𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✰ tayvis oneshots

𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

A/N: this is to raise awareness on school shootings, as this has happened recently and a lot of other times as well. My heart goes out to anyone who was impacted by any type of school threat. And I wanna give a big fuck you to anyone who thinks it's okay to make kids feel unsafe where they shouldn't be feeling unsafe, and committing these crimes are not okay, and it truly makes me sick.

Also, the title is based off of a book called 'Run, Hide, Fight back' by a wonderful author called April Henry, you should check her out, and also ty for 21k reads <3

TW: violence, injury

The autumn morning at Westwood High School started like any other. Taylor Swift, the school's beloved English teacher, was standing at the front of her classroom, animatedly discussing To Kill a Mockingbird with her juniors. She had always been known for making literature come alive, and today was no different. Her voice softened as she spoke about courage and empathy, two themes she encouraged her students to understand on a personal level. Her students listened with rapt attention, filling the room with the quiet hum of interest and curiosity.

Across the hallway, Travis Kelce was teaching history to a group of seniors. As both a teacher and the school's football coach, he had a strong presence in the lives of many students, mentoring them in both academics and athletics. His classroom was usually loud and energetic, and today he was recounting tales from World War II, weaving in lessons about resilience and teamwork.

The school day seemed ordinary, but Taylor felt a strange unease as she glanced at the clock. She dismissed the feeling, chalking it up to nerves about the upcoming school board visit, and carried on with her lesson, guiding her students through another passage. But as she turned to write on the whiteboard, a loud, jarring sound broke through the morning calm.

It was the unmistakable crack of a gunshot echoing from somewhere down the hallway.

Taylor froze, her heart pounding, her mind racing to process what she had just heard. Her students looked at her, confusion and fear flashing across their faces. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady, and said, "Everyone, move to the back corner of the room and stay low. Do not make a sound." Her students hurried to obey, their faces pale as they clustered together, clutching each other's hands.

In the room across the hall, Travis heard the same noise and felt a rush of dread. Without a second thought, he closed and locked his classroom door, his gaze sweeping over his students, who were already looking to him for guidance. He motioned for them to move to the farthest corner, his voice calm but commanding. "Stay down, stay quiet," he instructed, trying to keep his own fear from showing. As he moved to the door to check the hallway, he felt a deep, instinctual need to make sure Taylor was okay.

Taylor, meanwhile, had turned off the lights and positioned herself near the door, listening carefully. The hallway was eerily quiet, and every second stretched out, tension tightening her nerves. She could hear her own heartbeat, rapid and unsteady. Just then, she heard footsteps, slow and deliberate, approaching from down the hall. The footsteps stopped right outside her door, and her blood ran cold.

Suddenly, without warning, the shooter fired a series of shots through the classroom door. The noise was deafening, and Taylor instinctively threw herself in front of her students, shielding them as glass shattered and wood splintered around her. She felt a sharp, searing pain in her shoulder as one of the bullets grazed her, but she remained standing, determined to keep her students safe.

Across the hall, Travis heard the shots and his heart dropped. He knew immediately that they had come from Taylor's classroom. Every instinct told him to help, and he didn't hesitate. He instructed his students to stay hidden and slipped quietly into the hallway, his only thought to reach Taylor and her students.

As he approached her classroom, he saw the door riddled with bullet holes, and through the small window, he could make out Taylor, standing protectively in front of her students, blood staining her shoulder. She was pale but steady, her expression unwavering as she shielded her students with her own body.

Travis tapped lightly on the glass, and Taylor turned, relief flashing across her face. She motioned for him to enter, and he carefully opened the door, stepping inside and locking it behind him. The students' faces were filled with both fear and hope as they watched their two teachers, who stood side by side, forming a protective barrier between them and the door.

"Taylor, you're hurt," Travis whispered, concern etched across his face as he noticed the blood seeping through her blouse.

"It's just a graze," she replied, wincing slightly. "We need to keep them safe."

Travis nodded, his focus returning to the door. Outside, they could hear the shooter moving closer again, as if deciding which classroom to target next. Taylor's eyes met Travis's, and they shared a look of determination and silent understanding. Whatever happened, they would protect their students.

They heard more shots ring out in the hallway, and every instinct in them screamed to act. Travis braced himself against the door, ready to use his strength to block any attempt to enter, while Taylor scanned the room, her mind racing for anything they could use to defend themselves and their students.

Just as the shooter reached their door again, police sirens blared in the distance, the sound growing louder as law enforcement arrived on the scene. The shooter seemed to hesitate, realizing that his time was running out. Travis and Taylor exchanged a hopeful glance, silently praying that help would arrive before the gunman could do any more harm.

Outside, officers moved swiftly, securing the building and approaching their classroom. Within minutes, the shooter was apprehended, and the hallway fell into silence once more. Only then did Taylor and Travis allow themselves to relax, their bodies sagging with exhaustion and relief. Taylor's shoulder throbbed, but she forced herself to stay strong, smiling reassuringly at her students, who were still huddled together, their eyes wide with both fear and gratitude.

The paramedics arrived soon after, checking on both teachers and students. Taylor winced as they bandaged her shoulder, but her mind remained focused on her students, ensuring that each of them was safe and unharmed. Travis stayed by her side, his hand resting gently on her uninjured shoulder as a silent show of support.

In the days that followed, word of Taylor and Travis's bravery spread throughout the community. The school held a special assembly to honor them, and parents, students, and colleagues gathered to show their gratitude. The principal gave a heartfelt speech, praising their courage and dedication, and the audience erupted into applause as Taylor and Travis were called to the stage.

Taylor, still wearing a sling for her injured shoulder, stood beside Travis, feeling a mixture of humility and pride. She hadn't acted for recognition, but knowing that she and Travis had been able to protect their students filled her with a profound sense of purpose. She glanced at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, and he gave her a small, reassuring smile.

As they looked out at the sea of faces — their students, their colleagues, and their community — Taylor and Travis knew that they had made a difference. They hadn't just taught their students about courage and resilience; they had shown them what it meant to stand up and protect others, even at great personal risk.

Their bond, already strong, had deepened through their shared experience, and as they walked off the stage together, they knew that they would always be there for each other — and for their students.