

They spent the rest of the evening together, enjoying the quiet comfort of each other's company. As the night wore on, Taylor felt a sense of peace wash over her. Despite the chaos of the evening, she knew she had someone she could rely on, someone who would always have her back.

The next morning, as they sat together at the kitchen table, Taylor glanced at Travis, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know, you were pretty badass last night," she said with a grin.

Travis chuckled, reaching for her hand. "I was just doing what any boyfriend would do."

"Well, I think you deserve a reward," Taylor said playfully.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Travis asked, raising an eyebrow.

Taylor leaned in, giving him a soft kiss. "How about breakfast in bed?"

Travis laughed, pulling her into his arms. "I think I could get used to that."

As they shared a tender moment, Taylor knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always come out stronger together. With Travis by her side, she felt ready to take on the world, one paparazzo at a time.