#ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀʏ. → 【 tatum riley 】

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there's a soft hum in thought, lower lip caught between her teeth as she leans forward. “well, that depends. how long do you want to avoid him?” that's the question, isn't it? “because between your brains & my brawn, i think we could make it until graduation. & then blow this popsicle stand.” her tone is light, but her eyes are soft as her hand comes to rest on sid's knee.

there's no one in the world she trusts more, no one in the world she loves more, than sidney prescott. this entire situation ... it's so fucked. tatum hates feeling HELPLESS. but again and again, she's put in this situation: maureen's death, massacres, masked killers. how in the hell is she supposed to PROTECT sidney in the midst of all that? part of her wants the both of them to get in the buggy and disappear from woodsboro & it's cyclic TRAGEDY—but who's to say it won't follow? there's no simple solution. the best they can do is ride it out: TOGETHER.

“hey, hey, it's going to be okay.” she sounds a lot more confident than she feels. “look. you've got to trust your gut, sid. don't let him get in your head. with everything going on, better safe than sorry. right? he should understand that. and if he doesn't? well, that's on him. not YOU.”

@blccdingout ❤️’d “… how long do you think i can avoid billy?” so their latest conversation went disastrously. she’s already feeling guilt and confusion for the night before — he was there, the phone fell out of his pocket — and now it’s twenty times worse after billy made a jerk out of himself. how can he bring it back to their sex life after someone tried to kill her? and worse yet, how on earth can he even think of comparing the situations with their mothers?

he’s been with her for two years; besides tatum, billy has been sidney’s number one champion … is this how he’s felt the entire time, that maybe she should just get over it? — … maybe, under all of her anger and hurt, he’s got a point that she just doesn’t want to admit.

“i don’t know what i’m going to do, tatum.”

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"NOT FUNNY." tatum can't help but snap, mood less than stellar after the little disappearing act sid pulled. once upon a time, she's been the kind of girl to breeze through life: but one too many near death experiences later, well, she's something of a chronic worrier when it comes to sid. "you could've called, or given me a heads up, or written a letter. for fuck's sake sid, i was about to round up a search party."

the touch drains some of the tension from her shoulders, breath coming out in a shudder. "you ... what??" her expression is almost comical, blue eyes blown wide in shock. the gears in her head whip into overdrive. PREGNANT. sidney's pregnant. there's a huff, followed by a laugh, expression lighting up. it's a far cry from the storm cloud earlier. she moves almost abnormally fast, flinging herarms around sid's neck and pulling her in close. "oh my GOD, sidney!! how did? when did you? oh my god!!" there's too many thoughts to pinpoint just one. "i'm going to be an aunt!!"

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she knows ... that she's been avoiding the redhead the past couple of weeks, but that had a point. she flopped on the couch beside her,''i am alive.. you and i both know it'd be groundbreaking news if i died.'' a soft laugh, head shake. it would make fucking headlines that sidney prescott couldn't stop giggling, somewhere billy loomis was probably rolling over in his grave at the mere fact.

a hand rests on her shoulder dramatically,''i was just processing some news with mark that i wanted to take some time to think about.'' a pause and a deep breath,''i'm pregnant.''