Tayvis one shots

Drunk

I had way to much fun writing this ngl

Taylor Swift is at one of her best friend's house parties—maybe Gigi's place—surrounded by laughter, loud music, and plenty of drinks. She's in a great mood, but after a few too many sips of her favorite cocktail, she's feeling bold, happy, and just the right amount of tipsy. At one point, she sneakily slips away from the party to the corner of the living room, where the lighting is dim and cozy.

Pulling out her phone, she bites her lip, grinning mischievously as she scrolls to Travis Kelce's contact. With zero hesitation (and even less coordination), she taps the call button, bringing the phone up to her ear as she hears it ring. She's already giggling before he even picks up.

Finally, Travis answers, and before he can even get a word in, Taylor breathlessly yells, "TRAVIS!" Her voice is a little too loud for the quiet corner she's in, but she's way past the point of caring.

"Hey, babe," Travis says, chuckling at the enthusiasm. "What's up? You having fun?"

Taylor lets out an over-the-top, dramatic sigh, like she's been carrying the weight of the world. "Ughhh, fun? Fun? I mean, it was fun, but then I realized something super important."

Travis is already bracing for it, smiling on his end. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

She pauses for effect, her voice dropping to a serious whisper. "You're not here."

Travis tries to stifle a laugh. "Well, yeah, babe, I'm kind of busy—"

"No, no, no, no," she interrupts, now sounding like she's trying to explain nuclear physics. "Listen. I'm at this super amazing party with, like, cool people. But you know what? YOU'RE not here. And that is a travesty. A TRAVIS-ty." She pauses, proud of herself for the pun, then bursts into a fit of giggles.

Travis laughs, shaking his head. "That's a good one, Tay. I'll give you that."

"I know, right?" she says, still giggling but clearly on a roll. "Like, they think they're cool, but they're not YOU cool. And you know what else?" She doesn't wait for him to answer. "I had to, like, socialize. With... PEOPLE. Like a regular person! Can you believe that?"

Travis, trying to stay composed, responds, "That's rough. You're a true warrior."

"Right?" she says, now leaning against the wall for support. "I deserve a medal or something. And you know, they don't even get my jokes the way you do. I tried to tell them the one about the football and the... the... wait, what was it again?" She laughs again, forgetting her own punchline.

Travis is grinning ear to ear. "Sounds like you're having a blast without me."

"No, Trav, you don't understand," she continues, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "I miss you. And your... your big muscles." She giggles again. "Like, seriously, how do you have so many muscles? Do they just... multiply?"

Travis can't stop laughing now. "Well, I do work out for a living, so..."

"Yeah, well, you're doing something right," she slurs, trying to sound serious. "Because I miss your muscles. And your face. Your muscle face."

"Muscle face?" Travis echoes, trying not to lose it. "I think you might be a little drunk, babe."

Taylor gasps dramatically. "I am NOT drunk! I'm just... emotionally intoxicated by your absence." She pauses for a second, clearly impressed with her own poetic phrasing. "I should write that down."

Travis is laughing so hard now, he has to take a breath. "I think you should. Sounds like the start of a hit song."

"Oh, you're so smart," she sighs dreamily, as if this is the first time she's ever realized it. "This is why I love you. You're smart, you're funny, you've got, like, a million muscles, and... and... wait, what else was I gonna say?"

"Not sure, but you were on a roll," Travis teases.

"Right! I remember! And you're... tall. Like, really tall. You're, like, a tree. I love that. I could climb you like a tree. Did I ever tell you that?" she babbles, her words tumbling out in a rush.

Travis is barely holding it together. "You have now."

Taylor pauses dramatically again. "Do you miss me? Tell me you miss me."

"Of course I miss you, Tay," he replies, his voice warm despite how hard he's laughing. "But it sounds like you're having a good time."

"I am," she says, but then her tone switches to over-the-top wistful, like she's delivering an emotional monologue in a soap opera. "But I could be having the best time if you were here. I miss you so much. You're just so... muscle-y. Did I say that already? You're like... one giant, sexy muscle."

Travis, fully entertained, responds, "Yeah, you mentioned that once or twice."

She sighs, suddenly sounding like she's solved the world's greatest mystery. "You're perfect. Like, I'm at this party with, like, the coolest people. Gigi's here. But you know what I want?"

"What's that?"

"I want McDonald's."

Travis bursts out laughing. "McDonald's?"

"Yeah. A cheeseburger. And some fries. And you. I want you to bring me a cheeseburger," she says matter-of-factly, like it's the most logical thing in the world. "And then we can sit on the couch and watch football or cats on YouTube or something. Doesn't that sound perfect?"

Travis is grinning ear to ear now. "That sounds like a dream night."

Taylor, now fully in her lovey-dovey zone, whispers dramatically, "You. Me. McDonald's. A couch. I love you, Travvy. You're the best thing ever. Better than fries."

Travis, unable to stop laughing, responds, "I'll take that as the highest compliment."

"It is," she says seriously. "Because fries are amazing. And so are you." She pauses, and then adds, "Did I mention I love you?"

"Yeah, you might've mentioned that once or twice," Travis replies, smiling.

"Well, I do," she says, sighing happily into the phone. "Okay, I should probably go. Gigi's looking at me weird because I've been hiding in the corner for like 10 minutes."

"You go have fun, babe," Travis says, still grinning. "I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, but remember... McDonald's. And muscles. And love. Okay, bye!" she says all in one breath, before hanging up and skipping back to the party without a care in the world.