the stars in your eyes | t.s. one shots

tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

She's tucked beneath linen bedding, naked in his arms. The remains of her makeup are streaky across her skin and the curls placed so meticulously by a hairstylist over twelve hours ago are most certainly starting to fall out. The lights of the hotel room are low and the white dress is strewn on the floor beside a black suit and white button-up.

The man whose arms are wrapped around her shoulders,  legs are entwined with hers, and skin is flush against her own... Travis. Her husband.

The ceremony was perfect. Every last important person in their lives turned up to shower them in love for the day. They danced, they drank, they celebrated. Each and every detail fell into place and it couldn't have gone smoother.

At a quarter after eleven, sufficiently tipsy from the open bar and unable to keep their hands off of each other, the newlyweds bid farewell to the reception and made their way up to their hotel room to spend some time just the two of them before their big day is all over.

An hour later, their eyelids are heavy and the silence of the night is filled with their delirious giggles as they recount the day. From Jason's riot of a best man speech, to the conga line started by Blake and Abi, to Scott's ceremonious burning of his Eagles jersey in the bonfire just before they started roasting s'mores, every bit of it was so perfectly them. It was silly and joyous and filled with love that signals the merging of the Swifts and the Kelces into one family- and more importantly, Taylor and Travis becoming their own family.

"Hey," she says, her voice starting to go raspy from all of the fun she had on what might be the best night of her life. She smiles up at Travis, nearly losing her train of thought as she studies the flecks of color in his eyes.

"Hey, Mrs. Kelce," he says, smiling ear to ear. He squeezes her shoulder, the simple gesture sending a rush of warmth through her veins. "Best day ever."

She twirls her fingers through the hair on his chest and hums in agreement. "Tell me 'bout the first time you came to see me."

She feels his low chuckle against her scalp. He must have told her this story a thousand times... but god, she just loves hearing it.

And he'll never say no to her.

It was a warm July evening in Kansas City. Thousands and thousands of Swifties had flocked into the city for the first evening of the Eras Tour and Travis was sitting at home, really feeling like he should have done more to get tickets.

Most of the guys he played ball with knew about Taylor's music being his not-so-guilty pleasure. When they were taking turns to make playlists for workouts, none of them would ever forget to add on 'Blank Space' or 'Anti-Hero' just so that they could egg him on. He honestly loved it though... and absolutely swore that the synths of 'Karma' would help him to lift a heavier load on weights day.

And yeah, of course, she was beautiful. He'd hardly be a man if he didn't notice that. Any time that anyone asked him who his celebrity crush was, he'd enthusiastically respond with her name.

The fact that he was an unabashed Swiftie was no secret.

It wouldn't have been hard to get into the concert, owning a suite at Arrowhead and all. He doesn't know why he didn't make the proper arrangements back when he should have- and the suite's been sold now. So instead of being at the Eras Tour, Travis was spending his night sitting at home with Taylor's new album on in the background. The one that just came out that very day- Speak Now (Taylor's Version). 

It was right when he was in the middle of feeling sorry for himself, the desolation of 'Last Kiss' in the background, that he got a text from Patrick, absolutely out of the blue.