Taylor Swift one shots

VMAs Performance

The night was far from over. After Taylor's heartfelt acceptance speech and the whirlwind of applause, the weight of what was coming next began to settle in. Her performance was scheduled for the second half of the VMAs, and while Taylor had performed countless times in her career, something about tonight felt different.

As she sat backstage, the crew moving around her, preparing for the performance, Taylor felt a familiar knot tighten in her stomach. Performing in front of a live audience was one thing, but with her pregnancy and the vulnerability she was feeling tonight, she couldn't shake the nerves.

Her hands absentmindedly rested on her bump as she tried to steady her breathing. Travis had stepped out for a moment to grab her some water, and as she sat alone in the quiet corner of her dressing room, the reality of performing in front of millions hit her all at once. She hadn't done anything quite this high-profile since the baby news became public, and part of her worried about what people would say.

Would they notice if she wasn't moving as fluidly as before? What if she got too tired mid-performance? The thoughts spiraled quickly, and Taylor found herself lost in them.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Travis walked in, holding a bottle of water. His eyes immediately fell on her, noticing the way she was sitting, tense and quiet. He knew her too well not to sense that something was wrong.

"Hey," he said softly, walking over to her and handing her the water. "What's going on?"

Taylor sighed, opening the bottle but not drinking from it just yet. "I don't know, I'm just... I'm scared, I guess." She glanced up at him, her vulnerability clear in her eyes. "It's not like I haven't performed a million times before, but this feels different. I feel different. I don't know if I can do it."

Travis knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in his, his eyes locking onto hers with the same calm, reassuring presence she had come to rely on. "Taylor, you're going to be amazing," he said, his voice full of quiet confidence. "You've done this before, and yeah, things are different now. But different doesn't mean bad. It just means you're doing it with even more strength."

She smiled faintly, feeling the warmth of his words. "I just... what if I don't have the energy? What if people notice I'm not the same as before?"

He shook his head gently, squeezing her hands. "You're not the same, and that's a good thing. You're stronger, and you've got so much more to give. This performance is going to mean more because of everything you've gone through. You've got this. And I'll be right there, watching you every step of the way."

His words washed over her like a soothing balm, easing the tightness in her chest. Taylor took a deep breath, nodding as she let his reassurance sink in. She wasn't alone in this. She never was.

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him softly.

"Always," Travis replied, standing up and helping her to her feet. "Now go out there and show them why you're Taylor Swift."

With one last smile, Taylor took a deep breath and walked toward the stage, her heart still racing but steadied by Travis' presence. As she stepped out into the spotlight, the familiar feeling of performing returned. The stage was where she felt most at home, and despite her nerves, she knew what to do.

The lights dimmed, and the soft opening chords of "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" filled the arena. It was one of her most emotional and raw songs, and as she began to sing, all her fears seemed to melt away. The audience disappeared, the cameras didn't matter—it was just her and the music.

Taylor's voice was steady and strong as she moved through the song, her hands occasionally resting on her bump, a quiet acknowledgment of this new chapter in her life. The performance was intimate, delicate, and powerful all at once, and as she hit the final note, the arena erupted into applause.

She stood there for a moment, catching her breath, the weight of the performance finally lifting. The audience's reaction was overwhelming, and as she glanced out at the crowd, her eyes found Travis, standing in the VIP section with the proudest smile on his face.

She had done it.

Backstage, as she walked off the stage, Taylor was immediately met by her team, but her eyes searched for only one person. Travis was there within seconds, wrapping her in a tight hug, his hand resting protectively on her bump.

"You were incredible," he whispered into her hair.

Taylor leaned into him, her heart still racing from the adrenaline. "I did it," she whispered back, her voice filled with relief.

"You did," he said, pulling back to look at her. "And you blew everyone away."

The rest of the night was a blur of congratulations, interviews, and celebration. By the end of the evening, Taylor had taken home six VMAs, a feat that felt almost surreal. But as they left the venue, hand in hand, trophies in tow, all she could think about was getting home and resting.

The ride home was quiet, the energy of the night finally catching up to them both. When they arrived at their penthouse, Taylor wasted no time slipping out of her heels and changing into something comfortable. Travis followed suit, the exhaustion evident in his movements.

As they climbed into bed, Taylor nestled against Travis, her body finally relaxing after the long day. Her baby bump pressed gently against him as they lay side by side, the night's events slowly fading into the background.

"You did more than just perform tonight," Travis murmured, his voice low and sleepy. "You showed the world who you really are—strong, fearless, and unstoppable."

Taylor smiled, her eyes already drifting closed. "Only because I had you with me," she whispered, her words barely audible as she slipped into sleep.

Travis wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Always," he whispered, before letting sleep claim him too.

And in the quiet of the night, with the world far behind them, Taylor and Travis lay together, their future resting softly between them, ready for whatever came next.