Tayvis One-Shots

catch up

Taylor's POV

The late afternoon sunlight bathed the balcony in a warm glow as the three of us lounged on my outdoor couch, New York City humming softly in the background. A week off from the Eras Tour was a rarity, and I wasn't about to waste it. Sabrina Carpenter and Gracie Abrams, two of my closest friends, were the perfect people to spend it with, especially when wine and catching up were involved.

"So," Sabrina started, setting her glass down and leaning forward with an all-too-familiar glint in her eye. "Taylor, you've been suspiciously quiet about your love life. Spill. Don't think we're not going to talk about Travis."

Me and Travis had only been dating for about a month now, but somehow, we had kept it away from the media. We weren't planning to tell anyone until we were ready, and only our close friends knew.

Gracie, curled up with her mug of tea, giggled. "Yeah, Tay. You've been dropping hints, but we want the real tea."

I groaned, sinking back into the cushions. "Oh my god, you two are relentless."

Sabrina smirked. "Relentless because we care. And because we're nosy."

"Fine," I relented, rolling my eyes. "Yes, Travis and I are seeing each other."

Sabrina gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like she'd just heard the best gossip of her life. "Finally! And...?"

"And what?" I asked, playing dumb.

Sabrina narrowed her eyes. "Oh, don't you 'and what?' me, Taylor Swift. I want details. Is he—" she wiggled her eyebrows- "as big as we all imagine?"

Gracie gasped, her cheeks turning bright red. "Sabrina!"

"What?" Sabrina said, feigning innocence. "I'm asking the questions everyone else is too polite to ask."

I felt my face heat up, but I couldn't help laughing. "You're impossible."

"You love me. Now spill."

I sighed, taking a sip of my wine for courage. "Okay, fine. Yes, he's... um, well-endowed. Happy now?"

Sabrina squealed, clapping her hands together. "I knew it! Football players, man. Built different."

Gracie buried her face in her hands, giggling uncontrollably. "I can't believe we're having this conversation."

"Oh, please, Gracie," Sabrina said, turning to her. "Like you're not curious. But wait, Tay, what's he like in bed? Like, does he know what he's doing, or is it all 'big guy energy' with no finesse?"

I stared at her, half-exasperated, half-amused. "You really have no filter, do you?"

"Nope," she said proudly.

I sighed again, giving in. "He's... amazing, actually. Very attentive. Like, he's the kind of guy who pays attention to every little thing, what you like, how you react. He's..." I trailed off, feeling my cheeks burn.

Sabrina practically melted into the couch. "Ugh, I love that for you. Attentive men are so underrated."

Gracie, still blushing, couldn't help but chime in. "That's so sweet, Tay. You deserve someone like that."

"Okay, enough about me," I said quickly, trying to deflect. "Sabrina, your turn. What's going on in your love life? Barry Keoghan keeping you busy?"

Sabrina grinned mischievously. "Oh, Barry knows how to keep me on my toes, but I'm not going to spill all my secrets."

Gracie, still red-faced, piped up, "Well, you two have been keeping it pretty low-key lately."

Sabrina winked. "We like our privacy, but let's just say, Barry knows how to do more than just act."