Tayvis one shots

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Taylor Swift had spent years under the glaring eyes of the world. She'd learned to handle scrutiny, judgment, and gossip with a carefully maintained smile. But tonight, in Kansas City, miles away from the stage and far from the safety of her usual crowd, she felt more exposed than ever. This wasn't an awards show or a concert; this was the first time she would meet Travis's family.

And despite all her experience, all the confidence she could usually summon at will, her hands shook as they pulled up to Jason and Kylie Kelce's house.

"I feel like I'm going to pass out," Taylor admitted with a nervous laugh as she glanced over at Travis. He smiled in that easy way of his, the one that always made her feel like everything was okay—like they were okay, no matter how crazy their worlds were.

"You'll be fine," he said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "They're going to love you. Just be yourself, Tay. That's all you need to do."

She nodded, trying to swallow the doubt that had been bubbling up since they'd boarded the flight. It wasn't just that she was meeting his family—plenty of people had met their partner's family before. It was the fact that she was Taylor Swift, the woman whose name was constantly on magazine covers, who was used to being the subject of rumors and whispers. She'd heard it all before—"too famous," "too complicated," "too much"—and she'd weathered it for years. But Travis's family wasn't just anyone. They were the people who had shaped him, loved him, and protected him long before she entered the picture.

She didn't want to be "too much" for them. She just wanted to be enough.

They stepped out of the car, and Travis's arm slipped around her waist as they approached the front door. Before she could knock, the door swung open, and Jason Kelce's larger-than-life presence filled the entryway.

"T-Swift in the flesh!" Jason boomed with a grin, scooping Taylor up in a bear hug that caught her completely off guard. "Who would've thought my little brother could pull this off, huh?"

Taylor laughed, her nerves easing just slightly. Jason's energy was infectious, and despite his imposing size, he had a way of making people feel instantly welcome. As they stepped inside, Kylie appeared, balancing their youngest daughter on her hip while the older two girls darted around the living room. Kylie offered Taylor a warm smile.

"Taylor! We're so happy to finally meet you," she said, handing the baby off to Jason and pulling Taylor in for a hug. "Make yourself at home. Dinner's almost ready."

Taylor smiled, grateful for the warmth, but she couldn't shake the gnawing unease beneath her skin. She knew how families could be protective, especially when their loved one's life suddenly became intertwined with hers. She hoped that her connection with Travis would transcend the fame and noise that always seemed to follow her.

As the evening went on, they gathered around the dinner table, where the familiar sounds of clinking forks and laughter filled the air. Taylor did her best to blend in, chatting with Jason and Kylie about their daughters, sharing stories about her childhood, and exchanging playful banter with Travis. The girls, with their boundless energy, took a particular liking to her, dragging her away from the table to show her their toys and begging her to sing them a song. Taylor happily obliged, settling into a rhythm where, for a moment, she almost forgot she was a pop superstar. She was just Taylor, laughing with these little girls, teasing Travis for his complete inability to say no to them.

But as dinner wound down and the girls were tucked into bed, Taylor couldn't shake the feeling of not quite fitting in. This was Travis's world—quiet, grounded, a world where family dinners were spent teasing each other and passing the mashed potatoes. It was so different from her own fast-paced, whirlwind existence, where flights and hotel rooms replaced family dinners and the next show was always on the horizon.

After dessert, Taylor excused herself to get some air. She slipped out onto the back porch, letting the cool night breeze brush against her face. It was quiet out here, far away from the flashing lights and endless noise of the city. But the quiet brought her no peace. Instead, it amplified the creeping doubt inside her—the one that whispered that maybe she didn't belong here, that maybe, no matter how much Travis loved her, his family might always see her as an outsider.

As she leaned against the porch railing, staring out into the dark suburban street, voices drifted from the kitchen. She could hear Jason and Kylie, their voices soft but clear enough that she caught snippets of their conversation.

"I just don't know," Jason was saying. "I mean, I like her—she seems sweet. But... I don't see how this works long term. She's Taylor Swift. Her life is so different from ours."

Taylor froze, her heart sinking.

"I know," Kylie agreed, her voice quieter. "I'm just worried Travis is getting in too deep. She's great, but what happens when she gets tired of all this? Of us? I don't think she'll want to stick around in Kansas City when she's used to the whole world being at her feet."

Jason sighed. "Yeah... he's my brother. I just don't want him to get hurt."

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, wrapping around Taylor's heart and squeezing tight. She'd expected skepticism. She knew what it looked like from the outside—her fame, her chaotic life. She understood why they might be concerned, but hearing it spoken aloud, here in Travis's home, felt like a punch to the gut.

She couldn't just brush it off. These were the people who mattered most to Travis, and they didn't believe she would stay.

The door creaked behind her, and Taylor quickly wiped at her eyes, trying to compose herself. Travis stepped out, immediately sensing something was wrong.

"Tay?" His voice was gentle, full of concern. "What's going on?"

She shook her head, not trusting her voice, but Travis wasn't going to let it go. He stepped closer, his hand finding hers. "Talk to me."

"They're worried," Taylor finally whispered, her voice breaking just slightly. "Jason, Kylie... they don't think I belong here. They don't think I'm going to stay."

Travis's face tightened. "What? Who said that?"

"I heard them," she said, her throat tightening as she fought to keep the tears at bay. "They're worried I'm going to get tired of this. Of you. That I'll leave, and you'll get hurt."

Travis's expression darkened with frustration, but it quickly melted into something softer, more tender. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. "Tay, that's not true. They don't know you like I do. They're just protective. They've seen me get hurt before, but this is different. You and me—it's different."

Taylor pulled back slightly, her voice trembling. "But what if they're right, Travis? What if I don't fit into your world? I love you, but I don't know if I'm what they want for you."

Travis's eyes softened, and he gently cupped her face in his hands, brushing a tear away with his thumb. "You are everything I want," he said quietly but firmly. "And I don't care what they think. They'll come around, I promise. But even if they don't right away, that's not going to change how I feel about you."

Taylor looked up at him, her heart heavy with doubt but softened by his words. "I don't want to be the reason there's tension between you and your family."

"There won't be," he assured her, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. "I love you, Tay. That's what matters. They'll see that eventually."

She nodded, but the weight of their words still lingered. It wasn't just about Travis's love—it was about belonging, about finding her place in a world that felt so far from the one she knew. She didn't doubt his feelings, but deep down, she wondered if love alone would be enough to bridge the gap between their worlds.

And as Travis held her there in the quiet Kansas night, Taylor couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever truly be able to belong