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carlossainzwho · 6 months

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dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies

dad!carlos sainz x mom!reader

no one is giving me the girl dad content i want of carlos so i thought i should do some myself. enjoy!

lacy woke in the morning as a four-year-old girl. she ran to her parents bedroom, only to find it empty, bed neatly done and no mummy and daddy. confused, she ran down the stairs, her little legs carrying her little body and burst into the living room.

she couldn't believe her eyes - purple and pink balloons hung from the ceiling, birthday banners were spread across the walls and a small pile of presents lay on the side of the room.

she bounced to the kitchen and there stood her parents - daddy was making fresh chocolatey special pancakes and mummy was putting up a massive banner that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY LACY!

'mummy! daddy! i'm a big girl now!' lacy squealed delightedly

'aw, my baby is such a grown-up! happy birthday mi amor' y/n turned around and planted a giant kiss on her little girl's forehead.

she turned to her daddy and jumped up and down. 'yayy, daddy making pancakes! i love you daddy!'

'and what about me?' y/n retorted

'of course i love you mummy!'

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to my dearest little angel lacy, my daisy-eyed princess, happy 4th birthday! mummy and daddy love you 💖

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carlossainz55: i remember when she was a tiny little baby 🥰

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landonorris: happy birthday to lacy! love, your favourite uncle - you look better in papaya! 😌

oscarpiastri: happy birthday lacy, from your REAL favourite uncle! although i also agree, she definitely looks better in mclaren gear!

carlossainz55: no she doesn't pastry oscarpiastri: you bet she does, sainz yn~instagram: stop fighting you two! 🙄 oscarpiastri: yes m'am 🫡

user 1: not oscar and carlos fighting lmao

user 2: she's so fkn cute!

user 3: such a beautiful little girl!! happy bday lacy!!!!!!!

charlesleclerc: i still think i should let her wear some of my merch... the number 16 looks better on her

yn~instagram: no she doesn't, shut up frenchie

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charlesleclerc: how dare pierre like the comment! pierregasly: the woman's go a point, charles yn~instagram: let's not forget that you are french too, pierre 🫣

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pierregasly: ugh 🙄

carlossainz55

can you guess who the birthday girl is?

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yn~instagram: the birthday girl is lacy!

landonorris: save some cake for me please? 👉👈

oscarpiastri: me too danielricciardo: me three p1_coach: me four! some for harlow would do too! yn~instagram: why are all of you so damn hungry 😭 carlossainz55: sorry guys i ate all of it landonorris: goddamit carlos!!

user 4: im on my knees its MY dream bday party

user 5: such a pretty girl awwwww

user 6: oh to be carlos sainz's daughter

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user 6: HOLY SHIT HE LIKED THE COMMENT

user 7: gasp user 6: GASP INDEED

yn~instagram

got the birthday girl lacy some ice-cream!

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landonorris: lacy didn't let me have some of her ice cream 😪

oscarpiastri: well she did for me, so I'M the favourite papaya uncle landonorris: no, i am! yn~instagram: for the last time, STOP. FIGHTING. oscarpiastri: yes m'am 🫡

user 8: not oscar and LANDO fighting now lmao

user 9: god i love them all

lilyzneimer: the birthday girl definitely looks happy with that ice cream! although, i do recommend strawberry flavour for next time!

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user 10: who knew f1 drivers could be such dweebs?

yn~instagram: the only dweeb on this planet is charles damn leclerc charlesleclerc: hey!

user 11: oh to be a fly on the wall in an ice-cream parlour... *sighs*

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thanks for reading! liking and reblogging will help so much! you are always loved <3

of course, more olivia rodrigo has been used because she is STUNNING!

dividers by @firefly-graphics - thanks so much! your dividers are amazing!

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humansofnewyork · 1 year

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(13/13) “In prison there was a pill cart. They’d wheel it out at 5 PM, and they’d shout: ‘pill line!’ And everyone would get in line for pills. I wouldn’t do it. I told the warden: ‘I’d rather die. Either I keep my pills in my locker, or I’m not taking them.’ It’s been an obsession my whole life, keeping that secret. I gave a draft of this story to my bosses; just to let them know what was coming. Since then it’s been nothing but texts: ‘We love you, John. We’re proud of you.’ I guess it was a much bigger deal to me than everyone else. Last Friday was my birthday. Before the shift I could see everyone sneaking around. I thought: ‘They made me a cake, whatever.’ But it wasn’t just a cake. It was racks and racks of Philly Cheesesteaks. And an entire ice cream bar: hot fudge, sour patch kids, gummy bears. All my favorite stuff. The whole staff sang Happy Birthday, which I fucking hated. I’ve hated that song since the age of two. But then one of my bosses Maya gave a speech. She said: ‘John drives us fucking crazy, but we love him. And when his story comes out, you’ll realize he’s an even better human being than we realized.’ For her to say that: after knowing everything. I never knew. I just never knew people could feel that way about me. I grew up not knowing how to express. Then the HIV put me in a downward spiral of paranoia. Meth made it four levels deeper. And prison—prison threw dirt on the casket to make sure I’d never feel again. They almost got me. When they were singing that fucking song, they almost had me crying. But I said: ‘Listen guys, 5 more minutes to celebrate my birthday. Then it’s time for the show.’ The next day I drove out to New Jersey, to see my 86-year old mother. She can’t hear too well, so I read the story to her slow. She’s always been the one pushing me to get therapy. My whole life, I’ve been begging her: Stop worrying about me, Mom. Stop worrying if I’m ever going to be happy.’ But she’s relentless. It’s an obsession. But as I read the story to her, I could see it all drain out of her. Years and years of obsessive worry: gone. When I finished the last page, she said: ‘Johnny, maybe this can be the end. Maybe now you can let it go.’”

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tinyfantasminha · 1 year

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Happy Birthday!

Voice Lines:

When summoned: Not to sound desperate, but hey did you got something for me? Just kidding!

Summon Line: Man, this outfit makes me feel fancy. Though I'm a bit worried that this white suit might get dirty.

Groooovy!!: Thanks for the birthday wishes. Ah, I've said ''thanks'' a lot today, didnt't I? Then... I'm glad you're here with me today.

Home: Does white suit me...?

Home Idle 1: On my 8th birthday, instead of a regular cake, my mom made an ice cream cake. I wish I could have that again this year...

Home Idle 2: I don't know, but I'm suspicious that the gift Ruggie got for me is stolen. ...Or bought with Leona's money. If I'm going to return it? No way~ It's mine now, khihi.

Home Idle 3: The headmaster said I'm free of my duties for the day of my birthday since he is ''so gracious''... But that was yesterday. I didn't had the guts to tell him that he got the date wrong. That old man is hopeless...

Home Idle - Login: My schedule is cramped today, but if you want to, we can go out to the town tomorrow. You can buy me my birthday present there if you haven't already, hehe. I'll treat you in a cafe in turn.

Home Idle - Groovy: Since my birthday is on the same day as Cater's, him and Riddle insist that my party should be hosted in Heartslabyul as well. Heartslabyul is certainly more adequade for these kinds of events than Ramshackle. Plus I get to eat delicious treats so I'm not complaining!

Home Tap 1: Kalim excitely congratulated me and gave me lots of expensive presents…! He also invited me for a feast in Scarabia. It's not that I don't want to, but how do I politely tell him that if I eat any more my stomach will explode?

Home Tap 2: Hey, if Azul asks you where I am, don't say a word. Jade told me he seemed excited earlier about the present he got for me but knowing him I'm sure he will demand some kind of repayment later! I just have to avoid him through the entire day!

Home Tap 3: Ehehe… Hmm, do I seem happy? It's just that Jack's gift- I mean that wasn't- No, shut up, it's not what you're thinking- Wipe that grin off your face right now!!

Home Tap 4: Oh my goodness. I totally wasn't expecting to be greeted by Vil in the hallway, he wished me a happy birthday and I blurted out ''thanks, you too''. I want to die right now…

Home Tap 5: Idia sent me a message today with an audio file attached. He said it was my ''official character song'' that he made it himself with a music software. Hey, that's a pretty creative gift don't you think? I wish he'd greet me personally though…

Home Tap - Groovy: Strawberries dipped in chocolate are my most beloved food...~ Huh, there's chocolate all over my face?! Ah, you don't need to get that- Uh, t-thanks. I kind of feel like a child all of a sudden...

Birthday Login Message: My birthday?… How did you- Ah, I see, Cater told you. It feels kinda embarrassing to be the center of attention, but it's certainly better than having your birthday be forgotten. Thank you.

Notes on the card:

The cat is supposed to be her pet cat back at home whom she loves very much.

The doorhole and key is supposed to represent escape rooms (her hobby).

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twstvic #thinking of making a sketchy groovy art along with the birthday interview ww #myart

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kachikirby · 1 month

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Made with Love

Because it's Meta Knight's birthday, I'm doing another Metaccine drabble.

Today was Meta Knight's birthday and his wife and children were excited. Their father had gone out of the house to meet for a birthday lunch with the crewmates of the Halberd for the occasion, something that would likely take a few hours. Of course, this gave them plenty of time to prepare their own celebration, and that was their reason for being in the kitchen right now.

"Alright, everyone, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna split in to two groups: Kirby will be with me and Sieg and Freya will work together. Kirby and I will work on dinner and you two will work on dessert, do you understand?"

Fettuccine got three nods in response.

"Good! Let's get to work!"

The twins went off to do their own work as Kirby walked over to Fettuccine, already inhaling a frying pan to gain the Cook Ability.

"So, mom what are we gonna make?" The pink puff asked, clearly excited for whatever was planned, making Fettuccine giggle.

"Well, I decided we should make one of his favorites, of course! Chicken parmesan!"

The child's eyes lit up. "Oh! Thats a great idea! Oh, but wouldn't just chicken and spaghetti be a bit too little? We should add other things like maybe a big bowl of salad! Oh, oh, oh, and truffle fries! Or a fruit salad for color! A whole loaf of garlic bread! No, wait, maybe mix some seafood in the noodles-"

"Alright, Kirbo, calm down! While the garlic bread does sound like a good idea, I think it'd be a bit too much to add all those other things. You want him to have room for dessert, right?"

"He'll have plenty of room for it!"

"You know what I mean. It won't be fair to Sieg and Freya if we make a whole bunch of things for him."

Kirby paused, as if to think. "Oh, that's right! Well, we can get it done in a jiffy!"

"Yes, but remember, just the chicken parmesan, the noodles and sauce, and the garlic bread. Nothing else." Fettuccine replied, making herself clear.

"Ok, mom!"

* * *

On the other side of the kitchen, Sieg and Freya were in a bit of a standoff, handwritten lists clutched tightly in their nubs.

"I think we should make a chocolate cake!" Sieg said.

"We should make a chocolate ice cream sundae!" His sister replied.

"Dad has sundaes every day!"

"He also has chocolate cake every day!"

"No, he has chocolate... um... fandant!"

"That's the same thing!"

"No, it's not!"

"Siegy, Fre-fre, I would appreciate it if you didn't argue with each other." Fettuccine said, looking over at them, causing them to immediately stop.

Sieg rubbed his head, as if trying to think of what to do as Freya shifted her weight to think about her own answer.

Suddenly, the daughter spoke. "Um... I know dad likes both sweets and chocolate..."

"Uh-huh..."

"So, um... maybe we can both make something for him?"

"We are gonna make something. though!"

"No, no! I meant we should make our own things for him! He loves both so why should we choose?"

Sieg looked up as if thinking and then turned to Fettuccine.

"Mom, is it fine if we both make one dessert for dad?"

"Go ahead! I don't see why not!"

"Wait, how comes they get to make multiple things!?" Kirby asked with a pout.

"Because we're already doing chicken parmesan and garlic bread, and those are two things. Plus, we're technically doing three things if you count the spaghetti with the chicken parmesan meal."

Kirby seemed to pout even more, as if he couldn't deny that statement, making both Fettuccine and the twins laugh.

* * *

A few hours later, Meta Knight walked into the house, looking a bit tired as he fell onto the sofa. As he let out a long sigh, he felt someone plop next to him and pick him up in a hug.

"Welcome home, Metty!" Fettuccine exclaimed.

Almost instantly, it felt like that was enough to give him his energy back, and he gave a kiss to his wife.

"I'm glad to be home, my bunny." He smiled.

"I know you are, honey. I hope you had a wonderful little birthday party with the others~."

Meta seemed to sigh, drawing a bit of concern from his wife. "Well... it was mostly fine until Dedede and some of his Waddle Dees decided to crash it while complaining about how he wasn't invited and how we could've used his castle for a giant party but we didn't."

Fettuccine seemed to pout. "Well maybe I should go talk to him..."

"It'll be fine. I said we're going to have Sieg and Freya's birthday at his castle this year. Besides, he also wanted to give me a gift..."

"Well, what is it?" Fettuccine asked.

With a blank expression on his face, Meta pulled out a hammer with a ribbon tied around it.

"…he gave you a hammer?"

"He did."

"…why?"

"It's how he expresses his friendship. It's the thought that counts, I suppose."

Fettuccine nodded in response. "Well, that makes sense. Are you ready to have your birthday dinner? We spent the whole day making it!"

"Yes, I'm quite looking forward to it."

What Fettuccine didn't say was that Sieg and Freya were still putting the finishing touches on their desserts and that was why they didn't come to greet them. However, her husband seemed to understand that, and that was why he happily sat at the table.

"First is dinner, made by me and Kirby!"

Upon saying that, the pink puff walked out of the kitchen holding a plate full of chicken parmesan with a heaping side of pasta and a piece of garlic bread.

"Happy birthday, dad! I wanted to give you more than just this, but mom said it would be too much food, so I had to cut down on it."

Meta chuckled in response to that. "I appreciate the thought, but I do understand why she'd say that. Anyway, thank you for the food, I'm sure it will be delicious."

* * *

After finishing his dinner, he turned to Fettuccine and Kirby.

"Well, what did you think?"

"It was delicious, of course. I had no doubts about your cooking."

Both of them smiled, with Kirby tackling his father with a hug.

"I'm so glad you loved it! Happy birthday!"

"Yes, thank you, Kirby."

"But that's not the only thing, Metty. You also have dessert to eat."

Fettuccine walked into the kitchen for a moment and then followed Sieg and Freya out. The twins carried out two things, one was what appeared to be a plate of chocolate cake and the other appeared to be a giant chocolate ice cream sundae. Meta Knight hid his confusion and concern for what he was getting, willing to stomach down this meal for the sake of his children.

"Happy birthday, dad! We made these for you!" They both exclaimed with a hug.

"Thank you, Sieg, Freya." He then looked at the desserts. "Not that I'm unappreciative of it, but is there any reason why there's two dishes?"

"Um... we both had ideas of what we wanted to do but we couldn't decide..." Freya explained.

"We didn't wanna cheat and use the Cook Ability, so we did our best on our own..."

Her father nodded and then looked at both the dishes. The chocolate cake looked uneven and was covered in a mountain of frosting and occasional sprinkles. There was a message on it, but it was barely legible. For the sundae, it looked a bit neater, but at the same time it was also extremely messy, with a lot of its toppings starting to settle in the bottom of the giant bowl. Of course, there was chocolate ice cream and fudge, but there also was a notable coffee scent lingering near the bottom. Speaking of the bottom, there were brownie bites and chocolate chips starting to pile up there and the whipped cream was starting to slide to the bottom of the bowl. Honestly, he didn't know how to feel about them.

"I'm going to have the ice cream first because I know it'll melt if I let it sit out." Meta said, making it clear to Sieg that there was no favoritism involved.

The twins nodded and Meta took a bite of the sundae. Almost instantly, he was shocked! Quickly, he tried Sieg's dish and he was reeling from it. Not because they were bad, but quite the opposite! They were delicious!

"Fetty, try this!" Meta exclaimed, allowing his wife to have a bite.

Fettuccine tried a bite of the sundae, and she was blown away enough to try the cake, only to get the same reaction. "You both made these without the Cook Ability?!"

"Uh-huh!" Both twins nodded.

Meta stared for a moment and then stooped down to Sieg and Freya's level before giving them a hug.

"It's wonderful. Thank you so much." He uttered in a gentle voice and his heart melted when he saw their sparkling eyes in response to that. Almost instantly, he felt them tackle him while in his arms.

"Happy birthday, dad!"

#metaccine #meta knight #fettuccine kirby #kirby oc #drabble

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bowofbalance · 2 months

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Summary of my birthday so far:

1. Cat spent like a solid hour or more being unusually cuddly even for him

2. A bunch of classes

3. I had to buy new shoes that are a few sizes too small because I did not come prepared for a formal event at ALL

4. I need to leave my next class early for said formal event

5. The event apparently will drag 4-5 hours but I get one entire glass of wine so. ?

6. My Spain mom baked me an amazing carrot cake, which the cat tried to steal out of my mouth (I can't be mad because he's so freaking cute) (seriously he is SO cute)

7. My Spain mom also gave me a book and a really lovely card that she somehow also got my Spain brother to sign, no idea when because he's never home

8. I got to talk to both sets of grandparents

Overall impressions (pre formal event)

My Spain family is great but I wish I had the option to skip the formal event.

Tomorrow I will actually be celebrating properly, I invited some people to go to see Wonka and get ice cream. I actually can't wait because that won't be nearly as formal and I have a few people I really enjoy coming.

#literally ignore me #sorry a little overwhelmed by the day #so i had to list out everything to organize my brain #poor perry's brain so so full of stuff #but overall i am happy. the Event does not get to mess with me (i'm not even there yet)

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ohsilverplease · 4 months

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Cw death & illness

My uncle W passed away today. He’d been in a long, slow decline from MS, and as much as we have said he’d probably be better off dead than trapped in a failed body with a coherent mind, I still cried in the grocery store when I got the text from my mom.

W was my dad’s sister’s husband, but since they’d been married long before I came along he was just family. He was sharp and funny and kind, and so goddamn good-natured even though he was facing a cruel diagnosis. He was so good to my grandmother, his mother-in-law, good to his wife and sons and daughters-in-law and grandchildren.

When I was 22, Jess and I flew to England and when I came back I stayed with them in Ashburn for a night before my parents came to pick me up. Aunt P was at work, I’m not sure why W didn’t have to go in that day, but I’d kind of stayed hiding out half-sleeping in the guest room, and he yelled up the stairs that he’d gotten me a breakfast sandwich from Burger King. I don’t remember what kind but I remember he got me his favorite, just ordered two instead of one. After that I just brought my book downstairs and read on the main couch instead of hiding out anymore.

He grew up in the same town as my dad, and they all went to the same college, Dad and P and W, and I went there too a few decades later. One year I was at an alumni employee lunch, and they had old yearbook photos scattered across the tables as centerpieces, and at my table Uncle W’s face smiled up at me from 1975, and I was so delighted. I stole the centerpiece and next time I saw him I showed it to him, what a small world. I think I still have it somewhere.

We saw him a couple of weeks ago, for his birthday, the five grandchildren running wild in their little assisted-living townhouse, all of us piled into the sickroom to sing happy birthday and take a family photo. For years I thought every time I saw him it could be the last time, and this was no different. A wry comment about the grandkids disturbing his peace, a scoop of ice cream because it was easier to eat than cake.

I’m sad for our family’s loss. I’m sad for his kids and grandkids and my aunt. I’m sad he spent his golden years deteriorating due to disease, and that she spent her golden years changing from a wife to a caregiver. She sounded so depressed and resigned on the phone yesterday, with no updates and only this certainty that he would pass soon. But I’m also so impressed by their strength, individually and as a couple, their commitment to their marriage and each other and their faith. I wish no one else would have to go through this. I hope he is finally at peace, and the family finds peace of their own.

#cw death #cw family death

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matthias-the-tulip · 2 years

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parts i hope they keep in the red white and royal blue movie: a list.

for @failinginwhatdirection here you go

• "i'm going to throw up on you" at the stables

• "i'd rather be waterboarded" also at the stables

• "i bet he has a secret lovechild," nora says. "or he's gay. or he has a secret gay lovechild." "it's probably in case i see his equerry putting his batteries back in," alex says.

• midnight ice cream on instagram and "i didn't know you wore glasses."

• the awkward fist bump on "this morning"

• "do you mind?" in the cupboard at the hospital

• "you're not the prince of me"

• "i cannot believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are."

• "are you psychoanalysing me? i don't think royal guests are allowed to do that."

• "is that the time you threatened to push me into the thames?"

• "no booty calls."

• "it was like you were trying to set him on fire with your mind."

• "don't let the papers print lies about me after i've garroted myself with my tie."

• "you are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life."

• the whole turkey situation but they really can't get rid of that it's too important - "buy a summer home in majorca with the turkey"

• mr wobbles and jabba cakes please.

• "you're jeff goldblum"

• "I BEG YOU TO NOT"

• "please do not attempt to steal my shine. you will fail and i will be embarrassed for you."

• "christ, you are as thick as it gets."

• alex falling while running with june cause he was thinking about henry

• "still waters, deep dicking.”

• “prince henry is a biscuit,” nora says, “let him sop you up.”

• "you're not going to kill him, are you?" she says. "probably not," alex tells her

• "i mean, er, should we, i dunno, slow down?" henry says, cringing so hard at himself that one eye closes. "go for dinner first, or-"

• "i'm going to die," henry says helplessly. "i'm going to kill you," alex tells him. "yes, you are," henry agrees.

• alex fixing his hair for him

• fucking eyelashes

• the whole polo kit situation. henry slowly putting his foot back on the floor 😂

• "you're a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and i'm going to kiss you until you forget how to talk."

• birthday floggings et al

• i will staple your dick to the inside of your leg

• baby.

• "i miss you," alex says before he can stop himself. he instantly regrets it, but henry says, "i miss you too."

• "i want to... put my fingers in his mouth..." she moans, sounding horrified. (WE NEED JUNE)

• "if only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when american boys with chin dimples are mean to him."

• just the whole karaoke bar situation. plz.

• o captain, my captain

• "when at wimbledon."

• "i want to see a cage match between your grandmother and this fucking ghoul running against my mom"

• "and you are good. most things are awful most of the time, but you're good."

• "he is truly a picture, wearing an expression of bewildered panic and absolutely nothing else."

• all of zahra's little quips - "every time i see you, it takes another year off my life." - "ask me if i'm afraid of the crown."

• SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION WITH FOREIGN MONARCHS: A GRAY AREA.

• EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?

• FEDERAL FUNDING, TRAVEL EXPENSES, BOOTY CALLS, AND YOU

• "some saucy tart once tried to impugn my virtue against an oil painting of him, and in the halls of memory, some things demand context."

• I GUESS THAT MAKES YOU. THE MF. NORTH STAR.

• a catholic moment

• santa maria is watching

• "philip is the heir and i'm the spare, and if that nervy bastard has a heart attack at thirty-five and i've got malaria, whither the spare?

• alex's meltdown outside kensington. very important. - "how 'bout i just keep yelling and we see which of the papers show up first!" he turns back to the window and starts flailing his arms too. "henry! your royal fucking highness!"

• henry nuzzling his nose behind alex's ear.

• "next time we shall visit some of the george III pieces and see if they burst into flame."

• DANCING TO YOUR SONG IN THE MUSEUM

• "once shaan managed to dislodge him from the chandelier"

• "i will physically fight your grandmother myself if i have to, okay? and, like, she's old. i know i can take her." "i wouldn't be so cocky," henry says with a small laugh. "she's full of dark surprises."

• "your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing"

• "check the fucking news, you horny little miscreant"

• you're my mean friend

• I 😭 LOVE 😭 HIM 😭 ON 😭 PURPOSE 😭 once again they can't leave that out if they do i'll k!ll someone

• "what are we even defending here, philip? what kind of legacy? what kind of family, that says, we'll take the murder, we'll take the raping and pillaging and the colonizing, we'll scrub it up nice and neat in a museum, but oh no, you're a bloody poof? that's beyond our sense of decorum! i've bloody well had it. i've sat about long enough letting you and gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and i'm finished. i don't care. you can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, philip. i'm done."

• "for what it's worth," he says to philip, "that is the bravest son of a bitch I've ever met."

• "I've been gay as a maypole since the day i came out of mum, philip."

• bea pouring the tea on philip's lap

• henry pulls alex close and kisses him, whispers, "i love you i love you i love you."

• never 😭 tell 😭 me 😭 the 😭 odds 😭

• "my life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person"

• "listen, you've had your first big sex scandal. no more sitting at the kids' table."

• how to love each other in plain sight

• "holding henry's hand atop his own knee" in the portrait

• "all this fundraising for sobriety is going to drive me to drink."

• "I'm the prince of...here"

• "you spent a month of your gap year talking to yaks in mongolia, h."

• "i know it's a lot, but you give people hope. so, get back out there and be alex."

• the super six

• alex tripping on the magazine with them on the cover

• henry fixing june's hair

#red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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skeelly · 4 months

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Well, since I couldn't make you something for your birthday, here are some questions instead.

Favorite meal of the day?

A book you just read?

Thought on chickens?

Do you like living in the Philippines?

Clothing aesthetic?

Heels?

Favorite gift you got for Christmas?

Any pets?

3 random facts about yourself?

Cake or icecream?

If there are any you don't want to answer I totally understand.

SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE AHHHH

> my favorite meal, which is fairly controversial, i know, is breakfast

> black beauty by someone i forgot her name sorry lol

> we used to own chicks and i would play with them and feed them and stuff so i love chickens lol

> for the most part, yes. im very openly against a whole bunch of things here but i mean, for a third world country, i guess it's good. not all people have manners though which is something i very much dislike. the country it self however, it's nice :)

> sorry girlll- i wear whatever i find LMFAOO. but as long as it's comfy, i can wear my jordans with then it's good

> yes. yes. yes. yes.

> the squishy glow in the dark thingy my little brother gave me! helps me with my stupid anxiety lmao

> nope :>

> AAHHH oki.

1. my hair used to be very curly but it was too hard to maintain at my age so my mom got my hair rebounded (spelling might be wrong sorry).

2. most book series i read, i don't actually finish

3. i paint my nails cause peeling them off helps me when im anxious or stressed lmao

> ice cream ? 😭

sorry for answering so late! i remember i wanted to perfect my answers until i just didn't answer. i feel so bad. im so so sorrryyy :(

#askaroo

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sirsell · 2 years

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Happy Birthday

Quick Authors Note: This is my second time posting on here. I am more active on Wattpad. So if you want go check out my wattpad

Also this part is a continuation of New home but can be read by itself.

English is not my first language so if I you find mistakes please tell me and I'll try to correct them as soon as possible.

Part 3

Masterlist

Y/N Your Name

Y/B/F Your best friend

Y/F/C Your favorite color

A/R/C A random color

Y/L/N: Your last name

It had been almost six months since Natasha had taken you in and you were about to turn 5 and for the first time in your life someone wanted to celebrate your birthday.

Living with Natasha in general was the best thing that ever happened to you. She always made you breakfast, while you got dressed. Then she dropped you off at kindergarten, before going to work.

You still didn't know what her job really was, but sometimes she had to take trips for work. But when she had to leave she always made sure you were either with Clint or Maria. Or if neither of them had time with Nick, who she sometimes called your grandpa.

She always made sure to pick you up at 3pm so you could spend the afternoon together. Either by watching movies, eating ice cream at the park or playing games at the apartment. In your opinion Natasha was the best person ever.

"So kiddo. Are you ready? Tomorrow is the big day." The redhead said as she tucked you in the night before your birthday. Since it was a Saturday your friends would come tomorrow and you'd spend the day together. "Yeah. It's gonna be awesome." You smiled up at her as she ruffled your hair. "That's right. So try to get some sleep, it's gonna be a long day tomorrow."

And she was right. Natasha had woken you up at 9am with breakfast already ready. She had made Y/F/B and sang happy birthday to you. Then after breakfast the two of you decorated the apartment and set everything up for the party, before you went to the bakery and picked up the cake.

Now it was 1pm and your friends would come soon. You had invited four girls from your class, one of them being Y/B/F, who you had playdates with regularly. And Maria, Clint and Nick would come too. They were going to help with the party and watch the kids, as Natasha put it.

The doorbell rang and you skipped to the door. You had your favorite outfit on and your hair was bouncing on your shoulders. You pulled the door open to reveal Maria and Clint. "Hey there birthday girl." The brunette said and offered a hug, which you reluctantly took. "Hey Ria." You answered the woman before giving Clint a high five and a smile. The man smiled back at you. As they stepped inside they revealed Nick, who offered you a smile. "Hey kiddo." You smiled at the tall man and let him step inside.

The three of them greeted Natasha and set some wrapped packages down on a table. Maria helped Natasha setting up the table with plates and decorations, for you and the other kids. Then the doorbell rang again. You jumped up and down, while Natasha opened the door. Revealing Y/B/F and Lucy, and a want you didn't recognize. "Hey I'm Lucy's Mom. It's nice to meet you." The grownups shook hands and Natasha introduced herself, while your friends came inside. "Happy birthday." They squealed and both of them hugged you. The three of you made their way to the living room, already buzzing with energy.

While Natasha and the woman were talking, you guys heard new voices. A quick glance towards the door revealed Aimee and Emilie, twins from our class. Their dad was dropping them off and now talking to Natasha and Lucy's Mother. "Hey guys. Happy birthday Y/N." Aimee gave you a hug. "Happy birthday." Emilie just gave you a smile. She was shy compared to her sister and definitely not as touchy.

The five you were babbling and you introduced your friends to Maria, Clint and Nick, who was immediately named Mr. Pirate. You weren't too sure if he liked the name, but he didn't say anything. Then Natasha came back inside. "Okay girls. Do you want some cake?" You guys sat down at the table and started eating cupcakes, cake and some other sweets. You had juice to drink and Aimee was making bubbles in her choice by blowing through her straw, making you and the other girls giggle.

Once all you girls were full Natasha showed you guys an art set up. She had gotten different colors of clay. So you girls could do some arts and crafts. "We guys figured that you guys could do some modeling with this clay. You can do whatever you want and once you're finished we'll dry it so you can take it home."

The five of you immediately started to make a mess. "I'm gonna make a horse." Lucy explained, while Aimee started to make a rainbow. "I wanna make a cat." Emilie said. Y/B/F looked at you and smiled. "Let's make pendants for a necklace that can fit together." You nodded and the two of you started to make some pearls, before you made a heart pendant. One side in pink, the other in Y/F/C. The two sides fit together perfectly so you put holes into the top part of both sides. "So we can wear it on a necklace." Y/B/F said. The two of you giggled as you put the pearls and parts of the heart onto the baking tray.

"Now I wanna make a dinosaur." You exclaimed and grabbed the clay in Y/F/C to form the biggest part of the body. A big tummy, an S-shaped neck to a round head and a long tail. You made some small rolls as legs to support the body.

"Now he needs spikes." You mumbled looking over the table to see which one of the colors would work for the spikes. Before grabbing A/R/C to form spikes and some black for the eyes. You girls played with the clay for one and a half hours, before Natasha came over. "Hey girls, how about you finish this up, so we can put your work into the oven." You finished up with your second dinosaur, a red T-Rex and handed him to Natasha, so she could put it onto the tray. In the kitchen Maria put the tray into the oven, while you girls washed your hands. "Okay girls, how about we open some presents now?" You cheered internally, really excited to open the presents.

Maria helped Natasha to carry all the presents that were originally settled down on the "I wanna go first." Lucy exclaimed and handed me a package. You unwrapped the package, from the purple paper. Inside was a box to make friendship bracelets, with beads, charms and cords. "Thank you so much." You gave Lucy a hug and she smiled back. "You're welcome."

Carefully you unpacked the other presents, a board, where you could plug in small lights and make a picture like that, from the twins. And from Y/B/F a set to make your own chocolate animal lollipops. A huge stufed dinosaur, a triceratops, from Maria, a doll from Clint and lastly a game of memory from Nick. After hugging all your friends, family and thanking them for the gifts, it was now almost time for them to leave.

So Natasha got the clay works we did and then some goodies bags. Each one filled with some sweets, a bubble wand and a small coloring book.

That's when the doorbell rang and the twins' mom was standing there. "Hey girls, we have to go now." She looked stressed, her hair was pulled up in a tight bun. The twins got their things and hugged you and the other two girls, before putting their shoes on. "Bye Y/N. Thanks for inviting us." Aimee said. Emilie waved and then the two girls were gone. "I think my mommy will be here soon too. Maybe we should hide." You giggled and nodded, pulling Lucy and Y/B/F into your room. You helped the two girls to hide underneath your bed, before pulling the duvet as far down as possible so that nobody could see them.

Then the doorbell went off. "You gotta be really quiet." You whispered to your friends underneath the bed, all three of you giggling. You heard footsteps nearing your bedroom and tried to act like nobody was hiding in your room. "Hey Y/N. Do you have any idea where Lucy and Y/B/F are?" Natasha and Y/B/Fs' Mom asked, but you just shrugged. "Noo." You tried to hide a smile, but couldn't completely hide it and you heard some giggles from underneath your bed. "Really? Are you sure?" You nodded, giggling a little. Hearing the giggles from underneath the bed, both the adults smiled.

"I guess I can look for them right?" Natasha asked and checked behind the curtains. More giggle came from underneath the bed. Y/B/Fs Mom checked underneath the table and behind the closet. Making you and your friends giggle even louder.

"Oh no. Where could they be?" Natasha said, before checking ubderjatg the bed. Revealing two giggling girls. You still sitting on top of the bed. "There they are." Both of the grown ups smiled, as your friends came out of their hiding spot.

"Mommy I don't wanna go home. I wanna play more." Y/B/F said, but her mom shook her head a little. "We've got to go and bring Lucy home." Y/B/F pouted, but both of them went to put their shoes on.

"Bye Y/N. See you monday." Lucy said and hugged you. "Bye Lucy." You hugged her back. Y/B/F gave you a really big bear hug. "I'm gonna miss you so much till Monday." "I'll miss you too. Thank you for coming today." As you hugged her back.

The two girls left and shortly after the others left as well, leaving just yourself and Natasha in the apartment. What you hadn't realized was that Natasha had cleaned up in the apartment while you girls were still playing. "Are you I you hungry or do you want to wait for dinner?" You thought about it for a seind before deciding that you weren't hungry right now. "Let's eat later."

"Alright lets eat later. I made your favorite just so you know." You smiled as you grabbed sat you bunny next to your new triceratops so that they could become friends. Natasha was watching you, her eyes soft with adoration as she watched you introduce your old friend to your new friend.

"Okay kiddo. Are you ready for my gift?" You nodded a little, eventhough you hadn't expected her to give you something since, she had already paid for the party.

"So first I have this." She handed you a package which you unwrapped. Inside was a big dinosaur puzzle, the one you had eyed three weeks ago when you guys went shopping, but you hadn't dared to ask Natasha to buy it. "Thank you, thank you." You gave her a really tight hug and she carefully wrapped her arms around you. Natasha knew that you were still wary of her touching you, but the two of you had made a lot of progress and you were okay with sitting close to her, her holding your hand in busy crowds or on her lap on a full bus.

"I have one more thing for you." She handed you a brown envelope and watched as you pulled the papers out. You still couldn't read, only knowing few letters.

"A.. D… I don't know what it says." You looked up at her sadly and she gave you a smile. "Do you want me to read it to you?" You nodded.

"Adoption papers for Y/N Y/L/N." You looked up at her with shock in your face. "You want to adopt me?" "Yes. I would love nothing more than that. I'd love to be your forever home." You fell back into her arms and hugged her very tightly. "Thank you so much." She hugged you very tightly, kissing your forehead as you clung to her. Your arms tightly around her neck. "You're welcome kiddo."

#natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff × child!reader

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obstinaterixatrix · 26 days

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and while dad was getting ice cream my hair got caught in the door handle and I was unexpectedly yanked back while I was trying to leave :'| someone from the other side saw and held the door while mom got me unstuck. but later I went to a pal's place to enjoy her birthday cake and that was fun

#my ramblings #I think I just need to sit still in a room where everything is bubble wrapped for like a week #I'm getting a friend to drive me to go grocery shopping this week because... I'm scared...

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sleekervae · 9 months

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Yoü & I [1.8]

Masterlist

A/N: woohoo! Two chapters in one day! 🤙

Warnings: mentions of drug use

The food was beyond delicious. Maria and her cousin, Andrea, had spent the day cooking up all these little finger foods for the guests to snack on. They were the cutest things the girls had ever laid eyes on and Maria was pretty proud of herself.

Charlotte had a little paper plate in her lap with three little sandwiches of smoked salmon and cream cheese and sausage pastry puffs. She was listening to another guests recent travels through South Africa, not paying attention when Luke would reach over now and again and try to steal some food off of her, just to annoy her. Grabbing a sausage puff with a toothpick, waiting for Charlotte to glare at him and grinning like a little shit as he quickly shoved the piece into his mouth. Charlotte glared at him every time.

"Piss off, dude!" she laughed, much to everyone's amusement, "Go get your own!"

"But Michael took the last sausage puff!" he whined, goading her with puppy-dog eyes.

"Well, that's not my fucking problem," she pouted back, "Eat the salmon ones,"

"Ew, no," he shook his head.

"What if I put vegemite on it for you?"

"... We can discuss it,"

Soon after the party quieted down long enough so they could all sing Happy Birthday to Maria. Afterwards, they cut into the cake and dipped into the freshly-heated bougatsa. Luke and Calum were immediately transported to heaven at the first bite.

"Holy fuck, I missed this stuff," Calum said, powdered sugar staining his lips.

"It's fucking good, yeah?" Luke hummed.

"This ain't nothing," Chloe told them, "When Charlotte's grandma used to make it fresh -- I swear, that shit was better than sex,"

"Do you know how to make this, Charlotte?" another guest asked. The mousy brunette shrugged shyly.

"I've attempted it once or twice, but I always fuck it up," she replied.

"We got to get your mom to show us how to make this," Kimberly nodded.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes, "My mom? Teach us how to bake?"

Kimberly shook her head, "I didn't believe me, either,"

"Hey, we're not complaining over here," Luke piped in, grinning at Charlotte. Some cake icing dotted the corner of her lip, "Hold still, babe,"

He brushed his thumb at the corner of her lip and wiped off the icing. Charlotte hoped he didn't hear the thunk of the lump she'd swallowed the moment he touched her.

The others ate their dessert and consumed an assortment of drinks. Ashton and Michael got into a thumb wrestle over who would get the last bougatsa; Kimberly claimed victory while they were distracted.

"Ya thumb wrestle like children? Ya lose regardless!" she told the sulking boys.

Maria excused herself from her friends for a bathroom break. Ducking out from the party she trotted down the hall and turned into the bathroom doorway. However, she stopped dead in her tracks. Melody was rooting around in her bathroom drawers, seemingly looking for something.

Maria thought she must've been hammered and she was seeing things, but Melody was none the wiser. She kept rummaging around through her toiletry drawer, what the actual fuck?

The older latina crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway, "What're you doing?" she asked.

Melody's head shot up faster than a crack of lightning, her face paling when she'd been caught, "Hm?" was her only response.

"... What are you doing?" Maria asked again, her patience already on a thin line with this girl.

Melody slowly closed the drawer, "I was just looking for some aspirin. I got a bit of a headache," she said, trying to play it off cooly. Maria was unsure as to whether or not she was telling the truth. If she wanted aspirin, she could've just asked.

"One drawer over with the first aid kit," she instructed slowly. Melody opened the next drawer and gasped in triumph when her eyes landed on the little red bottle.

"Oh, here it is!" she grinned at Maria, "Thanks,"

"Sure," Maria nodded, "... Just ask me next time instead of going through my shit,"

Melody shrugged, "Well, you were having too good a time it was kinda' hard getting your attention. Figured you'd keep it in the bathroom anyway; but you're right. Total invasion of privacy. I'm sorry,"

"It's fine," Maria lied, "Come on. I'll get you some water,"

She had Melody slink out first and she watched the young influencer disperse into the crowd. Maria took one last glance at her bathroom, an eerie chill crawling up her spine. Something wasn't right, here. She shut the door behind her and made good to lock it this time.

♛♛♛

The next afternoon, the girls were sat in the airport's lounge as they awaited their flight's departure. They were all giddy -- albeit a bit hungover -- for this next leg of the tour. That is, they were... until Maria told them about last night's run-in with Melody.

"What the fuck is she doing going through your bathroom drawers?" Kimberly scowled.

"That's just downright fucking creepy, even for Melody," Charlotte said.

"Yeah. What -- she wanna' know what scent of Vagisil you use or something?" Chloe remarked, earning some seedy stares from strangers sharing the space.

Kimberly grimaced, "Lower your voice, for God sakes. Everybody's a prude these days,"

Maria slumped down in the arm chair she was sat in, "Girl looked me dead in the eye and told me she needed some aspirin. Bitch, if you need aspirin, you come and ask the host who's bathroom the aspirin is in. You don't just invite yourself to look through the drawers; that's like inviting a total stranger to go through my underwear drawer!"

"I had a date try that with me once," Kimberly said suddenly.

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed, "... And did he violate your underwear drawer?"

"No, but I violated his eyeballs with my hairspray," Kimberly said.

Charlotte cringed, "Get your ass off Bumble,"

"That's really creepy though, Maria," Chloe continued.

"You wanna' know something creepier?" Maria said, "I don't think she was after the aspirin,"

"Why? What do you think she wanted?" Charlotte asked.

Maria shrugged, "Something she clearly couldn't ask me for, probably for fear of judgement,"

"Like what?" Kimberly asked.

"Name it. I got cough syrup in there, bath salts, a couple different painkillers. And if that wouldn't do the trick, she'd probably raid my spice rack for the nutmeg," Maria said.

"Nutmeg? What're you talking about?" Kimberly asked again.

Charlotte shook her head with discontent, "She thinks Melody was looking for drugs," she kept her voice low so other passengers wouldn't hear them.

Chloe's eyes went wide, "Drugs? What kind of drugs would we have? We smoke weed, drink illegally, and the main food group in our diet is McDonald's,"

"Announce it to the world, why don't you," Charlotte grimaced, "Not like we're famous or anything,"

"Sorta famous," Chloe pointed out, "We on a B level,"

Kimberly was in dismay, "Wait, hold up -- you can get high off nutmeg?" she asked in disbelief.

"Apparently, too much of the stuff is like an amphetamine overdose," Maria replied.

"So... say if one were to eat a whole pumpkin pie..."

"You eat a whole ass pumpkin pie, you'll def get sick, just not from the nutmeg," Charlotte said.

"Why would you wanna' eat a whole pie, anyways?" Maria asked.

Kimberly shrugged sheepishly, "Sometimes, post-breakup ice cream just isn't good enough,"

"Yeah, we can't all have a big Australian pretty boy coming over to wipe our tears away like you, babydoll," Maria said to Charlotte. Charlotte stuck her tongue out.

"Jealousy is unbecoming, Maria,"

A look of horror suddenly overcame Chloe's face, the mention of Luke triggering a harrowing thought, "What are the odds do you think Melody does use something? 'Cause if she's using, there's a good to fair chance she'd get Luke involved. And I don't know how I feel about that,"

"Luke Hemmings and drugs?" Kimberly scoffed, "That's like giving double espresso to a puppy,"

Charlotte shook her head confidently, "Luke doesn't use drugs. I mean -- I would know," she said, trying sound certain, "You guys said it yourself, we're practically together all the time. The guys too -- if he was on something but... he's -- he's just -- he's not!"

"No one's saying he is," Maria placed a hand on her knee to calm her down, "Okay? We're not saying he's on anything. We're not even certain Mel is on anything,"

"Yeah," Chloe nodded to Charlotte, "Maybe she's just a creep who likes to go through other people's privacy? Maria caught her doing it last night,"

"And you're right, Lottie," Kimberly added, "We've all known Luke for years. If he was on something -- I mean, I'm pretty sure we'd pick it off,"

Maria brought her hand to her forehead, "I don't even wanna' imagine what Ashton would do if he caught Luke snorting shit,"

"Forget Ashton. What about Liz?" Kimberly said, "Finding out her baby is a junkie? She'd kill Mel first, and then Luke,"

"Why kill Melody first?" Chloe asked.

"You think Luke would get into that shit on his own? Yeah, right. Momma Hemmings' coming at that bitch with a fucking two-by-four and knock those duck lips off her face," the bassist scoffed.

Charlotte then interjected, "Could we talk about something else, please?" she asked, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. The girls couldn't blame her, how terrifying would it be to find out one of your closest friends, someone you practically share every aspect of your life with, abuses pills?

"Sure," Maria nodded, just as eager to steer off topic. Besides, Luke didn't fit the mold anyway. He'd smoke weed, sure, but they all did, "What're we gonna' do first when we get to England?"

"Sleep off this hangover for one," Chloe replied.

The conversation changed and soon enough, the girls were being called to board their plane. And yet, for the majority of the flight Charlotte had a sinking feeling in her gut. Even when Luke and Calum popped by her seat for a chat, she couldn't help but look at the 6'2 blonde a little differently. Her mind was wandering, looking for anything that indicated to her that Luke's behaviour was off. But he was normal, as normal and goofy as the day they'd met.

You're being ridiculous, she thought to herself, he's not on anything. He never would... right?

♛♛♛

The moment they stepped off the plane, Charlotte took her phone off airplane mode and regretted it immediately when she saw she had a few missed calls from her mom. Eight, to be precise, and a flurry of text messages.

"For fuck sakes..." she fell into step with Maria as they made their way to exit Heathrow, "Look at this,"

The bleary-eyed latina took a glance at the phone screen and shook her head. Penelope was at it again with her overbearing and over-worrying.

"Jesus, eight calls? Seriously?" she asked.

"One for nearly every hour of the flight. And like, twelve messages," Charlotte replied, she scrolled through the messages, "Your brother is still seeing that whore. I know he's lying to me. What did you say to him before you left? Why aren't you answering my calls?"

"Didn't you tell her you were travelling today?" she asked.

"Oh, of course," she nodded back, "When she gets hysterical though, all rational thought flies out the window," she started to dial her mom's number.

Maria's eyebrows furrowed, "It's 11pm over there right now, isn't it?"

"Well clearly, it's an emergency. So I think she'd appreciate the call back, regardless" Charlotte smirked, knowing fully well her mother was already fast asleep.

Maria shook his head, "You're bad, Char,"

"I know," she put the phone to her ear, "But I look damn good while doing it,"

A few feet behind the girls, Luke fell into step with Ashton. Charlotte wasn't the only one to note Bryana's lack of presence at the party, and Melody's words echoed in his head on repeat. Ashton didn't often let it show when he was down, he was supposed to be the happy-go-lucky git of the group. Always laughing and joking around, so it was rare when Luke would truly see Ashton upset.

"Hey,"

"Hey," Ashton yawned into his fist.

Luke licked his lips nervously, "Listen, I don't want to get into anything but... are you and Bri okay?" he asked.

The curly-haired drummer seemed to go a shade paler at the mention, but his face gave nothing away, "Whatcha' mean?"

The blonde shrugged sheepishly, "I mean -- she wasn't at Maria's party last night --"

"I told you: she had a thing," Ashton replied, staring at the younger lad quizzically.

"What kind of a thing?" Luke asked. Ashton neglected to respond, instead focusing on pushing through the crowds of travelers, "I'm not trying to pry or anything, mate. I just -- if something's going on, we're here for you. All of us," he nodded in the direction of the girls.

Ashton feigned a smile, "I know. And I'm good, we're all good. I promise ya,"

If there was one thing Luke would change about Ashton, he'd get him to be a little more truthful with his emotions. For as long as he could remember, Ashton would bottle up his feelings on the inside and slap a smile on his face, and on more than one occasion he'd crash and burn at the end of misery lane.

"Alright,"

An hour and some later the bands arrived at their hotel. Charlotte had called her mom, hearing the same grating annoyance in Penelope's voice as she bitched about how it was the middle of the night, but afterwards proceeded to complain to her daughter about how sure she was Troy was keeping things from her. Charlotte did what any burnt out daughter would do with their paranoid, overbearing mother: tune her out and simply agree with everything she was saying so she'd settle down.

"That's the problem with your generation; you all romanticize drugs and unwrapped sex until you end up pregnant and have to live with your overworked parents for the rest of your lives -- rent free!"

"I know mom, I know," Charlotte sighed, slumped over the couch of her hotel room.

Across from her sat Chloe on the bed, sprawled out and trying to doze off. But Penelope was so loud she could hear her from the speaker. She kept her eyes trained on the singer, and when Charlotte caught her gaze she made a gun sign with her hand and motioned to blow her brains out. Chloe simpered.

"Are you even listening to me?" Penelope snapped.

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "Yeah mom, I've been listening for --" she glanced at the bedside clock, "Forty-eight minutes exactly,"

Penelope huffed, "Alright, alright. I know when you're sick of me, sweetheart. Just try not to cry too much when I finally kick the bucket," and here came the guilt.

"Mom, I'm not sick of you," Charlotte reasoned, "But I just got off a nine-hour flight and I'm exhausted,"

"So, why did you call me?" Penelope asked.

"Because I feared you'd harass the phone company again if I didn't," she replied, "Now, just calm down. Troy's an adult and he can do what he wants,"

"But what if he gets her pregnant or she gets him into LSD? I don't want no helter skelter hipsters coming around my house and blowing their sage around!" Chloe heard that and nearly busted out laughing.

Charlotte rolled her eyes, bleary and fatigued, "Mom, he's not going to get anybody pregnant. I mean -- look at him. The kid's swimmers probably can't even make it past the cervix," Chloe grimaced.

"Charlotte, don't be so crass," Penelope chided.

"Well, stop being so paranoid! And lay off the kid! You can't be helicoptering over his shoulder all the damn time," Charlotte replied.

"It's not paranoia, but a mother knows when a girl isn't right for her son!" she replied, "If you ask me, the Martinellis should've sent that girl to reform school long ago,"

"I know, mom," Charlotte huffed, "Look, I got to go but just take it easy for God sakes. Give Troy a little room to breathe,"

"He's not like you, Charlotte," Penelope stated, "I never have to worry about you, you're independant. It's your brother the world is going to eat alive. Goodnight, Charlotte," and with that, the older woman hung up. Charlotte wanted nothing more than to toss her phone out the window.

Chloe grinned at her friend, "... So, how's Penelope?" she asked.

Charlotte glared back at her, "Why is talking to my mother for forty minutes more exhausting than a transatlantic flight?"

"Because she's crazy," Chloe stated simply, "No offense -- but I mean, helter skelter hippies? What does she think this is? The Manson Murders?"

"I don't even know anymore," Charlotte peeled herself off the couch and went to collapse on the twin bed, "The woman is like a damn gas leak. I don't see her or hear her for a multitude of time, but she's slowly trying to kill me,"

"Maybe you ought to get her Xanax for Christmas," Chloe smirked.

Charlotte crawled under the blankets, fully prepared for a twelve-hour nap, "Xanax wouldn't be strong enough. I need some elephant tranquilizers,"

"Isn't that shit toxic for humans?"

"I don't know. But we'll find out,"

Chloe huffed and grabbed the chord to draw the curtains closed, crawling back into her own bed for a nap, "Get some rest Charlie, you'll feel better,"

"Mmhm," Charlotte already had her eyes closed and was willing herself to sink into some sleep. However, her phone buzzed with another text and she swore she was going to hit the ceiling.

"Oh my God! This woman!" she grabbed the phone to turn it off, but her blood ran cold when she saw it wasn't her mom who had sent her a text.

"Hewy Char"

"II miss yo,"

"I'm sdtill down if yaou arey?

"Jus forq a night?"

"It's Ben, by the wak,"

Clearly he was drunk, so it gave Charlotte no satisfaction that he was only texting her because he was inebriated. She could've sworn she blocked his number, anyways. But how disrespectful could a person be? Not only to their ex, but to themselves as well?

"What is it?" Chloe asked, noting Charlotte's despondent silence, "Is it your mom?"

Charlotte felt a cold shiver ripple down her spine. Apart from anger, the only thing that pumped through her blood was fear. The thought of him coming anywhere near her again nearly had her on the brink of tears. Years of forgotten manipulation and abuse came flooding back in the blink of an eye and Charlotte felt she was back in her apartment, cold, alone and shattered.

So she immediately blocked his number and deleted the texts.

"No, it's just data warnings," Charlotte replied, swallowing the dense lump in her throat, "Nothing important,"

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