Tayvis One-Shots

eras merch (travis's version)

Travis's POV

If anyone had told me I'd be out here modelling Taylor Swift merch in public, I'd have probably laughed in their face. And yet, here I was, walking into the local coffee shop wearing a bright pink Eras Tour hoodie, bold as anything, while people snapped pictures of me, looking around to see if Taylor was following me.

The moment I walked into the café, people looked, eyes widened, and I could almost hear the gasps. Some of them recognised me, running up to get my autograph and ask me questions. I tried to play it cool, chuckling at the cashier like this was just any regular day. "Large coffee, please. Extra cream," I ordered, adjusting the hood over my head and trying to ignore the heat creeping up my neck. I knew Taylor would get a kick out of this.

A few months ago, Taylor started this really stupid tradition that she made me do. Every time we went out, she'd pull out a new piece of her tour merch and hold it up with a twinkle in her eye, daring me to wear it out and about. It'd started off as a joke at first, just a comment while we were lounging at her place. She'd tugged at my old hoodie, gave me this playful little look, and said, "You know, I'd love to see you in something with a little more personality. Maybe a bit more... 'Eras Tour?"

I thought she had been joking but she wasn't. Next time we went out, she forced me into a pair of Tortured Poets Department trackpants and a shirt with her standing behind the Vigilante Shit chair on it.

The coffee was taking forever, and while I waited, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Taylor.

Taylor: Nice hoodie Trav. I saw you walk out of the house when I woke up. You're such a knucklehead. ❤️

I chuckled and quickly typed back.

Travis: Hey, I'm just saying, you might have found my best color. Bright pink is a look, kitten.

Taylor: Take some pictures for me. You look sexy 😏

I snapped a quick selfie, ignoring the stares and giggles from the people around me. I sent it her way, grinning as I hit send.

She replied in seconds.

Taylor: You're a natural. Seriously. This should be a permanent thing.

Travis: Guess I'll just be the merch rep in between games. Maybe we make it official?

She sent back a dozen laughing emojis, and I could practically hear her laugh echoing through the screen. When I finally got my coffee, I noticed a girl in line giving me the kind of wide-eyed look that usually came from spotting Taylor in public.

"Hey," she said shyly. "Sorry to bother, but... can I get a picture? I'm a really big swiftie and Chiefs fan. And I love that hoodie." I laughed, pointing to the Eras Tour logo on the front. "Yeah, my girlfriend has great taste," I said, half-posing. "Sure, let's do it."

She snapped a quick photo, thanked me about three times, and practically floated out of the coffee shop. I was still grinning when I made my way back to my car. I hadn't expected this to be such a thing, but I had to admit, it was kind of fun.

As I got in my truck, my phone rang. Taylor's name lit up the screen, and I picked up with a smile, leaning back in my seat. "You're really committed to this Swiftie life, huh?" she teased the second I answered.

"Well, you know, I've got a reputation to uphold," I replied, glancing down at the hoodie. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm out here setting trends. Guys are going to be showing up to games in bright pink hoodies with Eras Tour logos before we know it."

"Oh, they'd be lucky if they could pull it off like you do," she laughed. "I'm serious, though. You're making every other boyfriend out there look bad." "Guess that just means I'm doing my job," I said, laughing.

She laughed, soft and warm, and I felt that familiar tug in my chest, the kind that always hit me when she was on the other end of the line. We talked for a few minutes longer, until she reminded me of practice, and I had to say goodbye. But I couldn't shake the grin from my face all the way there.

Later that day, after I'd finished practice, I decided to make a quick detour. There was this little shop in the mall that had some great stuff, and I figured if Taylor thought I looked good in her merch, I might as well add a few touches of my own.

I ducked my head as I walked through the mall, not exactly low-key in a bright pink hoodie, and found my way to the department store. I had no idea what I was looking for until I saw a pink Lover themed beanie. I grabbed it, chuckling to myself.

Right next to it were these bright pink, fuzzy socks that I knew would make her laugh. With both in hand, I hit the checkout and made my way over to her place, practically buzzing with excitement. When she opened the door, her eyes went straight to the bag in my hand, her brow quirking up. "What's this?"

"Oh, just a couple of additions for my Swiftie wardrobe," I said, handing her the bag with a smirk. She pulled out the beanie and laughed, holding it up. "Oh, this is so you," she said, feigning seriousness. She saw the socks and burst out in a fit of giggles, giving me a kiss. "This is so stupid." Taylor smiled.

"Someone's gotta set the example," I replied with a grin, plopping the beanie on my head. "How's it look?" She tilted her head, giving me a once-over. "Honestly? Too cute." Then she pointed to the hoodie. "Going to break the internet if you keep this up."

"Good," I said, crossing my arms. "Let 'em see how much I'm all in on this. Besides, not everyone can pull this off." I joked. She laughed, and we spent the next couple of hours just hanging out, talking and joking, while she snapped a few more pictures of me in the merch.

At one point, she put on her own matching Eras Tour hoodie, the two of us taking silly selfies together and cracking up. She got up her socials and opened Instagram. "Can I post it?" She asked me, still giggling. I nodded, and she posted all the photos that she had took of me. By the end of the night, we were curled up on her couch, the TV on in the background as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Thanks for being such a good sport about all this," she murmured, her voice soft. "I know I joke about it a lot, but it means a lot that you don't mind."

I tightened my arm around her, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I don't just 'not mind' Tay. I actually kind of love it. It's like I get to show off that I'm with the most amazing woman in the world, and... well, it's fun. Who else gets to be a professional football player and a Swiftie model all in one?"

She laughed softly, looking up at me. "Your kind of the best, you know that?" I grinned, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "Hey, just doing my part. Besides, it's really fun."

As the night wore on, Taylor grew quiet beside me, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder. The soft hum of the TV filled the room, but I could tell she was fading, her breathing slowing in that way that usually came right before she drifted off.

Just as her eyes were closing, she murmured, barely audible, "Love you." I glanced down, but she was already out, her hand still loosely holding onto the edge of my hoodie. I felt a quiet smile tug at my lips, watching her settle deeper into sleep. "Love you too kitten."

this is probably the stupidest one-shot i've ever written but i'm posting it anyway 😭