#tamber talks

[tamberrio]

opinions on story chapter 6/e lucevan le stelle??

MANY ACTUALY (spoilers obviously)

First, Isolde and Kakania’s dynamic is so interesting. Like, Kakania is a very big social activist, and she tends to voice her opinions freely. They *are* radical ideas for the time, but the means that she wants these ideals to be achieved are less so. Isolde, on the other hand, is very susceptible to manipulation while also not having the morals to analyze her actions. I need to go back to watch her backstory on youtube or something, but there’s an obvious connection to her arcanist powers and subsequent “hysteria.” While I was almost positive she killed her brother (you don’t have an ultimate animation that looks like that without having done something lmao) I was surprised by how she joined manus vindictae. Kakania didn’t realize how susceptible Isolde was to her suggestions of a place for just arcanists.

Kakania’s views on Sigmund Freud are also interesting to me. We in the modern world kind of frown upon many Freudian concepts, but Kakania embraces that idea of suppressing one’s true thoughts and feelings, and that it’s a main cause of mental strife. In fact, her whole ability is centered around that idea, showing people their inner thoughts through mirrors as a form of therapy. However, this backfires when Isolde takes those suppressed and amoral feelings and runs with them. It’s almost like a little character arc for Kakania, where she has to ask herself if these ideas that she has are really the best way to view the world, and to what extent is suppressing certain urges a good thing. Also Kakania Isolde doomed yuri, we always have to have one every chapter.

Marcus and Hoffman (crying). Hoffman was such a good mentor to Marcus in that she taught her the Foundation’s procedures while also allowing her the freedom to follow her own morals. And when Hoffman died ughskldngsdjhgfosdhgisdgh and Marcus got incredibly upset, the procedures took a back seat to her emotions. Marcus my skrunglyyyyyyyyy I love her. I haven’t read the Lighthouse yet, so I don’t have a full grasp of her character, but from what I know already she is my daughter.

Also Medicine pocket is always a pleasure to see, I love them a ton. They’re literally so funny and deserve as much screen time as possible.

[lesbianpepsi]

Tara: babe something happened to my sister!

Amber: That’s a damn shame

LMAOOO😭😭 yk for a fact tara is so down bad she'd end up saying something like this

[lionydoorin]

Got any Tamber headcanons? :3

you know i do!

they met when tara was seven and amber was six, right before tara was held back a year again. they were waiting for their parents together on the sidewalk, sitting side by side, not really talking but fidgeting and smiling at each other from time to time. tara saw amber pull a psp out and start playing a game she was interested in, and amber, noticing it, asked if she wanted to play, as well. time didn't seem to pass after that; they waited for hours before sam finally got out of class and amber's parents finally remembered they had a daughter to pick up, and parted with waves and smiles, not even knowing each other's names.

they become best friends, though, after tara's parents divorce and she's held back another year. the kids bully her because tara's older but she's smaller and why is she studying with them? is she stupid? and amber beats the hell out of a kid that says that loud enough for tara to hear. after that, they're stuck to each other like glue.

tara dictated everything she did based on amber's wants and needs. not necessarily because amber required her to, no, but because she felt she needed to in order to keep her close. amber loved it, though.

their first sleepover is after sam doesn't come to pick tara up for the sixth consecutive time after class. amber always waited for sam to show up before she walked home, not wanting to leave her friend alone; after three hours watching the street, she stood up, stretching her hand out for tara to hold. come on, she said, you're sleeping at mine's today.

(it becomes a daily thing. they never ask their parents about it — no one cares, in reality. they're all too far gone into work and alcohol to care.)

amber was always kind of bossy, even before she lost her mind. she always took the lead in their friend group, and despised if anyone tried to prove her wrong. tara's admiration for her stemmed from that at first – that, and the fact amber protected her, amber stayed with her.

so, she didn't care if amber was a little aggressive sometimes. she didn't care if there were things her best friend wouldn't let her do. she thought that was what love was about.

when sam left? tara called her in tears, locked inside her room, scared out of her mind because her mother wouldn't stop yelling at her like it was her fault and she had broken the kitchen's glass table in rage. amber talks her through her panic attack on the phone, and promises her she'll let her stay for the rest of the week, if tara wants to.

(she was so glad sam left, so glad her biggest competition was gone. she could never tell tara, though.)

amber hates wes. we all know that. it all started when they were fourteen and wes called her out for not letting tara befriend a new kid from their class, simply because she was jealous. he said it didn't make sense and that tara wasn't her property. she all but needed to prove him wrong.

because tara was hers. only hers.

their first kiss happens when they're fifteen, sleeping over at amber's, a slasher playing on the background. i could elaborate but i'll leave that for a separate post, maybe :3

tara gave amber the necklace after said first kiss. she knew it was a gift her father apparently wanted to be given to her when she was fifteen, something he bought years before the divorce and told christina to wait for her sweet quinces. tara couldn't bear the idea of keeping it, instead wanting to give it a new meaning. something that could symbolize maybe, just maybe, amber was hers as much as she was (undoubtedly) amber's.

they never really dated. it was complicated. they were so much for each other but never verbalized nor made it official – for everyone, it was only "tara's amber" and "amber's tara", if that makes sense.

okay so. amber dies. it's complicated. we don't know how much she actually felt. this thought plagues tara forever.

when she goes to bed, she sees amber's eyes. hears her voice. feels her touch. it's all too much, it has always been too much, but now tara simply doesn't know how to handle it.

she doesn't sleep. she doesn't eat. she fears the possibility of seeing her in the shadows, and once she does see her, it's like a ghost keeping her soul trapped to amber's.

the voice talks to her. it tells her things she always wanted to hear, and things she never wanted to think about. how much she meant to amber. (you were supposed to be my perfect opening kill, baby.) how much amber wanted to be with her. (if only you had let me finish this. we could be together. forever.)

tara hates that she loves loved amber. hates the idea of ever having missed her. she misses her.

[atcarpenter]

Amber was definitely expecting that and the fact that Tara not only didn't judge or shame her but showed her sympathy means everything to her

Tara can see how hard it is for her to talk about it, how her voice quakes whenever she mentions the stuff she did for Richie and how she was too afraid to say no, how she hated herself for being manipulated

Tara can relate as it reminds her of how hard it is to talk about her mother and she can see Amber acting in the same way and how she tries to downplay it or subtly blame herself, just like Tara has done before and did when opening up to Amber

Tara is truly honored that Amber trusts her enough to open up and happy that she has the chance to show her the same understanding and kindness, to make her feel heard and let her know how much she is loved, just as Amber did for Tara

Amber definitely ugly cries in response and she has a brief moment she thinks Tara is going to laugh but she doesn't and just hugs her and reassures her that it's okay

Tara ends up angry that Sam got to kill Richie first and asks her cousin Wednesday if she knows the magic to revive Richie so that she and Amber can kill him again. Wednesday sincerely responds that she will look into it

Sam and Amber have their own unique language where they will snark at each other but also show a lot of affection. Amber will randomly ask if Sam is responding to her meds well and offer to do the cooking so that Sam can rest after a long day and occasionally gift her little things she happened to find and thought Sam might like

Sam knows what Amber is doing and is really moved at how she's making an effort to show affection and Sam finds little ways to respond like telling her what a good cook she is and doing the dishes, mentioning movies she read about she thought Amber would like and keeping her favorite snacks around and offering her them because she knows Amber often forgets to eat

Absolutely and she cries in response to being accepted and treated as part of their family as well and doesn't care how she looks or if it undermines her image which is how Tara and Sam know she's really moved by it

I love all of the above

Tara is so fn happy that Amber is actually opening up to her and trusting her with shit she knows Amber would like to pretend hadn't happened to her. Tara is glad she can be there for her the way Amber used to be for her all the time. She just wishes it hadn't taken so long. The thought of the year(s) that went between what happened and Amber actually really talking about it make Tara's chest ache

Amber struggles with every word. She keeps thinking of backing out of the conversation and just cutting it short, but she powers through and actually touches on pretty much everything at least a bit. It feels to her like she's admitting to things she's done wrong and not to things that have been done to her

Amber is reminded of all the times she sat with Tara and let her talk about what was happening with Christina and how she kept reminding her that it isn't Tara's fault. Tara tells her over and over it isn't her fault what happened with Richie. After several times Amber deflects with, "It kinda is. I said yes to literally everything." (Or at least to most things, but she'd downplay the part of handwaved consent too.) Tara firmly insists again, "I don't care. It's not your fucking fault for being manipulated." She gets a little pissy because she thinks getting hit by her mom is not as bad as what is clearly sexual abuse, and she hates it that Amber is somehow blaming herself for it. Hates it. Why is Amber not accepting the same logic that she used to apply to Tara's situation? She can't let her girlfriend do that to herself, so she's not going to stop reminding her, just like Amber never stopped reminding her of the same either

The fact that Tara just lets her cry afterwards just makes her cry more, but it's cathartic, because honestly even when feeling like shit in her worse moments, she has allowed herself to cry way too little about this and spent way, way too much time pretending like there was nothing wrong with what happened. Honestly, it's pretty much not until she actually starts talking to Tara about it and walking through it again start to finish, hearing it all from her own mouth all at once and actually saying it all out loud, that she realises just how much there was and how fucked up it all was

Wednesday is a real one 💙 She'd love to get a stab in too. And god, Tara is so fucking furious and hates that he is dead because he hasn't paid enough yet.

I love their little shows of affection. Sam feels so self-conscious about accepting any gifts, help, acts of service, but she is touched, and she makes an effort to show real interest in Amber and whatever is currently going on in her life and what she's into and just returning the appreciation she gets. Tara is a bit worried at first that Sam and Amber snarking at each other is like a bad sign, but she realises it's not meant to be taken seriously most of the time.

Normally Amber only allows herself to break down like that in front of Tara, and even then, she tries not to, so Sam is concerned at first because she's rarely seen this happen and pulls her into a hug without hesitation, one that Amber does not want to let go off again, clinging to the back of her jacket like a cat with claws. Tara also joins the hug and whispers to her how much she loves her & that it's okay to feel like this and cry bc she's touched and happy and loved

[hyukakisses]

-scream!

pairing: beomgyu x fem reader

plot: (vv old and re-edited post i had from my old account) (heavily inspired by scream 5 my favorite film from the slasher franchise)

warnings: !ghostface (yandere) beomgyu x sweet reader are in a established relationship together, (based off of tamber), beomgyu is emo (of course), cursing, gore, smut! (lowkey ddlg themes if you squint)

it was mid october, halloween just a week away. it was colder in woodsboro your university was shut down and the whole town was forced to go down on a lockdown since the infamous ghostface decided to go back on a killing spree

you were horrified to say the least, you’ve lived in woodsboro your whole life and yet you were still so convinced you were ghostface’s next victim

you would have nightmares about the slasher, and it didn’t help that your childhood bestfriend chad had fallen victim to the brutal slaughter pretty recently either

you’d think to yourself; am i next? i could die at any given moment just like chad did. your mind would pander on the mere thought of that possibility, worsening your already bad anxiety

you’ve decided to face your fear of leaving the comfort of your pretty pink bedroom and waltz in the kitchen, finally mustering up the courage to walk around the house alone while your parents were away for work.

everything was fine as you happily chew on your ‘safe’ food, until you were startled at the loud ringing coming from the house phone that was nailed on the wall by the living room

who could that possibly be at this hour? it’s already 11 pm your heart pounds against your chest so loud you could hear it as you went back and forth on if you should answer the phone or just let the phone ring

but then again it could be your parents or your boyfriend choi beomgyu seeing how you had no other friends but the elder male

with a shaky exhale, you grab on the phone picking up with a nervous stutter. “h-hello?” you answered the call mentally cursing at yourself because of your social anxiety

the mysterious male voice laughs finding you oddly cute, “hello is this y/m/n?” his voice was filled with curiosity and a hint of mischief

“n-no but i can tell her you called” you’d place a hand on your chest to regulate your breathing once you heard the obvious ghostface voice changer behind the cellar device

“so is this her daughter she can’t seem to stop talking about in yoga class?” the voice asked you and you felt your throat closing up, feeling more terrified at how much this stranger knew about you

“yes but h-how did you know?” you frantically turn your head side to side scanning your surroundings to see if anyone was watching

“you know your mother talks a lot about you” the unknown man changes the subject and you stupidly grin at the image of your mother going on about sweet you were to her friends.

“she does?” you’d let out feeling comfortable. “what does she say about me?”

“she says you’re sweet, and you love all things sanrio and that she loves you very much” the man replies tone flat with boredom. “but im curious what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you blinked puzzled, what does that have to do with anything? “um i don’t know 500 days of summer maybe?”

you hear a faint laugh over the phone before you quickly hang up, your heart racing like a marathon that was really fucking weird

your wondering thoughts stilled for a moment, once you heard a faint knock at your front door sighing in relief but as you recognize it was none other than your boyfriend beomgyu

“hi baby“ beomgyu’s rasps, he was dressed in the baggiest black sweatpants with a hoodie. pairing it off with black air force ones which you didn’t pay much attention to

tears glisten in the corner of your eye sockets as you just stare up at the much taller male, remembering the phone call you had not too long along.

“oh no what’s got my baby girl so upset? c’mere” beomgyu consoles you cradling your head in his scrawny chest and you melt at the feeling.

“im sorry im just a bit j-jumpy you know? i think ghostface just called me” you’d weep helplessly and beomgyu grins sickly, loving how you nuzzle your head deeper into him as if he was going to leave you

“shh it’s okay you have nothing to apologize pretty girl i bet you were real scared being alone without me here huh?” beomgyu coos in your ear, his cut covered fingers that were bandaged up running through your hair in a soothing manner.

you gave beomgyu a nod, as beomgyu felt the sad look you gave at him tug at his heart strings. “im so sorry baby, let me make it up to you” beomgyu felt guilty he knew calling you like that was gonna scare you, but he just wanted you to cling onto him the way you were doing right now. he could never really hurt you

“make it up to me?” you’d ask growing excited

beomgyu laughs assumed by your reaction, “just lay down on your back and let me take care of you yeah?” he gently pulls you out of his warm embrace tossing you lightly on your bed as if you were some type of doll

“b-beomgyu keep going” you’d let out a string of whines in pleasure when beomgyu grunts releasing himself into your needy pussy followed by resting his forehead against yours, regaining his breath.

“baby wants more?” beomgyu chuckles breathlessly as he begins to move inside you again, his large hand reaching down to your core tugging and pulling at your clit in attempt to make you cum.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute you know that? crying on my chest about how you’re so scared of some killer going around but that’s nothing my cock can’t fix right? just look at how your pretty little princess parts take me so well” beomgyu was giggling watching the sight of your needy cunt squeezing his member so tight the emo boy could barely move anymore

you’d just whimper at his words, not being able to form a sentence at his words as you just lay there helplessly taking beomgyu’s rough assault against your pussy

“and now you can’t do anything but cry? you really are just a little crybaby aren’t you?” beomgyu snickers loving how drool dribbled down your chin as you let tears fall down your face

beomgyu felt pity for a spilt second as soft gurgles fall from your lips, reaching for your checks wiping you dry. “you’re being so good right now baby, letting me use you and waiting until i say you can cum i have the best doll ever don’t i? who’s my good girl?”

you’d gasp once you felt beomgyu grip onto your cheeks signaling he was excepting you to answer him, “i-i am im your good girl”

beomgyu smiles his dimples showing off as he relentlessly plowed into you, “yeah i know you’re the sweetest little girl in town, always so obedient without me even asking you really love me don’t you?”

“don’t you? come on say you love me” beomgyu repeats a sick grin on his face when you let out a dry sob at the iron grip of his hand on your chin.

“y-yes i love you! just can i please cum now?” you’d squeak your head full of beomgyu and the thought of finally getting your release

beomgyu laughs at your desperate plea, his dark brown eyes staring into your hooded eyes making him coo at the sight. “you’re so good to me babydoll of course you can”

you let out one final moan feeling relived that you finally got to cum, your bedroom was quiet and comforting again. nothing could be heard but your soft breathing and beomgyu’s loud pants and the crickets outside your window

you finally felt safe in beomgyu’s arms, his head nuzzled in your crook of your neck signaling he was falling asleep and you giggle at how he was always sleepy and always the first one to fall asleep

your head rolls to the side as you cuddle into your boyfriend deeper, your pretty brown eyes scanning your surroundings as you calm down from your high grinning at how beomgyu black discarded clothes stuck out like a sore thumb in your pretty pink sanrio themed room.

you were about to fall asleep until you noticed something white and shiny under beomgyu’s black hoodie it was something like a ski mask maybe? your eyes widen in fear as you recognized the outline of the ghostface mask and you squeezed your eyes shut turning away

hopefully you’re just paranoid

[ghostampire]

every time I think back to the orig script not only do I wanna talk abt tamber but also talk about such missed sam and amber moments

[laenordeservedbetter]

For Samantha Carpenter x fem reader. (If you're doing requests, I'm not 100% sure if you are or not,please.)

Reader is Amber Freeman's half older sister (Sam Carpenter's age). Amber knows that Stu Macher is her sister's father, which she is jealous of. So after attacking Tara and luring Sam back to Woodsboro, Amber attacks Reader at Ambers and rs house. (Sam and Reader dated before Sam left, and once they've all moved to NYC, they get back together. R is also a little reliant on alcohol and weed after everything that happened.)

Holding On To You

Words: 3.3k (I think)

Relationships: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Reader, Sibling!Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader, Implied/Referenced Tara Carpenter x Amber Freeman, Chad Meeks-Martin x Tara Carpenter, Mindy Meeks-Martin x Anika Kayoko

I wrote this this fic in bits, so the timeline is kinda jumbled. I only arranged which part should go where when I finished writing and decided to imply Tamber last minute because why not? Also, Amber's dad raised r as his own, which is why r refers to them as her parents.

The ' * * *' means a long period of time has passed.

Warnings: (18+) this is definitely not my best work, poorly written fight scene, angst, violence, cussing, grief, suggestive themes, reader has problems with alcohol. lmk if I missed any! (I don't remember if the core four were drinking alcohol in Sam and Tara's apartment, so I put something else here)

A/N: I didn't intend for half the fic to focus on reader's dynamic with Amber, but I felt like it's important to show how torn she is by how she feels with what happened. Sorry if I made it too angsty and not what you (anon) asked for 😭

not my gif. || masterlist || previous work

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Your phone buzzed at the same time you were about to go up the stairway leading to your room. Determining that whoever is texting you is more important than sleep, you unlock the cellular device to read the message.

(1:49 a.m.)

Amber: Tara was attacked.

Three words. Fifteen letters.

Your body turns stiff as if there was a supernatural force compelling you to stay still. Tara was attacked. The first thought that went to your mind was ‘is she okay?’ but for some reason you can’t explain, your fingers typed in different words.

(1:50 a.m.)

You: Does Sam know?

Is Tara in the hospital?

How is she?

(1:51 a.m.)

Amber: Such dumb questions. What you should be asking yourself is ‘who’s next?’

Your brows furrow and you frown. She shouldn’t be saying that, you thought. Amber was peculiar but if there was one thing you were sure she’s best at, it was being there for Tara - protecting her. The person on the other side of the screen that you’re talking to feels different from the Amber you know. Something is off.

(1:55 a.m.)

You: Don’t say shit like that, Amber. Tara got hurt. This is serious.

(1:55 a.m.)

Amber: Oh, this isn’t Amber.

(1:56 a.m.)

You: Then who are you?

(1:56 a.m.)

Amber: You’ll find out soon enough.

The chances of being given ample interval to question the sender of the text who is definitely not Amber reduces to zero the second a masked figure creeps behind you and slashes your arm. “What the fuck?!” Blood trickles down your skin, the wound deep enough to nearly make you see your bones. You have to look away from your own body or else you might collapse from the mere sight of it.

You’re panting, looking into the mask of your attacker. He tilts his head at you tauntingly. “And here I thought that the daughter of Stu Macher would put up more of a fight.”

You don’t react, but you run for the kitchen, grabbing the first breakable object you can find: the floral vase.

When Ghostface attempts to lunge forward, you aim the vase at his head, but he dodges swiftly, leaving the vase to smash against the newly-painted wall. You grimace. Your parents were gonna kill you the moment they decide to hop on their plane and get home. “They’re going to be so mad at me.” You complain while grabbing a kitchen knife.

This will do.

“What are you planning to do with that knife?” Ghostface wonders mockingly.

You make a face at him, “No more talking.”

And just like that, you got into a knife fight. You manage to stab Ghostface in the abdomen. He rolls over, his hand going over his stomach to assess the damage. Smiling triumphantly, you let your guard down, which proved to be an error of yours as Ghostface recovers enough to dig his knife near your chest. You drop your weapon, feeling your eyes flutter shut. Your attacker slowly removes his mask, shocking you, yet it was like the time you fade out of consciousness was also planned since you pass out way before you can see what he looks like.

* * *

“We’re waiting for you downstairs.”

You stop what you were doing to look up at Tara. She sends you a sympathetic look and you shoot her one back. “I’ll finish up in 5 minutes.” You say, motioning to the clothes that are yet to be packed into your suitcase.

“Okay.” Tara’s attention is drawn to the picture frame on the nightstand. It was of you and Amber when you were children. She was wearing a pirate costume while you wore a witch’s. “Are you bringing that with you?”

“Yes.” You reply, taking the frame in your hands, fingers ghosting over the photograph. “It was one of our happiest memories together. She was such a sweet kid. I’d like to remember her that way instead of…” You trail off, taking a sharp intake of breath. A month has passed since your sister attacked you and murdered people. You’d never know why she did it nor do you want to. Some things are better left unsaid. Tara, however, felt the opposite. She knew Amber differently and you can understand how she feels, to an extent. “You can keep it if you want. I have other photos in this room stored somewhere.”

Even though Tara shakes her head ‘no’, she is appreciative. “No, it’s fine. I have pictures of my own too.”

The two of you bask in the silence. No other words needed to be shared. Tara leaves you alone after that, but the space she formerly occupied isn’t left empty for long when Sam appears by the doorway.

You grin when you see her, “Hi.” It’s the first time in days that you managed to smile authentically. Going through the worst thing imaginable can dim someone’s light and you were in no position to pretend that everything was okay when circumstances proved the opposite. Although it pained you to think about that night, seeing Sam made you feel that you weren’t alone.

“Hey.” She replies. “Ready to go?”

“Most definitely.” You answer with the truth as you zip up your last bag, ready to leave this place behind and start anew.

Sam holds out her hand, “Come on.”

You don’t take one last look back. You’d be lying if you said you would miss this house. Everything direful that happened in Woodsboro began here, so it is fitting that this is also where it should end.

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

* * *

The bottle in your hand weighs lighter than your grief. That’s what you keep telling yourself during these types of moments. It’s a remedy. Ephemeral, maybe, but it helps you forget. That’s the one thing you could ask for.

You nurse your wounds at a bar stool. The time is a bit early for a Saturday for you to be drinking, just how you like it. You take a sip, then another, and another, making you finish your drink earlier than you’d like. “Fucking hell.” A new bottle slides over in front of you before you can ask the bartender for one more drink. Turning your attention to your side, you note a woman staring right at you, a sly smirk on her lips.

Once you give her a nod as a ‘thank you’ for the booze, you go back to the bottle, indicating you want to be left alone. Unfortunately for you, the woman does not take the hint. She moves to the stool next to yours, hoping to shoot her shot.

“Hey.” She says, her bright blue eyes shining in the dim light of the bar. Although you cannot deny that she’s attractive, you’d rather be gazing into a different pair of eyes, preferably brown ones on the face of the only girl you’ve ever loved. “I’m Jolene.”

“Hi, Jolene.” Putting down the bottle, you purse your lips, hoping that this exchange would end soon. You tense when Jolene places a hand on your right shoulder.

Jolene chuckles, unbothered by the signs that you were uneasy, “You’re a little tense.” She pauses, gauging your reaction, “I can help you relax.”

“Look, I appreciate the offer, but, uh. . . I’m kind of waiting for someone, so if you don’t mind. . .” You pull your arm away, pretending to look at the entrance to the bar as if you were meeting one of your friends. Truthfully, it should be a lost cause since you haven’t told anybody that you would be here, including Sam.

“Well, let me keep you company while they arrive.”

You internally groan. “Respectfully, Jolene, and I mean this in the nicest way possible since you seem like a good person, leave me alone.”

“Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent.”

Jolene smiles understandingly, about to get up and turn away, but then her mouth drops open as if she’s seen a movie star, “Wait, you’re one of the survivors of the murders at that one house in Woodsboro! Your sister tried to kill you and your biological father was a killer too, right?! Stu Macher, that’s what his name was.”

Of course. That’s why she approached you. She only pretended not to know who you were until you tried to convince her to piss off. Great. “Bye now.” You throw a fifty dollar bill on the counter, hastily running out of the place as if you were brought back to those nights spent in that house trying so desperately to get away. The feeling of tightness takes place in your chest. You see a stranger pass by with hair that looks exactly like Amber’s and you turn lugubrious. No matter what she did, she was still your sister. You want to hate her for everything she did to you, to Tara, to everyone you thought she cared for. However, missing her triumphs all the other emotions you have. Though that may not be an excuse for her wrongdoings, it makes you mourn what has and what would have been.

You wanted her to go to college. You wanted to be the one on the front row cheering her on as she accepts her diploma. You wanted to be the person she turns to for relationship advice. You would have wanted her there when both you and Sam began getting harassed online just because your fathers were serial killers. Amber would have fought anyone who attempted to cross a line. Sometimes it felt like she was your big sister even though you are technically older.

And then it hits you.

You’d always be stuck in that goddamn stupid, cursed house, persistently wishing that things had been different. That you hadn’t moved there, that your sister never met Richie, that you have the same biological father as Amber. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, you realized that maybe you never left the place at all. You are in New York (You’re not deluded. You know that much.), but a piece of your heart would eternally be in Stu Macher’s house with Amber at the doorway while the other half is chasing after a love that might never be.

* * *

Sam drops by in your shared room to ask what you want for dinner. On Saturdays when neither of you are working, you and Sam order food and watch a movie that is preferably a romcom or fantasy. The unspoken rule being: watching horror is out of the equation.

She notices your swollen eyes and discards her phone on the table to comfort you. Sam climbs into your bed, arms circling around your waist in order to ground you. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

You don’t speak, fearing that your voice might crack and that it might show that you are as weak as you think you are.

But of course, Sam notices. “I know you don’t want to talk right now, so I’ll just hold onto you. If or when you want to talk, you can squeeze my hand. Is that okay?”

You shake your head in affirmation, locking your fingers with Sam’s, granting yourself the permission to crumble in her arms.

Once your heartbeat slows to a calm rhythm and the heartache subsides to a low wave that stays at your feet, you squeeze her hand three times.

“I’m listening.” Sam says, sensing your hesitance. Understanding where your diffidence comes from (she sees it in herself too), she adds, “I won’t judge you. I’m here to listen and if you want advice, I’ll try to give one. If you don’t want me to say anything, that’s fine too. Whatever works best for you.”

She is giving you the space to feel. Not a lot of people can say that and still stay after you’ve poured your heart out. Sam is different from most people because she cares. You are each other’s anchor. That’s why it doesn't take much convincing for you speak of your feelings bit by bit without worrying about falling into a rabbit hole. Knowing that Sam is there with you, listening, holding your hand, is more than enough motivation to keep going.

“. . . Sam, is it wrong? To miss Amber? The whole world tells me what she is. A murderer. But I- I saw it in her eyes that night at the party. Hesitation. Remorse. She told me that she was jealous that I got to be the one whose father was a serial killer but when she pointed the gun at my head, I saw something else flicker in her eyes. I don’t know. It’s probably just my brain making things up to make me feel better. Maybe I should just accept that my sister was a killer and move on. I shouldn’t even be feeling like this when I know she murdered people in cold blood — people I used to know. Am I crazy?” Once you started talking, you couldn’t stop. It was like you’ve been bottling this up to release it at the right moment. The memories of that night resurfaced in the forefront of your mind, acknowledging them for the first time. By now, you were laying on your back while Sam had an arm wrapped around your shoulder and the other still on your waist. For less than a minute, you were scared that she would push you away in a literal sense.

She didn’t.

“It’s not wrong, Y/n. She was your sister, of course you have the right to miss her. Now, I still don’t understand her motive and I won’t try to because she hurt Tara and you. But you knew her better than me or the people calling her names. You knew the kid that she was. You know what’s real. You are allowed to have your own opinion of Amber even if it isn’t what others want you to think. You’re not crazy for feeling these things. I’d be scared if you didn’t feel anything at all. It’s normal. You’re human. Don’t be too hard on yourself because of something you can’t control.” Sam says, soft but stern.

You take this opportunity to gaze into her eyes, seeing reverence, sympathy, and devotion all in one. She took the parts of yourself that you hated and treated them as if they were something sacred. When you have a person like that in your life - one who helps you accept your flaws instead of turning them away -, you start to see flowers bloom in the pieces you considered damaged. She loved the things about you that you execrated.

Before Sam, you gave love a definition: it is a thing that enfeebles you - yet that’s not all that there is to it. Love can be a chain, it can be suffocating, and there is no doubt that it can shatter you until the only thing you have left is a piece of a broken mirror to prove that it existed; but it can also be a tune (like the song you sung as a kid that you never paid much thought to), a soft bed, a dance, or a simple look a person gives that sends your heart fluttering no matter how many times you have been on the receiving end of it.

“Sam?” You call out, realizing that you’ve spent a while not responding.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for listening,” You say quietly. “and for not becoming a stranger.”

She smiles gently.

Your heart flutters.

* * *

Tara lets out a deep breath. She’s laying down with a novel in her hand that became abandoned three minutes ago, her attention now focused on glaring at you and Sam from her position on the couch. “Just get back together already. I’m so tired of watching you two tiptoe around each other with your unresolved feelings!” She yells, roughly flipping a page of the book in order to prove her annoyance. Sam, who was currently on dish duty, dropped a plate upon hearing Tara’s comment. (It didn’t break, fortunately.)

“Are you talking about the book or…?” Of course, Chad would be the one to make the situation far more awkward than it needs to be. You don’t hate the kid, but he does get oblivious at times, which you normally wouldn’t mind if it doesn’t affect you. Mindy punches him in the shoulder. His mouth gapes. He looks at you, then at Sam. “Ohhhh.”

“Idiot.” Mindy mumbles.

“I agree with Tara though.” Anika comments, pointing her apple drink at Tara. (You and Sam don’t allow the kids to drink at the apartment, so the only beverages available are apple and orange juice boxes.)

“Me too, babe.” Mindy beams proudly as if Anika gave the answer to an unsolvable mathematical equation and gives her girlfriend a peck on the lips.

Chad makes gagging noises, averting his eyes away from the couple.

You see the scene unfold in front of you with a smile before you turn away to take the popcorn out of the microwave. “I think we’re driving Tara crazy with the suspense.” You joke, transferring the popcorn to a bowl and placing another bag inside the microwave. Sam shoots you a questioning glance, referring to the amount of popcorn bags that were already cooked. “I was thinking that each couple would have a bag or bowl each. Mindy and Anika, Chad and Tara. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to share with me, which is why I put another-”

Sam takes out the uncooked popcorn from the microwave, interrupting what would have been your rambling, “Of course I’d share with you. You’re my girlfriend.”

You look away, unable to keep a smile off your face. “I will never get tired of hearing that.” As you busy yourself with placing the popcorn on three separate bowls, Sam observes the group on the living room.

“I think we should tell them.”

“Huh?”

“About us. It’s time, don’t you think?”

“Yeah.” You take Sam’s hands in your own, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m ready.” You look at her lovingly. “How should we do it?”

Sam sports a mischievous smirk, “I know just the right way.” She ‘accidentally’ drops another plate (which, amazingly, didn’t break as well), drawing the attention of Tara, Chad, Mindy, and Anika. She gives you the go signal and you kiss her, bringing your bodies closer.

“TARA, SOMETHING’S HAPPENING IN THE KITCHEN!”

“WHAT ARE YOU- OH MY GOD!” Tara exclaims.

“CHAD, GIVE ME THE CAMERA!” Anika flails her arms chaotically for Chad’s phone, instantly snapping pictures of you and Sam the moment the device is handed to her.

Chad grins, giving you a thumbs up.

When you pull away from Sam for air, Tara runs up to you with questions at the ready. Sam did most of the talking. You added a few things here and there, looking back at how far you’ve come. The grief never went away. It’s still lingering. Except this time, you don’t feel the panic. You focus on the memories - the good and the bad. Those things are the reason why you’re where you're at right now. Although you’d have liked some of it to turn out differently, you can’t change the past, hence why you don’t shy away from what happened as much as you used to. You hold on to the memories the way you’d want to hold on to the love of your life.

“You okay?” Sam asks, rubbing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You realize that you’ve been crying. “Yeah, they’re happy tears. It’s just. . .” You breathe out, feeling the weight of hopelessness on your shoulders disappear.

It felt like finally coming home after a long journey.

[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Tamber Morning and Night Routine:

(Tara Carpenter and Amber Freeman morning and night routine)

Morning Routine:

I wake up to both of them cuddling me tightly in their arms.

Amber was awake before Tara and I.

Amber and I sat in bed together talking while waiting for Tara to wake up.

Once Tara did get up we got up and went to the kitchen.

We all made breakfast together.

Then we ate breakfast together.

After breakfast we took turns taking a shower.

Night Routine:

We had an eventful day working together.

Then we all made dinner together.

With dinner Amber put on a horror movie for us.

After dinner we all went upstairs to our bedroom together.

We cuddled up and fell asleep together.

[redwolfstabs]

billy trying to be a dad to tara hcs pls?!?! with the help of sam's convincing ofc hehe

OFFFCCCCC

I genuinely love thinking about this. Omg. Ofc ofc ofc sweet Tara MREOW

Tara and Billy father/daughter dynamic head canons for my Tara 🩵 [definitely not influenced by Sam, who would say such a thing??]

Okay, as I stated in my team loomis post: Billy initially didn’t want to be a dad to Tara. Tara wasn’t his, he didn’t see a reason to try with her. BUT, after seeing her and Sam being close and after overhearing their conversations about certain things, Billy came to the conclusion that it would probably be best to be a dad to Tara as well.

He’s a hardass with Sam, but with Tara, he’s mostly laid back in a way. He’ll worry about Tara and everything, but they don’t bicker as much as he does with Sam.

NOW, at the beginning Tara somewhat avoids Billy. She’s not scared of him or anything, but she doesn’t know how she feels in all honesty. She wants to be with Sam, and Sam is with Billy, but she’s very cautious.

Billy takes note on the cautious attitude from Tara, and he slowly involves her into conversation he has with Sam. Small example:

Billy:*Talking to Sam about something from his past* Sam:*Listening* Tara:*Walks into the room* Sam!- oh.. hi Billy:*Looking at Tara* …Hey Tara, need something? Tara:Not really.. just wanted to remind Sam of something. Billy:Ahh,, well, We’re talking about how highschool was for me, wanna know about it? Tara:..Sure, yeah- okay-

I feel like Tara would make more of an effort to actually let Billy get close after he starts his therapy. Because it helps her realize that yes, he is making an effort and yes, he does care.

Just like with Sam, Billy tends to be way too protective of Tara. Tara makes new friends? Billy has to ‘inspect’ them. Tara gets a partner? Billy also intimidates them.

[ik you ship tamber so this is personally for you teehee] Billy is very 50/50 about Amber being around Tara. While he does try to be the “protective but still laid back” kind of dad to her, when Amber is around it’s a different story. It’s always “Door stays open.” “No, Amber cannot stay for dinner.” “Tara, don’t you have college homework to work on instead?” “Tara, I just don’t see why she needs to be around so much.” He is NOT homophobic, he just gets the worst of vibes from Amber. [does he eventually let it go because Tara is happy? …yes, but Tara can’t know that]

Tara would remind Billy to take his medication everyday because she would be used to reminding Sam, and Tara knows they both forget a little too easily.

This one actually goes for Sam and Tara and I just thought of it omg- Billy keeps track of their cycles, so a few days before it starts he goes out and gets everything they might need. Like medicine, their favorite drinks and snacks, things of the like

To go with the one previously, I like to think Tara has a special blanket she cuddles up with when her cycle starts, but it has to be freshly washed and really warm and fluffy when she gets it, and Billy has learned this and starts washing it for her. Crazy thing is? He’s figured out how to time it almost perfectly so when it’s done in the drier, Tara goes and gets it so it’s EXTRA warm.

Billy will also kill for Tara if she asked. It’s his love language apparently.

Billy will absolutely give Tara anything she wants, but, he only does the at when Sam’s around. Call him crazy- he wants to mess with Sam in the process [playfully, of course.]

Billy loves taking Tara out shopping. He just loves being with her and sam, but also, he loves seeing the different ways Tara will style herself. [don't tell Sam, but Billy absolutely thinks sam needs a lesson or two in style]

HOPE THESE ARE OKAY FDHFDJHGFJGHFSHDG AND I HOPE YOU LOVE THEM!!!

[tamberrio]

any thoughts on who chuuya would be in your reverse 1999 bsd au???

I know I didn’t outright state this in my last post, but Chuuya is Schneider in this au! It was between her or Lilya, since Lilya’s attitude and love for alcohol matches with Chuuya’s vibe. But ultimately I thought putting Chuuya and Dazai in Schneider’s and Vertin’s respective roles would be incredibly angsty and I couldn’t pass that up. Plus their color’s kind of match (red/blue lgbtq ship save me)

I had a whole plot point written out but I deleted it because I don’t wanna spoil too much here. Part of me wants to turn it into a fic or some short comic or something. So you guys will have to keep speculating on how skk gets out of this one lmao. Just know it might follow the game canon in more ways than one while deviating in others (although probably not in the way you want or expect ehehehehehehehehehehehe >:))))))))))))))))

[amiluc6]

so. talking about a yj tlt au right? well,, I just watched the first ginger snaps movie and im thinking here

ginger and brigitte as corona and ianthe, either Jackieshauna or lottienat as griddlehark, tamber as campal and Jennifer and Needy as the... eighth house? 4th? not sure for them tbh

[rachelsfav-queer]

Gods, I love the pure commitment of the Scream fandom, especially Tamber fan artists and fanfic writers. We’re really not letting these two go, no matter how bad the movies want us to lmaoooo

[lionydoorin]

Million dollar question. Actual honesty hour. Do you think Amber loved Tara back?

actual honesty hour? okay. so.

it's complicated.

it's complicated for tara, it's complicated for amber, it's complicated for everyone, really. their group sees the absolute adoration in amber's eyes when they're all together; how she all but devours her friend with her eyes, swallows her whole, keeps her close. they're always attached at the hip, they do everything together, and as fucked up as it is and they all know it, no one's brave enough to tell tara that amber treats her as her pet because tara seems so radiant around her.

but sometimes, amber's distant.

like this blatant ignorance that encompasses her sometimes. this emotionless stare as tara drags her around, laughs at something she comments, wraps their fingers together. the way she sometimes disregards tara's feelings and own well being to make sure her needs are met.

amber's possessive and aggressive about it. tara absolutely cannot live if she doesn't allow her to.

maybe she loves her, in some fucked up way, that amber herself cannot describe. she loves hanging out with tara and loves the way her mind works. loves hearing her talk about one of her favourite movies. loves when tara lets her have absolute control over their interactions, because she knows tara knows she lives for control. for power. it's the only way amber knows how to love her.

but amber also just loves control, and having someone give themself to her so willingly feeds her narcissism in the best way. tara obeys her. tara makes sure she's always pleased. tara responds with i'm yours when amber says you're mine. their dynamic is perfect for amber's fucked up soul.

and yeah, the kisses are nice. more than nice, really. but then she meets richie and her mind's divided, absolutely torn apart when she has to choose between her dream, her true love (her movies) and the girl that gave her entire being to her.

but stab is her true passion. tara would let her hurt her if this meant amber would be happy. tara would understand. tara would maybe join her, if she got it, and she could be her perfect final girl. could still be her girl, her tara.

(maybe that's why she ties her up instead of killing her on act three, a selfish hope that maybe, maybe her tara would understand. would let her finish this.)

[atcarpenter]

He'd even resort to suicide and self-harm threats to manipulate her into staying and getting her to grovel. She remembers staying up nights to talk him down and now she knows it was all a lie

Looking back at the messages makes Amber feel stupid for not spotting so many red flags and abusive methods and it takes Tara and Sam being there to remind her she isn't stupid. She just trusted and cared about someone deeply and it's not her fault that he abused that trust and kindness

I love the idea of Amber cradling Sam and Tara's dog plushie and it helping her immensely. When she goes back home, she takes her own ones out of storage and puts them in her room or takes a few back to NYC to join Tara's. She even gifts one or two to Sam, both to rebuild her own collection and a way of saying thanks which Sam is really moved by

She and Tara would love Barbie, even more knowing Richie would've hated it. They even do the double feature with Oppenheimer although Sam and the twins don't have the stamina for that so they just see Barbie with them

They also watch Paddington 2 together because it's one of Sam's favorite movies and they absolutely love it with Amber openly crying tears of joy by the end

Amber does it with lots of other things. She'll watch a musical or romcom with Sam, try on new lipstick, sing pop songs and she learns to use that internal voice to her advantage, imagining Richie in agony at seeing her doing stuff he doesn't approve of but utterly powerless to do anything or exercise any more control over her

She regrets the time she could have been with Tara but Tara helps her think of it more that it's better that they got together on their own because now they are free to do whatever they wish as a couple and neither was in the right environment to get together in Woodsboro. And now they get to make up for all the time they weren't together in one of the most exciting cities in the world.

Absolutely and Tara is really happy to see the two of them become so close. She knows she can only do so much for Amber and is really happy to see her have a whole network of people who can help and do things she may not be able to

I think it would but that's entirely her own doing and she still refuses to accept responsibility for that. I like to think Sam would send a notice of her wedding. Not an invitation but a notice and make it explicitly clear that Christina isn't invited, just to be petty. Amber's mom is integrated as a part of their lives soon and loves going out to visit them whenever she can and is welcomed by the group. Same with Martha Meeks

She and Tara spend hours exchanging fan arts and headcanons and fanfics for their favorite shows (some of which can get VERY intense and NSFW with Amber reading part of one once and being shocked that her sweet girlfriend could write anything so smutty. While also being impressed and excited)

Mindy has a self-depreciating quality which helps Amber not feel like she's being pathetic to be scared. Amber will open up and Mindy will reassure her that it's normal and bring up her own neuroses and weird fears or emotional moments and joke about them which helps Amber feel better.

God yeah, I've been thinking about that a lot, and I've been on the fence about whether Richie would use that particular type of blackmail, but I think he would. He'd tell her he's attempted it before, and she'd believe him. He'd call her in the middle of the night, telling her he's thinking about it, and she'd stay up, knowing it would screw up her day because she'd get no sleep and spend all day worrying about him, and try to talk him out of it all night long. And, like, she believed him. She thought her boyfriend was about to die. She got genuinely distraught, and he got off on her distress and he'd push it more. She'd offer him sex to try and distract him from his suicidal thoughts if it got really bad and she got scared enough, in person, but more often cyber sex. Because he'd be hesitant about pulling this stunt in person since it would be easier to catch him in his lie if she could look him in the eye. It still might have happened in person once or twice.

He makes it very clear to her that if she leaves him he'll kill himself. Even in the moments when she doubts him and herself, she will still not consider risking that happening, so she stays, even when he assaults her, or when he "accidentally" shares one of her nudes with someone else and when he keeps making her responsible for his survival and mental and physical health.

He talks about hurting himself more often than about ending his life, continuously reinforcing the idea that it's a very real threat. He blames her for both. He sends her pictures of actual injuries that are meant to look self-inflicted even if they're not, sometimes injuries that aren't even on his body so long as she won't be able to tell that from the image. For most of these, he will make her believe that she is at fault, for not being there for him when he needed her, for speaking her mind or snapping at him when he pushes her too far, for prioritising others over him, for ignoring him and not paying enough attention to him, etc. This happens especially when they get into an argument. He will come back a little later and tell her that he hurt himself because of her. I'd consider it that he would even actually hurt himself, not because he feels the need to, but just to prove to her that his threats are real.

Sometimes he would specifically pull these things when he knew she had plans with Tara to derail them and it practically worked each time. Honestly, this shit makes her more suicidal than he ever was in his life

Looking back through all of these messages now does make her feel stupid and ashamed for how she didn't see through it at the time or that even when she did and had her doubts, she still pushed them aside for him. She probably starts crying a little (or a lot), because so much could have been avoided if she hadn't "let" him blackmail her with his life into staying with him. It helps that Sam and Tara reassure her that it wasn't her fault that he abused her genuine care and kindness and that she did nothing wrong when she wanted to try and be there for and trust her own boyfriend

And Tara is having a very long stay at the gym with Sam after seeing those messages. She has some emotions to work out

Amber does take some plushies with her to NYC and adds them to Tara's plushy pile. Tara is so happy about that. Amber had a couple of different kinds of plushies as a kid and as a younger teen. A lot of them were very Wednesday-esque, but not all of them. Sam is so happy with her gift and will sleep with that plushy unabashedly each night

She finds that there are a lot of things that she genuinely loves about Barbie, and Tara is vibrating out of this dimension when they actually talk about the film afterwards and they both love it.

From what I know of the movie, I agree it's one of Sam's favourites. I should definitely watch Paddington at some point.

Amber is torturing the little Richie remnant in her head like a voodoo doll and rejoices as it slowly becomes smaller because she grants him less and less power. She will also try out new hobbies or pick old ones back up that she only stopped because of him. She gets over the idea that she has to be good at something in order to do it, which he instilled and reinforced in her. Drawing might be one of those hobbies that she gave up because of him

And they really do make up for all the time that they "missed". They love doing stuff or just chilling together, and most importantly, they love each other sm, so they feel like the moments they share now make up for the time they didn't spend as a couple. And it doesn't really feel like they really missed all that much time when they start talking about it together. They were still best friends during all those years and, really, were each other's person even if they weren't together yet. So, really, it doesn't matter that they didn't call each other girlfriend yet

Yes, Tara is happy that Amber and Sam end up finding each other too, get closer, and are able to help each other. She probably picks up on it that they have a sense of understanding with each other that they lack with most other people

I love Sam for being petty. Christina deserves it for never really trying to be better and taking responsibility. Amber's mom is always welcome with them, and Amber is so happy to see her whenever she comes over. Tara gets a little nervous and awkward around her because she is afraid of being seen as weird or, worse, not good enough for Amber. Amber's mom's opinion of her matters to her, and she wants to live up to whatever expectations she has. Tara would understand if her mother had become hyper-critical of Tara after learning what Amber had been through, but luckily, she hasn't and is perfectly happy with them dating and encourages it. I like to think that Amber's mother and Martha get along well because they are both in similar situations

Tara and Enid unlock each other's freak and become besties because of it. My werewolf agenda is telling me they both love writing about werewolves, maybe in different flavours. Amber goes a very blotchy kind of beet red as she reads Tara's writing, turns to Tara, and asks, "Do you want to do this?" and Tara just looks back at her steadily and unblinking for a moment before they vanish for the following few hours, or days, depending on what it is exactly that she wrote and how long it was.

Oh yeah, I like that. Amber and Mindy share certain fears and some coping mechanisms too, like meeting fears with humour

[mmmatchasims]

Citrine: Um, thanks for agreeing to do this trip with me, guys... It means a lot that you all welcomed me into the group this year; transferring as a senior was fucking rough.

Cherry: Thank you for bringing us here, Citrine.

Midnight: Yeah, we're all really glad we met you.

Tamber: Not to dump more cheese in this fondue pot, but... I'm gonna miss this. Spending time with you guys, I mean.

Cranberry: You're talking like this is the end of everything, Tam.

Tamber: Well... What if it is? What if we all leave home and never get to spend time together like this anymore?

[ghostampire]

can we talk about this moment a little bit more? cause it says a lot about tamber. amber's feelings for tara were real but she still had to pretend. she wasn't allowed to show her the real amber - dark amber. so what does she do? takes a risk. just says "Fuck it" and shoots, throws her gf into the cycle of all these murders with some hope that it will kickstart their relationship by her rules. it's not just about the making of the movie it's about her and tara