Tayvis one shots

Passing out

Two in one day ye lucky people

It had been another unforgettable night on Taylor Swift's Eras Tour, a whirlwind of energy, lights, and screaming fans. The stadium roared as she finished her final song, the echoes of the crowd's cheers still ringing in her ears as she exited the stage. Taylor gave her team a tired but satisfied smile, feeling the usual post-show exhaustion. But tonight, something felt different—heavier. She pushed through it, brushing off the fatigue as just another side effect of performing her heart out.

However, backstage, it became clear she wasn't just tired. As Taylor made her way toward her dressing room, she suddenly felt lightheaded. Her vision blurred, and her knees buckled before she could even call for help. Without warning, she collapsed to the floor.

The commotion around her was immediate. Her assistant, makeup artist, and security rushed over, all of them panicking as Taylor lay unconscious, her breathing shallow. Tree Paine, Taylor's longtime publicist, was the first to take charge, her voice steady despite the anxiety tightening her chest. "Get a medic—now!" she ordered, kneeling beside Taylor and checking for signs that she was alright.

The crew moved into action, but Tree knew that there was someone else who needed to be there—someone Taylor would want with her, no matter what. She pulled out her phone with shaking hands and dialed Travis Kelce, hoping he could pick up. He was in town, having flown out to see Taylor's concert, but she didn't know if he was still at the venue or back at his hotel.

After what felt like an eternity, the call connected. "Tree?" Travis's voice came through, confused but calm. "What's going on?"

Tree took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice level. "It's Taylor. She—she passed out after the show. We've got medics on the way, but... Travis, she's unconscious. I think she needs you here."

There was a pause, and then Travis's voice hardened, no longer confused but filled with concern. "Where is she? I'm coming right now."

"We're backstage near her dressing room. Hurry."

The call ended abruptly as Travis likely sprinted toward her. Meanwhile, the medics arrived, checking Taylor's vitals and setting up oxygen. Tree hovered anxiously nearby, her mind racing. Taylor had pushed herself to the brink before, but this felt worse. It wasn't just exhaustion—there was something more going on, and it terrified her to think about what might happen if help didn't come fast enough.

In what seemed like no time at all, Travis burst through the backstage doors, still in his casual post-show clothes, his face pale with worry. He spotted Tree immediately and rushed over, dropping to his knees beside Taylor, gently taking her hand in his.

"Is she...?" His voice faltered as he looked at Taylor, so still, so unlike the energetic woman who had just dominated the stage hours ago.

"She's breathing," Tree said quickly, her own worry barely contained. "But they're checking her out. It might be dehydration or exhaustion, but Travis... she hasn't woken up yet."

Travis swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving Taylor's face. He leaned in close, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead, his fingers trembling slightly. "Hey, Tay," he whispered softly, trying to coax a reaction. "I'm here. You're gonna be okay, alright? Just wake up for me. Please."

The medics continued working, administering fluids and checking her pulse, but Taylor remained unresponsive. Travis's heart pounded in his chest, panic starting to creep in. He wasn't used to feeling helpless, but right now, all he could do was be there for her, praying she'd open her eyes soon.

Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like a lifetime. Travis stayed glued to her side, his hand never leaving hers. "You're the strongest person I know," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I know you push yourself because you love this—because you love your fans. But, baby, you've got to take care of yourself too. I need you to be okay."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Taylor's eyelids fluttered. Her breathing deepened, and a soft groan escaped her lips. Travis immediately leaned closer, relief washing over him.

"Tay?" he whispered, his voice full of hope. "Can you hear me?"

Taylor blinked slowly, her gaze unfocused at first, but as her vision cleared, she recognized the face above her. "Travis?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, but it was enough to make his heart leap.

"I'm right here," he said, his voice filled with both relief and tenderness. "You scared the hell out of me."

Taylor tried to smile, though it came out weak. "Sorry," she murmured, squeezing his hand faintly. "Guess I overdid it."

Travis shook his head, though his smile was filled with affection. "You think? Babe, you've got to stop pushing yourself so hard."

The medics stepped back, confirming that she was stable but clearly worn out from the strain she'd put on her body. "She needs rest, fluids, and a break," one of them said, looking at Tree and Travis. "She's been running on fumes for too long."

Tree nodded in agreement. "I'll make sure she takes a few days off, no arguments."

Taylor groaned softly, trying to sit up, but Travis gently pushed her back down. "Nope. You're not moving an inch," he said firmly, though his eyes sparkled with a hint of playfulness. "You're taking a break, and that's final. I'm kidnapping you if I have to."

She laughed weakly, leaning her head back against the pillows they'd provided. "You're bossy."

"Only when you're being stubborn," he shot back, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "I'm serious, Tay. You need to rest. I don't care how many stadiums are waiting for you—you come first. Always."

Taylor's eyes softened as she looked up at him, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I don't deserve you," she whispered.

Travis's expression softened as well. "You deserve the world," he said quietly. "And I'm going to make sure you take care of yourself so you can keep conquering it. But for now, you're going to rest. And I'm not leaving your side."

With that, he settled in next to her, his arm protectively around her as she closed her eyes, finally allowing herself to relax. Taylor knew she'd need to find balance, but with Travis there—steady, strong, and full of love—she felt safe enough to let go, knowing he would catch her every time.