One Shots of Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce

Coffee Spilled Dreams

thought this was cute! also saw travis kelce today  *cue screaming*

I was in a rush, a massive rush. Today was the day I could strike that record deal and finally prove all my bullies back home wrong. So, with a cup of coffee in hand and all my hopes and dreams in the other, I raced through the airport until I bumped into a very solid, tall figure, spilling my coffee all over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, mortified, my eyes darting up to meet a pair of piercing blue ones framed by thick lashes that could make a boy band jealous.

I grabbed the stack of napkins from my purse and started dabbing the guy's shirt.

"You know," He started smirking. "You didn't have to spill coffee all over my shirt to touch me"

My cheeks flushed crimson. "I'm so sorry. I'm just really stressed right now."

"Don't worry about it," the guy said, his voice smooth as silk. He took the napkins from my purse and began to clean his shirt. "I'm Travis."

"Taylor," I replied, still slightly flustered. "I'm running late for my flight. It's in New York. I've got a big meeting with a record label."

Travis's eyes lit up. "No kidding? That's awesome. I've always loved music."

The tension eased as we discussed our love for different genres and artists. Despite the chaos of the airport around them, I felt a strange comfort in his presence. He was easy to talk to.

"What kind of music do you make?" Travis asked, genuinely curious.

"I'm a singer-songwriter, mostly country with a hint of pop," I replied, my voice filled with excitement as I talked about my craft. "I've been playing the guitar since I was a kid. It's like my diary with strings."

Travis nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "That's cool. I'm actually on my way to a college football game. I'm a tight end."

"Oh... you do have a tight end."

Travis chuckled, flexing his bicep playfully. "What can I say? I've got skills both on and off the field. But no, that's my position."

I couldn't help but laugh. His charm was infectious. "So, you're the one catching all the passes?""And breaking a few records along the way," Travis said with a wink. "But enough about me. Tell me more about your music. What's your big dream?"

Before I knew it, we had talked to my gate.

"Well, this is me," I said, checking my ticket.

Travis looked at the board and realized our flights were on the same plane. "Looks like we're both on the same flight. I guess fate wanted us to keep talking."

I couldn't help but smile. "Guess so."

We boarded the plane, and to my surprise, we were seated beside each other.

"Looks like we're destined to keep this conversation going," Travis said with a grin as he settled into his seat.

I chuckled nervously, buckling up. "Yeah, I guess we are. So, tell me about this football game you're playing in."

Travis's eyes lit up as he talked about his team, the strategies they had been working on, and the thrill of playing under the stadium lights. I was drawn into his world, asking questions about the sport I'd never cared much about. His enthusiasm was contagious, and I found myself nodding along, even pretending to understand the complex plays he described.

The conversation flowed easily, switching from music to our families to our favorite movies and TV shows. We discovered a mutual love for "Friends," and before long, we swapped our favorite lines and laughed until our stomachs hurt. It was like we'd known each other for years rather than minutes.

I felt a sense of ease with Travis that I hadn't experienced in a long time. His stories about his teammates' pranks had me in stitches, and I found myself sharing tales of my adventures. The flight seemed to shrink around them, the hours melting away as we swapped stories and playlists on our phones.

As the plane touched down in New York, the reality of our separate lives began to sink in. The cabin lights flickered on, and the steady hum of the aircraft's engines grew louder. My heart raced as I realized our time together was ending. I had a record deal to chase, and Travis had a football game to win.

We gathered our belongings, and as we stood up to deplane, Travis turned to me. "Hey, this is random, but I have a free day before my game. Would you like to grab dinner with me tonight?"My heart skipped a beat. I had rehearsals and meetings planned, but the prospect of spending more time with him was too tempting to pass up. "I'd love to," I said, smiling.

"And that is how I met your grandaddy," I told little Aria, her five-year-old eyes wide with amazement even though I had told her this story a million times (it was her favorite bedtime story). "But what happened next?" she would always ask eagerly.

"Well, I had to go to my meeting first," I began, stroking her hair gently as she snuggled into the blankets. "It was the most nerve-wracking thing I had ever done, but I kept thinking about Travis and how he believed in me. And guess what?"

"You got the record deal!" Aria exclaimed, jumping slightly in her excitement.

"Yup," I chuckled. "And you know what? After the meeting, I had this burst of energy, like I could do anything. So, I called Travis, and we did have dinner."

Travis had picked a cozy Italian restaurant in the heart of the city. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce wafted through the air, and the soft lighting cast a warm glow on his handsome face. He held the door open for me, and his laughter washed over me as we stepped inside.

Over plates of pasta and breadsticks, our conversation grew deeper. We talked about our fears and aspirations, the moments that had shaped us, and the people who had influenced our paths. I shared my insecurities about the music industry, and he spoke candidly about the pressures of college football and the expectations of his burgeoning career.

Our connection grew more robust with each shared laugh and meaningful glance. The world outside the restaurant's walls faded away, and it was just us, two dreamers sharing a table in the heart of the bustling city.

"What about my mommy??" Aria always asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Well," I continued, "Your mommy was born two years after that dinner. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, sweetie. After the meal, Travis walked me back to my hotel. It was cold, but I didn't feel it. We talked about everything under the stars, and I felt he was the only person who truly understood me."Aria would slowly close her eyes, and I would continue the story. Until she was breathing deeply, and I carefully sneaked out of her room and crawled into bed with Trav to continue my decades-long love story