TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Swiftmas

A/N my email is eve5930@icloud.com if any of you guys need anything xxx 

i would give my kidney to be able to get a swiftmas gift, be in a music video, go to the eras tour premier or get invited to the secret sessions, actually i'd give my kidney just to see taylor swift not even at a concert or anything just to see her walking down the streets

Taylor's POV

The house smelled like cinnamon, pine, and a little bit of tape adhesive—a sure sign it was Swiftmas season. It was my favourite time of year: not just because of the twinkling lights or the endless supply of peppermint lattes, but because it was the time when I got to give back to the people who had given me so much.

This year, I'd decided to go all out with Swiftmas again. Fans had been sending letters and sharing stories online, and I'd been quietly compiling a list of people to surprise. Personalised gifts, handwritten notes, and boxes packed with love—my way of saying thank you.

But instead of doing it all on my own, I had a team this year. Well, a team of one overgrown football player and two highly unhelpful cats.

"Do we really need 17 different kinds of wrapping paper?" Travis asked, holding up a roll covered in glittery stars.

"Yes," I said firmly. "Each gift has to match the vibe."

He stared at me like I'd just explained quantum physics. "The vibe?"

I pointed to the organised chaos around us: piles of gifts sorted by theme, wrapping paper arranged by aesthetic, and ribbons in every possible shade. "Exactly. Like this one"—I held up a soft blanket with a sun design—"goes in the yellow paper with the gold bow because it's warm and cheerful."

Travis raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. He'd learned better by now.

Travis's POV

I had no idea how Taylor did this every year. The planning, the details, the sheer amount of stuff—it was overwhelming. But watching her work was like watching a Christmas elf on a sugar rush. She was so excited, flitting around the room, humming under her breath and occasionally stopping to pet Olivia or Benjamin, who were sprawled out on the paper like they were supervising the whole operation.

"I think Benjamin's trying to steal that bow," I said, pointing to where the cat was batting at a silver ribbon.

Taylor sighed dramatically. "Benjamin, you're supposed to be helping."

He meowed innocently and flopped onto his back.

"And you," she said, turning to me, "stop standing around and grab some scissors. We have like, 50 more gifts to wrap."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, saluting her.

I grabbed a random gift—a pair of sparkly sneakers—and started wrapping. It wasn't going well.

"Trav, what are you doing?" Taylor asked, staring at the mangled mess of paper I'd taped together.

"Wrapping?" I said, though it came out more like a question.

She burst out laughing. "That's not wrapping. That's... improvisational art."

"Hey, it's the thought that counts," I said defensively.

"Sure it is," she said, still giggling as she fixed my mess.

Taylor's POV

Despite Travis's questionable wrapping skills, he was actually a big help. He carried boxes, fetched supplies, and even wrote a few notes, though his handwriting looked more like chicken scratch.

At one point, I caught him holding a tiny, cat-sized Santa hat and trying to coax Meredith into wearing it.

"Travis, she's going to claw your face off," I warned.

"She's fine," he said confidently, just as Meredith swatted the hat out of his hand and glared at him.

I shook my head. "You're lucky she tolerates you."

"She loves me," he said, grinning. "She's just playing hard to get."

Travis's POV

After hours of wrapping, ribbon tying, and cat wrangling, the living room looked like a Christmas explosion. Gifts were stacked in neat piles, ready to be shipped out, and Taylor was sitting cross-legged on the floor, tying the last bow.

"You did good, Swift," I said, sitting down next to her.

She smiled, her cheeks flushed from all the work. "We did good."

I picked up a small box and turned it over in my hands. "So what's in this one?"

"That one's for a fan who just started college," she said. "It's a journal and some cosy socks. She mentioned she was nervous about being away from home, so I thought it might help her feel a little more grounded."

I nodded, impressed. "You really put so much thought into all of this."

"It's worth it," she said softly. "They've given me so much. This is the least I can do."

Taylor's POV

By the time we were done, it was well past midnight. Travis was sprawled on the couch, half-asleep, while I cleaned up the last bits of ribbon and paper.

"Hey," I said, nudging him gently. "You can go to bed. I'll finish up."

He shook his head. "No way. I'm in this with you."

I smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "You're the best."

"Don't forget it," he mumbled, his eyes already closing.

As I looked around the room—at the stacks of gifts, the glittering lights, and the two cats curled up together—I felt a warm glow in my chest. This was Swiftmas. Not just the gifts, but the love and care behind them. And having Travis by my side made it even sweeter.

"Happy Swiftmas," I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.

Benjamin meowed in response.

A/N what the frigglesticks was thisss

ugh school tomorrow :(
i think i have a german writing assessment and guess who hasn't revised for it...

(hint: it rhymes with tree)

(extra hint: it's me)