tayvis ~ invisible string

lazing on a sunday afternoon

a/n i know its not a taylor song the title but if yk the band i love you🙏🙏

Taylor’s Perspective

Mornings like this were rare—quiet, slow, and filled with nothing but soft sunlight streaming through the curtains and the steady rise and fall of Travis’s chest beneath my cheek. Usually, our schedules pulled us in different directions before we even had a chance to enjoy them, but today? Today, the world could wait.

I blinked sleepily, shifting slightly, feeling the weight of his arm draped over my waist. He stirred but didn’t wake, just made a low, content noise and pulled me in closer.

“You’re crushing me,” I mumbled against his bare shoulder, but I didn’t actually mean it.

Travis chuckled, his voice rough with sleep. “You love it.”

And yeah, I did.

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of travel, performances, and him being wrapped up in football, but here, in this moment, we were just us—no stadiums, no screaming fans, no tight schedules. Just Taylor and Travis, tangled up in sheets and sunlight.

“I could stay like this forever,” I whispered, tracing lazy circles on his arm.

His lips pressed to my forehead, and I felt his smile against my skin. “I’m down. Let’s call it—new career plan. Professional cuddlers.”

I laughed, snuggling closer. “I think we’d be too competitive about it.”

“Oh, 100%. I’d dominate. You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm. “You really think you’d beat me at cuddling? Do you know who you’re talking to?”

Travis shifted, his grip tightening as he rolled me onto my back, pinning me beneath him with that cocky grin of his. “I know exactly who I’m talking to, Miss Swift.”

His hair was sticking up in every direction, and there was a sleepy softness to his eyes that made my heart squeeze in my chest. I brushed a hand through the mess of curls, watching as his eyes fluttered shut for a second.

“I win,” I whispered triumphantly.

He opened one eye. “Babe, I let you win.”

I huffed, nudging his shoulder. “Sure you did.”

He grinned, dipping down to press a slow, lingering kiss to my lips.

“Okay,” I murmured when he pulled away, “maybe you win.”

Travis’s Perspective

If there was a better feeling in the world than waking up next to Taylor, I hadn’t found it yet.

She fit perfectly against me, her tiny body curled into mine like we were puzzle pieces that just made sense. It made all the chaos of our lives worth it—the airports, the packed schedules, the late-night FaceTimes when we were in different time zones. Moments like this, they were everything.

Her hair was a wild mess, strands falling across her face, and I brushed them away, tucking them behind her ear.

“I was thinking,” I said, my voice still scratchy with sleep, “we should do nothing today.”

She peeked up at me through half-lidded eyes, and I swear I could see the wheels turning in that genius brain of hers. “Define nothing.”

“No plans. No work. No phones.”

Taylor made a face. “No phones?”

I grinned. “No phones.”

She sighed dramatically, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling like I’d just asked her to give up songwriting. “Fine. But if my phone buzzes, and it’s a text from either Gracie, Ashley, Blake or Abigail saying they're running away to join a circus, I will check it because god knows if i don't stop them, they will.”