TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

plus one

a/n guys lettuce doesn't taste nice

and tomatoes are underrated

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also i spent my well hard earned birthday money on getting my nails done and they're cute ig but i could have done them myself and not wasted money

also it's easter holidays so NO SCHOOL FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS WHICH MEANS I CAN WRITE AND READ

Taylor's POV

There are few universal truths in life.

One: heartbreak sucks.

Two: your ex will always find someone objectively too attractive to be entirely believable.

And three: the only real revenge is living well... and looking hot while doing it.

So when I got the wedding invitation in the mail — ivory cardstock, gold foil, annoyingly tasteful — I did what any self-respecting woman would do.

I stared at it for five minutes straight. Then I dropped it dramatically on the kitchen counter and said out loud to no one, "Oh, come ON."

Calvin was getting married. Not just to anyone, either — to someone who was a hybrid of a swimsuit model and a soft-spoken humanitarian. She was kind. She was smart. She recycled.

So of course, they were tying the knot.

The real kicker? The RSVP card said "Taylor Swift + Guest." Like I was expected to bring someone. Like the entire guest list was betting on whether I'd show up alone.

I could feel it already — the pity smiles, the overly polite small talk, the "how are you doing?" in that tone that meant "we didn't think you'd come."

Hell. No.

I texted Travis before I could talk myself out of it.

TAYLOR: You free Saturday?
TRAVIS: I'm always free for you, why?
TAYLOR: Wanna be my fake boyfriend at my ex's wedding?
TRAVIS: BABY I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK.
TRAVIS: Do I get to stare him down all night or just look hotter than him?

I laughed. A full, head-thrown-back laugh. Only Travis Kelce could make a potential social nightmare feel like a high school prank.

I'd known him for a few months now. A mutual friend had introduced us, and somehow the texting never stopped. We hadn't crossed any lines yet, but we danced near them. Flirted too long. Smiled too wide. I'd caught myself daydreaming more than once about what it would be like if we stopped pretending we weren't into each other.

But this wedding? This was just fake.

Probably.

Travis' POV

I've played in sold-out stadiums. Faced down defensive lines built like brick walls. But the second I read Taylor's text?

My stomach flipped.

Not out of nerves — out of thrill.

I was already half-dressed when she gave me the details. Sharp charcoal suit, black shirt, chain just barely visible. I even got a haircut that morning, just in case she noticed the little things.

When I showed up at her place to pick her up, my jaw dropped.

Taylor Swift, in a navy satin dress that clung in all the right places, with a slit so high it probably needed FAA clearance.

I literally said, "You're gonna ruin this man's marriage before it even starts."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Just be normal."

"Define normal," I said, offering my arm. "Because I feel like looking hotter than every man at this event might be my civic duty."

She swatted my arm but took it anyway.

We were off.

Taylor's POV

He made it so easy.

From the second we arrived, Travis was glued to my side. Every hand at the wedding seemed to reach for mine, but he was already holding it. Every old friend trying to sneak in a subtle, "Are you okay?" was cut off by him kissing my temple and saying things like, "Have you seen how hot she looks tonight?"

Joe looked... fine. A little nervous. A little surprised to see me. He gave me a tight-lipped smile when we locked eyes, and I gave him one right back.

Travis leaned over and whispered, "I've seen statues less stiff than that guy."

I laughed into my champagne.

He kept his arm around me through the ceremony. When the couple kissed, I felt his thumb trace absentminded circles on the back of my hand.

That part wasn't in the fake-date contract.

Neither was the way his eyes flicked down to my lips every time I laughed. Or the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the room, even when someone was trying to talk to him about football stats.

During dinner, someone asked how long we'd been together.

Without missing a beat, Travis said, "Long enough to know I'd do anything for her."

And I almost forgot we were pretending.

Travis's POV

She caught the bouquet.

She caught the damn bouquet.

I don't even know if she meant to, but when it landed in her hands, I saw it: the smallest blush creep across her cheeks, the way her eyes darted to mine.

And I was gone.

Later, we snuck out onto the terrace. It was quiet, moonlight dusting her shoulders. She kicked off her heels and leaned on the railing, exhaling like she'd been holding her breath all night.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "Better than okay."

I stepped closer. "Wanna hear something wild?"

"Always."

"I think I forgot this was supposed to be fake."

She looked up, something shifting in her eyes. "Yeah... me too."

I reached for her hand. No performance, no pretending — just her and me. My heart was thudding like a drumline.

"Taylor, if you let me... I don't want to be the guy who's just a distraction. I want to be the reason you forget every heartbreak."

Her breath caught.

And then she kissed me.

It was soft, slow — but sure. Like we'd both been waiting, and now we didn't have to anymore.

When we finally pulled apart, she smiled, resting her forehead against mine.

"So," she whispered, "does this mean I still owe you a plus-one to something?"

I grinned. "Only if I get to keep being your favourite fake boyfriend."

She smirked. "Who said you were fake?"

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