TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Are you ever dreaming about me?

Taylor's POV

Travis is a lot of things: larger-than-life on the football field, an unapologetic foodie, and one of the most charming humans I've ever met. But what most people don't know is that, when he's asleep, he's hilariously unfiltered.

At first, it was just the occasional mutter—mostly about touchdowns, chicken tenders and steak, or the frustration of losing a sock. But somewhere along the way, his sleepy musings shifted to... me.

The first time I heard him mumble my name in his sleep, I thought it was adorable. "Taylor," he'd sighed dreamily, then mumbled something unintelligible about glitter and a dragon. It was sweet, if a little confusing.

But then it kept happening. Night after night, Travis would start talking in his sleep, and more often than not, it was about me. Sometimes it was funny, sometimes it was so heartfelt it made me tear up, and sometimes it was just downright weird.

So, naturally, I started filming it as a good girlfriend would.

Travis' POV

Taylor somehow manages to turn every little thing into a full blown party. There's no such thing as a "small celebration" with her like give her 20 minutes and everyone I know will be coming to a party with a dance floor, glitter and matching outfits. But for our 2nd anniversary we'd decided to keep it to just us two but that didn't mean she wasn't secretly plotting a wine tasting on the moon or something. 

I love that about her, though. She finds meaning in all the little things, and it makes me want to try just as hard. So, when our two-year anniversary started creeping up, I was planning something big—a private dinner, her favourite flowers, maybe even a song if I could get my buddy Postie to help me write it.

What I wasn't expecting was for Taylor to completely outdo me.

Taylor's POV

It took months to compile all the clips. I'd started filming discreetly on my phone, capturing his sleep-talking whenever it happened. Sometimes I'd nudge him just enough to make him stir and start rambling again.

There was the night he dreamed we were at the Super Bowl together:

"Taylor's got the best seats... No, better seats than Beyoncé... Yeah, she's got nachos too."

Or the time he dreamed I was teaching him how to write songs:

"Wait, slow down... Verse, chorus, bridge... What's a bridge? Is it like a football play?"

And then there were the sweet ones, the ones that made my heart ache with love:

"She's so pretty... Like, so pretty. Prettier than the moon. Is that a thing? Moon-pretty? Yeah, she's that."

By the time our anniversary rolled around, I had enough material for a full-blown cinematic masterpiece.

Travis' POV

When Taylor told me she had a surprise for me, I was a little nervous. The last time she surprised me, it involved a choreographed dance she'd secretly learned just to prank me in front of my teammates. I spent weeks hearing, "Hey, Kelce, when's the next dance recital?"

So, yeah, I was bracing myself for something ridiculous.

We were sitting on the couch, a blanket over our laps, when she handed me her phone. "Happy anniversary," she said, her eyes sparkling.

I hit play.

At first, it was just a clip of me lying in bed, snoring softly. "Oh, no," I groaned, already dreading whatever embarrassing thing I was about to see.

But then I heard my voice—sleepy and slurred.

"Taylor... you need more sparkles... All the sparkles."

I froze.

Taylor's POV

His reaction was priceless.

"Wait a second," he said, sitting up straighter. "Is that me?"

I grinned. "Keep watching."

The video transitioned to another clip, this one of him mumbling about how I'd stolen his hoodie.

"She looks better in it anyway," he said in the video, his voice barely audible. "But don't tell her I said that."

The next clip was him dreaming about me playing football:

"Quarterback Taylor Swift... unstoppable... Best arm in the league..."

By the time the video ended with him saying, "I'm the luckiest guy alive," he was staring at me with wide eyes.

"Are you kidding me?" he said, his voice a mix of shock and awe. "You've been filming me this whole time?"

Travis's POV

I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or be completely mortified. On the one hand, I sounded ridiculous. On the other, it was kind of... sweet?

"Why didn't you tell me I talk about you in my sleep?" I asked her, still processing.

She shrugged, her cheeks pink. "I thought it was cute. And then it became a whole... thing."

I looked at her, this woman who somehow managed to make me fall in love with her more every single day, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're insane," I said, pulling her into my arms.

"Maybe," she said, resting her head against my chest. "But you love it."

"Yeah," I admitted, kissing the top of her head. "I really do."

Later that night, as we lay in bed, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "For the record, you really are prettier than the moon."

I laughed, my heart full. "Good to know," I said, closing my eyes.