Tayvis One-Shots

enjoying yourself?

Taylor's POV

The clock on the studio wall reads 2:37 AM. Not that it matters. The concept of time stopped existing about five hours ago when Jack and I cracked open the vault.

I stretch my arms above my head, groaning at the satisfying crack in my spine before sinking back into the couch. "Okay, okay. Play it back one more time."

Jack smirks, fingers flying across the controls, bringing the track to life. The moment the first notes hit, I feel it deep in my bones. My words, my melody, the rawness of it all.

And then my voice kicks in.

We both go still, listening.

It's so Reputation. It's sharp edges and bruised hearts and unapologetic chaos. It's everything I wanted it to be back then, and somehow, it's even better now.

Jack turns to me, eyebrows raised behind his glasses. "Dude. The fans are going to lose their minds when they hear this."

I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers tapping against my knee. "Right? It's actually insane that we didn't put this on the original tracklist. What the hell were we thinking?"

"Big mistake," Jack agrees, shaking his head. "Huge."

We both go quiet again as the chorus hits, louder, bigger than I remembered. I close my eyes and let myself slip back into 2017, back into the mindset I was in when I wrote these words. The anger, the love, the desperation to be understood.

Jack must see it all over my face because when I look at him, his expression softens. "Do you think she would've made the cut? 2017 you?"

I tilt my head, considering. "I don't know. Maybe I wasn't ready for her back then. Maybe she was waiting for now."

He nods, like that makes perfect sense. And in a way, it does.

The track fades out, and the silence in the studio is thick with something electric. We're about to blow people's minds.

Jack leans forward, grinning like a mad scientist. "Okay, but imagine when they hear this one-" He clicks another file, and the intro to the next vault track spills through the speakers.

I practically scream in excitement, grabbing a nearby pillow and throwing it at him. "Oh my god Jack! Everyone's gonna think we're so unhinged!"

He dodges the pillow with ease, cackling. "It's what we do, Swift."

And he's right.

Because this? This is what I live for.

The music. The stories. The thrill of knowing that, in a few months, the whole world is going to hear these songs and feel everything I felt when I wrote them.

And I can't fucking wait.

And then, in the middle of all the chaos, my phone vibrates on the table.

I glance at the screen. Travis ❤️

A warm feeling spreads through my chest before I even open the message.

Travis: How's the evil genius work going? Should I be concerned?

I smirk, thumbs moving fast.

Me: You should always be concerned.

Jack glances over, already reading the text exchange before I even get a chance to hide it. "Tell him we're destroying lives over here."

I huff, typing:

Me: We're making music that's going to ruin people's souls. Hope you're ready for your timeline to be unreadable.