#CHARLOTTE HAD TWINS

[margareturtle]

I ONLY FINISHED CHAIN OF THORNS RECENTLY (which I know it’s upsetting 😭 it also means I might’ve missed this talk)

BUT LIKE YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THERE IS A WHOLE SUB GENERATION OF THE TLH GEN

I HAVEN’S SEEN ANY TALK OF CHARLOTTE HAVING TWINS LIKE ?!!!!

BETWEEN ALEXANDER LIGHTWOOD, ZACHARY ARASH CARSTAIRS, AND THE FAIRCHILD TWINS

(It surprised me that Will and Tessa didn’t decide to have a third then they certainly could have—maybe they do and they aren’t mentioned yet😭)

BUT THIS IS ENOUGH FOR ANOTHER SERIES

OR MAYBE NOT MAYBE FINALLY A GEN OF LIGHTWOOD, CARSTAIRS, FAIRCHILD THAT GROWS UP IN PEACE 😭

[charlotte-queen-owl]

@serpent-hell

him being the uncle is so funny to me, it's like that random beef ur uncle starts to mess with you but times eleven with more mass murder

HIII HELLO TIS I SCARLETTE ISTOLE CHARLIE'S PHONE SO I'M ASNWERING HER ASKS FOR HER VUT HONEST OPINION I WAS SUPER SHOCKED WHEN IT GOT REVEALED FRFR I THIUGHT FOR SURE IT WAS YUUJI AND HIM THEN PLOTWIST KENJAKU ACTUALLY GON CHOW DOWN CHINA TOWN BACKSHOTS WITH HIS TWININIM JIN AND I HAD TO GIVE BACK THE 2 DOLLARS WE BET ON BCZ NUN OF US WERE RIGHT LMAO

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

There's at least one boy in there but, hey, I wouldn't count twins out yet. Twins run in the family.

[bloomingkyras]

the grandparent is having another noo boo 😂 No wonder why Dar'leen can't accompany Charlotte the other days 😌

[frootbyethefoot]

the luckiest survivors in all the fog, or unluckiest depending on how you look at it!

[ID: two digital drawings of renato lyra and thalita lyra from dead by daylight, both in their default outfits. the background shows an open, grassy field with little visible in the distance other than a large pine tree. renato stands towards the left side of the drawing, with a neutral expression, and holds a light gray toolbox in his left hand. theres a rainbow of transgender flag around renatos head. he has various different injuries, including a bloody bandage around his left arm, a tear in his shirt, a scar on his chest, and a bruise on his right wrist. his right hand is holding thalitas left hand. thalita is walking forward and happily talking to renato. she is holding a flashlight towards her chest in her right hand. there is a bright rainbow towards the left of her, a bright yellow smiley face to the right, and two bright yellow exclamation marks above the smiley face. she too has various injuries, including a bruise on her left knee, a small bandage on her right wrist, and a bruise on her left cheek.

the second digital drawing is the exact same, except its missing the background and is completely transparent, aside from a white outline around the lyra siblings. END ID/]

[caterpillarinacave]

So, you know how Charlotte and Henry are supposed to have twin girls after COT? 

Well, what if they had triplets?

Hear me out here. Obviously, it's  been super busy, after Belial's attack, and the Silent Brothers are still recovering from the whole possed dead body thing. Unsurprisingly, Charlotte ends up going into labor early. 

Well, its ok, because everyones ready for these two kids. The Silent Brothers predicted the babies would be early. They've got all the kinks ironed out. Names are picked, cradles are ready, TID group is on standby in the living room, everyone has time off,  ect, ect.   As long as the labor goes well everything will be predictable and normal.

And , surprisingly everything goes perfectly. Two girls are born, small, but  totally healthy, screaming and crying their heads off. This is, of course, is the time for Henry to burst out the door and announce the babies are perfect, and everyone can swarm into the room, cooing, coddling, passing the babies around showering them with affection , and then everyone can go sit down and relax

 In reality, the second girl is born, and it becomes very apparent that this is definitely not over, and Charlotte's still in labor.  And then a couple minutes later boom. Baby boy. Red hair, he looks just like his sisters, sobbing, whining, and healthy as a horse. Naturally Henry and Charlotte are still delighted.

 ¨We've got three babies!¨ 

¨Dear heavens, we've got three babies. ¨

Scrambling ensues. Get another cradle, we´re gonna need more clothing, get ahead of the rumor mill, someone pick Matthew off the floor, no, William, we are not joking, by the angel, we need a name!

Look, all I'm saying is this would be hilarious, totally in character for Cassandra Clare, and exactly something that would happen to Henry and Charlotte.

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

I'm so glad to see that my little stupid pun (shambrosius) is doing so well (considering my usual reblog numbers). Truly, I'm glad this place can appreciate some of my stupid humor.

Anyway, time for sibling shit. This one is longer and I live for it.

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She crouches down beside Norshe, peering into the sanctuary through the dirty skylight.

"Is he here yet?" she asks, looking over at her fiancée. Norshe nods.

"We saw him arrive. He's talking to someone at the door, though. We didn't see who," she says. Charlotte purses her lips.

"And his reinforcements?" she asks. Norshe glances at another KB member, who shakes her head.

"We haven't been able to locate them. Either they're very good at hiding, or he didn't bring any," she says. Charlotte hums, but her train of thought is interrupted by the echoed cries of a baby. She looks down into the sanctuary, and Ambrosius walks into view with a wiggling bundle in his arms. He looks positively lost. Even so, he's holding the child with the utmost care and gentleness, and he looks so soft-

No, she scolds herself. She can't let her guard down. This could still be a trap. Still, they can't leave that baby down there. She sighs.

"Two of you stay here. The rest of you, with Norshe and me," she says. She receives some firm nods, and she stands up again, turning and starting to make her way down from the roof. They go in through the hidden entrance that she showed Ballister, moving quietly. She gestures for the KB members to spread out, to surround Ambrosius from the shadows. Eventually, Ambrosius lifts his head and spots Charlotte and Norshe moving toward him. The baby's wails are even louder now that they're close, and Ambrosius clearly has no idea how to soothe them.

"Char-"

"Let me see," she says, holding out her arms. He stares at her for a moment, then looks down at the child and purses his lips. It looks so tiny and helpless in his arms. After a moment, he carefully shifts the baby into Charlotte's still waiting arms, and she gently rocks the child, making soft shushing noises. At the edge of her gaze, she can see Ambrosius's hands fidgetting, and his gaze hasn't left the child in her arms.

"Her mother...She said that she had to get her baby out of their house. It wasn't safe for her there." She looks up at him, and there's sadness in his eyes. "Her name's Lucele." Charlotte looks down at baby Lucele, taking a little while longer to soothe her before she turns to Norshe. Norshe silently takes the baby from her, and Charlotte crosses her arms.

"Get her out of here. Bring her somewhere safe," she says. Norshe's gaze immediately snaps to her.

"I'm not just going to leave you here with him. I don't care if he's your brother, Chari. I don't trust him," she says. Charlotte tilts her head slightly, a serious look on her face.

"Norshe," she says. "Please." Norshe looks back at her, desperation and reluctance on her face. But after a moment, she sighs in resignation and nods.

"Fine." She turns a sharp glare on Ambrosius. "If you hurt her, you'll lose a lot more than Ballister did."

"I would never hurt her," Ambrosius says immediately. Norshe's glare doesn't waver.

"As if you haven't already." She swiftly turns away, marching back in the direction they came from. Charlotte gives a sharp whistle.

"The rest of you, escort her back. I don't want anything happening to that baby." She glances up toward the skylight. "And I mean all of you." Norshe stops and turns around again.

"Chari-"

"Trust me." Norshe frowns deeply, then looks at the baby in her arms. She sighs again.

"Let's move," she calls. Charlotte watches her go, listens to the footsteps of her and the other KB members recede. She takes a moment to steel herself, then turns back to Ambrosius.

"Can your reinforcements just wait until they're gone? They aren't part of this," she says. She watches his eyes sadden.

"Char, I didn't bring-" As he takes a step toward her, she can't help but shift backward slightly, hand jumping to the hilt of her sword. He freezes, wide, hurt eyes locked on hers.

"You turned on Ballister, Ambrosius. The man that you claim to love, who you told me you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. How can I possibly trust you?" He turns his head away, face full of shame.

"What was I supposed to do, Charlotte? They were all right there. She was right behind me, in my ear. Everyone was looking at me to make the call." He looks back at her again. "Do you think I wanted to do it? Do you think I wanted to do any of this? Hunt him, betray him, betray you, chop off his arm? The only reason I'm the one searching for him is because if I don't, Todd will, and he wants to hurt Bal. I had to do something." She looks at him for a moment, searching his face for any trace of deception. But it's like her mother once said: Ambrosius is an awful liar. None of what he said is a lie. She slowly lowers her hand from her sword.

"No reinforcements?" He shakes his head firmly, and she sighs, crossing her arms. "Then why did you come, Ambrosius?" He winces slightly, perhaps from her tone or from her lack of his nickname, then shifts slightly and pulls his cloak—no, not his cloak. Not his usual one, at least—more securely around himself.

"I...I don't know. I guess...I just wanted to talk to Bal, or you, or both. I needed to explain," he says, looking away. She purses her lips for a moment.

"Well, you explained. Anything else I can do for you?" she asks. When he looks at her, there's hurt in his eyes, and she has to take a careful breath to keep her neutral expression. She hates that look. She's always hated it. She wants to look away, but something about that sad, pained gaze has her pinned.

"I'm sorry," he says, voice barely above a whisper. He shakes his head. "I'm so sorry, Charlotte." Her face remains stone still, but her fingers flex against her arms.

"I know." He stares at her for another few moments, but nothing else is said. Instead, he looks away, and for a moment, he looks so very young. Vulnerable, lost. She's brought back to six years ago, standing before him at her mother's funeral. The day he made her a promise that he was never able to keep. She turns her gaze to the floor, fingers digging into the skin of her arms. "I should hate you." She listens to his breath catch.

"What?" She drops her hands, and they curl into fists at her sides.

"After everything that we've been through, today and nearly every day for the past six years, I should hate you. For over half a decade, I wanted to. I wanted to hate you so badly. I wanted to build something good, like the Knights Betrayed, just to spite you. To spite the Institute. To show you that I didn’t need you. That I was thriving without you.” Her jaw clenches for a moment, then everything relaxes all at once, and she looks up at him. "But I couldn’t. Even after everything, I loved you. You’re my brother, my best friend. In all that spite that I convinced myself I carried, I was also carrying the hope that you’d see what I built and be proud of me. Despite what the Institute and the Director did to me. When I wanted to hate you, I couldn’t. I still can’t. And it makes me so mad, because you-“

"Because I deserve your hatred." He chuckles humorlessly. "I hurt you, and Bal. I’m the reason you’ve uprooted everything you built. I cut off Bal’s arm and tried to arrest him. You should both hate me.” She stares at him for a moment.

"You screwed up, Ambrosius." He huffs.

"Understatement of the century." A beat passes.

"We don't." He looks at her again. "Hate you. Bal and I. We don't." His jaw clenches for a moment, and she thinks that there might be tears in his eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because this isn't you, Ambrosius. When I look at you right now, I see a stranger. I know you. I know who you are. And this isn't it. You're so caught in the desire to make everyone happy and do what everyone expects that you've lost yourself." His eyes widen for a moment. He doesn't argue with her or try to deny it. He simply looks away. She frowns softly, facade dissolving, then takes a few careful steps toward him. When she's close enough, she lifts her hand to gently tilt her face back toward her, forcing him to look at her. "We miss you so much, Ambrosius. Come back to us." His eyes flit between hers, and he lifts a hand, fingers just barely curling around her wrist.

"I can't," he whispers. She doesn't know why she expected a different answer. He's...him. This all means too much to him. She knows what kinds of expectations he has laying upon him. He can't put those down. He doesn't know how. He's never known. She doesn't meet any resistance as she pulls her hand away.

"You know what’s happening is wrong. You know that the Director isn’t telling you the truth. Bal is innocent and you know it." For a moment, she sees the clarity in his eyes, and she has hope. "So what are you going to do about it, Brosi?” He stares back at her, but words seem to be failing him. She takes a step back, intending to leave him with that bit of encouragement. But then his hand finds her wrist again, more firmly than the first time.

"Who did that to you?" She looks up at him for a moment, thoroughly confused until she follows his gaze down to her right arm. Ballister wrapped the wound she got earlier, but there's a little bit of red seeping through certain areas of the fabric. She shakes her head.

"I got it during the fight earlier, I don't know who it was. It doesn't matter," she says. But he's not pleased by that answer.

"Of course it matters! Someone hurt you and it's my fault!"

"It certainly wasn't you who cut my arm, Ambrosius."

"But I'm the one who ordered them to arrest you. They wouldn't have touched you if I'd told them not to." And that bit is true, but she finds herself arguing anyway.

"Hey, come on-"

"He blames himself for a lot of things, but I think this one is actually on him." They both whip their heads around, and Ambrosius is immediately turning and stepping in front of Charlotte, shielding her. There he is. This is the Ambrosius she knows. The protective big brother, even though they're only around 8 months apart. Charlotte peers past him, recognizing the voice. Alieza.

"What are you doing here?" Ambrosius demands, one hand on his sword while the other is held out to further shield Charlotte. Alieza pulls her hood off her head, letting Charlotte see her face properly. It's older, more mature, but Charlotte still recognizes it as the face she once adored so much. Her dark braids are tied back, out of her face, and Charlotte remembers learning to weave those braids into Alieza's hair. Dark eyes stare at them, but there isn't any hostility in them.

"For all the sneaking around you and Bal did, you’re not very good at actually sneaking around, Ambrosius," she says, almost seeming amused. However, the amusement quickly goes away when she looks toward Charlotte.

"Hi, Char."

"Ali." Alieza stares at her for a moment, then sighs and shakes her head.

"I can't believe I didn't see it," she says. Charlotte pushes Ambrosius's arm down and shifts forward slightly, standing beside him instead of half behind him. He glances down at her, then at Alieza, hand still hovering over his sword.

"See what?" he asks. But when Alieza looks up again, she isn't looking at him.

"The whole scandal. It was him, wasn't it? He's why you left. You were protecting him." Charlotte purses her lips. "Ambrosius is your brother."

"Half brother," she corrects. "But everything else is true." Alieza stares at her for a moment, then sighs.

"I always wondered why you didn't tell me. I wondered if they knew." She gestures toward Ambrosius, but the inclusion of Ballister in the statement is obvious. "I thought I'd moved past it, but then I saw you today, all rebel leader and kicking ass like you used to, and everything came back to me. How you left, and not even six months later, Ballister was angry at you and Ambrosius wouldn't talk about you. You were like a phantom, haunting me. And I always wondered if there was some way I could've made you stay. But I thought about what you said to the Director today, and I realized that I couldn't have. You had to protect Ambrosius, and the only way to do that was for you to leave."

"I'm sorry, Alieza. I never meant for you to get hurt," Charlotte says. Alieza shakes her head.

"No, I know. I was upset for a while, but I never resented you for it. Even before I realized why you would've left, I saw how they all treated you once your real lineage was leaked. I remember how hard it was for you." She smiles just a little. "But your apology is appreciated, Char." After a moment, Ambrosius clears his throat.

"Is that why you followed me, then? You wanted to talk to Charlotte?" he asks. Alieza straightens slightly, and Charlotte remembers that Ambrosius is technically captain right now.

"I hoped that following you would lead to her, yes, but that's not why I followed you. I followed you because the Director asked me to." Ambrosius's hand immediately returns to his sword, but Alieza holds up a hand. "Before you jump to any conclusions, I'm not going to tell her that you came here. She mentioned that she noticed you sneaking out, and I volunteered to track you and report what I found. I'll just tell her that you went to clear your head." Ambrosius slowly relaxes again, then sighs.

"Thank you, Ali." She nods, then glances at Charlotte again.

"You should hurry and wrap things up, though. We need to get back before someone else misses us," she says. They both nod, and Alieza flashes Charlotte a small smile before turning and starting to walk away. However, she pauses and looks back at Ambrosius. "By the way, I think you should give Charlotte her cloak back, Captain." Charlotte turns to point at Ambrosius.

"I knew I recognized it!" Now that Alieza's pointed it out, she can't unsee it. The cloak is just a little too small for Ambrosius, just the slightest bit too short. She should've realized it sooner. He looks down at her.

"Well I couldn't let Blanche have it after you threw it over his head," he says. She smiles a bit, looking him over for a moment.

"Keep it, then. In case you need it," she says. He looks at the cloak for a moment, then back at her.

"Just until this is all over," he says. It puts a strain on her smile. She doesn't know how this is going to end, or when it will be over. She's trying to be optimistic, but...Well, she just hopes that they find a way out of it soon. She takes a step back, gesturing in the direction Alieza went.

"You should go." The relaxed look on his face disappears, and she almost feels bad for suggesting it. She doesn't want to leave either, really. This is the most they've talked properly since before the knighting ceremony. But there are things that have to be done. She rocks back on her heels slightly, preparing to move and leave.

"Char." It just takes the one word for her to move forward again, pulling him into a hug and holding on tight.

"Don't get yourself killed," she says, chin resting on his shoulder. He squeezes her back.

"I won't."

"If you do, I swear on Gloreth's name, I'll find it in me to hate you." He chuckles softly.

"I'd deserve it." She can't bring herself to let go at first. She doesn't remember the last time she hugged him. Was it that first time they reunited? What if something happens? What if he does get himself killed? He's safe here, with her holding on to him. If she lets go, he goes into the unknown, where she can't control anything. And of course, he seems to sense her thoughts, and his head turns slightly, tilting so he can press a kiss to her temple. "I'll be okay, Char. I promise." She inhales shakily.

"Swear on my mother's name." His arms tighten around her slightly.

"I swear on Minara Corova that I'll be back, and that I'll be okay," he says. She takes a moment more, then finally steps back, reaching up to set her hands on his shoulders.

"Then remember what I said." He smiles a bit.

"I will. I always do."

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @madlad06 @xxlunadrawsstuffxx @floxu

[rootsofdread]

A while back I met a really fun spirit with mad grit on. She cared naught for hooks, only downing someone to get them on her shoulders before trying to lawnmower her way over the rest of us. I tried to let her kill me at the end, letting her down me in the door after everyone else has left, but she just scooped me up and nyoomed over to the other door to drop me there instead. I wish I could have spoken to her, but I'm on console.🥲

sorry this is a bit late!! haven't been feeling well T__T

but that's SO funny omg and sounds like it was so much fun haha. i once went against a wraith who NEVER hooked any of us but downed us all about fifty million times each (he seemed to make sure at least one person was always still standing to get the rest of us up, though), it was kinda terrifying honestly but he seemed nice, i liked him :-) alas, the true plight of console players is the inability to be nice to some of the people you play with because they're on PC 😭

i don't get a lot of killers who run fun/funny builds just to mess with and have fun with the survivors but i pray i get more one day. though i will say i LOVE going against killers with super stealth builds, they scare the everloving shit out of me and they're just so fun to play with lol

[ameliathefatcat]

If Teddy was a girl her name would have been Hope Charlotte Lupin.

Teddy hates thinking about that. He claims it’s a ‘basic straight white girl name’ when he says this James brings up the fact he’s white and Teddy says ‘But I’m not basic or straight or a girl’

[astrolotte]

tiny sammy and tiny charlie :) I'd say do not separate them, but, well. William had other plans

btw Sammy's name is Samson and no i do not take constructive criticism on that fact

[swithe-ist]

lol hoo boy bridgerton is weird (bad).

[lecl3rcw]

KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | Leclerc brothers x sister! reader

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Pairings: Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo Leclerc x sister! reader (model reader)

Summary: As Arthur and Y/N are on live together, Arthur accidentally spills his guts on Y/N crush on this mystery man, who is this man? And what will her brothers’s reaction be.

Warnings: I’m using meeya dugied’s photos as a reference! But reader has no faceclaim!

Author’s note: WHOO it’s been a while, hope you guys have been well, I just wanted to say Thankyou for being so patient with me, I’ve had a lot going on in my life but just know your requests are in the process of being finalized! I’m the meantime, this is just a little short fic for everyone!

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“Do you think the chicken came first or the egg?”

“….Shut up Arthur”

The boy narrowed his eyes at his twin, the two youngest leclercs were on Y/N’s Instagram live because they were so bored and since then it’s been a blur.

“Y/N who is your favorite brother out of the 3, Lorenzo for sure” she reads out the question and answers it without hesitation.

“Girllll whats up your ass today, did Jo-” before he could say more, the girl quickly covers his mouth, “Shut the fuck up Arthur! I swear I’m never telling you anything again!” She says, pushing his face out of the frame.

“Ouch! See guys this is what happens when you’ve had the fattest crush on this dude named J-” She interrupted him once more.

“Ok everybody! That’s it for this live, Thankyou so much for keeping us entertained and I hope you all have an amazing day! Love you” she says quickly before turning the live off.

“You’re actually such a cunt Arthur” she says as she pushes him again.

“What? It’s not like I said his name” he responds standing up

“it’s not your place Hoe” she responds standing up.

“Whatever girl, talk to the fucking hand” he says raising his hand in the most sassy way possible before walking off.

What in the sassy men apocalypse, she shook it off and just allayed down on the couch, before she got a text.

She rolls her eyes again, “I’m so sick of them” she scoffs.

She smiled at the replies her tweet got, the f1 fanbase has got to be the most creative one yet to exist. Tired from scrolling, she shuts her phone down and decides to rest her eyes. However, her peace only lasted for 20 minutes as her phone rang for a Group FaceTime call. She lets out a loud groan but answers it.

“So Y/N, Tell us who this man” Lorenzo asks.

“Again, no hi, no hello” she responds.

“Y/N I swear!” Charles interrupts her.

“Oh my god, for fucks sake, it’s Jo-” Arthur starts but is immediately interrupted,

“STOP, fine, I’ll text it to you” she says before shooting the groupchat a text.

“Oh Y/N, you know that never ends well” Charles says.

“Says you? Let me ask all your ex girlfriends” she responds in a very snarky way, Charles looked taken aback.

“Ok damn girl, calm down no need to get all violent🙄” he says visibly rolling his eyes.

“Sorry Charlie, i didn’t mean that, if Alexandra and Charlotte are there tell them i love them and that they’re way better than their mans, anyways bye goodnight, have a good trip” she says.

“You too Chérie, hope your photo shoot goes well tomorrow!” Charles says before hanging up, Lorenzo adds to that with “and goodluck with J-”

“OK GOODBYE” she says hanging up, she lets out a sigh and puts her hand on her face. She gets up and does her skincare routine, and goes to sleep.

The next morning, her flight to Milan was very early so she was at the airport by 6.

She hugs Arthur, “Bye tur tur, hope your race testing goes well” he hugs back tight, “you too Y/n/n”

She hugs her mom tightly, “Love you Maman” she squeezes her, Pascale reciprocating the action. “I love you, text me when you land” her mom says, and the young girl nods. She waved one last goodbye to her mom and her brother before boarding the flight.

She makes a quick post on her Instagram before shutting her phone off for her flight.

y/n.leclerc

y/n.leclerc june with my fav people ever🫶🏻 p.s. Alexandra is the best photographer

tagged charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, lorenzotollotaleclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, carla.brocker, charlottedipietro, pascale_leclerc

Liked by bengals, charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, and 1,000,000 others

arthur_leclerc WHATS 4+4😝

^y/n.leclerc ATEEEEEEE

^charles_leclerc girllll more like -8

^y/n.leclerc I’m gonna beat your ass.

alexandrasaintmleux my chérie😍

^y/n.leclerc THE LITERAL LOVE OF MY LIFE😍

bellahadid let’s get married

^y/n.leclerc I’m gonna bite you☺️

leclercupdates NOT THE BENGALS LIKING

^wags4life LIKE ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE?

y/n’swhore SHES LITERALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON EVER😞

What the girl didn’t expect was to get a text from one of the most popular teams ever.

Bengals Hello! We would like to host a partnership with you, we wanted to invite you to one of our games as an honorary guest, you can bring up to 6 people.

……

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | lifestyles of the rich & famous

i. lifestyles of the rich and famous by good charlotte (introduction)

a/n: introductory chapter! introducing the dynamics of the band, luke's relationship with his mom, and teenage boy antics. pre-reader and pre-chb. things will pick up quickly after this, i promise! bear with me as i set the scene :)

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“why the fuck am i seeing tabloids on top of tabloids with my kid’s plastered face on the front page of all of them?” 

luke winced at the sound of his mom’s voice echoing through the empty event space. chris covered the bottom half of his face with his shirt, trying to hold in his laughter. may castellan was in her usual pantsuit, high heels clacking against the floor, as she waved around trashy magazines. she was furious. 

“ignoring the fact that you are not 21 years old and cannot legally drink, what were you thinking, luke?” travis dropped his drumsticks on the ground, motioning for chris and connor to follow him backstage. they’d seen luke get chewed out by his mom more often since they started their world tour. as the three boys walked toward the side of the stage, may turned to them. “none of you are off the hook either. you may not have been on the front page, but care to listen to what they said about you in one of their glorious articles?” 

“i would actually prefer not to, mama castellan,” chris mumbled, suddenly feeling caught. all traces of humor instantly drained from his face. luke couldn’t help but scoff, the boys always gave him shit for getting yelled at by his mom, so he was glad that this time around they were all on the sinking ship. 

she dramatically cleared her throat, opening up one of the magazines. luke grimaced at the sight of him on the front page. he was sitting on the curb, his sunglasses askew, with a girl awkwardly patting his back. he doesn’t even remember this. may shot daggers at chris, who was cowering behind his mic stand, “bassist of poisoned mercury, chris rodriguez, was photographed away from the band when he was caught outside smoking something that wasn’t a cigarette, if you catch our drift. hopefully, his habits don’t catch up to him anytime soon.” 

she stared at the stolls next, “drummer and lead guitarist of the rising band, travis and connor stoll, didn’t miss out on the fun. they walked out of the club with two models, who looked like twins, along with a bottle of dom perignon before heading into their suv.”

“and my darling child,” her words were sweet but her tone was anything but. luke chewed on the peeling skin of his bottom lip, “superstar, teen heartthrob, poisoned mercury lead singer, luke castellan, had a great night as seen in these pictures. the resident bad boy had one too many, it seems, as he walked out of the club stumbling with a mysterious blonde under his arm. castellan couldn’t make it into the car and had to sit on the curb to puke his guts out. let’s hope his actions didn’t ruin his chance at a budding romance.” 

may closed the magazine, arms on her hips. she waited patiently for one of the boys to speak up. 

“in our defense, this was in canada,” luke tried to reason, scrunching his face up. “legal drinking age is 18.” 

that was the wrong response, luke realized, when his mom’s eyes lit up in anger. she let out a breath, “you were in toronto where the drinking age is 19, which you weren’t until yesterday.” 

“i did not know that the drinking age in canada varied by region. i always learn something new whenever i talk to you, mama castellan,” travis said, trying to lighten the mood. connor shot him a look, motioning for him to quit talking. may castellan was clearly not in the mood for jokes. 

“i am tired of you guys acting reckless,” she roared, dropping the magazines. they fell with a heavy thud. she rubbed her temples with the pads of her fingers, “your parents trusted me to take care of you guys while you chased your dreams and this is what you’re doing under my watch?!” 

seeing his mom at her wit's end made luke feel sick. 

“mom,” luke hopped off the stage, ignoring the sound of the magazines ripping under his feet as he landed on top of them, “we’re sorry. i’m sorry.” 

“sorry’s not gonna cut it anymore, luke,” may said, shaking her head. “after this tour, you guys are taking a break. no touring, no public appearances.” 

“what?” connor exclaimed, joining luke off the stage. the other boys followed, looks of bewilderment evident on their faces. “w-we can’t take a break now!” 

“yeah, c’mon, mama c!” chris added, shaking his head, “we’re just getting really big. if we quit now, we’ll lose this momentum.”

“you’re not quitting. it’s just a tiny break– three months,” she cut them off, raising a hand in a stop. “we’ll release a statement to the press saying you guys will be taking some time off to work on your sophomore album so people have something to look forward to when you return.” 

“okay, so that’s the cover story,” luke ran a hand through his curls. he knew that there was no winning against his mom when she made up her mind. he looked at her and spoke before the rest of the band continued their protests, “but what are we actually gonna be doing?” 

“you’re going to spend your summer in montauk, just like old times,” his mom explained, voice still stern. “you’re going to camp half blood.”

-

“what the fuck is a camp half blood?” chris asked, plopping down on the couch they had inside their dressing room. rehearsal was cut short following the news delivered by luke’s mom. 

“it’s a music camp,” luke explained, fidgeting with random things sprawled across his desk, trying to find the pack of cigarettes he hid. he really needed to clean up. “my dad used to take me there over the summer when i was younger.”

the topic of luke’s dad was a sore subject for him. his dad left him and his mom when he was 7 for some young waitress from their hometown diner. one second, he was signing up for little league with his dad as the coach; the next, he was sitting in the hallway listening to his mom cry after his dad packed a bag and left town with wendy the waitress in the passenger seat. luke hasn’t heard from him since then. last he checked, his dad was lounging beachside in santa monica with his third wife who was definitely too young for him. as far as he’s concerned, his dad was dead to him. 

but he couldn’t deny that his time at camp half blood was the place of origin of some of his best childhood memories. he got his first taste of what it was like to be on stage at camp half blood; the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the pounding of his heart at the applause, the wild images in his head about what it would be like to be known for his music-- it all started at camp half blood. he was his happiest at camp, at least before his dad ruined it for him. 

“is it fun?” travis asked, twirling a fresh pair of drumsticks between his fingers. 

“used to be, yeah,” luke chuckled, hoisting himself up to sit on the desk. “haven’t been there since i was seven.” 

“dude, i do not want to hang out with a bunch of little kids all summer,” chris groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. 

“relax, rodriguez,” luke lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke before continuing. “there’s two sides to the camp. we’ll be with the older kids.” 

“oh shit, is camp half blood mr. d’s music camp?” connor asked. the name of the camp was starting to sound familiar to him.

luke took another drag, nodding, “that’s the one.” 

“dude, i fucking love mr. d. he always has the wildest stories,” travis laughed, “he’s so mellow and chill now, i wouldn’t’ve ever guessed he used to be like that.” 

“it was the 90’s,” chris shrugged, “pretty sure everyone was like that at one point.” 

“paid off for him though,” connor replied, opening a bag of doritos. he offered a chip to his brother, who in return, snatched the bag for himself. connor rolled his eyes, reaching over to grab another one. he was used to this. “i mean being a ceo of a multi-million dollar recording company isn’t too shabby.” 

luke hummed along, mindlessly, letting the chatter of his bandmates fill the air. the three boys fell into a conversation about the last time they saw mr. d at the recording studio when they were finishing up the vocals for their debut album, but luke’s mind was far away from the topic at hand. he couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment from his body. he knew the way his mom looked at him would haunt him for the next few nights.

it wasn’t like he was actively trying to disappoint her– really, he wasn’t, but he just gets so caught up in the noise of fame that he forgets how to act under the pressure. there was something about his mom breaking down in front of him because of him that tore him apart. he felt guilty. his mom didn’t ask for this life, she didn’t even want it. she was content being a suburban mom in westport, connecticut, but she gave up her comfy life to let luke live out his dreams of being a musician. 

he was lucky, he knew that. not every mom would be on board with her kid dropping out of traditional high school to perform rowdy songs about teenage angst, but may castellan was okay with it because she loved luke so much and wanted him to be happy. so when poisoned mercury got a record deal with olympus records, she didn’t hesitate to drop everything and go on the road with four unruly teenagers, promising their parents that she’d take care of their sons. 

sometimes, he thinks about what his mom sees when she looks at him. he wonders if she still recognized him, the him before all the fame got to his head. 

he was may castellan’s little boy. the boy who used to beg his mom for chocolate chip cookies after a bad day at school, who used to knock on her door in the middle of the night wondering why he wasn’t enough for his dad to stay, and who cried when she got him his first guitar on his tenth birthday. for most of his life, it’s always just been him and his mom. 

now, at 19, luke didn’t know who he was anymore. he was just going with the flow, doing whatever, doing whoever, his fame and his status threw his way. he did what any teenage boy would do in his position– he drank, he smoked, he had fun, maybe too much fun, sometimes. it’s a rockstar’s life, his wildest dreams come to life, but it was a distraction, mostly. luke wasn’t brave enough to face the music just yet, so he dove into this fantasy head-first, too afraid to look back.

except sometimes, he fucks up really badly, like in toronto, and he’s forced to deal with the consequences of his actions. one time, his mom cut the band off from playing video games on the tour bus for a month after a heated argument between the four of them caused them to cancel a show. the argument was stupid. luke was adamant that scorpions did not have the same mental capacity for understanding pain that humans do and that did not bode well with travis. rehearsal ended in a brawl because travis kept doing impromptu drum solos to drown out luke’s voice. his mom was pissed that hundreds of fans were disappointed over the canceled show and it was all because they couldn’t agree over a damn scorpion. 

another time, she banned them from driving the golf carts around the venue when they crashed it into a very expensive sound system in portland. they ended up owing upwards of $4,000 for the damages and were banned from playing at the event space ever again. the four of them laughed about it when the chaos of it all subsided, and they were fine not playing at the house of hades again, but they did miss the snack bar they set up for visiting talents. chris said he still dreamt about the pomegranate juice ‘til this day. 

luke can look back at the punishments over the years fondly now. in the grand scheme of things, none of it really mattered. but going to camp half blood? this was a different type of punishment. 

luke didn’t want to go to camp half blood. the last memory he had of camp was not a welcomed one. plus, after what he experienced on tour, he could think of a million other ways to spend his summer months, and living at a camp with spotty cell service and designated arts and crafts time was nowhere near the top of the list. 

“yo, castellan,” chris’ voice snapped luke out of his thoughts. “you comin?”

luke put out his cigarette against the wood of his desk, “huh?”

“we’re grabbing food, do you wanna go with us?”

luke hopped off the desk, slipping on his black, puffer jacket, “yeah, i’m right behind you.” 

as luke was walking out of the dressing room, adjusting his t-shirt, he saw his mom talking to teddy, their publicist. they were engaged in a serious conversation, no doubt talking about the press release regarding their second album and their hiatus. luke stood in front of the door for a brief moment, a stutter in his steps, not knowing if he should interrupt.

 luke pursed his lips, deciding to jog over to his mom. 

“i think we should post it on the band accounts first before the boys announce it individually. it make–” may furrowed her eyebrows, noticing luke coming closer to her. she turned her body to face him. she looked much calmer now than she did during rehearsals, “hey, what’s wrong?” 

luke shook his head, “nothin’, mom. i just–uh, just wanted to say sorry again.”

“let’s talk later, may,” teddy gave the two of them a small smile before walking away. 

“i’m not changing my mind about camp half blood,” she frowned. “sorry, luke but i can’t have you guys running around all sum–”

“no, no, i know, mom. i-i didn’t come here to try to convince you,” luke looked down at his feet, suddenly feeling like a little boy again. “i just– uh, shit. okay, i’m sorry for toronto. it was a bad time and it’s not fair that you have to deal with the fall out of our shit. and uh– thank you for sticking by us even though we drive you kinda crazy.” 

may laughed, smiling at her son, “you’re my kid. you know i’ll always be there to set you straight.” 

“thanks, mom,” luke chuckled, backing away to catch up with his bandmates. may waved goodbye, making her way to teddy’s makeshift office. before luke left the tunnel, he turned around, “wait mom! last thing!” 

she raised her eyebrows, “what?” 

luke raised his hand in a thumbs-up motion, grinning from ear to ear, “love you!” 

“i love you too, kiddo,” may replied, a hand over her heart. “now scram, i gotta clean up your mess.” 

[megamett44-lover]

can you do the reader seeing matt with a little kid (around 5 or 6) and getting some crazy baby fever? thank youu <3

UGH I LOVE THIS

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: In which Y/n brings Matt to her family reunion

Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

Dress Up

Bringing Matt home with me for my annual family reunion was insisted upon by my parents. My whole family absolutely adored him, always asking me to bring him around more. Hence why now, here we were, about a ten minute drive away from my grandparents home, where everyone would be meeting.

Having never met my extended family before, it was understandable for Matt to be nervous. He held my hand as he drove, lightly brushing his thumb over my knuckles every few seconds.

“You okay?” I ask, squeezing his hand lightly.

He looks over at me, trying to hide his nervous expression. “All good.” He says.

I nod, turning my attention back to the road. “You don’t have to stress, everyone is gonna love you.”

He chuckles. “If I can win your dad over, I’m sure I can do anything.”

I roll my eyes. “Please.” I say. “You never had to win him over. He was practically calling you ‘son’ before he even met you.”

“Right.” Matt laughs.

Siri breaks our conversation, telling us to turn left and our destination would be on the right. As we pulled into my grandparents drive way, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The long gravel path leading to an old white plantation house surrounded by the most beautiful flowers. I had helped my grandmother plant different flowers in her garden for many Summers when I was younger. The neatly trimmed hedges wrapping around the edge of the porch that my grandfather always insisted on keeping up himself because “nobody else could do the job right.”

I noticed many other cars parked out front, indicating a lot of my family members were already here. As we parked, I kissed the back of Matt’s hand. “Ready!” I asked.

“For sure.” Matt smiled.

As we walked onto the porch, the sound of laughter could be heard from inside. We didn’t even have a chance to knock before my grandmother opened the door.

“My Y/n!” She said, embracing me. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Hi, Gran.” I say, returning her hug.

As we pulled away, she noticed Matt beside me.

“Now this must be the young man I’ve heard so much about.” She smiles at Matt.

“All good things, I hope.” Matt chuckles nervously.

I laugh. “Gran, this is my boyfriend, Matt.”

“Pleasure to meet you dear.” My grandmother says, embracing Matt as well. Pulling away, she smiles at us both. “Well come on, everyone has been asking for you.”

Walking instep with my grandmother and Matt slightly ahead, she leans in and whispers softly. “He’s handsome!”

“Oh, Gran!” I laugh.

“I’m serious!” She says. “If I was only 60 years younger, I’d give you a run for your money.”

As we walked into the crowded parlor, we were greeted by a chorus of “Hey” and “Welcome home”. A lot of family come up to me, since the last time I had seen most of them I was young. Most of them were eager to meet Matt, having heard I was dating a “famous Los Angeles boy”.

Excusing myself for a moment, I go grab a couple waters for Matt and I from the kitchen.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” My aunt says, seeing me enter. Her and a collection of other family members were working on tonight’s dinner, the smell immediately making me hungry.

“Smells great in here.” I compliment, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge.

“Thanks!” She beams at me. “Oh, your cousins are around here looking for you. They wouldn’t stop talking about how excited they were to see you.”

I laugh. “I’ll keep a look out for them.”

My aunt and uncle had two twin girls, Charlotte and Katherine. They had just turned six and they were adorable. I had spent a lot of my youth babysitting them, resulting in me having an older sister relationship with the girls.

Walking back to the parlor, I notice most of the family had gone to the back yard. Scanning the yard, I cannot seem to see Matt anywhere. I grab my phone to text him, but then I hear giggling coming from down the hall followed by a deeper laugh that I recognize to be Matt’s.

Walking down the hall, I notice the light in the playroom is on. I hear a few voices coming from inside.

“We’re going to make you look so pretty.” I hear a young voice that I recognize to be Katherine’s says.

“Oh, really?” Matt asks.

“Yes!” Charlotte assures. “Y/n is going to love it!”

I peek in the doorway to the playroom to see Matt sat on the floor, with my cousins braiding his hair. I notice he has a few hair bows in, along with a feather boa around his neck.

I giggle softly, watching my cousins give him a makeover.

“Can we paint your nails?” Charlotte eagerly asks.

Matt looks down at his nails, the old paint peeling off of them.

“I think I’m in need of a manicure, so sure!” Matt agrees.

“Kat, grab the princess stickers and pink polish!” Charlotte demands.

Hearing this, I accidentally laugh too loud, giving my position away. All three of their heads whip in my direction.

“Y/N!” Charlotte and Katherine say in unison, running up and hugging my legs.

“Hi, girls.” I say, bending down to hug them. “I see you’ve stolen my boyfriend.”

“Don’t you think he looks pretty?” Katherine asks, motioning towards Matt.

“I think he looks gorgeous.” I say, making eye contact with Matt, who chuckles softly.

“We were going to paint his nails, do you wanna help?” Charlotte asks.

“Of course!” I say, eagerly.

“Yay!” Both girls say in unison.

Sitting down, we begin painting Matt’s nails a bright shade of pink, complete with princess stickers on every other finger. When we were finished, we slowly walk Matt over to the mirror to check out his new look.

“I look awesome!” Matt says, bending down to the girls level. “Thank you, girls.” He opens his arms for a hug, as both girls practically tackle him.

I smile softly, my heart warming at the sight.

“I think next time, we should bring our princess dress for you to wear.” Katherine says.

Matt laughs. “I think that would be amazing.”

“Yeah, but we have to bring the Cinderella dress.” Charlotte says. Katherine raises a puzzled eyebrow. “To match his eyes, duh!”

“What do you think, Y/n?” Charlotte asks.

“I think he would make a beautiful Cinderella.” I smile, causing Matt and the girls to laugh.

A loud voice interrupts our laughter from the kitchen.

“Girls, dinner!” I hear my Uncle call.

“Our dad wants us!” Katherine tells Matt. “But we’ll finish this makeover another day.”

“I’ll be counting on it.” Matt winks, ruffling her hair.

The girls laugh as they run down the hall to the kitchen. I look at Matt, who’s covered in glitter from the feather boa.

“I’ll be their Cinderalla, as long as I’m your Prince Charming.” Matt says, pulling the boa off.

I laugh. “God, you’re cheesy.” I grab his hands, looking at the pink artwork on his fingernails. “I can’t wait to have this life with you one day.”

He pulls me into a hug, covering me in glitter. “I promise, one day, we’ll have all of this.” He says. “Every day.”

I lean back, grabbing one of the braided strands of hair. “I’m really digging these braids, though.”

“Yeah?” Matt laughs.

“Yeah.” I smile, pressing a small kiss on his lips.

“Now c’mon, I’m starving!” I say, leading him to the kitchen.

Matt stops on his tracks. “What, dressed like this?” He asks.

I smirk. “What, you embarrassed?”

“Never.” He replies, putting his boa back on before we exit the playroom.

[caterpillarinacave]

~Marigold Jessamine Fairchild~

Cold rain, paint on your forearms, pockets full of things, oversized clothes, nicks on your fingers, heather on the coast,  bare feet covered in grass stains, sleet in the morning, tons of cardamom tea, dyed fingertips, sketchbooks, drawing on yourself, callused fingers, sore arms, marble dust sticking on your hair, watching the stars with your one true love, shopping the shadow market searching for new pigments, bitten lips, dog hair stuck on your pants, and the scent of sea salt and stone with an undertone of wildness.

[ferrarrigirl]

i beg for some lando x reader where he is a girl dad!!!!!!! love ur work 🫶

Full House

Pairing: dad!Lando x mom!reader

Summary: Lando and reader with their 4 daughters, there’s always drama in the Norris household. Slight angst, mostly fluff.

A/N: Im so sorry this took forever to write but I hope you like it xx

You had just retired to your room after finally finishing up the last of your emails for today. Trying to sneak in a quick nap before the rest of the family gets home. Maybe you should’ve checked the time because just as you got comfortable, the front door unlocks downstairs, followed by Layla’s loud voice, “You just always have to take everything I want. Couldn’t this be the one thing you left for me?”

You immediately jumped out of bed heading for the stairs. As your racing down the steps, you hear the younger of the twins, Ava, retaliate, “I didn’t mean to Lay, it’s not my fault.”

Both girls turn to face you seeing you’ve reached the bottom step. “What is going on girls?” You question, deeply concerned with the anger laced in both their voices.

Layla’s first to reply, “Ask her Mom, ask her why she had to go after the one guy I liked.”

“I didn’t go after him, I don’t chase anyone” Ava seethes through gritted teeth.

“Oh cut the shit, you love having every guy’s attention. You should’ve left Jake alone!”

“Layla, stop,” you scold, noticing Ava’s patience is growing thin. That never ended well. Similar to her dad, it took a lot for her to get angry, but if she did, it wasn’t pretty.

“No Mom let her say what she has to. She’s just mad no one wants her.”

“Ava! That is not how you speak to your sister,” you move to step between them. “Let’s take a break and talk about this when you’ve both calmed down,” you offer.

“Fine by me, I never want to speak to her again,” Layla glares at Ava, turns on her heel and heads up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door, hard. You move to step towards Ava, in attempts to comfort her but she slips under your arm. “Please don’t defend her mom,” Ava sighs and heads up to her room as well. It’ll be best to try and get through to them later you think, especially with Lan. They always seem to more receptive hearing it from him. You turn to your younger babies, the less of the trouble makers. “How was both of yours days? Better I hope?”

“Oh yea mum the best, but I wanna catch up on some reading before dinner, is that okay?” 11 year old Amelia pleads, looking up at you through her beautiful green eyes. How could you deny that. “Of course you can bub” you say, pulling your bookworm baby into a hug. “I’ll come get you when dinners ready,” she smiles, padding up the stairs to her room aswell.

“Now you, my sweets, come here.” You crouch down to your 7 year old, knowing she gets very anxious whenever her older sisters argue. As expected, immediately she’s in your arms, almost throwing you back with the impact. You pick Charlotte up and move upstairs, asking her about her day to try and distract her. You take her to Lando’s office and settle into his gaming chair with her on your lap. It was always your comfort room, something about the darkness mixed with the led lights soothed you. She fills you in on the few things she learned today, but mostly all the games they played, while she snuggles further into you. You hated that she got the anxiety trait from you, so anything you could do to help her out, you would. Lucky for you, your voice worked well to relax her so you spoke to her about your day and felt her ease up.

“I’m home,” you smile hearing the front door open and close, followed by heavy footsteps moving quickly up the stairs. Char jumps off your lap, running out and straight into Lando’s arms. “Daddyyyy” she exclaims, presssing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. Lando follows where she came from, leading him to you sitting in his gaming chair. He furrows his brows, notificing your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Are you okay babe?”

“Yea-“

“Lay and A had a big fight and they yelled and screamed at each other,” Char quickly spills.

“Oh sorry mummy,” she pouts seeing your gaze shift towards her. “Wanted to tell daddy so he can fix it.”

“That’s okay baby,” you stand, placing a kiss to her head. “Do you wanna go play with Amelia while me and daddy talk? We’ll grab to help cook dinner.”

Halfway through your sentence, she’s already jumping out of Lando’s arms and rushing out the door. “I’ll take that as a yes” you giggle while Lando engulfs you in his arms.

“Talk to me love” he mumbles against the skin of your neck, making sure to leave a few pecks. He stays like that, rocking you side to side as you unveil the events that led you here. It’s a lot to digest. And it’s never fun knowing your girls are fighting, especially if it’s over a boy, but you both know you need to get to the bottom of what happened.

“Hey” he pulls back and cups your face with a hand on each cheek. “They’re young, they’re siblings. They’re gonna fight. We can talk them both out of it.”

You were used to the twins fighting. They always bicker, but never like this. “I know Lan but you should’ve seen how they spoke to each other. Poor Char was frightened too.”

He pulls you back in for another hug, “Love, you know how sassy they can be. I’m sure once we speak to them, they’ll get over it just as quick.” he reassures rubbing you up and down your back.

“Fine but your talking to Layla,” you mumble into his chest.

You feel his chest rumble with laughter under your head. “Lucky me.” Pulling back he places a soft sweet kiss to your lips, grabs your hand pulling you in the direction of the twins rooms.

He goes first, knocking on Layla’s door. “Mom not now.”

“Not Mom, its Dad.”

Lando rolls his eyes hearing his eldest groan. He can imagine her dragging her feet towards the door. She opens the door the tiniest bit and rushes back into her bed, tucking herself into her multiple blankets. “I still don’t wanna talk. I’m only letting you in to know if you beat Uncle Los today.” Layla loved going to golf with her dad, the only one of the family that seemed to enjoy it, especially when her and Carlos would team up against Lando.

“Well I don’t want to talk about golf so I guess you won’t know.”

“Ughh stop being annoying dad,” she says, voice now muffled as she turns shoving her face into the pillow.

“Hey if you tell me, I’ll tell you.”

A moment of silence passes, he knows she wants to talk about it. Heck if with anyone it would be with him. She contemplates it, but shakes her head. “It’s embarrassing.”

‘Lay, there’s nothing you need to be embarrassed about with me. You can tell me anything.” Lando moves closer to sit by her, rubs her back up and down. “i won’t force you to talk, but I need you to know this is what me and your mom are here for. No judgement with us, ever.”

He stays like that, comforting Layla for a bit, and once he realizes she isn’t ready to talk yet, he moves to get up. But immediately she senses him leaving and turns back around. She looks up to her dad with tears flooding her eyes, “No one likes me dad.”

That’s all it took, and the tears started flowing. She moved into his arms and surely the silent cries turned into louder sobs. In the moment, Lando didn’t even know what to say. He felt like he did when the twins were younger and he’d always look to you to figure out why they were crying, but in this moment he knew it was all him. He began with hugging her back and reminding her she needs to stop crying or she won’t be able to breathe. She slowly pulled back and began explaining seeing the concerned look on her dad’s face.

“Jake is the only guy I’ve ever liked. And I thought he liked me back too.”

“Okay..” Lando swallows, not expecting her to be so blunt about boys, but he urges her to continue anyway.

“We got along really well, he was really nice and all of my friends even told me they knew he liked me. And then, today at school, infront of all us, he asked Ava out.”

“I see, what did Ava say?”

“She said no, obvs. But still. She gets every guy and she doesn’t even have to try. If Jake can’t even like me now, when we’ve been getting on for so much longer, then no one is ever going to like me.”

Lando’s starting to get it now. Being a twin in highschool surely can’t be easy. Especially when these years can have a great effect on your self esteem.

“Baby, you can not put your self worth into the hands of a boy. You are so beautiful inside and out, smart, and hilarious.” “And amazing at golf,” he emphasizes to bring a small smile to her face

“You are going to find someone that loves you for you, but that isn’t something you need to worry about yet. I know it’s hard seeing Ava have it different but it doesn’t make you any less better in any way.”

“It’s just not fair Dad.”

“I know bub, it might feel like that now but come next week, next month, you and no one else are going to remember this. And if that dumb boy can’t see everything amazing in my daughter, he isn’t someone I want for you and you shouldn’t want that for yourself either. I mean there will never be a boy good enough for my girls but this once isn’t even getting close.”

She lets out some more snotty giggles and reaches to hug Lando again. “Love you dad”

“ I love you more. Now, do you see how Ava is not at fault here?”

“Yeah I do. I guess in the heat of the moment it was easier to blame her.”

“I get that, but let’s try and have a breath before going at each other next time? You girls are lucky to have a built in best friend, never let a boy get in between you two.” Layla nods, feeling guilty about her behaviour earlier and realising she must’ve scared Charlotte, she asks “Is Char okay?”

“She is bub, don’t worry. Anything else you need?” Lando confirms, he didn’t want to impose and give her some alone time before dinner.

“No that’s it. Thank you Dad.”

“No problem sweets,” he reaches down placing a kiss to her head. “Go get up and shower, you’ve got snot everywhere,” he teases, moving to leave the room.

“Wait, so did you beat Los?”

“Nope, got absolutely destroyed.”

“Omg I have to text him,” she says breaking into a fit of laughter as Lando shakes his head and opens the door to head out. “Yeah yeah be down in 30 for dinner.”

He heads down the stairs, joining you in the kitchen. “How’d it go?” You inquire as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his head on your shoulder. “Good, she was just feeling a little insecure.”

“Ava was the same,” you inform. “She was upset Layla thought she would do it to her on purpose, but I told her she knew it wasn’t but was acting in the heat of the moment.”

“Mhmm,” Lando mumbles, placing a few kisses to your neck, “just glad we got through to them.” You both settle into each others warmth when you hear giggles filling the house. All 4 girls come tumbling down the stairs heading straight for you. Amelia and Ava immediately cling to Lando having not seen him today. They pull him away, fillling him in on their day, while Layla comes to you holding Charlotte in her arms.

“I’m sorry mum,” she pouts. You can see the guilt eating away at her, she was always a softie at heart.

“That’s okay my love, how are you feeling now?” You wrap your arms around the 2 girls, trying to provide her some reassurance.

“Much better, i apologized to Ava too. But I’m really sorry for causing a ruckus at home.”

“I’m proud of you baby. Do not let anyone get in your head and make you forget how special you are, especially not a boy.” You press a big kiss to her cheek, “I love you sweets.”

Before Layla can reply, Char is jumping out of her arms and into yours, “Me tooo mummy.” You giggle, reaching to grab her and move to the couch to join the rest of your family. You all cuddle under a large blanket and decide pizza and movies is how you’ll spend the rest of the night.