TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

wise men once read fake news and they believed it

A/N COMING BACK QUICKLY TO WRITE A ONE SHOT BEFORE I HEAD OFF ON A TRIP XXX

SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IF I HAVE TIME AND I'M IN A ROOM WITH SOMEONE WHO I DONT LIKE ILL TRY DO SOME WRITING

THE ALBATROSS REFERENCE FOR THE TITLE WAS KIND OF OUT OF POCKET BUT IM ALSO KIND OF LOVING IT 

I HAVE A TON OF FICS IN MY DRAFTS AND IDK WHICH ONES TO FOCUS ON SO LMK IF YOU'D RATHER

I CONTINUE UPDATING MARRIED OFF TO THE HIGHEST BID MAINLY

I CONTINUE UPDATING NOT YOURS MAINLY

I TRY WRITE MORE THAN ONE FUCKING CHAPTER FOR THE STORIES BEHIND THE SONG FIC

OOPS I FORGOT ABT MOTHER IS MOTHERING 

I UNLEASH MY SHOWER THOUGHTS AND CARRY ON WITH THE CELEB GROUP CHAT THING

WHATEVER I DO I'LL STILL DO ONE SHOTS THO

ORRRRRRR.....

I POST THE START OF MY ROMEO JULIET TYPE FIC WHERE ITS ABT THEIR TWO FAMILIES HAVING BEEF AND STUFF 

I POST MY HIGH SCHOOL AU SCHOOL NIGHTS

I POST MY ONE CALLED BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOLED GIRL WHICH IS ALSO A HIGH SCHOOL AU 

I MAKE A RANTING BOOK

Taylor's POV

The picture was everywhere.

I stared at the grainy, low-quality tabloid photo splashed across my phone screen, my heart sinking into my stomach. It was Travis—my Travis—standing a little too close to some woman outside of a bar. The headline made it worse.

"Caught: Travis Kelce Seen Cozying Up to Mystery Woman in LA While Taylor Swift is Away on Tour!"

I felt sick.

I knew better than to believe everything I read. I had been at the centre of enough fabricated rumours to last a lifetime. But the picture—it showed him leaning in close, smiling, his arm casually resting on the bar beside her. And the worst part? He hadn't told me he was going out that night.

My hands trembled as I locked my phone and set it face-down on the kitchen counter. I didn't know what to think. I wanted to believe him. I did believe him. But that tiny, gnawing voice in the back of my mind whispered, What if?

What if he had gotten caught up in the moment? What if the pressures of dating me, of being scrutinised by the world, had finally made him crack?

What if I had trusted the wrong person—again?

I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a shaky breath. There was only one way to get the truth.

I called him.

He picked up on the second ring. "Hey, baby. You miss me or somethin'?" His voice was warm, casual, like he hadn't just been publicly accused of cheating on me.

"Travis," I said, my voice tight.

His tone immediately changed. "What's wrong?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. "You tell me."

A beat of silence. Then, cautiously, "Tay, what's going on?"

I exhaled sharply, gripping the phone tighter. "I woke up to pictures of you with some woman at a bar last night. There are headlines, Trav. Did you not think that was something I deserved to know about?"

"The hell are you talking about?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused.

I bit my lip, hesitating. I wanted to believe him, but... "You were out last night, right?"

"Yeah, I grabbed drinks with a couple of the guys."

"And this woman?"

He sighed. "Tay, I don't know what picture you saw, but I wasn't 'cozying up' to anyone. Some fan came up to me, asked for a picture, and I leaned in to hear her over the music. That's it. I left right after. I swear on everything, baby. I'd never do that to you."

I hesitated. He sounded so sure. So genuine.

And I wanted so badly to believe him.

Travis' POV

I was fuming.

The second I hung up with Taylor, I pulled up the article myself. And sure enough, there it was—a stupid, misleading picture, twisted into a full-blown cheating scandal.

I threw my phone onto the couch and ran both hands through my hair. This was exactly the kind of thing I had worried about when we first got together. People twisting the truth, feeding lies, trying to ruin what we had.

And worst of all? It had worked.

Taylor had sounded hurt. Uncertain. Like for one second, she thought I might actually betray her.

I grabbed my keys and headed out. I needed to fix this.

Travis' POV

A knock at the door pulled me from my spiral.

I wasn't expecting anyone, but somehow, I already knew.

I opened the door to find Travis standing there, a determined look on his face. Without a word, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

"Tay," he said, voice soft but firm. "Look at me."

I did.

"I don't know how to make this any clearer—I love you. I would never do something like that to you. You are the only woman I want. Do you believe me?"

I searched his face. He looked exhausted, frustrated, but most of all—he looked honest.

The doubt cracked, then crumbled.

I exhaled shakily and nodded. "Yeah. I believe you."

Relief flooded his expression as he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. "I hate that they made you doubt me, even for a second," he murmured into my hair.

I buried my face into his chest, clinging to him. "Me too."

Maybe the world would always find ways to throw chaos at us. Maybe there would always be rumours, always be doubt.

But at the end of the day, I knew the truth.

And that was enough.

A/N THIS WAS SHORT BUT I REALISED I HADN'T UPDATED IN LIKE TEN DAYS SO 

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