TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Focus

A/N can you all please go read my other fic which is a celebrity group chat one - if you mainly like my funny ones then you'll like that one xx

can we all agree tis the damn season, evermore, champagne problems, new years day, lover, you are in love, forever winter, the moment i knew, i look in peoples windows, sweet nothing and snow on the beach are all christmas songs

idk when they're supposed to have spent 5 months apart where tay is in tokyo but just imagine and don't ask too many questions alr?

Travis' POV

It was third down, Arrowhead was deafening and in Kansas City, and I was... somewhere else. Somewhere far away. Specifically, I was imagining Taylor's laugh. The one that crinkled her nose just enough to be adorable and set her eyes sparkling like she held some cosmic secret.

"Kelce!" Coach Reid barked from the sidelines, snapping me back to the present. I nodded, signaling I was good to go, but my mind betrayed me.

Five months. Five months since I'd seen her, hugged her, heard her sing something ridiculous while she reorganised her cabinets (again). Five months since she'd been here at one of my games, her cheers blending with the crowd.

Pat called the snap, and I ran my route, but my feet felt heavy. The defence swarmed. I couldn't seem to shake them—not like usual.

We punted. Again.

Jogging back to the bench, I ripped off my helmet, trying to shake the cobwebs out of my brain.

"You good?" Pat asked, handing me some water.

I shrugged. "Yeah, just tired."

Pat gave me a look, the kind that said he knew I was full of it. "Uh-huh. Try focusing on the game instead of whatever's in your head, bro."

"I'm fine," I muttered, not convincing either of us.

Taylor's POV

The time difference between Tokyo and Kansas City was a cruel beast. I'd barely wrapped a press interview when I glanced at my phone to see the Chiefs game was already well underway. A flood of messages from fans who knew I'd be watching greeted me.

I opened the NFL app and saw the score: 14-3. Chiefs losing. Travis wasn't playing like himself, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why.

"Miss Swift, they're ready for you," my assistant called, breaking into my thoughts.

I sighed, tucking my phone away. "Coming."

The truth was, I missed him just as much as he missed me. Five months apart was brutal. And though we FaceTimed almost every night, it wasn't the same as being able to look up from the stands and catch his eye after a touchdown.

Travis's POV

Halftime couldn't come fast enough. I sat on the bench, helmet in my lap, staring at the ground.

"Hey, man," Jason, my brother, said, leaning down to talk. "You've been off all game. What's up?"

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"Don't give me that," he said, crossing his arms. "This is me, remember? Your brother. The guy who used to know when you were hiding Pop-Tarts under your bed."

I cracked a small smile despite myself.

"Is it Taylor?" he asked, lowering his voice.

I nodded. "Five months, man. It's killing me."

Jason sighed. "Look, I get it. But you gotta compartmentalise. The team's counting on you."

"I know, I know," I said, rubbing my face.

"You'll see her soon," Jason added, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "But right now? You're in this huddle. You're in this play. Snap out of it."

Taylor's POV

The game didn't improve much after halftime, and I knew Travis would be beating himself up about it later. My assistant caught me sneaking glances at my phone during a photo shoot and finally asked, "Do you want to call it a day? You're clearly distracted."

I hesitated. There were still commitments to fufil, but... maybe just one quick message?

I grabbed my phone and recorded a video. "Hey, babe. I know the game's probably not going how you wanted, but I just wanted to say I'm proud of you, no matter what. You're my favourite for a reason. Love you."

I sent it before I could overthink it, hoping it might help lift his spirits.

Travis's POV

After the game—another loss—I headed straight to the locker room, ready to bury myself in a cold shower and avoid everyone.

My phone buzzed. It was a video from Taylor.

I hesitated before pressing play, her face filling the screen. That smile, those eyes.

"Hey, babe. I know the game's probably not going how you wanted, but I just wanted to say I'm proud of you, no matter what. You're my favourite for a reason. Love you."

I watched it twice. Then a third time.

The knot in my chest loosened a bit.

I texted her back: I miss you so much. Thanks for this. Call you later?

Her reply came almost instantly: Always.

Taylor's POV

That night, I stayed up way too late on FaceTime with Travis. His smile came back as he told me about the game, his laugh breaking through when I joked about how I could probably coach better than some of the staff.

"Five months is too long," he said softly, his eyes searching mine through the screen.

"It is," I agreed, my heart aching. "But we'll make it work. We always do."

And we would. Because no matter how far apart we were, we were still a team.

A/N ARE YOU PROUD OF ME FOR THE FOOTBALL VOCAB AT THE BEGINNING S
I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT MEANS THO

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merry christmas or christmas eve wherever in the world you are xx