TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

And if they call me a slut

A/N IM IN MY FLOP ERA I ACC GOT ROUND TO UPDATING NOT YOURS AND NOT EVEN MY POOKIES COMMENTED ON IT

my "best friend" is making me go crazy rn she started calling all my music basic saying all taylor swift songs are the same when she only listens to one artist: eminem. and i listen to a vArIaTiOn and just cause there are more swifties in my year then stans and beefing me and it was not very fun. and she's being such a byatch these days and getting mad when i join in on her songs and telling me everyone hates me

ALSO I TOLD HER MY SECRET ABT THIS AND SHE DIDN'T FUCKING CARE

I'M SCARED TO TELL MY OTHER FRIEND THO CAUSE SHE LIKES WRITING AND TAYBRINA SO SHE WOULD LOVE THIS AND I HAVE AN IRRATIONAL FEAR SHE WILL FIND THIS FIC AND ALL MY THOUGHTS IN THESE A/NS AND JUDGE ME EVEN THO SHE DOESN'T HAVE WATTPAD KNOW I HAVE IT OR WHAT IT IS

ANYWAYSSSSS.... 

HERES A ONE SHOT 

IF NO ONE LIKES IT AND COMMENTS ON IT IM CRYING MYSELF TO SLEEP AND NEVER UPDATING AGAIN

I'VE BEEN READING SM WATTPAD FICS I WONDER IF I'M ALLOWED TO ADD THEM TO MY GOAL OF READING 100 BOOK BOOKS THIS YEAR IF THEY HAVE LIKE A 30HR READING TIME I THINK I SHOULD

i need to learn to write longer things

yk what else is long

shut up eve

Travis' POV

I stormed into the locker room, my jaw clenched so tight it could crack. The laughter and chatter from my teammates came to a hush as they caught sight of my expression. I had heard the words—snide remarks about Taylor, the woman I loved, the woman they had no right to talk about.

"What did you just say?" I growled, my voice low but filled with barely contained rage.

One of the rookies, Carter, shifted uncomfortably and tried to laugh it off. "Man, it was just a joke. Relax."

"A joke?" I took a step forward, my towering frame making Carter shrink. "Calling my fiancé a slut is just a joke to you? You think you can disrespect her like that and I'll just let it slide?"

The room fell into an uneasy silence. Even Pat, who usually stepped in to defuse tense situations, chose to remain quiet, recognising the fire in my eyes.

Carter swallowed hard. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just—"

"Just what?" I snapped. "Just locker room talk? Just mindless bullshit? Taylor has more class in her pinky finger than any of you have in your entire bodies. You don't know her, so don't you dare speak her name like that again."

No one moved. No one spoke. The tension was thick, suffocating. Then, without waiting for a response, I shook my head in disgust and stormed out, my cleats clicking against the tile floor.

By the time I got home, my hands were still trembling with frustration. I slammed the front door a little harder than I intended. Taylor, who had been curled up on the couch reading, immediately looked up.

"Trav? What's wrong?" she asked, setting her book down and standing up.

I exhaled, running a hand over my face. "Nothing. Just idiots talking shit in the locker room."

Taylor's brows furrowed. She approached me, placing her hands gently on my forearms. "About what?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to bring that filth into our home, but the anger was still boiling in my veins. "About you," I admitted. "Some rookie thought he could make a joke at your expense."

Taylor sighed. "Trav, you don't have to fight every battle for me."

"Yes, I do," I said fiercely. "Because I love you, and I won't stand for anyone disrespecting you."

A soft smile played at her lips as she cupped my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. "I love you too. And I love that you want to protect me. But you getting all worked up over it just gives them power."

I sighed heavily, leaning into her touch. "I just hate that they think they can say those things about you."

"Let them talk," she murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "The people who matter know who I really am."

I exhaled slowly, the tension in my shoulders finally beginning to ease. "I just—I don't ever want you to feel disrespected."

"I don't," she assured me. "Not when I have you."

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, and let out a deep breath. I still wasn't sure I'd ever be able to ignore the slander, but as long as Taylor was by my side, reminding me of what truly mattered, maybe—just maybe—I could let it go.

For now, though, I was content to hold her, grounding myself in the warmth of the woman I loved.

A/N WHY ARE THESE A/NS THE SAME SIZE OF THE STORY
YOUR GIRL REALLY NEEDS SOME REQUESTS PPLLLLLL
VOTE PLSSS
LOVE YOU 

I HAVE TOO MUCH BEEF WITH RANDOM NFL CHIEFS ROOKIES I MAKE UP IN MY HEAD