TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Moody

A/N guys i'm so sad my four day weekend is over tomoz :(

oop i haven't updated in a while sorryyyyy

i've only just now discovered 2048 and it's safe to say i'm addicted

i'm really scared for the eras tour to end i think i might die 

just you wait for christmas though he he

I WILL BE SAYING RUBBISH NOT TRASH AND BIN NOT TRASHCAN SO DON'T EVEN TRY

Taylor's POV

It started with the smallest thing. Travis forgot to take the bin out after I'd asked him a few times.

"Travis!" I yelled, louder than necessary.

He came jogging in from the living room, wearing one of his goofy grins. "What's up, babe?"

I pointed dramatically at the bin. "This. This is what's up."

His smile faltered. "Oh, shoot. I was gonna get to it after the game highlights."

"You said that hours ago!" I snapped, crossing my arms.

"Taylor, it's just rubbish—"

That was the wrong thing to say Travis Michael Kelce.

"Just rubbish?" I repeated, my voice going up an octave. "You know what? Forget it. I'll do it myself!"

I grabbed the bag, tying it with a vengeance and stomping toward the door. Travis scrambled to intercept me, his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay! I'll take it out," he said, gently pulling the bag from my hands.

"Don't bother," I muttered, spinning on my heel and heading for the couch.

Travis' POV

I stood there holding the bag and let's just say I fucked up.

Taylor was in one of those moods, the kind where no matter what I said or did, it was going to be the wrong thing. I'd learned enough over the past year to recognise the signs: the sharp tone, the crossed arms, and the way she retreated to the couch like it was her fortress of solitude.

And, of course, the timing lined up perfectly with her period.

I sighed, taking the trash out and mentally preparing myself for the next few days. When I came back inside, she was curled up on the couch with her arms wrapped around a pillow, scrolling through her phone like I didn't exist.

"Hey," I said cautiously, sitting on the armrest near her feet.

She ignored me.

"Do you want tea or something?" I tried.

"No," she muttered, not looking up.

"Chocolate?"

She hesitated, her fingers pausing mid-scroll. I knew I was getting somewhere.

"I might want chocolate," she said finally, her voice softer.

Taylor's POV

As mad as I wanted to stay, the word chocolate melted a little of my resolve. Travis always knew how to navigate these moments, and it annoyed me how good he was at it.

A few minutes later, he reappeared with a bar of my favourite dark chocolate and a heating pad.

"Peace offering," he said, handing me the chocolate and sitting down next to me. He stretched out his legs and pulled me against his side like nothing had happened.

I rolled my eyes but let myself lean into him anyway. "You're annoying."

"You're moody," he shot back, grinning.

I elbowed him lightly in the ribs, but a smile tugged at my lips despite myself.

Travis' POV

Once she had chocolate in her hand and a heating pad on her stomach, Taylor's mood thawed like snow in the sun.

"I'm sorry," she murmured after a while, resting her head on my shoulder. "I didn't mean to snap."

"I know," I said, wrapping an arm around her. "You've got a lot going on in there."

She laughed softly. "Yeah. Hormones are no joke."

"No kidding. It's like a whole other team in there, calling plays I don't understand."

Her laughter turned into full-on giggles, and I couldn't help but join in. Moments like this reminded me why I loved her so much.

"Thanks for putting up with me," she said, looking up at me with those big, honest eyes.

"Always," I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Now, what do you want for dinner? I'm thinking something carb-loaded and comforting."

"Mac and cheese," she said immediately.

"You got it," I replied, already mentally adding extra cheese to the recipe.

Because that's what you do when you love someone—even when they're moody. Especially when they're moody.

A/N GUYS I HAD A HOT CHEETO PIZZA AND IT WAS SO MAGICAL