Tayvis One-Shots

game day

Taylor's POV

The morning of the game, I woke up to the sound of Travis moving around in the kitchen, the scent of coffee wafting through the house. I stretched, still a little groggy from the late night, and rubbed my eyes before making my way into the bathroom. The excitement was already building, but so were the nerves. It was one thing to go to a Chiefs game, but being there with Travis... it felt like there was a little more on the line.

As I brushed my hair, I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to get into the right headspace. I knew there was no hiding today, if I was going to go, it was going to be in full Chiefs gear. But what exactly should I wear?

I wanted to feel like myself while still embracing the fandom, so I pulled out a red Chiefs hoodie. It was oversized, soft, and perfect for the day. But I wanted to do it right. I grabbed a pair of high-waisted, distressed jeans and slipped into some comfortable, casual sneakers. It wasn't too much, but it was definitely a look that said "I'm here to support my guy." And that felt good.

As I added a subtle touch with a gold necklace—something simple but meaningful—it all started to come together. It wasn't about being flashy; it was about showing my support for Travis in my own way.

I stepped into the bedroom and saw Travis rifling through his game bag, getting ready for the day. He was a picture of focus—every motion deliberate. The guy never stopped thinking about the game, and it was something I admired.

"You ready?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe and watching him.

He turned to me, his face breaking into that goofy grin that always made my heart flutter. "Ready. You?"

"Just deciding what to wear," I said, walking toward the bed where I had laid out my outfit.

"You're gonna look amazing, whatever you pick." He walked over and draped an arm around my shoulders, giving me a tight squeeze.

"I'm going with this," I said, pulling on the hoodie, "Chiefs fan through and through."

His eyes lit up when he saw the hoodie, his lips curving into a smile that made my stomach flip. "That's my girl," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

The stadium was packed, a sea of red and gold jerseys all cheering wildly as the Chiefs took the field. I stood up, clapping as loudly as I could, my Chiefs hoodie pulled snug over my head. This was Travis's world, and I was so proud to be part of it, even from the sidelines.

But the moment I settled into my seat, the weight of being here hit me. It wasn't just the game or the noise, it was the attention. The whispers, the stares, the endless camera phones pointed in my direction. I felt like a spectacle, even though I was trying my best to blend in.

"She's here! Taylor Swift is here!" someone shouted nearby, and I tried to smile as fans began craning their necks to get a better look. My heart started to pound, the familiar edge of anxiety creeping in.

"Hey! Focus on the game!" I called out with a small laugh, trying to deflect the attention. They smiled, thankfully, but the glances kept coming. The noise of the stadium, the clamor of the fans, it was all too much.

The first quarter passed in a blur, and I couldn't tell you a single thing that happened. My eyes kept flicking to Travis on the field, his focus unshakable as he moved like the star he was. I wanted to feel proud, happy to be here supporting him, but the weight on my chest was growing heavier by the second.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in boos. I froze, confused. My eyes darted around, and I realized the boos weren't for the game. They were for me.

"She doesn't belong here!"
"She's ruining football!"
"Go back to your concerts, Taylor!"