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errrrrm…..all the updates on snap n twt….👀….

i did all my updates on snap & twt…

…a week later [Alex] sees a headline on the cover of People--PRINCE HENRY FLIES SOUTH FOR WINTER- complete with a photo of Henry artistically posed on an Australian beach in a pair of sensible yet miniscule navy swim trunks, and he can't stop himself.
you have a lot of moles, he texts, along with a snap of the spread. is that a result of the inbreeding?
THE GASP I JUST LET OUT ALEX PLSSS😭😭😭

my brain turns off when they actually start talking abt “real” politics like i can’t find it in me to even try caring. i get so confused w names and senates and rules and the whole lot of it i just 🤯

There's a link attached: a blog post full of images, animated GIFs of himself and Henry on This Morning, The fist bump. Shared smiles that pass for genuine. Conspiratorial glances. Underneath are hundreds of comments about how handsome
they are, how nice they look together.
omfg, one commenter writes, make out already.
they just like me fr

"I don't know. Doing what we do is fucking hard. But it's harder for me. I'm the son of the first female president…People will always come down harder on me. And you're, you know, you, and you were born into all of this, and everyone thinks you're Prince fucking Charming. You're basically a living reminder I'll always be compared to someone else, no matter what I do, even if I work twice as hard.
aww po baby🙁

Henry sits on the prop couch next to him, perfect posture, and Alex smiles at him, making a show of looking comfortable in Henry's company. Which is harder than it should be, because the stage lights suddenly make him uncomfortably aware of how fresh and handsome Henry looks for the cameras. He's wearing a blue sweater over a button-down, and his hair looks soft.
so kiss him then.

"Both sides need to come out of this looking good, and the only way to do that is to make it look like your little slap-fight at the wedding was some homoerotic frat bro mishap, okay? So, you can hate the heir to the throne all you want, write mean poems about him in your diary, but the minute you see a camera, you act like the sun shines out of his dick, and you make it convincing." [zahra says]

it’s his momma that’s the president??!? oh big purr

"Am I offending you? Sorry I'm not obsessed
with you like everyone else. I know that must be confusing for you.”
"Do you know what? I think you are…Only a thought," Henry says, tone polite. "Have you ever noticed I have never once approached you and have been exhaustively civil every time we've spoken? Yet here you are, seeking me out again." He takes a sip of his champagne. "Simply an observation."
he got yo tea

Alex still doesn't really know what kept drawing him back, only that he would sneak into June's room and find the page and touch his fingertips to the boy's hair, as if he could somehow feel its texture if he imagined it hard enough.
bc you like BOYS!

"June. I'm the son of the President of the United States. Prince Henry is a figurehead of the British Empire. You can't just call him my 'archnemesis,’" Alex says. He returns to his donut, chewing thoughtfully, and adds, "’Archnemesis' implies he's actually a rival to me on any level and not, you know, a stuck-up product of inbreeding who probably jerks off to photos of himself.”
this read? oh i’d be sick.

Given the choice, he'd rather read one of the hundreds of glowing pieces of fan fiction about him on the internet, the up-to-eleven version of himself with devastating charm and unbelievable physical stamina, but June flat-out refuses to read those aloud to him, no matter how much he tries to bribe her.
LMAOO

[June] dumped her stack of magazines out on the bedspread and is already busying herself with them.
"Anything good this week?" Alex asks, reaching for a donut….
"Ooh, and they're saying you got your asshole bleached."
"That one is true," Alex says through a mouthful of chocolate with sprinkles.
"Thought so," June says without looking up.
i— y’all were a lil too casual abt this and ion if i like dat LMFAOO

ahhhhh i loved this purrrr love ya stella love ya michael s/o quan this was great 4.5 would’ve been five if the end didn’t drag out👀 this was saurrr bute and i’d read again i loved it awl from main plots to family’s stories to work it was so fun ugh incredible 10’s across the board🔟🔟🔟

“I needed to announce how ‘taken’ you are. Also, as of this morning, I’m officially out of debt. Quan got us the venture backing. We’re opening three new stores by Christmas.”
AHHH PERIOD YAYAYAYAYAYYYYYYYY

He brought her knuckles to his lips and brushed a thumb over the fingers on her left hand, drawing her attention to the respectable trio of diamonds sparkling on her ring finger.
“I still can’t believe you went into debt to buy me this,” she said.
AHHH MICHAEL WHAT BABE YOU SHOULDVE WAITED OMG

Instead of answering right away, he started the engine and drove out of the parking lot. Eyes on the road and voice casual, he said, “I better be your boyfriend. Since I’m asking you to marry me in three months.”
SAY WHAT NOW??

“I had a trust fund. There was about fifteen million dollars in it,” she said with a shrug. “I donated it to the Palo Alto Medical Foundation to start that medical program.”
“You gave away your entire trust fund? For me?”
“That’s kind of what you’re supposed to do with money like that, isn’t it? Give it away? I can support myself with my salary...”
WAIT AWL OF IT??!?! STAN UP SISTER STAND UP😩

“Do you still have some of your mom’s medical bills to pay? Did the foundation’s medical assistance program fail to cover everything?”
He tilted his head as he frowned at her. “How do you know about my mom’s bills or the program?” After a moment’s hesitation, his eyes widened. “Was it you?”
She averted her eyes.
I KNEWS IT I KNEWS IT BWAHAHAHA

He swallowed once. “Could you say something, please? When a guy tells a girl he loves her, he doesn’t want silence in response. Was I too late? Are you over me?”
“Are you wearing the underwear I got you?”
Laughter cracked out of him. “Sometimes, the way your mind works is a complete mystery to me.”
LMFAOO ASKING THE IMPORTANT Q’S IKDR STELLS

“He took a breath, released it, took another. “I didn’t take your money because I’m in love with you. I told myself you needed me, that helping you would prove I wasn’t like my dad, but those were just excuses to be with you...I ended things because I was certain you didn’t love me back. But when you said you were going to get over me, you gave me hope.”
omg finalmente ay dios mío

“Heading home?” The solitary voice came from behind as she crossed the empty parking lot, and her heart leapt into her throat. She whipped around with a hand on her chest.
Michael pushed away from the wall of her office building, thumbs hooked into his pockets.
jesus michael don’t do that LMAO

As of Friday evening, her desk sported the vase of still lovely calla lilies, another vase of roses ranging in shade from bloodred to pink, a bundle of balloons, and a fuzzy black teddy bear in a karate gi. She was far too old for stuffed animals, and the sight of it embarrassed her.
you love it tho

This burst of outlandish courting had started immediately after he saw Philip trying to kiss her when she didn’t want it. Michael was trying to warn Philip off because he didn’t think she could protect herself.
She was still his charity case.
stella pls baby look at me this isn’t you !! you’re too smart to be thinking like this !!!!

i actually love this man wow

“Will you have dinner with me tonight?”
…She didn’t understand why he was doing any of this, didn’t trust it. “No.”
There was a long silence before he said, “Good. I like a challenge.”
“I’m not trying to challenge you.”
“I know you’re not. You’re trying to get over me, which is worse.”
“Michael . . .”
“I have stuff to do. Talk to you later. Miss you.” The call disconnected.

[Philip] approached Stella with tensed shoulders and clenched hands. “And you’re compatible with him?”
…“I was really happy when he and I were together. He’s a good listener. More than that, he wanted to know about me, my day, what I was doing, and—”
“All I care about is whether or not he’s good in bed,” Benita interjected.
LMFAO BENITA GO SOMEWHERE