Tayvis one shots

Drunk tayvis

It was supposed to be a relaxed night out. Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce were celebrating another Chiefs win with a group of close friends. The plan had been simple: dinner, a few drinks, and maybe some light dancing. But things rarely stayed simple when Taylor and Travis were involved, especially when alcohol was added to the mix.

What started as a few drinks quickly spiraled into a full-on celebration, fueled by Travis's endless energy and Taylor's infectious laughter. Before long, they were the life of the party—Taylor giggling uncontrollably as Travis recounted exaggerated stories of his best plays, reenacting football moves in the middle of the restaurant.

"Babe, babe!" Travis said, swaying slightly as he gripped Taylor's shoulders. "I bet you've never seen anyone run a route like this!" He then stumbled forward, attempting to mimic one of his game-winning catches, only to nearly crash into a waiter carrying a tray of drinks.

Taylor doubled over with laughter, clinging to his arm to keep from falling over herself. "Travis, you're gonna get us kicked out!" she squealed, still laughing.

By the time their friends decided to call it a night, Taylor and Travis were thoroughly tipsy, leaning on each other for support as they made their way to the exit. In typical fashion, neither of them was quite ready to go home.

"We can't end the night yet!" Taylor protested, swaying on her feet. "I wanna dance!"

"Yeah, we're not done!" Travis agreed, punching the air like he'd just scored a touchdown.

That's when Taylor's ever-efficient manager, Tree Paine, who had been keeping a quiet eye on things from a distance, decided to intervene. Tree had seen this side of Taylor a few times before and knew exactly how to handle it. She approached the couple with the no-nonsense demeanor that had earned her a reputation as the woman who could wrangle even the most chaotic of situations.

"Alright, you two," Tree said, crossing her arms, "time to go home."

Taylor turned to her, pouting like a child being told to go to bed early. "But Treeee, we're having so much fun!"

"I can see that," Tree replied dryly, "but you're done. I've already called the car."

Travis, ever the charming one, tried to appeal to Tree's good side. "Tree, come on," he said, throwing an arm around her shoulders (well, more like leaning on her). "We're just celebrating! No harm in that."

Tree looked up at him, unamused. "You've been celebrating for the last three hours. It's time to call it a night, Travis."

Before either of them could protest further, Tree had efficiently shepherded them out of the restaurant and into the waiting car. Taylor, still giggling, slid into the backseat, pulling Travis in after her. As soon as they were inside, Travis wrapped his arms around Taylor and pulled her close, planting a sloppy kiss on her forehead.

"Baaabe," Taylor laughed, her voice muffled as she leaned into his chest. "You're so cuddly."

"You're the best," Travis slurred, squeezing her tighter. "My lucky charm."

Tree sighed, sliding into the front seat. "This is going to be a long ride," she muttered under her breath, already feeling the impending headache of dealing with two drunk lovebirds.

As the car started moving, Taylor and Travis became increasingly lovey-dovey in the backseat. Taylor was draped over Travis, her head resting on his shoulder, while Travis whispered sweet nothings into her ear between bouts of laughter. The driver kept glancing nervously in the rearview mirror, unsure whether to be concerned or amused.

"Travis," Taylor said with a dramatic sigh, "did you know you're like, the biggest teddy bear ever? I'm gonna write a song about you. It's gonna be called 'Tight End Teddy.'"