#much easier to keep Colin as Just Some Fucking Guy when he barely talks
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zac’s “less is more” approach to comedy is always golden but it is working PERFECTLY for colin provolone from both a comedic and dramatic standpoint. everyone else I kinda get the vibe of but colin is Just Some Guy which is driving both me and raphaniel up the fucking WALL.
#it’s VERY funny but Colin what the FUCK is your deal what HAPPENED TO YOU#he’s just some guy we know nothing about his past but we KNOW he has Some Kind Of Past#what kind of past? what happened? we don’t knowwwww#and the whole story treats him as Just Some Guy which is so funny but also like. what the fuck!#but my actual point is like#I love that zac can just stay on the sidelines without anyone really thinking about it#like he doesn’t take up scenes very much#which is cool but sometimes works to his character’s detriment#but here? perfect.#much easier to keep Colin as Just Some Fucking Guy when he barely talks#anyway. zac oyama is very talented that is all.#dimension 20#the ravening war#colin provolone#d20 spoilers#zac oyama#bishop raphaniel charlock
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First Date
First Date
Fic Summary: The time has come for you and Colin to finally have your first official date. Love Exists Masterpost. The Evans Fics Masterpost.
Fic Rating: M
Pairing: Colin Zabel/Female Reader
Warnings: Language & some making out/suggestive language
Last week when you flirted with Colin and followed him to his hotel room, it had been a quick, spontaneous decision. While it hadn’t worked out quite how you wanted it to, you got your chance a few days later when he slept over at your place.
You didn’t expect to spend the following day in bed with him, nor did you expect to feel so goddamn horny for the man the second he left. Even the quickie in your car wasn’t enough. You want more of Detective Colin Zabel and it’s driving you crazy.
You’ve never wanted someone this bad before. But your stomach is a jumble of nerves for an entirely different reason. Because tonight, you and Colin are having your first official date and you have no idea how to act.
Dating is new territory for you. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in a relationship and even then it wasn’t serious. When Colin asked you to join him for dinner at his friend’s restaurant, you said yes before you could overthink. Of course, now that means your anxiety has been building.
The case Colin and Mare are working has kept them busy over the last few days so you haven’t been able to spend much time with your…friend? You don’t know what to call him. Boyfriend sounds too formal. Lover is a weird word that never settles quite right. Potential romantic partner? Booty call? Really close friend?
See, this is why you never date. It gets too confusing and messy.
At least, that’s how you used to feel. Now, you’re not so sure. Because every time Colin catches your eye and smiles at you, those old thoughts aren’t as loud as they used to be.
You keep telling yourself to relax and go with the flow, but it’s easier said than done. Which is why you find yourself running around your room trying to find something to wear.
Currently, most of your clothes are piled up on your bed. Digging through them, you reject everything you see, almost to the point of tears. It’s not until you sit yourself down and take a few deep breaths that you realize just how nervous you are.
“It’s okay,” you tell yourself. “It’s Colin. You know him. You like him. And he likes you. He’s the sweetest man you’ve ever met and he’s not going to care what you wear as long as you have a great time.”
Bullshit. Dress to impress. Knock him dead. Take the beath out of him.
After several long minutes of internal debate, you manage to find something relatively dressy that fits and looks good on you. Shoving all your clothes back in the closet, you try to make your room mostly presentable on the off chance you and Colin end up back there after dinner. You’d like to assume you will but are trying not to put any pressure on him or yourself.
You just finish getting ready when there’s a knock on the door. Checking yourself over in the mirror one last time, you take a deep breath, before going to greet Colin.
Dear GOD, he looks amazing. While Colin tends to dress very well for work, it’s different seeing him in a suit jacket and tie.
“You look beautiful,” he says, eyes taking you in with appreciation. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yup. Just lead the way.”
Colin offers you his arm in an endearingly formal way and you can help but accept, letting him lead you to his car. The sweet man even opens the door for you. With a quiet word of thanks, you climb in, your heart fluttering with nervous energy.
As he drives away, you sense the nervous tension between you two.
“So…” Colin says. “I know I suggested my friend’s restaurant but if you’d rather go somewhere else that’s good too.”
“No, no, your friend’s place is fine.”
Colin nods, flipping on the radio to help fill the awkward silence. You don’t know what to do with your hands and find yourself fidgeting with your coat, seatbelt, purse, and whatever you can.
“How was your afternoon?” Colin asks. “You were gone by the time we got back from canvasing…”
“It was fine. Made some coffee runs and filed a bunch of stuff.”
“Cool...”
More silence. As Colin pulls into a parking space at the restaurant, you feel the need to clear the air.
“I’m sorry I’m not very good company tonight,” you say. “The truth is, I’m really nervous.”
Colin smiles and puts the car in park. “Honestly, me too.”
You both laugh, partly from relief and partly by amusement. “Look, I don’t have any expectations,” Colin continues. “I asked you out because I really like you and I’ve never connected with someone like I’ve connected with you.”
“We have connected very well,” you tease.
Colin’s cheeks turn red and he ducks his head as he tries to hide his smile. “I meant emotionally but yeah, physically too.”
“I also meant emotionally,” you say. “Mostly.”
He laughs and looks at you again. “I’m really happy to hear you say that. Glad it’s not all in my head.”
Hearing the self-deprecation in his voice, you slide your hand into his hair and pull him into a kiss. He responds instantly, melting into your touch and kissing back with equal intensity. When he draws back, his eyes are hooded.
“It’s not all in your head,” you assure him. “There is something here. Why wouldn’t I feel something for you? You’re smart, considerate, fucking adorable as hell…” He smiles and blushes harder. “You’re a great guy, Colin.”
He kisses you gently one more time. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I do,” you tease. “Now can we go eat?”
“Absolutely.”
Feeling lighter and less nervous, the two of you get out of the car. Colin takes your hand as he meets you on your side of the car. Heading inside, you can’t help but focus on the feeling of his hand in yours. It was solid and warm, just like the rest of him.
You’re seated right away and Colin let’s your hand go so he can hold your chair our for you. The atmosphere is calm and quiet, the low lighting set the right mood. Colin looks even more dashing than he did on your front porch.
The waiter takes your drink orders and you pick up your menu, trying to figure out what to have. Colin does the same.
“This is a nice place,” you comment, glancing around. “I’m not used to going out like this.”
“Stick with me and I’ll take you to all the nice places.”
“What? The backseat of my car isn’t nice enough?”
His ears turn red this time and he chuckles. “I didn’t say that. It has its merits.”
The waiter arrives with your drinks and takes your orders, before leaving once more.
“So, Detective Colin Zabel,” you say, resting your elbows on the table. “What’s a big shot like you doing in a place like Easttown?”
He clears his throat and shifts in his seat. “I’m no big shot,” he says shaking his head. “I’m just a guy trying to do the right thing.”
“It makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it?” you realize. “Talking about that big case.”
“Can we not talk about that case?” he asks. “I’m not…I’d rather talk about something else.”
“No problem. Sorry I brought it up.”
“It’s okay. What about you? I never asked what it was like for you starting out. You know, after the academy.”
He seems relieved that you are willing drop the subject and as the conversation starts to flow, both of you get more comfortable. Wanting to take his mind off things, you decide to tell him about your more memorable moments as a young trainee.
“Oh, and THEN! Then Mare arrives right as I’m trying to detain this guy,” you say, hands moving wildly as you talk. “And she just gives me that stern, unamused look that she always has…”
“Yup, I know that look.”
“And when I finally get him into the back of the car she goes, ‘Hey, kid, I think you’re forgetting something’.”
“Oh god, no…”
“Yeah, the guy’s dog. He came tearing out of the house and I chased me around the car while Mare just fucking laughed.”
Colin throws his head back and laughs, a sight that makes your own grin widen. You’ve never seen him so jovial, well without alcohol, and you vow to think of more stories that’ll make him laugh that hard.
“Didn’t you go there because of the reports of his dog being loud and aggressive?”
“Sure did. Then promptly forgot when I noticed the stolen merchandise from the theft. Needless to say, I got a little too excited and, whelp, got chased by the dog.”
Colin is still laughing, shaking his head while he does. “Wow. Just…just wow.”
“I am so glad you enjoyed my embarrassment.”
“I absolutely did.”
His face is bright and you want to reach across the table and kiss him.
You wonder why you were even nervous to begin with. Once the food arrives, Colin lifts his wine in a toast. You follow his lead with your drink and you both smile as you clink glasses.
“Any particular plans after dinner?” you ask as you both start to eat.
Colin shakes his head. “Not in particular. What do you have in mind?”
“There’s a soft bed that’s been missing you.”
His pupils dilate and you see his breathing pick up. “I…yeah, that sounds great. I kind of hoped you’d say that but I didn’t want to assume anything.”
Under the table, you run the tip of your shoe up the back of his calf and he jumps in surprise, almost dropping his fork. You smirk as he gets flustered.
“You have my complete permission to assume all you’d like,” you say in a low voice.
The evening takes on a very different energy after that. Heated looks are exchanged as you both eat as quickly as you can while still being polite.
“Are we thinking dessert?” the waiters asks when he gathers your empty plates.
You shoot Colin a raised eyebrow.
“I think just the check will be fine,” Colin says.
The drive back to your place is different than the drive to the restaurant had been. Colin’s hand rests on your knee, and just the pressure of it is enough to get your body going.
He barely puts the car in park before you reach for him, yanking him into a searing kiss. Colin is just as eager, hands fumbling to turn off the car before he can get them on you.
“We should go inside,” he pants between kisses.
“Yes, please.”
You stop just long enough to get out of the car. Coming around to the front, you both meet in the middle, Colin cupping your cheek while snaking his arm around your waist. God the way his mouth slots over yours is just so perfect.
The ringing of his cellphone cuts through the quiet night.
You groan in frustration. “Noooooo.,” you whine.
Colin huffs in annoyance, pulling back. “I’m so sorry,” he says taking the phone out of his pocket. “Shit, it’s Mare. I should take this.”
Sighing but understanding, you motion for him to go ahead.
Colin answers the phone. “Zabel, here. Yeah, hey, Mare…”
You know work has interrupted your date and you probably won’t be getting to the best part anytime soon. Colin’s face is somber as he listens to his partner.
“Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he says, giving you an apologetic look. “Bye.”
He hangs up.
“Duty calls?” you ask.
“I’m so sorry,” he says. “She wants me to meet her in an hour. There’s a club we need to check out.”
“An hour, huh?” you ask, lips curling into a smile.
“Yeah. It’s across town so it’s going to take me a—what are you doing?”
You push him so his back bumps into the hood of the car. “You have plenty of time to get there. I want to at least make out a little.”
Colin gives you that lopsided smile before pulling you into another heated kiss. You slide your arms around his neck as his go around your waist, crushing you against his chest. It’s filled with promises and silent wants. Neither of you wants him to go, both of you would love to go inside and pick up where you left off the other day.
But work is work, and you won’t make him feel guilty for doing his job.
Your tongue finds his, deepening the kiss as your fingers dig into the collar of his coat. Colin draws back just enough for his nose to brush yours as he lays several pecks on your lips.
“If I’m not done too late, can I come back?” he asks, voice filled with hope.
“You better.”
His smile widens and he gives you one final, sweeping kiss before gently pushing you back so he’s not pressed against the car.
“I’ll text you,” he promises.
“I’ll be waiting.”
Colin watches you walk up to your door but doesn’t get into his car until you’re safely inside. You wave to him from the door, hoping he’ll come back sooner rather than later. In the meantime, you are going to find the sexiest underwear you own and wait.
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heartbreak like a hangover (iii)
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part one | part two
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In the three minutes it took Sophie to climb the stairs to her room, the realization of what she had just agreed to hit her like a ton of bricks. In her mind, she was thinking Rafe was giving her space just like she needed, time to figure out how she was going to juggle all her priorities at once - including him. She sucked in a deep breath once she was finally in the safety of her room, on the verge of panic.
“Sophie?” Allie asked, concerned. She was the only one in the room when Sophie came back. “What’s wrong?”
“I - fuck, Allie, I just fucked up.” Sophie wrapped her arms around herself tightly and leaned her back against the wall, trying to make sense of the conversation.
“Do you need something?” Allie stood, frowning and gently touched Sophie’s shoulder.
“Can I be alone for a minute?” Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to show she was about to cry.
“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Allie grabbed her phone and paused before leaving. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be okay. Okay?”
“I don’t know.” Sophie frowned, her voice shaky. Allie just nodded and touched her shoulder again before slipping out the door to give her some space. Once she was sure Allie had walked away, Sophie let out a pathetic sob, biting her knuckles to stay quiet. She felt stupid for even wanting to cry over this, something she had caused, but allowed herself a moment of pity. Just a moment, and okay, maybe a moment more.
She crawled into bed still in her clothes from class, toed off her sneakers and pulled her pillow over her head. Every time she thought about what she had said to Rafe, and what he asked for, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. He wouldn’t even look at her after she said it, so fucking confident, as if he had just offered her some time to think when really he was proposing a full pause to their relationship. After thinking about it more, she came to the conclusion that he’d been prepared for this conversation, he’d probably been thinking about it for a while. Sure, she could explain what she was thinking, but what if that’s what he really wanted all along? Space from her?
They’d spent almost every day together over break, after all, maybe that was too much for him. Maybe he found he didn’t like her that much after all, that she was only fun when they were flirting and play-fighting. She’d always been the same way, thinking the chase was more fun than the catch, but Rafe was different to her. Maybe it was just the same for him.
Sophie worked herself into a tirade of self doubt, crying harder and harder as she compared herself to past girlfriends of Rafe’s (though she could only recall high school) and thought about all the things she couldn’t offer him. Money. Expensive gifts. Lavish vacations. Hell, she couldn’t even offer him that much time this semester, knowing her schedule was going to be packed full. Maybe he knew this all along, just didn’t want to be the one to say it.
She’d been through a “break” before - freshman year. She was eighteen and naive, and gladly accepted taking a break over the winter holiday without putting two and two together that it’s much easier to break up with someone when your relationship is on hold. That relationship held nothing to what she had with Rafe, but she felt herself wanting to be sick thinking about what she had done.
It’s funny how heartbreak can feel like a hangover.
After a couple hours, Julia and Allie returned to the room quietly, a pint of ice cream in hand. They found Sophie asleep with the lights on, mascara smudged under her eyes. Allie knelt down next to her, gently nudging her awake. “Sophie, you gotta get up and change, okay?”
Sophie rubbed her eyes hard as she slowly sat up, pressing her hands against her head. “Is it late?”
“Only around nine. You can go back to sleep, just figured you’d want to take your makeup off? Or not sleep in jeans?” Julia frowned, looking her over. Sophie nodded, still half asleep, and got up to kick off her clothes and pull on sweatpants and a t-shirt instead. She paused when pulling out a shirt, purposely avoiding three of Rafe’s that sat in her drawer.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Allie asked softly, holding up the pint of ice cream and a spoon. Sophie finished taking her makeup off, then turned back to them. “Maybe tomorrow? I just...I don’t...” Her voice cracked and she ducked her head down, quickly rubbing away a stray tear.
Julia crossed the room first and pulled her into a hug, holding her tight. Sophie stayed stiff in her arms, taking short shallow breaths. “It’s going to be alright, Soph. Whatever it is, you can fix it.”
“Maybe.” Sophie mumbled and Julia finally let go. She stepped back and gave her space, and Sophie returned to her bed straightaway, curling up under the covers. After a few hesitant moments and mouthed words, the girls left her alone again.
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Two hours after talking to Sophie, Rafe finally returned to the Delt house. He couldn’t think of anything to do except go for a drive, going straight down the highway away from Columbus. He only turned around once he pulled the car over, after realizing he was crying and couldn’t see the road through the rain pouring outside. When he felt his cheeks, wet to the touch, he punched the steering wheel, wanting to scream. Every single moment of their conversation replayed in his head - god, how things could go so wrong in a fifteen-minute drive home.
Did he push her too much? Was it his snap at her, was it him being too overbearing and picking her up even though she asked to talk the next day? He wasn’t sure, but he knew she didn’t pause for a moment when he suggested a break. Why he even suggested it in the first place was beyond him - maybe it was a chance for her to give in, to explain why she’d felt so distant.
He never expected her to say yes.
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The next two weeks were absolute hell for Sophie.
She was doing everything in her power to keep herself from thinking about what had happened, making herself work until two or three am every night. She prepped for schoolwork weeks in advance, staking her claim in the architecture studio, and stayed an extra hour at the office for her internship when she could. (That was promptly shut down after a week, when her boss had to tell her to go home for the fourth time in a row.)
She was exhausted, working herself to a breaking point of stress - one she was used to during finals week, not at the beginning of the semester. Her distraction tactic hardly worked anyways, as she found herself writing Mies van der Rafe in her notes instead of van der Rohe. She wore the sweater Rafe gave her for Christmas one day despite her brain telling her no, and the smell of his cologne in the fabric had her sidetracked the entire day.
There were several moments she almost texted him, drafting up a short message about a new song she found that reminded her of him or wanting to tell him about her favorite new professor. Each time her thumb hovered over the send button, moments away, then she hastily deleted and hoped he hadn’t seen the typing bubble pop up. Even if she missed him like hell, she wanted to respect his space, give him time for the break he had asked for.
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“Come on, we’re going out.” James threw the blankets off Rafe’s bed, duvet and all. “Get the fuck up.”
Rafe groaned, pulling his pillow over his head. He had been miserable the past two weeks, sure that his relationship was doomed. All he had done was go to class, do the bare minimum for his assignments and taking notes, then came home again to watch movies, sleep, or run. Colin had confiscated Rafe’s tennis shoes once he tried going on his third run of the day, and James confiscated Rafe’s DVD of The Da Vinci Code after his fourth watch. (He didn’t find it a coincidence that the lead female protagonist was also named Sophie.)
“Either you shower on your own or we’re forcing you in. Get up.” Colin added. The two boys had given Rafe his time to process, but when he refused to talk to them about what had happened and just moped around instead, they decided to take action.
Rafe got out of bed with a groan, throwing the sheets back onto his bed. “Fuck you both.”
“Aw, buddy, you don’t mean that. Go take a fucking shower.” James clapped Rafe on the back, handing him his towel. Surprisingly, Rafe didn’t protest much and ambled down the hall.
“That’s something.” Colin remarked when Rafe came back in, freshly showered.
“I’m not going out.” Rafe retorted. James stopped him from trying to pull on a fresh pair of sweatpants. “Yes, you are. Real person clothes. Quit being a wet blanket.”
“Excuse me for being upset over my girlfriend breaking up with me.” Rafe mumbled.
Both James and Colin stopped in their tracks, surprised he had finally admitted something and surprised it was so finite. “That doesn’t sound right. Are you sure?” Colin asked.
“No. Fine. We’re on a fucking break. Which is practically the same thing.” Rafe pulled on the clothes James had set out for him, though not without a few extra dramatic grumbles.
“No, no, dude, that’s not the same at all. A break is temporary.” James reassured him, handing him his coat. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you wanna get fucked up?”
Rafe debated, glancing back and forth between his bed and the door. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Colin nodded. “Great, let’s go then. The rest of the guys already left.”
It only took Rafe three drinks and two shots until he was confessing his feelings. A girl slid up to him at the bar, complimenting his hair (that was ungelled, just how Sophie liked it) and placing a hand on his arm. “That was how Sophie flirted.” Rafe told her with a big sigh.
She gave him a confused look, pulling back her hand. “Sophie?”
“My girlfriend.” He clarified. “Well. Ex girlfriend. We’re on a break, I don’t know what that means.”
“Okay...” The girl nodded just to be polite, looking like she regretted ordering a more time-consuming drink as both of them waited at the bar.
“I love her. I haven’t told her yet though. But I asked her if she wanted the break. I think. I don’t remember.”
The girl frowned. “Why would you do that if you love her? That doesn’t make sense.”
“I know.” Rafe lamented, frowning. “I miss her so much. She smells like lemons, you know, and that flower that makes you sleepy.”
“Lavender?” The girl supplied.
Rafe snapped his fingers. “Yeah, that’s it.” When the bartender handed him their drinks, he frowned. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know you. I just miss her. I need to call her.”
“S’okay.” She had paid for his drink when he wasn’t paying attention, taking pity on him. “Call her in the morning though, when you’re sober. Trust me.”
Rafe nodded. “When I’m sober. Got it.” She nodded and gave him a small smile, then made her exit. Unfortunately for him, he forgot the conversation almost as quickly as it had happened, choosing to drink more instead. Once the boys finally got him to quit, he was unsteady, leaning on every surface available. Both James and Colin had to wrestle him into an Uber then drag him up the stairs to their room. “M’ sorry.” He mumbled for the fourth time in a row, practically collapsing into his bed.
“You’re a mess, dude, get your shit together.” Colin reprimanded. “Talk to her, or something.”
“Can’t. Told her two weeks. Giving her time.”
“It’s been two weeks. It is today, at least.” James pointed out, handing Rafe a bottle of water to sober him up.
“Oh.” He accepted the water, frowning. “She hasn’t said anything.”
“It’s barely two weeks, it’s one am. She’s not going to call you now.” Colin reasoned. “You gonna tell us what happened or not?”
Rafe paused, considering. “I think it might’ve been the Christmas party? She was being weird that night. Dunno why. She met my dad.”
James nodded in recognition. “Oh. You should have just started with that.”
“Huh?”
“Your house is kind of intimidating. And your dad.” Colin told him, point-blank.
“Yeah, you took us to visit the Outer Banks on a private plane for spring break freshman year. That’s not normal.” James added.
“But you guys grew up together, she must have known all that already. Right?” Colin asked.
Rafe sat back against the wall, head spinning a little. “Yeah...right.”
“Convincing.” James handed Rafe another water bottle, watching him put two and two together.
“I can’t think straight.” He confessed. “This is too much.”
“Go to bed and we can talk it out tomorrow, okay?” Colin set two ibuprofen on Rafe’s nightstand for the next morning. “You guys can fix this, Rafe.”
“Sophie calls me that.” He practically whined, flopping back onto the bed again.
James snorted. “That’s your name, buddy. Everyone calls you that.”
“Still.”
“Okay. You’re not as sober as I thought you were. Drink the rest of your water and you can sleep.”
Rafe nodded and drank the rest, then tossed the bottle back to James. “She’ll talk to me in the morning? Promise?”
“Uh...yeah. Sure. Promise.” Colin gave him a pitying look. “Just go to sleep, man. It’ll get better.”
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“Okay, you can’t do this anymore.” Julia interrupted Sophie’s train of thought, grabbing her laptop away from her. Sophie was holed up in the study room of Theta at 1am, again, doing everything she could to keep herself busy.
“Hey! Give it back.” Sophie grabbed for it, but Julia held her laptop out of her reach. Allie picked up Sophie’s mug and dumped it in the water fountain. “Coffee, Soph? This late?”
“I was working.” She protested weakly, reaching out.
“Sophie, you have your homework done for the entire month of February. And it’s barely the end of January.” Allie flicked through Sophie’s notebook, shaking her head.
“Just in one class. Just little quizzes.”
“That’s not normal. You’re working too much.” Julia argued. “And it’s a Friday. Come on, you have to go to bed.”
“I can’t.” Sophie frowned, backing down more and more. “And I can’t tell you why. It’s fucking pathetic.”
Julia shook her head and sat next to her, Allie still standing with arms crossed. “We’re not going to make fun of you, you know that.”
Sophie let out a big sigh, pressing her fingers to her temples. “I keep dreaming about him. He’s being sweet, or giving me things, and then sometimes I kick him off the edge of a cliff.”
Julia couldn’t help herself and snorted. “Lovely.”
“It’s not funny! I fucked up a good thing. And now I don’t know if I can fix it.” She bit the inside of her cheek.
“Can I be honest?” Allie asked.
“When are you not?”
Allie laughed a little at that. “Honestly, I think you’re being dumb. You’re letting this whole money thing get to your head, and I’ve never seen you less confident. That’s not you, Soph.”
Julia nodded. “You and Rafe are good together, he makes you happy. You know that. Besides, if you’re going to date a man, he might as well be rich.”
“That is...so not helpful.” Allie sighed.
Sophie laughed out loud, for what felt like the first time in days. “It’s a little true. I just need to talk to him, don’t I?”
“Exactly. I’m sure he’s not doing well either.” Julia added.
“He hasn’t reached out at all.” She told them, twisting her rings she wore daily as her usual anxious habit.
“You’re the one that accepted the break. He’s probably just waiting for you first.” Allie pointed out.
“Maybe.” Sophie sat back in her seat, thinking. “At the party, he said he had something important to say. He told me no l-word. What’s that supposed to mean?”
Both Julia and Allie exchanged glances, Allie shaking her head.
“What?”
“Um...you’re going to have to figure that one out on your own, Soph.” Julia stood and offered her hand. “You need to sleep first though. If not for you, do it for us.”
“Seriously, you’ve made us worried.” Allie nudged Sophie’s shoulder with her own once she stood. Sophie nodded and followed them upstairs, feeling a little more hopeful.
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The next morning, Rafe didn’t wake up until nearly noon. He checked his phone with a groan, seeing a single text notification.
Sophie: hey. can I see you?
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One Night🌙2
Warnings: noncon sexual acts (to be warned later in series); consensual sex (one night stand, dirty bathroom sex)
This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: One night changes your entire life.
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You didn’t expect to spend your morning in the maternity ward. A last minute appointment just before your closing shift at the cafe. You had your uniform in your bag and a granola bar burning a hole in your stomach.
You also didn’t expect to feel this… overwhelmed. Stepping out of the doctor’s office, you fell into one of the pleather chairs in the waiting room. You just needed to breathe. Needed to keep that bunch of oats from coming up.
You went over everything Dr. Xui had told you. First, the three trimesters and upon prompting, an in-depth discussion of abortive measures. You’d thought you were ready for the latter but that had turn to a torturous uncertainty.
It would be easier in the long run but it was also terrifying. Yes, it was a mistake but you weren’t sure if you could just erase this one so easily. Not without leaving a mark.
So she sent you away with a card for an agency which could help place the child, if that was what you decided on. You bent the card between your fingers and felt the raised font on its face. You weren’t ready for a child. Old enough, sure, probably more than, but this wasn’t the life to bring another into.
You stood and swallowed the acid in your throat. You smiled at the receptionist as you passed and went to the elevator. You hit the button and thought back to that night.
He’d bought you a drink, a second, then a third. You danced, not well, and then…
The doors opened and shook you from your reverie. You stepped inside and turned as the metal slid back into place with a ding. You slid the card in the front pocket of your bag and hugged the worn leather against you.
You’d called the agency before work, or on your break. You only had enough time to get there and get changed. The doors opened again and two passengers left. You sensed movement as more got on and a body sidled closer to yours.
“Hey,” The voice sank deep into your chest like a knife. “Ah, this might be out on a limb, but you remember me?”
You glanced over. It was him. You sucked your bottom lip under your teeth and blinked. You shook your head and steadied yourself as you looked past the woman in front of you to the columns of buttons.
“Shit,” You muttered.
“That sounds like a yes,” He chuckled. “Look, I don’t wanna make this awkward. Just… you visiting someone?”
“Hmm?” You turned to him again, stunned.
“A new niece or nephew?” He wondered. “You, uh, got on at the maternity floor so I…”
“Oh… no,” You said dumbly. “No, I just had…” You looked up as the L flashed above. Great. “An appointment.” The doors opened smoothly. “Look, I gotta run. I got work in an hour and barely that to get across town.”
“Wait,” He followed you out. “Wait, you had an appointment?”
You rushed towards the revolving doors at the front of the hospital. You pushed through and he hit the heavy plastic as he barely squeezed in before he was crushed. You came out the other side and clamoured down the three steps to even ground.
“Hey, hey,” He grabbed your elbow and turned you back.
You looked around at the people around you. No one seemed to notice your distress or that this man was holding onto you.
“I can’t talk,” You tried to pull away.
“There someone else? A boyfriend? You just planning?” He asked. “Just tell me it’s not--” His brows lifted and his mouth hung open.
You gulped and let out a shaky breath. You looked over your shoulder as the hissing city bus approached.
“Shoot, that’s my ride,” You wriggled free of him and darted into the parking lot.
A car honked at you as your bag bounced against your hip and you waved at the bus as it came to the stop. You were out of breath when you reached it and the driver gave you an impatient look. The door unfolded behind you as you flashed your pass and made your way past the front seats.
As the bus pulled away, you saw him as he came to a stop beside the domed shelter. His hands went to his hips as he watched you shuttled off and you clung to a bar as you steadied yourself.
You had the worst fucking timing.
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When you got to work, you offered to take over the midday bake for Colin. He took the till and you kept in the back. Your head was spinning from all that had come to light in the last few days. Pregnancy, appointments, that man. You couldn’t even think his name. He was still a stranger to you.
You were left for the last two hours to close. Traffic slowed then and you didn’t mind the lull. You cleaned out the machines and slowly shut them down as customers trickled out. Fifteen minutes until you could lock up and started mopping.
The door rang as you cleared a table of square plates and coffee-tinged mugs.
You called over your shoulder. “Just a moment, please.”
You finished up and turned with your tray of dishes. It bobbled in your grasp and you struggled to keep hold of it as the man stood expectantly facing you. He caught the edge and saved a spoon from falling.
“Here, let me help,” He wrestled you for the tray and you let go, afraid that it would all go flying. “You shouldn’t be carrying so much.”
Andy Barber turned and walked to the counter and set the tray on the end where drinks were placed for waiting customers. You went around the other side to the till.
“Our espresso machine in off for the night but I still have medium roast.” You offered.
He approached slowly and rested a hand on the glass display for the desserts. He leaned on it, his other hand on his hip as he looked at you. Sober and staunch.
“I’m not here for coffee,” He said.
You looked around the empty cafe.
“So I can cash out? We’re about to close.”
“You can’t just not talk to me,” He said. “You have to tell me if that’s my baby.”
You cleared your throat and opened your till with a loud clang. You took out the drawer and closed it. You turned and began to balance your cash.
“How did you even find me?” You asked.
The small door swung as he stepped around the counter and came to stand beside you.
“I have friends at city hall and down at the station,” He said. “I did check the diner first and they told me you had a second job.”
“Well, I’m working,” You filled out the cash sheet and placed it on the drawer. “I gotta go put this in the safe.”
He was quiet as you went to the back and into the small office that hid the safe. You shoved the drawer inside for the opener and closed it. You returned to the front as Andy fingered the metal logo on the latte machine.
“You gonna tell me?” He said. “Is it mine? Is there someone else?”
“Not anyone who could be the father,” You sighed. “Look, I’m not keeping it.”
“What?” He breathed. “You’re--”
“I haven’t decided. I was talking about my options and I think I prefer adoption over the alternative.”
“Adoption? Don’t I get a say in my child’s life?”
“I don’t know you. You don’t know me. This is easier.” You began to wipe down the counter.
“It’s not.” He said. “You don’t know what it’s like to lose a child.”
“Andy,” You said his name and it felt strange on your tongue. “That’s why. I know about your family. About your wife.” You glanced down at the ring on his finger. “It was one night. It’s not the rest of our lives.”
“I don’t want you to get rid of it,” He pulled his hand from the counter and tucked it in his pocket. “And you can’t without my say.”
“Maybe you can adopt it? You, and when your wife wakes up…”
“She’s not going to wake up,” He said softly.
“Then you can--”
“I don’t need to adopt my child,” He sneered. “I’m a lawyer. I know my rights, do you?”
Your throat constricted and you wrung the rag in your hands.
“I have to activate the security system. You need to leave. We’re closed.” You said.
“You can’t run from me. Or our baby.” He frowned. “I’m trying to help you.”
“I’m on the clock. I have work to do.”
“So, when can we talk?” His voice was brittle, though whether it was out of anger or desperation, you couldn’t tell.
“I don’t have a lot of time, okay? I work two jobs. I don’t have days off. Do you understand why that might be a problem here.” You gestured to your stomach, hidden beneath your apron. Not very noticeable yet, but it would be soon enough.
“Which is why we need to talk,” He stated. “Tomorrow?”
“I open at the diner and I close here. Again.” You said.
“The next day?” He asked.
“Fine. I finish work at five. Diner.” You took the dishes from the tray and dumped them into the sink.
“I’ll drive you home then,” He said.
“Alright.” You accepted as you turned away from the sink. “I’ll show you out.”
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It was the day. You hadn’t stopped thinking of it, dreading it, since that night in the cafe. It felt like the walls were falling down, like your entire being was folding in on itself.
You were almost done work. Estelle let you cash out your tips as she made her rounds with the evening servers. As you looked up, she was pouring coffee for a man at a table for two. You hadn’t seen him come in. You gathered up your tips and untied your apron.
You folded it up in your bag, it needed a wash, and unclipped your name tag as you approached the table.
“How long have you been here?” You asked. Andy stirred cream into his coffee as he glanced up at you.
“Ten minutes,” He waved to the other chair. “Food any good here?”
“Eh, this isn’t really high dining,” You stayed standing. “Coffee’s burnt.”
He took a gulp and nodded. “It is.”
“You said you’d drive me home,” You crossed your arms. “And I’m not very hungry.”
“We can go somewhere else,” He offered as he stood and flipped a few bills onto the table.
“I have food at home.” You insisted.
“Alright,” He shrugged and gestured you along.
He followed you and reached past you to open the door. He came up beside you on the sidewalk and directed you along to his car. He opened that door two and you reluctantly climbed in. He closed it and rounded the car to the driver’s side. He settled in and slid his phone into the holder clipped to the vent.
“Address?” He asked. You told him and he typed it in.
He sat back and turned the engine.
It was silent as he pulled out. You didn’t know what to say and you expected he had a lot to say. Maybe he didn’t know how.
“I could sign away my parental rights,” You said quietly. “I was reading about it online. If you want the kid…”
“You don’t want it? At all?” He gripped the wheel. “Have you even thought about it? Or did you just refuse to. Do you believe all these excuses you spit out?”
“You don’t understand--”
“What is it? Two jobs? Too expensive?” He scoffed. “You know, legally I’d have to provide support. And you’d get maternity leave.”
“A whole four weeks,” You shook your head. “There’s a lot more than just that, okay?”
“How old are you?” He asked sharply. “You look more than old enough to handle it.”
You recoiled at the accusation. You weren’t quite his age but you were still young enough to wait a little longer.
“Don’t act like you know me or my life, Mister District Attorney,” You spat.
“Assistant--”
“It doesn’t matter.” You huffed. “I don’t understand what you want from me. I offered to give you the child, to sign over my rights. I have offered my body, to carry your child to term, because of your rights.”
“I’m trying to help you.” He said. “Maybe you should start helping yourself.”
“Help myself? I was doing just that until you came along.”
He was quiet. His GPS led him onto your street and he pulled up in front of your parents’ driveway.
“Don’t you think about that night? Was it so bad?” He shifted into park.
“I can barely remember that night,” You grasped the door handle. “If it wasn’t for this baby, I’d happily forget it completely.”
He looked at you, his thick brows drew together and he stretched his arm between your seats.
“Really?” He asked. You shrugged and looked out the window to your parents’ house. “I never stopped thinking about it. Or you.”
“You don’t know me. We were drunk. Stupid.” You said.
“I wasn’t that drunk,” He countered.
“Well, I was.” You opened the door an inch and he grabbed your arm.
“I had a family. Fourteen years. And now they’re just gone.” He clung to you and you let the door close. “But this could be a new start. Something I’d never thought I’d get.”
“Andy, I’m sorry. About your family, about not telling you, but this isn’t a family situation. This is fucked up.” You wriggled against his grip. “We fucked beside a toilet. That’s hardly romance. This isn’t fate, this is just stupidity.”
He squeezed and you gasped at his sheer strength. His face darkened and you pressed yourself to the door.
“I won’t have another child taken from me and I won’t have another fractured family.” He snarled.
“No…”
“You try to give this kid away and I will keep you in court until it’s here. If you can even afford the retainer fee. This isn’t your child, it’s ours.” He pulled you away from the door, his nose almost touched yours as he leaned into you. “I can give you everything or I can take everything from you.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself?”
“It was one night!” You hissed.
“And this,” His other hand touched your stomach. “That’s the rest of our lives.”
“Let me go.” You struggled against him.
“So what? So you can go and flush it out?”
“I just want to go home, Andy,” You trembled. “Please, I already told you I’m having the baby but I just can’t… keep it.”
“You will keep it,” He grabbed your other arm and jolted you. “You understand me.”
“Andy--”
He let go of you and sat back. He hit the locks before you could open the door. He looked past you and you followed his gaze to your father as he lifted the garage door.
“That your dad?” He asked.
You nodded.
“You live with your parents?”
Another nod.
“They know?”
“Not yet.” You answered grimly.
“And if they did?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, should I come in and tell them the good news or--”
“Or what?”
“Or are you going to be a good mother and call the doctor to schedule your next check-up?”
You looked to your lap. You shoved your hand into your bag and pulled out your phone. You unlocked it and hit nine then one and he slapped it out of your hand.
“I told you, I got friends down there, everywhere in this town.” He growled. “And I will make sure everyone knows what you did and what you do from here.”
“I’m just a waitress--”
“At a locally owned diner that can’t afford a bad reputation,” He said. “I know Saul. He had a lawsuit about a year back against a former employee. Small time but he won. You might remember. He’s not the type of guy who likes to lose money. Business over people.”
“You can’t--”
“Look, I don’t want to, I really don’t. What I want is to drive you to your appointments, get everything we need for the baby, and keep you comfortable. That doesn’t sound so terrible to me.”
He dropped his arm and unlocked the doors.
“Speaking of, you should go get some rest. Take some time to think. I’ll see you tomorrow when you’ve decided.” He slung his hand over the wheel.
“Decided?” You uttered.
“How you wanna do this;” He smiled at his reflection in the rear view, “The easy way or the hard way.”
#andy barber#dark andy barber#dark andy barber x reader#andy barber x reader#dark!andy barber#dark!andy barber x reader#fic#series#dark fic#dark!fic#one night
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I’m highkey yearning for the scenario where Nandor “Guillermo DEFINITELY didn’t kill Carol” the Relentless is absolute shit at pretending he isn’t hiding something from his other roomates.
He’s jumpy and twitchy, and he’s constantly whisking Guillermo out of the room if any of them even make eye contact with Guillermo. And when Nandor actually fucking throws Laszlo out the window after he walks in on Guillermo cleaning dust off the floor (they’ve been having quite a lot of dust lately, Guillermo really needs to start doing something about that), they call an emergency house meeting because things are just getting ridiculous.
And Nandor’s worried when he gets to the meeting because oh satan they’re all staring at him, and Guillermo’s out on another stupid errand run, and oh dear this is starting to look more like an intervention than a normal house meeting.
Colin actually attempts to start the meeting calmly, a small, “Nandor, we’ve noticed you’ve been acting a little... off lately—“ that abruptly gets cut off with Nadja yelling at him, “We know what you’ve been hiding from us, you little shit!” (and Nandor could have sworn he saw the little Nadja doll in the back nodding sagely, but thats impossible—)
And Nandor’s full on sweating now—he didn’t even think that was possible anymore— because he knows even after 10 years, the others just kind of barely tolerate Guillermo and are definitely going to kill him for killing another vampire. And Nandor wants to protect Guillermo, he really does. But Nadja and Laszlo and even Colin Robinson (fucking guy) are much stronger than they look and theres no way he’d win in a 3-to-1 fight, and oh god he and Guillermo are going to have to flee to the countryside and become goat farmers to avoid being killed, and he’s supposed to be Nandor the Relentless, not Nandor the Goat Herder—
But then he finally registers what Nadja has continued yelling at him, an exhasperated flurry of, “—and we get it, we understand that the honeymoon period can be a little passionate and intense. But that’s no excuse for putting Colin Robinson in a headlock for asking Guillermo if he could check the miniature ice box in his closet-room!”
“I honestly just wanted to check if I left my pudding cup in there—“
“Shut up, Colin. As I was saying, your jealousy is getting out of control, and you very badly trying to keep your relationship a secret from us is not only making you even more insufferable to deal with, but is also rather insulting.”
And before Nandor even has a chance to ask what the fuck Nadja is talking about, Laszlo continues, “We know, we know. We understand that vampire-familiar relationships are generally looked down upon and greatly discouraged—“
“I thought they weren’t allowed.”
“Shut up, Colin, it’s not actually written down anywhere. But as I was saying, we’ve known each other for decades, Nandor. You and Gizmo shouldn’t have felt the need to hide your love-making, at least not from us, my old friend!”
And Nandor’s man enough to admit his brain had actually stopped working at those words. He’s gaping at them, sputtering nonsense, and Laszlo’s clapping him on the shoulder and Nadja actually looks like she actually feels a little sorry for him.
And of fucking course thats when Guillermo arrives home and walks into the meeting room to see Colin looking vaguely constipated, Laszlo stiffly patting Nandor on the back, and Nadja looking torn between punching Nandor through the roof or getting him another expired baskin robbins coupon to make him feel better.
All their eyes turn to Guillermo, and before he can even ask what in world is going on, Colin calmy states, “Sorry, Guillermo. But the cat’s out of the bag.”
Nandor sees the way Guillermo freezes at that, sees the way Guillermo’s hand twitches minutely, ready to grab the barely repaired broom and use it as an impromptu stake to defend himself.
(and Nandor swears he shivers in fear at Guillermo’s deadly competency, definitely not any other emotion, and his pants don’t feel a little tighter why would you ask something like that—)
He also sees the way Guillermo’s jaw clenches, and the way his eyes are starting to look a little watery, and “Master, how could you tell them that—“
But before Guillermo can give anything away, Nandor’s instantly across the room. He slides his arm around Guillermo’s back, tightly grips at the back of his neck in a silent plea to please shut up for 5 seconds, and very loudly and quickly anounces, “I’m sorry, Guillermo. We just couldn’t hide our love from three amazingly intelligent and perceptive vampires such as our roommates. What fools we were!”
“I’m sorry, excuse me?”
And Nandor feels a little better for a second that he’s no longer the only one gaping, but Laszlo helpfully supplies, “The jig’s up, Gizmo. But fear not! Your secret’s safe with us, no other vampires need to know you and Nandor have been bumping uglies in the night,” which is thankfully enough to keep Guillermo speechless for some time.
“Honestly, we’re mostly just surprised it took so long for you guys to finally get together,” and what in fuck’s name is that supposed to mean, Colin. But Nandor can feel Guillermo on the verge of a confused mental breakdown and decides that they’ve had quite enough of this meeting. He’s starting to steer them out of the room, pretty sure he’s blabbering nonsense about how yes, him and Guillermo are definitely in a romantic relationship and that’s totally the secret they’ve been keeping from everyone—
When Nadja and Laszlo leave them with parting gifts of, “So can you please stop acting like you’ve committed a crime? We’d much rather deal with walking in on you fucking than almost getting stabbed for sneezing in Guillermo’s direction,” and, “Really, you’re both acting as if you’ve killed a vampire or something!”
Nandor and Guillermo both sprint out of the room at that, Nandor’s arm still tight around Guillermo’s waist. Because while at least the others haven’t realized Guillermo’s killed vampires, now they have to pretend they’re apparently madly in love until everything calms down in the house again.
And it shouldn’t be too hard to sell, to fake it around the others. Nandor considers himself an excellent actor, and it’s not like he’s actually in love with his familiar—
But then he glances down at Guillermo’s wide eyes, his irresistably flushed cheeks, his parted lips ready to ask a million questions once they’re finally alone. Sees his pulse point jumping, goddamn smells Guillermo’s intoxicating blood running through his veins— ready to rip apart anyone who dares try to drain Guillermo of that blood—
And Nandor has the sinking feeling that becoming a goat farmer might be easier than what he’s about to endure.
tldr; give me a Nandor x Guillermo fake dating to hide that Guillermo’s a vampire slayer fic because I am THRIVING IN THIS TENSION
#nandor x guillermo#wwdits#shadows fx#nandor#guillermo#nandor the relentless#guillermo de la cruz#y’all i am still screaming PLEASE someone write this out or I will#THEYVE LITERALLY GIVEN US THE PERFECT SETUP FOR FAKE DATING AU#also dying at the thought of laszlo just saying#‘looks like blood isnt the only thing Nandor’s sucking tonight-‘#after the two of them flee the room#and nadja throwing laszlo out the window herself for that line#laszlo#nadja#colin robinson
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We Lost Him Too
Bruce went after one of Omega squad.
He done fucked up.
Enjoy!
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It’s been three days since Bruce asked Irey to bring Damian back. Things had been quiet from Omega squad, like they have been the last four months. The League doesn’t think much of the silence, since none of them besides Bruce know what happened. Their monthly meeting drags on as normal.
“I agree with Diana—”
The heavy doors swing open with a crash. Omega squad, eyes all blazing with fury, storm in. Wally focuses on his son and the young man’s clenched fists. Lian stalks forward, looking uncannily like her late mother, her voice sharper than any arrow she uses, “Where the fuck is he?”
“You all aren’t supposed to—”
“We have a good reason to be here, Stewart.” Milagro cuts the senior Lantern off. Speaking to Batman, she growls, “Do you want to tell them what that reason is or should we?”
“This is inappropriate.” Bruce stands.
“No, what’s inappropriate, Grandfather, is you asking Irey to help bring Damian back.” Mar’i snaps. The other Leaguers turn to the still neutral faced Bruce.
“I asked for her expertise—”
“And she said no.” Colin interrupts him. “She said no and you kept pushing.”
“I was trying to make her see reason.”
“What reason justifies you asking her to sacrifice her baby?!” Jon demands. “She could give birth any day now and you asked her to do something that could hurt her or Asha!”
“I was trying to bring my son back. If any of you cared—”
“You aren’t the only one here who lost him!” Milagro roars.
“He was our friend! Our teammate!” Mar’i’s unnatural green eyes start glowing purple.
“Our brother!” Colin shouts, gesturing to Jon and Jai. “Irey’s Lightning Rod! You aren’t the only person who loved about him, or misses him, or would do anything to get him back!”
“If that’s how you feel, then why aren’t you offering to help—” Bruce doesn’t know when to give up.
“Because Irey’s right! Damian would hate you as much as I do right now!” Mar’i snaps, “He would hate you for what you asked her!”
“Why are you all over reacting?”
“Overreacting?! Irey hasn’t been able to get out of bed in three days!” Jon clenches his fists, “Every time someone comes into the room, she can’t stop shaking! We can barely get her to eat! It took us months to convince her that nothing bad was going to happen to Asha! You destroyed that in ten fucking minutes!”
“If she’s unable to care for herself,” His still even voice pisses them off more, “Then perhaps someone should step in and provide a more stable environment for the child.”
They blink.
That’s all they do. They blink and Jai’s no longer standing silently with his team. The speedster has Batman pinned against a wall, slamming his fist into the older man’s gut. As Bruce doubles over, Jai throws him onto the ground. His golden-brown eyes have becomes a vibrant red, focused on the man in front of him. He jumps on top of the man, punching him over and over and over.
“Jai!” It takes Wally, Barry, and Bart to pull Jai back. His eyes still glow red as he struggles against them. Bruce stands, wiping the blood from his lips.
“If you come near her,” Jai’s voice sends a chill down their spines. He sounds exactly like Thawne, “If you even think of fucking taking Asha from my sister, you won’t have to worry about bringing Damian back. Because you’ll see him yourself after I kill you. I’ll shove my hand through your fucking chest.”
The other heroes in the room look at Jai in terror. Except Omega Squad. His teammates watch him with stoney faces. None of them move towards him. None of them try to stop him. None of them want to. Jai’s eyes fade back to normal as he glares at the bat.
“Omega.” Diana stands up, “I understand you’re upset. What Batman did was unacceptable and there will be consequences. However—”
Whatever telling off she’s going to give them is cut off by blaring alarms from their phones. Lian checks her screen, eyes widening, “Guys, we have to go. Now.”
“Why—” Lian cuts Jai off.
“Code July.” All the speedsters’ eyes widen at that. The men holding Jai let him go.
“Flash! He just attacked Batman! He can’t just walk out of—”
“My daughter just went into labor!” Wally snaps. “And before anyone says shit to my son, address the events that lead up to this first.”
The speedsters are gone in a flash. Omega squad glances at the League and Batman. Colin’s the one to address them.
“We’re not perfect. We’re the fucking misfits no other team wanted. But we’re a family. We fight for our family. Consequences be damned.”
They’re gone too, door slamming shut behind them. Batman returns to his seat, looking up at his fellow leaguers. “Shall we continue?”
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Two days later, Omega stand in a too clean hallway, bouncing with excitement. Even though their leave from the field has been extended indefinitely following the confrontation, nothing can ruin what’s about to happen.
“Sissy?” Jai opens the hospital room door. Their teammates try to peak around him, Mar’i floating to see above him. A soft heart monitor beeps from behind a sheet. A few vases of flowers and balloons sit on the dresser.
“Hey, guys.” Irey’s soft voice comes from inside. “Come on in.”
They pile into the hospital room. Just past the privacy sheet, Irey sits on her bed, light blanket covering her torso. Of course, they’re more focused on the baby sleeping on her otherwise bare chest. Soft coos come from the newborn, tiny hand wrapped around her mother’s finger.
“Hey, Mama.” Lian sets a covered dish on the table. “How you feeling?”
“I mean…I pushed a human out of my vagina and learned being shot hurts less.” The team laughs at her honesty. “Physically, sore as hell, but emotionally…”
The new mother trails off. She adjusts the sleeping baby to make it easier for them to see, closing her hospital gown. The squishy faced infant grunts as she’s moved, stretching her arms up, naked aside from her diaper. Dark curls already cover most of her head, skin a little ruddy but still like her father’s.
“Meet our newest little teammate,” Irey smiles down at her daughter. “Asha Nuri West-Wayne.”
“She’s so cute, Irey.” Mar’i coos, tickling bare toes. “Might be cold.”
“Well, I was trying some skin to skin bonding with her. And Mama runs warm, doesn’t she, Lightning Bug?” Irey kisses the baby’s nose. Asha coos softly. “Ok, Bug, Mama hears you. You don’t wanna be nakey much longer though.”
“If you want, I can dress her.” Milagro offers. Irey laughs. Knowing the fashionista, her newborn would be dressed like a little princess.
“I have a onesie and some socks in the dresser for her.”
“I got it.” Colin kisses the top of Milagro’s head and squeezes past his teammates. They turn when he bursts into laughter, only to join in when he holds up the Robin onesie. Complete with utility belt detailing. “Really, Ires?”
“It is cute and I will not hear anything against it. Don’t forget the Impulse socks.” Irey sticks her tongue out. Still laughing, Colin gets the baby’s clothes. Milagro does help her dress Asha. Irey looks at her twin, “I think Asha wants Uncle Jai-Jai to hold her first.”
Jai swells with pride. Taking his new niece into his arms, he sinks into the rocking chair besides his sister’s bed. Mom and Dad had sent him photos earlier, but they’re nothing compared to actually holding her. Asha grunts in his arms, which only makes him chuckle, “Oh, come on? Am I really that bad?”
“She is Damian’s,” Jon notes. Their late teammate’s name hurts for a moment, but not as much as it had, “Chances are she’s got his temper.”
They laugh at that. Irey lays back on the pillows, watching as Asha’s passed from Jai to Mar’i to Jon.
“I have something for this sweet soul.” Milagro sets a bag on the bed. Irey opens her mouth to protest.
Irey knows she won’t be able to argue with the Lantern, or at least that she won’t win, so she opens the bag. Her breath catches at the familiar fabric inside. Lifting it up gingerly, like it’s going to catch fire, Irey pulls one of Damian’s old capes out. A fuzzy yellow fabric had replaced the old inside, neat rows of thread holding it together. But it’s his cape. Without even lifting it up, she can smell Damian on it. His favorite cologne and the odd sent of jasmine added in.
“He’s not here.” The observation hurts, but Milagro continues, “He’s not here, but I figured his little girl could have a piece of him. Original parts are all still there too. So her Baba can keep her safe.”
“Thank you.” Irey sets the blanket down, pulling her friend into a hug. Milagro hugs her back just as tight, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, let’s see if little miss pouty pants likes it.” Milagro takes the baby from Colin, ignoring her boyfriend’s pout. After laying the blanket out infront of her, Irey lays her baby on it, loosely wrapping it around her. Asha yawns, tiny fingers gripping the edge of the blanket. A soft sound from her chest makes their hearts melt.
“That’s a happy baby.” Colin snorts. They spend the rest of evening with Irey, talking about everything and anything, like always. Asha’s well loved on as they chat. She whines anytime they try to unwrap her blanket. After Jon gets them dinner from a nearby restaurant, the team decides to leave Irey for the night. A few kisses and hugs given to both mother and child before their packed room empties.
Irey nurses Asha again, stroking her baby’s soft cheek as she eats. Her heart should be aching seeing how much her daughter looks like Damian. But it doesn’t hurt. Damian will always be a part of Asha. He will always be her Baba. But Asha isn’t him. To view her as him would be unfair to someone so new to this great big world.
“I love you, Asha.” Irey whispers to her sleeping daughter. “Your Baba loves you. I know he’s not here, but I can tell you that he would love you more than anything.”
Asha snores gently. Irey presses her lips to the back of Asha’s tiny hand, “I can’t promise you that you’re never going to be hurt, Bug. I can’t promise you that people will always be nice or understanding. But the one thing that I can promise you is that I’m always going to love you. Always.”
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OUAT 3X01 - The Heart of the Truest Believer
Finally, I can start Season 3! It’s been so long that I can HEART-ly believe it!
...Did you miss the puns? I missed the puns. I don’t think Emma did, because I’m just hanging on by a thread!
(Ha! Snuck two in!)
Anyway, let’s get under the cut and see what this episode has to offer!
Press Release
Emma, Mary Margaret, David, Regina, Mr. Gold and Hook enter Neverland to search for a kidnapped Henry, they’re greeted by a school of not-to-friendly mermaids who threaten to end their search before it begins; Henry finds himself on the run from the Lost Boys with another escapee from Peter Pan’s encampment; and Neal, recovering from his wounds, travels through the Enchanted Forest with Mulan in an attempt to learn the fates of Emma and Henry.
General Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness
Neverland Seas
”I blame you.” Yeah, I disagree, Emma. For one thing, this plays a pretty small part of the overall story. For another, while they tried to convince her of what to do, it was Emma’s ultimate decision to do it. As she says, “We’re the same age. We have equal amounts of wisdom.” For a third, their decision, while endangering Henry, saved Regina. For a fourth, the only people’s faults for Henry’s capture are Greg and Tamara. *sighs* Look, I get Emma’s grief and worry, but this writing direction doesn’t feel genuine for her to deflect blaming Snow and David. It feels like a conflict was thrown in so that there would be more of a disconnect between her and her family. I love Emma, but I can admit when a scene makes her completely unsympathetic despite the framing telling me otherwise, and this is a prime example. And here’s the thing: This never comes up again! Emma doesn’t apologize to them. This moment is utterly pointless!
The importance of teamwork is the big theme of this segment and once we get over that hiccup of a scene as I just mentioned, it’s delivered incredibly effectively. The conflicts between the characters, both internal and external, are incredibly real and no one is holding back. And the twist of those conflicts causing the storm is handled well! Rumple presents the bare essence of the theme, about Emma’s lack of belief, and because he chooses to go off on his own, the narrative has him fail by putting him into a traumatising position, whereas Emma’s belief in their abilities as a team and, in correlation with Rumple’s speech, herself, allows for the rest of the Nevengers to succeed.
Neverland Island
So I have a nice bit to say about this segment, but it all applies to my “Favorite Dynamics” segment, so you’ll see that down there!
Enchanted Forest
There’s not really much to be said about the story other than I liked it. That’s not to say that I didn’t like it or I didn’t appreciate the characters re-introduced or the interactions between them, but it was rather simple and that just doesn’t leave me a lot to talk about in terms of a breakdown of themes of major character actions. Still, the pacing was nice and the story was engaging!
Insights - Stream of Consciousness
-So I didn’t realize that Emma giving birth to Henry was the first scene of the season. For some reason, I was under the impression that it happened at the start of “Coming Home,” but I honestly love it being here. Immediately, you get the sense that this arc was well planned so that it could return to this moment at the end of “Coming Home.”
-Also, I love that flicker of light as Emma gives birth! Such a special part of Emma’s life -- one filled with both joy and misery as she decides to give Henry away -- deserves the magical treatment!
-I seriously got choked up as Emma denied her chance at being Henry’s mother from the start. There’s so much love for him from the start and while it’s causing her so much pain, she’s doing what she thinks is best for him. And the gentle and yet powerful way the theme plays in the background just kills me. Swan Believer forever!
-Damn, what a cool way to go back to the present! We’re put right in the action, not missing a minute of the adventure.
-I will NEVER get over how much I love hearing Killian say “Neverland.” Whether in “The Crocodile” or here, Colin puts so much energy into the word, encompassing the danger and adventure to be found there.
-”It’s a good thing you guys don’t ask any questions.” My sentiments exactly, Henry!
-”More time than I care to remember trying to leave this place to kill Rumplestiltskin.” This provides some interesting insight into Killian’s character. It implies (to me) that he devised his Dreamshade plan with quite a few years to spare before his escape, whereas I always assumed that the planning took most of the time and that the escape was just a pinch of time towards the end.
-”Villains don’t get happy endings.” It’s incredible that this line, said by a character that left so little of an impression, is what follows Regina, Rumple, and Killian throughout basically the rest of the series.
-”That’s a great use of our time. A wardrobe change.” To be fair, Killian, Rumple’s not going to be in fighting shape sporting a Calvin Klein suit. This...honestly weird ass outfit makes the most sense.
-”You don’t believe in your parents, you don’t believe in magic, or even yourself.” Talk about a kickass line of foreshadowing of all that she’s going to overcome by the end of this arc!
-”When have you ever taken a real leap of faith?” Give it about a half hour, Rumple!
-So I must say, it’s funny that a lack of evidence is brought up as such a big story element here, but once Tink enters the picture, it’s her need for evidence as to the safety of their voyage back that secures it. A bit of dissonance, but nothing too severe.
-I love how Rumple spins his cane as he disappears. Rumple is the most beautifully extra person across the realms.
-I probably should’ve discussed this last time, but I love the design for the Lost Boys. They give off this air of being lost souls and their numbers stand to make them very intimidating.
-So going off of Greg’s death as well as the events of “Awake,” I’m gonna say that a shadow rip doesn’t necessitate death unless the shadow ripper wants it to mean death.
-”No time for questions.” I like that subtle line that’s in tune with Greg and Tamara’s line of no asking questions, foreshadowing the revelation about him.
-Damn! JMO is strong!
-The dialogue in the scene with Neal, Mulan, Aurora, and Phillip flows so naturally!
-”How long was he with you?” ”Long enough for me to know that I miss him, too.” I normally don’t make timeline jokes, but...come onnnnn!
-”I will not be capsized by fish.” This may be my new favorite David line.
-Also, any pretense that murder leaves any long-lasting effects of Snow and David go the fuck away when David tries to kill mermaids.
-Why didn’t Regina get rid of them earlier?
-”If Pan wants you, he WILL get you.” This line is delivered so well. Pan is not only just barely holding out from outright bragging, but is trying to deteriorate Henry’s belief and seeing that it isn’t working, cementing his part to play in Pan’s ploy.
-”Lead the way.” Am I the only one humming “Follow the Leader?”
-I like how, until Rumple enchants her, Tamara physically can’t talk. Very realistic.
-You know, everyone talks about heart colors when it comes to Rumple, Regina, Snow, and Killian, but does anyone notice how Tamara’s heart was pretty freakin’ red when Gold crushed it?
-Did no one read “Lord of the Flies?” Get the conch shell away from your enemies!
-”Filet the bitch.” I’m starting to think that all of my favorite character lines in this show have to do with aquatic life.
-”We need to think this through.” Emma, that why they’re shouting at each other. They’re discussing the matter.
-Okay, so I’m not the biggest Robin Sr. fan (And I’m hoping that this rewatch changes that for the better), but this was a solid entrance. It feels iconic, plays to the character’s power and good nature, and the more neutral yet noble tone that the scene requires plays well to Sean’s strengths.
-”See these markings? He was keeping track of me growing.” Awwwww!!! Papafire moment! That was necessary and beautiful!
-I just realized, this is our intro to blood magic! Cool!
-”I ruined YOUR life?” Regina, please. I thought we were past that…
-”Don’t call my wife a slag!” Yeah, Killian. You deserved the fuck outta that punch.
-I love the music that plays during the flying sequence! It’s gorgeous, distinct, and whimsical!
-CAPTAIN CHARMING BROMANCE!!! We have taken off!
-So I’m guessing that Rumple has encountered Felix at least one or two times.
-”Each of us have been too busy being at each other’s throats to be believers.” Those things aren’t correlated.
-”We need to do this the right way.” “No, we don’t. We just need to succeed.” YESSSS! Emma! That is my girl! She gets her tactics from her mama!!
-”It’s easier to get people to hate something than to believe.” That’s...incredibly accurate.
Arcs - How Are These Storylines Progressing?
Everyone Working Together AND The Mission to Save Henry- ”It’s time for all of us to believe, not in magic, but in each other.” Emma’s speech took a sentence to get going, but once it did, DAMN did it get good! Now, as one gleams from this episode, these two arcs are one and the same. The only way Henry is saved is by working together, and this episode completely captures why that’s so important.
Emma Accepting Her Parents - This second-part-of-an-arc got off to SUCH a weak start, and that’s frustrating because I KNOW it gets better from here. But what I said above does apply.
Greg and Tamara - “We don’t ask questions. We just believe in our cause.” Holy crap. Tamara and Greg went from being two pretty intelligent and well designed villains into being total morons. I will say, part of me is glad that they did because if not, their conflict would’ve been way too close to a science vs. religion debate for comfort. But they also die here. To be honest, if anyone but Rumple was to find one of them, I’d rather it have been Greg who got the additional moments of life to speak and allow for Henry to get away. His story, well, was actually a story, whereas Tamara’s connection to Neal is loose at best.
Killian’s Redemption - Killian’s redemption takes an honest-to-goodness step forward. He’s acting on his decision to care about someone other than himself (And that shows through the two people aboard the ship that can stand him), but still has quite a bit of his verbal firepower and contempt (Towards David and Rumple) that reminds us of his villainous past and that his redemption won’t be all sunshine and rainbows.
Rumple’s Redemption - Rumple takes what is a realistic step back, though I’m not even certain I should call it a step back. Despite being his Rumple-y self, the narrative makes it very clear that his decision to dessert the group and chastise them beforehand are made on behalf of the mission to save Henry. And as we see the personal trials he’s already taken on in this pursuit with the confrontation with Pan’s minion, there’s so much power that grows with these decisions.
Regina’s Redemption - Regina also takes a step back into some of her more vicious tendencies: hating on Snow, defaulting to magic and violence for all her solutions. I personally like this because while there’s an understanding that these people are family, the anger and resentment between Regina and them is still present and in the heat of the moment, Regina won’t forget it. I will say, the Regina Blames the World trope is back and it still annoys me, though slightly less so here because the framing wasn’t going for sympathy in that moment.
Favorite Dynamic
Henry and Pan. Pan’s dynamic with Henry sets up perfectly the kind of monster he will be for the rest of the season. He’s an incredible manipulator and plans out everything he says in order to activate Henry’s belief just when he needs to. Look at the way he set up the pixie dust and how that moment pays off! It’s makes for a triumphant moment that becomes terrifying in hindsight. But what makes this dynamic work so well is how it is set up. In the few minutes we see before Pan’s disguised appearance, Neverland has shown itself to be a cruel place. The location itself is darkly lit and the two villains of the previous season are violently murdered. Because of that, we as an audience clutch to Pan just as Henry does and because of that, for the first time, our belief causes suffering as the deception is exposed.
Writer
Adam and Eddy, as usual start up the season! And I honestly like it. A lot of it is good! I’d compare it to the Season 1 finale where it’s a good mix of story and character moments (And just like in the Season 1 finale, has a completely pointless and aggravating moment, but thankfully, this one doesn’t mean a lot)! I feel like the characters were put in a solid place where they have room to grow and are put somewhere that keeps them intimate and gives them opportunities for great dynamics!
Rating
9/10. This episode is a great way to start off the season! The settings and themes have been set up well, and the characters are in good form! It’s exciting and adventurous, but nerve racking all the same. It makes me super excited for what’s to come!
Flip My Ship - The Home of All Things “Shippy Goodness”
Captain Swan - Look, season 2 was not Captain Swan’s golden time for shipping (For me, at least), but Season 3 is here and they are glorious! Killian is incredibly respectful of Emma, comforts her over her worries, addresses underlying grief she has for Baelfire, and supports her as she prepares for Neverland’s horrors. It’s honestly amazing! Also, Emma and Killian are sailing the Roger together during the storm!! They’re working together and it is the BEST!!! Ship of dreams...quite literally!
Swanfire - And don’t think I forgot about Swanfire! Both Emma’s grief and Neal’s devotion to getting back to her is such a big presence in this episode. “Tell Emma I’m alive, and that I love her.” Letting Emma know that he’s both okay and loves her is Neal’s main priority and that’s just incredible! And I loved Neal’s scene with Mulan as he discusses his regrets leaving Emma. <3
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Woohoo! Season 3 is off to a solid start and I can’t wait to take the rest of Peter Pan’s Flight! Thank you for reading and to the fine folks at @watchingfairytales!
Next time...I don’t know. Reader, help me out, cause I’m lost...girl… ;)
See you guys then!
Season 3 Total (9/220)
Writer’s Scores:
Adam and Eddy (9/60)
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Ep. 3 "Like Hun....Drink Some Chamomile and Take a Chill Pill" - RTP
COLIN
RED ALERT.
RED ALERT.
[3/2/17, 8:38:33 PM] Trevor: So ummm... I'm gonna go
WHAT THE HECK. DOES HE GOTTA DO THIS 22 MINUTES BEFORE THE DEADLINE. LIKE WE CAN'T EVEN REALLY TALK ABOUT IT NOW AS AN ALLIANCE. WHAT IS HE DOING. WHY IS HE DOING THIS. WHAT THE HECK. OH MY GOD I NEED TO FIGURE OUT IF I'M GONNA GO NOW.
OKAY REAL TALK IM NOT AND WILL NEVER BECAUSE IM ACTUALLY LOYAL BUT STILL.
WHAT
THE
HECK
DUNCAN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovnWp1YTRcA&feature=youtu.be
To sum it up in three main points:
1. Im happy to be playing with Owen again
2. Im also just ecstatic in general to play in Ahena again, regardless of the outcome
3. On 3/2/17, at 6:25 PM, Unkie Dunkie wrote:
> Fuck me up fam I’m ready to play
JD
Oh my god! What the hell's going on over there that would make them want to come here?? Three people came here, one kinda by accident sure but like... Really? We are a sweet ass tribe but like... Really? It's like someone from London moving to come ' little town ' with only 7000 people there. Something doesn't fit. I don't like it.
RTP
Ok so we won the challenge which was awesome. I was the only one on my tribe not going to the labyrinth so fuck me eh. i feel pretty good with my ol boys alliance of matt david me and owen. hopefully we can stick it out for a while
then two people quit from odysseus and im like yasssss more ppl gone....and then there is a mutiny. i wanted to mutiny so bad just for the drama, but no one else from my tribe wanted to do it and im not gonna be the dumbass that mutinies by myself...nuh uh.....
and then three people from olympus ended up on odysseus...haha omg wtf...im shocked trevor went to lydia and not to me and owen...hmm....im sus of that
so now we have this reward challenge...and i make a totally normal comment like...oh hey maybe the people competing should have good survivor knowledge since the challenge is ya know...guessing survivor contestants...and duncan is like YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW SURVIVOR TO WIN THIS....like hun....drink some chamomile and take a chill pill....no technically you dont...but it sure as hell makes it easier....i guess duncan is my first target on this tribe if we lose again....whatever...bye
ROB
Yikes I doubt I made one last round. I'm basically going to rely on my Bangladesh people. I love Logan and Eddie, so they're the perfect people to work with. I like Colin too, I just need to talk to him more.
Two people quit and there was a mutiny offer afterwards. Three people from my tribe mutinied when we were literally dominating challenges, sort of. We hadn't lost yet. Trevor, Sam, and Isaac were people I was wary of, so I know that I can't trust them at all since they're obviously not wanting to work with me. I know I'm not talking much, but still.
Reward is basically going to rely on me since Logan and Colin aren't well-versed in Survivor and Eddie is MIA. Rip me.
If we lose immunity, I feel like Colin will be the person leaving. He's literally the odd man out. Don't know if he knows it. Hopefully, at least, and in my mind. Sorry Colin.
I'm screwed.
COLIN
I think I've written more confessionals for the first three rounds of this game than I did for all of PI: Malibu. Oops.
But anyway.... that mutiny WHEW. Fuck those guys huh. We went from the ONLY tribe with all 7 members to......... 4 members. I knew Trevor was leaving and I lowkey had a feeling Sam and Isaac MIGHT but still for them all three to leave is such a kick in the face.
That alliance between me, Logan, and Trevor lasted not even 24 hours. Not even ONE DAY yall. Hopefully we can slay these next two immunities so we don't have to go to tribal, because that would honestly suck. At least Logan and I have half the vote so that makes me feel a little bit safer, but still without majority and with the possibility of a rock draw/fire making challenge (idk how it would work if it ties) this could be devastating to my game.
Anyway, thanks Trevor, you fucked over the person who trusted you the most.
ROB
Hosts are furious.
Immunity went well, bless.
At least I hope so.
COLIN
THIS IS MY OFFICIAL APPLICATION TO JOIN THE LOGAN FAN CLUB.
Y'all don't even know how much I love Logan. Like I am so glad I got put on a tribe with them and actually got kinda close with them. They're such a sweetheart and so easy to talk to. They are WINNING this season KNOW that.
Literally my entire tribe is so cute and sweet now?? Now that the uglies and traitors have left we're all cute and adorable. God I really just hope we don't have to go to tribal at all before the swap. If I have to vote anyone on this tribe I'll cry.
ROB
I think I've become the leader of the tribe. I don't want to be, but Eddie is barely here and I don't think Logan and Colin would step up to do challenges and stuff.
I like everyone in the tribe and I don't want to lose these immunity challenges. The mutineers will be the first to die. Lying sucks, I'm not positive if I said yet if Sam told me he was NOT going to mutiny.
RTP
Ok so heres a pre-immunity results confessional. so my Ye Ol' Boys Club alliance is going pretty well. it doesnt seem like we are gonna be best friends but we all know its good for numbers and after that first tribal we trust each other. so that seems good for now. and knowing that we are swapping in two rounds is keeping us all from doing anything shady so that when we swap we dont have to worry about each other turning on us. that being said....
in our foursome i feel like i naturally get along with owen the best...hes the easiest for me to talk to...granted i feel pretty comfortable with all three of them....but matt just gave me some tea about the labyrinth and told me that he wasnt telling owen or david. now i have known matt for a long time and i was there for his matt fucking summers days....but i know matt has grown and thats not how he plays anymore but that reputation will never go away...there is a trick to keeping matt on your side....treat him with respect and trust what he says....if youve been friendly and honest with him he will do the same to you...and the second you question or belittle him youre as good as shit because he is already plotting your demise...hmm...treat someone with respect what a concept huh.
not only that, but this makes me feel like i have a good #1 ally with matt and a good #1 ally with david. as much as i love owen i know damn well hell turn on me before trevor...and i wouldnt hold that against him...hes a good ally for numbers rn...and it helps in case i swap with trevor and can stick with him too....but i feel more secure knowing i have david and matt on my side and they are closer with me than with owen....i dont really wanna lose...but voting duncan out rn would feel pretty good...hes made some snarky comments to me a couple of times and thats really my biggest criteria for wanting people out....you sass me you get my vote
LOGAN
anyway i wanna die but yay! no loss, and im safe one more round. prayin they vote off trevor. i dont trust you.
ROB
Rob: is there an edgic?
Jay: yes
Rob: thanks
Then I better get positive tone this episode
COLIN
OMG YES WE DID THAT. ok why am I saying we. ROB DID THAT. HE TRULY DID. MY DAD MY KING MY ICON LOVE HIM.
Omg I'm so happy we don't have to go to tribal. Now we just gotta survive ONE MORE ROUND before the swap, I'm sure we can pull it off. Wish us luck <3 <3
ALI
The plan for tonight is Crow... I feel like all is going to plan, as far as I know everyone has told me they're voting Crow, bar Ryan (whose told other members of my alliance that he is) and Scott the Silent. I just lied to Crow, and feel bad, but he seems too dangerous... Also, my alliance is now me, JD, Trevor and Lydia, but I'm also close to Isaac and Sam. I feel super in control for now... I for some reason get the impression I'm about to be idoled out, but c'est la vie
TREVOR AND LYDIA
https://youtu.be/UnL6LElg4ZY
ALI
I'm super nervous for tonight. Its like 'Baby's First Blindside'- its very exciting! Anywho, I love my 'The Leal Jousewives of Atlanta' alliance (Trevor,JD,Lydia and I) and I'd hate to be idoled out, when I'm lined up so well! :(
CROW
Ugh, I have a gut feeling that it's probably me tonight, but I have been told otherwise.......lesson learned: don't try and play two games at once xD
I am voting for Scott because I know he's the person most likely (behind me) to get targeted/exiled from the tribe. My strategy (although it may look like I don't have one) was to test out the "Anybody but me" strategy, but it doesn't look too good right now...
Maybe I'm just paranoid and it'll be 8-1 against Scott, but I have a feeling there's scheming going on that will likely result in my elimination.
If I survive this, I pray there's a tribe swap so I can effectively redo my social game LOL, if not, well.....I'll just have to scrap along!
http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158048895251/tribal-council-2
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