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David and Michael talk about the S2 Finale 🥺

David and Michael interview with Kim Roots from TVLine, about the S2 finale. July 2023 [S2 Promo: C: I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team, a grou p. And we spend our existence pretending that we aren't.]

KR: What happens in the finale between Crowley and Aziraphale is something that some fans have been yearning for a very long time. Was there a pressure? Did you have any conversations about what this might mean to the fandom? Talk to me a little bit about like when you found out this was going to happen and kind of your initial reactions.

Michael: Well, you know, the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley, obviously, is something that the audience seemed to really warm to, and obviously was part of why the idea of doing Season 2, you know, seemed like it could be something that could work. Following how that relationship develops has been something that the audiences have really got into. So we've taken that very seriously, and Neil takes it incredibly seriously. So tracking that relationship and that journey between them, because obviously on the surface, they seem like they're complete opposites, and yet clearly, they're kind of compelled towards each other in all kinds of ways. And now that they've been being cut off from their respective head offices, they only have each other, so that pulls them together a lot more, doesn't it? And the stakes are always high around them, and they sort of end up going on a journey together, but it takes them to different places and where we leave things at the end..

David: Well, that's the thing. Nothing is resolved. So whatever happens and whatever you may have seen at the end of Episode 6, it's also important to note that that doesn't finish the story. In fact, that just sor of ruptures things.

Michael: It's the start of another story.

[S2 Promo: A: I forgive. C: Don't bother.]

David:I think you have to be careful if there is something delicate that has generated a lot of excitement about where will that end up. As soon as you end up there, as soon as you finish that story, it's all over, isn't it?

Michael: You don't really want to find out who killed Laura Palmer. [Twin Peaks series plot]

David: Yeah, exactly. Exactly.

KR Like you said, David, there is no resolution, which made me very happy because this feels primed for a third go-around at some point. Have you had any conversations about that with Neil about possibly keeping the story going?

David: Well, if you've seen where Series 2 ends, there's certainly the teasing of further tales to come, isn't there? Whether we will ever find out what those tales are is in the lap of... well, certainly not on our lap.

Michael: No, it's on the laps of the audience.

David: Laps of the audience, yes.

Michael: We are sitting firmly...

David: In the tops of the audience as it streaming.

Michael: Yeah, it's not in my lap. I know that. When we first started Series 1, we always knew that the story went a lot further because Neil and Terry had talked about it. They just hadn't written it down, but we knew there were ideas, and we have not yet reached the end of those ideas.

David: No.

Michael: You know, if we get a chance to tell more of this story, it does already exist.

David: Yes.

[kings-highway]

How about..... kitadai? The possibility hit me one day and I feel like there are so few people out there who share my vision 😔 (for me, even better in a arankitadaisuga situation)

mhmhmhmhhmh 🤔

I actually have considered them a fair bit if we're being honest. Maybe not so much as some other rarepairs, especially because arankita is like.... top tier for me, buuuuuutttt...

I can defintely see where you're coming from with kitadai. First of all I can imagine them meeting at nationals before/after their game in the hallway, and having such a long, genuine conversation about sports, their hyper talented under classmen, life, everything. I feel like they'd get along right from the beginning.

I also think Daichi would find Kita SO PRETTY. Like painfully so. And Kita isn't the most nice person, he's definitely capable of smacking some people over the head when needed, so I imagine he's constantly having to whack Daichi and be like "darlin' if you stare at me any harder you're gonna cut a hole through me" and Daichi is embarassed but cant really defend himself

I also think Daichi could be very happy moving to Hyogo in the future to work on the farm with him. In the way that Kita gets his calm happy-ever-after I think Daichi would also really like staring wistfully out over rice fields. And Kita is hella impressed with not only his work ethic, but how quickly he learns new skills (or how he doesnt give up learning new skills)

They trade off who makes dinner in the evenings and then settle together to drink tea and eat dessert and Kita was not a big sweets person but Daichi is ravenous all the time and has brought home enough by now that Kita is a certified convert to all things sweet.

Their home life is so calm and well put together but they always make sure to throw watch parties for MSBY or Adlers games, duel-wielding the proud ex-captain "those are MY boys out there!!!"

I dont think these two are chemically capable of fighting. Absolutely they'd have flown to Paris to see the olympics together. Osamu came with them and it was weird on the plane.

[Arankitadaisuga is also one I havent thought much of! But I feel like its just this times 1000. Suga brings the most hetic energy of the bunch but with so many level heads used to dealing with much worse (twins) he doesnt get much reaction out of them. Aran and Suga would, sort of, be a problem together, though. Kita and Daichi come in from working on the farm and they're just covered in glue and paint for some reason. Aran points at Suga like "NO HE STARTED IT-" and Suga gives them the sweetest angel puppy eyes like "we were just gonna DIY a gift for you 🥺" and the puppy eyes melt Daichi immediately but Kita has no mercy and just shakes his head and steps over them to put his stuff away. For some reason Daichi ends up cleaning the mess up.]

Overall Ratings:

For me, Personal Interest: 4/10

Concept/Potential: 6.5/10

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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 46

Sorry all, the last week got a way from me. But here is the next part of IDBTWY as we count down to the finish. Can't believe we're almost there. 🥺🌸💙

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Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW (minor descriptions)

Word Count: 5,177

It had been a long day and it was only noon. Elain leaned against the nurse’s station, swigging from her water bottle. She already attended three surgical consultations, two patients who required stitches, one who needed theirs removed, and a laceration of an abscess.

The work wasn’t hard, but at six months pregnant, the almost five hours on her feet were putting her through it. She knew her ankles were swollen, and even with Azriel’s daily foot massages, the swelling wasn’t going anywhere until after the birth of the twins.

If she were being honest with herself, Elain was predicting her OBGYN to advise her on beginning her maternity leave early, rather than waiting till the week before her due date, which was the last thing she wanted. Elain loved her job, even if it made her sore and achy by day’s end. She wasn’t quite ready to go on leave just yet. But the swelling was concerning and she knew her blood pressure was up higher than it should be, so she was likely going to be left with no choice in the matter.

Setting her water bottle down, she grabbed the iPad, checking the charts for her next patient when she heard Fenrys calling her name. Elain glanced up to see the golden twin jogging over to her, two police officers following behind with Connall.

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she made her way over to her security detail. “Fen, what’s going on?” she asked once he reached her.

“They’re here to talk to you. They have a few questions for you.”

That surprised her. Eyes widening, Elain realized one was the same man from the bank robbery nearly two years prior. And if the way he was watching her, she knew he recognized her as well. “They didn’t say what they wanted?”

Fen shook his head. “No, said it was confidential.”

She pursed her lips. “We’ll see about that.” Elain stepped around her security detail, approaching the two officers. “Hello, can I help you?”

The one she recognized stepped forward. “Miss Archeron, can we have a word in private? We have some questions to ask you.”

“It’s Mrs. Archeron-Knight, but I’m sure you knew that,” she corrected, a warning in her tone to not make that mistake again. Motioning for them to follow, she led them to the employee break area, shutting the door behind them.

Both officers looked at the two men standing behind her warily. “This may be better off in private,” the younger one said. He looked even younger than her, maybe mid-twenties if she had to guess, and most likely fresh out of the academy.  

But Elain waved off their concern. “Fenrys and Connall have signed non-disclosure agreements with my husband and are my protection detail. Whatever you have to say can be said in front of them.” A pillar of force, those two were. She could feel the intensity they radiated, dedicated to her safety as they stayed close to her backside, guarding her even if it was from the police.

The older man shrugged as if whatever he had to say to her wasn’t worth arguing about the privacy of this conversation. “What was your relationship with Elias Hewn?”

The warning bells in her head sounded and she felt both of the twins tense behind her because the question sounded more like an accusation about something else. “Excuse me?” she demanded.

“What was your relationship with Elias Hewn,” the fucker repeated like she was deaf and not in utter shock.

“There was no relationship between Elias and myself. He was my husband’s business partner, and now he’s not.”

The younger officer, wrote down her words before asking, “So, you weren’t in a physical relationship with him?”

“What the fuck did you just ask me?” Elain hissed, taking a single step forward before Fenrys’s large hand came down on her shoulder and halted her movements.

The kid looked taken aback by her hostility like he didn’t just accuse her of infidelity. “Apologies, ma’am. We’re just trying to collect all the pieces.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she snarled, growing angrier by the second. How dare they come in here asking such vile questions. Azriel would have a field day once he found out.

The elder officer crossed his arms. “Elias Hewn was found dead by a private investigator a few days ago.”

She stopped in her tracks. He was dead? That was news to her. But Elain has a sinking feeling it wasn’t news to her husband. “How did he die?” she asked instead.

“We’re still determining the cause.”

Lie. Elain could smell the lie on his tongue. They knew exactly how Elias was killed and were just seeing if she’d reveal something to them. “So, why am I being questioned?”

The older officer nodded at his protégé. “We found a connection between Elias Hewn and the teen involved in your car accident a few weeks back. A wire payment transferred through multiple offshore accounts in the amount of five hundred thousand dollars.”

Was the floor moving beneath her feet or was she swaying? Her world tilted throwing her off her axis. Words were being said but she couldn’t hear anything but muffled sounds like she was underwater. Her chest constricted; she couldn’t get in enough air. Was she suffocating?

“Elain,” Fenrys voice broke through the fog. “You need to sit down.” His careful hands guided her into a chair that Connall brought over for her, both twins fluttering around her like two fussing hens.

She was definitely swaying then. Elias paid a teen half a million dollars to kill her and Azriel. She was going to be sick. Her chest grew heavy.

The younger officer stepped forward. “Elain—”

“You do not address her like that,” Connall snapped.

His face turned red, but before he could correct himself, Elain asked, “Where is the teen now?” She had a feeling she already knew the answer to that question.

“He turned up dead a week ago,” the older one replied.

Her heart ached for the boy, not because he was innocent, but because she knew he likely had no choice and was searching for a way out. She sighed heavily, feeling her racing heart slow as she took a few careful, measured breaths. Elain turned over the information in her head, still trying to determine why, exactly, they were here asking her questions. “Why are you here?” she asked, finally looking back up at them.

A pause before the older man gave in. “I know the kind of man you married.” He said it so casually, that her temper flared. “Did he kill Elias Hewn because you were sleeping with him, or because he tried to kill you?”

Elain launched herself from her chair and sent it toppling backward from the force. “Are you asking me to incriminate my husband?”

“Are you willing to protect a murderer while maintaining your oath as a doctor?” he shot back, head cocked in a predatory way. She knew after that first conversation, he had it out for her, but more so for Azriel. He’d be recognized for his work in taking down an organization. That’s all this was for him.

But then she realized why they were here, asking her questions without Az’s presence. Because they had nothing on him and were looking for her to slip up. Elain’s lips turned up at the corner in a menacing grin, something she’d learned from watching her husband work. “You’re here because you have no evidence to back up your wild claims.” She shook her head, laughing to herself. “Let me go ahead and tell you that this conversation is over. And the next time you even dare come to question me, you will have to go through my husband’s team of lawyers first. And if that doesn’t scare you, perhaps tossing in my sister, Nesta Mazaei, will. I know the havoc she wrecks in your cases and she’ll tear you to shreds when she finds out about this.” Elain flicked her chin towards the door. “See yourselves out.”

Connall moved without her asking, flinging the door open to escort them out.

She would be eternally grateful that the Moonbeam twins had her back without question. Through the glass, her eyes found Thesan, watching as the two officers were escorted out of the employee area. His gaze caught hers and then he was moving, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.

“Elain…is everything all right?”

No, not really. But she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Is it okay if I take an hour to run an errand?” she asked instead.

Her boss saw the deflection for what it was but let it slide. “Of course. I’ll have the residents come down for consultations. Take whatever time you need.”

~~~

Twenty minutes later, she was riding up the elevator at Knight Securities to her husband’s private floor, the doors pinging open to announce her arrival. Like a woman on a mission, she strode—okay, she waddled with a purpose—into the lobby area.

“Elain!” Nuala started. “What are you—”

“Is he in his office?” she interrupted, storming past the reception desk.

“Er, yes.”

“In a meeting?”

Keyboard clicks, then, “No. Nothing scheduled till this afternoon.”

She was entering the hallway that led to his closed doors. “Good. Block his calendar for the next hour and ensure nobody enters this floor.” That was all she got through before swinging open the heavy oak door to his office.

Azriel looked up from his desk, surprise dawning on his face. “Elain, love. What are you—”

“Did you kill Elias?” she demanded, stopping in the middle of the room across from his desk and crossing her arms over her heavy breasts.

His mouth dropped open before he caught himself, leaning back in his seat to steeple his fingers. “Yes.”

He said it so casually that she saw red. “What the fuck, Azriel? How could you be so careless?”

Despite her attitude, he kept his composure calm. Azriel never dared to raise his voice at her no matter how mad she got over something. “Careless? No, love. Killing him wasn’t careless. Letting him live after what he did to you, to us, was careless. I should’ve gutted him when our merger ended but I didn’t and look what happened. He went after you. He tried to kill you while you were pregnant.”

“He didn’t know I was pregnant,” she said feebly.

“Do you think that would’ve made a difference? Because I don’t.”

She sighed in frustration, knowing most of her emotions were hormone-driven but was still angry anyway. “We are about to have three children, Azriel. Three! Kaden’s adoption is finalized in a matter of days and the twins will be here before we know it. This life does not bode well for them if we don’t play this smart.”

His face softened at the mention of their children. “I am playing this smart, El. Elias would always be a threat to us, to our kids. He had to be eliminated and now that he has been, it’s over.”

Her fury resurfaced. “Only it’s not over, Azriel. Whatever you did, wherever you tried to dispose of the body didn’t work.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean the police came to question me. I mean that they are looking at you and are trying to use me as leverage to point the investigation in your direction.”

That had him rising to his feet. “What did they ask you?” he demanded.

For a second, a split second, she debated whether or not to tell him the truth because she knew it would set him off. But she couldn’t do that to him. They were a team through this even if she wanted to scream when he made decisions like this without consulting her first. “They asked if I was having an affair with Elias, which pushed you over the edge in blinding rage.”

Azriel’s face darkened to a deadly place she had only seen once before. When they were in that warehouse fighting for their lives. “I will fucking rip that police force to shreds,” he growled viciously, storming from around his desk as if he would go there to do just that.

But Elan stepped into his path, forcing him to stop. “Az, look at me.” He did. “I handled the officers. They won’t get to me again without going through the lawyers, but you cannot take the bait. They want a reaction from you. It will help their case. Let it go.”

His temper flared. “I will not let it go!”

She placed a calming hand on his chest. “Please, Az. For me. Let it go.” Elain saw the internal turmoil behind his raging hazel eyes. She knew what strings to pluck to bring him back down when he became this angry. Because right now, the last thing they needed was for him to add to his kill count.

He let out a heavy breath, dropping his forehead to rest on hers. His body shuddered with restraint, his need to defend her overwhelming his every thought. “I’m still furious that they accused you of that,” he murmured, cupping her face between his scarred palms.

Elain twisted her head to kiss the rough, damaged flesh. “I know, I am too. But whatever they want to believe doesn’t matter. We know the truth and they can’t prove otherwise. Besides, we have other things to worry about.”

Azriel’s brows furrowed. “Like what?”

She stepped out of his embrace, aiming for a chair to get off her aching feet. Az was instantly there, hand under her elbow and guiding her into the leather seat. “The police told me that a private investigator found Elias’s body,” she said, giving him a moment to take in her words.

His eyes widened in the realization of what she was hinting at.

“Somebody was looking for him.”

Az swore, running a hand through his thick hair. “It has to be the Illyrian Mob. Nobody else would be searching for him.”

“I’m assuming he didn’t have a wife, though it wouldn’t surprise me if he did and still acted that way.” She leaned back in her seat. “No other family that could have hired somebody?”

His head shook. “No, he pushed his parents away when he followed in his Uncle’s footsteps. And where he was found would’ve only been something that somebody in my…line of work would’ve figured out.”

She was almost afraid to ask. “Where did you dispose of his body?”

Hazel eyes bore into hers. “I buried it,” he said matter-of-factly. Well, that wasn’t very unpredictable. “On top of Kier Hewn’s body in his grave.”

Oh. Elain pursed her lips. He was right. A private investigator wouldn’t have looked in a grave unless they were prompted in some way shape or form. And that prompting had to have come from the Illyrians if not Nicklaus or Frankie themselves. She said as much out loud. “Which means—”

“Which means killing Elias may have just started a war with the Illryian Mob,” Az breathed. “Fuck,” he swore, leaning against his desk.

Fear clenched her heart in a vice-like grip, threatening to choke her. “Azriel, I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me that the Illyrian Mob follows the same morals as you do. That they won’t go after our kids as an act of revenge against you.”

Devastation lined his beautiful face. “I can’t.”

The emotions spilled out of her before she could think about reining them in, tears welling in her doe-eyes. “I can’t let anything happen to them, Az,” she croaked. “Oath be damned, I’ll torture, maim, and kill anyone who comes for our babies.”

He was on his knees in front of her in an instant, hands gripping hers in comfort. “That won’t ever happen, Elain. I promise you that nothing will ever touch our children.” He brought her knuckles to his lips, brushing them in the lightest of kisses. A reassurance to her no matter how ineffective. But still a reassurance nonetheless. “I’ll figure something out, Elain. I promise you I will.”

She sniffed, releasing his hand to wipe under her nose. “No offense, Az, but you ‘figuring something out’ is what put us in this spot,” she huffed a laugh. “You once said I was a Mob Queen…perhaps it’s time you start letting me help you make decisions for it too.”

Azriel gazed at her, thumb running along the back of her hand. “I didn’t want this life for you, El,” he said carefully.

Elain released his hands to cup his face, his stubbled skin scratching her palms. “I walked into this relationship—this marriage—with my eyes open, Azriel. There is no part of you I can’t handle. That I don’t love and admire.” She leaned forward to kiss him softly. “You vowed to share your life with me, Az. So, share it. Let me help you wade through your burdens, the messes. Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”

Tears lined his eyes as he surged forward, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. “I love you,” he breathed against her lips, the words sending sparks cascading down her spine until they found a home in the depths of her soul.

Oh, how his words made her burn. His touch could set her on fire, but nothing could compare to how his words branded her very being, marking themselves into her essence so she lived and breathed him.

Just as their kiss turned deeper, more passionate, his phone rang from inside his pocket. Azriel groaned, dropping his forehead onto hers as he fought to catch his breath.

Elain giggled at his expression, tipping her head up just slightly to kiss the tip of his nose. “You should get that.”

“I should throw it across the room,” he growled, but still slid the device from his pants and checked the caller ID. A contemplative noise escaped him before answering. “This is Azriel.”

She sat back in her chair, readjusting her scrub top that had been skewed from her husband’s wandering hands as she listened to the one-sided conversation.

“Really?” he said to the other person. “Yes, we’re interested. No, not Friday, but we can come Saturday.” He glanced at his watch. “Yes, ten AM should work. Great. We’ll see you then.”

Her brows furrowed at the odd phone call. “Who was that?” she asked when he hung up.

His eyes locked on hers, the hazel brightening to pools of amber. If Elain could describe her husband with a single word at that moment, it would be giddy. Which was peculiar because Azriel was anything but giddy. “That was Amren, our realtor…She has a house for us to look at.”

~~~

Elain earmarked a few moments from her life in her memory bank. Special occasions she never wanted to forget. The day she graduated from college and earned her doctorate. Her first day as a resident. When she and Azriel got back together. The day of his proposal and then their marriage. When they found out she was pregnant. And the day they decided to adopt Kaden.

Today was one of those days that would get earmarked forever. Because today was the day they got to officially make Kaden their son. They had a court appearance at eleven that morning, but seeing as it was Friday, both Elain and Aziel took the day off to celebrate the momentous occasion with their boy, starting with breakfast.

“How are your waffles, Kaden?” she asked, seeing the syrup smeared across his pink lips.

The sweet boy flashed her this biggest grin. “They’re good, momma!”

She leaned over to press a kiss to his hair, loving every time he called her that. It had only been about a week since he started, but he had yet to give Azriel a fatherly name—her husband being equally happy for her and jealous at the same time.

“We are adopting him tomorrow and he still won’t call me dad,” he had complained the night before while getting ready for bed.

Elain was already tucked under the sheets, watching the bathroom doorway where her husband had disappeared. “You know how he is about men, Az. It’ll come at the most random time, but it will come. I promise you.”

The bathroom light switched off and then he approached, crawling up the bed to plop down next to her. “I know what else could be coming tonight,” he teased with a wicked smile, digits trailing over the swell of her stomach. His mouth began to place featherlight kisses along the delicate skin of her neck.

She laughed softly at the terrible innuendo, melting under his machinations. “Is that so? Pretty cocky are we?” Elain’s fingers threaded through his dark hair, tugging the inky strands until he was groaning into her throat.

“Who said anything about a cock?”

That had her freezing. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex with him. Her drive was still fairly high and even with the new kid in the house, they still had sex pretty regularly—just typically at night after Kaden had gone to bed. But Elain’s stomach was large enough that grooming had become too difficult to manage. She was a bit embarrassed and had been avoiding letting Az go down on her ever since.

He noticed her hesitation immediately, bringing a scarred palm up to cup her cheek. “Talk to me, Elain.”

She sighed, feeling heat rush to her cheeks and making a blush spread across her body. “I can’t exactly reach down there anymore.” At his blank expression, she added, “To maintain…”

Azriel blinked at her in confusion. “So, what’s the problem?”

Elain groaned, head falling back into her pillow. “Because it’s embarrassing!”

He shoved himself up to look at her better. “Do you think I care about that? I told you that what you do with your body is up to you. I don’t care either way.”

“I know you don’t,” she admitted, feeling her emotions rise until she had to blink back tears. “I’m just uncomfortable with myself right now, is all.” It was more than that. Even though Az consistently showed her how much he loved her pregnant, told her how gorgeous she was, Elain was at the point in the pregnancy where she felt like a beached whale. And it was messing with her head.

Her husband stared at her, reading between the lines of what she was saying, and what she wasn’t. “Elain, you know that you have always been, and always will be, the most beautiful creature to ever walk the face of this earth, right? That I’m practically on my knees whenever you enter a room? I mean, fuck, El, you’re glowing right now—”

“That’s sweat, Az,” she muttered.

He waved a hand. “Semantics. The fact remains, you are gorgeous, and I want nothing more than to let my mouth show you just how much I mean that.”

Well, it was hard to resist when he put it that way. She gave him a single nod, just a small dip of her chin, before he pounced, crushing his lips to hers in a bruising kiss; slowly making his way southward until he made a home between her thighs.

Azriel spent a good half hour feasting on her, bringing her over the edge several times until her body went limp with pleasure and she dragged him up her body to taste herself on his mouth.

Too tired and sensitive to fuck, Elain reciprocated by leaning her head off the edge of their bed until he spilled down her throat.

“Elain?”

His voice drew her from her memory and she found him smirking at her, having already picked up on where her mind had wandered. “Hmm?”

His deep chuckle had goosebumps erupting over her skin. Fuck, maybe she was hornier than she thought.

“I asked if you were ready to go?”

Her face heated. “Oh! Yes, I’m finished.”

Azriel grabbed the bill to sign the receipts, slipping his black card back into his wallet.

“Kaden?” she refocused her attention on her son. “Do you have to go potty before we head to the courthouse?”

He was already nodding. “Yes, pwease!”

“I got it,” Az said, lifting the boy from his seat. “Come on, Bubba.”

“Clean off his face, too. I think he has syrup on his temple.” His answering laugh made a smile bloom across her face. He was such a doting father already. Elain had never questioned the amount of love he could give, even when he had. Wiping her hands clean, she took one last sip of her decaffeinated coffee—oh what she would give to have a cup of the real stuff again—and shoved her way out of her chair.

She turned her back to the crowd to grab her bag, the bell over the door dinging to announce a new customer when she heard a voice that she hadn’t heard in nearly seven years.

“Ellie-belly.”

Elain whipped around, brows raising as she beheld her father. “Dad,” she breathed. “Wha—what are you doing here?” The last time she had seen her dad, he was being placed in handcuffs for convicted DUI manslaughter and was sentenced to ten years in state prison.

He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her into a stiff hug. “Sweet baby,” he said, his brown eyes lighting up—her eyes. Elain was a spitting image of her father. “Look at you, all grown.”

When he tried to kiss her cheek, she stepped back, bumping into her chair. “What are you…how are you…” She couldn’t quite catch up with her mind, his presence shocking her to her core.

Her dad didn’t seem to notice the tenseness of her shoulders, launching into a casual conversation like it was normal. “I got out for good behavior about six months ago. My weekly sobriety meetings are just up the street. I like to come here after for the cranberry-nut muffins.”

He stepped closer into her personal space, an endearing smile pulling at his lips. “Look at you so pregnant.”

She glanced over his shoulder, spotting Azriel stepping out of the men’s room with Kaden’s hand clutched in his. He paused, immediately recognizing the man in front of her, and raised a brow in a silent question of if he should interfere.

But before she could signal yes or no, her father reached out to try and touch her rounded stomach. Elain pushed his uninvited hand away, and that was enough to have her husband moving across the room.

Seemingly oblivious to her obvious discomfort, he asked her, “And how is my son-in-law, Graysen?”

“They’re not Graysen’s.”

That had his eyes snapping up to look at her face. “I beg your pardon?”

He didn’t know—hadn’t seen the engagement blasted on the front page of every magazine and newspaper in the city. Didn’t see the press release Azriel’s PR team dropped the day they left the Summer District for their honeymoon, announcing that they had been wedded. Or the single wedding photo that she and Azriel agreed to be a part of the announcement that was headline news for two solid weeks.

It had been a tactical plan to reduce the likelihood of them being ambushed by paparazzi on their return—and it worked. But as Elain stood staring at her father, she realized he had been released after they returned home from their honeymoon, therefore missing the tabloids and believing she had married that scum of an ex.

Either way, it needed to be corrected. “I’m not carrying Graysen’s children. I never married him.”

A look of confusion crossed his features, followed by what could only be described as disdain. “Well if they’re not his, and I’m assuming you didn’t let some bastard impregnate you because you have a ring on your finger, then by all means, tell me who my son-in-law is.”

The corner of her lips turned up in a smirk as she indicated to the looming presence behind him, “You remember Azriel.”

Her husband stepped around her father to take his place at her side and gently tucked Kaden between their bodies. “Mr. Archeron,” he said, voice deep and threatening. “Lovely to see you again.”

From his tone, it was obvious that was a lie.

Her father looked him over, taking in the man Az had grown into, from the size of his body to the expensive clothes. “Didn’t you break her heart some decade ago?”

“Dad,” she hissed, but Azriel just waved a hand.

“It’s fine, love. It’s no secret that I hurt you back then,” he said, taking her hand in his to let his thumb brush over the back of her knuckles. “But I am doing everything I can to make up for that mistake.”

He scoffed. “Like taking her from a perfectly good man.”

“That man,” she spat, “attacked me. Good is not an adjective I would use to describe him at all.”

“A mistake he could’ve made up for.”

Elain blinked in shock. “Why are you defending him? I am your daughter.”

“His father and I are good friends, Elain. We had set you two up as a perfect match. And then you blow it for this?” he waved a hand in Azriel’s general vicinity who so much as didn’t even flinch at the remark.

Actually, her husband looked quite bored with the conversation, and well, she was finished with it too. Elain knew how stubborn her father was, alcohol or not. If he was set in his ways and opinions, there was no swaying him.

“I think there is nothing left to discuss here. We have a family court appearance to get to.” She turned to walk away when his hand reached out and snatched her around the crook of her elbow.

“I can fix this, Elain. Let me talk with Nolan and make this right?”

Azriel’s scarred fingers shot out to encircle his wrist. “Take your hand off my wife,” he spoke with a deadly calm she’d only seen used on Elias.

But it worked, her father’s grip loosening until he let go of her completely.

“Here’s the thing, Dad. There is nothing for you to fix here. I am the happiest I have ever been with Azriel and this family we’ve grown together.” Her hand settled on the swell of her stomach. “If you cannot find peace with that, then you are not welcome to be a part of it.” Elain looked down at her son who had been quiet the entire exchange to ruffle his hair and then back up at her husband. “Let’s go.”

Azriel wasted no time in swooping to lift Kaden onto his hip, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her toward the entrance. Not a single one of them looked back at the man she once considered her father.

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[readyforthegarden]

Ooh 6&17 with Josh or Sammy please? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 hit me with your best shot!

6. "are you really so oblivious?" & 17. "for years i have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."

Weeell we're going with JOSH!!! We're gonna have some jealous Josh and suave Danny mixed in here bc i'm a brat and sucker for making them green jelly beans. Crystal I hope you like it!!

"Danny!" you laughed as the tall man pretending to dance up on you from behind, you leaned forward, trying to angle yourself away from your tipsy friend. "Go away!"

"Come on, dance with me!" Danny whined, taking your wrist in his hand, gently tugging you towards the bars small dance floor. "You're the only other person in this group with rhythm." you sighed, looking into his pouting face and knocked back your own drink, letting him drag out you.

The bar wasn't one the group of you would typically go to, it bordered on a club and played more contemporary and dance music. Danny and yourself didn't mind, but the others in your group preferred more dive bar vibes.

Danny grinned as you started dancing with him, his hands on your hips. You followed his lead, moving with him and music and losing yourself for a little bit. It felt good to dance, and with a guy who knew how to do it, too. After a while, you noticed Danny glancing over your shoulder, back to the bar.

"What, what's happening?" you moved to look but Danny stopped you. You gazed at him in confusion, but he just smirked.

"Josh is glaring at me right now." Danny informed you. "Like, he's trying to murder me with his stare." you furrowed your brows.

"Why would he do that?" you asked Danny, as the taller man wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing you into him tighter.

"Are you really so oblivious?" Danny stared at you in disbelief. "Josh has a major crush on you."

"What? No!" you shook your head and rolled your eyes.

"He thinks it's secret. That nobody knows, but it's not hard to see it when he shoots daggers at anyone who gets too close to you." Danny explained. "He's in love with you."

"If you're teasing me, this isn't funny." you scowled at Danny, showing him how unamused with his joke you were. You'd always harbored feelings for Josh, falling in love with him like you would a warm summer day. Every time he smiled at you, laughed at a joke, even called your name for the most mundane reason, you felt the tingly heat of the sun spread across your skin in the most delicious way.

"I'm being serious." Danny persisted. "Here, I'm gonna turn you around, and when I do, peek at him. He's absolutely raging." Danny did as he said, spinning you around and pulling yourself back into him, continuing to dance with you. "Look now." Danny whispered in your ear. You glanced up towards the bar, and caught Josh clenching his jaw, indeed staring daggers at Danny. His eyes darted over to you, and you watched the soften for a moment, then he completely averted his gaze, sipping his drink and putting his attention back to whatever bother was talking louder.

"He was staring!" you turned back around, eyes wide.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Danny chuckled. "Now, you should go dance your way over to him, and take his ass home with you."

"Danny, come on."

"I mean it!" Danny protested. "I might be a little tipsy, but I'm not blind. You and Josh have been so in love with each other since you two met." he put his hands on either side of your face. "Go get him." Danny turned you around, nudging you back towards Josh. After a few moments, you walked over to the bar, wedging yourself between Josh and Jake as Danny came over and engaged the younger twin in conversation.

"Hey," you leaned over, near-startling Josh.

"Hi," Josh greeted you tightly.

"Do you wanna take a walk?" you asked. "I'm too hot from dancing and don't want to go outside alone."

"Why doesn't Danny go with you?" Josh asked.

"I don't want him to, I'm asking you." you replied. Josh's cheeks reddened as you held his stare.

"Sure," Josh moved from his bar stool, leading you out of the bar. As soon as you got outside, your entire body was chilled. The late night air was brisk against your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on your flesh. You and Josh walked in silence for a little bit. You wanted to bring up the crush, but what if Danny was misinterpreting Josh's looks? What if Josh was looking at someone else on the dance floor, not you and Danny?

"It's colder than I thought it would be." you broke the ice, chuckling under your breath. Silently, Josh unbuttoned his long sleeved shirt, exposing the white long sleeved shirt underneath. He fluidly slipped the button down off and draped it over your shoulders as you both continued to walk. The spice of his cologne invaded your senses, and instead of the warm fabric easing them, it only created more.

"Better?" Josh asked softly, watching you thread your arms through the sleeves.

"Yeah, thank you." you smiled at him. You picked at the hem of the shirt as you walked, building up the courage to say something, but Josh got there first.

"You look pretty tonight," he complimented, giving you a soft smile. "Beautiful, actually. I like what You've done with your hair, the uh, the curls, waves.."

"Oh, thank you." you blushed, wanting to giggle and scream as he reached over and helped you pull your hair from under his shirt. His fingertips brushed against your neck and you fought back the shiver he drew from you.

"So...you and Danny?" Josh drew his hand away, tucking it into his pocket.

"Me and Danny what?" you raised an eyebrow. Josh shrugged, looking anywhere but you.

"How uh, how long have you guys been together?"

"Josh, I'm not seeing Danny." you informed him. "We just danced together."

"Oh...yeah," Josh sighed and you weren't sure if it was disbelief or relief.

"I would have rather been dancing with someone else, if I'm being honest." you mused, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. His head whipped over to you, staring curiously.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I would have rather danced with you." you let the words tumble out of your mouth quickly, ripping off the proverbial bandaid. Josh stopped dead in his tracks.

"What?"

"I would have rather been dancing with you, Josh." you said again, turning to look at him. "Josh since the day we met I-" your words were cut off, Josh's hands cradling your face much like Danny's had, but Josh was pressing his lips against yours. You melted into his embrace, grabbing his sides and tugging yourself closer to him. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, biting his lower lip before speaking again.

"For years, I have yearned for you," Josh murmured. "In secrecy and silence, because I couldn't believe that you would fall for someone like me."

"Someone like you?" you huffed a short, giddy laugh. "Josh I've been head over heels since the first moment you said my name. There is no one else I've ever felt this way for in my entire life." you kissed again, this time you initiating it. Your arms wrapped around Josh's broad shoulders, and he put his on your waist, backing you up against the wall of the building next to you. This time when you parted, Josh gave you a sappy smile.

"Let me take you on a date, buy you a drink, a car, a house we can build the rest of our lives together in." he insisted.

"That's a lot, Josh. Right now, I'd rather have a greasy fast food cheeseburger." you whispered with a laugh, your heart flipping at the idea of spending the rest of your life with Josh.

"Okay, we'll start with a cheeseburger, then we'll move on to forever, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan, Josh."

[redge]

【推しの子】 Final arc thoughts (WIP)

I decided to write this after reading chapter 161 and while everybody is already giving up on the story, I want to trust Akasaka-sensei and read on until the final chapter. Please Akasaka-sensei let's end this beautifully

Chapter 152 - Interview

One of the reasons why I am completely not sold that Aqua is *redacted* is because of the interviews from volume 1 that started showing up for this final volume. Which means that the other interviews will need to appear in 165 or 166 and in those interviews, Ruby and Kana both mentioned Aqua. Call me delusional but yeah, I am (and very hopeful please Akasaka-sensei I am begging you prove us wrong) .

Chapter 152 started with the interview session with the director I'm rereading the chapter as I am writing this and oh that Gotanda-Kaburagi conversation 😭 I mean are you telling me that this volume started this strong only for it to blow off like that?! Prove us wrong Akasaka-sensei!

"Unless I get my revenge on you, we won't be able to move towards the future."

I mean?! Why would you write this character strongly talking about the future on the premise that you are going to *redacted* this character like why?! It just doesn't add up 🤡

Chapter 153 - Fiction

It's so funny how this controversial kiss scene was only addresed in this chapter and just as a part of the movie, nothing more 🤣 It's a bizarre world we live in 🤡

Oh Hikaru Kamiki. How much of your statements were lies and truth? You are one confusing character 💭

"I loved her from the bottom of my heart, after all."

"I'm glad I could finally talk to you."

Send help 😭 No like why was this conversation so different from their conversation in 161 like just why where did all those dark feelings came from I don't understand 😭

"I heard the sound of the world collapsing"

💔

Chapter 154 - 15-Year Lie

Will I really read chapter 154 again? This chapter was heartbreaking 🥺

I won't say much about this chapter here anymore because I think I poured my heart out when I wrote these thoughts on chapter 154.

Just skimming through the pages and I am still really really sad about this chapter ugh

"This movie is a timeless love letter from Ai to you"

And then we get a story where the son *redacted* the father and the son *redacted* in the process?! Like come on. Give Ai a break! She did not risk giving birth to these twins just for that to happen?! Like Akasaka-sensei are you out of your mind?! No please come on sensei not this ending I beg you.

Chapter 155 - Happy End

This chapter was so beautiful like everything from this point on was full of hope, a serene future ahead so why?! 🙃

Yes we're not forgetting Yura we've been remembering her since the chapter she died only to still not know anything about her death hahahahaha gosh the mixed feelings this manga is giving me 😂

Chapter 156 - Mem

And the final arc even included a Memcho chapter where she's talking about the future! Everything is leading towards future and dreams so why are you making that character sleep forever I don't understand the more I write this the more I get furious hahaha

"I'll remain in the gray and swim through it brilliantly."

Oh Memcho ~☆

Chapter 157 - An Ordinary Day, A Wonderful Day

And you keep on showing us that Aqua is studying for medical school, have this ordinary day at peace with his twin sister and then what?! 🙃

"As long as you're here with me"

Good grief Ruby would be crushed if she would know that Aqua is *redacted* more so if she would know that he did it to secure her future like why would your twin be happy going on a future without the most important person beside her like come on make it make senseeeeeee

Chapter 158 - Jewel

There are arguments in the fandom that the reason they can't ride that Ruby suddenly became this brilliant idol was because it lacks foundation. I guess it does but even from the first few chapters, it was subtly laid down to us that Ruby would become a brilliant idol some day. When she auditioned, though Aqua tried everything to hinder Ruby's auditions, she was still scouted. When Kana was having secknd thoughts when Ruby recruited her to become an idol, she says she sees potential in her. So I was not surprised that Ruby would become this brilliant idol.

Why would you give us a panel saying that Kamiki is asking Nino to surrender to the police only to show on the latter chapters that Kamiki had already gone beyond saving like is he really just a manipulative asshole how much of these were truth and lies?!

Oh that last page 👀

Chapter 159 - Resonance

"I'm wearing a..."

I feel that everything went downhill from this chapter so if given a choice I'd skip this chapter until chapter 164 and just read the last two chapters. Because I have full hope that Aqua is not *redacted* and that will be shown on chapter 165 or 166.

I will keep on asking how much of Hikaru Kamiki are lies and truth because I am honestly so confused on what they want to project him like what is he even?

Chapter 160 - Eye

"You tried to kill Ruby, didn't you?!"

But why is the expression of Hikaru like that?! Was he really meant to confuse all of us?! I mean apart from knowing, believing that Aqua is not *redacted* what about him? Is he? Is that it? Ugh this is giving me headache.

Goodness that's one crazy art. Mengo-sensei, I respect you.

Chapter 161 - Future

So since crow girl is the one doing the narration, does that mean that Hikaru is really just that plain asshole? That after all those flahbacks in 154, he is destined to actually kill his daughter? So that time at the temple, was he really planning to push Ruby? Like really? He has sank down that low? That after growing old without Ai, watching over their twins, his ultimate goal was to... harm them? I can't find the core in this character portrayal it's so difficult to comprehend Hikaru Kamiki's character 🤡

"You already have plenty of reasons to live"

Right?! I mean why did we have to resort to this?! Nino was taken care of. We could have dealt and handled Kamiki differently like see the light at the end of the tunnel or something I don't know it just doesn't add up this conclusion does not add up at all make it make senseeeeee at this point I'm just basically ranting hahaha

Chapter 162 - Aqua Hoshino

"I could've felt you more if I had killed Ruby"

I will never understand 💭

And why Aqua?! Why?! He suffered enough. Sacrificed enough. Felt guilty all his two lives and you give him this?! This was so unfair and how would you really think Ruby would feel after knowing that you sacrificed your life to protect her like really?! I don't understanddddddddd

"Thank goodness. This time..."

Are you even sane Aquamarine Hoshino?! Are we?!

Chapter 163 - You

For some reasons, I like that this chapter because once and for all, it made it black and white that Goro and Aqua are two different person. That Aqua has always been Aqua.

"Was this actually the wrong choice?"

Yes Aqua. So for the sake of our sanity would you please make good choices come on you're better than this. Also, crow girl he was asking a very valid question why would you answer him like that you're not helping at all what's the point of your existence all along?!

Why is this panel so reminiscent of that panel with Kana when she's telling Aqua that she'll curse at him and forget him in not time it's curious.

And why why whyyyyyyyy

Chapter 164 - Finale

"I want to live"

Then go ahead Aqua go on! Akasaka-sensei why do we even have to go through this?! If the gist is so that we could separate Goro and Aqua as two different individuals then yes we know they're different so can we now skip to the good part?!

This was so wrong. So unfair to everyone. To Aqua. To Ruby. To Kana. To Akane. To Miyako. To Ai! It was so unfair. And so poorly dealt with. So what are we trying to show here? That the world is cruel and unfair and not even fiction can save us? I am in utter shock like this was more dumfounding than Ai's death. Akasaka-sensei, really, what was the point?

[nirawrite-holab-if]

We got Drabble of little MC with everyone BUT their siblings. If it’s not too much can we get MC on the day of their births 🥺💛🤍

Aww 🤍💛

Let's start with Philon. The MC was seven at the time.

They sat outside the room waiting while Asta brought another child into the world, and to the MC, it felt like eons had passed.

"When can I come in?" They asked for the tenth time in the same minute.

"Soon," one of the servants replied, "the queen and the baby need to rest."

"My sibling!" The MC proudly celebrated, "My sibling is in there."

"Yes, your highness," agreed the servant. "Let's wait for your mother's call, ok?"

It wasn't much longer after that, and when Agathon opened the bedroom door, he looked over at the MC.

"Come on," he said, and the MC jumped out of their seat and runned into the room. They stopped in the middle of the room, looking around.

"Where's my baby?"

"Your baby?" Asta asked, looking amused but visibly tired. She was on the bed, holding a small bundle in her arms.

"My sibling!" The MC ran up to her and tried to peek into her arms. "Mommy, I can't see!"

"Wait" Agathon walked over, took the MC in his arms, and placed them next to Asta on the bed. "There's your brother."

"Brother," the MC repeated, looking at the baby's face, who was sleeping soundly snuggled against Asta. "Wake him up, mommy, I want to play."

Asta chuckled.

"He's too young to play yet, Princex. You'll have to wait a bit, okay?"

"Right," the MC nodded and remained staring into their brother's face. "I will wait.I promise. And we're going to play and I'm going to take care of him mommy"

"I know you will, MC, I know"

When Briallen was born, the MC was ten years old.

This time they were waiting in the hall again, but not alone. Philon was there too, although he didn't seem to understand what was going on; after all, he was only three years old.

The MC, however, tried to explain the best way to their brother while playing with him.

"We're going to have a sibling Philon; aren't you happy?" They asked helping their brother with one of the toys. "We will have one more company to play with!"

"Play!" shouted Philon, who got up from the floor only to climb into the MC's lap. "Play now?"

"Yes, we.."

They are interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and once again, Agathon was the first to appear.

"MC, come on," he said, opening the door a little wider for them. "You must wait a little, Philon."

"No," the MC denied and they held Philon's hand, which was still clinging to them. "He needs to see the baby with me

Agathon just sighed but allowed the two to enter.

MC led Philon by the hand to the bed, where Asta once again had a small bundle in her arms

"I don't see it!" Philon complained, and the MC put him on the bed next to Asta. "Baby!" He screamed when he saw the baby's face. The MC leaned over the other side to see as well

"It's a girl," Asta announced. "You two have a sister."

The MC smiled, but Philon already looked distracted.

"I can't wait to play with her," the MC said, looking at the baby's face and already feeling for her what they had felt when they first saw Philon: pure, genuine love

When the twins were born, the MC was 16, Philon was 9 and Briallen was 6.

This time was different. The MC now understood better what was going on but that didn't stop them from being anxious to see more maids suddenly run into the room where their mother was giving birth again.

Briallen and Philon were deep in conversation about what the baby would look like.

"I think it's going to be green!" Briallen looked expectant. "Like Lady Allyn"

"Why would the baby look like Lady Allyn?" Philon asked confused.

"To be a nice baby" she replied going back to drawing on her paper.

The MC just laughed at their sibling's dialogue easing their anxiety.

When the bedroom door finally opened and the three of them rushed inside, Agathon looked strangely exhausted.

"Don't ask too many questions" he warned them. "Your mother is tired"

Silently agreeing with Agathon's words the MC entered the room with Philon and Briallen close behind.

Asta was on the bed but this time there was no baby in her arms, instead, two cribs were placed next to the bed and in both of them there was a baby.

"Two?" Philon shouted and Agathon glared at him. "Sorry, but...are there two babies?"

"Yes" Asta replied and seemed to be struggling to keep her eyes open. "A boy and a girl"

"Ah" Briallen's disappointed tone attracted the queen's attention. "They're not green mommy"

"Greens?" Asta asked curiously "Why would they be green Princess?"

"Cool babies are green" Briallen replied but continued to look at the babies with interest.

"I think they're cool" Philon whispered peeking between the cribs.

"I think so too" the MC agreed looking at the babies, their younger siblings. "You did very well your grace" they said throwing a smile at Asta who immediately returned it.

That's when one of the babies started crying, followed by the other.

Asta sighed and started to get up from the bed.

"Don't worry about it, mom" the MC interrupted her "I'll take care of them"

"Me too!" Philon straightened his posture to show his determination.

"They'll be nicer if we take care of them Mommy" Briallen approached Asta signaling for her to lie down on the bed again.

Agathon sighed.

"And I will supervise the four of them, Asta." He assured her and they exchanged a look. "Try to get some rest"

With that, the MC turned all of their focus to their little siblings. Their heart swelled once more to welcome those two little elves with love.

[voidstilesplease]

Patrivan Drives Me Nuts and Here's Why: Part 6

S5E5: Please, Tell The Truth [prev, first]

-> Because Ivan Confirms That He Likes Patrick Without Confirming That He Likes Patrick

Hola, chicos! This is it! We're here!!! Positively vibrating in my seat because we're now at the best episode of the last two seasons of Elite hands down, and the ultimate patrivan serve. Just- the delivery of Manu and Andre this episode is insane. However bad the previous couple of episodes for this two were, episode 5 singlehandedly fixed for us.

Because let's just come out and say it, shall we? We're all thinking of that scene, aren't we? 😏 In the latter half of the episode? That scene that we have waited for, but still hit us like a train wreck when it happened. I don't know, was that just me? Because for a minute, I thought it was going in a completely different direction (ahem Cruz).

Well, we are going to talk about that scene eventually because I have also just realized something about it that resonates with Patrick's "Five Seconds" in S4 and I'm so not normal about it, but I also have so much love in general for this episode that I couldn't just dump all of it in a single post. I think I'll divide E5 into 3 different ones, at least. But this one, this one isn't for that scene yet. Because it's a crime not to dedicate an entire post to this other tender moment between the two. And that's:

6.1 THE LAWN

*whimpering in the background while writing this, because look at them. LOOK AT THEM 🥺*

So, before we see them on the lawn, we first catch Ivan crying at the lobby and automatically think it's because of Ari's rejection, yes? Because the scenes are cut out to suggest such. But it turns out, that it's actually not. (I mean, good grief, what's he to cry about Ari anyway? Because he helped her cheat on her boyfriend? 🙄) It turns out, that it's because his dad is potentially changing football teams, and they might be leaving again soon, just when Ivan has found people he cares about and wants to stay for in Spain.

Oddly, Ari is one of those people. I won't deny that (though I really want to gloss over that 🙄). But it's not because of what Ivan's trying to imply. But rather, because she's the proof of what Ivan has always known about his sexuality. Having desires for Ari is familiar; being desired by Ari is familiar. And so he wants to cling to that familiarity after all the confusing feelings he's repressing for Patrick. (Also, maybe he's just into cheaters idk LMFAO)

BUT, straight out of Ivan's mouth, we know that what he feels for Ari is a far cry from what he feels for Patrick.

HOWEVER, as I have mentioned in a previous post, he's trying to make his crush on Ari a bigger deal than it actually is, while desperately masking the depth of his feelings for Patrick with 'friendship'.

I mean, this conversation just says it all, tbh.

*SCREAMING SOBBING WALLING LIKE AN IDIOT*

Istg, this is driving me nuts. How could it not? Because what Patrick said, just before this, about them being out of sync because they're looking at different directions, couldn't be more accurate in this dialogue. I MEAN, he said-

"What you and I have." "WHAT YOU AND I HAVE." gaaaaahhhh *pulling at the roots of my hair in pure agony*

Ivan, dear boy. You have what you're looking for, you're just not... looking. *wails*

He wants to have in a romantic relationship what he has with Patrick, but with a girl. *sputtering in total disbelief* Is that why he's so insistent on Ari? Patrick's twin freaking sister? Patrick's literal girl version? Istg, istg-

It's absolutely killing me that Ivan knows the exact emotional connection he needs and wants from a partner but his mind is too fixed on getting it from a specific gender. And since he's found it in the wrong gender, he's pushing himself more onto Ari and away from Patrick 😭. Like-

Ivan, porfa. Por favor, dios mio. 🙏 I'm kinda sad, kinda desperate, kinda frustrated at you. Just- *deep breaths*

ANYWHO-

I take this scene as the confirmation of Ivan's romantic attachment to Patrick, and I will die on this hill. I mean, how else am I supposed to read this, huh? Because don't even get me started on the way they look at each other-

Cue Tate McRae's "Friends Don't Look At Friends That Way". Because bitch no, they really don't. Unless they're in denial, which is what Ivan is.

And, good Lord, by the end of this episode, I'll even be singing a different tune. This time: "You say we're just friends. But friends don't know the way you taste la la la."

Friends Don't Know The Way You Taste La La La

Friends Don't Know The Way You Taste La La La

*la la la's my way to the exit* 💃

credits to Netflix Italia's La storia di Patrick e Ivan in Elite 5

[georgiapeach30513]

so we got the ari leaving aster 😔 but what about ari introducing the baby’s to her and her reaction 🥺 i feel like she’d be so upset as if he were replacing her or something

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Aww goodness! You know Kitten was having some conversations with Aster to help soften the blow. But let's take a peak at when she finally meets them. Ran and Kitten decided to make it a small family vacation since they had to travel so far. *For the sake of this fic, Kitten is the reader insert, and Little Princess is just going to be called that or LP.

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Love You Always

Summary: You and Ransom visit the Everett-Levinson's

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: fluff

Warnings: Sad Aster, soft!Ari, soft!Curtis, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Aster Drysdale Masterlist

"But, but, but are they small?" Aster demands your attention in the back of the car. Her little legs twitching around.

"Yes, little star, they're going to be very small. She did have three babies in her belly. Mama had two and you were tiny. And your daddy isn't quite as big of a man as Airy and CC."

Ransom pouts at this admission. His hands gripping tighter to the wheel, "I mean taller baby. Airy is a big man."

"What about Curtis?" you glare at him. Yours and Curtis relationship was such a short time frame, but he was forced to watch it unfold. "Hmm?"

"We're not talking about this. That was my past. You my dearest amazing and wonderful husband are my everything. Well and three kids that are the most precious beans I've ever in my life seen," he rolls his eyes grumbling something, and you swat at his arm, causing an ehh sound from Iris.

"Don't hurt my daddy!" she screams from the back causing Blade to jolt in his sleep.

"Yeah, Kitten, don't hurt her daddy."

"Tell daddy he better behave then or he's getting a spanking."

When you hear Ransom growl, you know that he didn't miss that, "That better be a promise, or it's you, that's getting a spanking."

Ignoring the comment all together you point at the house, "Oh there it is! Look at how cute the it is. Oh, Ran, I can't wait. Three babies to cuddle and snuggle with."

He points in the back looking at your most precious boy, "Oh, I haven't forgotten my Bladey either. Hims so perfect, too. Just like our angel and little star."

"Uncle Airy! I see him," her hands go to her buckles, carefully trying to get herself out of the carseat. "Uncle Airy! Come get me!"

"Azzie quiet," Iris whispers, her eyes looking at Blade who wakes up. Those eyes looking for his mama, and starting to cry when you're nowhere to be found.

Finally freeing herself from her confines her legs jump out of the SUV running to Ari who scoops her up. The two of them clinging onto one another, but with a crying toddler who wants his mama you can't pay attention. "You spoil him, Kitten."

"Oh, hush and get your other daughter out. She's sitting back there like a good girl just waiting," as soon as you pull Blade out of his seat, his cries almost nearly stop. "You're worse than your daddy. Ari, how are you?" you walk up to him giving him the biggest hug. "You look happy."

And he does. His lines have soften, still that sun kissed skin as before from working outside, still the carefree attitude. The difference now is there's the biggest smile planted on his face. He informs you that LP and Curtis are inside. Both holding onto the babies; Curtis with the twins, and LP won't even set Owin down.

"I understand. Something about a mama and her boys. Well go on. Show us your house."

"It's not quite as grand as the townhouse or the estate, but it's cozy. And I know I'm not the best judge, but the babies they're perfect."

"Who is biologically the father's?" Ransom asks. Not because he means to be ugly. You both knew how it was a concern for them to know for medical reasons.

"Owin is biologically mine. The twins are Curtis'. But all three are ours," he stops right before opening the door, "How's Frank? I heard he's got a baby."

"He's good. You should really talk to him yourself."

"He has to apologize first. I never once judged him for what he did as harshly as I should. And yet...no, this is supposed to be a happy day. Come on Azzie, I want you to meet my babies."

She gives him a quick pout, her nose curling up looking at him. "I thought I was your baby."

"You are, but you're still daddy's baby right?"

"Daddy's angel. Sometimes his star. Mostly mama's star."

He gives her a quick cheek kiss, "What about Steve? Aren't you his baby?"

"Not anymore. He's got that rotten thing that he keeps at his house now. Daddy let's me throw dirt at him," chuckling he takes her in the house. Such a calm and inviting homey feel that the three of them have made. So many people would want to judge them because they all freely love one another, but not you and Ransom. You see the love and care they have with each other. Not feeling jealousy or feel like they're being tugged in too many directions. Their relationship is one of the most functional ones you've ever seen. Including your own.

Seeing the big burly Curtis lay shirtless with those two tiny girls on his chest napping. His crystal eyes just staring at those tiny little babies. Randomly looking over to LP and even at Ari, complete contentment. Their wife just staring down at her little bear cub, you can't help but almost get tears in your eyes. "Oh Ari. They're so much cuter in person."

"Put me down. I wanna see these girls," Aster nearly tiptoes over to Curtis. Her little hand reaching forward to touch one, but quickly she jerks it away. "Is it okay for me to touch them?" Ari smiles and nods his head and she gently touches Evaluna. "Why is she so small?"

Their wife looks up at your daughter with the utmost kindness, "They had to fit in my belly, and their dad and daddy are such big men. They almost didn't fit as it was."

You can see the thoughts running wild through Aster's mind, contemplating some big thought as she tries to process what she wants to say or ask. Her deep blue Ransom eyes look up at Ari, and then back at the girls. When she looks back at Ari, her eyes are welled up with tears. "Does this mean you don't love me anymore?"

Ari grabs her up from the floor, his arms wrapping all the way around her, "No. Does your mom and dad love you less since Blade?" she shakes her head no. "With kids, it's like your heart gets bigger to accommodate all of them. And your good ole Uncle Airy is a big man, so I have a lot of room for my heart to grow okay?"

"Can I hold one?"

"Me, too!" Iris almost whisper shouts, finally coming out from behind Ransom.

"You two sit down, CC and I will help you hold one. Kitten, if LP will let you hold the boy, you guys could do a little trade off."

Blade looks at you, smiling but shakes his head, "No no," he whispers. That little bitty head laying on your shoulder. So you just sit close by. Tapping the couch to let Ransom join you as the two biggest beefy men that you've ever seen, so gently hold onto babies, placing them in your babies laps.

Aster still with tears in her eyes looks up at Ari, "You promise you still love me?"

"I promise with every part of me Azzie girl. I will love you always."

Masterlist

[violetlilysunshine]

Hello my sweet, precious, beautiful little flower! I’ve been thinking and I could really go for a Harry blurb about you doing something completely mundane like you’re making dinner with Sam or the two of you are watching a film and he’s just watching you completely in awe and that’s when he realizes it’s you. You’re it for him. And how he tells you later that night. 🥺 Please make my heart explode. I’m begging.

I don't think I've ever been thought of as a "sweet, precious, beautiful little flower" and I love you for that..

Sorry this took so long, I took a little mental health break away from screens after my breakdown last night!

Warnings: sickening fluff :)

900 Celebration

You had joined Harry for a party at Tom's to catch up with everyone after they got back from their most recent set.

The brothers were sitting around tossing back a few beers in the living room and swapping set stories with Harrison and Tuwaine. You had taken seat at the dining room table, chatting with Sam and Clark and Grace.

You sat with them for a long time, finally getting to know them as more than "Harry's twin," and "Haz's girl," and actually starting to become friends. Grace even invited you shopping next week.

All the while, you kept feeling like someone was watching you, but when you looked around you never saw anyone. You must've just freaked yourself out and chose ignore it, following the others into the living room to join their conversation.

You went to take a seat in the free chair before glancing at Harry on your left. He patted his lap, scooting a little to the left for you to slip in between him and the arm of the sofa.

You slipped in as gracefully as possible; Harry grabbed your legs as soon as he could, pulling them to rest across his lap. You did your best to keep your feet off of Tuwaine because you knew that had to be annoying. Harry, however, didn't care if it was annoying or not. He just wanted to be surrounded by you. He leaned closer to you, whispering, "hi," and pecked your cheek before turning back to the conversation.

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As the evening dwindled to a close, you helped Tom clean up a bit, gathering trash and bringing dishes to the sink for him to load into the dishwasher.

"Thanks, Y/N, you really don't have to do that," he laughed as you brought in the last glass from the living room.

"Oh, now you tell me," you laugh back. You step closer to him, giving him a small hug from the side and thanking him for having the both of you.

Harry magically appears by your side then, having disappeared into the back bedroom for the whole cleaning process.

"Well, there you are," you greet him, looping your arm around his waist, "of course you turn up when we're done."

"What can I say," he jokes, "I have excellent timing." He pecks your temple, "ready to go, love?"

"Yeah, if you don't need anymore help, Tom?" you ask, turning to him.

"Nope, I'm good," he insists, "go on then, have fun, be in loveeeee."

You laugh and thank him again as Harry takes your hand. He leads you out to the car and opens your door for you before getting in his side.

"Hey," he whispers, turning to you before starting the car.

"Hi," you laugh, "what's up?"

"Nothing, just wanted to look at you."

"Alright," you laugh again, "let's head home then, huh?"

"Yeah," he whispers to himself, "home."

Inside his heart is doing victory laps, you'd never called his place "home" before. It's always been "his flat." If he hadn't already decided earlier, his mind would've been made up then and there.

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You arrived at his flat and got ready for bed. You both slipped under the covers and usually Harry would pull you in as his little spoon, but tonight was different.

"Hey, love?" he asked quietly, "can you turn over?"

You flipped gently, meeting his eyes and brushing a few of his curls, "what's up, Red?"

"Earlier, while you were talking to Grace and Sam," he started, "I was kinda thinking, and well-"

You cut him off, "were you looking at me?"

"Uh, yeah, a little, I mean," he stuttered, "why?"

"Nothing, I just felt like someone was watching me and every time I looked no one was. Sorta freaked me out if I'm honest," you laughed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to do that," he chuckled, "but, uh, that happened, and I liked watching you with my friends. I liked you as part of the group," he says, "not that you weren't before but you fit nice tonight."

"Thanks, it was nice. Grace invited me shopping," you smile.

"That's great!" he answers, running a hand up your side gently, "but uh, there was something I wanted to tell you."

"Okay," you laugh, "go on then."

"Well, uh... I was watching that and seeing you getting on with Sam and that was really nice and then when we left you called this place 'home,' and well... you're kinda it for me."

"It?"

"Yeah, like, you're it. When I look around at my life, a lot of things seem uncertain and well, you're not. You're stable and you're there and I really like you there. You're the one part that I wouldn't want to change at all. Like, you're it. Just right for me," he babbles out.

You sigh, sinking further into his embrace, "well good. 'Cuz you're it for me too. Wouldn't want to go anywhere else."

[melatoninburst]

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What I like: accepting

MOOSE, YOU FOOL. PREPARE FOR LOVEMAIL.

You're an amazing friend and as my online twin, you're stuck with me like you would be if I superglued my hand to your shoulder. You're a genuinely good person who is always there for your friends, you're a fun person to talk to and bounce ideas off of which resulted in our many many aus and us even developing ocs together ( mainly twisted wonderland ones ) and we also get to have very cursed conversations together.

Your writing style and art are amazing, I love them both so much, that we're basically this image when you show me any of them:

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ajsjdnd noo i really don't!! but I appreciate them nonetheless! And I'm sure the amazing one is you!!!! well if you will then so will i^^

yess!! for a fictional character it's so easy for yourself it's so terrifying, especially when you have to keep in your mind that you'll talk to the person again🙈 so i totally get it. Opening about your feelings is never an easy thing to do heheh ohhh yesss Overthinking twins!! usually don't meet one so it's a rare opportunity hehehe

awh, then when I create one I'll tag you in!! I don't post too often so I definitely won't spam your notification😁 thank you so much!!🥺💕

(also otherwise i hope you're doing well? How's your weekend?💛)

skssdbaksfbadfa we're both just fangirling and complimenting one another, it's like a never ending circle oh my goodness! I love haha <3

YES!!! That's exactly it!!! Like if I mess up a conversation once or twice I then can't delete what I've said and pretend it never happened 😂💀 It's going to be there forever! So I just fully warn people that I'm super anxious and awkward and prayyyy they understand haha and awhhh!

Awhh I can't wait to see! I wouldn't even mind if you did spam it's totally okay!!

Honestly 😭😂 Busy! I was hoping for a chill weekend but I spent all of saturday busy and then today as well! T-T One of these weekends it will be chill haha I'm good though!! How are you sweetie?! How was your weekend?!