Tayvis one shots

Team fun

The locker room was filled with the usual post-practice chaos—towels being flung, jokes bouncing around, and the sound of cleats hitting the floor. The guys were winding down, still riding the high of a good practice. But amidst the noise, Travis Kelce was quietly in a rush, packing up his gear faster than usual.

Patrick Mahomes noticed first, eyeing him with a curious grin. "Whoa, whoa, where's the fire, Kelce? Practice ended like five seconds ago, man."

Travis, already halfway out of his locker, froze mid-zip. "Uh, nowhere. Just got... stuff to do."

Patrick raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second. "Stuff to do? You? The guy who usually hangs out here for an hour talking about fantasy football?"

By now, a few of the other guys were listening in, smirking knowingly. "Yo, Kelce, you got a hot date or something?" Chris Jones called from across the room, pulling his jersey over his head. "You've never moved this fast unless there's a cheeseburger involved."

Laughter erupted around the locker room. Travis tried to keep his cool, tugging the strap of his bag over his shoulder. "Nah, man, just gotta run a few errands," he said, his voice a little too casual.

"Errands?" Frank Clark chimed in, winking. "Does 'errands' mean picking up flowers for your lady?"

"Oh yeah," Patrick jumped in with a mischievous grin. "Or maybe rushing off to, I don't know, meet someone special? Who could it be, Trav?"

Now all eyes were on him. Travis kept his head down, fumbling with his water bottle as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "I don't know what y'all are talking about."

His face, however, told a different story. It was starting to turn pink. The guys noticed immediately.

"Oh. My. God," Chris said, pointing at Travis with a wide grin. "You're blushing, dude!"

The locker room exploded in laughter. Travis shifted awkwardly, his cheeks getting even redder as he tried to ignore the onslaught. "Nah, man, it's just hot in here."

"Nah, that's not the heat, bro," Frank cackled, pointing at Travis. "That's love!"

"You're seriously turning red!" Patrick chimed in, howling with laughter. "Who is she, Kelce? You're seeing somebody, aren't you?"

The guys circled in, fully entertained now. "Is it a secret girlfriend? C'mon, man, you can't hide this from us. We're your boys!"

"Yo, is it someone famous?" Chris asked, pretending to be deep in thought. "Is it... Beyoncé?"

The room howled louder.

"Nah, nah," Frank said, pretending to be a detective. "I bet it's someone from the world of music. Travis has been walking around with a little bounce in his step lately. You know that 'I've got a secret' swagger?"

Travis' face was now an undeniable shade of crimson, and he was trying—and failing—to keep his cool. "Guys, it's not—"

"Oh, oh!" Patrick interrupted, eyes wide with fake shock. "Wait, hold up. Is it Taylor Swift?"

The room went silent for a split second, then erupted into chaos. Players were doubling over with laughter, slapping lockers and clapping their hands.

"Swiftie! Kelce's a Swiftie!" someone yelled, causing another round of hysterics.

Travis' ears turned bright red. He could barely get a word in before the teasing continued.

"Man, you know she's writing a song about you already," Chris said, leaning on his locker, struggling to breathe through his laughter. "It's gonna be called 'Tight End, Tight Heart.'"

Frank jumped in, singing dramatically, "'He caught my heart, but he's always on the run, oh, Travis, you're my number one!'"

The guys were practically falling over each other with laughter now, howling at their own ridiculous lyrics.

Travis, shaking his head and trying not to laugh himself, finally broke. "Alright, alright, y'all need to chill."

But this only fueled the fire. "It's true! It's totally Taylor!" Patrick shouted, grinning like a madman. "Dude, you are redder than a Kansas City jersey right now!"

Travis slung his bag over his shoulder, trying to make a break for it, but the guys were relentless.

"Are you guys making friendship bracelets?" one of them yelled as Travis headed for the door.

"Does she call you T-Kelce in her diary?" another chimed in, barely able to get the words out between laughs.

Travis finally reached the door, pausing just long enough to throw them a look over his shoulder. "Y'all are insane. I'm out."

He stepped into the hallway, his face still flushed. But as the door shut behind him, the muffled sound of his teammates' laughter echoed through the locker room.

Travis checked his phone, a smile creeping onto his face. Taylor: Can't wait to see you.

He shook his head, chuckling to himself. The guys had no idea how close they were to the truth.