It was supposed to be just another quiet morning.
Tree Paine had come over to Taylor Swift's house to go over some upcoming projects. They were supposed to review schedules for press events, discuss the looming world tour, and get a few last-minute things ironed out before things got even crazier. As Taylor's publicist, Tree always felt like she had a handle on the chaos that was Taylor's life—after all, they'd been working together for years. She knew how Taylor operated. Or so she thought.
But as soon as she stepped through the front door of Taylor's home, she noticed something wasn't right. Taylor was sitting on her plush cream couch, a mug of coffee on the table next to her, scrolling through her phone with her left hand. Nothing unusual there, except for the glaringly obvious fact that her right arm was wrapped in a thick, white cast. It stretched from her hand all the way up to her elbow.
Tree froze in her tracks, her heart leaping into her throat. Why the hell hadn't she been informed about this? Taylor had a broken arm—how could no one have told her? Panic swirled in her mind as a thousand worst-case scenarios ran through her head.
"What the hell happened to you?" Tree blurted out, crossing the room in record time. Her eyes were wide as she practically skidded to a halt in front of Taylor.
Taylor, however, barely looked up from her phone. She was annoyingly nonchalant, as if this—the cast on her arm—was the most normal thing in the world. "Oh, this?" Taylor lifted her casted arm slightly, giving it a casual wave, her expression calm. "I broke my arm yesterday."
"You what?!" Tree's voice came out louder than she intended. Her eyes darted from the cast to Taylor's calm, utterly unaffected face. "You broke your arm? How? Why didn't you call me?!"
Taylor shrugged, completely unfazed. "I fell," she said with a kind of nonchalance that made Tree's head spin. "You know, life happens. Shit like this doesn't really faze me." She set her phone down, finally giving Tree her full attention, though her expression remained as cool and casual as ever.
Tree's jaw dropped. "Doesn't faze you?" she echoed, incredulously. "Taylor, you broke your arm! You've got a world tour coming up! We've got press events, performances, interviews—this is a big deal! You can't just sit there and act like it's nothing!"
Still, Taylor wasn't fazed. She leaned back into the couch, casually crossing her legs as she picked her phone back up and resumed whatever she was doing before Tree had burst in. Her thumb swiped across the screen effortlessly—using her left hand, Tree suddenly realized.
And that's when it hit her.
"Wait... hold on," Tree said, her voice slowing down as she narrowed her eyes. "You're using your left hand like it's nothing. You're typing like it's second nature." Her brow furrowed, the confusion deepening.
Taylor glanced up, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I'm ambidextrous," she said it so simply, like it was just another fact, like telling someone she liked pancakes for breakfast.
Tree blinked, the word processing slowly in her mind. "Ambidextrous?" she repeated, still trying to wrap her head around it. "You mean... you can use both hands? For everything?"
Taylor's smirk turned into a full grin. "Pretty much," she said, her tone light and a little teasing.
"Since when?" Tree demanded, her brain struggling to catch up. "How have I known you for all these years, and you never once mentioned that you're ambidextrous?"
Taylor laughed softly, clearly enjoying Tree's confusion. "I don't know, it just never really came up," she said with a shrug. "Besides, it's kinda fun to keep a few secrets."
Tree stood there, staring at her, utterly dumbfounded. She sank into the armchair opposite Taylor, still processing. "Let me get this straight: You broke your arm yesterday, didn't tell me, and now you're sitting here, completely fine, casually using your other hand as if it's just another day at the office?"
Taylor nodded, the mischievous grin still on her face. "Pretty much."
Tree shook her head, her eyes still wide with disbelief. "You're unbelievable," she muttered, though there was a hint of admiration in her voice now. She couldn't help it—Taylor had a way of doing that. Just when Tree thought she'd seen it all, Taylor would pull something like this out of nowhere.
"Hey, it's not like I wanted to break my arm," Taylor said, her voice light and teasing. "But it's life, right? Shit happens, you roll with it."
Tree stared at her in awe, feeling a mix of exasperation and admiration. "I don't know if I should be impressed or terrified that you're this chill about breaking your arm," she said, running a hand through her hair.
Taylor just laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Why stress over stuff you can't control?" she said with a casual shrug. "Anyway, I'll just write and perform with my left hand for a while. It's no biggie."
Tree raised an eyebrow, still struggling to comprehend just how nonchalant Taylor was about all this. "You're telling me it's no big deal? Taylor, you're going to be playing guitar in front of thousands of people! You have an entire tour to think about. Interviews. Photoshoots. And you're sitting here telling me it's no big deal?"
Taylor smiled, that calm, almost zen-like smile. "Yeah, I've got it covered. Left hand, right hand—doesn't matter."
Tree leaned back in her chair, exhaling a long breath. "I've known you for years, Taylor, and you still manage to surprise me," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "Is there anything else I should know? Are you secretly a pilot? A brain surgeon? A magician?"
Taylor's grin widened. "Now, that would be telling," she said, her voice full of playful mystery.
Tree threw her hands up in mock frustration. "You're like a walking mystery box, I swear."
They both laughed, the tension lifting as Tree began to relax—at least a little. It was hard to stay stressed when Taylor was so effortlessly calm about everything. Sure, she had a broken arm, but Taylor Swift, as always, was handling it like she handled everything else: with grace, humor, and an unshakable confidence that left everyone else around her in awe.
Tree couldn't help but smile as she watched Taylor pick up her notebook and effortlessly start writing lyrics with her left hand. Of course, Taylor would find a way to make even a broken arm seem like no big deal.
"You know," Tree said with a smirk, "you could've saved me a lot of stress if you'd mentioned this little ambidextrous superpower of yours sooner."
Taylor laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Where's the fun in that?"
Tree shook her head, laughing along. "Unbelievable," she muttered again, but this time, it was said with a smile.
Taylor just grinned, and in that moment, Tree knew one thing for sure: Taylor Swift, broken arm or not, was always going to keep her on her toes.
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Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots
Fanfictionjust one-shots of Taylor Swift and Tree Paine and sometimes Travis Requests needed I don't own any of the characters. I only own the plot