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Chad: clem your friend isn't leaving.
Greg: *boogieing*
#ts4#the sims 4#sims 4#simblr#not so berry#nsb#not so berry gen 6#not so berry orange#chad mills#greg lunvik
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NOOOOOO HIS FACE 😭
Why is he so generic now nooooo
#max payne#max payne 2#video games#murder mention#he was a goofy weasel man and the made him a run of the mill chad
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I did a thing. Have the Mcdonalds! Mcdonalds! Mcdonalds! meme with the Jones-Mills' Family Group.
#described#described using tumblr#ouat#once upon a time#alice jones#robin mills#wish killian#zelena mills#henry mills#ella mills#lucy mills#regina mills#i forgot about chad#oh well
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Is it weird if I love the couple of Zelena/Kelly and Chad? I mean, I know that we see so little about them, but I love their moment at Roni's, and I love the idea of a couple with a fairy tale character and a "real" person.
#zelena mills#kelly west#chad#kelly x chad#ouat#once upon a time#season 7#ouat s7#zelena x chad#chad ouat
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The Lovecraft Anthology Volume 2 from Self Made Hero published in 2012.
Cover by Francesco Francavilla and edited by Dan Lockwood.
Stories include:
Pickman's Model by Jamie Delano + Steve Pugh.
The Temple by Chris Lackey + Adrian Salmon.
From Beyond by David Camus + Nicholas Fructus.
He by Dwight.L.Macpherson + Paul Peart-Smith.
The Hound by Chad Fifer + Brian Baugh.
The Nameless City by Pat Mills + Attila Futaki.
The Picture in the House by Benjamin Dickson + Mick McMahon.
The Festival by Simon Suppier + Matt Timson.
The Statement of Randolph Carter by Dan Lockwood + Warwick Johnson Caldwell.
#lovecraft#self made hero#softback edition#dan lockwood#francesco francavilla#anthology#jamie delano#steve pugh#pat mills#si spurrier#adrian salmon#mick mcmahon#benjamin dickson#warick johnson caldwell#attila futaki#brian baugh#david camus#matt timson#chad fifer#nicholas fructus#dwight l macpherson#chris lackey#paul peart smith
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movie night vii
Summary: Ghostface got you, and Tara isn't going to let him go without a fight. No one hurts someone she loves. It's time to end this.
Word Count: 11.4k
Warnings: Swearing, Scream typical violence, wound descriptions, murder, grief, mention of Scream V events
Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader
(pt.i) (pt.ii) (pt.iii) (pt.iv) (pt.v) (pt.vi) (pt.vii) (pt.viii)
You weren’t answering your phone.
Tara had been calling you nonstop from the hospital to Gale’s apartment, and you weren’t answering.
“It’s probably fine,” Chad said as he struggled to catch up.
As much as she wanted to believe him, he was wrong. He was so very wrong and Tara couldn’t even string her thoughts into a coherent sentence for long enough to tell him why. Why her heart had tried to jump out of her throat when she saw the text from you that simply said “gf here.” She couldn’t explain the icy fear that froze in her veins.
Why couldn’t she run faster?
Tara’s heart dropped to her stomach the moment she saw those red and blue flashing lights. No no no. She was vaguely aware of someone calling her name, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around or answer. Her eyes were glued to Gale. Only Gale. Why was she alone? Where were you?
Gale’s tears and hyperventilating did nothing to ease the lump in her throat as she got closer.
Her eyes surveyed the entire scene before her. There was no ambulance sitting in the street, waiting to take an injured person to the hospital. An injured you. Police were just milling around, twiddling their thumbs until someone told them what to do. The only one who was attempting to help was Detective Bailey, but even he wasn’t doing much.
“Where are they?” Tara asked, finally turning to look at Gale.
She blinked a few times and let out a shaky inhale and exhale.
“Gale,” Tara said again, more forceful, “where are they?”
Her inability to focus or meet Tara’s eyes forced the air out of her lungs. Why couldn’t she look at her? What had happened to you that she didn’t want to admit? That she couldn’t admit? Gale needed to say something and she needed to say something now before Tara lost her mind.
“Gale.”
Everyone turned to face the voice. Alfie was doing an awkward jog over to where they were all standing. Tara studied his face, looking for any indication of what had happened to you. If someone didn’t fill her in soon she was going to combust. Where were you?
“Alfie what-”
“-They’re headed to the hospital,” Alfie interrupted her with his hand held up in a pitiful attempt to keep her calm.
You were headed to the hospital? That meant you were alive, right? Surely they wouldn’t have bothered taking you if you weren’t alive, that wouldn’t make any sense. Oh god, Tara’s mind was running rampant. How bad had it been? Would you be able to recover quickly? What if it was worse than they thought and they couldn’t save you?
“How bad is it?” Sam asked.
Everyone slowly turned to face Gale.
“It’s-” she swallowed harshly, “-it’s bad.”
It was only then that Tara noticed the blood soaking Gale’s clothes. Her shirt, her pants, her hands. Oh god, was it yours? It had to be, Gale seemed untouched. Tara’s hands shook even as she did her best to clench them into fists. That wasn’t enough to stop the unbearable ache of the muscles in her forearms.
He had made you bleed.
She was going to kill him.
“Sam.” Danny was next to appear, instantly going to Sam’s side and checking her over. “Are you okay?”
“What are you doing here?” Chad asked. Tara had almost forgotten he had come along.
“I’m Y/N’s emergency contact,” he said. “Came as soon as I got the call, but are you okay?”
“We’re fine,” Sam said quickly, “we were at the hospital.”
His hands were all over Sam, and Tara wanted nothing more than for him to leave. She didn’t care about Sam’s little boy toy, and he certainly wasn’t doing them any favours. He needed to leave so they could focus on the real issue at hand. He was nothing more than a liability at that point.
“Good,” your Pop said as he approached; he seemed to be far more relaxed about the situation. At least outwardly. “You’re all here.”
“Don, I didn’t-”
“-It’s okay,” he interrupted Gale quickly, “I know.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze before looking at Tara. “You all need to follow Tony to the safe house.”
“I’m not going anywhere until I kill that motherfucker,” she said.
“You’re going to a safe house,” he insisted. Actually, it sounded more like an order, just spoken with a more gentle tone. “No one else is getting hurt, you understand?”
No. No she didn’t understand. How could he be so calm when you were probably dying in the back of an ambulance? You were his child, how could he be so reserved? Surely he had a plan, he had to. She certainly did. She was going to find that bastard and kill him. Nothing drawn out, no, quick and efficient and gruesome.
“Aren’t you going after him?” Tara asked. Your Pop just gave her a sad look. “He tried to kill Y/N.”
“I know what he tried to do,” he said quickly. “I’m making sure it doesn’t happen to any of you.”
“But what about-”
“-you might not understand this just yet, little lady,” your Pop said, quickly shutting Tara up, “but Vitales do not charge in without a plan.”
“So you have a plan?” Tara asked eagerly. Someone’s hand fell onto her shoulder and squeezed gently. Judging by the size, it was Chad.
“I do,” Pop said with a simple nod. He let his finished cigarette fall from his lips before pulling out another one and lifting his lighter. “That plan involves you going to the safe house and waiting.”
Tara groaned and turned away. How could he expect her to just walk away? To hide away while you were dying and the one who tried to kill you was still running free? No, no that wasn’t going to happen. There was no way in hell she was just going to stay in someone else’s safe house. Carpenters didn’t hide.
“Do you understand me, Tara?” Pop asked, his brow raised and that cigarette hanging haphazardly from his lips.
“Yes sir,” she said even as her mind continued to run rampant.
Pop stepped forward and lightly placed a big, callused hand on her cheek. “I promise you, we’ll take care of it.”
His kindness was almost unsettling. How on earth did your family manage to be so kind when she could assume what they did for a living? She wasn’t stupid, she knew you weren’t accountants. It was a horrible lie, and none too convincing either. So how could your father - and your family - be so kind and gentle?
And how could he tell her that she couldn’t go after Ghostface? If anything, she was the professional Ghostface killer. She and Sam were the ones who had killed Richie and Amber. When had your family ever dealt with Ghostface? Sure, you had held your own twice, but clearly the third time was not the charm. They had some nerve to keep her hidden while they took their sweet time.
“Go with Tony,” Pop said, giving the most reassuring pat to Tara’s cheek. “We’ll take it from here.”
With that, Pop leaned forward and gave Gale a kiss on the cheek before guiding her away. She was walking on shaky legs, and if his arm hadn’t been around her waist Tara had no doubt she would have collapsed. What had happened to you that had caused so much mental anguish to her? Tara assumed it was close to how she had been when she discovered Dewey had been killed.
“I want to see Y/N,” Tara said, turning around to finally look at everyone. “I’m not going anywhere until I see them.”
“I know which hospital they’re at,” Danny said quickly.
“I can have Tony meet us there,” Alfie chimed in. “We can go to the safe house when we know they’re okay.”
“Let’s go,” Sam said before Tara had a chance to answer. “It’s too dark to stay outside.”
Everyone mumbled their agreements before starting the walk. Thankfully the hospital wasn’t too many blocks away. Danny had his arm around Sam’s waist, seemingly holding her up, and whispering in her ear nonstop. It would have been cute in any other situation. Not that Tara was sold on him yet, but Sam seemed comfortable and that was the important part.
But she was too busy plotting her revenge to focus on how cute her older sister was being. Tara needed to see you, that was before anything else and it wasn't up for debate. After she was sure you would pull through? Oh it was on, Ghostface had better start praying that she didn't find them. If given half the chance, she would make him regret every moment of his life that led up to the moment he had attacked you.
"They'll be okay," Chad said, pulling Tara out of her bloody and violent imagination. "They're too stubborn to die."
"I thought you hated them," Tara mumbled as she shoved her hands into her pockets. "Why would you care if they were okay?"
"I don't hate them," Chad said quickly, "I just didn't trust them."
"And now?" She asked.
"I mean," he exhaled softly, "they saved Anika and Mindy." He stepped sideways to avoid running into a stranger that refused to move. "And they kept Gale safe."
Yeah you did. You did all of that even though you knew Sam and Chad weren’t your biggest fans. There was nothing any of them could say or do to change the fact that you had put yourself in danger for them not once, not twice, but three times. On your date at her apartment, in your apartment, and just now in Gale’s apartment.
Maybe you just shouldn’t be trusted in apartments, that always seemed to be the location where you got most hurt.
The hospital was cold; it wasn’t the same as when she had initially been there to visit Anika. There had been tension, of course, but everyone had been happy and laughing and having a good time. A feeling of comfort and safety surrounded them and almost made them feel like they could recover from anything.
This was different. Each sound and smell assaulted Tara's senses until her hands started to shake and her palms grew sweaty. Did they have you in a room yet, waiting anxiously for someone you knew to appear? Or were you still unconscious, unaware of anything that had transpired since the attack? Truthfully, Tara didn’t think she liked either answer.
“The hell are you all doin’ here?”
Your sister Mercy looked furious as she practically stormed over to where everyone was standing. Not that Tara could blame her, the entire situation probably had her on edge. And if she was one of the staff having to take care of you? Oh, there would be no need for explanation.
“Listen-”
“-I’m not listenin’ to shit,” she interrupted Alfie. “Pop said you were going to the safe house.”
“Tara wanted to see Y/N,” Sam said quickly. “And then we were heading over.”
“Well you can’t,” Mercy said with a rushed exhale and a shake of her head. The momentary silence settled in Tara’s bones. “They’re still in surgery.”
“Still?” Tara blurted out.
“They only got here about 15 minutes ago, T,” Mercy said, “of course they’re still in there.”
“How bad is it?” Chad asked. His hand fell to Tara’s shoulder again. She knew he was trying his best to comfort her, but it really wasn’t working. If anything, she wanted him to get away; she didn’t want anyone touching her.
Mercy sighed before shifting her weight to her other hip. “Lacerations to the face, and bullet fragments to the shoulder.”
The hospital started to tilt under Tara’s feet while they all continued talking, but she couldn’t hear them. It was like they were speaking underwater. You had been shot? They had gotten your face? How bad was it? Her mouth went dry at the thoughts that ran rampant in her mind.
“Tara.” A familiar hand cupped her jaw. Sam. “You okay?”
No. No she wasn’t okay. How could she be? It was hard enough to deal with Ghostface on his own. It brought back memory after memory of Amber. All those dates, all those spilled secrets, shared kisses. And she had turned out to be nothing more than a fake, a murderer, someone who would’ve traded Tara in for her 5 minutes of fame.
Add onto that the fact that you were laying on some cold operating table, all alone? Because of her?
“Tara?”
“I’m fine,” she said quickly. Sam’s thumb brushed gently across her cheekbone before she pulled away. “Is there anywhere we can sit and wait?”
“I’ll take you somewhere quiet,” Mercy said softly. Still shocking, coming from someone of your family.
The little room wasn’t too far away from where they had come into the hospital. It seemed private, at least compared to the usual waiting room that was wide open for the rest of the hospital to see. At least there was a door in this one, and a small coffee pot and a basket of snacks over on a table in the corner. Simple, but Tara could appreciate it. It was the most homey space in the unsettling environment.
“I’ll come get you when I know more,” Mercy said before leaving, closing the door with a gentleness that made Tara’s skin crawl.
It felt like hours before Tony came in, slipping through the door like a shadow, clinging to the walls like he wasn’t supposed to be there. He sat down dutifully beside Tara, not too close to encroach on her space but still far too close for comfort. She knew he was only there to make sure she actually went back to the safe house afterwards.
Your family was a bunch of bastards.
“Tara?”
Her eyes flew open, the world seeming hazy before she could blink the sleep away. She didn’t know what time it was, or how long she had been there, but she had been waiting for something. You. She had been waiting for you. Tara pushed herself up from the chair, standing on shaky legs for only a moment before walking mindlessly to the door where Mercy was waiting.
“How are they?” Tara asked before Mercy could even finish shutting the door behind them.
“Restin’,” she said with a subconscious nod.
“But alive?”
“Alive,” she reiterated with a small smile. “But there’s a lot of rehab in their future.”
“Better than the alternative,” Tara sighed, chewing her bottom lip in an attempt to feel something other than immense guilt.
It wasn’t working.
“Tara.” She tried not to flinch when Mercy’s hand landed on her shoulder. “Y/N would want you to be in the safe house.”
“They nearly got killed because of me,” Tara said quietly. “I can’t just let that go.”
“They nearly got killed because of that rat bastard,” Mercy said with a surprising amount of calm in her voice. “Not because of you.”
“But-”
“-do you think they would want you gettin’ yourself killed for this?” She asked. Tara froze. “Because they wouldn’t.”
“I can’t sit by and do nothing,” Tara said.
“You’re not,” Mercy shrugged. “You’re sittin’ safe.” She smiled and tilted her head slightly. “Isn’t that the best kind of revenge? Sittin’ nice and comfy while they get hunted down like the rat they are?”
Well. When she put it that way, maybe it didn’t sound quite so bad. And Tara wouldn’t lie, she was tired. She wanted to feel safe for once, not looking over her shoulder every second of the day because there might be someone following her. It was a miserable existence and she didn’t know how much longer she could do it.
“Okay,” Tara mumbled to herself. When Mercy didn’t answer, she looked up and spoke a bit louder, “Okay.”
“Atta girl,” Mercy said with a toothy grin that was almost a perfect duplicate of yours. “Let’s get you guys somewhere safe.”
Everyone seemed to already have some sort of idea of what was going on when Tara and Mercy got back into the waiting room. Sam was quick to rush over to Tara’s side, checking her over even though they both knew Mercy wouldn’t dare lay a hand on her. It was a habit. It was something Tara was getting tired of being a habit.
“Who all is comin’ with me?” Tony asked.
“I’ll go back to Mindy’s and Anika’s room,” Chad said. “It’s plenty safe up there.”
“You should stay,” Sam told Danny.
“Sam-”
“-Y/N would like a familiar face when they wake up,” she continued. “And you’re not Woodsboro.”
“Neither are they,” Danny said instantly, gesturing with his head to where all of your siblings were huddled up.
Tara and Sam turned their heads slowly to look at them. They were all talking with each other, worry etched onto each of their faces. She knew exactly how they felt; she had felt the same just knowing Sam was in danger back in Woodsboro. But to know that you had actually been hospitalised for it? Was it how Sam had felt when she was attacked last year?
“They’ve been through enough,” Sam said before turning back to face Danny.
“And I haven’t?” Danny asked.
“Never trust the love interest,” she said with a shrug.
Tara could see how much it hurt Sam to say such a thing. But it was the smart move; after all, both of their previous love interests had turned into Ghostface. They didn’t exactly have the best track record. And with you being unconscious and hospitalised, you were out for the count. That just left Danny.
“Sorry, pretty boy,” Tara chimed in. She desperately wanted to take the heat off of Sam, at least as much as she could. “Better luck next time.”
“Tara,” Sam whispered, but didn’t really do anything to actually silence her. She looked back at Danny. “I’ll see you when this is over.”
“Okay,” he said with a soft sigh. “Okay, then I’ll see you soon.”
Tara turned her head when he leaned closer to Sam. She didn’t want to see it, but she could hear them kiss. Sure, she loved Sam, but she didn’t need to hear what all went on with her boy toy. Although she supposed Sam did have to see you half-naked in her living room a few nights ago, so maybe this was the least of her worries.
When Danny walked past her, patting her forcefully on the shoulder, she finally looked back at Sam. There was a resignation on her face that Tara hated to see, even though she would bet she mirrored the look. They were both tired. They were both just far too tired. It was time for a much needed vacation. Maybe somewhere warm.
“You two ready?” Tony asked, finally coming over after confirming he wouldn’t be interrupting something.
“Let’s go,” Sam said with a definitive nod.
“We’ll call when Y/N wakes up,” Alfie said when they passed by, but no one else had anything else to add.
It was practically a silent trip to wherever the safe house was. Almost as soon as Tony led them out of the hospital, he guided them into what looked like an abandoned alley before ushering them into a hidden nook that led to a tunnel. Tara hadn’t explored much of New York, but she knew it wasn’t common knowledge that there were these tunnels all over the city. Right? If it were, everyone would be using them.
There was something utterly fascinating about the instinctual way Tony navigated through the tunnels. If it had been up to Tara, she would’ve gotten lost within 5 minutes tops. But Tony? He seemed to know every turn like the back of his hand. Was that how you had navigated them through when you took them to your family’s house the other day?
Had it really only been a day or so ago? It was hard to believe, given the amount of things that had happened since then. Even harder to believe that it hadn’t been all that long ago since your date at her apartment. Maybe there was something to be said about the fact she was so worried about you after what was, technically, only one date.
You must have hypnotised her or something. It was the only logical explanation.
“Right through here,” Tony said as he stopped in front of what looked like the most useless, broken down door Tara had ever seen.
“You guys are so sketchy,” she mumbled to herself, but she still didn’t waste any time in opening the door and stepping through.
“I know,” he said softly as he closed the door behind the three of them.
It was a rather nice looking room, Tara wouldn’t hesitate to admit. It was only a singular room, but it was rather spacious for the circumstances. There was a set of bunk beds against the far wall, a small living room with a couch and TV, and even a tiny kitchenette in the corner. A bit nicer than most studio apartments in the above ground, Tara noted.
“The kitchen is stocked,” Tony said as he walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and cabinet doors to show the excessive amounts of food. “And thousands of movies downloaded and ready to watch.”
“Legally downloaded?” Sam asked.
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Anyway, you’ve got everything you need to last a few days.”
“How long do you think this will take?” Tara asked. “I don’t like just sitting here.”
“Pop has a plan,” he said. “Shouldn’t take more than two, maybe three days.”
“That’s too long,” Tara said with a shake of her head. “Something else could happen in that time.”
“We’ve never failed a plan yet, Tara,” he said with a kind smile that was almost disturbing. “Don’t plan on starting now.”
“Just let them do it,” Sam whispered even as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“We’re professionals,” Tony said, now his smile turning a little too eager. A little too sadistic.
“And someone is watching Y/N?” Tara asked.
There was no doubt in her mind that you would still be a target. Even though Ghostface had attacked everyone in your apartment, you were the one coming out with nearly all the injuries. She wouldn’t dismiss Anika and Mindy’s injuries, but you seemed to be the one that was targeted. If you were left alone in that hospital, he could get to you in an instant.
Oh god.
“Mercy and Joel are up there,” Tony said quickly. “They won’t even be able to think without someone watching.”
It wasn’t enough. Tara trusted your family, sure, but two people? It wasn’t enough, even if it was your family. You were all more than trained for the situation, she knew it, but it wasn’t enough. Ghostface was smart; too smart. He could probably outsmart your entire family with barely a second thought.
But she supposed it was good enough, so she nodded at Tony once before looking around. She needed a distraction.
“Ma will be down first thing in the morning with some breakfast,” he said before backing away to the singular door that didn’t look quite so broken from this side. “If there’s any news, she’ll let you know.”
“Thank you,” Sam said. Thankfully. Because Tara couldn’t get herself to say anything in return.
Tony bid his goodbye before leaving, and Tara was finally left alone with her thoughts. She knew Sam wanted to talk with her; they were rarely alone anymore and she was far too nosey to just let Tara think without interruption. But she didn’t have the energy anymore. Not for that night.
“Want one of the beds?” Sam asked when Tara still hadn’t moved. “Or the couch?”
“Couch works,” Tara said softly with a subconscious nod of her head.
“Come on,” Sam said just as softly as she reached over to grab Tara’s hand and lead her to the couch.
Tara let herself fall back while Sam moved around the makeshift living room, looking for… something. She didn’t really know and, quite frankly, didn’t really care. After all, what was there to care about? Someone else had gotten hurt, and someone else was taking care of it. All she had to do was sit there, behave, and wait for the situation to resolve itself.
It left a bitter taste in her mouth.
She wondered if you were okay. Maybe you had woken up already and were laying there with your family. They would surely take care of you, right? Of course they would, they were your family and they loved you. She wondered if you would text her, let her know you were okay. Maybe say something ridiculous just to ease the tension.
The TV flickered on and Sam nudged Tara aside with her knee before also falling to the couch. Without even an ounce of hesitation, Tara leaned over until she could lay her head in Sam’s lap. It didn’t take long before she felt Sam’s fingers running through her hair, scratching her scalp as she flipped through movies.
“You care about them,” Sam said slowly. Softly. Gently.
Yes I do.
“I just don’t like people getting hurt because of me,” Tara answered with a shrug.
“We both know that’s not all it is,” Sam continued. Her fingers never stopped scratching Tara’s head even as she finally decided on a movie.
The Godfather. How appropriate.
“I just…”
Tara let her voice trail off into nothing. She just what? Even she didn’t know how she felt about you. Annoyance was certainly one of those feelings, but there was something more. It was so difficult to tell if it was just a fascination, maybe even an infatuation. But she didn’t trust herself to “like” anyone again. Not after Amber. You were a distraction from the pain and nothing else.
All those repressed feelings started to bubble up at just the mere thought of Amber again. Feelings of guilt because she had no idea of Amber’s double life. No idea that she would have even thought about prolonging the effects of Stab on Woodsboro. Then there was the overwhelming anger. Anger because how dare she try to use her and Sam as pawns in her game? How dare she use Tara and throw her away like she was nothing?
“They’re not Amber,” Sam said, almost as if she could read Tara’s mind. And maybe she could. Or maybe she could see all the reactions on her face that she wasn’t bothering to hide. “I can tell that much.”
“How?” Tara asked. “I knew Amber for ages and still couldn’t tell.”
“I’ve seen how they look at you,” Sam said with a shrug and quickly looked back up at the TV. “And unlike Amber, they let themselves get attacked three separate times for you.”
“Don’t put it that way,” Tara groaned. She brought her hands up to cover her face.. “It makes me feel bad.”
“All I’m saying,” Sam said quickly, “is they’re different.” Tara finished dragging her hands down her face until she could look at Sam. “And if you like them, then I can tolerate them too.”
“How generous of you,” Tara said.
“I still think they’re stupid enough to get you both killed though,” Sam continued. “And not even in a nefarious way.”
“Think they’d get a piano dropped on them?” Tara asked; she didn’t even bother hiding her little smile.
“Like Wile E. Coyote,” Sam instantly replied. “It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.”
“You’re a dick,” Tara said, finally letting a small laugh slip past her lips.
“It’s late,” Sam said after the laughter died down and the movie was barely audible in the background. “Get some sleep, I’ll keep watch.”
“Wake me if anything happens?” Tara asked.
“Of course,” Sam said with a smile that reminded Tara of her mother back when she was still capable of being a mother. A comforting smile that warmed her from the inside out and instilled a certain safety that no one else could really give her.
No one except you.
“Good night, Sam,” Tara mumbled, turning to lay on her side as she kept her head in Sam’s lap.
“Good night, Tara,” Sam said quietly right before Tara finally let the day settle on her and put her to sleep.
It felt like only moments before Tara felt Sam flinch underneath her. She sat up quickly, turning her head every which way even as her eyes refused to blink away the sleep. What had happened? Sam had flinched, had someone come in? She could hear someone walking around and setting things down, had someone snuck up on them?
“Good afternoon, ladies.” Ma’s voice cut through the haze of sleep. Just Ma. “I hope you don’t mind, I let you sleep in.” Ma is safe. “You both looked so exhausted.”
She finally managed to get the sleep out of her eyes and take in her surroundings once again. Sam was trying to act like she hadn’t been sleeping, even though it was more than clear that she had been. Not that anyone could blame her, it had been a long few days. There was nothing wrong with her getting some sleep.
Ma was still standing in the kitchenette, rummaging around and setting things out. If Tara looked a little closer, she noticed the entire array of food she was warming up and perfecting. Had she brought an entire family’s worth of food just for lunch? Actually, that probably wasn’t too far from the truth. Tara may have only met your Ma once, but she knew a homemaker when she saw one.
“Come over here and eat while it’s hot,” Ma said, “and I’ll fill you in.”
Tara and Sam gave each other a single look before standing up and making their way to the little two-person table. Ma had already made them their plates and set them down before quickly following with coffee and orange juice. It would have been enough to make Tara feel a little guilty if her stomach hadn’t decided at that moment to air its grievances at the lack of food lately.
“Y/N woke up a few hours ago,” Ma said once they had both started eating. Her hip rested against the counter. “Still a bit groggy, but otherwise okay.”
Tara nearly choked on her coffee. You were awake? That was a good sign, right? It meant you were going to make it, at least for now. That was a positive. But how else were you feeling? Mercy had mentioned lacerations to the face. How bad were they? Would you still look the same? Were you going to be okay?
“Any news on Ghostface?” Sam asked, acting as if Tara hadn’t nearly drowned in her own coffee.
“Not yet,” Ma said with a shrug. “But the boys said they’re close.”
“How do they know?” Tara asked, her voice croaky and weak. It was pathetic. Stupid coffee.
“They know,” Ma said without a hint of doubt. “Trust ‘em.”
She didn’t. Not really, at least. It wasn’t personal, but she could be forgiven for not entirely trusting people that she had no proof for. Not that she thought your family were liars, or incapable, or anything else. But she had proven time and time again that she could handle Ghostface and your family hadn’t. It was just the principle of the thing.
Ma didn’t take much longer to fill them in and tell them goodbye. She had mentioned someone else would stop by later that evening to fill them in and bring dinner, but otherwise they had the house - room? - to themselves. And as much as Tara didn’t want to be left alone, she was almost thankful for the peace and quiet.
The rest of the day and evening went off without a hitch. Tara and Sam watched far too many movies that were… not good, and played some of the board games that were left. Monopoly hadn’t gone well and had nearly ended in a brawl before they quickly called it a truce and put it away. No more Monopoly, that was the final decision of the night.
Mitch came by later that night with homemade pizza and little news of the outside world. Mindy and Anika were doing well, nothing new to report aside from the fact Mindy was starting to get stir crazy. Which was pretty accurate for her, the Carpenters wouldn’t deny it. You were also going stir crazy, apparently, and were on the verge of either fighting or flirting with every nurse that came into your room.
Tara wasn’t even upset. She had seen how you flirted with your brothers’ girls; this was on par for you.
Even though Mitch tried to prolong his stay and find something to do, Tara and Sam told him to go home and get some rest. He was sweet, probably one of the outwardly nicest ones of your bunch, but even they could see the exhaustion plain on his face. There was barely enough energy for him to argue once before he conceded and bid them goodnight.
There was no effort to stay up late and watch movies or delay the inevitable. They were tired, they were full, they finally felt like they could slow down and rest. At least Tara did, and she assumed Sam was on the same page considering she could also barely keep her eyes open. The bunk bed stayed unused as they made a small pallet on the floor in front of the still-playing TV and fell asleep.
When Tara awoke the next morning, it was to hushed whispers. She knew Sam’s voice like the back of her hand, but the other voice was still new. Although when Tara sat up and looked into the kitchen, she wasn’t entirely surprised to see Danny sitting across from Sam, his hands over hers like he was trying to comfort her.
“Morning,” Tara said just loud enough to make them both jump. Good. She hoped they felt a little guilty for waking her from the first peaceful night’s sleep in weeks.
“Danny brought breakfast,” Sam said.
“Thought we told you to stay away,” Tara said as she pushed herself to her feet. She was a little unsteady, but quickly recovered and made her way into the kitchen; she supposed he could be forgiven, considering he had brought donuts.
“I was worried,” he said with a shrug. “And if Y/N tries to sneak out one more time, someone is going to strap them to the bed.”
“So they’re doing okay?” Tara asked as she took a donut from the box. Blueberry; your favourite.
Nothing more than a coincidence.
“A little too okay,” he said. “Mercy is on the verge of keeping them sedated until they’re more than, you know, two days healed.”
Tara nodded to herself while she continued to munch on her donut. It was a little too sweet and a little too thick. But she supposed that was probably what you enjoyed so much about them. Did you like sweet things? If so, it didn’t explain why you liked her. She was anything but sweet.
She grabbed the nearest glass of orange juice - probably Sam’s - and walked back over to the couch to sit down while she continued to think. It wasn’t smart for her to let you invade all of her thoughts, not when there was still a killer on the loose. A killer that you hadn’t managed to stop and that most likely had an accomplice. She didn’t have time to sit there and think about your smile or your preferences for donuts.
Wait. Your smile?
Oh god, she hated you.
The longer Danny sat at the table with Sam, the more the atmosphere felt… wrong. Tara couldn’t quite put her finger to it. Nothing was going on, it was actually the most relaxed situation she had been in in months. A year, if she really thought about it. The TV was going, Sam and Danny were acting like lovesick puppies, she had a belly full of food.
She couldn’t put her finger on it.
A creak came from the door, and Tara didn’t even bother looking behind her. After all, why should she? The only ones who could find this place were your family. There was no doubt that no one else would have any idea even of just the tunnels underneath the streets, let alone finding the safe room that, surely, couldn’t have been the only one.
Wait. That wasn’t entirely true. It wasn’t just your family…
“Hello Sam.”
Every cell in Tara’s body froze. Now that. That was what was wrong. She knew that voice. It haunted her every dream, every thought, every waking moment. A voice that reminded her of Amber, of Richie, of being alone and knowing that he was going to win because of course he was, he was a cult classic icon.
Tara looked at the doorway before she could convince her body to stand up. Two Ghostfaces stood in front of the door as it swung shut, far too gently for the situation. Her eyes stayed locked to the two while she maneuvered herself around the couch, using it as a buffer on her way to where Sam and Danny were now standing.
“Lovely to see you here, Tara,” one of the Ghostfaces said. It was almost more terrifying to not know which one was talking.
“How did you get here?” Sam asked. Tara wasn’t looking at her, but felt her arm reach out and grab Tara’s forearm.
It hurt.
“Just like you,” Ghostface said. “We had a guide.”
Flashbacks of Amber ran through Tara’s mind. The room started to look like it was on a boat, rocking back and forth without giving her any chance of staying still. Someone had betrayed her again. How could this keep happening, why couldn’t anyone just let her live?
“The last Ghostface that cornered us didn’t have such a good time,” Sam said. “You might want to reconsider.”
“Do you want to tell her?” Ghostface said. “Or should we?”
What? Who were they talking to? Tell Sam what? Tara’s face pulled into a frown as she looked back and forth between everybody. Two Ghostfaces, one Sam, one Danny. What the hell were they even going on about? Maybe these two weren’t as smart as the other ones. Which Tara could’ve picked up on her own, but she had given them the benefit of the doubt.
Everyone remained silent, staring at each other. It almost felt like the entire room was daring someone to speak up, either to explain or to taunt. If it were up to Sam or Tara, she knew they would have taunted the Ghostfaces into making a stupid decision. All of them tended to have a bit of an ego problem, so it should have been easy enough.
“Fine,” Ghostface said. “We’ll make the first move.”
Tara’s entire body tensed to the point of pain. Her knees locked in place and she knew even if she wanted to, she couldn’t have moved. If they were going to come at her, she wouldn’t be able to get away fast enough. That old ache in her thigh came back as the image of Amber snapping her leg flashed behind her eyes.
Both Ghostfaces lifted their hands and Tara only thought of you. Of you laying in that hospital bed, completely unaware of the fact that you wouldn’t be getting a second date. There was nothing in the room to keep Tara safe, and she knew she couldn’t overpower the both of them. Not at once. She couldn’t even let you know.
But they didn’t reach for weapons like Tara had thought they would. No, they just reached up and grabbed their masks, pushing them back over their head until the hoods fell off and she could see their faces. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Hey Tara,” Ethan said with a smile and a friendly wiggle of his fingers.
“You’re Tara?” The other guy asked in a posh accent that reminded Tara of someone with money. She didn’t recognise him at all. “Y/N never shut up about you.”
He knew you?
“Ethan?” Sam asked. Tara still couldn’t bring herself to look away from the Ghostfaces.
“It’s not really what it looks like,” he said, his smile never leaving.
“It’s not?” Tara asked. “Because it looks like you’re the one who’s been hunting us.”
“Not you,” the other guy said before Ethan even had a chance to open his mouth. “Notice you never got hurt?”
“I don’t even know you,” Sam said with a shake of her head.
“Oh, right,” he said. He rubbed his gloved palms against his thighs before stepping forward and extending his hand. “I’m Garret.”
“I’m not shaking your hand,” Sam said with a shake of her head.
Tara knew that name…
“Garret as in Y/N’s roommate?” Tara finally asked, looking back at the guy.
“The very same,” he said with his own cheeky grin.
Your roommate. The one you had lived with for years, if your account was anything to go by. He was Ghostface? Surely he had to have known he was going after you, no one was that stupid. It didn’t make any sense. He looked far too happy and…
He had a giant bruise on the right side of his head.
“You’re the one who broke into Y/N’s apartment,” Tara mumbled. “You tried to kill Anika.”
“I didn’t mean to get her that good,” Garret said with a shrug. “She just got in the way.”
“I don’t understand,” Sam said with a shake of her head.
“Then have your boyfriend explain,” Garret said. Ethan quickly hit his arm, but he didn’t even flinch. “It was his idea.”
Tara swallowed harshly. The room started to get fuzzy, and she blinked her eyes rapidly to clear the haze. With the smallest move of her head, she looked at Sam and Danny out of the corner of her eyes. His jaw was clenched tight and he wasn’t even looking at Sam.
But Sam. Oh Sam. She probably had the same look Tara had when they found out Amber was Ghostface.
“What?” Sam asked softly.
“Now, just listen-”
“-Better explain faster than that,” Tara interrupted Danny. “Before I pull a Ghostface.”
“No one is after you,” Danny said in a soft voice that was enough to make Tara cringe.
“Then who?” Sam asked. She stepped back, holding her arm out so she could feel where Tara was and stopped when she was directly in front. Tara reached out to hold her hand, and Sam instantly squeezed it. “What’s going on?”
“Some idiots started the rumour that you were the killer,” Danny said. “After I met you, I knew they were wrong.”
Tara huffed. Was he really going to play Romeo? He better not be, she knew he wasn’t entirely stupid. At least he didn’t seem to be. On the other side of the room, Ethan and Garret stepped closer. If they took one more step, she was going to start swinging.
“If I could take the suspicion off of you, then you could be free again,” he continued. “Ghostface wouldn’t follow you anymore.”
“Did you tell them to hurt Anika?” Tara asked. “Or Mindy?”
“Of course not,” he said with a shake of his head.
“How about Y/N?” Tara asked.
Danny exhaled through his nose and looked over at Ethan and Garret. It’s not a no, she thought to herself. None of them were so much as making a noise, just standing there and communicating silently. About what, she couldn’t even begin to imagine.
But it didn’t matter. It was confirmation enough. He had either ordered it, or allowed them to try and kill you. Someone that he was supposed to be close with, someone that trusted him. Amber’s soft smile flashed in Tara’s mind’s eye; she quickly shook her head to rid herself of the memory.
“They’re at the most risk so,” Danny sighed, “they got to choose the target.”
Ethan twirled the knife between his fingers. “Think of it as payback for all the shit they gave me over the past year.”
“Bullying excuses murder?” Sam asked. “That makes sense.” She shrugged, but the roll of her eyes gave away her real opinion.
“And it frees you up, Tara,” he continued with a dreamy sigh and a boyish smile. “Wanna go on a date after this?”
“I’ll cut your dick off,” Tara said without an ounce of hesitation or remorse.
His smile slowly fell back into a thin line. There was no way he genuinely thought she would agree to go on a date after he tried to kill you. It didn’t matter if she had admitted how much she liked you, there was no way he was that stupid. Right?
"I told you," Garret said as he turned his head to look at Ethan. The side of his head looked like it needed stitches. "You have to finish Y/N off before asking her out."
"And what's your bullshit excuse?" Tara asked when it was clear Sam was too busy looking at Danny and zoning out. "You blaming it on some sick infatuation too?"
"Of course not," Garret said with his pretty rich-boy smile. "I simply thought it sounded fun."
That. That right there was almost more terrifying than any other motive Tara had heard. He had decided on killing his roommate for fun? She could hear the blood rushing through her ears, steadily increasing until it was practically deafening.
"Sam," Danny said softly, "everything is already in play." Tara turned to frown at him even as Sam stepped closer to her. "Once the boys finish taking care of Y/N, the police will arrest a decoy and you'll both be free."
Tara squeezed Sam's hand. They were going after you again? She had to warn you. She had to text you, or call your Ma, or Tony, or something, anyone that could get to you and keep you safe. Too many people had died because of her already, she refused to let you join the list.
Out of the corner of her eye, Tara saw something drop to the floor behind Ethan and Garret. Something heavy that continued to move even after landing. No one else seemed to notice it, as Sam and Danny were still talking to each other.
The thing stood up behind Ethan and Garret, and Tara could finally get a decent look. It was a person, in an oversized jacket with the hood pulled over their head. Some kind of half-mask covered their face almost completely, save for the eyes that were shadowed by the hood. Their left arm hung dead at their side as they slowly walked closer.
Surely it wasn't another Ghostface, right? There were already three, technically. Why the hell would there be four? Were they not smart enough to follow the script? There were supposed to be two Ghostfaces, with the exception of Roman. And so far, no one had hunted Ghostface before. Although if Tara was being honest with herself, she would take up that mantle if ever given the chance.
She opened her mouth to say something, ask who their fourth party member was. But the person quickly lifted a gloved hand to their face, holding their finger over where she assumed their mouth was. Hush. Tara knew that one. And when she saw the knife gleaming in their hand, she quickly shut her mouth and nodded once.
The figure twirled the knife once. Tara barely even had time to breathe before the tip of the blade sliced its way through the back of Garret's head, extruding from his open mouth that was now no longer smiling. Someone screamed, but Tara just watched, frozen, as blood poured from the knife.
“Holy shit,” Ethan said.
He was soon interrupted by the sound of Garret choking on his own blood.
There was a wet, sickening sound as the knife pulled back. His eyes rolled back in his head before he fell to his knees, soon slumping over to the ground. He gagged and choked for a few more seconds, with everyone watching, motionless, before he fell silent. Only the occasional wet gasp broke the silence.
Tara lifted her eyes slowly, and her heart nearly beat out of her chest when she noticed the figure hold her gaze. She couldn’t see their eyes well, but she knew they were looking at her. There were almost no emotions in their eyes at all, nothing to show that they had just killed someone and was still standing in the ever growing pool of their blood.
“That one yours too?” Sam asked. She pulled Tara back into a corner, away from everyone else in the room.
“No,” Danny said. “It’s not.”
He tried to move closer to Sam, but one look from her kept him still. If it weren’t for the situation, Tara would’ve laughed at him. But she was a bit too worried about the new player of this sadistic game. If they weren’t one of Danny’s goons, then who were they? How had they gotten into the room so effortlessly? Did your family have any idea how many people knew the location of their supposedly safe room?
Ethan stepped back, tripping over his own feet on his way to stand next to Danny. Cute, Tara thought with a sneer before looking back at the figure who was still just standing there. What the hell was going on?
“What do we do?” Ethan asked.
Little bitch.
The figure blinked a few times before their eyes widened again. They wiped the knife on their pants leg before then pushing the hood back and away from their face. It was a Ghostface move, except for the shaking of hair that had Tara looking just a little closer-
-she knew that hair.
“I knew they couldn’t keep you down,” Danny said.
You just held his gaze. The half-mask stayed put, covering your face from the bridge of your nose down. There were bruises around your eyes that really made them pop. Not that Tara wanted to see it; she would rather you be safe and healed. Your arm still hung limply at your side. Bullet fragments, she remembered Mercy saying.
“How?” Tara asked quietly. You turned to look at her, and your eyes scrunched up.
“They’re high,” Danny said. “Aren’t you?” The scrunch of your eyes disappeared when you looked at him. “Mercy gave you the Vitale special.”
You still didn’t say anything.
“It’s fine with me,” Ethan said with a shrug and another twirl of his knife. “Means I get to kill you myself.”
You stepped backward until you were near the door while Ethan stalked forward. Tara knew how it was going to go; he was going to attack, you would either live or not, and then they were going to come after her and Sam. Even though they had said they wouldn’t, Tara wasn’t so naive as to believe them. Ghostface always targeted someone who went back to the original.
Amber’s face popped up in Tara’s mind again. She wanted her gone. She didn’t get to come back at the worst time possible while you were about to have to fight off Ethan. Why couldn’t she just leave her alone and let her move on? Tara wasn’t an original, she was just some kid from Woodsboro, she didn’t fit into this movie scheme that just wouldn’t quit.
Tara squeezed Sam’s hand when Ethan stepped closer, lifting the knife above his head. He was going to kill you, and you weren’t even trying to stop him. Why weren’t you trying to stop him? You had fought so hard, why was this any different? She needed you to put up a fight, she couldn’t live if you died-
-you turned the handle on the door and pushed it open before stepping to the side.
Gunshots rang through the small room, and Tara and Sam grabbed each other and fell to the floor. She could feel Sam’s hands covering her ears, and she quickly did the same. The shots were so loud, echoing throughout the room, leaving Tara’s ears ringing. Even when the shots stopped, she could hear them.
She flinched when a hand brushed against her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sam’s hands were still covering her ears, but she opened her eyes and looked up and met Pop’s eyes. He had the same eye scrunch that you did when he smiled. It was an adorable similarity.
“Come on, sweethearts,” Pop said far too gently. Or maybe it was the fact everything was muffled by Sam’s hands.
Pop grabbed her by both shoulders and helped her up to shaky feet. Directly across from her, Tony was helping Sam stand as well. Pop’s hands didn’t let her go even as she started to look around at the room. Blood was dripping down the walls and spreading under the now three dead bodies laying on the floor.
Sam gasped.
Tara’s head quickly turned to face her, following her line of sight to Danny’s body laying on the floor near the table. It was riddled with holes that Tara assumed came from all of your brothers that were still standing around with guns hanging from their hands.
She put her hand on Sam’s bicep as gently as possible, even though she still flinched in response. But she quickly recovered and covered Tara’s hand with her own, giving her a sad smile before looking at Danny’s body one last time. Tara couldn’t imagine how devastated she must have been.
Two boyfriends, two Ghostfaces.
Sam would definitely need more therapy.
She looked down at the bodies again and grimaced.
Maybe she would need therapy too.
“Are either of you hurt?” Dicky asked from his spot beside you. You were leaning further into his side, your injured arm held close to your body.
“No,” Sam said as she pulled Tara into her own side. As much as she wanted to protest, Tara eagerly allowed it.
“Then let’s get everyone out of here,” Joel said. “We can talk back at the hospital.”
Pop and Tony led both Carpenters out of the room. Tara looked back to see Dicky wrap his arm around your waist, and Alfie was right behind you. You looked utterly exhausted and leaned heavily into Dicky’s side. She hoped you were okay. You were still wounded, obviously, but she hoped you were okay.
Tara’s mind was running rampant the entire trip back to the hospital. What had Danny meant, you were high? What was the Vitale special? She didn’t know very much about your family’s business, but that indicated drugs. There was no way you had managed to hide drug use from her. Right? No, there was no way. You were a bit eccentric, but clearly so was the rest of your family. It wasn’t possible.
That led to Tara’s next thought; how was Sam going to feel about everything? About you, the possibility of drugs, the fact that you had gotten your family to kill her boyfriend? Sure, Sam had killed her first one, but this one? This one truthfully hadn’t even tried to kill her. It was some bullshit Romeo excuse, but at least it was different. Was Sam going to hate you for everything?
Her mind wouldn’t shut up the entire walk, and even when they all got settled back in your room and Mercy started hooking you up again, she couldn’t silence the thoughts. She did her best to listen to what Mercy was berating everyone for, but nothing was making sense. It was like listening to the parents from all those Peanuts cartoons back in the day.
She did her best not to gasp when Mercy removed the mask to show the bloody bandages covering the bottom half of your face. When she was finally done, and you were hooked up to whatever you were supposed to be hooked up to, everyone finally sat down.
“We can explain,” Mitch said after a few seconds of awkward silence.
“Go ahead,” Tara said with a shrug. “I’ll accept anything at this point.”
“Danny wasn’t Y/N’s emergency contact,” Martha said from her spot at the long table in the room. “And none of us called him.” She shrugged. “I bugged his phone when he was in here.”
Tara had forgotten Martha was your tech guru. She looked over at you to see your reaction to the whole thing. Your eyes were open, but you were just staring at the spot right above the door. From what little you had told Danny, he had been your friend. Someone you had trusted. How did it feel to know he had been more than happy to sacrifice you for the chance at keeping his girl?
"He didn't even hide it in his texts," Alfie said with a shrug.
"Amateur," Martha scoffed.
"They won't be hurting anybody anymore," Pop said quickly before the conversation could take a different turn.
Everyone mumbled their agreements before going silent. It was more uncomfortable than nearly anything else Tara had ever experienced, which was saying a lot. She had been abandoned by both parents, left by her sister, nearly murdered by her girlfriend, killed her own girlfriend, and now had just seen three men get brutally killed. And yet, the silence of your family still trumped everything else.
Thankfully it wasn’t too much longer before everyone started talking again, laughing and joking and acting like a family again. But Tara couldn't help but notice that you were still unmoving, not even looking at whoever was talking. At one point, Ma moved until she was sitting directly beside you, talking with you until you finally nodded your head. She smiled, pressed a kiss to your head, and moved back to her original spot.
It wasn't until you finally fell asleep that everyone quieted down. Most bid their goodbyes, saying they would be back later. The kids should come, your Pop had insisted, and everyone mumbled agreements on their way out. Ma and Pop left the room to bring back some food, and Tara was left alone with Sam.
What was she supposed to talk about now? Did she apologise to Sam for her boyfriend getting killed? She hadn’t exactly done that with Richie, and this was the second time. Tara was no professional, but she knew for a fact there wasn’t some script for how to handle two of your boyfriends being Ghostface.
You shifted on the bed, and both Tara and Sam looked at you quickly. But you settled almost instantly and fell back asleep. She exhaled slowly and looked down at her hands. You were okay. Just sleeping. Yeah, just sleeping.
“We need a vacation,” Sam said, pulling Tara’s thoughts back to the situation at hand.
“Before or after therapy?” Tara asked. From her seat directly beside her, Sam gave her a tired smile.
“Definitely before,” she said with a nod. “Cancun?”
“I can work with that,” Tara said. “Just the two of us?”
“Yup,” Sam answered. She was still looking around the room, not focusing on any one thing. “10 days in Cancun, you and me, no distractions.”
“We can get everybody a t-shirt,” Tara continued.
They both laughed lightly, letting the conversation die down. Maybe talking things over with Sam wouldn’t be too awful. They would still very much need therapy but maybe they could get through it together again. Tara reached over and grabbed Sam’s hand, locking their fingers together.
“You know what I was thinking?” Sam asked once their tired laughter had died down.
Tara hummed in response.
“The next few weeks are going to be so nice,” Sam continued, squeezing Tara’s hand lightly.
“Why?”
“Y/N can’t talk.”
“Sam,” Tara scolded. But even she couldn’t deny that maybe it wouldn’t be such an awful thing.
“Should make it easy though,” Sam continued. “Now you can tell them how you feel without interruption.”
Tara sighed. Seemed Sam wasn’t going to let it go. Didn’t she know there were other things to worry about? Like the three guys they had just seen get shot to hell? Or the fact that they were now apparently part of some crime family with no known weaknesses? There was no way Tara’s admission to you was her top priority at the moment.
“This could have been a lot worse, T,” Sam said, finally turning to look at Tara. “Don’t wait.”
“Thought you hated them,” she said slowly. It was beyond clear that wasn’t the case anymore, but she wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t going to do something reckless until she knew all the facts.
“I do,” Sam said. “They’re the most insufferable person I know.” She smiled. “But I trust them.” Her smile turned into a smirk. “And I know you don’t sleep with just anyone.”
“Oh my god, stop,” Tara groaned.
“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten,” Sam said even as Tara pulled her hand away and back into her lap. “I may not have seen much, but I’ll never get that out of my head.”
“I’m not having a sex talk with you,” Tara said.
“Were you at least safe?” Sam continued. “Condoms, dental dams, have they been checked?”
“Sam?” Tara said. Sam looked over at her. “Get out.”
“Okay,” Sam said as she held her hands up in surrender. “But you better tell them.”
Tara watched Sam carefully as she stood up and left the room. They both knew they weren’t being serious; at least Tara hoped Sam knew. But she instantly started to regret her decision to kick Sam out when she realised now she was alone with you for the first time since… well, since she had stayed at your family’s house.
And now your eyes were open and you were looking at the ceiling again, seemingly in a daze.
“Hey,” Tara said softly. You blinked slowly before turning your head in her direction.
Obviously, you didn’t say anything.
Tara stood up and stretched as she looked around the room. Danny had said you were annoying everyone, so clearly you were talking to them somehow. Couldn’t be a phone, yours was nowhere to be seen. She looked over every inch of space, seeing nothing that would suffice. Well, seeing nothing until she finally found the small whiteboard at the foot of the bed. With shaky hands, she grabbed it and brought it back to the bed, setting it down on your lap.
“How are you feeling?” She asked. She waited as you slowly grabbed the marker and started writing on the board with messy handwriting.
Better than Ghostface.
Yeah, you were fine.
“Did you hear what Sam and I were talking about?” She asked.
You nodded, and that little crinkle under your eyes came back. She huffed; of course you did. It shouldn’t have been any surprise, you were apparently good at hearing things you weren’t supposed to. Maybe it was just something you were particularly adept at.
You started writing on the board again.
Gale told me the same thing.
Tara’s heartbeat was loud in her ears.
“You first,” she said quickly. Your crinkled eyes disappeared, transforming into a frown. “You’re oldest, you first.”
She heard you exhale harshly through your nose. Please do it, she thought when you still hadn’t moved. If you said it first, then she would know how to go about everything. Because what if you didn’t actually feel the same way? Sure, you had fought Ghostface, but that could be chalked down to survival. What if she was being delusional and you didn’t really like her like that, you only wanted to get laid?
You looked back down at the whiteboard and used the hospital blanket to clear it. With a shaky hand, you started writing again. She tried to follow what you were writing, but when you noticed, you moved the board sideways so she couldn’t see it.
Never mind. She didn’t feel bad for you anymore, you could suffer for all she cared.
When you put the whiteboard back down, it took a moment for her eyes to refocus before she could actually read what you had written. Her heart was so loud in her ears she almost couldn’t read. But when she could, she almost laughed.
I like like you.
She looked up at you. Your eyes sparkled for a second before you looked back down at the board, hastily scribbling something else down.
Not just for sex.
Now at that she did laugh, although it was more of a nervous laugh than anything else. She wouldn’t ever admit it to you, but you had just eased one of her biggest worries. Tara was more than aware that she had used you at that frat party all those months ago, but she had hoped you weren’t just doing the same thing.
Now she knew better.
“We’re not in middle school,” Tara said as she pointed her finger at the first sentence you had written. You rolled your eyes. Her hands felt clammy. “But I like like you too.”
Your head turned so quickly Tara almost thought she heard a pop from your neck. The eye contact was borderline unbearable; it was like you were searching her soul. That clamminess in her hands only got worse, and she pulled them back and rubbed them on her pants. She knew you couldn’t talk, but the silence was drowning her in her own thoughts.
You erased the whiteboard and wrote on it again.
Does this mean I have to be nice to Sam?
“Yes it does,” Tara said without hesitation, all worry from only a second ago now gone. “Chad too.”
You groaned, the first noise she had heard from you since she had seen you again. It was scratchy and almost a little funny sounding.
An idea popped into Tara’s head, and before she could talk herself out of it, she nudged your side gently. You frowned at her for a second before moving over, an almost inaudible groan leaving your lips. Her palms got sweaty again as she climbed into the bed and sat down next to you. It was like you were nothing more than a puppet as she grabbed your free hand and brought it into her lap.
She felt you move and heard the marker against the whiteboard.
You won’t leave?
“I mean,” Tara smiled to herself as she recalled what you had told her in the theatre. “I’ll have to leave to pee at some point.”
You groaned again and threw your head back against the pillow while Tara couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling past her lips. Seemed you could dish it out, but you couldn’t take it so well. But then you squeezed her fingers and turned your head to look at her again.
“Get some sleep,” Tara said softly. “I’ll be here.”
You held her eyes for a moment before you nodded once. Your eyes crinkled, and it left a warmth in Tara’s chest. She held still as you shifted around, scooting down on the bed until you could lean your head against her arm. You left your hand in her lap and it only took a few seconds before you were out again.
Only after she was sure you were asleep did Tara lean down and press a lingering kiss to the top of your head. All the anxiety and fear from the past few days disappeared with each calm, steady breath you took. Ghostface was gone, no one would even know they were gone, and maybe this whole fad could fade away.
With the comforting thought of finally getting some peace, Tara leaned back against the bed and closed her own eyes. Sleep had never come so easily.
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The Summer I Loved You -> E.L.
🐚🍸🪝
Part 2!
That night, clad in a bikini top and shorts, you walked barefoot to the beach with the other girls, Chad and Ethan already somewhere at the party. Anika had talked your ear off for half an hour, desperate for advice on what to do about she and Mindy’s anniversary, and you’d happily obliged. Tara and Mindy had mixed the drinks, and now the four of you were all slightly buzzed and approaching the group of college students milling about near the water, the ocean a dull roar in the background as it settled.
You spotted Chad first, talking closely with a blonde girl in a halter top, the two of them laughing as they spoke. Mindy and Anika beelined for the kegs propped like traffic cones around the beach, Tara making her way over to steal Chad’s attention from the girl he’d just met.
Ethan, on the other hand, was no where in sight.
“Have you seen E?” You asked Chad, following after Tara, and your roommate gave you a quick, confused glance.
“Thought he went back to the house to meet up with you?” He said and your eyebrows furrowed.
“Is he the cute one with the curly hair?” The blonde piped up helpfully and you slid a sharp glance to her. “Pretty sure he’s talking to Maddie.”
“Who?” You asked, tone flat, and the girl pointed.
“They seemed like they were really hitting it off. Are you like, his sister?”
“Friend.” You grumbled, earning a pinch from Chad, who dropped an empty solo cup into your hand.
“My love, can you please go and make yourself a vodka cranberry and then let me have a sip? You make them the best.”
“Oh shit.” The blonde said, once again cutting into you and Chad’s conversation. “Are you two together?”
“No.” You told her, a bit sharply, and rolled your eyes at Chad. “I’m gonna find E. I may or may not give you a sip of my drink.”
“You wound me, Y/N.” Chad called after you as you walked away, headed towards the bottles of alcohol stuck in the sand.
You mixed a drink quickly, praying there wasn’t anything funny inside the fruit juice or vodka bottle you’d selected, and looked around. Where was Ethan? You took a drink and walked the outskirts of the party, searching faces for any sign of your friend. Chad was still with the blonde, although now he had her locked in an intense make-out session that made you cringe. Mindy and Anika sat side by side by the fire, giggling with another couple. And Tara laughed as she played beer pong with a group of younger looking kids, some of them that looked suspiciously like high-schoolers.
But Ethan—oh.
Ethan was sitting on the ground, elbows on his knees as a ginger sat next to him—Maddie, you guessed—combing fingers through his messy curls. His smile was serene, eyes fixed on hers as he listened to whatever she was saying. And your stomach twisted hard, a sick, icy feeling running across your skin, as she leaned closer to him, whispering something into his ear.
You sucked in a breath and spun your heel, walking back the way you came. The necklace around your throat felt hot as a brand, suddenly heavier than the light chain should’ve been as you moved. There was no reason for you to be upset, right? He could talk to whoever he wanted. It was fine. It was—
“Y/N!” You heard him shout and then he was there, moving in front of you to halt your movements. His brown eyes were wide as he took in your face, eyebrows knitting together. “I uh—I saw you but then you walked off.”
“I’m tired.” You told him, moving to walk past as you took a sip of the drink.
“You just got here.” He protested, keeping pace as you moved closer to the water, your toes sinking into wet sand. Jagged pieces of shell were expertly dodged as you walked, eyes on the dark ground. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“You seemed busy.” Your voice was sharper than you wanted it to be, and you cringed. “Go back to what’s-her-face.”
“I don’t want to. I want to hang out with you.”
“You two looked cozy.”
“It’s not like that, what’s wrong?”
“Not like what?” You asked, glancing over as you paused. God, he was right, what was wrong with you? “It’s fine if you want to talk to a girl, E. I’m not trying to bother you, okay?”
“You’re not bothering me—fuck.” He ran a hand through the curls the other girl had just touched and you tracked the movements, feeling unwell. “She came up to me, okay? I was sitting by myself waiting for you—”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me—”
“It seems like I do because you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Then why—” Ethan stopped, letting out a noise of frustration as rested his palms on the top of his head, glancing up at the night sky for a moment before looking back to you. “Why are we doing this? I haven’t seen you in months. I just want to spend time with you. Okay? You.”
You crossed your arms, sighing as you glanced out at the water. He was right—it was ridiculous that you were upset. He could talk to whoever he wanted, and it shouldn’t bother you. If he wanted to spend time with you at all, shouldn’t you just take it happily? Wasn’t he your favorite person?
“Sorry.” You said quietly, looking back to him. He was closer than, when you’d been annoyed, had registered, and you felt yourself relax a fraction when he placed his hands on your shoulders, sliding them down to pull you into him.
“You don’t have to apologize to me. I just...I hate it when you’re mad.” He frowned, a dramatic pout, and you smiled hesitantly. “I need my rock.” You smiled further, watching his eyes bounce around your face. His chest rose as he took in a breath, reaching to snatch your drink from your hand. “May I?”
“Sure.”
The two of you walked down the beach for a moment, eyes fixed on the water, the steady sound of the waves and the noises that always accompanied the night surrounding you. Ethan stayed quiet, seemingly deep in thought for a few moments before he spoke.
“So...” He started and you glanced over, curious. “Breakfast. Tomorrow.” He side-eyed you and you smirked. “Are we making the Y/N Special?”
“Pancakes with blueberries and chocolate?” You teased, watching him rub his stomach enthusiastically. “Bacon? Freshly squeezed orange juice?”
“Don’t tease me.” He groaned, shoving you playfully. “I cant wait that long. I need it now.”
“Be patient, my young friend.” You crooned, reaching out to ruffle his hair. It was soft and slightly salty; the smell of his shampoo—coconut, as always—met your nose when he moved closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked. “Those who are patient are always rewarded.”
“How wise.” He snorted, glancing down at you with amused eyes. “I want to juice the oranges this year, though. Last year you got pulp all over the kitchen.”
“I did not.”
“You did. You did and I had to clean it up.”
“I helped!”
“You stood there laughing the entire time.”
“You had pulp on your face.”
“Thanks to you.” The two of you shared a grin and you rolled your eyes, leaning further into him as you walked. “Besides. Chad’s not going to help make breakfast, and Anika will probably insist on some boring egg-white bullshit again.”
“She’s healthy.”
“Boring.”
Two of you argued over your friend group’s antics for a bit longer as you approached the beach house, walking up the steps and inside. The air was crisp inside the house, cold enough that goosebumps popped up on your skin. Wordlessly, as if he always did it, Ethan passed you one of his sweatshirts. It engulfed you when you wore it, covering your shorts, but you didn’t mind.
You didn’t mind anything when it came to him.
SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE BUT HERE YOU GO MY SCREAM FANSS
Part ONE FOR ANYONE THAT DIDNT SEE IT
#ethan landry angst#ethan bailey#ethan landry x you#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry oneshot#ethan landry fluff
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Chad: *fixin up the tub*
Greg: GRAJGFHSHAHGHAHFH
#ts4#the sims 4#sims 4#simblr#not so berry#nsb#not so berry gen 6#not so berry orange#chad mills#greg lunvik
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Uncovering the unreleased Far Cry 5 in-game Encyclopedia
The almost complete but unused in-game encyclopedia, reconstructed thanks to the oasisstrings file.
Please note that it’s still cut content, so some information might not be relevant anymore.
You can read the oasisstrings file here. Pictures from this encyclopedia were also extracted and posted by @xbaebsae here.
Part 3: Locations - Whitetail Mountains
PIN-K0 Radar Station
Part of the Pine Line early warning system, the K0 facility was shuttered in the early 90's and left to the elements.
Rattlesnake Trail Bridge
A footbridge along the Makwa Trail, it connects one side of the gorge to the other, like bridges are supposed to do.
Snowshoe Lake
A clear glacial lake high up in the Whitetail Mountains. The water is always near freezing which makes skinny dipping a terrible idea.
Hunter’s Pass Shelter
A remote cabin used as a place to warm up or stay the night by hunters.
Ozhigwan Falls
One of the highest in the area, Ozhigwan falls is one of the natural wonders of the Park.... just don't step too close.
Jefferson Lookout Tower
A watch tower in the middle of the forest, meant to keep an eye out for forest fires or bears... or bears on fire.
Whitetail Park Visitor Center
It's where you'd go to find out what's going on at Whitetail Park, back when it was operational.
Hawkeye Tunnel
A tunnel through the mountain that offers a bird's eye view of the valley below.
Whitetail Park Ranger Station
The Ranger Station that patrols the Whitetail Park to keep it safe back when it was still open.
McKinley Dam
Named after the 25th president of the United States, McKinley Dam is used to regulate water and supply power to the people of Hope County.
Jacob’s Armory
Jacob has converted part of the McKinley Dam power station to be used as sanctuary against the coming apocalypse.
Grand View Hotel
The historic hotel in the Whitetail Mountains it was once the crown jewel of the park. Financial problems shut it down in the 80's. It's been empty ever since.
North Park Entrance
The Northern most entrance to Whitetail Park, abandoned now that the park is closed.
Bo’s Cave
A renown survivalist, Bo lives deep in forest. He is completely off the grid with none of the comforts of modern life.
Cooper Cabin
Another cabin that can be rented at Whitetail Park. Lately has been used as a safe-house by the Whitetail Militia.
Red Tail Cabin
A cabin in Whitetail Park that Eli's Militia use to take refuge from the constant attacks from Jacob's patrols.
F.A.N.G. Center
Friends of the Animals Nursing Grounds is home to Cheeseburger the Bear. Feeding times are 12:00 and 6:00 daily.
St. Francis Veteran's Center
A medical center for returning veterans, St. Francis was shuttered in the 90's when a more modern facility was constructed in a nearby county. When Eden's Gate moved in, Jacob found use for it as a place to indoctrinate his new recruits.
Lansdowne Airstrip
A small airstrip used by the locals for shipping in supplies and sightseeing tours.
Elliot Residence
Home to Rick Elliot and his family, one of the last people to holdout against Jacob and his army.
The Grill Streak
When Chad's diner was burned to the ground he retreated to his food truck. He still works hard to find food for Eli and his Militia.
Breakthrough Camp
A camp where parents sent their rebellious youth in order to get a taste of clean, wholesome outdoor living.
Old Sun Outfitters
The main supply store for camping and survival gear in the area. Seeing the writing on the wall, the owners closed shop and left while they still could.
Baron Lumber Mill
The Baron family lumber mill was already failing financially when Eden's Gate moved in and bought it out.
McNeill Residence
This house once belonged to the McNeill family before they were deemed sinners in the eyes of the cult and were forced to flee.
Linero Building Supplies
A small building supply store that sold lumber and materials. The owners ended up joining Eden's Gate, though not all of them willingly.
Haskell Lookout Tower
A watch tower overlooking the north region of the Whitetail Park.
Fort Drubman
Pretty much all the Hurk Sr. has left after his divorce from Adelaide. It's from here he runs his senate campaign with the dubious help of his son, Hurk Jr.
MCA Mobile Lab
A mobile lab where the Montana Conservation Authority conducts research on the local flora and fauna.
Loresca Residence
Former residence of Jay Loresca, former Navy Seal. Rumor has it he joined the Whitetails, but it's certain that he’s long gone.
Whitetail Mountains Rail Bridge
A bridge connecting the Henbane River and the Whitetail Mountains. It's been out of use ever since the Copperhead Rail stopped running.
Elk Jaw Lodge
Part of the Whitetail Park the Elk Jaw Lodge was a nice place to relax near Silver Lake. Now... not so much.
Wolf’s Den
The secret bunker of the Whitetail Militia, home to Eli, their leader, as well as Tammy and Wheaty.
Oberlin Picnic Area
A nice place for a group to sit down, eat, and take in baseball game at the nearby diamond.
Osprey Cabin
One of the many cabins that visitors can rent at Whitetail Park. Named after birds of prey, thy are the perfect hiding places for Eli's Militia.
Kestrel Cabin
One of the handful of individual cabins available to rent at Whitetail Park.
Mansfield Lookout Tower
An abandoned fire watch tower overlooking the southern region of Whitetail Park.
Frank’s Cabin
A cabin owned by a recluse known as Lonely Frank. He seems to like it that way.
Dansky Cabin
This is where Dicky Dansky comes to write his books about Sasquatches, Bigfoot, and other cryptids.
Valley View Overlook
A place for visitors to stop and take in the view of the forest below.
Stone Ridge Chalet
High up on a rocky ridge is a Chalet where hunters and park visitors could come and warm up.
Silver Lake Parking Lot
A nice place to stop and take a refreshing dip in nearby Silver Lake.
Clagett Boathouse
A boathouse and docks maintained by the Old Sun Outfitters.
Salvage Camp
A small camp where a salvage company is attempting to recover items from the wreck of a sunken plane
Dylan’s Master Bait Shop
In case you needed some fishing pointers... Dylan will likely just point you somewhere else.
Langford Falls Parking Lot
A spot for visitors to pause and take in the beauty of the nearby Langford Falls.
Widow’s Creek
One of Skylar's favorite fishing spots. She'll probably tell you where it got its name.
Fowler’s Retreat
A not-so-secret place where Dave keeps all of his extra Cheeseburger merchandise.
South Park Entrance
The southern enterance to Whitetail Park. Once the gem of Hope County, it has seen better days.
#far cry 5#hope county#whitetail mountains#jacob seed#bo adams#cheeseburger#chad wolanski#hurk drubman jr#hurk drubman sr#eli palmer#tammy barnes#wheaty#dylan#skylar kohrs#dave fowler
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ChadGPT
Tristan really could not stand his roommate. Chad. Even the name. It was fitting for a ruthless jock like him.
Tristan liked Chad best, when he was out partying, which thankfully happened a lot. That meant a Chad-free evening for Tristan, which meant he could read and learn in peace for a change. Unfortunately, that peace usually ended rather abruptly when Chad came home late at night or early in the morning. Sometimes he brought buddies of his along, the same run-of-the-mill jock type who probably couldn't even write down their names without errors. Together, they were usually that noisy drinking and laughing that Tristan would wake up multiple times the night. But those were the good nights.
Other nights, Chad brought home one or two women. Always the same type, blond, big-busted and blockheaded. Tristan had no idea if it was the same girl every time, but he suspected it were different women - although he wasn't sure where all those similar women came from. Regardless of that, all of them had one thing in common: They were *loud*.
Tristan usually woke up from their high pitched giggles when they entered the dorm. Yes, Tristan had an own bedroom, but the walls were paper-thin, and he could usually hear everything. And "everything" meant in this case the moans and cries when Chad took them on his bed - which was just a paper-thin wall from Tristan’s bed. In these nights, Tristan had no chance of sleep and often tried to drown out the noises from the other room by wearing headphones with loud music.
Did it bother Tristan so much because he was gay? Probably! Because he was kind of envious that Chad had a fulfilling sex life? Perhaps.
However, in some ways the days were much worse than the days. Chad was quite possibly the worst roommate in the whole universe. He never cleaned (on the contrary, he *constantly* littered the floor with worn clothes, trash and even dishes) made fun of Tristan in front of his friends because he was gay and, of course, always got in trouble with the administration - last month for smoking in the room!
Of course, Tristan had tried to appeal to the administration to change rooms - or give him another roommate. However, the college didn't seem to care about that too much and they told him to resolve any issues with his roommate himself.
So, that's what Tristan did. Every night he couldn't sleep because of Chad, he began working on a permanent solution for the problem. Tristan was majoring in nanotechnology and had a major interest in data science. The raise of large language models everywhere fascinated him, so he figured he could find a technical solution to his roommate problem.
Finally, after countless sleepless nights, he was finished. All checkmarks were green, and the software confirmed connection to the hardware. His means of revenge were finally ready.
Early the next morning he made a coffee and added the silvery goo of nanobots he created for this. He knew that Chad wouldn't be able to resist it if he just left it on the counter as if he had forgotten it.
Tristan couldn't wait until, finally, the snoring from the other room stopped and he heard Chad get up and throw out his latest bimbo. Now it couldn't be long until...
"Yo, nerd! Your coffee tastes like shit!"
Tristan shook his head. So predictable.
He made his way into the common living room/kitchen and looked at Chad, just clad into some read sweatpants, flaunting his natural good looks. Time to test his invention.
"Well, I'm sorry *my* coffee was not to your liking." Tristan said sarcastically.
"Perhaps you could clean up the dishes around here, Chad. Including my cup of coffee, you drank."
"Or perhaps... no!" Chad said and laughed a dumb laugh. God, Tristan hated just every trait of this dumb brute.
"Could you please do the dishes... ChadGPT?" Tristan asked again with a sly smile.
Chad wanted to tell Tristan to fuck off, perhaps even insult him a bit along the way, but to his immense surprise, he was forced to say in a friendly tone:
"Of course, Tristan. I will gladly do the dishes now, including the cup of coffee that I just emptied." Against his will, his body began to move on its own as he started to collect the dishes.
"What is going on? What are you doing to me? I don't want this!" Chad exclaimed, but apparently had lost all control over his limbs. He needed to resist. He mentally strained against the foreign control, and really, could get his body to stop.
However, the next thing he said was, in the same calm and friendly tone:
"Apologies for the confusion. Apparently, there is an internal issue here. Please wait while the error is being corrected."
To his horror, he could see his hands change in front of him - instead of skin and flesh, they turned into hard skin colored plastic with joints that showed some dark metal underneath. He instantly lost all feeling in his hands. Needless to say, Chad was scared shitless.
"Okay, okay, I'll do the dishes, just stop this!", he begged and quickly resumed picking up the dishes.
The changes stopped and Tristan, who had sat down and enjoyed seeing his invention work so flawlessly, laughed at the scene. Oh, this would be good. What to do next...
As soon as Chad was finished with the dishes, he turned around to Tristan:
"Please change me back! I don't know what you did, but please undo it - look at my hands, that's unnatural!"
Tristan pretended to think about it before saying: "Naaah. Not yet at least. How about you tidy up the whole place first? Including my room, of course. Would you do that, ChadGPT?"
What Chad wanted to say was: "Come on! Don't be like that!". However, out of his mouth came:
"Apologies for the confusion. Apparently, there is an internal issue here. Please wait while the error is being corrected."
The numbness of his hands spread to his arms up to his armpits. They, too turned to plastic, modelled after a muscular, decidedly male set of arms. When they moved, Chad could hear a faint whirring from below the 'skin'. His feet and legs were next, the numbness spreading up quickly. Before they reached his groin, Chad caved.
"Alright, alright. I'll do it, I'll do everything!" And got to work quickly. He just surrendered control. A cold, systematic computational will took over his body and controlled it to systematically clean the whole place, room by room, piece by piece. He moved at a constant speed, never speeding up, never slowing down. Finally, he was done. He had worked up a bit of sweat but was finally finished. Hopefully, Tristan would stop this madness now.
"I've done it, now please..."
"Naaah, I think there's more to do for you. ChadGPT, please do the following: Clean out your room and throw away your stuff, you won't need it anymore. Then, exmatriculate from the college. And finally, send me all the money you have."
Chad was taken aback. What kind of sick joke was that? Tristan couldn't force him to give up his life. He shook his head with all might. While doing so, he said:
"Apologies for the confusion. Apparently, there is an internal issue here. Please wait while the error is being corrected."
This time, the feeling spread over his torso first. His skin was replaced by smooth plastic, with no body hair in sight. His pecs got pronounced and defined, with ridges in the plastic showing spectacular but artificial abs and pecs. Everything was perfectly symmetrical. At the same time, he felt his groin and ass change into a complex system of tubes and hydraulics, hidden behind a smooth removable bulge of plastic that gave the appearance of a large cock when he was wearing pants. His nipples changed to bright red dots, nothing more than colors on his sculpted chest.
The only thing that was left of him was his head, but Chad didn't want to risk that and started doing as he was told.
When he came back from cleaning out his room, he saw that Tristan had fished out his cock from and was idly playing with himself, while watching Chad. Apparently, that pervert even got off to humiliating him. Still, he continued his tasks, looking at Tristan as little as possible. It hurt a lot to transfer all his funds to Tristan, but better that than the alternative.
"I'm finished." He finally said, defeated.
Tristan looked at Chad with a wicked smile, while working his cock with the right hand. Oh, sweet revenge.
"Good. Then you're free to go..." Just as Tristan saw the relief on Chad's face, he added: "...almost. ChadGPT, please come here and give me a blowjob."
Chad's reaction came instinctively and without thinking:
"What? I'm not gonna give you fag a... a... Apologies for the confusion. Apparently, there is an internal issue here. Please wait while the error is being corrected."
No, nooo! He should have just given the asshole what he wanted. Chad's expression became neutral, as his head turned into plastic and silicone, with artificial hair and sharply defined eyebrows. His will was put into the back seat permanently, as his brain turned into a cold computer processor and ChadGPT took over for good. With a friendly, monotone voice he said:
"Of course, Master Tristan."
Chad could only scream internally, as his body, which was turned into some kind of human-like-sexdoll-android kneeled down to Tristan’s cock and activated the fleshlight mode.
Tristan leaned back content. He had solved the Chad-problem and had gotten a new permanent servant with ChadGPT.
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character list
the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them
Hamilton
Eliza Schuyler
Angelica Schuyler
Peggy Schuyler
Maria Reynolds
Alexander Hamilton
John Laurens
Philip Hamilton
Lafayette
Hercules Mulligan
James Madison
Thomas Jefferson
Aaron Burr
Umbrella Academy
Viktor Hargreeves
Diego Hargreeves
Klaus Hargreeves
Allison Hargreeves
Luther Hargreeves
Five Hargreeves
Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)
Sloane Hargreeves
Jayme Hargreeves
Stranger Things
Will Byers (non female readers only)
Mike Wheeler
Lucas Sinclair
Dustin Henderson
Eleven Hopper
Max Mayfield
Robin Buckley (non male readers only)
Nancy Wheeler
Jonathan Byers
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
21 Chump Street
Justin Laboy
The Goldfinch
Boris Pavlikovsky
Theodore Decker
Marvel
Peter Parker (any actor)
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Makkari
Sersi
Sprite (platonic only)
Steven Grant
Marc Spector
Layla El-Faouly
America Chavez (non male readers only)
Kate Bishop
Yelena Belova (platonic only)
Shuri
Namor
Riri Williams
X-Men
Mystique
Kitty Pryde
Peter Maximoff
Rogue
In The Heights (movie version)
Usnavi de la Vega
Vanessa
Nina Rosario
Benny
Sonny de la Vega
Heathers
Veronica Sawyer
JD (Jason Dean)
Heather Chandler
Heather McNamara
Heather Duke
John Doe
John Doe
Ride The Cyclone
Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)
Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg
Mischa Bachinski
Constance Blackwood
Ricky Potts
Hatchetfieldverse
Paul Matthews
Emma Perkins
Ted Spankoffski
Bill Woodard
Ruth Fleming
Pete Spankoffski
Richie Lipschitz
Max Jagerman
Grace Chasity
Lex Foster
Ethan Green
Hannah Foster (platonic only)
Heartstopper
Charlie Spring (non female readers only)
Nick Nelson
Tara Jones (non male readers only)
Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)
Elle Argent
Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))
Tori Spring
Imogen Heaney
Isaac Henderson (platonic only)
Do Revenge
Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)
Drea Torres
Deadpool
Wade Wilson/Deadpool
Wednesday
Wednesday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Bianca Barclay
Xavier Thorpe
Ajax Petropolus
Eugene Otinger
(young) Morticia Addams
(young) Gomez Addams
Beetlejuice
Lydia Deetz
Tomorrow When The War Began
Ellie Linton
Lee Takkam
Fiona Maxwell
Homer Yannos
Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse
Miles Morales
Gwen Stacy
Pavitr Prabhakar
Hobie Brown
Margo Kess
Miles G Morales (earth 42)
Miguel O’Hara
Maze Runner
Thomas
Newt (non female readers only)
The Broken Hearts Gallery
Lucy Gulliver
Nadine (non male readers only)
Nick Danielson
Treasure Planet
Jim Hawkins
Enola Holmes
Enola Holmes
Lord Tewkesbury
Turning Red
Mei Mei
Miriam
Abby
Priya
Raising Dion
Nicole Warren
Tevin Wakefield
Dion Warren (platonic only)
Julie and the Phantoms
Julie Molina
Luke Patterson
Reggie Peters
Alex Mercer (non female readers only)
Flynn
Carrie
Abbott Elementary
Janine Teagues
Jacob Hill (non female readers only)
Gregory Eddie
Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Jake Peralta
Amy Santiago
Rosa Diaz
Love Victor
Victor Salazar (non female readers only)
Benji (non female readers only)
Felix Weston
Pilar Salazar
Lake Meriwether
Lucy
Mia Brooks
Andrew
In Treatment
Eladio
Laila
Spree
Kurt Kunkle
Once Upon a Time
Emma Swan
Regina Mills
Killian Jones
Mary Margaret Blanchard
David Nolan
Henry Mills
Mulan (non male readers only)
Graham
Neal Cassidy
Peter Pan
Jefferson
Dash and Lily
Dash
Lily
Boomer
Juno
Juno MacGuff
Paulie Bleeker
Summer Days Summer Nights
Debbie Espinoza
Frankie Espinoza
Scream (1 through 6)
Sidney Prescott
Billy Loomis
Mickey Altieri
Roman Bridger
Jill Roberts
Charlie Walker
Sam Carpenter
Tara Carpenter
Amber Freeman
Chad Meeks-Martin
Mindy Meeks-Martin
Quinn Bailey
Venom
Eddie Brock
Honest Thief
Ramon Hall
Beth Hall
Wild Child
Poppy Moore
Kate
Drippy
Freddie Kingsley
Monsters and Men
Manny Ortega
Marisol Ortega
Ghostbusters: Afterlife
Trevor Spengler
Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)
Error 143
Micah Yujin
Community
Abed Nadir
Troy Barnes
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Chapter 2
pairing: eventually, Rhett Abbott x female!reader. Female!Reader x Luke Tillerson. Reader's last name is Lawton
word count: 4.9k
warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, mentions of cheating, mentions of dementia, slight spoilers to outer range. eventual: death, murder, fighting, excessive drinking, cheating, birth.
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Chad Lawton was one the big three in the small town of Wabang. He owned a ranch on the opposite side of town, far away from the Tillersons and Abbotts. His old man once said that it was the smartest thing his great-great grandfather could’ve done to purchase land as far away from the Tillerson/Abbott mess. It gave them peace and comfort, and it kept the “noise” that the Tillerson and Abbott boys liked to cause. But that of course didn’t seem to stop as the kids grew up. Wabang was a small town full of people who never escaped. The Tillersons, Lawtons, and Abbotts had been somewhat friendly since the day they all moved there.
So when one day Chad Lawton found himself in the middle of town in just his pajamas and bathrobe, Cecilia knew there was something very wrong. She had called Brooks immediately and told him what was going on. The Lawton boy came into town very quickly seeing his father all worked up and yelling at Deputy Joy to get the fuck away from him. It took nearly ten minutes for Chad to calm down enough for Brooks to even approach and another ten for him to get into Brooks’ truck. That night the town gossip was hot as they talked about what had happened.
Brooks tried to ignore it the best he could, but it was everywhere he went. Even weeks after the incident, the town heifers were still talking about it. He heard the whispers at the grocery store, at the barber shop, at the trading mill, at the rodeo. He was thankful to have a good relationship with the Abbotts, and for Cecilia putting a squash to it.
“I wouldn’t be talking about other folks’ business, when your husband was running around chasing an under aged tail at the rodeo last weekend.” Cecilia had whispered to one of the church ladies in the middle of a service. Brooks couldn’t help but laugh and felt like he could go to Cecilia for help. It was actually her advice in calling Y/N back to Wabang.
Which is how she found herself now, sitting at her kitchen table with her brother and fiance, looking like they were ready to murder each other. Y/N had come back about five months ago, a couple weeks after the pajama incident and found the house in disarray. Brooks had told her that their dad had started to lose his mind, she just never really knew what he meant until she saw it for herself. Her heart shattered in her chest when Chad Lawton didn’t even recognize his own daughter. She had cried in Luke’s arms for hours that night about her dad’s condition. And with his help they drove up to Cheyenne to get Chad seen by a specialist.
“I am not hiring some stranger to take care of him! We can do it!”
“No we can’t, B!” Y/N sighed, running her hands through her hair, “You and I both have day long jobs, you have rides on the-”
“I’ll give it up!”
“Are you hearing yourself? You’re going to give up your dream-”
“If that means staying with dad then yes I will,” Brooks said, stomping his foot.
“Do you not hear how you sound right now! Like a child, Brooks!” Y/N yelled. Luke stood up from his spot and stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders, “You can’t take care of him on your own. What’s to stop him from wandering into town again? Or worse, driving off somewhere on the ranch. We have hundreds of acres he can get lost on.”
“It’s the best for him, Brooks-”
“Hey, you shut the fuck up,” Brooks said clenching his jaw and pointing a finger at Luke, “You have no right to talk about our family business, you damn vulture. Why don’t you go sleep with some-”
“Fucking christ!” Y/N cursed and pushed herself up from the table, and stormed down to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Luke looked down at his boots as Brooks walked out the front door, slamming it shut as well. Luke sighed and walked down the hallway, knocking on the locked door.
“Babe?”
“Go away,” She mumbled, leaning her head against the cool porcelain of the bathtub. Between fighting with Brooks and the headache from the morning sickness, the last thing she wanted to do was deal with Luke.
“Listen, he’ll come around. It’s a hard thing to deal with, having to make a hard decision about your parent’s health.”
Y/N pushed herself up from the ground and opened the door, “He’s always cared more about this land, and the old man than I ever had. But I’ve seen this one too many times. He can’t take care of him on his own.” She sighed and ran a hand over her forehead, “You love me right?”
“Of course baby,” Luke said, grabbing her hand.
“I’m going to need to stay here, for a little longer,” Y/N said, “I need to be here with Brooks in case something happens. Between Brooks and I, I think we can make it work, taking shifts.”
“You got me too, babe. I’ll be here to help too.”
Y/N nodded as Luke kissed her forehead, and then turned to go out towards the barn. She dropped a hand to her stomach, rubbing absent minded circles on the barely there bump. She knew her time was ticking before she popped, and it was harder to hide the pregnancy from him. She swallowed thickly and walked out to join the boys.
— — —
It took less than a day for Luke to help Y/N move her stuff back into her childhood bedroom. She had been staying with Luke since coming back to Wabang a couple weeks ago. Brooks had put it out at the church that they were looking for people to help keep an eye on Chad during the day. Y/N hated it, it felt like asking for babysitters, but it was the only thing Brooks would agree too. The list was mostly made up of church ladies, who promised to drop off casseroles and roasts, and some of the local farmers, who would stop by and check the cattle.
Rhett had been one of those farmers who decided to sign up, which surprised pretty much everyone. Y/N didn’t even know he was there as she was counting the cattle, moving them from the barn to the pasture. Rhett had drove up in his truck, and Y/N tipped her hat up seeing his familiar body walk over.
“You supposed to be riding, with your uh. . . condition?” Rhett asked, scratching the back of his neck.
“Condition? Is that what we call it now? I’m guessing Brooks told you about it,” Y/N laughed, and Rhett nodded sheepishly, “And I already got the all clear. Just no riding bulls.”
Rhett smirked and walked over to the fence, “Brooks said he’s got a list. Where’s pops?”
“Dad’s in the house with your mom eating lunch. Brooks ran into town to get some more feed.”
“So they left you to do all the hard work.”
Y/N just shrugged and moved her horse back into the stable. Rhett followed her in, as she dismounted from the steed.
“Here let me,” Rhett said, moving to help her take the saddle off of the horse.
“I’m pregnant, not handicap,” Y/N said, and grabbed the saddle off with a grunt and walked it over to the hooks.
“How long? Nah, that ain’t-”
“How far along?” Y/N smiled, “Fourteen weeks today. Little buddy is giving me a run for my money, I'll tell you that. Never been so tired and so sick in my life.”
“Tillerson ain’t caught on?” Y/N sucked in a harsh breath and looked down at her boots, “Sorry I didn’t mean-”
“I was waiting to see if this was a viable thing, ya know. I didn’t want to get him excited and have it taken away. Luke has always talked about being a dad,” Y/N knew she was lying, but it was something that she told herself night after night as she lay awake. It wasn’t that Luke didn’t want to be a father, she could see it in his eyes as they spent time with the little ones at church outings, and they had only talked about it a handful of times. Everytime, Luke said he wanted to wait just a little longer, until they were married and hand their own house on the Tillerson Land.
“I can see,” Rhett said, leaning against a post, “I reckon he oughta know soon.”
“He will,” Y/N said, crossing her arms over her chest, “I should go inside and see what our parents are up to.”
Rhett nodded and followed behind her. They were welcomed with laughter as they walked into the house, something Y/N hadn’t heard in the house in years. The sound of her dad’s hearty laugh was like music to her ears as she walked into the kitchen and saw Cecilia Abbott near tears as her father was holding his stomach in laughter.
“What’s going on here?” Y/N asked, smiling.
“Your dad was just telling me this old story about Royal and him during the rodeo days,” Cecilia said, wiping under her eyes, “Oh boy, you two really got up to some antics back then.”
“Oh heavens yes,” Chad laughed, “Then the kiddos were born and it seemed to multiply. Heather was always gettin on Y/N about hanging around the boys. If she could see her now, running around with them Tillerson boys.”
“Dad,” Y/N warned with a smile, “Let’s not talk about all that-”
“Can you believe Cece, that damn blonde one got her pregnant.”
Y/N closed her eyes and sucked in a breath as her father revealed her secret to none other than one of the biggest gossip in town. Y/N loved Cecelia Abbott, she really did, but sometimes she put her foot in her mouth. Cece loved a good gossip story as much as the next cowboy hat wearing farm-wife did.
“Oh wow, congrats,” Cecelia smiled at her, her blue eyes darting over to Rhett, who placed his hands in his back pockets, “How far along?”
“Fourteen weeks,” Y/N smiled shyly, “You can head out now, I think I got it handled from here.”
Cecelia nodded, knowing that her presence probably wasn’t welcomed anymore. She stood up from the kitchen table and walked over to hug Chad, before grabbing her hat off the counter. She smiled at Y/N and then gave Rhett another pointed glance, before slipping her hat on her head and walking out the front door.
“I’ll walk her out,” Rhett said, and Y/N nodded, as the boy followed his mother out to her truck. Rhett waited until he was at his mom’s truck before opening his mouth, “Tillerson don’t know. . .about the baby.”
“Is it even his?” Cecelia asked, looking back towards the farm house.
“She’s not like him or any of the other buckle bunnies,” Rhett said, “She wouldn’t just say it's his without it being true.”
Cecelia chuckled and shook her head, opening the door to her truck, “A mess she’s gotten herself into. She had such a bright future.” Cece sat in the driver's seat and smiled at her son, “I know you, Rhett, I can see it in your eye. . . but you can’t get mixed up in her shit. It’ll only end bad for you and for her and for that baby.”
“I know,” Rhett said barely above a whisper. Cece placed a hand on her son’s cheek and rubbed his cheek bone softly with her thumb.
“You ride at eight?” She asked him and he nodded, “Good. Gives me time to go home and bake a pie. I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah,” Rhett said, closing the truck door. Cece rolled down the window and started the old Ford up, “Don’t. . . Don’t go around sayin’ stuff about it. She’s probably giving Chad an ear full right now. Bad enough Brooks was runnin his trap the other night to me and Perry.”
“Secrets safe with me. Bye, Rhett.”
Rhett waved to his mother, and watched her pull out of the Lawton driveway. He watched the truck turn off the gravel and then walked back into the house. He was surprised when he heard crying and walked into the kitchen, seeing Chad crying in his daughter’s arms. Y/N looked up at Rhett, her own eyes red with tears as she tried to comfort her dad. Rhett waited outside on the porch as Y/N calmed her dad down enough that she could get him up from his chair and to his room to rest.
She sighed as she walked out the front door and sat down next to Rhett on the slider. She ran her hands through her hair and let out a soft groan.
“I wish I could fucking drink,” Y/N laughed to herself, and sniffled, “He could tell I was upset about what he said, and it was just. . . his emotion center is all-”
“You don’t have to doctor ‘splain anything to me,” Rhett said, and put a hand on her back, “He okay now?”
“Yeah,” Y/N bit at her thumb nail, “Mrs. Johnson was supposed to come tonight and watch him while I go watch Brooks and Luke but I don’t think-”
“You need the break,” Rhett spoke and Y/N looked up at him, “I know he’s all you got, but you also can’t stress yourself out too much, for the baby.”
Y/N bit her lip before standing up, “Wanna see something?”
Rhett nodded and Y/N stood up. She untucked her blue flannel from her jeans, and lifted it up enough to show the black tank top underneath. Rhett’s eyes widened as he looked at her stomach, seeing the small swollen spot. She put her hand on the tiny, tiny bump, accentuating it even more. Rhett could remember how touchy Perry was when Rebecca was pregnant, and he got that same sudden rush.
“Noticed it the other morning, even though Brooks says I’m just seein things.” She smiled down at the small belly, “It’s only up from here.” Rhett looked up at her with bright blue eyes, and Y/N could read his mind, “Not much too feel quite yet.” She picked up his hand and placed it on her skin. His eyes widened and he let out a small chuckle, “My mom said in her diary that she could feel me starting to move around fifteen weeks. Any day now.”
“That’s uh. . . that’s cool,” Rhett retracted his hand and Y/N put her shirt down.
“Yeah. . . I’m gonna tell Luke tonight,” It felt like a stab to Rhett’s heart when those words escaped her mouth, “I’m only gonna get bigger and there’s milestones he’ll miss if I wait any longer.”
All Rhett could do was nod.
— — —
The smell of livestock had never bothered her before, but something about being pregnant and waiting behind the arena with Brooks had her wanting to turn and vomit. Perry was helping tape Brooks’ wrist as Royal was tapping Rhett’s. Luke never liked to be distracted and had told Y/N that she was a distraction, so she waited until after his first ride to go see him.
“You okay there?” Perry asked Y/N and she looked up at him, her fist still covering her mouth and gave him a thumbs up. Perry chuckled and shook his head, “Rebecca couldn’t stand the smell either when she was pregnant.”
“Jesus Christ Brooks, who haven’t you fucking told!” Y/N yelled at her brother.
“The pastor,” Brooks shot back, and Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, “I’m kidding, just these two. And well, Perry technically told Royal.”
“Cece told me this afternoon,” Royal answered and finished taping Rhett, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. Cowboy’s promise.”
“Well I thought this,” Y/N said, delivering a slap to her brother’s chest, “Cowboy could promise.”
“Hey!” Brooks laughed, right as the announcer called Luke’s name, “Better go see the baby daddy.”
Y/N flipped her brother off, before walking over to near the shoot where Billy and Trevor were waiting. Trevor smiled down at his soon to be sister-in-law and put his arm around her shoulders. Out of all of them, Trevor seemed to like Y/N the most. She thought she was good for Luke, and it helped that she was Chad Lawton’s daughter and would be set to own one of the three big Wabang ranches.
Luke’s ride was going to be easy, he had drawn an easy one, but it still got the boys excited as they stood next to her and cheered on Luke. Watching Luke and Brooks ride always brought a type of excitement in her body, but right now she was feeling dread as Luke got bucked off in five seconds. She could see the look in his eye as he watched his name drop under Rhett’s on the scoreboard. Trever and Y/N shared a look as they walked over to where Luke was coming out of the arena.
“I should’ve gotten fucking eight. It was an easy fucking ride,” Luke cursed as he threw his gloves down.
“You still did good,” Y/N said.
“I’m gonna lose to that stupid fucking Abbott,” Luke seethed and she knew better than to talk. Luke looked up and could see the way her body language shifted and he sighed, walking over to her, “Hey,” He grabbed her face with his hands, “Let’s go watch Brooks. He needs to see us there.”
Y/N nodded and took Luke’s hand, walking back to the side by Trevor. Brooks’ ride was going to be a little bit harder than Luke’s and Rhett’s, but it wasn’t the worst bull in the circuit. Y/N climbed up on the fence, watching as Brooks dropped into the chute, and the bull already started bucking.
“Hey,” Y/N said, and placed a hand on Brooks’ shoulder, “You good?”
“Always,” Brooks smiled at his sister, “Don’t get too close, don’t want ya hurtin the kid.”
“If this kid is like us, it’ll take a lot more to knock it down,” Y/N smiled and patted his shoulder, “Get ‘em cowboy.” She hopped back down and landed next to Luke, whose face was unreadable. He placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in close.
Y/N waited with baited breath as the gun went off and the chute opened. The second the bull was free, the animal bucked hard to try and get Brooks off. Brooks’ black cowboy hat was knocked off as the eldest Lawton held on with one hand and the other in the air. It seemed like time ticked on forever, Y/N’s eyes trained on the clock as it ticked down until the buzzer sounded. Brooks let go of the rope and let himself be bucked off the animal. He picked up his hat and looked at the scoreboard, seeing himself slide into first.
“Brooks!” Y/N cheered and the Lawton boy looked at his little sister, pointing at her with a big smile. He ran over quickly, climbing the metal fence and dropping down next to her, hugging her tightly, “Dad would be proud.”
“Did it for him,” Brooks said into her hair.
— — —
Y/N didn’t stick around long after Brooks' ride, mainly because of Luke and the Tillerson boys pulling her away after Rhett’s ride. Rhett didn’t ride nearly as well as Brooks, and was just shy of beating Luke. Brooks had won the circuit, securing his position in the semi-finals. Rhett and Luke would have to ride again next weekend if they wanted to secure a place in the semis. Y/N wanted to congratulate Rhett, but Luke was not about to let her leave his side. His sudden possessiveness was giving her whiplash, as she sat next to him at the Pit Bar.
She was hardly paying attention to what the boys were saying, knowing it had something to do with the conversation they had with Royal Abbott about the deed to the land. Y/N could never figure out why Wayne Tillerson was so obsessed with Abbott's west pasture. He had been that way since she had met the man when she was young. It seemed to have gotten worse after he had his heart attack a year ago.
“Did he say anything to you when he was helping out at the ranch?” Luke asked, Y/N.
“No,” Y/N shook her head and sipped her water, “My old man said there was a reason why my grandaddy settled on the opposite side of town. To stay away from this shit.”
“Smart old man,” Luke smiled and kissed her cheek, “Trev, Maria just walked in.”
Y/N looked over where Luke pointed his head towards. Maria smiled at her and Y/N gave her one back and a small wave. Maria was one of the girls that Y/N used to be jealous of in high school. She was naturally beautiful with her shiny brown hair and big brown eyes. Y/N swore that girl never had a zit in her life or had a bad hair day. They were friends, both being on the dance team together in high school, and had plans on studying pre-medicine at the same college. The boys seemed to notice Maria first, and then Y/N. Even Rhett noticed Maria over Y/N, the two of them dating briefly in high school. Y/N seemed to be the shoulder to cry on for both of them when they would argue.
“Go get it, Trev,” Y/N smiled, and nudged the Tillerson boy with her foot, “She’d be good for you. Keep you a bit. . . tame.”
“Tame? Huh? And that’s what you did with lil Luke here?” Trevor laughed.
“Of course she did,” Luke smiled, putting his arm around her, “Calmed me down into a perfect family man, I mean. . . I’m going to be a father soon.”
Y/N tried not to let her jaw drop at Luke’s revelation. She knew he probably overheard what Brooks had said, but didn’t think he’d spill it out on the table now. She gave him a tight lipped smile and looked over at the other two Tillerson boys who weren’t hiding their shocked looks.
“Surprise?” She said, softly.
“Wow,” Billy said, “And I thought maybe you had some breast implant surgery done.”
Y/N scoffed as Trevor hit his younger brother upside the head, “Ignore him, he was choked by his cord when he was born. But congrats, you two. Excited to have a little one running around. Better start looking for an ATV for the rugrat.”
Y/N smiled and nodded as Trevor stood up from his seat and walked over to the bar where Maria was. She didn’t dare to look up at Luke, scared to find the expression on his face. But the wave of nervousness washed over her as he put his hand on her thigh, and rubbed it gently. He placed a kiss on her temple and fell back into conversation with Billy.
The Garth Brooks song playing through the speakers was one of Y/N’s favorites as Luke spun her around the floor. Billy had disappeared going to find a girl for himself, and Y/N wanted to dance. She giggled as Luke dipped her, and stood her up, placing a kiss on her lips. When the music changed from the up-beat country song to a slower one, she sighed as Luke brought her in close. They swayed to the familiar voice of George Strait, Y/N leaning her head on Luke’s shoulder.
“When were you going to tell me?” He asked, softly.
“Tonight, after the rodeo. I was judging the ride to see how your mood was going to be,” Y/N said, honestly, “I didn’t want to tell you too soon and then something happened.”
“Well,” Luke took her hand, and spun her around so her back was against his chest, “I would’ve liked to know sooner, either way. If something did happen, I wouldn’t want you to go through it alone. Besides all the extra shit with your brother and dad couldn’t have been good on you or the baby.” His hand traveled down to her bump, and for some reason, it felt odd having his hand against her skin. Unlike when Rhett touched her belly earlier that day.
“I know it’s just. . .Oh shit,” Y/N pushed away from Luke as she saw Brooks and Rhett head outside. She could see in the way Brooks was walking, this wasn’t going to end well, “I’ll be right- Brooks!”
“Why don’t you go back inside and find Luke,” She heard Perry slur, as she pushed the door open as Brooks and Rhett walked in on the fight waiting to happen between Perry and Trevor.
“Brooks,” Y/N called out to her brother.
“Go back inside,” Brooks said to his little sister as he pushed Perry back from Trevor.
“Don’t tell her what to fucking do!” Trevor yelled, grabbing Brooks’ arm.
Rhett grew angry, as he put his hands on Trevor pushing him back from the two men and Y/N. Y/N could hear him muttering under his breath as Brooks came and stood in front of her, almost as if he was both protecting her and blocking her from watching Rhett lay a punch on Trevor’s face. The single punch sent Trevor flying towards the ground and Y/N gasped, taking a step closer, only to be stopped by Brooks.
“Can’t get in the middle of that,” Brooks muttered, “Too dangerous to stop an angry drunk man.”
Trevor got up quickly, and grabbed Rhett’s legs trying to tackle him to the ground. But Rhett had some height and strength on Trevor, and could keep himself on his two feet. Trevor broke free from Rhett’s grasp and landed a punch to Rhett’s jaw.
“If you won’t I will,” Y/N said, and took a step forward as the door to the bar opened again and Maria walked out. Rhett’s name fell silent on Y/N’s lips as Rhett delivered one last punch to Trevor, knocking him back down on the ground. Rhett’s blue eyes looked at Y/N, and then over to Maria. Y/N went to reach out for Rhett as he walked past her, going straight to Maria. Brooks watched as his little sister’s confidence diminished a bit as once again, Maria was chosen over her.
“Come on,” Brooks said, and guided his sister inside, “Let’s go find Luke.”
Y/N nodded, and didn’t bother looking over at Rhett again as she walked back into the bar. Rhett looked up briefly from Maria, seeing the two walk back inside. Rhett felt a pang in his chest as he watched her go sit back down by Luke, who put his arm around her and his hand on her belly. She must’ve told him, and by the look on Luke’s face, he must’ve taken it well. Which made Rhett feel even worse for how he felt early at the Lawton Ranch.
“Can I tell you the truth real quick? I know I don’t bring much to the table,” Rhett said and looked back down at Maria, “But that guy’s the biggest asshole you’re ever gonna meet.”
Maria didn’t say anything as Rhett walked back inside, just looking over at Perry, and Trevor, who was still groaning on the ground. Y/N’s eyes looked from her glass of water in front of her, to Rhett, who had a certain swagger in his step as he walked into the bar. She shifted in her seat slightly as he walked by their table, and knocked on it, giving them a slight greeting. Luke watched him walk on by, grabbing his stetson from his table and then walking out the front door.
“I wanna go home,” Y/N said, grabbing Luke’s attention, “I’m getting a headache.”
“Yeah, of course, baby,” Luke said and kissed her temple, before getting up, “I’ll go close the tab.”
“I’ll go wait outside,” Y/N said and Luke nodded. He grabbed her hand and helped her stand up, but not before he placed his hat on her head. She smiled and kissed his cheek, before heading out the door and waiting by Luke’s truck.
“You told him?” Rhett’s voice startled her as she jumped and looked over at him. He took his hat off his head and held it on his chest, “He looked like he took it well.”
“He overheard Brooks saying something to me about standing on the fence next to the chute. Said it was dangerous.”
“Well he’s right,” Rhett said and walked closer to her, “I read that at fourteen weeks, the baby is the size of an orange.”
“You googled that?”
“Read a book that Perry had,” Rhett smiled, sheepishly, “I hope he treats you alright.”
Y/N nodded and Rhett leaned forward, to place a kiss on her cheek. His lips lingered for a second, then he placed his hat back on his head and walked away.
“Hey, baby,” Luke said, walking out the door, “Have you seen Trevor?”
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Opinions on australopithecus?
"Okay but...which one? Like dude there are so many australopithecines! You gotta narrow it down for me! An' some of these are debated. Like there are 'lumpers' that put all new taxa under already established ones, and then there are others that make the new taxa and let them stand...I'm gonna be the latter here for a minute...
"There's Australopithecus anamensis from 4.2 million years ago in Kenya and Australopithecus afarensis from 3.1-3.7 million years ago, from the Afar region and the Laetoli. That second species is who AL 288-1, or 'Lucy,' belongs to! And then there's Aus. africanus out of South Africa, such as the Taung child from 3.2 million years ago. Oh geez, then there's Aus. deyiremeda from 3.5 million years ago, coming out of Woranso-Mille, Ethiopia. Hmmm...uhhh Aus. platyops, which used to be under the genus Kenyanthropus, from Lake Turkana, Kenya, about 3.5 million years ago. Now we've got Aus. bahrelgahzali from Koro Toro in Chad, about 2.5 million years ago, though this one is probably part of Aus. afarensis...and Aus. garhi from Bouri in the Middle Awash Region of Ethiopia, 2.5 million years old. Oh! Oh, and also from 2.5 million years ago is Australopithecus prometheus, found in Makapansgat and Sterkfontein in South Africa. Last one I can remember - and I think that's all of 'em - is Australopithecus sediba from Malapa, South Africa, about 2 million years ago.
"Aw nuts, I'm sorry y'all. Rambling again- I mean I can't help it! These are my jam! And thankfully you didn't ask me about early Homo or like the paranthropoids and the ardipithecines. Or we could talk about relatively cryptic taxa like Orrorin or Sahelanthropus. Oh, man there's just so many! So many species to know and to love and to learn about. Fuck, I'mma go look at my phylogeny charts again. I feel the need."
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Submission list
organised by @kindalikerackham (THANK YOU)
This is a list of all of the submissions. It will be updated continuously. Italics are still being decided in the polls, crossed out have been decided on “no”, bold have been decided on “yes”
By character name (or ship name if given)
Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi from Persona 5 Royal
Alix from Miraculous Ladybug
Allison and Patti from Kevin Can F**k himself
Anna and Marnie from When Marnie was There
baron draxum and master splinter rise of the tmnt 2018
Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe from Batman Telltale
Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect
Beca from Pitch Perfect
Betty and Veronica from Riverdale
Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby from RWBY
Blitzen and Hearthstone from Magnus Chase
Buck and Eddie from 9-1-1
Chad/Ryan from High School Musical
Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto) from anything X-Men
Cory and Naveed from Ackley Bridge
Dani Ramos and Grace from Terminator Dark Fate
Darling Charming and Apple White from Ever After High
Dean Winchester
Destiel
Drs House & Wilson from House MD
emma woods/emily dyer from identity v
Faberry from glee!(Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)
Fuffy, faith and buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Finn and Poe from Star Wars
Firestar and Greystripe from Warriors
foot clan lieutenant and brute rise of the tmnt 2018
Ginji Amano & Ban Midou from GetBackers
goro majima and kazuma kiryu - Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku
Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue
Hannibal and will from Hannibal tv show
H.G. Wells and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13
Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek Beyond
hypnopotamus and warren stone rise of the tmnt 2018
Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens
Jade and Bella from Rainbow High
Jade and Tori (Victorious)
Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)
Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles from Rizzoli&Isles TV series
Janis from Mean Girls
Jeremy and Michael from Be More Chill
Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham
Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (Netflix)
Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (1897)
Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug
Julian Bashir and Elim Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Jun and Tatsuya from Persona 2
Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi from Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon)
kanji/naoto from persona 4
keith and lance from voltron
Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint
klavier and apollo from ace attorney
L and Light from Death Note
legolas and gimli from lotr
Legoshi and Louis from Beastars
leo and adam from tatort saarbrücken
lightcannon, Jinx and Lux from league of legends
Loki from The Loki show
Luca & Alberto from Luca
Luigi and Bowser from the Mario movie
marc and nathaniel from miraculous
Masumi Itachi from blue flag
Matsuoka rin and haru from Free!
Max from Miraculous Ladybug
Mel and Naomi from Vermonia
merthur (merlin and Arthur from the BBC show merlin
Milo and Bisco from Sabikui Bisco
Mobius and Loki from the Loki show
nana komatsu/nana osaki from nana
narumitsu - Ace Attorney
Naruto and Sasuke
Newt and Hermann from Pacific Rim
Nina and Lily from the movie Black Swan
Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli from Agent Carter
Quentin and Eliot - The Magicians
Ravenpaw and Barely from warrior cats
Raya & Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon
rei and nagisa from Free!
Sam and Max
Sam and Bucky from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier
Sherlock and John Watson from BBC Sherlock
Sherlock and Moriarty from BBC Sherlock
Shiro and Adam from voltron
shiro and keith from voltron
sophie and agatha from The School of Good and Evil
Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek The Original Series
Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek the reboot movies
Sterek (Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf)
Steve and Bucky from Captain America
Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams from Hawaii 5-0 (the 2010 version)
stiles stilinski from teen wolf
Supercorp! Lena and Kara from Supergirl!
Superman and Batman from the DCEU
SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time)
Sylvie from Loki
Thiel and Boerne from Tatort Münster
Thomas & Newt from the maze runner
troy barnes and abed nadir from community
wednesday and enid from wednesday
Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss) from Attack on Titan
yu/yosuke from persona 4
Zari and Charlie from Legends of Tomorrow
Zoro and sanji - one piece
By Property:
9-1-1 - Buck and Eddie
ace attorney - klavier and apollo
Ace Attorney - narumitsu
Ackley Bridge - Cory and Naveed
Agent Carter - Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli
Attack on Titan - Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss)
Batman Telltale - Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe
Beastars - Legoshi and Louis
Be More Chill - Jeremy and Michael
Bend It Like Beckham - Jess/Jules
Black Swan - Nina and Lily
blue flag - Masumi Itachi
Brooklyn 99 - Jake Peralta
Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Fuffy (faith and buffy)
Captain America - Steve and Bucky
community - troy barnes and abed nadir
DCEU - Superman and Batman
Dracula (1897) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula
Dracula (Netflix) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula
Ever After High - Darling Charming and Apple White
Free! - Matsuoka rin and haru
Free!- rei and nagisa
GetBackers - Ginji Amano & Ban Midou
Glee - Faberry (Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)
Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands
Hannibal (tv) - Hannibal and will
Hawaii 5-0 (2010) - Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams
High School Musical - Chad/Ryan
House MD - Drs House & Wilson
identity v - emma woods/emily dyer
Kevin Can F**k himself - Allison and Patti
Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon) - Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi
league of legends - Jinx and Lux
Legends of Tomorrow - Zari and Charlie
Loki show - Mobius and Loki
Loki show - Loki
Loki show - Sylvie
lotr - legolas and gimli
Luca - Luca & Alberto
Magnus Chase - Blitzen and Hearthstone
Mario Movie - Luigi and Bowser
Mean Girls - Janis
Merlin (BBC) - merthur (merlin and Arthur)
Miraculous Ladybug - Alix
Miraculous Ladybug - Juleka and Rose
Miraculous ladybug - marc and nathaniel
Miraculous ladybug - Max
nana - nana komatsu/nana osaki from
Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint - Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk
Once Upon a Time - SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan )
one piece - Zoro and sanji
Pacific Rim - Newt and Hermann
Persona 2 - Jun and Tatsuya
persona 4 - yu/yosuke
persona 4 - kanji/naoto
Persona 5 Royal - Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi
Pitch Perfect - Beca
Pitch Perfect - Beca and Chloe
Quentin and Eliot - the Magicians
Rainbow High - Jade and Bella
Raya and the Last Dragon - Raya & Namaari
Red vs Blue - Grif and Simmons
Rise of the TMNT 2018 - baron draxum and master splinter
Rise of the TMNT 2018 - foot clan lieutenant and brute
Rise of the TMNT 2018 - hypnopotamus and warren stone
Riverdale - Betty and Veronica
Rizzoli&Isles TV series - Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles
RWBY - Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby
Sabikui Bisco - Milo and Bisco
Sam and Max - Sam and Max
Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and John Watson
Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and Moriarty
Star Trek AOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)
Star Trek Beyond - Hikaru Sulu
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Julian Bashir and Elim Garak
Star Trek TOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)
Star Wars - Finn and Poe
Supergirl - Supercorp! Lena and Kara
Supernatural - Dean Winchester
Supernatural - Destiel
Tatort Münster - Thiel and Boerne
tatort saarbrücken - leo and adam
Teen Wolf - Sterek (Stiles and Derek)
teen wolf - stiles stilinski
Terminator Dark Fate - Dani Ramos and Grace
The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Sam and Bucky
The Magicians - Quentin and Eliot
the maze runner - Thomas & Newt
The School of Good and Evil - sophie and agatha
Vermonia - Mel and Naomi
Victorious - Jade and Tori
Voltron - keith and lance
Voltron - Shiro and Adam
Voltron - shiro and keith
Warehouse 13 - H.G. Wells and Myka Bering
warrior cats - Ravenpaw and Barely
Warriors - Firestar and Greystripe
wednesday - wednesday and enid
When Marnie Was There - Anna and Marnie
X-Men (any) - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto)
Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku - goro majima and kazuma kiryu
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