TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Overslept

Travis' POV

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the blinding sunlight streaming through my window. The second thing was the screaming alarm clock I had somehow managed to ignore for what seemed like an eternity.

I shot up, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. The screen lit up, and there it was—the time.

10:24 AM

"Oh, no," I groaned.

Practice started at 9:00 a.m.

I bolted upright, stumbling out of bed in my boxers like some half-awake bear trying to remember how to function. My brain was still fuzzy, probably from the whirlwind of the last few days. I'd just flown back from Europe after watching Taylor perform in London from the VIP tent of course. And yeah, maybe I stayed up too late cheering, fangirling (man enough to admit it), and being generally the most supportive boyfriend ever. But still.

Oversleeping at training camp? Rookie move.

Pat's POV

I glanced at the empty field where Travis was supposed to be running routes. Then I turned back to Coach Reid, trying to keep a straight face.

"You think he's stuck in traffic?" I asked, barely suppressing a grin.

Andy just gave me one of those looks—the kind that could stop a linebacker mid-sprint. "Traffic doesn't explain missing an entire hour of practice, Patrick. That would be an old Kelce excuse."

He was right. But I knew exactly where Travis had been the last few days—overseas, living his best life with Taylor Swift. The dude had been sending videos of her show to the team group chat like we weren't fully aware she was a global superstar.

Honestly, I couldn't even be mad. Trav being Trav. 

You gotta love that guy.

Andy's POV

Kelce was late. Very late.

It wasn't often that my star tight end missed practice—he was one of the most reliable guys on the team. But when he wasn't, it usually meant one thing: Travis was being Travis.

"Where is he?" I muttered, glancing at my watch.

Patrick snickered. "Probably still jetlagged from Europe."

"Europe?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he went to see Taylor's show. Sent us, like, 14 videos of her singing last night."

I sighed deeply. "Jetlag from chasing Taylor Swift across the globe. Sounds about right."

Travis' POV

I burst into the locker room like my life depended on it. My hair was a mess, my duffle bag was half-zipped, and I still had pillow creases on my face.

The guys were already back from the field, stretching and laughing. I could feel their stares as I hurried in.

"Trav, you're alive!" Patrick called, grinning at me like he'd been waiting for this moment all morning.

"Barely," I mumbled, slamming my locker open and grabbing my cleats.

"Let me guess." He folded his arms, his grin widening. "Overslept?"

"Jetlag," I muttered, tying my laces furiously.

"Jetlag," Patrick repeated, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. "From flying back from Europe. To watch your girlfriend."

"Don't start," I warned, but he was already in full teasing mode.

"Man, you gotta admire the commitment," Patrick said to the room, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Not every guy would cross an ocean just to scream All Too Well with thousands of fans."

The locker room erupted into laughter.

Andy's POV

When Travis finally jogged onto the field, he looked like he hadn't slept in days—which, judging by his recent travel schedule, was probably accurate.

"Kelce!" I barked.

He jogged up to me, grinning sheepishly. "Coach, I can explain."

"Let me guess," I said, crossing my arms. "Jetlag."

His smile faltered. "Uh... yes?"

I shook my head, fighting the urge to laugh. "Travis, you're lucky you're a generational talent. But I don't care if you were watching Taylor Swift perform the national anthem at the Super Bowl. You miss practice again, and I'm benching you."

"Yes, sir," he said quickly, but I could see the grin tugging at his lips.

"And for the record," I added, lowering my voice, "if you're going to travel halfway across the world, make sure you get a decent night's sleep before showing up here."

"Yes, Coach," he said, nodding earnestly.

I clapped him on the shoulder, shaking my head. "Now get out there."

Travis' POV

By the time practice ended, I was drenched in sweat and barely holding it together, but long story short I survived. Mostly.

Patrick walked up to me, smirking. "So, was it worth it?"

I thought about Taylor's smile when she spotted me in the crowd, the way her voice filled the stadium, and how she hugged me afterward, thanking me for coming.

"Absolutely," I said.

Patrick laughed, shaking his head. "Man, you're down bad"

"Yeah," I admitted, grinning as I grabbed my water bottle. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."  

A/N GUYS I FEEL LIKE DOING A CHAPTER OF TAYLOR AND GRACIE MAKING HWACHAE AT 3AM AND SENDING A DRUNK VIDEO OF IT TO TRAVIS AND PAUL 

I did this request rlly fast I'm so proud of myself

Any more since I'm so slay at them for now...?