TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Welcome Home, Superstar

Travis' POV 

Practice was dragging, and I swear every time I checked the clock, only a few seconds had passed. All I could think about was Taylor finally coming home after months on tour. She was landing in a few hours, and I had a whole plan lined up, probably a little over-the-top, but I didn't care. Taylor deserved it.

I already had a vision: a cosy night, just the two of us, where she didn't have to think about crowds, costumes, or choreography. Just home. I'd been itching to get out of here for hours, but I could practically hear Coach's voice in my head telling me to "focus, Kelce," and "finish strong." But man, it was like my brain had already clocked out.

I checked the clock one last time and then sent a quick prayer that no last-minute drills would pop up.

"Hey, Travis!" Pat called out, grinning like he knew exactly where my mind was.

"Yeah?" I replied, trying to play it cool, even though I was already halfway out the door mentally.

"You're dying to get out of here, aren't you?" he teased. "Gotta set up the romantic welcome-home scenario?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Guilty as charged, man. And I'm not even sorry."

He clapped me on the back. "Go make it great. We've got it covered here. Just, you know, don't burn down the house with all the candles I know you're gonna use."

By the time I finally got home, I had my plan down to a science. I started with the essentials: I filled the tub, tossed in one of those lavender bath bombs she liked, and threw in some extra Epsom salts for good measure. I knew that tour life took a toll, and all I wanted was for her to walk in and feel like she could relax.

Once the bath was ready, I moved to the kitchen, pulling out a big bag of her favourite chicken tenders and waffle fries. I threw them in the air fryer, figuring it'd save time and still make 'em crispy—she loved crispy.

I checked my watch again, knowing she'd be here soon, and moved on to the final touches: a stack of all her cosy blankets, her favourite hoodie (that was technically mine) and her well-loved fuzzy socks. I set it all up by the couch and turned on some of her go-to feel-good movies: You've Got Mail, 10 Things I Hate About You, and Clueless. Yeah, I'd watched them all with her enough to know her top three by heart.

Taylor's POV

By the time the car pulled up to my place, I was running on fumes. Tour had been incredible, but it was exhausting. The adrenaline high was amazing, but there's nothing quite like knowing you're coming home to the person who makes everything feel a thousand times better. And that was Travis.

I opened the door, expecting to be greeted by quiet and darkness, but instead, I was hit with the warm, soft scent of lavender wafting down the hallway.

"Travis?" I called, kicking off my shoes.

I heard him from the bathroom. "In here! Welcome home!"

I followed his voice and found him standing by the bath, grinning proudly. The tub was filled with bubbles and soft lavender steam, a small candle flickering on the counter. He held a towel in his hand like he was some kind of five-star spa host.

"Travis," I said, feeling a laugh bubble up. "This is amazing."

"Only the best for the hardest-working woman I know," he said, handing me the towel and leaning in to kiss my forehead. "Take as long as you want. I've got food and movies waiting for you, too."

He had that glint in his eye, the one that said he was up to something, and I couldn't help but grin. I felt a surge of warmth that had nothing to do with the lavender bath. This was home.

Travis' POV

While Taylor soaked in the tub, I made sure the chicken tenders and waffle fries were crispy to perfection. I set them on the coffee table with some honey mustard and ketchup—her favourites. I dimmed the lights, threw a blanket over the couch, and set out all the cosy essentials. Just as I was arranging her fuzzy socks, she padded out of the bathroom in her robe, her hair wrapped up in a towel.

"Oh my gosh, you even made my favourite food," she said, her eyes lighting up as she saw the spread on the table.

"Of course," I said, patting the spot next to me. "Figured you could use a little comfort food after all that glamorous living on the road."

She laughed, curling up beside me and grabbing a chicken tender. "This is perfect. Exactly what I needed."

We sat there, just talking and eating, the sound of You've Got Mail playing softly in the background. I watched her unwind, her shoulders relaxing, her eyes bright with laughter, and I couldn't have asked for a better night.

Taylor's POV

After weeks of busy schedules and constant travel, I couldn't believe how much a night in, chicken tenders, and a movie marathon meant to me. Travis had a way of making everything feel easy, like he'd known all along just what I needed without me having to say a word.

Halfway through 10 Things I Hate About You, he slipped his arm around me, and I sank into his warmth. It felt like we'd carved out a little sanctuary here, a space that was ours alone. I realised how much he'd put into making tonight perfect, just to welcome me back.

"You know," I said, tilting my head to look up at him, "you make coming home feel like an event."

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair off my face. "Good. I want it to be your favourite place to come back to."

I couldn't help the smile spreading across my face as I kissed him, grateful that, despite the chaos and the demands of our worlds, we always had this—each other.

A/N I'm gonna try make sure I have a chapter to post every morning and evening so keep the requests coming xx