Not the same anon tht asked if you shipped tayden, but could you write a short fic for them? Maybe about one of them going to confess to the other or about them having a sleepover or just hanging out together :3
here's nearly 800 words of tayden emotional hurt/comfort just for you, anon:
It was quiet in the bus save for the occasional whirling of the fan.
The words are out of his mouth before he can even think it through.
That’s how it's always been with him, he guessed that’s how he’s always meant to be. His heart and mouth and body all seem to move faster than what his brain could immediately comprehend, and he’s never hated that part about himself despite what his mother says.
He’s only truly hated it now at this moment.
He hadn’t meant to say anything.
But Taylor’s got her head on his shoulder and she’s been trying to figure out how to solve his rubik's cube for more than thirty minutes, a new record for her, and their proximity makes it impossible to ignore the soft floral undertones in her shampoo.
They’ve been sitting in comfortable silence the whole time, a rare moment for the two loudest members of their ragtag group, and while Aiden’s usual antics entails breaking the silence with a random question or an offer to do something even more fun, and a part of him is surprised with his own contentness.
Maybe it has everything to do with his companion, after all Taylor’s always been a safe space for him to relax and be whoever and whatever he wanted to be. She’s always been the most accepting, always ready to hear him out or go along with whatever crazy scheme his brain manages to concoct at the most random of times.
One way or another, he knows he can trust her with more than just his life.
She’s staring at him now, the brown of her eyes almost looking red in the orange light.
Aiden goes completely still at the urgency in her question, and he panics when he finally musters up enough courage to look at her.
He meets her eyes first and sees concern and uncertainty, and he desperately wants to beat himself up from the moment those six stupid words left his stupid, stupid mouth. She’s closer now, the rubik’s cube momentarily forgotten as her hands hovered the air a few inches next to him like she couldn’t decide if she should make contact or not.
Everything in his brain came to a screeching halt as he realized what he’d just asked her out loud.
‘Would you care if I died?”
Dread fills his stomach and he laughs, short and panicked, for lack of a better answer and because that’s what he always does when he’s gotten himself in a situation he can’t handle. Act like it’s funny, and maybe you can convince the world that it really is just a joke.
There’s an incessant buzzing in his ears and he can feel Taylor’s eyes boring into him as he sits up straighter, running a hand through his newly dyed hair and only getting it more unruly.
“It was a stupid question, Tay.” He coughs out a laugh, desperation turning his stomach into ice. “We should probably head back out to help the others set up.”
“Just forget about it, alright?” He repeats breezily, ignoring the look of hurt on Taylor’s face when he shoulders past her to reach for his hoodie. “I was being an idiot like usual, no need to look so concerned over it.”
“Aiden,” And there’s a note he doesn’t recognize in her voice, mingling with the urgency in her tone like she’s trying to piece metal parts together to make it work. “That wasn’t a stupid question. Of course I would care.”
He tips her face up towards the fairy lights hanging overhead, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as he lets her words sink in until they’ve made a home in his chest.
He laughs again, almost like a sob but mostly like relief, and lets his head fall back until it rests on Taylor’s shoulder.
For a moment, he hears her quiet sigh and in the next moment, the heat of her hand is on his own, their fingers intertwined. Her scarred hands feel nice and warm on his skin, and he chances a glance to see what expression she was making this time.
Her eyes are like flames lapping at burn oak and suddenly he knows. There’s a smile forming at the corner of her mouth and he desperately wants to see her look at him like this for the rest of their lives.
The sky outside the bus is a warm orange mixed with hues of pink and gold, and when he turns to meet Taylor’s eyes again, the world is quiet at last.
