TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

tiktoks and teenagers

A/N bit of a basic one but oh well

guys I'm excited for spotify wrapped but I'm terrifieddddd cos I only got a new spotify acc midway through october and i think it stopped counting on halloween so all it's gonna count is when i listened to sign of the times 1000 times in one day cos i was sad lol

i'm totally gonna expose myself when it comes out tho

this was a bit basic sorry

Summary: Wyatt and Eliotte are teenagers in this and mean to Travis

Travis' POV

There's nothing more intimidating than a couple of teenagers who are in the mood to be mean. Wyatt and Elliotte, Kylie and Jason's kids, were the sweetest little girls when they were younger. They used to run up to me yelling, "Uncle Travvy!" like I was some kind of superhero.

But now? Now they're teenagers, and I don't know what happened, but they've discovered sarcasm and a near-lethal sense of humour.

We were all at the Kelce family house for dinner, and I'd made the mistake of joining them in the living room while the adults were in the kitchen.

"Uncle Travis," Wyatt started, her tone as sweet as sugar. Too sweet. "Do you even know what TikTok is, or are you too old for that?"

"I know what TikTok is," I replied, trying to sound casual. "I'm cool."

Elliotte snorted. "No offence, but I don't think anyone over 30 gets to call themselves cool."

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm 34. That's not that old."

Wyatt tilted her head, feigning concern. "Do you have, like, knee problems from all the football? You know, from back in the day?"

"Back in the day?" I repeated, incredulous.

Elliotte nodded solemnly. "It's okay, Uncle Travis. Everyone gets old. You should probably stretch more, though. Mom says it helps."

Taylor's POV

We were all gathered in the kitchen—me, Kylie, Jason, and Donna—when I heard a familiar heavy tread coming our way.

I turned just in time to see Travis walk in, his face a mix of bewilderment and mild defeat.

"Uh-oh," Kylie said, smirking. "What did my daughters do this time?"

Travis sighed dramatically and leaned against the counter like he'd just been through a war. "Your kids are ruthless. They're like teenage assassins, but instead of weapons, they use words."

Jason laughed. "What'd they say now?"

"They called me old," Travis said, crossing his arms. "Said I probably don't know how TikTok works and implied I need to stretch my ancient joints before I fall apart."

Donna chuckled, patting his shoulder. "Oh, honey. Teenagers are brutal. You'll survive."

"I don't know," he said, looking at me with puppy-dog eyes. "I might be permanently scarred."

I walked over and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. "Aw, poor baby. Do you want me to go in there and defend your honour?"

"Please," he said, deadpan. "Tell them I'm cool."

Jason snorted. "Buddy, if you have to get someone to tell them you're cool, you've already lost."

Travis' POV

Taylor's laugh made me feel a little better. She always had this way of making everything seem less dire, even when I was being dramatic.

"Seriously, though," I said, looking at Kylie. "How do you deal with them? They're like tiny versions of you, but meaner."

Kylie shrugged, a proud smile on her face. "I raised them well. They know how to spot weakness."

"That's not comforting," I replied.

Taylor pulled back just enough to look up at me, her hands still resting on my chest. "You know what we need to do?"

"What?"

"We'll stage a comeback. I'll help you figure out TikTok, and then you can dazzle them with your newfound knowledge."

I raised an eyebrow. "You're saying I should fight back with... social media?"

She nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Exactly. Show them that Uncle Travis isn't old—he's iconic."

Donna clapped her hands. "I like this plan!"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Great. Just what the world needs—more Travis on TikTok."

Taylor's POV

Later that evening, armed with a ring light and my phone, I sat Travis down in the living room. Wyatt and Elliotte were still lurking nearby, pretending not to be interested but clearly eavesdropping.

"Okay," I said, holding up my phone. "Let's do a quick dance. Nothing too complicated."

"Quick disclaimer," Travis said, looking directly into the camera. "I'm not responsible for how awesome this is about to be."

Wyatt groaned from the corner. "Oh no, he's actually doing it."

Elliotte facepalmed. "Mom, come get your brother!"

We filmed the video, a mix of goofy moves and genuine effort, and then I posted it with the caption: Uncle Travvy's still got it.

Within minutes, it started getting likes and comments.

Travis' POV

The next morning, Wyatt and Elliotte were eating breakfast when I walked in.

"Good morning, my favorite nieces," I said, grinning.

Wyatt glanced up, her expression begrudgingly impressed. "Your TikTok got a million views."

Elliotte nodded. "It's actually kinda funny."

I gasped, clutching my chest. "Are you saying I'm cool?"

"Let's not get carried away," Wyatt said, rolling her eyes. But she was smiling, and I'll take that as a win.

Taylor walked in, her face lighting up when she saw us. "Told you we'd win them over," she whispered, leaning up to kiss my cheek.

"Yeah," I said, grinning at her. "We make a pretty good team."

A/N I would give my kidney to see Travis do the Renegade