tayvis oneshots <3

cross your thoughtless heart

tay is and will always be Taylor Swift The Biggest And Best In The World. the fears that i explore here do not reflect my feelings, this is just, 'what if in some universe taylor feels this way?' ok! enjoy. i quite like this one. ignore potential football clashes.

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Travis sat down on the couch and looked at Taylor in her corner, her legs tucked underneath her, the fireplace flickering a soft glow on her face that accentuated her angelic beauty. She looked perfect, he thought. "Here Tay," he said as he passed her a hot chocolate.

"Thank you baby," she smiled at him.

"I was thinking about how the Grammys are coming up. Hear me out, what if we went together?" Travis grinned.

"Mmm," Taylor narrowed her eyes on the notebook in her hand, twirling a pen in her other. "Hmm. Mhm." She scrunched her eyes shut and clicked her tongue, then looked up at him. "We could also... not do that."

Travis frowned and tilted his head. "What?" he laughed uneasily. "You said a while ago that you'd be keen."

Taylor watched him, her eyes boring into his. Eventually, she sighed and put her attention back to whatever she was writing. She spoke softly, "Yeah, I did. Okay, uh, I can call my stylist on Monday. And Tree. And everyone else," she muttered.

Travis was torn. She was dead tired from a busy day, and he didn't want to make it harder for her. But something in her tone and demeanor meant he couldn't leave this for later. "Did you change your mind?"

"Umm," Taylor kept writing and spoke absentmindedly. "I just sort of haven't thought about it. I guess."

"Alright..." Travis started. He frowned. "What are you writing?"

After some silence, Taylor finally looked up again. "Nothing," she shut her notebook. "Song ideas, maybe. Maybe nothing. Who knows," she smiled softly, in such a manner that gave Travis the option to pretend everything was normal.

"Hey, if you don't want to do the red carpet, that's fine."

Taylor bit her lip and took a breath. "It sounds fun, in theory. I mean, it would probably be fun in reality too. I just... the implications are what I worry about."

"Implications?" Travis began tracing circles on her leg as he listened.

"Well, not implications," Taylor shook her head, contemplative. "The repercussions."

"What, headlines about how sexy we look together?" Travis joked.

"Mmm..." Taylor wasn't laughing. "You know how I feel about doing too much."

"Right," Travis nodded. "I guess I just didn't think it would be that different to being photographed walking into a restaurant. Or, like, you coming onto the field after my games."

"I'm just trying to say..." she looked up for a moment as if she'd stuck cue cards to the ceiling. "Okay, listen, if we broke up, that's all I would be. Your ex. I've spent my whole career trying not to be reduced to 'somebody's ex'. Obviously I've built up a good name by now, but we've been such a duo recently that I think I've taken some steps back. I just don't know if a red carpet appearance would be worth it."

"What?" He took his hand off her knee. "Why are you talking about breaking up?" He asked, sitting up straighter.

"I... What?"

"Are you planning to break up with me? Because..." Travis trailed off and shook his head.

"Of course not! But I-" Taylor groaned and put down her notebook with a thud. "That is not what this is about. I'm just trying to help you see my side. Why aren't you listening to me?"

"Oh, I'm listening to you. I'm hearing you tell me that you've thinking about us breaking up," Travis said, with more contempt than Taylor was used to hearing.

Taylor frowned, equal parts confused and upset. For a small moment, she abandoned her frustration for concern. "Trav, are you okay? Why are you being so defensive? I am not breaking up with you."

"I think you need to look in the mirror or something, because it sounds like you've already decided this isn't worth the trouble. And, for the record, I do not want to be blamed for your career problems when this is over," Travis snapped, locking eyes with her.

Taylor was sure he was expecting her to yell back some rebuttal - maybe throw something. But she sat with her arms crossed, incredulous, biting her lip with unease, eyebrows knit, staring at him. Her silence let his accusation completely envelop them. His words were left dangling in front of their faces, circling them, seeping into the walls, accumulating on the floor.

When it began taking over her lungs, she dropped her arms to her side and nodded. "Okay," she said, or tried to, her whisper cracking. She walked away and would've heard footsteps following in the deafening silence, but there was nothing.

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"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what I said, how I spoke to you, I'm sorry for not noticing how you've been feeling," Travis breathed.

Taylor sighed and looked up at him with a tiny smile. "Thank you for apologising. But Trav, you aren't responsible for knowing how I think and feel all the time. Which is why I was only trying to explain it to you..." she said.

Travis moved slowly towards her, taking in the sight of her reddened eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed. "I know. But I've always prided myself on making sure you're okay," he held her face in his hand so gently, as if afraid to hurt her. "I've been so intent on making sure you that you're not a burden in my life, meanwhile I-"

"Stop," Taylor cut him off. "You are not a burden," Taylor took his hand from her face and gripped onto it, as if to make him physically feel her honesty.

Travis held her hand more softly, and nodded. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. I just got so angry with myself for not seeing the extent of the pressure you're under, so I just clung to the one thing I could to steer the conversation anywhere else." He looked at her intently as he continued, "I never actually thought you were breaking up with me. I'm sorry that I turned it onto you like that. I was an asshole."

Taylor swallowed and patted the spot next to her. Travis turned so he was sitting alongside her. "I can't believe I said that at the end. I regretted it immediately and I didn't know how to act so I just... let you go. I still don't know what to do. It took everything in me to face you right now but I didn't want to leave you alone for any longer."

Taylor laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his arm. "Well I appreciate that," she said softly. "If it's any consolation, it's taking everything in me to not call you a fucking idiot right now."

Travis looked at her and gestured to himself.

Taylor looked up at him and laughed. "You're a fucking idiot."

Travis nodded. "You can say that as many times as you please."

Taylor kept her eyes on him for a little while longer, before placing her head on his shoulder again. "I didn't mean to say that I take issue with us being such a duo. Only in the context of career related events, you know?" Taylor implored.

"Like a red carpet," Travis nodded. "I know that. Or... I know that now. I'm sorry-"

"Okay," Taylor tapped his bicep. "Enough apologising."

Travis smiled and shook his head endearingly. "Fine. What can I do to make this all up to you?"

"Mmm... listen to me next time I try telling you how I feel?"

Taylor spoke with enough lightheartedness that Travis knew it was mostly a joke, but still he felt so embarrassed at how he acted that he knew he wouldn't let himself do that again. "Of course, Tay." He turned and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

Taylor smiled and snuggled up against him. They both needed to get ready for bed, but they knew they might just fall asleep like this and that would be okay.