Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

I didn't know you swear

Tree Paine had known Taylor Swift for over a decade. In that time, she had come to appreciate the many layers of Taylor's personality—the professionalism, the wit, the kindness. But if there was one thing Tree had never associated with Taylor Swift, it was swearing. Outside of her songs, Taylor rarely cursed, keeping her language clean even when venting her frustrations.

So when Tree walked into Taylor's living room one afternoon to hear a loud and very distinct string of expletives coming from her mouth, she nearly dropped her phone.

"God-fucking-damn it!" Taylor blurted, her voice sharp and involuntary as she jerked sharply on the couch. Her hands flew to her head as if she were trying to hold herself still, but her body gave another noticeable twitch. "Fuck!"

Tree froze mid-step, wide-eyed and shocked. Had she really just heard that? Taylor Swift, who only ever swore in carefully crafted song lyrics, was now cussing like a sailor in her own living room? And with such intensity?

"Taylor?" Tree finally asked, her voice cautious. "Are you... okay?"

Taylor, sitting awkwardly on the couch, immediately turned crimson. Her face burned with embarrassment as she realized what had just happened. "Oh my God, Tree," she muttered, pressing her hands to her face in a futile attempt to hide. "I'm so sorry. You weren't supposed to hear that."

Tree blinked, still processing what had just happened. "Uh... I've never heard you swear like that before. Are you okay?"

Taylor sighed heavily, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. She glanced at Tree, cheeks still flushed. "Well, now you have," she mumbled, her voice sheepish. "I... I kind of have Tourette's."

Tree's jaw dropped, her mind scrambling to catch up. "Wait—what? Tourette's? You...? But... I've never noticed..."

"Yeah, because I've gotten pretty good at hiding it," Taylor admitted with a self-deprecating laugh. She looked down at her hands, picking at her nails nervously. "Most of my tics are manageable or easy to suppress in public, but when I'm tired or stressed, they get worse." She gave another involuntary twitch, her shoulder jerking forward, and she winced slightly at the force of it. "And when they come out, well... I swear. A lot. Like a trucker."

Tree couldn't help but let out a startled laugh, though she quickly stifled it, not wanting Taylor to think she was laughing at her. "Wait, so the cursing... that's all part of it?"

"Yup," Taylor said, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "It's called coprolalia—it's one of the vocal tics that some people with Tourette's have. You know me, I don't really swear that much otherwise, but when the tics get bad..." She gestured vaguely, as if to say 'this is what happens.'

"I had no idea," Tree said, shaking her head in disbelief. She sat down on the chair across from Taylor, still trying to wrap her head around the whole thing. "All these years, and I've never seen you tic."

Taylor shrugged. "Like I said, I've gotten good at hiding it, especially when I'm performing or in public. But at home, when I'm tired or under pressure, it's harder to control." She winced again as her arm gave another sudden jerk. "And today's just... not a good day."

"Wow..." Tree's voice trailed off, and then she broke into a grin. "I gotta say, though, hearing you drop the F-bomb like that was... unexpected. I didn't even know you knew that many curse words."

Taylor groaned, burying her face in her hands again. "Don't remind me. I'm so embarrassed."

Tree leaned forward, still smiling. "Oh, come on, Tay. You should hear some of the stuff I've said when I'm stressed. You'd be in good company." She gave a light laugh, trying to ease Taylor's discomfort. "Honestly, I'm just surprised. I've never heard you swear, except in your songs, and even then, it's usually pretty tame."

Taylor peeked out from behind her hands, her lips curling into a reluctant smile. "Yeah, well, the Tourette's version of me has a very colorful vocabulary. Trust me, it's worse when I'm alone."

"Really?" Tree raised an eyebrow, curious. "So, do you just sit around swearing up a storm when no one's around?"

Taylor laughed, her embarrassment starting to fade. "Not exactly. But when the tics get really bad, it kind of feels like my brain just decides to throw out the worst words it can think of."

Tree shook her head, still amused. "I'm honestly impressed you've kept this a secret for so long. How come I never noticed? Have you been hiding it all this time?"

Taylor shrugged, leaning back on the couch, clearly more relaxed now that the initial awkwardness had passed. "I'm good at keeping it under control during interviews, performances, and public events. But it's not easy. Sometimes, after a long day, I'll come home and just—" she paused as her body gave another involuntary jerk, followed by a soft muttered, "shit." She sighed. "There it is again."

Tree chuckled. "Well, you're human, Taylor. And honestly, it's kind of endearing. Even when you're swearing like a sailor."

Taylor groaned, her cheeks flushing once more. "Please don't tell anyone I curse like this."

"Your secret's safe with me," Tree said with a wink. "But just so you know, I'm never going to let you live down that 'God-fucking-damn it.'"

Taylor laughed, shaking her head. "I should've known better than to tic in front of you. You'll never forget it."

"You're right about that," Tree teased, standing up. She looked down at Taylor, who still seemed embarrassed but more at ease now that the truth was out. "But seriously, I'm glad you told me. I'm sure it's not easy dealing with all this on top of everything else you manage."

Taylor gave a small smile. "Thanks, Tree. I was nervous about telling you. I didn't want you to think I was... I don't know, unprofessional or something."

"Taylor, you're one of the most professional people I know," Tree said sincerely. "A few tics and swear words aren't going to change that."

Taylor's smile widened, and she nodded. "Okay, but just know, if I ever randomly yell something completely inappropriate in the middle of a meeting, it's not me—it's the Tourette's."

"Noted," Tree said with a grin. "And hey, if you ever need to vent and let out some curse words, I'm always here."

Taylor laughed. "Thanks, but I think I'll keep the swearing for the tics."

Tree gave her a playful salute. "Suit yourself, but just remember—I'm always up for some colorful language, Tourette's or not."