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Just Like Heaven (Taywhora) - Spiritualcramp33

Summary; A'whora had never been one for feelings.She's always kept up a stoic, emotionless facade of sorts - she knew her secrets were safe in the comfort of her dimly-lit bedroom, knew that it wouldn't dare to speak of her tears to anyone else. That any harsh words that left her mouth were left hanging in the air, disintegrating into nothingness if they every tried to crawl through the doorframe and into the open atmosphere. She kept herself to herself, and that was what she knew best.But when lips met, when the glittering green oceans in A'whora's eyes and rich pools of honey that filled Tayce's were welcomed into eachother's arms, mingling together in an gentle symphony, deliciously perfect and passionate and undeniably human, the blonde could feel the walls she'd spent years building crumbling before her very eyes.

A/N; HELLO I AM ALIVE!! and rusty as hell so please don't expect much from this fic LMAO i thought i'd send it in anyways, though! enjoy!

A'whora had never been one for feelings.

She's always kept up a stoic, emotionless facade of sorts - she knew her secrets were safe in the comfort of her dimly-lit bedroom, knew that it wouldn't dare to speak of her tears to anyone else. That any harsh words that left her mouth were left hanging in the air, disintegrating into nothingness if they every tried to crawl through the doorframe and into the open atmosphere. She kept herself to herself, and that was what she knew best.

But when lips met, when the glittering green oceans in A'whora's eyes and rich pools of honey that filled Tayce's were welcomed into eachother's arms, mingling together in an gentle symphony, deliciously perfect and passionate and undeniably human, the blonde could feel the walls she'd spent years building crumbling before her very eyes.

The debris rose from the ground in abundance, seeping into her lungs in a way that made her cough and splutter, but tayce's addictive scent clung to the blinding particles so, despite the tears that pricked at her eyes, she continued to breathe it in like it was some sort of lifeline. perhaps it was.

She found home in the most microscopic of things, in the faint smell of her coconut shampoo, the radiant smile which had burned itself into her memory, her mind melting a little more at each silly grin in a way that set her insides on fire. in the way her voice always held a unique quality - so soft and familiar in a way that had A'whora yearning for it every second that went by when she didn't speak, the silence deafening and overwhelming with the absence of the other's voice.

It was sweet, like strawberries and sugar, and A'whora could almost taste the sweet fruit on her lips - feel it on her tongue as the darker girl spoke, hopelessly clinging to each word in a way that surely made her look as absolutely smitten as she felt. But when Tayce was like this - when she looked like a dream and felt like the comfort of the morning sunshine that filtered through the curtains on the last days of summer, A'whora couldn't care less.

She loved waking up like this, eyelids heavy with sleep as she snuggled into an equally as tired Tayce, drinking in her warmth like she needed it to survive. She liked to think she didn't, but she was sure it made itself known through the affectionate warmth that tinted her face, a light pink dusted across her cheeks. She felt the darker girl's hand on her shoulder, stroking her thumb in a circular motion - it was soothing, something she knew could have A'whora putty in her hands within minutes - and a content sigh slipped from her lips at the domesticity of it all.

They bathed in tranquility, and the morning sun that poured through the window made Tayce's skin look golden, like she'd been smothered in liquid sugar, delightfully sweet, sticky, and warm to the touch, and A'whora thought that maybe when she'd try to move, she'd find herself attached. (She didn't particularly mind the thought, though she knew it was a silly one to entertain.)

She was pulled from her thoughts as a gentle groan rung out from just above her, an indication that her girlfriend had woke up, and she stubbornly wrapped her arms tighter around the brunette, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere they'd made for themselves - a silver spiderweb of quietude, spun with delicate threads of tenderness and vulnerability. It was perfect.

Tayce chuckled, blinked the sleep out of her eye, before lightly shoving the clingy blonde off. A'whora let out a whine of protest that turned the darker girl's insides to mush, but she was cut off by Tayce's groggy voice as she spoke.

"morning, princess"

The words were brimming with affection, punctuated with a yawn as she sat up on the fluffy white bed, and A'whora could feel the girl's eyes on her as she snuggled into the nearest pillow, sulking at the absence in warmth now that Tayce had slipped from her grasp.

"c'mere" A'whora whined, grabbed at the air stubbornly, her voice tainted with sleepiness and ever so slightly slurred, and the brunette let out a huff at the neediness.

Hugging her girlfriend was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever known, while simultaneously feeling like everything at once. She wanted nothing more than to cave - to indulge in the warmth of the one she loved. To soak up every last touch, every last word, to feel it dissolve into her skin like a bathbomb, fizzling and crackling and bubbling up inside her chest until she was sure it would explode, and sparkling bubbles spread throughout her body. It was as if she were malleable, perfectly shaped to fit the space between the blonde's arms.

She thought that, maybe, she'd set in place. And she wondered if A'whora's loving embrace would falter years into the future, or if her arms would still slot around her girlfriends perfectly. Perhaps they'd grow old together like this, that a flowerbed was still a flowerbed no matter how much the petals deteriorated. She didn't like to think about it too much.

"come on, you hound, wake up"

A'whora's retort was humerous and telling (that being a groan of frustration, though it was diluted with liquid endearment, and didn't hold much annoyance behind it). Tayce let out a chuckle, voice smoothed over with generous affection, and her gaze lifted to meet A'whora's waiting one.

Her eyes were a muted green, and speckles of gold bathed in the emerald atmosphere, like a field with the occasional sunflower growing here and there, and she thought that the image described her feelings towards the blonde in a way that words just couldn't - so delicious and soft yet so, so vivid, like the whisps of green grass and delicate yellow petals she often found obscuring her mind.

gentle hands chipped away at the fantasy she often found her mind floating to, slender fingers drifting up her arm with a glittering intimacy - the type that you'd still find around the house days after, sparkling flecks strewn about in a way that made her feelings towards the younger girl all too apparent.

"It's picnic day, you know?" she coaxed.

A'whora shot up comically at the words, becoming visibly animated as she kicked the covers from the bed and sprung to her feet. They'd been having weekly picnics for months now, almost like tradition, and Tayce found A'whora's excitement towards it undeniably adorable. Butterflies erupted in Tayce's stomach at the sight, and she huffed with feigned annoyance, though there was no response from A'whora's end, who had already ran down the hallway (conveniently forgetting about the sleepy act she'd been trying to pull). Amusement swelled in the brunette's chest at the goofiness of it all.

When Tayce finally gathered the few smithereens of motivation she could manage, she sat up from the bed to join her girlfriend in the main room (albeit begrudgingly), footsteps unusually gentle against the worn-down carpet of their bedroom, given how loud Tayce often was.

A pleasant scent invaded her senses, accompanied by a tingly euphoria - coffee. She felt herself smile giddily at it.

Underneath her sour-faced exterior, A'whora was a big fucking softie. Tayce thought her sweetness could effortlessly surpass anything else on this god forsaken planet - even the milkshakes and cakes they often shared on dates, or the sugar-water mixture that her overly-sympathetic girlfriend would leave outside for the tired bees sometimes. She was a breath of fresh air, akin to the wind in more ways than one - loud, sometimes annoying, but Tayce could never bring herself to do anything but turn into mush the second the blonde's green eyes locked with her own.

The subject of her affection stood drowsily at the counter, kettle in hand as she poured hot water into two mugs. Tayce stumbled over to their record player (the one A'whora has bought when she'd discovered the other girl's profound love for vinyls) and rubbed the sleep from her eyes before sliding one of the vinyls out of it's cover and setting it on the player, cautiously lifting the stylus from it's resting place and onto the vinyl.

"i love this one!" A'whora gushed as 'just like heaven' by The Cure began to play, a muffled crackling startling the comfortable atmosphere before the soft tune rang out into the room, quickly lulling Tayce's mind back into tranquility before she could even properly react to the noise.

show me, show me, show me how you do that trick,

the one that makes me scream, she said,

the one that makes me laugh, she said,

threw her arms around my neck.

show me how you do it, and i promise you,

i promise that i'll run away with you,

i'll run away with you.

"it's like this song was made for you" Tayce teased, though an all-too-telling tone cushioned the words, trembling with affection. A'whora just smiled proudly at the overly-mushy comment, the type of smile that had blood roaring in Tayce's ears within seconds, as she handed the brunette a coffee with her favourite mug.

"3 sugars - just how you like it, you crazy hound"

And Tayce knows it wasn't a particularly huge deal that A'whora knew how she liked her coffee - because of course she did - but it brimmed with domesticity, and the brunette thought her heart sang along with the record playing.

She was absolutely smitten.

And A'whora was, too, as much as she tried desperately not to let it show.

But it peaked in small ways, slipping through the cracks of her beaten, worn down armour in ways Tayce never expected it to - through dancing to silly songs at fuck knows what time in the morning, beckoning Tayce to join her while she begrudgingly tells her to piss off. Little things.

In fact, it reminded her of the time before they'd started dating. They'd drawn a set of imaginary lines in the sand with reluctant precision, all neat and tidy despite them being mere figments of their imagination. It was easy, effortless in a way Tayce found a little haunting, to be honest. They were friends, nothing more.

Until fresh waves came crashing down and thunder split the sky into fragments, and suddenly everything became all blurred - like tv static, hissing and spluttering in Tayce's ears in a way she didn't mind nearly as much as she thought she would've.

Her feelings were organised, bundled up snugly with a neat little bow - until this dumb fucking hound of a woman came along and pulled at the ends - manicured fingers working at it with such skill and unwavering attention that Tayce couldn't have surmised, couldn't have predicted, until she was tearing apart at the seams, unravelling under the blonde's gentle touch and warm palms. A'whora peeled away at her layers, scraped at the jagged surface to leave Tayce's vulnerability on full display, all to herself, and Tayce could only spectate, blissfully helpless.

Her touch was so loving, so tangable yet concurrently felt distant, as if reality was an afterthought in the flurry of emotion.

The brunette didn't allow herself to show weakness very frequently, though. Some words were better left unspoken, she determined rather stubbornly, some tears better left unshed. She rejected anything that posed as a threat to the fragile yet addictive ignorance she'd engulfed herself with - despised it, even.

but as she sat sipping her coffee, with her beautiful girlfriend by her side, and her favourite love song humming in the background, she decided that it'd be okay.

and it was.

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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You Know How They Say I Only Have Eyes for You? (Taywhora) - Spiritualcramp33

summary: WOOOO!! this is my first time uploading a fic here, so i hope you like it! I've been super obsessed with Taywhora recently and i have so many ideas, so hopefully you'll hear from me again soon^^

A'whora didn't know what the fuck was going on, and she couldn't find it in herself to care, either.

They'd been on a night out, but most of their friends had called cabs and left, leaving her and Tayce alone. They seemed to do that a lot, and perhaps it was intentional - it seemed as much, if Bimini's knowing smirk and snarky comments as they said their goodbyes were anything to go off of.

They'd ended up outside, A'whora being sat on the old, slightly deteriorated wooden bench just next to the pub's door, and her flatmate stood nearby having a smoke. She'd offered A'whora one, too, but she was sure that a combination of nicotine and alcohol would prove unhelpful to the hangover she was going to feel tomorrow morning.

A sound akin to tv static rung in her ears, and she watched as Tayce took a drag from her cigarette, and found herself a little too enticed by the way the smoke dissolved into the cold night as it seeped from her lips. They were slightly parted, and A'whora felt a pang of shame course through her veins at how kissable they looked.

As the smoke curled into the air, she could feel it fogging her brain - crawling into every crevice of her mind, embedding itself in her memory though A'whora tried so hard not to let it phase her. There was something about her friend that just felt so different, so unfamiliar yet so safe.

The sky was painted a deep and lifeless blue with no sign of even a single star, but A'whora took one dive into Tayce's eyes and figured that maybe she'd stolen them. They were glacial galaxies, clouds of emotion swirling around in a way that made it all too easy to read her thoughts, and there was a certain twinkle scattered throughout that looked like accidental flicks of white paint.

She thought, though, that nothing about the way the darker woman was made was accidental - she was absolutely ethereal in a way that made A'whora believe that she'd been hand crafted by the finest, a simple heaven consisting of a faint vanilla scent and strawberry chapstick and everything good in the world.

She knew her adoration was smothered all over her face - in her eyes, her smile, the crimson tint dusted across her usually pale cheeks - but she was tipsy on rum and coke and giddy on dumb romance, and with the way her thumped in her chest, she didn't think she could hide it if she tried.

She had to admit it stung, though - the affection seemed painfully unrequited. Sure, Tayce would laugh at A'whora's jokes, and sometimes on nights out they'd share a kiss or two, and sometimes she'd get all touchy in a way that she didn't with anyone else. But she reckoned those were just platonic, friendly things.

right?

"what're you thinking about, boo?"

Tayce's voice shattered the fragile fantasy she'd (once again) found herself indulging in, and the cold air of reality hit for the first time in forever, though it'd probably been around 7 minutes. She blinked away the remaining fragments of the thoughts that plagued her mind and thought of an appropriate reply that wouldn't be a blatant confession of her feelings.

"it's not like it matters"

Well. If A'whora planned on keeping it cool then she'd just fucked it right up, hadn't she? Smashed a bloody gaping hole into her stoic armour, her own voice so rich in vulnerability that it caused her to repress a shiver.

"'course it matters, rory. what's up?"

She let out a jagged breath at the pure concern in the other girl's voice - the words sounded as if they were coated in golden honey, pronounced in a way that could have her a puddle on the floor within minutes, but they were laced with such unwavering affection that A'whora was sure her blush was visible from a mile away.

If Tayce noticed, though, she didn't say anything. She simply watched, her gentle gaze analysing the blonde infront of her in a way that made A'whora sink back into her coat with insecurity.

"i don't know...I'm just-" her breath hitched. There were thousands of words to choose from, and she wanted to say all of them, yet every one she tried to say seemed to die in her throat. It felt as if her blood had turned to stone.

Her mind trailed as she entertained the notion, and she wondered what it'd look like. An ants nest of veins, perhaps, grey and dull but in an almost poetic way - she thought that it would be the rawest form of vulnerability possible, and she thought that maybe her love for the brunette ran so deep that even just the way the veins connected and branched out like spiderwebs was telling enough.

"you're just..?"

"I'm just tired" the words escaped without a second thought, mingling with the air. She studied the other girl's expression with reluctant curiosity, anticipation dancing in her own eyes as she waited for her friend's response.

"of what?"

Sobriety hit like a brick to a glass house when Tayce's jaw tightened. A malicious dread pricked at her heart and she was rendered silent for a while, her eyelashes fluttering as she opted to look at the cold, wet ground instead.

Neither spoke, yet there seemed to be a mutual understanding that some things were better left unsaid.

"we should go home. will you book a cab?"

A'whora's head felt fuzzy as she stepped through the door into her apartment, tayce following suit shortly after. She tossed her bag to the side nonchalantly, the contents rattling as they hit the floor in a way that caused the blonde to flinch.

She had rushed upstairs before Tayce could even comprehend what was happening, quickly removing her makeup and falling onto her bed with a defeated sigh. She felt like shit - it was as if ants were crawling around beneath her skin.

Her brain was putty, no, liquid thoughts, and they swirled around in her head in a way that was deafening but also so, so inexplicably quiet - so much so that they began to lose their sense, an amalgamation of incoherent thoughts that screamed only one thing - Tayce.

It was then that she heard a faint knock at the door. Speak of the devil.

"come in"

The door creaked open gradually, a slither of light from the landing slicing into the dimly lit room, proving to be a stark contrast that A'whora had never really seemed to notice before.

Tayce looked vulnerable, worn down - she had removed her makeup and thrown on an oversized hoodie and some shorts, and the image was so innocuous that the pale girl could feel her heart jump.

she tiptoed towards the bed, her movements so gentle and delicate that they made A'whora feel (and probably look) like a bull in a china shop. She took a seat next to the blonde, their arms brushing against eachother gently, and A'whora's brain short-circuited, shooting sparks throughout her body that made her feel electric.

"what's wrong, babe? you're being all weird on me. i can't have that"

The paler girl's eyes flickered shut as she words left Tayce's lips, lingering the air and clinging to A'whora's lungs as she breathed it in slowly. She shuffled on the bed so that she was facing her friend now and, despite her sobriety (or maybe because of it, she didn't really know), she found herself willing to confess the one thing that'd been eating at her for months, festering under her skin and wearing down her bones until they felt like they were made of glass.

"Tayce" the word came out almost inaudible, barely above a whisper if at all, and Tayce's hands soon found themselves clung to A'whora's, sending a small shiver down her spine at how cold they were.

"rory, you can tell me anything" the words were laced with sincerity - strung together with golden threats of intimacy, one that they shared often but didn't dare to vocalize until now.

It'd always loitered in the atmosphere, sometimes making itself known in form of a needy hug or peck on the cheek or maybe even a drunken kiss, but it never seemed to come up in conversation - well, Lawrence had pointed their - as she'd say - 'seckshul tenshun' out a fistful of times, but it'd always been brushed off as playful.

well, it was now or never. A'whora's breaths were ragged and her brows furrowed together as her mind scrambled frantically to get her words together until-

"Tayce, i think I'm in love with you"

fuck.

Hot tears pricked at her eyes the second it'd been said - it felt like a weight had been lifted, a secret that'd been pushing against her chest for months, slowly but surely asphyxiating her until, on some days, she found it hard to breathe when Tayce was on her mind.

When the brunette didn't reply, A'whora's conscience was immediately obscured by paranoia, completely deactivating her ability to think clearly for just a split second, until she felt a warm hand rest on her jaw, and she slowly blinked away the blurry tears to see Tayce leaning in ever so slowly, lips parted in a way that A'whora couldn't refuse (it's not like she ever would, anyway).

She wasted no time in closing the gap between them, and it was like the world around her had went up in flames. Her head was getting swimmy as she melted into the kiss which, in turn, deepened it.

Tayce tilted her head to the side slightly, opening her lips in a silent plead and A'whora obliged, their tongues finally meeting, dancing to a silent melody only they could hear, and the blonde thought she didn't want to taste anything else for the rest of her life. She tasted like sugar and caramel and all of A'whora's favourite things, excluding the faint traces of alcohol on their breaths.

When they finally broke apart, a dumb smile was plastered on Tayce's face as she pressed her forehead against her housemate's. A'whora couldn't help but return the smile - she'd yearned for so long, wanted and wanted until she finally felt it. Warmth engulfed her body, and her housemate's touch felt like fire as the brunette's fingers held a firm grip on her arm.

A'whora thought she might've burned her, but she wouldnt have minded - the feeling lingered seconds after Tayce's fingers had departed, but when the blonde looked down, she saw no trace of the contact on her arm, and a content sigh escaped her kiss-swollen lips.

Tayce thought it was obvious, that vocalizing such a thing was painfully unnecessary, but she couldn't stop herself when she spoke, the words breathy and quiet and brimming with affection;

"i think I'm in love with you, too"

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