TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Cheerleader

A/N GUYS IM SO AWFUL AT UPDATING NOW ITS TOO LATE FOR ME TO TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING BUT IM GONNA ANYWAY 

OKAY BUT WHAT HAPPENED AT THE GRAMMYS. I STAYED UP AT CAMP ALL WEEKEND WHICH IS A TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE THAT I WILL BE RETELLING TO BUNNO ON DISCORD WHEN OUR TIMEZONES AND SCHOOL SCHEDULES ALIGN AND HADN'T SLEPT SINCE WEDNESDAY NIGHT ANYWAYS AND STAYED UP ONLY FOR THE WORST SNUBBING OF ALL TIME TO HAPPEN.

okay but short n sweet deluxeeee

i need to update more oftennnnnn but i keep on trying to convince myself i want to make a million new fics which is dangerous for my to do cause i can't commit 

also i'm busy writing a lot rn anyways cause i'm writing a story called strings attached with ella aka 

PLS GO READ ITTT ITS BASICALLY A FIC STARTING IN 2014 WHERE TRAVIS IS TAYLOR'S PRODUCER AND ITS AN AU AND I LOVE IT SM AND WE ALREADY HAVE SO MANY CHAPTERS PLANNED SO GO READ IT OR ILL SHOW UP UNDER YOUR BED AND MAKE YOU WATCH SHOWS IN 2X SPEED (THAT IS ACC WHAT I DO THO I WATCH ALL MY SHOWS INCLUDING GOSSIP GIRL, WATERLOO ROAD AND TRAITORS IN 2X SPEED AND LISTEN TO AUDIOBOOKS AND PODCASTS IN 2X SPEED I THINK I HAVE A PROBLEM)

OFSTED ARE AT MY SCHOOL AND I HAD TO TALK TO THEM ABOUT mAtHs oop

ALSO I THINK @newromantics_23 requested this but im not sure 

acc im not sure if i've posted this before why do i feel like i have 

Taylor's POV

I wasn't the jealous type. Really, I wasn't.

Okay, fine. Maybe I was a little bit of the jealous type, but could you blame me? I was watching my very large, very charming, very hot boyfriend laughing with one of the Kansas City Chiefs' cheerleaders like she was the funniest person he'd ever met. The two of them stood a few feet away from where I was waiting for Travis to finish up his post-practice routine, and as I tapped my fingers against my thigh, I tried very hard to be cool about it.

She touched his arm.

Oh, hell no.

My spine straightened so fast it was a miracle I didn't pull a muscle. That was my man. My 6'5", broad-shouldered, ridiculously charismatic boyfriend. And she was touching his arm like he wasn't already very publicly, very obviously in a committed relationship with me.

I knew I was being ridiculous. He wasn't doing anything wrong. But logic had *never* been my strongest suit when it came to emotions. I was a songwriter, for crying out loud. My entire career was built on *feeling things too deeply*.

Still, I didn't want to cause a scene. I wasn't some insecure girlfriend who couldn't handle her boyfriend talking to other women. I trusted him.

But I also had my limits.

"Hey, Tay, you ready to go?"

Travis' voice snapped me out of my spiral. I blinked, realising that the conversation between him and the cheerleader had ended at some point, and he was now walking toward me with his usual easy smile. I plastered on my best nonchalant expression, crossing my arms as he approached.

"Yeah, sure," I said, tilting my chin up. "Have a nice conversation?"

His brows furrowed slightly, like he wasn't sure what I was getting at. "Uh, yeah? Just catching up with Elena. She's been on the squad for a while."

"Oh, Elena "I repeated, nodding. "Right. Elena."

Travis gave me a look, one I'd seen before—the 'why are you acting weird?' look. I probably should have just let it go, but I'd already committed to this particular brand of pettiness, and I wasn't backing down now.