#chadtate

[nolanhollogay]

❤️‍🔥 which ever of your scream OCs that is suiting your fancy

tate time baby!!

chad realized he was in love with tate when he found out tate was hooking up with vince bcuz he got soooo jealous and he was like hmmm this feels kind of like an overreaction if i just have a crush on my bro 💔 but i feel like he didn't really contextualize it until after tate confessed his feelings and then they almost got murdered

[nolanhollogay]

❛ is that my shirt? ❜ for chadtate

them!!!!! loverboys!!!!!!!!!! also this takes place in 6, but before the events of the movie <3

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Tate was still half asleep when Ethan opened the door to his and Chad's dorm room, so he could barely find it in himself to greet him.

"Hi, Tate," Ethan said, cordially, stepping back so he could stumble into the room, because he was nice like that.

Tate mumbled out a hello, sights set on Chad's bed.

"You can't even say hi?" Chad teased from where he sat at his desk, watching Tate climb under his covers. "You're just using me for my bed."

Tate pushed his face into the pillow. "It's a nice bed," he mumbled.

Something in his voice must've exposed his less than stellar emotional state – or maybe Chad could just read him that well – because seconds later, he was pushing himself over with the wheels of his chair, and resting a gentle hand on the side of Tate's face. "You okay, T?"

As awkward as ever, Ethan stammered, "I'm gonna– Library. I have homework to do," before he was grabbing his bookbag off the ground and sprinting out the door.

"Do you think he's homophobic?" Tate asked, closing his eyes and pushing his face into Chad's hand. His thumb was stroking his cheekbone, soothing him.

Chad glanced at the door as if he hadn't noticed Ethan fleeing the scene. "Who? Ethan?" He shook his head. "I don't think he could hate anyone if he tried. Let alone gay people as a whole."

Tate shrugged. "You never know with white dudes."

Chad's hand shifted until it was in his hair, running through the strands. "Don't think I didn't notice you trying to change the subject. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Tate sighed, "I'm just.. tired."

Chad scoffed. "Bullshit. I know what you're like when you're tired," He pulled his hand away and Tate bit back a whine from the back of his throat. "You're incredibly annoying and grumpy. Like a mean old cat."

Seconds later, he was pushing Tate over and shoving himself beside him in the bed. He pulled the comforter over them and let Tate curl into his side.

"It's my dad's birthday," Tate mumbled into Chad's t-shirt collar. "So I'm missing him extra hard."

"Oh, baby, I'm s– Is that my shirt?"

A surprised laugh bounced out of Tate's mouth, bursting the rain cloud over his head, if only for a moment. "I don't know. Probably. You're the one who makes me do your laundry. It's not my fault if your things get mixed with mine."

Chad scoffed, faux outraged, "I don't make you do anything! You can tell me if you don't want to do it."

Tate laughed again, grabbing his hand and pressing kisses to his knuckles to appease him. "I know, I'm just teasing you. I like doing it. Gives me a chance to practice my househusband skills."

"Why do you get to be the househusband?" Chad asked, bumping their foreheads together.

"Gotta follow in my dad's footsteps, somehow." And just like that he was sad all over again, the weight of it covering him more than the blanket.

Chad frowned, but quickly replaced it with a teasing smile. "There's no way your dad was a househusband."

Tate rolled his eyes, trying to fight off the tears. "You know how my mom is, and he did everything she wanted. Always. And she can't clean or cook or anything well because she's always running from one story to another. And he was happy to do it for her, because he loved her."

Chad pressed a kiss under his right eye, squeezing his hand. Neither of them had considered letting go. "He was a good man. And brave as hell for marrying your mom."

Tate laughed.

"No, I'm being so serious. She scares the shit out of me. I almost died, and she still scares me more than that entire situation," he said, making Tate laugh so hard he almost fell. The bed really wasn't big enough to hold the both of them. "I'm not joking. She's like a viper in a pants suit."

Muffling his giggles into Chad's shoulder, Tate mumbled, "I'm so telling her you said that."

"Do not do that!"

Once Tate's laughter had subsided and they fell into cozy silence, Chad kissed his forehead. "You feeling any better?"

Tate nodded. "A little." He wrapped himself around Chad, not unlike a boa constrictor. "A nap will probably cure me though."

"I knew it," Chad mumbled into his hair. "You're totally just using me for my bed."

[nolanhollogay]

CHADTATE CHADTATE CHADTATE

both u n leaf asked for them !!! 🥰🥰🥰 @witchofinterest

[nolanhollogay]

"I'm not sorry" for whoever!!

when y.. when ur gay in an ambulance and the paramedic has to say hey stop being gay for ur own safety

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Tate was definitely supposed to be lying down.

Every time the ambulance moved too fast on a turn or hit a pothole, his abdomen screamed in pain. He was holding a hand protectively in front of his gauze covered wound, as if that would stop it from hurting. He knew lying down would help, but there was only room for one gurney, which meant he would have had to ride in a different ambulance, and that couldn't happen. He wasn't going to leave Chad alone for even a second.

Chad was watching him, eyes half lidded. If Tate used his imagination, he could pretend it was a night when they were having a sleepover and Chad was just falling asleep next to him.

Maybe they had just watched a movie – probably a horror movie if Tate got his way, which he usually did when Chad was involved – and they were squashed together like little kids in one of their beds. They always shared a bed when they had sleepovers because it was something they never grew out of, even though everyone in their friend group mocked them relentlessly for it.

The ambulance lurched, making him jolt forward and wheeze. The fantasy vanished as pain made his vision swim.

Chad ripped off his oxygen mask – ignoring the noises of protest from the paramedics.

The paramedic next to Tate barked, "Put that back on," but he went ignored.

Breathing shallowly, Chad asked, "You okay?"

Tate forced a nod, teeth gritted. "Peachy."

"What hurts?"

Tate waved him off, not even bothering to respond. They'd be at the hospital soon enough, and he didn't need him to worry, not when he had it much worse.

"Tate?" Chad made a panicked noise, and reached out for his hand. "Please don't die on me on the way to the hospital. That would be so depressing."

Tate laughed before it melted into a groan. "I'm okay. Promise. I'm not gonna die."

"You better not," Chad squeezed his fingers. "You can't die after kissing me once."

The paramedics exchanged a glance that Tate pretended not to see.

He took a shuddering breath. "I'm sorry about that by the way. Kissing you. I don't.. I shouldn't have done tha-"

Chad interrupted him. "I'm not sorry."

"What?" Tate's heart stopped for a second.

Chad wheezed, earning an annoyed hum from the paramedic on his left. "I'm not sorry you kissed me. I wish you would've done it before we almost died, but I'm not sorry. I like you too."

Tate knew it was probably just the effect of the painkillers Chad was on, are near death delirium, but his heart still fluttered at the words. "Seriously?"

Chad nodded, properly intertwining their fingers. "Yeah, dude."

Tate was going to mock him for calling him "dude" after just confessing his feelings, but he didn't get the chance because a paramedic was forcing the oxygen mask back into Chad's face.

"Now that you've had your rom com moment..." he chastised, narrowing his eyes at Tate, "Let us keep him alive."

[nolanhollogay]

did you plan on ever telling me ?

chad finds out about vincetate 😳

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Stab 4 was playing on Tate's laptop, lulling him to sleep. It was his comfort movie, his go to when he had a bad day. And he really needed it on a day like today.

His day had started with him peeling his dad off the bathroom floor, puke surrounding the toilet and staining his t-shirt. It took half an hour to convince him to clean himself off, that he didn't deserve to wallow in his own filth and self pity.

Then, once he'd gotten him into bed, his mom called and they ended up getting into an argument. He couldn't remember exactly what it was about. Probably her inability to be a good mom, or express basic human empathy. That was their go to, when they tried to talk about anything, really.

After that, he went to the convenience store, only for his bike to get stolen.

But that wasn't all bad. He'd managed to get it back by way of Vince seeing the guys who stole it and threatening them with his stupid switch blade.

That was a curse disguised as a blessing, however, because Vince demanded some sort of repayment for his "heroic act", meaning Tate now owed him a favor. He didn't want to owe someone like Vince anything, let alone something as open ended as a favor.

It was like the universe was testing how many small things could happen to him before he'd break.

So, Stab 4 it was.

He was buried under his comforter as he watched lightning strike Ghostface's grave. He could hear his dad snoring on the couch, almost drowning out the audio of the movie.

Ghostface's glove covered hand, holding a knife, shot up from the dirt, as someone knocked on his window.

Glancing over, he saw Chad crouched down, waiting expectantly for Tate to let him in.

Tate hopped to his feet, unlocking the window, and watched him climb through. "Why didn't you use the door?"

"Didn't want to wake up your dad. And it's more fun this way," he said with a shrug.

Tate laughed, scooting over so he could climb into the bed. "What's up? You didn't say you were coming over."

Chad scoffed. He stole Tate's bag of chips from his hand, grabbing a handful. "I need a reason to come over?"

He didn't meet Tate's eyes as he said it.

"What're you hiding?" Chad purposefully moved his eyes to the screen, watching the landline ring. "Hmm? What are you not telling me, cariño?"

Tate didn't speak Spanish often, because he never really had any reason to. He only used it on rare occasions; with Tara because they both wanted to make sure they didn't lose the ability to speak it, and when he wanted Chad to give him his way. A carefully placed turn of endearment and he melted like ice cream in the summer.

"It's not what I'm not telling you, it's what you're not telling me..." Chad said before he shoved a handful of Doritos into his mouth.

Tate laughed again. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do I have to answer your riddles three?"

He rolled his eyes, and then with an aggression he never gave to Tate, he explained, "Nancy told me last night that she saw you and Vince Schneider outside of a bar. She said that he was basically eating your tongue."

Tate felt like a kid with his hand stuck in a cookie jar. "Uh–"

"Is it true?" he asked, somehow managing to look extremely upset for a guy with a mouth full of bright orange chips. When Tate didn't immediately respond, didn't immediately say no, he repeated himself. "Is it true, T?"

"I–" The words wouldn't form in Tate's mouth, caught in his throat. He nodded.

Chad's face flickered through emotions, before his expression went blank. "Did you ever plan on telling me?"

"Yeah," Tate replied, honestly. He hated keeping secrets from Chad. It felt like a crime, and he'd never gone more than a day or two before he spilled the beans on whatever he was hiding.

"Then why didn't you?"

Tate pressed his hands to his face. "I don't see why you suddenly care who I'm hooking up with."

"I don't!" Tate rolled his eyes. Chad made an annoyed noise "I don't. I just.. Why him? He's a scumbag. And a creep. And probably a criminal. He carries around a switchblade like an extra in West Side Story!"

Tate laughed and the tension faded, just a little. Tinny screams played from Tate's computer. "I don't know. I just.. I know he's not a great guy but.. He's nice to me. He makes me feel.. wanted. It's nice."

Chad scoffed. "I'm nice to you."

Tate's heart stuttered. He forced a laugh. "Yeah, but, that's different."

Chad took in a breath, eyes lit up with something, opening his mouth to speak. "I–"

Before he could speak, a knock on Tate's door stopped him. They both turned and saw his father standing there. He'd obviously just woken up, because his hair was a disaster and there were lines from the couch on his cheek. "Tater Tot, your mom's on the phone. She said you blocked her number?"

"I don't want to talk to her," Tate said, sour mood flooding his body like venom. Chad made a sad little noise, and rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades.

Tate's dad sighed. "Tate, we've talked about this. You can't just ignore her–"

Tate lied back until he was basically in Chad's lap. "I'll call her later when I want to talk to her. Chad and I are having a movie night."

His dad sent Chad an exhausted look and Chad sent him an apologetic smile in return. He left a moment later, muttering apologies to Tate's mom.

"Get off, you're crushing me," Chad teased, but made no move to push him away.

Tate sent him his best pout. "But I've had such a bad day. A day that only cuddling my bro can help!"

He crawled into Chad's lap, looping his arms around his neck. "Hold me, C! Please?" He squeezed him tight. "Por favor, mi amor?"

Chad grunted, wiggling out of his hold. "You're so fucking annoying," he said, even as he wiggled around to make Tate more comfortable.

"It's why you love me," Tate teased.

Chad's voice was soft, fond, when he said, "Yeah. I really do."

[nolanhollogay]

where did you come from ?

chadtateethan love triangle but not really bcuz ethan made that shit up in his head !! also chadtate being in love and vaguely hornknee about it

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Tate would like it to be known that he wasn't a party person. Or he wasn't in the past at least. During high school he hadn't had the same rose colored glasses as his peers about getting wasted on the worst alcohol imaginable full of people you would have to see the next day in your AP English class.

Honestly, he wasn't into parties until a month or so ago, the trauma connected to the last party he went to enough to deter him.

But Chad was persuasive and he convinced him to go to a party a friend of a friend was throwing and one thing led to another, and now Tate mostly enjoyed parties.

Probably because he and Chad used it as an excuse to make out – not that they usually needed an excuse – but that was neither here nor there.

As expected, they were pressed together, in one of the corners of the basement of some frat house Tate only half remembered the name of. Delta something. Or Zeta maybe?

Chad pulled away from their kiss, sliding his hands from Tate's back to his waist. "I missed you today."

Tate snorted. "You woke up next to me."

"Yeah but," Chad kissed his jaw, making Tate shiver, "I didn't get to see you all day after that. I missed you ranting about how everyone in Prof Crane's class is derivative, and performative, and some other -ive."

Tate was too distracted by his lips moving down his throat to be offended at being teased.

"Chad."

Both of them jumped out of their skin, and Tate reflexively reached for the knife he kept in his pocket, before he realized who it was.

"Jesus fuck, Ethan," Chad said, releasing Tate's waist to press his hand to his chest, feeling his presumably erratic heartbeat. "Where did you come from? You can't just sneak up on people!"

Ethan pouted, looking like a scolded child. "Sorry." He ran his fingers through his curls. "You just said you'd walk me home when I was ready to leave."

"You're ready to leave already? We just got here," Chad said, more concerned than annoyed because he was a good person. Tate, on the other hand, was less than pleased.

Ethan shrugged. "It's been half an hour. But I guess you didn't notice because you ditched me as soon as he–" He waved a hand in Tate's direction, "–showed up."

He said it as if it was a joke, but Tate could still hear the bitterness he was trying to mask, and fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Chad uncurled himself from Tate, turning to Ethan, face apologetic. "Sorry bro. Didn't mean to leave you out."

Ethan stood straighter, smiling wide, as soon as Chad's attention was on him. "It's okay. I just.. You'll still walk with me, right?"

Chad nodded. "Yeah, it's no problem." He turned to Tate, looping a finger in his belt loop. "Wanna come with?"

Ethan's face crumpled over his shoulder.

Tate shrugged. "Might as well. Safer in numbers."

Chad whooped, because he was a huge loser. "That's my boy!"

If possible, Ethan managed to frown even deeper. "I have to go find my coat. I'll meet you outside."

Tate waited until he was gone, watching him retreat up the steps basically stomping, to say, "He wants to bang you so bad, and he hates me so much."

Chad rolled his eyes, though the action was full of affection, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You keep saying that, but I don't understand why. He's just my friend. Not everyone who's friendly wants to fuck me. You have nothing to worry about."

"I know. I'm not threatened by him. I'm just stating a fact. He hates me because I'm stopping him from fucking you," Tate shrugged. "It's not my problem."

"You're ridiculous," Chad said fondly, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. "Let's go before a strong gust of wind knocks him over or something."

[nolanhollogay]

“i feel like shit.” “you look like it, too.” *they bump shoulders*

chadtate being soft in the hospital 🥰

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Tate's heart jumped into action as he watched Chad's eyelashes flutter. He'd been sleeping for hours now, a combination of exhaustion and pain killers. Tate wasn't so lucky, too wired from the whole almost being murdered thing to sleep.

Chad made an incomprehensible noise as he came into consciousness, and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Mindy?"

"Over here," Mindy called from her own hospital bed. "Mom went to go get snacks from the vending machines. Tate's right next to you. Tara and Sam are a couple rooms down. Dad's driving up here now. Everyone is accounted for."

Chad forced his eyes open, blinking slow, then turned so he was looking right at where Tate was curled into a hospital chair. "How did you.. manage to fit into that chair with your arm in a sling?"

Tate laughed. "The same way I'm about to fit both of us in your bed. Sheer determination."

He climbed into the bed, shoving Chad over, ignoring his complaints and pained noises.

Thirty seconds of wiggling and shifting around and they were side by side. Tate grinned as Chad groaned.

"Ugh," he grumbled, "I feel like shit."

Tate nodded in agreement. "You look like it too." He knocked his shoulder against Chad's, making him huff out an amused noise.

The door opened, and Sam walked in, holding an armful of bags of chips, followed by Mrs. Meeks-Martin, who was doing the same.

"Tate, c'mon, you couldn't give him space for five minutes?" she said, obviously trying not to smile. Sam was fighting her own laugh, watching Tate rest his head on Chad's shoulder defiantly.

Mindy laughed. "Tate doesn't know the meaning of personal space."

"I think I'm allowed to be clingy in this situation," Tate said, trying and failing to hide his smile as Chad tangled their fingers together.

Mindy gagged. "Are you holding hands right now? Ew."

[nolanhollogay]

send a ship + chadtate!

boysssss

who made the first move: tate!

who kissed who first: also tate!

who started the relationship: i feel like it was a mutual decision tbh

who remembers things: both, but moreso chad

nicknames for each other: chad calls tate "t" & "baby" 🥺, tate calls chad pet names in spanish

who is more likely to pay for dinner: chad, to tate's annoyance

who normally cooks: tate! he is much more skilled in that area

who remembers anniversaries: both of them !

what would they get each other for gifts: tate buys practical gifts like things chad needs, chad buys tate cute things that he's mentioned looking or wanting

most trivial thing they fight over: their very different tastes in media

how often do they fight: rarely & when they do it's usually never very serious, they both believe in the power of communication

who uses all the hot water: chad dfdf

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: chad <3 tate has anxiety & he's paranoid, he can't do it

who leaves their stuff around: chad but he's usually pretty good about picking up after himself

who remembers to buy the milk: tate

who controls the netflix queue: this is an ongoing battle, so it depends

who steals the covers at night: tate <3

who cusses more: tate, he has Such a bad mouth, he gets it from his mom

who does most of the cleaning: tate bcuz it's what he's used to & it calms him

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: watching movies together!

who’s the cuddler: both of them, but also tate

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: they take turns

who’s more dominant: hmmm i think that's situational

who is the dirty talker: tate

what do they do when they’re away from each other: prior to the Murders, they both did their own thing and texted and stuff, post Murders they rarely spend time away from each other, unless it's for class

what would they do if the other one was hurt: if they both weren't down for the count in scream 5, they would've Fucked Shit Up dfdfff

a headcanon: they both get to live happily ever after and get gay married the end

[nolanhollogay]

mad as hell bcuz chadtate deserve a meetcute but they can't get one bcuz canonically they've known each other since they were five