Taylor Swift and Tree Paine Oneshots

Love birds

A/N: This is a really short one bc I don't have much energy bc im still recovering rn. but im bored so i decided to write something. 

It's a wild night of celebration, with Tree, Taylor, Travis, and Drew all together in a cozy, dimly lit living room after an eventful day. Bottles of wine, beer, and whiskey are scattered across the coffee table, everyone feeling the effects of the drinks flowing freely.

Taylor, laughing uncontrollably at one of Travis's terrible jokes, leans heavily into Tree, her arm draped around her shoulders. Tree's cheeks are flushed, eyes bright with tipsy excitement. They've all had way too much to drink at this point.

"Treeee," Taylor slurs, "you're like... my favorite person right now."

Tree giggles. "Taylor, you're... you're amazing!" she blurts out. The two of them burst out laughing again, their faces inches from each other, oblivious to everything around them.

Drew, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, watches the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. Travis, on the other side of the couch, nudges him.

"You seeing this?" Travis chuckles, his speech slightly slurred but still sharp enough to recognize the chaos about to unfold.

"Oh yeah," Drew replies, stifling his laugh. "Bet you ten bucks they kiss."

"Nope, I bet you 20 they full on make out." Travis counter argues.  "Deal, Kelce." 

Before either of them can intervene, Taylor, in her drunken haze, grabs Tree's face and plants a sloppy, enthusiastic kiss on her lips. Tree, equally drunk, leans in, and the two of them start making out without a care in the world. It's messy, uncoordinated, and clearly fueled by the alcohol coursing through their veins.

Drew and Travis exchange a look, both bursting into laughter. "What are we even watching right now?" Drew says, shaking his head.

Travis, trying to catch his breath between laughs, replies, "I have no idea, but you definitly owe me 20 bucks now." 

Drew with a dejected sigh handed travis the money.

The make-out session lasts all of a few more seconds before Taylor pulls away abruptly, giggling and falling back against the couch. Tree follows, nearly toppling over but managing to stay upright. "That was... that was fun," Tree hiccups, trying to focus her blurry eyes on Taylor.

Taylor snorts, her face flushed. "You... you taste like whiskey!"

"Same to you!" Tree laughs.

The night winds down, the drinks start wearing off, and eventually, everyone crashes—Travis and Drew still chuckling about what they've just witnessed.

The Next Morning

Taylor groggily wakes up, her head pounding from the hangover. She rolls over, finding herself still half-wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Tree, equally disoriented, rubs her eyes and sits up, trying to piece together what happened the night before.

Travis is the first to break the silence, grinning from ear to ear as he walks in with a cup of coffee in hand. "Good morning, lovebirds!" he teases, making exaggerated kissy noises.

Taylor, still foggy, frowns. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you know..." Drew pipes in, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, "Just the fact that you and Tree were having a little moment last night."

Taylor's eyes widen in sudden realization. "Wait, we... what?"

Tree, now fully awake, groans. "Oh no... did we?"

Travis and Drew both start laughing again. "Oh, you did," Travis says, grinning wickedly. "Full-on make-out session. And we're never letting you live it down."

Taylor's face turns beet red, hiding behind a pillow. "I need to move to another country."

Tree, half-horrified but also amused, laughs awkwardly. "Well, that's one way to bond."

"Bond?" Drew snickers. "That's one way to start a relationship."

"Oh, shut up!" Taylor mutters, her voice muffled by the pillow as both Travis and Drew continue their teasing.