TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Sweet Tooth Bitter Words

A/N Not sure how this chapter is gonna turn out but I hope you enjoy xx

I HAVE PE TODAY UGH IT'S GONNA BE FREEZINGGGG
I think I'm gonna save all the requests I got written and any more I get so I can post more frequently rather than like 5 in one day than none for a week lol

oop I haven't done any homework for today 

I don't know what this argument's about as I haven't really written them arguing before but whatever 

Taylor's POV

Late February 2024.

I stood in the bathroom, rubbing moisturiser onto my face when I noticed it—a tiny red bump just beneath my cheekbone, as if it were mocking me. My skin usually cooperated, but there it was, an unwelcome guest. And I only had one person to blame for this and that person was the 6"5 football player laying in my bed. I leaned closer to the mirror, frowning, and the flash of last night hit me: Travis, grinning ear to ear, standing in the kitchen covered in flour and powdered sugar, an assortment of sweets spread across the counters.

It was the off-season, and he'd decided it was the perfect time to indulge. We'd joked about all the things he couldn't eat during the season, and he'd turned it into a personal challenge. When I walked into the kitchen last night, he was surrounded by bowls, spoons, and one particularly massive mixing bowl, looking as if he'd taken on a baking marathon or the Great British Bake Off or something. 

That was supposed to be my job as last time I checked Travis sometimes struggled to make a PB&J sandwich. So, whenever I'm on tour and he's not with me I have to check with Kumar he hasn't burnt the kitchen down or is living off Gatorade and Lunchables or something.

"Is that... a mountain of frosting?" I'd asked, laughing.

"Welcome to Kelce's Candy Wonderland!" he announced, hands on his hips, clearly proud of himself. "I figured I'm off-duty now—might as well embrace it! And you're helping."

The sugar high hit around the third cupcake, which he'd covered with an absurd amount of rainbow sprinkles and whipped cream. I couldn't stop laughing as he handed me a slice of what he'd dubbed "triple-fudge brownie explosion." We were both a mess, covered in crumbs and frosting, the counter looking like a dessert tornado had blown through.

He raised his fork, his eyes twinkling. "Here's to freedom from nutrition plans and cheat days!"

I clinked my fork against his, laughing. "Here's to ridiculous sugar overloads!"

Hours later, when we were both in a full-blown sugar coma, we'd sprawled out on the couch, barely able to move, his arm wrapped around me as we drifted off to sleep in the soft glow of the living room lights.

The sweetness of that memory faded as I snapped back to reality, my eyes narrowing at the tiny pimple in the mirror. I wasn't usually one to worry over a single spot, but there was something else, a little storm cloud hanging over this otherwise sweet memory.

Last night had been amazing—Travis was practically glowing with pride over his ridiculous "feast." But this morning had been... different. Tense.

Travis' POV

This morning, I'd woken up feeling like I'd conquered the world with my makeshift bakery, grinning as I thought about all the sugar-fueled chaos Taylor and I had shared last night. But when I saw her in the kitchen, she looked a little less amused.

"You know," she started, her voice hesitant but serious, "we have a pretty intense schedule coming up. Last night was great, but maybe we shouldn't make a habit of turning the kitchen into a sugar factory."