TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Period Cramp Simulator

A/N sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been busy doing important things like loosing a cheer competition, making taylor on infinite craft and watching waterloo road ngl and the eras tour behind the scenes

bit late but selena is getting engaged ahhhhh

taylor i might take over your position as flower girl hehe

happy birthday to my favourite person in the world (hint: the name rhymes with sailor)

Taylor's POV

The idea wasn't mine, let me make that clear. It all started one lazy Saturday morning when Travis came across a video on his phone of some guy trying a period pain simulator and dramatically writhing on the ground.

"That can't be real," he said, frowning at the screen.

"It's real," I replied from the couch, sipping my coffee. "Welcome to our lives."

"I don't know..." He squinted at the video. "It doesn't look that bad."

I choked on my coffee. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, I'm not saying it's easy or whatever," he backtracked, holding his hands up defensively. "I'm just saying, it's probably like—what? A bad cramp? I've had those after leg day."

"Oh, you poor thing," I deadpanned. "You've really suffered."

His grin turned mischievous. "I could handle it. Easy."

"Alright," I said, setting down my mug. "You're on."

Travis's POV

I wasn't expecting her to actually do anything about it. I thought we were joking. But Taylor being Taylor? She disappeared into the other room and came back fifteen minutes later holding a little device that looked way too much like a medieval torture contraption.

"You own one of these?" I asked, staring at the wires and sticky pads in her hands.

"For science," she said sweetly.

"For revenge," I muttered under my breath.

She sat me down on the couch and started attaching the pads to my abdomen, explaining how the simulator worked. "There are levels," she said, casually clicking buttons on the remote. "One through ten. Ten is like..."

"Like what?" I asked nervously.

"Like the apocalypse," she said, smiling innocently.

Taylor's POV

Watching Travis puff up his chest and prepare for this like it was a playoff game was everything.

"Alright," I said, holding the remote. "Level one. Ready?"

"Do it," he said confidently.

I pressed the button, and his face immediately twitched.

"What was that?" he asked.

"That's level one," I said, barely hiding my smirk.

"Okay, that's nothing," he said, shrugging. "Bring it on."

I pressed for level two.

His eyebrow raised. "Alright, I feel that. It's like... someone's poking me. Not bad, though."

Level three wiped the smirk off his face.

"Oh. Oh, okay," he said, leaning forward a little. "That's... different. Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yup," I said, trying not to laugh.

Travis's POV

By level five, I was rethinking every decision I'd ever made.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I shouted as my stomach muscles seized up like they were trying to escape my body. "Is it supposed to feel like my organs are... twisting?"

"That's the general idea," Taylor said, not even pretending to feel bad.

"Okay, but like... this is halfway?" I gasped, clutching the armrest of the couch.

She just nodded, her eyes twinkling with a level of joy I hadn't seen since her last Grammy win.

"Women go through this every month?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Mhmm."

"And still manage to... do stuff?"

"Mhmm."

I stared at her in awe, sweat dripping down my face. "You're superheroes. All of you. I'm sorry for everything."

"Let's try level six," she said cheerfully.

"NO!"

Taylor's POV

Despite his protests, I pressed the button.

"OH MY GOD!" he yelled, doubling over like he'd just taken a punch to the gut. "TAYLOR! TURN IT OFF!"

I was laughing so hard I nearly dropped the remote.

"Okay, okay," I said, dialing it back to level three. He collapsed onto the couch, groaning.

"You're evil," he muttered, his face buried in a pillow.

"Do you want to stop?" I asked.

He looked at me, his pride clearly battling with his common sense. "No," he said through gritted teeth. "Go to seven."

"You sure?"

"I said do it!"

Travis's POV

Seven was when I saw God.

It wasn't just the pain—it was the way it radiated, like tiny, angry elves stabbing me with pitchforks from the inside.

"Make it stop!" I begged, flailing my arms like a madman.

"You said seven!" Taylor said, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"I TAKE IT BACK!"

She finally turned it off, and I lay there for what felt like hours, trying to remember how to breathe.

"I hate you," I said weakly.

"No, you don't."

She was right, of course.

Taylor's POV

Once he'd recovered, Travis sat up and looked at me with newfound respect.

"Women are incredible," he said solemnly.

"Glad you think so," I said, ruffling his hair. "Now go take out the trash."

He groaned. "You can't milk this forever."

"Wanna bet?" I said, holding up the remote.

He bolted.

And that's how I got a clean house for a week.

A/N what the fuck did i just write

no idea where i got this idea from

any requests babes? xx

congrats to taylor for her early birthday prezzies of like 10 BILLBOARD AWARDS

i like travis now toooooo 
the pics of taylor at children's mercy made me cry like stawp that was adorable