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The Curveball Part 4 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Bob ends up on thin ice with Molly after Bradley ends up on thin ice with her sister. But all he can think about is the perfect night he spent with her and how he'd be crushed if he didn't get a chance to do it all again.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, 18+

Length: 5300 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Bob was trying his best to be in the moment at the Hard Deck, since he was the one who invited Molly's sister out for a drink. He wanted to say thank you for all the hard work she put in while Bradley was away. But he was so distracted.

Molly had spent the entire day sending him selfies while she was at work, and some of them were definitely rated mature. Bob had almost broken his phone earlier trying to minimize a photo of Molly's pierced nipples when Coyote walked over to him. She had snapped the photo of herself in the bathroom at the hospital when she was on break along with the caption I miss you, Bobby <3

The little heart at the end reminded him that he had already said he loved her. He assumed she hadn't heard him, but it made him blush just the same. And now he was at the bar with her sister and Bradley, which should have been fun, but he just wanted to get home and see Molly.

Bob watched Nat and Jake both relentlessly flirt with Team Mom, but there was no way she had eyes for anyone except Bradley. And then he wondered what it would be like if he brought Molly here. He wanted to, because he already wanted to be with her all the time. But...Bob looked around at all the guys, and that feeling of self doubt was back. Jake was handsome and charming, and probably the kind of guy Molly was used to being with.

When Nat offered to buy a drink for Team Mom, Bob cut her off, glad for the distraction. "No, it's on me! It's the least I can do since you gave up so much of your time this week to fill in for Bradley. What do you like?" And while he was up at the bar, waiting patiently for Penny to fill his order, Molly's sister ran out of the bar, followed closely by Bradley.

"What happened?" Bob asked, holding two beers while Jake rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He mumbled a response and walked away, but when Bradley finally came back inside, he looked like he was ready to kill Jake.

And then the barrage of text messages from Molly came through. Bob's eyes went wide as he read them.

Are you aware that your buddy Bradley is actually a fucking dickhead? I can't BELIEVE what he did to my sister!

Seriously, Bob. Why didn't you warn my sister about him?! What the fuck! He called Everett baggage!

Please tell me you're not like him!

You know what? Maybe I don't want to find out.

Bob called her immediately, but she didn't answer. When he got her voicemail, he said, "Mo, please call me back so we can talk, okay? I don't think Bradley meant any of what he said. He's not a bad guy. And I... don't think I could ever do anything to hurt you." He contemplated telling her he loved her again, but he ended the call before he could.

He was already home for the night when he got one last text from her.

I'm not coming over.

Bob collapsed in his bed, raking his fingers through his hair, wondering if this, of all things, was what would cost him his chance with her.

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Molly was having a wonderful evening with Everett. They painted huge masterpieces on poster boards and left all the messy brushes in the kitchen sink. Molly secretly loved leaving an innocuous mess for her sister to clean up in her otherwise spotless house. It kept her on her toes.

"Movie time? With ice cream?" she asked Everett, checking the time. Of course she'd let him stay up late. That's just what aunts did.

"There's ice cream?!" he shouted, sprinting back into the kitchen.

"Of course there's ice cream," she replied, kneeling in front of the freezer. "I know all of your mom's secrets. She thinks she's so sneaky, but you can't get anything past me." After removing all the healthy, pre portioned frozen dinners, Molly hit the jackpot. There was a gallon of fudge ripple and a gallon of vanilla raspberry. "See?" she asked Everett, holding them both up.

"Fudge ripple! Fudge ripple! Fudge ripple!" he chanted, and soon they were watching a PG-13 movie with two spoons stuck in the ice cream carton.

"Want some more?" she asked, passing the carton to him.

He took a bite and said, "I don't think my mom wanted me to watch this movie."

Molly sighed and shook her head. "I'll cover your eyes for the scary parts, okay?"

"Okay!" he agreed.

Molly took a few more bites before she asked him, "You like Coach Bob, right?"

"Oh yeah, like a whole lot," he replied. "Almost as much as I like Coach Bradley."

"That's a lot," Molly muttered. "I like him, too." She was smiling as Everett looked at her.

"You should probably marry him," he said seriously. "I heard my mom say that Coach Bob is smart and nice and that she never thought you could do so well."

Molly scoffed and rolled her eyes. "That sounds exactly like something your mom would say, and that's exactly why we are eating her overpriced ice cream without her. Now close your eyes for the scary part."

About twenty minutes later, Everett was sound asleep on her lap while she finished the ice cream. Then she carried him up to bed, starting to get a little nervous that her sister would be back soon. She tucked him in, turned on his nightlight, and then hightailed it back to the kitchen to hide the evidence of the empty ice cream carton.

But when she got home, Molly could tell something was wrong and went right into protective jungle cat mode. "What happened?" she asked softly as soon as she saw her sister's tear streaked cheeks and quivering lips.

After a few minutes of being held in Molly's arms, she was able to whisper, "Bradley told all of his friends that he'd never date me, because I have baggage."

"That fucking prick. Does Bob know about this?"

"Probably," she said softly against Molly's shoulder. "He must."

"I'll call him right now," Molly said vehemently.

"No, please don't. You had an immaculate first solo date with him last night which ended in a hot makeout session. I don't want the three ring circus that is my life to start messing up yours."

It had been more than a makeout session, but Molly wasn't going to correct her. She was so into Bob after being intimate with him, that she was devastated now. Because Molly knew she would ditch him in an instant, even if it would hurt, in order to support her family.

Molly kissed her sister's cheek and promised, "Your life is not a three ring circus. And Everett is not baggage. And Bradley isn't worth your time if that's what he thinks. Now let me help you get changed for bed."

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Bob barely slept, and he was wide awake before his alarm went off on Saturday morning for the tee ball game. He hadn't heard another word from Molly. Even if she wanted to yell over the phone, he would have loved to hear her voice.

When he arrived at the ballfield, Bradley was already there. "You look like shit," Bob told him, and he could hear the disappointment in his own voice.

Bradley closed his eyes briefly. "I feel worse. Promise."

"Did you talk to her?" Bob asked. Bradley didn't hang around at the bar last night after things blew up, so Bob really wasn't sure exactly how bad it was.

"She doesn't want to talk to me. I'm such an idiot."

Bob just kind of shrugged as he set things up for their game against the Tiny Blue Jays. "Molly is angry, too," Bob informed him. "She's barely texted me back since yesterday."

Now Bradley looked sincerely upset on Bob's behalf. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll figure it out," Bob mumbled. "And you need to apologize to Team Mom until she forgives you. Did you tell her that you said all of that stuff a long time ago? You barely even knew her then."

"Yeah, but I still said it," Bradley replied, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips. "And between the slap to my face and the valid points she was yelling at me, I didn't get a chance to try to explain myself. But she's not going to want to hear it anyway."

Then Bob felt his heart lurch as he looked up toward the parking lot and saw Molly and Everett headed his way. "I'll be right back," he mumbled and headed for her immediately.

Everett ran past him, calling out, "Hi, Coach Bob!" before continuing on to Bradley. But Bob had his sights set on Molly and her beautiful face filled with indignant anger.

"Molly," he gasped, wanting to reach for her as she came stomping to a halt in front of him. She was glorious. God, he was in love with her.

"Tell me you knew," she demanded. "Tell me you knew Bradley was trying to play my sister." She was practically vibrating with concealed rage now. "Tell me you fucking knew he doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as them."

Bob swallowed hard, and her eyes flashed. "Molly, he loves them. I don't think he would do or say anything to intentionally hurt either of them."

"He has a sick way of showing it," she spat. "He called Everett baggage."

Bob held his forehead in his hands. "I think Bradley just needs to talk to her. He's so crazy about them, he's really beating himself up."

Bob watched Molly glance past him to glare at Bradley while he helped Everett get ready for the game. "He can rot," she said, but her voice was softer now. "And so can you if you agree with what he said."

"I don't," he promised. "Please, Molly. I...I missed you yesterday as soon as I dropped you off at your car. I missed you all night. I missed texting with you until one of us fell asleep."

She looked up at him, eyes searching his face. She muttered, "I missed you, too," and then she was heading toward the bleachers.

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Molly was finding it hard to keep giving Bob the cold shoulder after another day. She was spending a lot of her time with her sister and nephew, sleeping over there and taking Everett out to keep him entertained.

She didn't feel any better after she blew up at Bradley. In fact Molly felt worse, because she sensed that Bradley really was sincere in the way he just wanted to apologize. And he clearly doted on Everett. Maybe he really did just want a chance to apologize, but Molly knew her sister wasn't ready to listen yet.

Her phone went off, and she reached for it while she was making coffee at her place late on Sunday morning.

Coach Cute Glasses: I miss you, Molly.

She groaned; the gas station flowers were in the vase right next to her, and she was trying not to look at them. Casey never did anything like give Molly flowers. He'd given her some hickeys and exactly two orgasms. But he also hadn't been friends with anyone who hurt her sister.

She moaned helplessly. Her body was betraying her. She wanted to spend another night curled up with Bob, all warm and protected. She wanted to feel his even breathing and listen to his soft voice as she fell asleep. "Damn it," she whined, typing out a message to him.

Miss you, too. Any chance I'm still invited to your place?

Molly was weak for Bob. She knew that already. Just one night with him, and she was constantly daydreaming about him at work. His rough hands. And how sweet he was. And how he wanted to be exclusive with her already. And his big cock.

Coach Cute Glasses: You are always invited. Please, Molly, anytime. Do you want to spend the night with me?

Molly snorted as she read the text, but another one was already coming through.

Coach Cute Glasses: I didn't mean that the way it probably sounded! I'd just love to see you. I would be so happy if you wanted to come by, and even happier if you wanted to stay with me all night. I liked how it felt to wake up in bed with you.

Molly tucked her phone into the pocket of her scrubs. He could wait it out for a bit. That sort of thing was good for a man. Especially one who was that eager to see you. But by the time she parked at the hospital, she texted him back.

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Bob was in such a panic. Molly was coming over. And he wasn't sure if she was upset with him or just Bradley. He wasn't sure if she was planning on staying over.

"I'm sorry," Bradley told him for the hundredth time when he called him. "I'm sorry if I blew it for you."

"I'm going to talk to Molly in a few hours," Bob said, rushing through the parking lot to his truck. He was running around, grocery shopping, trying to distract himself.

"Can you tell her I miss her sister and Ev?" Bradley asked.

"I'll try," Bob promised as he got into his truck and ended the call.

Molly worked until 8 o'clock. He had a few hours to kill before he'd see her, so he wasn't quite sure why he was rushing. Then he stopped for more gas station flowers and cleaned his already spotless condo. He tried to eat dinner, but he couldn't stomach anything except toast. And when he finally heard her ringing the intercom button, he ran to answer it.

"It's Molly," she said softly, and he quickly let her into the building. He stood with his front door open, and a minute later, there she was. She had changed after work, and she looked stunning. No make-up at all and just some jeans and a crop top, but Bob felt suddenly short of breath. He wanted to run his hand along the flower tattoos on her side, and kiss her there too.

"Molly," he whispered, fighting the urge to blurt out another I love you. He needed to keep it together right now. "Come in."

She walked past him and looked slowly around his living room and dining room while he closed and locked his door. He didn't have a lot of stuff, and suddenly he felt a little ridiculous that his place was so sparse.

"Very clean," she muttered, her voice and clothing filling the space with so much color and warmth as she examined the gas station flowers. "I wouldn't know how to keep up with it," she said, turning and smiling softly at him.

"I missed you," he blurted out, and her smile grew.

"Tell me more," she demanded, turning to fully face him.

Bob swallowed and took a few seconds to gather his thoughts. He was afraid he was going to stutter or say something stupid, but Molly just smiled at him, her all-knowing eyes gentle on his face as she waited.

"I...can't get you out of my mind. I called the runway attendant Molly by accident earlier, because I was thinking about you. Phoenix, my pilot, will never let me live it down."

Molly's laughter had him taking a step closer. "Tell me more," she said, also taking a step toward him.

"I can't stand the thought of you being upset with me," he said sincerely. He ducked his head and added, "Thursday evening was one of the best nights of my life. Because I spent it with you." He paused, finally daring to meet her eyes.

"Oh, keep going," she said with a nod. "You're doing great."

"I want you to believe I'd never be friends with Bradley if I didn't think he was a good person. And I think he just got a little mixed up. Your sister and nephew really threw him for a loop, you know? But he really loves them."

Molly hummed and shrugged. "I guess I could relay that message to my sister. But I also have a message from me to you."

Bob took a deep breath. "What is it?"

"I missed you, too. I can't stop thinking about you either. And Thursday night and Friday morning, you were so sweet to me, I just want more." Then she kissed his chin and took his hands in hers. "I want you to touch me."

Bob pulled her close as she placed his hands at her waist. He would never get used to being around her, not as easily as she seemed to already know how he operated. She looked up at him, gaze open and earnest. Soft fingers gliding up his arms, tucking into the short sleeves of his tee shirt and gently squeezing his biceps. She placed three soft kisses to the corner of his lips, and he was done. He had to fight the invading thoughts of her nipple piercings and the way her body feels and looks when she's whining for him in her bed beneath him.

"Molly," he begged, but he wasn't sure what he was begging for.

"Bobby?" she asked softly, pushing one hand through his hair and keeping his gaze focused on her. "I think I need you to fuck me."

"Oh," he groaned, turning her and pushing her back against the wall. He caged her in, and she looked absolutely delighted.

"If you want to." Her voice was soft and sweet, and her gaze was anything but.

"Honey," Bob managed between ragged breaths as she let her hands come to rest on his abs. She was messing with him. Messing him up completely. She knew exactly what she was doing, but meanwhile, Bob was new to this game. But he was a quick study. A fast learner.

So when Molly licked her lips and pouted, saying, "You don't want me Bobby? I thought you wanted to be the only one," he was ready for her.

He wedged one thigh up between her legs, and she gasped. Then his mouth was on hers, rough and demanding. She was grabbing for his shoulders, rubbing herself all over him. He could feel her teeth, digging into his bottom lip, not hard, but definitely not soft. When she released him, she licked his lips until her tongue was in his mouth.

Bob was rock hard, and try as he may to keep control in this moment, he couldn't. Because Molly was stroking him through his pants and tasting his mouth. Her nose was rubbing along his as she whispered, "Do you want me, Bobby?"

He reached down, wrapping both of his hands around the backs of her thighs and hoisted her up into his arms. Then her lips were on his neck and her arms were wrapped around him as he took her to his bedroom. She was on her back on his bed, kicking her shoes off while her little top rode up so Bob could see the soft undersides of her breasts. There was too much to admire here, and he froze up.

When Molly's hands found the zipper of her jeans, she whispered. "I want you to say it, Bobby. I want you to tell me everything you plan to do to me." And then her hand was slipping inside her underwear, and she was stroking herself as he watched.

"Mo," his voice was hoarse. He pushed her knees apart and settled between her legs, bending to kiss her wrist before pulling her hand free of her jeans. "I want to put my mouth on you."

The smile that curled along her lips as she started to shimmy out of her jeans and underwear should have made him a little nervous, but he was beyond help. Her bare pussy was right there, and she smelled so good. As soon as her jeans hit his floor, Bob's face was buried in her.

"Alright, Lieutenant Floyd," she moaned softly. "Okay." And to Bob's delight and dismay, Molly's hands were on her own breasts, pushing her shirt up and playing with her piercings. She tasted so good as he ran his tongue through her wetness and sucked on her clit. But soon he was rutting into the bed, the sight of her fingers on those little barbells spurring him on.

When Bob slipped his tongue inside her, Molly's back arched off the bed as she started whining for him. "Bobby, I want your big cock." He grunted in response, willing to give her anything in this moment, and shocked by how much he liked her dirty talk.

He worked the zipper over his painfully hard erection and scrambled to get himself free. And then he was rocking into her at the same time he got his mouth on her nipples.

"Yes," she hissed softly, head tipped back with a soft giggle on her lips. He was fucking her, and it felt just as perfect as it had a few days previously. Like her whole body was made for him. Like every response from her perfect lips was just what he needed to hear. "So fucking big."

He pushed those little, silver barbells around with his teeth and tongue, tugging a little bit until Molly was gasping his name. When he sucked harder on her nipples, she was screaming for him. And when she came on his cock, holding his face against her breasts and shaking beneath him, Bob could hardly believe he'd been able to make her orgasm again.

"Molly," he gasped. "I love the way you shake."

"Oh my god," she moaned as he fucked her through her little tremors. But then she was sitting up, kissing his face, and Bob slipped out of her perfect warmth as she moved to kneel on his floor.

"What are you doing?" he whispered as she guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. She pulled her shirt over her head, and ran her hands up over his thighs. Bob's pants were pulled down to his knees, and Molly pushed them to his ankles before wrapping her pretty lips around his cock. She settled in between his legs, and Bob could only stare at her and try to memorize the obscene sounds they made together.

Molly was good at this. She was good at everything. Bob tried to keep up, but her mouth felt too perfect. And then she popped up onto her knees and started running the tip of his cock along those pretty piercings. "Molly!"

"You like that?" she asked coyly, but Bob was hypnotized by the look and feel of the barbells on his erection. With a soft groan, Molly squeezed her perfect breasts together, sandwiching Bob between them. He thrust himself up closer to her mouth, and sure enough, she parted her pretty lips and licked him. Bob continued to do this until he was grunting and Molly's saliva was dripping down her chest, making the sensations even more spectacular for him.

Slick saliva, wet breasts and Molly's mouth. "Oh!" he grunted, stroking her cheek with his knuckles as she sucked on him. But when she took his tightening balls in her soft hand and gave him a little squeeze, Bob came hard, without any warning. He watched in alarm as his cum spurted all over her lips and cheeks while she giggled. Molly jerked him off until he was gasping for air and wishing he had enough in him to coat her whole body, because it looked that pretty.

She licked her lips and opened her eyes, and Bob watched as his cum dripped down from her eyelashes, along her cheek and landed on her nipple piercing. Molly took his hand in hers and ran his fingers through the mess before guiding his hand up to her lips. She tasted him there and ran her tongue between his long fingers and across his palm.

"You made the mess," she whispered before sucking on his thumb for a beat. "Now you have to help me clean up."

"Gladly," he promised, nearly rocketing off the bed as she set his hand on her breast. Bob used his wet thumb to collect his cum from her piercing and then he let her take his hand between her lips again. But then he was on the floor with her, pushing her gently onto her back as she laughed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, but the words died on her lips when Bob licked his own cum off of her chest before kissing her and letting her taste it. He held both of her wrists in his hands above her head, and he was treated to the sights and sounds of Molly. She was rubbing her pussy along his soft length as she licked his cum from his mouth, and Bob just enjoyed making out with her on the floor. Everything tasted like him and smelled like Molly, and he listened to her soft laughter.

His hands and shirt were a mess of cum, and Molly's pretty face absolutely lit up for him when he whispered, "I like the way I taste on your skin."

"Bobby. You fucking deviant," she moaned, taking his face between her slightly sticky palms and leaning up to kiss his lips. She wrapped one leg around his waist to keep his body against hers, and Bob let his cheek come to rest on her chest. He'd never been called anything close to that before, but he could tell he'd lose himself in the moment with Molly over and over again like this if she'd keep letting him.

And then he blurted out, "You're not mad at me then?" while she combed her fingers through his hair.

She hummed in contemplation. "No, I'm not mad at you, Coach Bob. I'm pissed off at Bradley, and I'm trying to protect my family. But I'm not mad at you."

Bob sighed in relief and ran his fingers along her pretty tattoo. He had found it actually painful the way she'd been avoiding talking to him, but he could see where she was coming from.

"That makes me happy. And I can understand you wanting to protect them. They are where your loyalty lies."

"Don't fuck with my family," she whispered softly as she turned her head, and Bob glanced up at her as she swiped at her eyes. "I hardly have any left."

Bob could sense that she wanted him to change the subject, so he kissed her soft skin and said, "I like your tattoos."

She laughed sardonically and said, "Thanks."

"Did you get the carnation tattoos because it's your favorite flower?" he asked, running his index finger along the colorful ink.

"No," she told him. She was quiet for a moment, and Bob started sweating before she asked, "Did you know that there are different flowers that coordinate with your birth month?"

Bob had heard of this before. "Sure," he told her, wondering where she was going with this.

Her voice sounded a little rough, but her fingers were still soft in his hair as she said, "My parents were both born in January. Carnations were their birth flowers. That's why I have the tattoo. And kind of why I love the gas station flowers."

"Oh," Bob said, about to add that she didn't need to talk about it if she didn't want to. But then she rolled a little closer to him as he sat up, and she pointed to the other three flowers mixed in.

"The morning glory is for my sister's birthday. The chrysanthemum is mine. And the pretty red rose is for Everett's birthday in June. I got that one the day after he was born. It's actually my favorite one."

"It's beautiful," Bob told her, running his thumb along the chrysanthemum and meeting her eyes.

"Listen," she told him, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm protective of my sister. She took care of me when our parents both died. I moved in with her while she finished college. She shared her bed with me and made sure I ate. She sold my parent's house and gave me most of the money to pay for nursing school and a new, reliable car. And the fact that I can occasionally help her out a little bit now is really important to me. So if you think I need to castrate Bradley, you should probably just tell me now, okay?"

Bob laughed in spite of himself. "Maybe a kick to the nuts, but castration is probably not necessary, Honey. He's beating himself up enough, I can tell you that much. And I honestly think Bradley would jump in front of a moving car for Everett."

"See, now that's what I like to hear," she told him, sitting up and draping her arms around him. Her skin was a little sticky from his cum, and Bob let her push him back until he was laying on the floor underneath her this time. She settled her chin in his chest and looked up at him. "Now tell me when your birthday is, Lieutenant Cute Glasses. I want to know how your flower would look in my tattoo bouquet."

Bob could feel his cheeks warming up. She wanted to know what a tattoo in his honor would look like on her perfect skin. And now she was just lounging right there on him, naked as the day she was born and just completely flawless. And she was waiting, just like she always did. Waiting until he was ready to say what he was thinking, but never rushing him.

He laughed softly and shook his head. "I have the most embarrassing birthday," he told her, and she cocked her head to the side.

"Oh," she sighed. "April twentieth?"

"No," he told her. "Worse. Leap day. February 29th."

"Oh! No, that's such a good one, Bob!" she insisted. "And your flower would be a violet. So pretty!"

But he just kept shaking his head. "Mo, you don't understand, Honey."

"Then explain it to me," she whispered, kissing his chest and stroking his skin.

"My name is Bob. B O B. Bob. I got the nickname Baby On Board during flight training a decade ago, because I was technically five years old...."

She blinked at him a few times before she burst into laughter. Bob waited while Molly rolled around on the floor, gripping her sides and gasping for air. "And technically how old are you now?" she managed to ask through her laughter.

Bob waited until she calmed down a bit more. "Eight."

"Eight!" she screeched. "Don't say that to me! We've had sex!" Her laughter had Bob chuckling too now. "How old would you be if you had a birthday every year?" she asked, eyes wide as she giggled.

"Thirty two."

"Thirty two! Perfect," she sighed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "I'm not going to get arrested then."

Bob rolled his eyes and whispered, "I think a new flower would look pretty good in your bouquet."

And now Bob was thinking about a violet tattoo on her skin next to the other pretty flowers as Molly curled up on his bedroom floor with her arm wrapped around him.

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Bob without Molly....it just doesn't make sense. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing!

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SCENARIOS

[ part 2 ]

older sister reader ! !

warning: multiple timeline, lowercase intended.mentioned of reo mikage, itoshi sae.

note: i literally suck at bowling what in the actual fuck is this... my sec time bowling was so ass it was worse than the first one.....

"nee-san, did you see my phone."

"what's that on your hand?"

nagi looked at his hands and saw his phone.

"oh."

sometimes you don't understand yourself either how you can handle nagi seishiro or understand him. lots of the auntie neighbors pity you for having a lazy little brother. who are they to judge him. sometimes you feel like bashing their heads onto the walls.

"you're very different from your brother."

that's what they all said. saying you were different from your brother. they're blind. in fact, you're very similar to nagi.

"nagi, can you tell me more about your sister?"

looking up to reo, nagi looked at him like he was an alien (he is). side eyeing reo, nagi sigh. it was all too familiar with him. ppl going to him just to ask him about his own sister. nagi thinks it's a hassle to talk about you.

"why don't you talk to her yourself. im lazy."

"erh, if you say so. then, want to come with me to talk to you sister?"

"my sister is not in this school. she already graduated two years ago."

"then i want to go to your house."

"side eye."

cooking as a child was hard. why does your parents always have to go overseas? you rarely see them. do they think this is easy as a child. dumb parents.

ever since you were a child, you tried cooking until you make it. your hand was full of cuts from the knife. some of it even turned permanent scars. why did you start to cook? to feed your little brother ofc.

"sei... wake up. lunch is ready." you smiled upon seeing nagi sleeping. you didn't mind it at all that nagi was lazy. with the right patience, you could handle nagi seishiro. he's your precious little brother after all.

nagi slurred in his sleep and slowly open his eyes. still sleepy, he stayed there for awhile to gather his thoughts. feeling a pat on his head, he knew that it was his sister.

"mmm.. awake."

"im going to pour water on you."

the boy sat up immediately.

one thing nagi knew about his sister. she is never joking.

[referring to this]

seeing the text that nagi send. you swore you almost drop your phone. nagi seishiro? playing football? a sport? kicking ball? him???? your little brother who never play any sports in his life at all? suddenly playing...?

it was all a shock to you.

"what the hell" you mumbled. you were just too shock. you could even die happily.

"im home."

seeing nagi entered the home bringing reo aka his slave. you stared at them for too long without any thoughts in your brain that you didn't even noticed they open the tv to watch some football matches.

"who is that?"

"itoshi sae."

perking up at the name. you finally realized you zoned out too long. too shock. looking at the tv, you saw the itoshi sae on it. you almost tsk.

it's not that you hate football or anything. you definitely like basketball more tho. you won't deny that itoshi guy is pretty. getting up from the couch, you pat nagi head and went straight up to your room.

searching up itoshi sae instagram, you look at his photo. not alot of post.. probably someone who only think about football, boring.

but other than that, you thought to yourself that he seems quite familiar to you..

"i don't want this."

"stop being picky. eat your food!"

"erghhh.."

tbh, you cooked nagi least favorite food because you didn't want him to be picky. he had always been picky. if he doesn't eat it, you're gonna make him eat natto for the rest of the week.

nagi was grumpily munching his LEAST favorite food.

#itomlist!!✧#itoworks!!✧#blue lock x reader #blue lock #you #bllk #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage

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smizzy · 1 year

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Jenna dating hcs

YOU BURNT MY HOUSE TO THE GROUND MY FAMILY'S DEAD WHAT DO I DO

She'd very much like to take you with her to set everyday

She misses you more often she stays sending photos and texts of what she's doin, what she's eating, who she's with

you too

She's made many playlists for you two for different occasions

she believes you are the funniest person and people should know that

even her cast mates love seeing you knowing you always have them laughing over anything

She'd try and cook your favorite dish and 1-up you because you made hers a 5-star Michelin dish

pictures pictures picturessss

shares her earphones with you because she likes you too much

younger and taller than her? you came to the right place

the height difference is so cute

dancing around the house at 2 AM

would 100% learn how to braid your hair if you got sum thick thick ifykyk

you are the finest mf she ever laid her eyes on

i know dasss rightttt

now that im high lets get to the real stuff

definitely has a little part of her room that belongs to you and your stuff

she's learned about the .5 photos from you

she won't stop doing them on you and her sister

disagreements only cus you take things to heart a lil too much

me fr

"dont talk to me" almost every time she (someone) hurts your (my) feelings

she likes that about us twinnn

tiktok drafts pile like bodies

going to the beach til nighttime w those bonfires

back to disagreements *more like hurt feelings*

serious ones don't happen often

and when they do, u puttin air pods in and listening loud

either way you're always in the right

surprisingly deep conversations you start bc of high rambling

cue the end loop of 'not allowed' by tv girl

when you text her she always responds faster than you can even swipe out of the conversation

unless filming

you send her photos of what you eat in a day

likes hugging u very much thanku

also eye contact

anywhere you wanna go she'd book a flight for you

hate to c u cry baby :(

rubbing your back, kissin your cheek, getting you what you wanna eat purr

school or if ur busy she'd she see on the weekends

and i mean every weekend

with new food to try with her

thinks of you as her whole heart, soul, mind, veins,and blood

definitely a deeper connection this aint no tomfoolery

never fails to blush at flowers you get her no matter what they are she's thankful and loves them no less

always up after 12 sending her tiktoks but its the comments that got you covering your mouth from laughing

"why are u up stop sending me tiktoks gts"

showing each other how the sky looks for both of you if you two are away from one another

she hates shopping apparently

cus when she with you its like ts flew out the window

any photo on good with you two on google has both of you two staring at each other with love

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagines #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagines #jenna ortega icons #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams imagines

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lily-orchard · 2 months

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Iris and Kiera - Patients

Iris sat in the lounge with Mrs Grace, waiting for her to fully absorb what she'd been told. The young mother was at her wit's end with her son, a particularly twitchy and irritable boy of twelve who was rapidly approaching expulsion for his behaviour. They'd been in and out of doctors for months with no progress until they decided to try Iris out of desperation.

When Iris met the boy, she found someone who was on guard and ready to jump at the slightest twitch. He was unwilling to talk to her at first, so Iris had let them sit in silence until he was ready. She never forced her patients to talk to her. Lord knows doctors tried that with her for years to no success.

Once he had accepted that he had control of the situation, he started opening up. It hadn't taken long to find the reason for his behaviour. His teachers regularly antagonized him and struck him, and so he hated any situation where he was at the mercy of adults.

Connecting with the boy was the easy part. Convincing his mother without her going into denial or going into a doom-spiral about her capabilities as a parent was the hard part. She always gave the parents a written report and let them read it themselves. Now they were simply sat in her lounge with coffee while she processed everything.

"I... I didn't realize..." she finally said. "I thought he was just... being difficult."

Iris scribbled something on a handheld whiteboard and handed it to her.

Children are never just difficult. There's always a reason for it. It's just a matter of their guardians believing it's worth taking seriously.

Mrs Grace sighed in defeat as she looked at the board. "He always said his teachers were out to get him. I thought... that's what kids always say, right?"

Iris took the whiteboard and wrote again before handing it back.

If it's what they sincerely believe, it's worth looking into. Better to investigate and turn up nothing than ignore it.

Mrs Grace felt her heart shatter at reading those words. All this time her son was being hurt, and she just wouldn't listen. "...Thank you, Dr Morgan."

Iris patted her hand reassuringly.

"...Do you have children?"

Iris hastily scribbled and flipped the board around.

I have a niece. My sisters and I would be appalled if this was how she was being treated in school.

That message made something shift in Mrs Grace's eyes. She frowned, and stood up. "So am I," she said, more confidently this time. "So am I! I'm going to get to the bottom of this! Thank you Dr Morgan. You have a lovely day."

Iris smiled and waved as Mrs Grace left her office. Once the door closed she silently sighed and set the board down, picking her coffee back up and taking an indulgent sip.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she smiled immediately when she saw a text from Kiera.

"Look at what Melissa did!"

Attached was a photo of her niece with a big, tooth-missing grin on her face, sitting beside a hexapod. From the looks of it, she'd put it together herself.

Iris smiled and tapped away at her phone, sending a brief response to Kiera.

"🥹 👏👏👏"

#vignette #Iris Morgan #Kiera Morgan #Iris and Kiera

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cvlutos · 1 year

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“Boxes”

| 01.29.23 | 1.2 K | Rated PG |

Jamil Viper X GN!Reader

T.Manor.Notes: This is tooo cute. I swear. @merotwst Good luck Studying!

“Well, I like to say that time flies when you're having fun~”

Najma flips her hair with a sassy grin, laying on her stomach as she holds up her uno cards. You look away from the clock with an eye roll, sitting across from her and very much so winning uno. Her brother merely clicks his tongue, merely passing by the open door. “You never say that.“ It’s a quick comment as he continues carrying the laundry basket, earning an offended and annoyed gasp from his sister, who glares while you laugh.

That’s how most of your afternoons went in middle school, with you and Najma having fun, playing board games, karaoke, anything and everything as best friends would. With, on certain opportunities, Jamil. Who joined the shenanigans, briefly, but he made his presence known.

He was family. Even if distant.

Nonetheless, he was important, important as one could be. You wouldn’t say you were friends, more like close acquaintances, closer than most. Seeing as you texted each other occasionally, giving short life updates, or planning gifts for Najma. You even called sometimes, quick calls that never lasted more than five minutes cause something always seemed to happen, but he always promised to call back.

And you found yourself, with your knees to your chest and phone to your ear, listening. Sometimes you wouldn’t talk and you could hear him mutter equations under his mouth as he did homework, or when you ask if he had forgotten if he was on the phone, he’d respond ‘no’, short but he never did hang up til you were asleep.

You didn’t have feelings for him. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. And all such thoughts were shoved into your own little Pandora’s box. Never to be open. No matter how tempting.

Even if his voice was deeper than you remember, that at times he sent shivers down your spine when he said your name. Or the photos he’d send to the group chat after Najma begged and bargained, photos in which you stared at for the longest time, committing them to memory.

You didn’t like him.

You stiffen a yawn, gripping your backpack loosely as you walk down the familiar path to the Viper house. One that you are very familiar with, to the point you even owned your own key. After Najma begged you to take one, cause you were both practically siblings. Walking up the steps and letting yourself in, kicking off your shoes by the entrance and dropping your bag off to the side, yelling your friend’s name.

She doesn’t answer. You let out a groan, wanting to simply eat a small snack and go before the crowd got too thick, especially after she was hyping up this local festival for weeks. You have expected her to jump on you the moment you stepped through the door. Seeing that, she swore up and down that you had to get there early for the best seats for fireworks.

“Najma already left. I'd assumed you were with her.”

You nearly choke, snapping your head up to the second floor, eyes nearly bulging out of your head at the sight of Jamil Viper, leaning over the banister, looking at you. Your throat goes dry, and you feel the box within shake. He looks different. Not bad different, but different. He has an almost softer look in his eyes and he looks relaxed. You open your mouth and close it, surprised, but before you could reply, your phone goes off. You check it and sure enough, it’s Najma.

Hey! Sorry, I had to leave early! But [Name] meet me there! Also, also Jamil, can you bring me my jacket, I left it! Thx <3

You had the ability to reach through your phone and strangle your friend, you would have. “I literally reminded her before she left.“ He lets out a sigh, pushing away from the wooden banister and shoving his hands into his pockets. He’s quick to grab his sister’s jacket and nudges his head towards the door.

“Let’s go.”

If you could curse the seven for what you’re experiencing, you would. The festival crowd is immense, with bodies pressed close to each other, while Jamil clasps your wrist. Your face burns and it’s hot—the box rattles—you don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him before. Maybe at dinner or during movies, but there’s always space. Either a pillow, or Najma making herself comfortable using both you and her brother for relaxation. His grip is tight so as to not lose you, but not painful. Leading you.

“Hey, let’s find somewhere less crowded.”

You nearly jump at the sound of his voice as he quickly slips into a small alley between two stalls. You both stop to catch your breath, before your eyes land on his hand that still holds you. As if noticing your gaze, he yanks his hand away with a cough, keeping his gaze from you. “She should be somewhere in this direction.”

You walk side by side in awkward silence. Each moment you can feel your shoulders grown tense and your lips pull together, before you let out a dejected sigh. Jamil glances. “This must be awkward for you—Sorry…. I’m sure you’re busy….”

A moment of silence passes, and you open your mouth to say something, before he beats you to it. “I don’t mind. Plans change all the time… And we’re friends, so you don’t have to be sorry.”

You choke at the word, friends. He views you as a friend. Maybe he could view you as—you shake your head. You give an embarrassed smile, “Friends? We’re friends?”

You had stopped walking, and he stands in front of you, turning to you fully.

The world is silent, and the wind is cool against your flesh. Prickling against the exposed skin of your cheeks and lips. The alley is dark, far from the others, far from the noise.

The first firework explodes with a loud bang, and your gaze follows. Bright colors and red and white illuminate the sky. It’s unreal. You feel the locked box within your rest rattle as you move your gaze back to Jamil. He has an odd smile, small, but there. He nudges his head. Beyond the winding alley is Najma and the rest of your friends. Completely and utterly unaware of you, watching the fireworks.

“We’ve always been friends, since forever. Nothing has changed.”

But it has.

A box in which you struggle to keep shut opens, and it fills you. Lights every nerve within your body, till you’re moving on your own. You can’t help but smile.

“Forever is kinda short. Someone I know always says, time flies when you're having fun.”

Jamil snorts, chuckling under his breath. “She never says that.”

Maybe you’ll bask in them. In these growing feelings, even if only for a moment. You bask in the warmth he provides when he’s near, in the attention he gives when you speak. You bask in it till the moment he goes. Until the moment he’s away, then these feelings will fade. They’ll leave and you won’t have to worry about being in love with your best friend’s brother.

Hey. I forgot to mention. I’ll be visiting home a lot more often. So, don’t be surprised when I return home suddenly.

… Or maybe they won’t.

#t.manor.writings #jamil viper #jamil fluff #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #twst jamil #twst x reader #scarabia #scarabia x reader

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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NAN'S FAVORITE BOY

A/N: this absolute fluffiness was inspired by @harrysblackcoat 's little photo concept, i couldn't just not write it!!

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: Your nan loves Harry. Maybe even more than she loves anyone in the family.

MORE FROM THE NAN&HARRY UNIVERSE

This meeting is going on forever. You’ve been sitting in the conference room for almost two hours and the finance department is still going on and on about numbers you’ll forget as soon as you stand from your seat. You’ve already went over your grocery list in mind, noted to change the sheets when you get home and decided to book yourself an appointment with your nail lady for next week, but the meeting still hasn’t ended.

Pinching the bridge of your nose you drop your pen and give up on writing anything important down, Chase will send everything around in a lengthy email anyway, he always does. You’re thinking of a way to excuse yourself to end your misery when your phone’s screen lights up.

Snatching it off from next to your empty coffee cup you finished the first five minutes into the meeting, your lips curl upwards seeing that Harry just texted you. Forgetting about the presenter up in the front you open the message right away.

You almost gasp out loud when a photo loads along with a text. Harry is posing next to your nan, he is dressed in his yellow pleasing hoodie, his current favorite, along with his old ripped, light-washed skinny jeans and he has an arm curled around your adorable grandma’s shoulders. Both of them smiling brightly, the picture is oozing love and happiness and it breaks the greyness of your workday, seeing two of your favorite people being so cozy together.

HARRY: Nan and her favorite boy reunited!!

It’s true. Nan is obsessed with Harry, treats him like his own grandchild, maybe even better than you, who is actually her grandchild. It’s been an ongoing joke in the family ever since they were introduced and just thirty minutes later Nan was already teaching Harry to crochet so he can make his own little hats. It was an unexpected but so wholesome connection that hasn’t been broken in the four years the two of you have been together.

Y/N: Cuties! surprise visit or was it scheduled?

Harry’s reply comes right away.

HARRY: My zoom meeting got cancelled so I decided to drop by.

Y/N: I bet she was over the moon to see her favorite grandson!

You can almost see it, Harry ringing the bell, Nan opening the door and finding him there, clapping her hands together happily before hugging him. It’s a shame you couldn’t be there with them. They are such an iconic duo and you’d never admit to your family, but you’re kind of proud Nan loves your partner the most. You remember when your older sister first brought her now husband over to her, she commented on the color of his pants and then ignored him for the rest of the evening. Since then they have grown to like each other, but it’s funny in contrast with how things were with Harry.

HARRY: She made me eat like a ton of iced buns while she told me about the latest tea in the bingo club. Did you know Theresa invited George over for biscuits the other day???

You almost laugh out loud at his message, you can hear him say it in such a dramatic way, as if it was the gossip of the year. You just know he listened to everything Nan had to say and had the best time together.

HARRY: When are you leaving work? Want to meet here?

Y/N: I’m running out of the conference room in about ten minutes if they don’t finish talking. Wait for me there and we can go grocery shopping together after.

HARRY: Nan and I will be waiting <3

Luckily the meeting ends soon. It’s a breath of fresh air when you finally exit the room and head back to your desk to wrap up and leave. Your long workday is forgotten the moment you get in the car and make your way to Nan’s house. Harry’s Rover is parked in front of the cute cottage, it doesn’t quite suit the style of the neighborhood, especially not your grandma’s house that’s like a cute little cottage, every window is filled with flowers, she has a collection of garden dwarves lining the cobblestoned way up to her front door. Harry has raved to you several times how he can see himself living in a house similar to this when he is sixty and retired. You have a feeling Man knows it too and she is thinking about leaving the house to you and Harry, though it’s obvious Harry would never let her include him in her will, wanting her to take care of members in the family that have less than him.

“Hi there!” you call out as you walk in, but you get no answer, since they are sitting on the back patio, their backs turned towards the door. It’s an adorable sight, their chairs next to each other, watching the garden your Nan spends most her time with taking care of, a glass of lemonade in hand as Nan is explaining something to Harry, you can’t hear what it is, her voice is muffled by the glass door, but you see Harry nodding along, his little sprout on top of his head flopping with each nod. When he turns his head to the side a bit to look at the old lady you notice a tiny yellow flower near the hairclip and the sight completely blows you away.

Quickly, you grab your phone from your purse and snap a picture of them through the glass door, their figure a bit darkened, but the flower can be seen if you take a better look. Locking the phone you know it’ll be your new lockscreen, but right now you want to join them.

“Hello to the gossip club,” you greet them with a teasing smile as you step outside, their heads turning to see you. Stepping closer you lean down and kiss your Nan on the cheek before moving over to sit on Harry’s lap.

“Hi Sweetie! Do you want a lemonade?” Nan smiles at you through her glasses, but you shake your head no.

“I’ll just have a sip from Harry’s,” you say and he brings the glass up to your lips right away. He watches you with a smile as you take the pink straw between your lips and have a taste of his drink.

“What are you guys up to?” you ask, leaning onto Harry. He places the lemonade down next to his chair and wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Nan was telling me how she wants a little pond in the back of the yard.”

“I think it would look absolutely fabulous over there, behind the tulips!” she enthuses, pointing at the area that is now mostly empty. “Maybe with a couple of little fish, or ducks! Ah, that would be such a dream.”

Peeking at Harry you read it out from his eyes that he is already planning how to make it come true and you know that by the end of the year Nan will have her little pond if it’s up to Harry.

You stay a little longer, Harry brings up a few things from the basement for Nan she’ll need later and then it’s time to say goodbye. Nan hugs Harry so tight and long and you decide to leave your car here and ride with Harry. He offers to drop you off here in the morning so you can get to work and he can have breakfast with Nan. He doesn’t say it but he’ll probably already make measurements for the pond and Nan will be over the moon.

She stands by her door, waving at the two of you as you drive away. Smiling you turn to Harry.

“You know, I think I should be jealous at this point.”

“Of Nan?” he grins, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh.

“Yeah. I swear she is your number one fan.”

“She said she had the boy down the street help her preorder my album,” he grins and your mouth hangs open. “She’ll have a Harry’s House vinyl!”

“I can’t believe this lady!” you chuckle in disbelief.

“I would have given her one without even asking, but I was so touched by it, I almost cried,” Harry admits. You take his hand on your thigh and lace your fingers together before bringing it up to your lips and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, Harry,” you murmur softly.

“For what?” he asks, glancing at you shortly before his eyes return to the road ahead.

“For… being so nice to her. And not just her, my whole family. You’re always there to help them, you never complain about having to spend time with them.”

“Baby, of course. But you know you do the same for my family right? All those times you helped Gemma out when I was out of the country, when you visit my mum without even being asked to. I hope you know I know about every time you were there and didn’t tell me about it. She calls me when you leave and tells me how much she loves you. Every time.”

“Oh,” you breathe out. Up until now, you though your secret visits were truly secret. Harry never mentioned he knew about them, so you figured Anne didn’t share with him. Guess you were wrong.

“We’re a great team,” he smiles at you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“But not as good as you and Nan,” you joke chuckling.

“Oh, for sure. Nothing can beat me and Nan,” he grins nodding. You don’t argue.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

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thepastisalreadywritten · 1 month

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By Kate Andrews

Has Kate Middleton united America? For the past few days, we have been one nation under her spell.

The Princess of Wales has dominated Google searches in the United States ever since Kensington Palace released that now-notorious doctored photo of her with her children for Mother’s Day.

Her name search beat that of both ‘Donald Trump’ and ‘Joe Biden’ over the past week.

To say she has broken the internet would be only the start of it: rumours of her well-being are making their way into every newsroom, dive bar, and church fellowship hour across America.

My friends from all over the country text and call me to ask the same question: What’s happened to Kate?

They know I’m as removed from the royal family as anyone could be, but I’m in London and I work in Westminster, so they hope I’ve heard a theory that hasn’t made its way across the pond just yet.

Left-liberal pals who usually text me when Trump says something obscene now want to know when I last walked by Buckingham Palace.

Did anything seem strange? More right-leaning friends, who tend to send videos of Biden jumbling his words, want to know if it’s unusual in Britain to not wear your wedding ring.

Or did someone photoshop her ring out of the Mother’s Day photo, too? Is that even her hand in the picture?

I wonder if Kate knows she has achieved the impossible in bringing America together in this way.

I suppose that depends on where she’s been, how she’s been faring, and how much she’s checking the news – all questions that largely remain unanswered.

Either way, it’s an impressive feat and a wonderful service she has performed.

Sure, it would be nice if existential threats to the United States and its citizens were cause enough for us to find common ground. But I’m not going to be picky.

I will forever be grateful for this smidgen of evidence that, if the cause is compelling enough, America can pull itself back from the brink.

How did ‘Kate-gate’ go viral in a nation that isn’t even her own? The princess’s prolonged absence from public life has the right components to capture America’s imagination.

We are a country obsessed with The Crown and true crime. Since we rejected the British monarchy almost 250 years ago, we have rarely had the opportunity to combine the two.

The mystery of Kate’s movements and the online sleuthing required to discredit that photograph proved to be a golden moment.

But it’s the cover-up elements, which made the story stratospheric.

Like everything else in the States, conspiracy theories tend to be big – the more far-fetched, the more viral they go.

Trumpist QAnon talk has never appealed to non-partisan Instagram girlies, but speculation around a princess’s whereabouts make for perfect 20-part video series to add to your highlights reel.

That’s because Kate-gate is not your traditional conspiracy fare.

The big questions – what’s happened to Kate, where has she been – have not been whipped up from nothing.

Suspicion has been fed by a number of public-relations mishandlings from the Palace.

Stories have changed, a photo has been botched and is still being censored on social media.

This is particularly strange given the normal PR slickness of the Firm: a protective, ruthless operation that presidents and popstars envy.

Some of the rumours have taken absurd and dangerous turns. But it’s not only fantasists who have questions. Something seems to be happening; we just don’t know what.

We may never find out what Kate has been up to these past months. And perhaps we shouldn’t. Her medical issues aren’t our business, after all.

But we know what’s happened to her in the eyes of the public: Brand Kate has skyrocketed.

She and her family have become even more intriguing – the Prince and Princess of Wales’s Instagram and X accounts gained more than 200,000 followers combined in the days after the doctored photo was posted.

That intrigue has made the princess all the more sensational.

Kate is now a mega-celebrity. She has the kind of fame her sister-in-law craves so badly.

Markle’s tactic was to shout from the rooftops: to make herself and her point of view heard through every media platform and streaming service that showed any interest. It worked for a while.

Had a pandemic not scuppered her big moment, ‘Megxit’ would have been the story of 2020.

She and Harry still got to sit down with Oprah. Netflix charted their journey from the Palace to the Hollywood Hills. But attention quickly waned.

This week, the duchess finds herself doing what every fame-hustler must do in the fight for survival: launching a lifestyle brand.

Her Californian-inspired venture, called American Riviera Orchard, will be offering us fashion advice and gardening tips, along with another outlet selling artisan jams and yoga gear.

Yet as she pushes the cutlery and cookbooks, it’s absent Kate whose face is projected all over the world: a testament, if there ever was one, to the power of silence.

Given the long line of mess-ups from the Palace, this boost for Kate is a fairly good outcome.

The princess disappeared for a few months, and the world made its message clear: we simply can’t bear to be without her.

When she returns to public life, she will be more adored and loved than ever.

The rumours and theories will die down. The outpouring of support for the Princess of Wales will continue.

It seems likely that she will, as promised, resume public duty in the spring.

The future queen of England will return, radiant as ever, to stand next to her future king and her family, as if nothing ever happened.

We’ll watch on, always with the niggling feeling that there was something we weren’t told and that not knowing is the key to the charm.

As Walter Bagehot said:

‘We must not let in daylight upon magic’ – or photoshop, for that matter.

NOTE: Additional photos have been included in this article.

#Princess of Wales #Catherine Princess of Wales #Catherine Middleton #Kate Middleton #British Royal Family #Brand Kate #trending #viral #fake news #misinformation #disinformation #cancer #chemotherapy #break the internet #Kate-Gate

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Miss Sunflower

Pairing : Kyle “ Gaz” Garrick x F!reader Summary: Gaz and you started long distance… friendship? Sequel to Miss Sunshine

Warning: M theme.

Gaz route for my Mini MacTavish verse, I just love the photo of Elliot Knight big cute smile! As always, Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “ Mini” from her story. <3 Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish” !

“Masterlist” for other stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Gaz gasped and dropped his phone.

“Everything Ok?” Soap asked as he started bending down to pick up the phone for him. Gaz was quicker to snatch the phone off the floor.

“ No, yes. All good. Um, Price wants me to see me in his office, I’ll talk to you later.” Gaz made a quick retreat from the common room, ducking towards the opposite direction of the office, leaving a very confused Soap behind, while pointing to Price, who is currently sitting by the window, chatting to Ghost.

He can’t let Soap see what was on his phone.

Not that it’s some risque picture or anything. Well. Not quite. But it’s a selfie picture of you, in a beautiful sunflower pattern dress, LOW CUT DRESS, wearing a cap very similar to his, except with a St Andrew’s cross instead of Union jack on it. That beautiful smile again.

“ Look what I found! Now we have matching cap :) Well, I can’t get a Union Jack one otherwise Johnny will be angry with me.” you wrote in the caption.

Your brother will kill me. Gaz thought.

He wasn’t quite sure if it was the alcohol that did the talking when you slipped him the phone number that night. Took him a week of self-deliberation to finally summon up the courage to text you. Your response was immediate. Which gave him great relief. It was a start of blossoming friendship, constant messaging back and forth, occasional phone calls when he is in the privacy of his own room back at the base.

He started sending you photos of all the places he has been to on mission, letting you travel through him, all stemmed from you complaining one day;

“ I am very envious of Johnny and you boys.. Getting to travel all over the world.. Sorry I know it's to war zones... But I have never stepped outside of The British isle before.. Ma claims she took us to France once, but I don’t remember a thing. I was only one year old!”

How he wishes he can take you with him, by his side, showing you the famous sites of the world. Reality is a bitch. He is always out for work, not pleasure. Saving the world, just like the superheroes. You teased him once.

In return, you update him about little tidbits of your life, what happened at work, the new ER doctor everyone is drooling over, (he denies a burn of jealousy rising when heard about it), little gossips you heard, new food you tried out. “Sorry my life is boring compared to yours.” Gaz loves it though. It gives him a sense of normalcy amongst the blood sheds and killings, and getting to know you more. What your favourite foods are, your irks. Even though you two haven’t met again physically after that night, he always feels he is close to you, by heart.

He loves hearing your voice just before they had to go dark for missions. Even with the time differences, you will always answer his message, picking up the call.

“Stay safe please.” That whisper of yours. Always laced with sadness.

“I will.” I will stay alive. To come back to you. He wanted to say.

Where is the relationship at? You two never discuss it. The feeling of trapping in this friendzone, both of you waiting for each other to step over that little boundary line, to finally take the relationship into the next phase. He’s been with other people before. But no one else ever makes him so nervous like a teenager again. What is stopping him from making the move? Wrath of Soap? Not wanting to disturb the peace of the team, jeopardising missions. Or people are going to judge him for going after his friend’s younger sister?

Or people are going to call him selfish, for leading you on, entering into a relationship that is heading to a tragic end, with a high possibility that he might not return from mission one day, leaving you heartbroken.

Or he is just finding excuses, because he is damn scared. Scared of your rejection, and losing you entirely.

He just can’t help it. He is falling more and more for you. He wants to confess to you. His Miss Sunflower.

“Come on Mini, I dare you, send him the picture! Maybe he will finally make a move on you.”

“But… but… isn’t this showing a bit too much of my…. this…..”“ OH hush, you look very cute in that dress. DO IT.”

Gaz ran back to his room afterwards, trying to dispel any ungentlemanly thoughts out of his brain. Failed miserably.

I seriously suck at writing long chapters, I think short little bits really suit me. Thank you for reading, comments and reblogs always appreciated :)

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spaceman-earthgirl · 2 years

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Supercorptober 2020 Day 20: Kara

ao3 fic link. series link.

Kara

Every time Lena’s phone lights up, and she sees her best friend’s name on the screen, it makes her heart stutter stupidly in her chest and it makes her smile like a schoolgirl with a crush.

She’d almost added a heart after Kara’s name in her contacts, but she didn’t want to make her feelings too obvious.

Sure, she’s started hinting here and there, flirting a bit more openly with Kara, but she’s not quite ready to confess her feelings just yet.

“Is that your girlfriend?”

Lena rolls her eyes at Sam, but it doesn’t stop her smiling. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yet,” Sam adds and Lena wants to deny it, but it sends too much hope ricocheting around her chest.

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Kara’s name flashes on her screen, a text message, and when Lena opens it, she finds a photo attached. It’s from sister’s night, Lena can see Alex in the background, but the main focus of the picture is Kara, ice cream cone in hand, stacked three scoops high. She has the biggest smile on her face and ice cream in the corner of her mouth, and she’s so fucking cute that Lena has to close her eyes for a moment, just to calm the racing of her heart and the warmth in her chest.

God, she loves this woman.

Lena sends a photo back, of herself in bed, laptop nestled in her lap, as she finishes off her work for the day. She receives another selfie, this time of Kara frowning and the caption ‘no working at home!’ and Lena has this sudden crystal clear image in her mind, of Kara lying in bed beside her, frowning while Lena works, of Kara complaining that she wants attention instead. And Lena would give it to her, because how could she focus on her work if Kara was right beside her.

Lena needs to get control of herself, and maybe she needs to ask Kara out, these feelings are getting out of hand.

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They had an argument. It was dumb, she knows Kara is just looking out for her, trying to protect her, but Lena can look after herself, and she doesn’t want Kara to get hurt in the process. But they had an argument about it nonetheless and they said some things and Lena just wants to apologise, but she’s not sure if Kara wants to talk to her right now.

But then there’s Kara’s name on her screen and relief in Lena’s chest as she answers the call.

“I’m sorry,” Lena says, cutting straight to it as she answers the phone.

“No, I’m sorry,” Kara replies and it feels silly, but tears spring to her eyes.

“I know you were just trying to protect me, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

“And I should’ve listened, I shouldn’t have just assumed what was best for you without talking to you about it. Can I come over so we can talk now? I’d really like to apologise properly.”

Lena sighs, feels herself relax for the first time since their fight yesterday. “You know my balcony door is always open for you.”

---

Lena feels giddy, when she sees Kara’s name on her phone, even though she just said goodnight to her less than a minute ago.

“Hi,” Lena answers, knows Kara will be able to hear the smile in her voice.

“Hi,” Kara replies, and Lena can definitely hear the smile in hers.

“Did you forget something?” Lena asks. She knows Kara can’t be further than her lobby. It’s been so little time since she left Lena’s front door, Kara may even still be in the elevator.

“I did.”

“Care to elaborate?” Lena asks, too scared to assume what Kara has forgotten. She thinks she knows, she’d regretted not just kissing Kara as they’d both lingered at Lena’s front door, neither quite making a move, even though Lena had made the first move by asking Kara out.

There’s a knock at Lena’s door, and Lena lowers the phone, opens the door to see Kara standing on the other side again.

“I forgot this,” Kara says, stepping into Lena’s space. But she doesn’t kiss Lena, though she’s close to it, but she hovers there, their breath mingling, waiting for Lena to make the final move, to confirm she wants this too.

Lena has never wanted anything more as she closes the last of the gap between them, lips pressing against Kara’s in what turns out to be the best first kiss of Lena’s life.

Lena kicks the door shut and then backs Kara up against it and the Kara doesn’t end up leaving until the next morning.

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Kara’s name lights up her screen, a little heart after the name, and it makes Lena smile.

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sarahsmi13s · 4 months

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Ahhh! Congratulations on 500 Vinny! So so proud and happy for you!

You deserve each and everyone of them!

I am going to warn you, I might send in like 5. So buckle up 😂

Can I please request Phoenix and “home for the holidays”? The thought of her coming home from a deployment on Christmas Eve is just too much!

hey fernie! thank you for coming in a celebrating with me! and i look forward to them! 🥰

|| plot twist ||

sometimes the best gifts are the ones you never saw coming

You hadn't expected Nat to make it home for Christmas. She had gone on a deployment in late June and she wasn't expected back until mid-January. Nat talked to you about Christmas before she had left had you hadn't spoke about it since. You knew the risked she faced and you knew she had a duty to her country - did you still hold that little bit of hope for her to get to come home early? Of course you did. But when Christmas Eve rolled around and you only got a "Merry Christmas Baby, I love you" text, you knew she wasn't going to be home in time. You were upset, of course you were, your fiance wasn't going to be home for Christmas and it sucked - it always did. You went to your families Christmas Eve party, but you felt out of place and just lonely without Nat. So, you just kinda sat by yourself, socializing with your family when appropriate and playing a game or two. But you found yourself on your phone more often than not, staring at a photo she sent you of her and Jake and just smiling at her smile while twisting your engagement ring back and forth. Then you hear a knock and your little sister say that she would get the door. And when it opens, the room goes nearly silent and your curiousity tilts your head up as booted footsteps come towards the living room. Your jaw drops and your phone barely has time to hit the floor before your tackling Natasha in hug. "I'm not gonna ask... you're here... you're really here" "I'm here, Baby, I'm here" Needless to say, you clung to her for the rest of the party and then went home to snuggle and... other things.

thank you again for celebrating with me fernie! i got a little carried away but i hope you like it! i love ya! (this is also a "sequel" to the one from my birthday event -> hiiii )

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

#vinny's moodboard multiverse #vinny creates #500 follower celebration #moodboard celebration #top gun maverick #natasha phoenix trace #plot twist #desert-fern <33 #sarahsmi13s

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] RIIZE IN PARIS EPISODE ONE !

( 🤎 ) ... outfit !!!

"say hi." sohee flipped the camera to her as she came out of the dressing room.

"hello." she waved. "they're talking right now." she said bending down , looking into the camera. "this is the outfit — im wearing this to the show." she smiled. "it's cute and it feels nice."

"it's not too short?" wonbin asked , she shook her head. "it's fine." she said watching the stylist hand her different shoes. "i like these." she said.

"skin care." she set the camera up , finally alone in her room. "it's time." she tied her hair back. "i didn't have time to do it when we were in korea , so i have to do it now." she applied her moisturizer. "my skin is dry from the flight."

"we went to the louis vuitton headquarters to get fitted for the show." she started. "all the clothes were really pretty and the staff were nice." she said. "they complimented my french so much, it's not often i use it in korea — well i don't use it at all when im in korea , except to mess with the members." she laughed. "but i do use it back at home in quebec , so."

"i got a few gifts." she said , showing the three boxes. "anton already texted me a picture of his bag , so i assume this is what this is." she pointed. "let's open it."

"okay , so." she opened it. "here it is." she smiled. "it's so cute , and it's denim , it's cute." she squealed. "im gonna send a photo to my mom and sister , they love louis vuitton." she smiled. "my mom especially, maybe I'll buy her one— mommy you didn't hear that."

"next." she picked up a little bag. "it's a bracelet." she said. "oh?" she looked down at her phone. "ah this must be what this is." she said tapping the box. "let me show the bracelet first." she untied the little string. "it's so cute."

she opened the box. "it's a cowboy hat." she laughed , taking it out the box. "i don't think i can pull this of." she put it on. "it will probably be better when my hair is down." she put it back in the box.

"okay let me finish my skin care." she said. "i'll be back." she waved. "bye bye."

( next day )

"tell them where we are." shotaro put the camera on her. "tell them in french." sungchan followed. "we're at the louis vuitton cafe." she said , fixing the scarf on her hear. "what did you say?" "i said we're at the louis vuitton cafe."

"it makes good photos." she handed wonbin her phone. "take a few." he took it from. "maddie is always taking photos." anton spoke to the camera. "that i never post , but it's okay." she posed.

"my mom is gonna love this." she walked , holding the camera. "im gonna send her a bunch of pictures."

"have you ever been to a exhibition?" she shook her head no. "you're a painter but you've never been to one of these?" she shrugged.

"these painting are really good though , back home i never had time to go to these things , so it's cool i can do this."

"i hope one day i can sell my pairings for a billion won a painting." she said. "then would you need to be in riize?" wonbin teased , wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "i can make more money." he laughed. "what would you do with all that money?" he said. "i don't know." he laughed. "cute."

"what are they saying?" shotaro whispered. "i'll tell you when she's done." she waited , repeating whatever she was saying. "thank you." she nodded.

"tomorrow is the show." she took the camera. "i got a lot good photos , i think we're gonna get food after this." she smiled. "so I'm even more happy."

"aren't you always happy when food is involved." "well of course , it's food."

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how you met your boyfriend Oikawa

sorry i’m obsessed with oikawa once again.

I have not proof reading so there might be some mistakes. hope you enjoy <3

This is kinda pt2.

pt3.

You met Oikawa during his first year in Argentina. You can still vividly recall that day.

It was in the summertime, a Tuesday afternoon. you were in the park with your niece and nephew after picking them up from your sister’s house. She asked you to babysit them while she was at worked and you of course agreed because they were not a big trouble, actually it was pretty fun.

That was a particularly hot day so in due moment you all went to a supermarket to buy some ice-cream and snacks for the evening.

When you arrived to the store they ran straight to the ice-cream aisle. The two kids left you a little behind, but you could see when they suddenly stopped and stared a grown man that you didn’t know.

They turned to you, mouth wide opened, gasping and pointed the man. You finally got to them and whisper.

“Who is he?”

“THAT IS OIKAWA TORU” your niece screamed in the whisper, but you still weren’t able to recognize the name.

“Is the volleyball player that we so often talk about, the japanese one! He is here!” It started to make sense to you and you remembered that at some point they mentioned his name to you. He was the setter of their favourite team.

“If you love him so much go and ask him for a photo, this will probably be your only chance” they looked you terrified, as if they didn’t have the personality enough to do that. Both of them looked you with puppy eyes and ask you to go with them and you do the talk.

You gave in to their request.

During all the time you talked, he already had walked to others aisles so you needed to find him, your nephews following behind.

In the vegetable aisle there was him. You approached to him and clear your throat as to grabbed his attention.

When you first saw him back in the ice-creams aisle you didn’t really take a look of him, but now you were so much closer and could appreciate all his features: his brown eyes, his little long and wavy hair, his smile…

“Hi” he said, clearly not speaking any Spanish.

“Hi, i’m (y/n) and this are my nephews” you told him their names as you pulled them behind your back to stop them hiding from him “They are really big fans of your club, and of course you, so they wonder if they can take a photo with you”

Oikawa looked at them and crouched down to be at their eye level, because oh my god he was so tall. He tried to have a conversation with them, your nephews could understand and speak a little of english, but you sometimes you had to intervene and help them.

“Estábamos tan emocionados de ir a verte a las finales del campeonato, pero no pudimos conseguir entradas” your niece pouted. Oikawa looked at you waiting for your translation, he was trying to comfort her holding her hand because what she said it made her a little sad.

“They were eager to go and watch the finals, but they didn’t get tickets before it sold out”

Oikawa looked at your nephews and looked at you.

“I can give them tickets. Every player has some for friends and family and in my case all of them are in Japan”. He said shyly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I was giving them away anyways”

Your nephews didn’t understand what’s going on, so you had to translate them the made proposal. They were so happy, their face lighted up, hugged Oikawa and almost made him loose balance. The three of them laughed.

When the kids calmed down a little bit, the setter stood up and now you had to look up to meet their eyes.

“Thank you”

“Eh- Can I have your number?” once again he said shyly, his cheeks going a little red (yours went red too) “Mm-you know- to send you the tickets”

He gave you his phone to save your number and then send you a text so you will have his.

“I will coordinate it then”

“Once again thank you”

“Seriously no problem”

You and your nephews said goodbye to him and walked away to buy the stuff you were going to in the first place. They were so excited that they didn’t trouble to pick an ice cream flavour and let you choose.

After the checkout and on your way home, they realized they forgot to take the picture. You couldn’t avoid but laughed a little, but they were really upset.

“Don’t worry, you can take one after the game”

The next days Oikawa texted you a few times: sending you the tickets, asking your address to send the vip pass, wanting to know a little more of your nephews (and you).

Before you know it, it was Saturday and your sister was picking you up to go to the game (as the setter send one extra ticket she joined you).

When you were in high school you never were interested to play volleyball as your sister, so you actually have never even watched a profesional game vía tv. Therefore along the last week your nephews tried to teach you all the rules and the players so that you would be too lost.

Oikawa the day before gave you all the instructions you would need: where to park, what entrance use, what you would need to show to the security guards, how to find your seats etc.

There was still some time left, but the stadium seemed to be full by now. In the court the teams were already doing stretches and some drills to warm up.

“Look there he is” your niece pointed to the setter that was a few metered away.

“Well he is even more handsome in person” your sister whisper only for you to hear and you laughed. When you looked back at him he was watching you and waved his hand.

As soon as the game started you were impressed by the athleticism of all the players. They were able to jump so high, spiked the ball at such velocity, the blocks and of course the set that Oikawa was able to do. The game was so awesome that you cursed yourself for not watching one before.

They won 3-1. They were national champions. The players went to celebrate with the public and Oikawa went were you were. Your nephews being the happiest, went down the stairs to the barriers and started to celebrate with him.

Your sister went closer to them and took his children a photo. You then saw Oikawa whispering something to her ear, as you were far from them there was no way you could hear, but both of them look at you.

“Yeah, is single” your sister answered and he just smiled relieved. You were puzzled about what was going on. Your niece, send by her mom, went up to you and pulled you down to where the others were.

You congratulated him for the win and once again gave him thanks for the tickets. As usual, he said nothing to worry about. It was a little awkward, like if you both wanted to say something else but were afraid of.

While this were going on his teammates were still celebrating around, there was people working to made the podium for the award ceremony and a reporter was signalling him to make an interview.

“Mm-I need to go-but, I was wondering… would like to have dinner with me sometime?”

It was a little bit of a shocked but you didn’t hesitate to answer him. It was surreal, but even after only knowing him only for a week something inside you was telling you that it was him.

He told you that will text you, before saying goodbye to your family and to you and going back to the reporter.

“Oikawa you look happy, what does it feel to win this championship during your first year with the team”.

He of course was happy for winning finally a championship after all the hard work, but the real reason he couldn’t stop smiling was you. Of course he wouldn’t tell that to the interviewer so just went on about the game.

You all stayed to watch the award ceremony, Oikawa got the mvp, before you left.

When your sister left you home your phone buzzed:

“What about tomorrow at seven pm?” you couldn’t wait.

#haikyuu oikawa #haikyu fluff #hq oikawa #hq x you #hq x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa toru fluff

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have you read the scream 5 draft script? because it's two scenes of christina (or susan as she's called in the draft) are fascinating and they are now how i picture her. also richie's got these two really fucked up lines that i wish had been kept in. The first one he says to Sidney "And to think: if you'd only opened your legs up for Billy earlier, like he wanted, Sam wouldn't even exist!" and then he says this to Sam "You know what the best part of fucking Billy Loomis's damaged daughter was? Making her feel loved, just so I could take it away from her." It just makes him even more deplorable.

I actually haven't! I've seen a few pages, mostly regarding the Amber/Tara relationship that they scrapped.

Let me take a look. (this took me 2.5 hours).

What the original script had to say about the mum:

Tara asked if her mum talks about her in group - that's sad.

She refers to her mother by her name.

The mention of 'group' possibly being: AA, NA, for gambling or for kleptomania - and people still think Sam's mental health issues are from daddy, c'mon, this woman fucked up.

The mention that the mum was not going to tell Sam that Tara was attacked.

Mum being drunk at the bar.

The scene of Sam & her mum at the Carpenter house: "You did this to her, didn’t you? Because you’re like him. Even when you were a kid I could see it in you... and now you’ve gone and hurt my baby girl..."

What was in the original script that was better:

Her trying to blackmail the guy on the phone - a shame we didn't get that, it's a nice piece of character personality.

"Fuck you, you're weird." - why is that so fucking funny.

Honestly, the whole sending the boob pic and the "this isn't Amber but I enjoyed the picture you sent me" is really fucked up and would have been incredible, it would make the situation even more creepy.

In the movie they change the person who Tara texts from Amber to Wes, and I don't like that.

It looks like half of Billy's conversations were cut, and they would have been better if left alone.

Amber: "you bought a date?" / Tara: "don't start."

The conversation between Sam & Tara is nice because you can see the strain. The "No. Shit, I’m sorry- I love you. Can we start over?" I love love love because straight up Sam just goes 'I love you.'

Vince's death scene was better but was also the best thing to cut because it would have taken quite a bit of time, and it makes the 'who was this Ghostface and how did they manage it' much more complicated. Realistically, Vince had to be Amber because Richie was attacking Sam at the hospital.

The Sam being attacked scene in the hospital was better in the script, with the "call the cops / I am the cops / call more cops" conversation being fucking hilarious and such a realistic thing to say. We also had Sam say to Richie just before this "I thought you were going to a hotel."

The friend group conversation in the police station would have been so important for fleshing out their characters and their relationships with one another. Presumedly cut because they cut the Amber/Tara/Wes thing.

The Judy & Sam conversation.

Tara throwing the cup as she yells at Sam to get out, it works with my belief that Tara has anger issues.

Sam trying to get Dewey to talk to her: "you’re a suspect in a homicide, so go ahead, call the police!" - this works really well with how Tara talks to person on the phone in the beginning. It also has the sister parallel of Dewey eyeing a photo of Tatum.

Sam: "There are no rules. This isn’t a game, or a joke, or a movie. Real people’s lives are at stake-"

The scene of Sam going to the house and leaving a voicemail for Tara should have stayed, however, I see why they cut it once they cut their mother out.

The whole Wes situation being cut was good for his character, but I don't mind the death scene we got. The Ghostface REVEALING themselves to Judy, jesus that would have been so good. It's totally Amber.

The Mindy & Sam being cut (it's a deleted scene in the movie) was tragic because it really explains why she blows up at the deputy and why she suddenly thinks Tara is in trouble.

They had Sam lifting Tara into the car and Sidney helping, that would have been so nice to see, and also would make more sense for the tracker situation.

I'm sorry but the whole Liv with a bedazzled knife is hilarious and I wish we could have seen that.

Sam allowing Amber & Tara the opportunity to talk but also going with them. The way the script shows Sam giving in to Tara, being soft for her. The 'On Sam. Hates this.'

The Richie trying to convince Sam that Tara is the other killer is slightly better in the script.

"You know what the best part of fucking Billy Loomis’s damaged daughter was? Making her feel loved, just so I could take it away from her. Pretty fucked up, huh?"

What changed that was better:

The choice to change to an inhaler - although they could have done both the necklace and the inhaler, to convey how close Amber & Tara were, even as best friends.

Adding the "I just couldn't be around you anymore, Tara" and the way Tara reacts to it really works for how the conversation falls apart.

Cutting the "I don't care" from Gale.

The script had Sam banging on the bedroom door and the girls not hearing that, it wouldn't have worked. The part where she's standing downstairs when Sidney called so the camera can pan out to her in the doorway was a really good choice.

In the original script, Amber knows about Sam's father because: "About your father? It’s a small town. My uncle went to school with all of them, he knew Billy was banging your mom behind Sid’s back." I think changing it to something more ambiguous about hearing from Sam's drunk mother works better.

The change to Tara attacking Amber with the crutch instead of a poker makes more sense. Richie shooting at her and missing I also wouldn't have bought.

Amber sending Tara through a window would have been incredible, but it would have made it more implausible for her to appear to shoot Amber.

Amber shoves a fork through Sidney's foot? Was she not wearing shoes lmao, this would have made no sense.

Some general notes:

I think most people can agree that they should have kept Amber & Tara as girlfriends, it would have been so awful/satisfying for both sisters to have been betrayed by their partner.

The whole "maybe: name" thing that comes up on Sam's phone in the movie is weird, and it should have just stayed an unknown number.

Interesting choice to change from Mindy pointing out Chad's bruises to Amber.

"But then why kill that random Vince guy? It doesn’t fit the profile-" except it does because Vince worked with Tara. This is called back to later with the "So why then immediately go murder some guy who was stalking Liv?" conversation in the twins' home, which cements it for me that Vince actually died because he knew Tara, him being a Macher was incidental.

"Maybe it’s the nice one, maybe the funny one, maybe the quirky one." -> Maybe it's Wes, maybe it's Mindy, maybe it's Liv.

I wonder why they changed the name from Meeks-Martinez to Meeks-Martin. Gonna be honest... the choice feels kinda 'this is too ethnic let's dial it back' :/. Melinda.

Also, something that doesn't make sense that is in both the script and the movie is them all knowing it was someone in a Ghostface costume, it seems to imply Tara 'finally wakes up' twice: once to tell people about the Ghostface and what happened, and again when she texts Wes that she's finally awake.

The way Sam goes "it wasn't you, it wasn't you" is so interesting because it really reveals where Sam's state of mind was - that she actually thought it could have been her and she just didn't remember, because of all the people accusing her.

Richie telling Sidney the comment about opening her legs: it's an interesting thing to think about. Would Billy have been satisfied with Sidney? Who knows. Interesting to think about. It definitely says something about Richie, given the situation where he was getting some from Sam, but also possibly Amber.

#/mp #ask box #hell-comes-to-gotham #Scream #Scream 5 #-notes #Side notes: there weren't 2 killers in Stab 3 or 8. if they do 2 killers again in 7 & then have a single killer in 8 I will give them props #Mindy calling Sam the killer in 5 and then Sam thinking the Ghostface is Mindy in 6 #lol at the error in the script which says (to Tara) when it should have said (to Amber)

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