#sometimes in DIRECT RESPONSE to the MC saying ''don't hurt this person i care about them''
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man tho i really do hope there’s a future dialogue option to say to w.ayne that “i’ve only known you for five days too bucko, so maybe you could stop running your mouth about how “superficial” my bonds with literally everyone else in town are :) ”
#idk the more playthroughs i've done..... the more i dislike him#and it's almost entirely because of him taking every opportunity to shit talk the other characters-- especially the other LI's#and disparage MC's relationships with them#sometimes in DIRECT RESPONSE to the MC saying ''don't hurt this person i care about them''#so cool not only do you think that poorly of ppl i care about#but you don't have any problem with openly disrespecting ME and my choices#and you are happy to express both of these things directly to my face#like buddy our ''bond'' isn't any older or deeper than the ones i have w anyone else here#if he didn't do that then like-- he still wouldn't be My Type of character but i'd at least be willing to give him a chance#and explore his character more#as it stands tho. yeah.#not tagging bc i don't want to pick a fight i'm just yammering to myself
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I need your thots on house husband geto,,how he cooks and cleans and all he asks from you is a kiss every now and then [ever since i read nitc all i've been thinking about is how he asks rip!mc for a kiss in exchange for anything]
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"You don't cook at home?"
When Shoko had dragged you out to a girl's night with some of her old friends from medical school, citing that Satoru and Suguru had kept you cooped up in the apartment for themselves for too long, this was not a question you anticipated to be answering. At first you were overwhelmed. It was a large gathering. Ten became eight, and eight had dwindled to six and then four. Right on the verge of retiring for the night, conversation had shifted to the topic of boyfriends and relationship woes.
And now three pairs of eyes look to you. An amused chuckle escapes Shoko's lips, a lit cigarette neatly slotted between her lips.
You blink, embarrassment washing over you. "I—well." You stare down at your lap. "I'm not really that good at cooking...so my boyfriend...does all the cooking."
Suguru does the cooking. And the laundry. When Suguru's away, Satoru takes care of it. Satoru washes the dishes. Cleans. He sweeps and vacuums and tidies after the kids. You had tried to help, once, but Suguru had directed you away, and now the realization is quickly dawning on you that it may have been because you are simply incompetent at housework.
You may not be able to cook, but nobody is incompetent at cleaning!
Except…maybe you. You don’t know. You’ve never needed to clean. Nothing more than a perfunctory clean every once in a while when you lived alone. You weren’t a messy person. Shoko remarked often that your first apartment was cleaner than it had been when you had originally moved in.
"How sweet," Kuriyama sighs out. "My boyfriend can't even cut a vegetable! He cooks for you? Everyday?"
"U-usually," is your response while your mind races, trying to think back to the last time you had helped with anything around the house. Anything.
"The only thing my boyfriend can make is ramen. Not to mention he's super picky about his food!" Mori shakes her head. "He's so difficult! Honestly I think of dumping him everyday for being so incompetent!"
You stare at her.
Shoko clears her throat. "I'm sure it’s not only that—”
“I agree,” Kuriyama says, nodding, face fiercely determined. “It gets so tiring sometimes taking care of everything. Maybe it’s time to move on!” She leans in. “Your boyfriend wouldn’t happen to have any good looking friends?”
Out of all the reasons that constantly filled your head with why Satoru and Suguru would break up with you, you hadn’t expected your inability to do household chores to be one of them.
Incompetent.
Well, it would certainly be understandable. If anything, you think you would prefer them breaking up with you over something as mundane as not being able to do housework, instead of the many flaws to your character. It would settle easier. It would hurt less. Now you just had to prepare yours—
“Let’s call it a night!” Shoko interrupts, cigarette disposed, taking you to stand up by the arm. “I have to get her back before people start calling,” she says, interlacing your fingers.
Kuriyama sighs. “Just when we were getting to the best part, Shoko!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mori grins. “You should come to our next night out. You can invite your boyfriend too! We’ll make an exception!”
Shoko waves them off, pulling you outside the izakaya.
“I can’t cook either,” she says as the two of you wait for a taxi. You know that. But Shoko bakes. Cookies and cakes and occasionally other baked goods. You spent nights over at her apartment eating cupcakes until late in the morning, watching American dramas and horror movies. Delicious, mouth watering desserts.
“Who expects women to cook nowadays anyway?”
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When the elevator parts to your apartment, you immediately go to Mimiko and Nanako’s room and check their pink laundry hamper. Empty. Then to Tsumiki’s room. Empty. Megumi’s room. Empty.
You’re seated on the floor of Megumi’s room when the door opens again.
“How was the—”
You push past Satoru to go into your shared room at the end of the hall to check your laundry hamper. Suguru is reading on the bed when you open the closet. Empty. You sit down, knees flush to your chest, dejected.
You don’t need to look behind you to know Satoru and Suguru are exchanging glances.
From your knees, you mumble. “Did you do the laundry?”
It’s Suguru that answers you. “We just finished a load.”
“Oh.”
You sit in silence.
At least, until Satoru gently yanks you up into his arms, and carries you to the bed. You immediately turn face down on your comforter, covering your face.
You think they must be having another one of their silent conversations. You squeeze your eyes shut. Tomorrow, you resolve, you’d wash the dishes after dinner.
You hear the door open yet again with Satoru’s departure, and Suguru softly says your name. You sigh, picking yourself up. You really can’t refuse Suguru when he says your name like that.
“Where are the kids?” You ask, even though you already know where they are. They’d be back early tomorrow morning, before school.
“Educational overnight field trip with Yaga,” Suguru replies, amused as your attempt to delay the inevitable. He plays along, lightly teasing. “It’s not like you to forget these things.”
You don’t meet his eyes. Suguru calmly waits you out until you lamely say: “I don’t help around the house.”
You can tell he’s taken aback. “Is that why you were looking for…dirty clothes?”
You’re embarrassed just thinking about it. “...”
“I like cooking,” he says. “I like cooking and watching you, Satoru, Megumi, and the girls enjoy what I make. And I definitely, don’t think it’s a burden. We order out a lot too, don’t we?” He continues. “As for the laundry, I grew up doing it with my mother. It reminds me of home.”
You reluctantly look up. There’s a soft smile on his lips. “I can wash the dishes.”
He chuckles, hand caressing your face. You nearly close your eyes and lean into it. “You don’t need to. You don’t need to do anything.”
You still want to. Try. It makes you feel better. Slightly. The knots in the pit of your stomach loosen. “Can I help you with lunch for the kids tomorrow…?”
He pretends to think about it. The fondness in his barely suppressed expression gives him away. "Maybe if you give me a kiss first."
"Suguru," you grumble.
He only replies with your name, face erupting into a full blown grin.
Your face warms as you lean close and cup his face with your hands, bringing your lips to his. He pulls you on to straddle his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist and breathes you in. His lips briefly part, and you feel his tongue run over your bottom lip.
You pull away, about to rest your face onto his shoulder, into his neck. His dark purple gaze draws you in. “We can take care of you,” he says, softly. Then he kisses you again, and this time you let him take you apart with his tongue. Against your lips: “We can take care of you.”
You draw apart, breathless. You pointedly stare at the wall behind him while you attempt to regain what’s left of your composure. Suguru laughs and presses a kiss to your collarbone, one hand sliding underneath your shirt onto bare skin, thumb lightly dragging over the scar of raised flesh on your side.
“Besides,” he murmurs, lips still attached to your neck. You can feel the slightest kiss of teeth. “Satoru makes more of a mess than the kids. It’s only right that he cleans up after himself.”
“Hey!” The sound erupts from behind the door.
You should’ve known.
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“I’m so sorry,” you bemoan.
Ten minutes prior, Nanako had run into the kitchen, brush in hand and horrified, ("Papa, something's burning!"), then she had looked at you, brightened in understanding, and called back into the hall: “Everything’s alright guys!”
Satoru looks over at the unrecognizable charred pieces of salmon on the stove top, face unreadable. Then he shrugs and drops a light kiss on your nose. “You tried.”
You hide your face in your hands.
You also pretend not to see Satoru discreetly handing Megumi a pack of bills as the kids shuffle out the door for school.
#rip!mc failwife stsg househusbands#what is a man nowadays if he can't cook and clean and do the laundry and the dishes#like c'mon now put 'em to work!!!!!#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#m.jjk#poly au
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Random Dream & Daydreaming Interpretations Spiritually
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KEEP IN MIND- THIS IS A BROAD SPECTRUM I can only give basic interpretations. Always keep in mind, what did you think about or watch before you fell asleep? Who was in the dream? How did you feel in the dream? What was happening? Was their symbolism? Etc. I am NOT an expert. I am just a girl with a knack for patterns, simple psychology books, occult practices, intuition and observation. I am not a spychologist with a PH.D or Certification and I do not claim to be. This is for entertainment purposes only, make sure you take care of your health. Also based on studies I've read up on, thinking about someone/something repeatedly in our waking life can cause dreams on them that don't necessarily have meaning. Remember to mix logic with intuition in this. Also for spiritual people out there, astral travel is a thing, try to feel the difference between those and normal lucid dreams, okiedokie? 🥰
I will add in my own dream experiences and etc sometimes- this is only to help if someone needs an example or something
A dream about snakes - can warn of us someone hidden and sly in our lives that doesn't have our best interest. They may be toxic but you let it get by because you might not directly notice this but subconsciously do from their energy
Daydreaming - normally is about things we want, wish and/or aspire to be. Can also be used as a healing factor
Daydreaming of getting hurt or getting hurt by someone in front of people - can show a want for people to pay attention to you. Or if not people than the person who caused the hurt. You might want someone to rescue you because you aren't used to such treatment. If you find satisfactory in them pitying you then it's a bit more negative, maybe liking to play victim in situations, it doesn't matter if you do or don't irl
Dream about being chased - this can be seen as a flight response to something. A warning to get away from something negative in your life, or even a want. Imagine being in a toxic relationship or marriage. This dream can be you wanting to leave it or the universe saying "hey, leave! This relationship is causing harm" who is the person? Does it have a face? Keep all of these in mind and put the puzzle pieces together. Even if it's something like alcohol in real life, this dream can be saying "it's doing you more harm than good" or something
Daydreaming of being on stage or in front of a crowd getting positive feedback - can show a wish for attention in a physical form. You want to be noticed. Kind of like a Leo MC in astrology. They want this attention because maybe they never got it much when they were younger or in the moment. They feel like someone in the back of a crowd sometimes. So in order to help satisfy their inner needs, they use this as a form of happiness for themselves
Dream of the same person repeatedly - this can mean a few different things. #1 this can be an infatuation. Even if it's someone you dislike. You are still putting energy on thinking about them. Subconsciously or not. Are you thinking about them during the day occasionally? Before bed? Etc. You want to interact with them #2 it can show a situation that wasn't resolved. This situation can range widely! Did you have a crush on someone but never talked to them? Was something holding you back? Do you have regrets? In the dream were you going through a hard past situation? Do you subconsciously want to forgive them? Apply this to your dream!
Dream related to past loved ones - can indicate a need for the nostalgic connection. Do you miss them dearly? Wanted to forgive them but never could? This on a more spiritual level can show them visiting you in your dream to say "hi!" If you cry after you wake up I've heard this is a direct sign. If they don't say anything then I guarantee they are checking up on you! I've noticed spirits or past loved ones when they visit dreams seem to be in a rush sometimes, don't worry about this if they are! They don't have a lot of time to visit you even if they want to (not fully sure why but I think guides are busy planning) also sometimes guides or past loved ones will play games with you just to have fun with you as a form of saying " hello, I love you" whether it be gardening, racing cars or something weird they never would do before! I lost my papa to cancer and accidentally used a dreaming herb that allows spirits to visit you. I say "accidentally" because I meant to use a different herb for cleansing. I got a dream that night and my papa visited me in the dream and we talked for a few and I told him how life was going ever since he left. I was fully aware of everything as you are like in a lucid dream or something, later he pointed to his wrist, I asked if he didn't have much time and he nodded. He smiled and waved to me as I teared up and said "Aww you have to go so soon? Goodbye!" and he walked behind the house (leaving) I woke up directly after. All in all, after asking him many things and how he was, my concluded answer- he is fine 🥺 If you guys want the name of the herb then just ask and I'll tell you the name and how to use it! However you need to be very careful with it- as it can open a "door" for unknown spirits or entities to enter your dreams. I just got lucky my papa took that spot rather than a random ghost I don't know
Past loved ones and dreams - you can also tell it's a past loved one visiting you if they appear younger than what they did, don't wear glasses anymore, can walk, just- things they never could do irl but wanted to! This is because they don't need things like glasses and etc anymore obviously- however- if they do have everything like when they passed, it's due to them trying to appear to you in a form that you remember. So that you recognize them better 🥰 they care that you notice them. I've figured out they might leave hints in dreams that it's truly them as well! I had one with my papa and he was smoking a cigar- I've never ever seen him smoke a cigar so I laughed when I woke up and told my mom about how silly it was and she looked at me surprised, she said "he used to smoke cigars but never in front of you and your brothers because you were toddlers at the time- but he always did before then" I was really surprised
Trauma related dreams - so here we see some immense healing needed. Whether it happens or not is a different story. Whatever this event was must have effected you physically and/or mentally. It must have been so traumatizing that it has entered your subconscious mind and is on repeat
Dream of being murdered - feeling victim to a situation in life. You couldn't escape being murdered so it was as if you got trapped. This dream can indicate someone keeping you stuck from moving on in an area of your life. Sometimes more spiritually can mean negative energy effecting you. How did the murder(s) look? Do you know them? How did they act? Was the murder by accident?
Sleeping pills/medicine/narcotics - I've noticed taking sleeping pills to fall asleep can often give people bizarre unexplainable dreams. These typically have no meaning as it's our mind effected by a drug
Dream about death in general - can show you coming out of a situation. An end to a cycle in your life. You could have made some deep changes in yourself whether you know it or not, showing a transformation of the mind, body and/or soul. Though rarely, this can be taken in a literal sense. Did you have someone recent physically pass away? This may be grief entering your 'dreamworld'
Daydreaming about dancing/singing/painting/art - wanting to express yourself more creatively to the world. And if not the public then at least to your loved ones. Sometimes this can indicate you want to tap into different creative projects and since you haven't or (possibly) have a fear or hold-up, then you use your imagination to ease this thirst
Daydreaming in general - is seen as cute and lighthearted in a lot of people's eyes, however it's actually a lot of times used as an escape mechanism. It's a way to escape a harsh reality and into the ideal one, whether it be for healing, fun, etc. It's like filling in a gap that may feel or actually be empty in real life. Rather than using drugs or any other form of escapism, this one you used in replace of such things. A lot of times you see people in school daydreaming, why? Well for a lot of people, school is boring. They don't find excitement, and even some people's serotonin is low from such stresses like this, so, "let's daydream and get away from it" is valid argument these people stick to
Short post- I know, this one is what I could make in the time I've been busy
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Can you please do a headcanon for Satan, Mammon& Lucifer for when their s/o gets drunk & starts crying &gets emotional(i usually don't show my true feelings & I only do so when I'm drunk I get emotional af I feel like I'm worthless & a burden to my mom as she gave up her entire life in raising me & well highschool & my best friend depression)it got dark real quick lol sorry about that)so I was wondering how the brothers would react it's fine if you don't want to do it thank you 😊have a nice day
AN: Feel better soon Nonny! You’re a whole person on your own and the people who are supporting you have made the decision to do so, rather than giving in to guilt, it might help to focus on being grateful for the choices they’ve made for you - you’re absolutely worth it :O Be safe, and I hope you find a safer coping mechanism!!
TW: Mentions of alcohol / unhealthy relationships with drinking, etc.
Reactions to an Emotional Drunk MC
Scenario: Satan, Mammon, Lucifer, and the MC are all in the human realm and are relaxing in a bar with some drinks.
Lucifer
- Lucifer is the one who shuts it down.
- He was feeling quite settled, and so had decided not to be so on top of everyone. It was up to you, Mammon, and Satan to make good decisions and take care of yourselves. He’d still be there, and he was still watching, but he also wanted to relax a little before he had to return back to the Devildom and start catching up on the work he’d missed out on.
- He was keeping an eye on you, in particular - you seemed to be uncomfortable but he wasn’t putting the pieces together properly until you’d downed yet another glass of something or other, some human liquor he couldn’t make out by colour alone, and then plopped down in the seat beside him.
- You seemed alright for a few moments, maybe a bit out of it, and his gaze flickered across the room again away from you until he heard a sniffle. He looks at you again, suddenly on edge. His hand is on your chin in seconds, tilting your head up towards him so that he could see your face better. Tears openly flow down your cheeks, and his heart skips a beat.
- He starts asking questions immediately, not letting go of your chin unless you grab his wrist or try to brush his hand away. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He bristles out of no where, leaning in closer. “Did someone do something?”
- You rub at your eyes and just start gushing, and he’s at a loss for words as he listens to everything. You see his eyebrows furrow any time you say something negative about yourself, Lucifer’s shoulders still up and with him still leaning his entire body towards you, fully focused. He processes everything and, before you can continue putting yourself down, he gives you a sharp glare.
- It’s not that he doesn’t care, but he doesn’t see the point in this - he’d listen to you talk, listen to you get out everything you needed to, but this seemed counter-intuitive if you were going to spend the entire time putting yourself down. He sighs and pulls off his cloak, settling it around your shoulders before sitting slightly closer, looking out over the room as he talks.
- His words aren’t reassuring as such, full of concern masked in self-confidence. He tells you that you surely couldn’t be so bad; you were doing well amongst all the demons, you were resisting fairly well, within days you had half his brothers in your hands and under your control which meant you were either very smart, or stupidly caring. You’d made strides no one else could have. He levels you with a stare again. “I have no reason to lie,” he informs you, “and no reason to inform you of your own worth if I felt you didn’t have any.” The smallest smile forms on his face as he tells you, “You’ve proved yourself useful for me and Lord Diavolo, at least.”
- He watches you curl up in his coat and take in everything he’s said, and his chest hurts for a split second - humans really were so small and fragile. And yet you’d held strong until now, and even this wasn’t enough of a weakness to diminish your worth. He sighs again, excuses himself to fetch you both a glass of water - he’d let you cry it out, now, but you needed to be hydrated for that at least.
- When you’re sober and back home, he regularly checks up on you. He subtly asks about your mood and how you feel you’re doing, compliments you randomly, and if you’re drinking, he’s by your side so that you at the very least have someone to correct you if you start spiraling.
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Mammon
- Mammon is the one who gives emotional comfort.
- He was having fun, the human alcohol relaxing him just enough that he could exist with ease whilst still functioning. At the same time, he was keeping a close eye on you, and would regularly circle back to see where you were - you wouldn’t be alone for even a second unless you forcibly asked him to leave you be, with Mammon ensuring that at least one of the brothers was with you at all times.
- Satan had wandered off somewhere after someone bumped into him and made him spill his drink, and Mammon sees you standing alone staring into your glass. He heads over in your direction, cursing under his breath as he watches people walk past and look you over. His anger fades when he gets to you and puts a hand on your shoulder and you look up at him with tears in your eyes.
- You barely have time to react to his presence before he’s pulling you across the room to find somewhere quiet, and then he holds you by your shoulders, watching you carefully as he asks what’s wrong, what happened, did someone make you uncomfortable? He waits patiently for an answer, although you can see him getting more and more concerned and frustrated as he tries to figure out what the hell he’s supposed to do if you don’t tell him anything.
- You start talking, venting about this and that and he wraps you up in his arms. You pause for a second before he tells you to let it all out, say whatever you need to. He’s here. He listens, tearing up at times as well and trying to subtly wipe it away. Had you been hurting like this all this time, or was this entirely because of the alcohol, or a mix of the two?
- His grip on you is tight up until your sobs turn to sniffles, and then he pulls back and asks if there’s anything you need right now - if you want to, he’ll go get Lucifer and Satan and you can all go home? He has this one thing he’s been wanting to watch but he doesn’t want to be alone for it, you two could totally have a movie night and get popcorn and such and just relax, if that would help?
- When you’re done, he wipes your face with his sleeve and tells you that you should come to him in future, any time you need to. He’s your first demon, after all - you should feel the need to come to him anyway, without being asked. Despite his fake-confident attitude, he reinforces what he’s said by checking up on you when you’re back in the Devildom, and oftentimes if he knows you’re going to be alone he’ll invite you out to whatever he’s doing so you don’t have too much time to think. It helps him cope, and he hopes it’ll help you too.
Satan
- Satan is the one who listens, who debates.
- He’d known it was coming beforehand. There were signs, little anxieties that you just couldn’t hide forever, especially not from him. He keeps an eye on you the entire time the two of you are in the human realm, curious as to how you’ll react to being ‘home’ and if it’ll make you want to leave them so you can stay here. He’d been nervous somewhere deep down, too, and it kept him observing you even when he was supposed to be relaxing.
- The second you start to get emotional, he’s by your side, inviting you to come over and sit with him. He levels anyone near you with a glare, and the two of you end up in a relatively peaceful and quiet area because everyone else can sense the aura he’s giving off to keep them all away.
- His questions are sharp but not hurtful, and he chips away at whatever resistance you still have that keeps you bottling everything up until you finally break and spill out what you’re thinking about, tears pouring out alongside your harsh words. It takes him by surprise, but he shifts until he’s facing you and watches you closely as you speak.
- Satan tries not to interrupt, but every now and then he can’t help himself. “Why do you think that?” “Is there a reason for this?” etc. He doesn’t exactly parrot back what you’re saying, but you can tell he’s listening intently because he uses everything you’ve told him in his responses. His questions turn more into “but don’t you think...” and “I don’t quite see it that way myself.” It’s a debate, but a lighthearted one, and he’s being careful as he speaks.
- He’s clever. He knows what points to chip away at, to pick on so that you open up and tell him more about your concerns. Part of it is a morbid curiosity - he likes to observe people, to know what makes them tick, and now he has easy access to some of that with you. Mostly, though, he’s concerned. He’d grown to care about you and now that you were unloading all your anxieties he realises he clearly hadn’t been watching close enough, if you’d been feeling like this the entire time. Sometimes, when he’s upset, he wonders what it would be like to just tell someone every little thing, and by pressing on and on he knows he’ll be able to help you let it out.
- Once you’ve let everything out and you stop crying, he stops asking questions, stops prodding away at your thoughts. You’d been able to let out everything you needed to, been able to break whilst having support there, even if he hadn’t directly said anything to make you feel better. He was careful enough that what he said at least wouldn’t make you feel worse, and now it was all out there for him to think over in future and for the two of you to work on.
- That’s what he does. Satan takes everything you’ve told him and, when you’re back in the Devildom, he works to build up your confidence and to make you happier. The second you think you’re not all that useful, he’s rambling about how, remember that one time, where you did this and that? And how you act a certain way at times, and how your eyes light up when you help others, and so on? He can give exact examples to refute every point you’ve made, he’s been watching closely and memorising them all. You might not feel better right away, but he plans to work away at it slowly so that the negativity doesn’t have any ground left to stand on by the time he’s done.
AN: I hope this is okay!! Be safe, all of you <3
#Anonymous#request#obey me headcanons#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#my headcanons#my writing#alcohol mention#ask to tag#angst#edit: i wrote this in like half an hour to an hour whilst extremely sleep deprived so be easy on my soul ty
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Relightning the spark
Pairing: Bryce × f!MC( Tesse Sterling )
Author's note: Hello!! I'm back witn another fanfic, though this one is going to be special to me. If you want to know why, stick around to the VERY end to know. Enjoy.
Warning: Angst.
Part 2 Part 3
The past
"... and Cinderella and Prince charming lived a happy life together. The end." Tesse concluded, closing the book.
"That story is.. lame." Snarked Keiki, rolling her eyes.
"But you chose it..." Said Bryce.
"Yeah, in hopes that it might be less lamer than the movie. But jokes on me, it was worse.. I don't know why mom insists on buying me this kind of books. I'm really not interested in reading stories about a Prince swiping the poor women off her feet." Responded Keiki while rolling her eyes again.
"You're a six years old girl." Said Bryce.
"Your point being?" Asked Keiki while arching her brow.
"You should like this kind of stories. About the princes and princesses and whatnot." Said Bryce like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"She SHOULDN'T like anything. And I agree with her. All Disney princesses stories are sexist. They all represent the girl as this fragile creature that needs the help of the man to get out of her miserable life." Added his girlfriend.
"See? Tesse gets it." Said Keiki while giving her brother a pointed look.
They continued bantering over which one of the Disney movies is less sexist when they heard a loud bang followed by a scream.
"Is that your mom?!" Tesse asked Bryce frantically.
"Yeah.. Tesse, Keiki, you two should stay here and lock the door after i leave." He said while looking in the door's direction.
"What? No, I'm coming with you." Replied Tesse, following him up from the foot of Keiki's bed.
"Tesse.."
"Bryce, no. I'm coming with you. End of story."
"You're a real pain sometimes, but fine... Keiki, you stay here. Quiet. We'll come back as soon as we can, alright?" Said Bryce.
"Okay." Responded Keiki, looking scared.
Bryce kissed his sister's forehead and then went and opened the door slightly, checking the hallway. Tesse followed him but not before giving the little girl a tight hug.
"You're going to be alright, okay?" She told her before her and Bryce left the room.
Bryce and Tesse walked the rest of the hallway quietly, as to not alert the intruder. But what they saw upon making it to the staircase was still up to debate, whether be it better than a burglar or not.
The grand hall was filled with armed police men. All of whom surrounding Akoni Lahela. Bryce's father.
"What's going on?" Said Akoni while one of the police officers is putting handcuffs on him, sounding enraged. But if you strain a little bit, you could hear the panic in his voice.
"Akoni Lahela, you are under arrest for charges of insider trading." Said the oldest looking officer, giving off an air of authority.
"WHAT?" Said everyone at the same time.
"There must be a mistake.." Said Akoni, looking around frantically as if searching for an escape.
"Save the act, Lahela. I'm not interested in hearing whatever story you're going to come up with." Said the officer, sounding even more agitated than before.
Then he turned to Bryce's mother, Rosalind, and addressed her.
"Mrs. Lahela, your presence is requested at the police station tomorrow."
"I didn't do anything." Rosalind said.
"That's still up for debate. Now.." The officer said before mentioning to the one holding Akoni to follow him.
Bryce ran down the stairs, stopping before the older policeman.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry but there has to be a mistake.. he.. we.. how?"
The officer laid a hand on Bryce's shoulder, speaking more softly.
"Son, your father DID that."
He patted the teenager's shoulder before turning to his father.
"Come on, off we go."
"I want to call my lawyer." Said Akoni through gritted teeth.
"Don't worry, Lahela. You'll get your call. Though not before you're put in a cell." He replied while leading the way out of the door.
Soon, their voices were replaced by the roaring engine of the retreating police cars and the grand hall became empty expect for Tesse, Bryce and his mother.
"Mom? What were they talking about?" Asked Bryce.
"Why are you asking me? I know nothing about that. Now.." Rosalind said before turning to Tesse.
"You're still here? Don't you have a home to go back to?" She added, turning up her nose to the girl.
"Don't you talk to her like that!" Said Bryce, glaring daggers at his mother.
"Bryce, it doesn't matter.." Said Tesse.
Indeed it didn't, since Rosalind was already marching up the stairs, looking like.. well, like someone whose husband didn't get arrested just a few minutes ago.
Tesse squeezed Bryce's hand, drawing his attention back to her.
"It's okay, and I should go home anyway."
"You can stay if you want to.." Said Bryce, drawing her to his arms.
"Nah, I really should go. Unless I want MY mom to rip me a new one." She said, hugging him back.
"Alright, I'll take you back, we should check on Keiki first though."
30 minutes later, they were standing in front of Tesse's house. They both got off the motorcycle and started walking towards the door in silence, holding hands. Upon making it there, Tesse stopped and then turned to her boyfriend.
"Do you want to come in and talk about.. earlier? I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind."
"Nah, I'd rather sleep it off."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, I'll come pick you up like usual."
He said before bringing her lips to his in a sweet kiss after which Bryce turned and marched back to his bike. Tesse watched his retreating back before going inside.
The next day, upon setting their feet down into the school grounds, the stares and dirty looks started. It's like everyone decided that they were the most important people in the planet. True, Bryce and Tesse were among the "popular kids" but they weren't popular enough to claim this much attention. And Bryce knows what changed that.
"Everyone is looking at us." Said Tesse, looking between all her fellow students that are surrounding them.
"Of course they are." Replied her boyfriend.
"What do you mean?"
"You really need to start watching some news."
At her shrug, Bryce continued.
"The news of my father's arrest and the reason why got aired this morning. Everyone probably saw the headlines."
"Oh my god, Bryce. Are you okay?"
"As well as you'd expect."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Nah, plus the bell just rang so we should hurry up."
Tesse cast a worried glance toward her boyfriend before they made their way towards class amongst all the whispers and dirty looks and pointed fingers which lasted the whole day and seemed to intensify with every new one. But what bothred Bryce the most were the comments Tesse was receiving from her supposed friends and practically every other person in school. He didn't care that much about the comments he was receiving, or didn't care as much as he can, since he felt a responsibility for what his father did. He couldn't say anything, especially to the kids who claimed that his father's deeds ruined their lives. But to have Tesse on the receiving end of that kind of treatment as well, that wasn't fair to her.
One of the times Bryce was present when few of the remarks were thrown at her was the Monday leading to prom. The two girls were pretending to be whispering behind their hands even though their voices could be heard clearly from Bryce and Tesse's spot just a few feet away.
"Isn't she planning to break up with him?" The first girl asked.
"Why would she?" Replied the second girl with a question of her own.
"His dad is a criminal."
"She's probably a part of what they did."
Bryce couldn't hold it in anymore. He turned to the girls, giving each of them a glare that could melt steel.
"Oh for goodness sake, would you two cut this rubbish.."
He could feel Tesse's grip in his elbow, trying to get his attention.
"Bryce, it's fine.."
"What? No, Tesse. It's not fine. Did you hear what they were saying about you?"
"Well, that's rich coming from the guy who refuses to speak up about himself."
"That's different."
"No, it's not." She said before sliding her backpack on her shoulder and making her way toward her next class.
And from there on out, Bryce tried to be with her as much as he can, even though Tesse wouldn't let him speak for her, not even once to the comments that were getting even harsher by the day.
It was the night before prom when he decided what he should do.
"Wanna go to our spot?"
Bryce sent the text that was answered a few minutes later.
"Sure."
"I'll come pick you up."
A few minutes later, Bryce was driving his bike to Tesse's house. And then they were making their way to their "spot" on companionable silence.
It was a cliff that overlooked Maui. They found it on their third date sophomore year. It wasn't that far from Tesse's home. Upon making it there, Bryce parked his motorcycle so that they can lean on it while looking at the view in front of them.
After a few beats, Tesse turned to him with a smile on her face.
"So, you ready for tomorrow?" She asked.
"About that.." He said while running his hand through his shoulder long hair.
"Yeah?"
"Tesse.. I don't think I can do this anymore." He whispered, barely keeping his tears at bay.
"What?" She said in a quiet voice.
"I think we should call it quits." Replied Bryce while looking at anything but her.
"Bryce.. are you joking?" Tesse said in a voice that betrayed the fact that she was trying to hold in her sobs as well.
"No."
"Why? Three years, Bryce. What could've made you do this now." She said, the tears having already escaped.
"Tesse, I'm not the person for you."
"And how do you know that?"
"Tesse, my dad is a criminal."
"I'm aware. And you're telling me that why? Bryce, I'm dating you, not your dad."
"Yeah. But as long as we're going to be together, you're going to be hurt from what people are going to say and your name is going to be dragged through the mud alongside mine. And you don't deserve that, Tesse. You deserve only the best." Bryce said, clutching her upper arms.
"But If the best isn't you, i dont want it." Said Tesse through sobs.
"Believe me, you don't to be with me right now." Said Bryce before kissing her forehead.
"Bryce, no.." Said Tesse, clutching his shirt in her fists.
Bryce extracted himself from her grasp before he climbed his bike and drove off into the distance. Leaving a broken heart in his dust while trying to convince himself that he did the right thing.
A/N: Hi, again. So this fanfic is going to have 2 parts, maybe more, I don't know. So as I said earlier, this fanfic is special to me because it's a collab between me and @tyrilsnightbloom who is going to be writing the next part.
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Robert Hurst commented on the video of Car0l and Daryl that Norman reposted from a fan account on Instagram and he said "She's kinda like a mom to yo---oh no!!!" I'm so nervous that this means C@ryl is going to happen :( I don't know exactly what he meant by it so you have any thoughts?
Hey anon, I’m sorry for the late response. For context, Robert Hurst plays Beta, one of the higher-ranking Whisperer antagonists, and he goes by the username randomdonkeykong on his social media. Last month Norman Reedus posted a C@ryl-centric picture on May 6th and then a video on May 8th, both to commemorate the start of season-10 filming. While I don’t trust the writers anymore, I don’t think Hurst’s comment, or even the posts themselves, mean that C@ryl is going to happen.
https://www.instagram.com/p/BxIE5PunwS3/
https://www.instagram.com/p/BxNnq2vnOkK/
For one thing, Hurst could have been joking. We don’t know the full context of his comment, and I don’t know much about him, so this might be on par with his personality/style of humor. More importantly though, TPTB have used C@ryl in the marketing before, and nothing came of it (x) (x). AMC knows that C@ryl is a popular ship, so any social media posts will draw attention. Again, the writers could completely ignore the characterizations they’ve developed over the years, but I’m a fandom elder. I’ve seen this panic come up many times. Anytime Daryl is near a non-attached female character inevitably talk will arise of a romance. It’s why I’m not worried about the C0nnie ship – I remember people panicking over D@rsita leading into season 8 (x).
In regards to the characters themselves, a romantic relationship goes against their established histories, their actors’ interpretation, and the current storyline. Daryl loves Beth, and he will only ever love her (x); C@rol is and always has been a sororal-maternal figure to him. Because this subject has been beaten beyond death, I will direct you to my Bethyl-canonicity tag: x. Below I have also included quotes about Daryl’s lupine-like monogamy and about his relationship with C@rol. NR first described Daryl as being only to love romantically once, for life, back in 2013 and he’s said that up through 2016. (I don’t keep up with interviews so if he said something different after 2016, please let me know, but I won’t trust it unless someone can give me a direct source.) Daryl’s monogamy fits into the lupine and aquiline imagery he’s been connected to as both animals mate for life (x) (x).
Norman Reedus on Daryl’s monogamy:
“I like playing these awkward moments in between that build relationships. I don’t ever want to play that character that grabs the girl and has my way with her. That’s just not who that character is. If Daryl falls in love with you, he’s going to love you for the rest of his life.” October 10th, 2013; Daily Dead (x)
“I think if he’s going to zero in on one, it’s going to happen by accident, and he’s not going to be the one zeroing in first. Then he’ll just stay with her. I think he’s like an eagle — once they start flying together, they’ll always fly together.” February 10th, 2015; Entertainment Weekly’s Sirius radio show (x) (x)
“I like all the awkward things in between that make a person and make it honest. I think that that character, once he shacks up with somebody, he’s going to be with them for life. I don’t want to blow my wad, so to speak, right off the bat, you know what I mean?” April 22nd, 2015; Inquisitr (x)
“If [Daryl] falls in love, he’s always going to be love.” May 7th 2016; Montclair Film Festival Q & A (x) (x, skip to 00:40)
C@ryl as a platonic bond:
Daryl saved Carol during the zombie attack on the farm in true superhero style, sweeping her away on his chopper. Will love finally bloom?
Not if Norman Reedus can help it! The fan fave who plays Daryl hopes things stay platonic, though he adores working with Melissa McBride. “I’ve fought against having C@rol and Daryl hook up because there’s already too many of us doing it on this show,” says Reedus. “It’s more interesting to see these two damaged people gravitating to each other, needing each other’s friendship. But I gotta admit it would be hysterical watching Daryl put on a bunch of deodorant before he goes in for his first kiss.”
Norman Reedus; March 23rd, 2012; TV Insider (x)
IGN: Meanwhile, another interesting relationship is the one between Daryl and C@rol – two very different characters, but they’ve had this interesting bond. How would you describe their relationship? Would you like to see it go into a romantic place, or is it better to not?
Reedus: I’d actually not like to see it go in that direction. I just think it’s more interesting to have these two damaged people see something kindred in each other and gravitate towards each other in that way. I don’t think Daryl’s ever the type of guy that has game - that throws you against a tree and makes out with you as the moonlight glistens off his back. I don’t want to be that guy ever. I’m not that guy in real life, and I don’t want to be that guy in the character. I don’t think Daryl is that suave. I think that if anyone made moves on anyone, C@rol would make moves on Daryl, and Daryl would probably just prematurely ejaculate in his pants and go hide in the bushes. I’m kind of trying to keep it interesting as it is. It would just be too obvious if we made out and we were a couple. It’s been done, and I want to do stuff different on this show than what’s expected, keep it fresh and interesting. I think there’s probably a couple of neighborhood girls Daryl’s been with, and once anything emotional developed in any way I think he just bolted. I want to play him like that forever.
Norman Reedus; October 23rd, 2012; IGN (x)
Now what about your - I guess C@rol, to this point, is now your love interest, so to speak–
No.
She wants to be that way, it seems. But you said no, so–How come her hair doesn’t grow?
Who’s cutting the grass at the prison?I think we should grow weed at the prison.
Oh yeah! [Laughter]
The thing about C@rol, is like… If we ever hooked up, I’d wanna not know what to do. I’d wanna premature ejaculate in my pants and go cry in a corner, you know? Like with C@rol and Daryl, they’re two damaged people, and that’s their sort of connection as they gravitate towards each other for that. I never want to be that character that takes his shirt off and bangs the girl against a tree in the moonlight. Like I don’t want to do that, not with this guy. So I hope that the important parts stay. I mean, everyone’s trying to get laid, zombie apocalypse, but I’m ready - if Daryl’s ready, I mean.
Norman Reedus; November, 2012; Geek Time on Howard 101 (x)
ETonline: Fans obviously love Daryl and C@rol – will we see any developments in their relationship this week? Does she try to soften his facade?
Reedus: Is she like an emotional roofie? [laughs] It’s there, but I think their bond is so much deeper than “stick your tongue in my mouth.” I like playing that and am glad the writers agree because it’s so awkward when boys meet girls, girls meet boys or boys meet boys, and they want to hook up. But this is a whole different set of uncomfortable rules. They love each other on a different level – it’s not about wanting to get together, it’s more like a sibling relationship. “If you hurt my sister, there’s nowhere you’ll be able to hide.” It’s an impenetrable bond. I know people want them together, but if that happens, I think it’ll be more epic than, “They did it!”
Norman Reedus; March 29th, 2013; ETonline (x)
“It’s also why Reedus is reluctant to let Daryl have a love interest on the show. He came close with the battered wife C@rol. played by Melissa McBride- “damaged people gravitate toward damaged people,“ Reedus says-but he has resisted the occasional plotting of the producers to toss him in the sack with a co-star. “Sometimes they suggest this or that, but if Daryl’s going to get busy with another character it has to be just right,” he says. Reedus gives them credit for letting him make the calls sometimes: “The producers are smart, man. Smart enough to know that Daryl can’t have the kind of love interest that you might think. I feel pretty strongly about it.’”
Norman Reedus; February/March 2014; Nylon Guys (x)
Carol has continued to be a force of her own within Alexandria. Could you see a romantic future for Daryl and C@rol?
I’ve had lots of talks with Scott about it. I like our relationship how it is. We don’t have to make out to be who we are. We’re kindred spirits; there’s a brother-sister bond there that’s almost stronger than a lovey-dovey bond. I’m not totally against it, but I’m not totally for it. It’s tricky. Once you do that, it’s there forever. To be honest, I’m not begging for it, and I’m not opposed to it.
Norman Reedus; March 29th, 2015; The Hollywood Reporter (x)
“I mean, I get it with the fans who want the C@rol and Daryl thing, but I am just telling you in real life you would not set those two people up with each other!” Jason explained. “You would not do it!” […] We have to admit, Jason make a pretty valid point. But, that doesn’t explain the endless chemistry between C@rol and Daryl, does it? Even Jason knows that, adding: “They care about each other, they are deeply connected on a certain level and I would argue that — why do they need to hook up in order to validate the deep friendship they have? Think about it! They are already connected! That is how I feel about it!”
Jason Douglas (Tobin, C@rol’s love interest from season 6); February 16th, 2017; Hollywood Life (x)
“I turned into a little kid, it was like talking to your Mom…”
Norman Reedus; February 19th, 2017; Talking Dead for 7x10 on Daryl asking C@rol why she left (x).
“Because I feel like [C@ryl is] more of like a brother/sister… mother/son relationship.”
Josh Mc Dermitt; March 1st, 2017; WHOSAY (x) (x, skip to 16:27)
“There is a part of me that sees them both when they are with another as sort of a wounded child,” McBride said. “It’s like sometimes I see them when they joke together, or they’re happy together, or they’re sharing smokes together, or arguing together, being nit-picky together. I just see like Daryl could have reverted to that wounded child on the porch at the reunion, and I sometimes I see C@rol the same way, like a little girl almost, younger. […] “I think it is they’re wounded children, really get one another,” McBride said. “I don’t see her becoming a mother to him at all. I see her becoming that wounded friend.”
Melissa McBride; September 5th, 2017; comic book.com (x) (x)
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In addition, at the beginning of season 7 Melissa McBride explained that C@rol needed time to heal from all the killing before she could entertain a relationship (x). That’s a reason why C@rzekiel didn’t really happen until season 8. I don’t think it would be in character for her to enter a relationship so soon with anyone after her son was murdered and she ended her marriage. Daryl wouldn’t likely have romance on the brain as he is looking after Lydia. If he were pursue romance, it would be someone he’s already in love with, and that’s Beth.
Greg Nicotero’s thoughts on Alone at SDCC 2014:
When they pitched Season 4, they were talking about when the prison goes down and having Daryl and Beth be bunkered together. And it’s interesting because I get to see all the cuts and I see all the edits from the director’s cuts onward. And I loved the scene in the kitchen when they’re talking, and I got the sense that Daryl was starting to kind of fall in love with Beth a little.”
Emily’s thoughts on Bethyl for Insider October 2014:
“Last year, I definitely felt like there was a really special connection between Daryl and Beth that happened. My take on it was that there was a very deep growing connection that could become something more romantic or could become just … you know that was my personal understanding of it. I do feel like Beth has opened up to Daryl in a way that she hasn’t with other people and I do feel like Beth has never been really in love even though you’ve seen her with the two different boyfriends. I don’t think she’s ever been like, ‘grownup in love’ in the way that you feel like someone actually understands you and in sort of that special intimate way. And I do feel like she’s been closer to that with Daryl then with anyone else.”
Emily wrote a song from Beth’s POV called Last Chance, and it’s a love song with sexual overtones.While filming Still, Norman listened to Very Nervous and Love by J. Mascis for Daryl’s character and even pitched for the episode’s closing song.
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Can you do a mixture of prompt 21, 27, 31 and 37 (you don't have to do all of it) for an EstelaXF!Mc? Where the stress is finally getting to f!mc when someone almost got hurt, and Estela finds mc late at night and comforts her.
Hey, anon! Thank you for such a nice prompt! I’ve been wanting to write Estela x Mc fics so I was really glad when I got his one!I hope You’ll like it!She’s worth itSummary: After encountering the saber-tooth tiger again, Taylor’s quite shaken. She’s successful in hiding this from everyone else, but not from Estela’s eyes.Author’s note: I did all 4 prompts you asked for, though “You’re it for me” was a harder one to work with, since this is set so early in the story. And especially with Estela, who’s so guarded off and closed about her feelings - it just doesn’t seem like she’d say it so fast. I hope how I handled it is okay with you!
After returning from the exploring the island, and having the gang encounter the sabertooth tiger once again, Taylor was having a hard time coping. She put on a brave face, assuring everyone everything’s okay and threw in her optimistic “We can do it!” before disappearing from the main hall.Everyone stayed up late, and assumed Taylor went to bed early. Well, everyone, but Estela. Being the quiet one, the “outsider”… gave her the perfect opportunity for observance from the shadows. She followed Taylor with her gaze. There’s no way in hell Taylor went back to her room with the direction she’s headed.Slowly, everyone started turning in for the night, and Estela thought of it as the perfect opportunity to go find Taylor.It was just too late and way too dangerous for that girl to be wandering all by herself. Estela didn’t want to admit it but she was quite fond of Taylor and really did worry about her. She had to look out for her. She seemed like the only person around her worth… well, worth her concern. She found Taylor by the side of the pool, sitting where Estela sat in their first night here, when everyone else were enjoying the party. She sat there alone, until Taylor came by, keeping her company. Surprisingly, Estela didn’t hate it… She didn’t mind. It was her turn to return the favor, she decided.Walking behind her, she could notice she startled Taylor, as the latter turned around with wide eyes and a shocked expression. “Oh- Estela… that’s you… I just thought-““You thought you were alone here?” Estela questioned.“Well, yes, that’s what I counted on, actually.” Taylor sighed.“That’s stupid.” Estela commented.Taylor blinked at her. “Woah. Thanks there.” It took her a few moments to come up with an answer.“I just mean… You shouldn’t be here alone, It’s dangerous.” Estela looked away as she said this. Also, never assume you’re really alone. La-huerta is full of surprises, and enemies. Estela thought, but decided it won’t comfort Taylor.“I…” The realization finally sunk in. Taylor’s gaze turned soft, and she petted the sit next to her. Estela noticed, and slowly settled beside her.“Thank you. For looking out for me, I guess.” Taylor swallowed.They sat a long while in silence. It was kind of comforting, but something was hanging in the air between them. “What are you doing out here, anyway?” Estela finally asked.It took Taylor by surprise that Estela initiated the talk, but Taylor was glad.“I’m just a little, dazed. I guess.” Taylor struggled to put it into words. “I’m so tired.” She finally breath out, sighing.“Sleeping might help with that.” Estela said ‘cleverly’. Taylor rolled her eyes at her, unamused.“From everything, I mean.” She made sure her point was clear. To that Estela nodded, and Taylor took it as a sign to continue. It was a rare moment with Estela, and Taylor did not want to lose anything like this.“I just want to protect everyone. I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m responsible. Maybe I’m just being stupid, maybe I care too much, but… I feel like I can do this, like I should… At least, try. But then something comes along like this, like a sabertoothed tiger, and blows up everything I thought I stood for. I couldn’t even protect Quinn.” Taylor obviously feels shaken, and Estela rests a hand on top of hers.Taylor looks up at her, her eyes glossy. “I just want everyone to be okay.” She stutters, trying not to break down.“I just want you to be okay.” Estela’s voice is soothing, and Taylor seems to sincerely believe what she just said.“You don’t have always to play the hero, you know? Sometimes you gotta accept the fact that you might not be able to save everyone. That you barely can save yourself.” Estela makes a good point. “Besides, Quinn’s okay. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You were helpful with other things, maybe next time you’d be able to protect them. I could teach you some basic self-defense moves, if you’d like.” Taylor notices Estela’s about to take her hand off, away from hers, so she laces her fingers with hers, in hope this is okay. Estela act like she didn’t notice, but god, she did. She’s almost burning inside, wondering how it would feel to be wrapped in Taylor’s touch. She didn’t mean to get attached, yet here she is.A cold night breeze blows past them, and Taylor shivers. But before Estela can comment on that, Taylor speaks up and addresses a question at her.“Not to be rude, but… why do you even care?” She asks. She probably knows the reason, or at least can think of it, but she wants Estela to say it. To acknowledge it.“Because…” She’s not sure how much she should give away. ‘none’ is the best answer to that, but it’s somehow still not enough to stop her.“For some reason, I like you. More than the other fools around here, anyway. You said you felt responsible for them? Good, You’re the only one with a brain around here. If someone can help and protect them, it’s defiantly you.” Estela’s telling the truth, making a smile form on Taylor’s lips. She watches her lips a second too long, shooting her look quickly the other way, making herself even more suspicious. She hopes the dark, night sky are able to hide her slightly flushed cheeks.“That’s not true. If someone can protect them it’s you. I bet you would’ve handled it better.” Taylor argues.“Maybe.” She’s right. “But that’s not the reason I’m here.” Taylor wonders what that could mean, but decides not to pry. At least not now. Estela could just be referring to the fact that they all won this trip, and she didn’t come out here to play babysitter. God knows where she disappeared to every time she went out.“Maybe I’ll take on your training offer.” Taylor said, as another breeze passed by. This time, Taylor was actually shaking this time.“That’s it.” Estela suddenly stands up, dropping Taylor’s grasp. Taylor seems down for a second, before Estela easily lifts her, in one swift motion, and carries her fireman-style back into the Celestial. “Hey!!!” She tries to resist. “PUT ME DOWN!” Taylor continues to protest.“Shhhh… You’ll just wake everyone up.” Estela continues until they’re in safe ground, in the safe hotel. Taylor giggles as Estela puts her down, and even Estela can’t suppress a smile. A genuine one. They stay really close even after Estela’s no longer holding her in the air, hands linked together.Taylor gives her the ‘… what now?’ look after holding her gaze for a second too long, and Estela pulls away, taken aback. Taylor swallows, and looks away.“Hey, thank you for the.. talk. I needed it. I guess I just froze back there.” She shrugs, referring back to the encounter with the tiger.“Everyone has a weakness.” Estela says without looking directly at Taylor, which upsets Taylor, but she doesn’t say anything.‘And you’re it for me.’ Estela has to withhold herself from saying. She didn’t want to believe it, but regardless of her acknowledging it or not - Taylor was her weak point.She motions Taylor to follow her up the stairs, until they reach where her room is. Taylor looks a little disappointed. “Do you… Do you wanna come in?” She asks.“I better head back to bed, too.” Estela shrugs.“Oh.” Taylor’s now the one to look away, not making eye contact with Estela.“But,” Estela decides to take a risk. Just this once. Who knows where it’ll lead. Or won’t lead.But it’s worth the risk.She takes Taylor’s face in her hands, and kisses her.Gently, at first, and then deepening the kiss. This will defiantly cheer Taylor’s mood.Taylor pulls Estela closer against her, kissing her harder, until they break off, steal wanting more… but both reluctantling understandingly. “Good night, Taylor.”.“Good night, Estela.” Taylor can still feel her taste on her lips as she enters her room, her mind has so many things to think about. But, happily, those things don’t include any more self doubts or concerns for her friend’s safety. Well, at least not in the head of the list. Estela gave her something much better to think about.
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