TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Grinch

A/N GUYS I REALLY HOPE I CAN GET THE ERAS TOUR BOOK WHEN IT COMES OUT INTERNATIONALLY NOT THIS SUNDAY BUT THE ONE AFTER HAVE ANY OF Y'ALL GOT IT AND IF SO TELL MEEE

I KNOW IN REALITY TRAVIS WOULD BE AS EXCITED FOR XMAS AS A LITTLE KID BUT IT'S FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC

Taylor's POV

"Do we really need all this?"

I looked up from where I was carefully arranging Christmas ornaments on the tree to see Travis standing in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, a sour expression on his face. He looked comically out of place among the twinkling fairy lights, the garlands draped across the mantle, and the giant stockings I'd hung the night before.

"Yes, we do," I said firmly, holding up a sparkly silver ornament. "This one's going right here, next to the reindeer."

Travis groaned. "Taylor, it's not even December yet."

"It's November 30th," I corrected, sticking my tongue out at him. "Which is practically December. And you knew this was coming—you've seen my Christmas playlists."

"You mean the playlists you started blasting on November 1st?"

"Exactly," I said, smiling sweetly.

Travis' POV

Taylor was in full-blown Christmas mode, and it wasn't even December yet. Every surface in the house was covered in some kind of holiday decoration—snow globes, nutcrackers, twinkling lights. There was even a fake Santa hat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Why do we need three trees?" I asked, pointing at the enormous one in the living room and the two smaller ones in the hallway and dining room.

"Because it's festive," Taylor said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Besides, you can help me with the lights on the big one."

"Pass," I said, flopping onto the couch.

Taylor raised an eyebrow at me. "Pass? You're passing on Christmas?"

"I'm not passing on Christmas," I said defensively. "I'm just... not as into it as you are."

"You're being a Grinch," she said, crossing her arms.

"I'm not being a Grinch," I argued. "I just don't think we need to turn the house into a Hallmark movie set."

Taylor's POV

Travis had clearly underestimated my commitment to Christmas cheer. Or Swiftmas or whatever you want to call it.

"Okay, Mr. Grinch," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "If you're going to be a Scrooge about it, maybe you shouldn't enjoy any of the Christmas cookies I'm planning to bake."

He perked up immediately. "Hold on. I didn't say I was anti-cookie."

"No cookies for Grinches," I said, smirking as I hung another ornament on the tree.

He groaned dramatically. "You're weaponizing cookies now?"

"Absolutely," I said with a grin.

Travis' POV

By the time the tree was fully decorated, I'd been roped into stringing lights along the front porch and hauling boxes of decorations up from the basement.

"You're lucky you're cute," I grumbled as Taylor handed me another string of lights.

"And you're lucky I'm not making you dress up as Santa," she shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh no," I said immediately. "That's not happening."

She just hummed, clearly plotting something.

Taylor's POV

Despite all his grumbling, I knew Travis was having more fun than he let on. I caught him humming along to "All I Want for Christmas Is You" while he wrapped lights around the banister, and when he thought I wasn't looking, he snuck a gingerbread cookie off the cooling rack.

"Busted," I said, pointing at him.

"What?" he said, feigning innocence. "It was just sitting there."

"Grinches don't get cookies," I reminded him, but I couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe I'm a reformed Grinch," he said, pulling me into a hug. "Still not sold on the three trees, though."

I rolled my eyes but leaned into him anyway.

Travis' POV

By the time we finished decorating, the house looked like it had been hit by a Christmas tornado. Taylor was practically glowing with pride, and I had to admit—it didn't look half bad.

"Fine," I said, throwing my hands up in defeat. "You win. Christmas is... okay."

"Okay?" Taylor said, laughing. "That's all I get?"

"Okay, it's great," I admitted, pulling her close. "But next year, we're capping it at two trees."

"We'll see," she said, grinning up at me.

I shook my head, knowing full well that next year, we'd probably end up with four trees.

And honestly? I didn't mind.