TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

In Sickness and Health

@USMCRules here you go x

Travis' POV

I squinted at the camera, the bright lights of the New Heights podcast studio feeling more intense than usual. I sniffled and let out a cough, immediately trying to stifle it as I reached for a glass of water. Across from me, Jason shot me a concerned glance. 

"You good, man?" he asked, half-joking but clearly noticing my state.

"Yeah, yeah," I croaked, voice rough. "Just a little cold. I'll push through."

Jase raised an eyebrow. "Looks like more than a cold. You sound like you swallowed gravel."

I chuckled, or at least attempted to, before the cough took over again. My face flushed as I covered my mouth. This was definitely not the image I wanted on my podcast, especially when the 92%ers were used to seeing me larger than life, always full of energy.

Jason shook his head. "You sure you're good to do this today? We can reschedule. Don't need you passing out mid-episode."

I waved him off, rubbing my nose. "Nah, man. I took some of that cold and flu stuff before we started. I'll be fine."

Jason's POV

Travis looked sick and as much as I loved him I knew he could be a bit stubborn at times so when I asked him if he was good to this episode of the pod and he agreed I knew there was nothing more I could do. We carried on through the podcast and I could tell he was doing his best to engage in the usual banter but when I got to a particularly long winded NFL play his head was drooping and he was about to fall asleep. God. I feel sorry for Taylor having to deal with him when he gets back.

By the forty-minute mark, I was practically talking to myself. I glanced over at my brother, who was now slumped back in his chair, eyes barely open.

"Trav?" I called, waving a hand in front of his face. "Bro, are you... asleep?"

There was no response, just the soft, even breathing of someone who had been knocked out by cold medicine. I blinked in disbelief before bursting into laughter. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath, turning back to the camera. "Y'all, Travis Kelce, ladies and gentlemen, completely knocked out on his own podcast."

At that moment, the door to the studio creaked open. Taylor Swift, looking a mix of amused and concerned, stepped in. She was dressed casually, her hair in a loose ponytail, wearing one of Travis's oversized hoodies. I saw someone surveying the scene, hands on her hips.

"I heard someone fell asleep on the job?" she asked with a small smile, walking over to Travis.

I grinned, leaning back in my chair knowing how much this global popstar cared for my little bro. "Yeah, he's down for the count. Cold medicine got him good. Figured we'd get through the episode before he crashed, but clearly not."

She crouched down beside his chair, gently brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. "Poor thing's been feeling awful since yesterday, but you know him—he won't admit when he needs rest."

I chuckled. "Typical. Dude doesn't know how to slow down." Since we were kids Trav has always been the more stubborn one once he's decided to do something there's no stopping him like the time he forced me to film him riding down the stairs on a mattress and I GOT THE BLAME FOR IT. 'Ugh' I think remembering the time he placed an ice hockey tournament with a stomach bug and fell asleep in goal before throwing up on the ice.

She sighed, her expression soft as she looked at her fiancé. "He'll push through anything if you let him. But not today." She gave Travis a soft nudge, trying to wake him. "Trav, babe?"

He stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering, but he didn't wake up. He glanced back at me but I just shrugged clearly no help at all.

"He's out, Tay. Full-on hibernation mode."

She stood up, shaking her head with a fond smile. "Alright, I'm taking him home."

I chuckled again, clearly enjoying the absurdity of the situation. "You need help? He's like, what, 260 pounds of dead weight?" I laughed remembering mine and Kylie's catastrophic first date where she had to do the same.

"I'll manage," Taylor said with a grin. "But maybe you can help me wake him up enough to get him to the car."

I got up and moved over to my brother, giving him a light smack on the arm. "Hey, man. Time to get up. Show's over. You're not allowed to sleep on set, remember?"

Travis groaned, slowly opening his eyes, his face bleary and confused. "Wha—? Did I fall asleep?"

Taylor smirked, helping him sit up. "Yeah, babe, you did. The cold medicine knocked you out."

Travis blinked, trying to shake off the grogginess. "Man, I swear I was good like... five minutes ago."

I laughed. "Try forty minutes ago. You were snoring through half the show."

Travis groaned again, embarrassed. "Great. That's gonna look awesome." Yes. I have camera footage of this.

Taylor rubbed his back gently, her voice soft but teasing. "Don't worry, you were cute. Just not podcast-ready cute."

With some effort, she helped Travis stand, his frame towering over her but leaning into her for support. I watched with an amused expression.

"Need me to carry him?" I offered, only half-joking. I don't exactly feel like reluctantly hauling him into the back of Taylor's jeep with her chauffeur watching me.

She shook her head, looping her arm around his waist to steady him. "Nah, I've got him. You've got your own podcast to finish."

I waved them off with a grin. "Alright, well, take care of my brother, Swift. Make sure he doesn't fall asleep in the car."

As Taylor and Travis made their way to the door, she glanced back, giving me a playful smile. "I'll make sure he gets tucked in, don't worry."

It's nice to know he's got someone looking out for him when I'm not there to annoy him.

Taylor's POV

Back at our place, I helped Travis into bed, his body collapsing into the mattress with a content sigh. I pulled the blankets up around him, tucking him in like he was a giant, sleepy toddler. He mumbled something incoherent as his eyes drooped shut again.

"You're hopeless," I whispered affectionately, brushing a kiss against his temple.

He shifted slightly, managing to open his eyes just long enough to meet mine. "Thanks for taking care of me," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.

I smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "Always."

As he drifted off again, I sat beside him for a few moments, watching him breathe, a soft smile playing on my lips. Even when he was out of it, even when he was the farthest thing from his usual, energetic self, there was something about Travis that made me feel at peace.

I got quietly got up, making my way to the living room, but not before sending Jason a quick text:

Taylor: "Got him home. He's down for the count, but don't worry, I'll make sure he's podcast-ready by next week 😂."

Jason: "Lol, good luck with that. Give him some chicken soup from me."

I giggled as I put my phone down. It wasn't the most glamorous day, but there was something incredibly sweet about looking after the man I loved—cold medicine-induced nap and all.

A/N Thanks for the request I loved writing this feel free to drop some more and have a great day xxx