mikeysw1fey

[mikeysw1fey]

Hey do u have an ao3 account?

noo i do not. i love reading on there but i won’t lie i feel like i would find it so complicated to have an account.

#lesbian #wlw post #fluff #jenna ortega #mikey madison #amber freeman #scream #max fox #mikey madison x female reader #jenna ortega x reader #sevika #arcane #vi #caitlyn #mel #jinx #powder

[mikeysw1fey]

penalty shot

request linked here

pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

warnings: none

a/n: i think i’m also gonna start writing for arcane characters (mostly sevika) , lemme know what u guys want :)

Stress doesn’t even begin to cover the amount of anxiety I feel as I stand under the stadium lights readying myself to kick a penalty goal. My team may be up by one but missing this kick could ruin my chances at moving up the league ladder. Plus it doesn’t help that football fans are never lenient when it comes to penalty goals, miss it and your basically the worst player to ever walk the field.

Taking a deep breathe I glance toward the goalie who stands crouched in the middle of the goal side stepping from side to side ready to dive. With a clench of my jaw and a last glance at my team behind me I manage to calm myself as each member nods their head in encouragement. Finally I begin to run towards the ball, grass kicking up in my wake as I lift my right leg and make contact with the ball.

The stadium is silent, watching as the ball flies through the air looking as if it’s going for top bins. My hopes are quickly squashed however as the goalie manages to get a finger to the ball causing it to fly up and over the goal and straight into first row of the crowd.

An ooh echoes around the stadium as my ball smacks a brown haired woman dead in the middle of her face. Her hands immediately flying up to her nose as she winces in pain. “Shit.” I mumble under my breath seeing the woman on the big screen, my cheeks blushing red as I notice how beautiful she happens to be.

“Dude, you just hit Jenna Ortega in the face.” My teammate Sam whispers, her eyes not leaving the big screen either. “Of course I did. I’ll be right back.” I pat her on the back before heading over towards Jenna who dabs at her nose which runs red blood all down her chin.

“Hey, no you can’t leave the field.” The ref sprints in front of me, an arm extended out before me to prevent me from getting any further. “I just need to see if she’s ok.” I plead gently pushing the refs arm.

“Only time your leaving this field before time is up will be for a red card and if u keep behaving how you are it won’t be far away.” The refs eyes narrow before he picks up his whistle and blows it loudly in my ear.

“Get back on the field.” He seethes, a vein popping on his neck. Holding my hands up in surrender I head back to the field glancing over my shoulder to find Jenna already staring at me. I send her an apologetic smile to which she raises her eyebrows with a tiny smile she tried so hard to hide.

Throughout the rest of the match I can’t help but glance over at the brown haired woman who holds a cloth to her nose yet still cheers loudly. Even with the blood running down her chin and the large cloth covering half her face, her beauty still managed to force the blood to rush to my cheeks.

Finally only two minutes remain with the score now tied. The crowd fades into background noise as I slide across the ground successfully tackling a girl from the opposite team causing her to trip over my foot as it hits the ball from between her legs. Her arms extend as she gasps, glaring at the ref as if trying to force him to give me a yellow card.

Luckily the call never comes allowing me to take the ball that rolls down the field and dribble it towards the goals. Defenders come my way pausing my play as I somehow manage to manoeuvre the ball between their legs until it is just me and the goalie once again.

Kicking hard silence falls over the stadium as my ball flies through the air. Only this time the goalie dives the opposite way allowing the back of the net to catch my ball.

The stadium erupts into cheers and applause, my name echoing across the stadium as the buzzer finally sounds ending the match. I find myself surrounded by my team mates, each one wrapping their arms around me and slapping my back in celebration of our victory but I only have eyes for one person at this time.

“Guys, guys hang on I have to do something. One minute.” I force my way out the group and head towards the crowd once again, only this time no ref stops me as I lean against the barricade where Jenna sits.

“I’m so sorry for hitting you.” I apologise instantly, gently biting my lip as she sticks her tongue out to wet her lips. “You made up for it with that last goal.” She shrugs with a small smile. “Plus it’s not broken so.” Jenna pulls the cloth away from her nose for a second as if to show me her button nose is far from damaged. “Yeah still looks perfect to me.” I flirt holding eye contact with the girl who raises an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” She fakes a pout and I let out a laugh before stepping backwards.

“Well then let me make it up to you.” I pull my jersey over my head leaving me in just a sports bra and shorts. “Got a pen? I can sign it for you too.” I chuckle as Jenna not so subtly eyes my stomach before reaching into her back pocket. “How do you even know I go for your team?” She teases watching me with a grin as I roll my eyes.

“Well the cheering and screaming of my name was a large sign.” I retort leaning my jersey against the barricade so I can write on it.

Signing my name and my number onto the jersey I place it in her hand, ignoring the tingling sensation as her finger graze mine. “Don’t sell it or I’ll have to change my number for the third time.” I playfully threaten. “Ooh I might just have to. Call it revenge.” Jenna chuckles before glancing over my shoulder.

“Looks like people are waiting on you. I’ll text you. Maybe.” She grins. I raise an eyebrow. “I’ll be waiting Miss Ortega. And I promise next time I see you there will be no blood noses involved.” I send her a wink before turning around and heading back to the field.

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x female reader #soccer #football

[mikeysw1fey]

had an idea not sure if it's good or not, i was thinking about max but honestly you can pick any other character you write for, probably vada would fit it as good, if you're tired of waiting for max and want to change things up :)

(i will say max and other better things characters names in this just to be easier). so reader and her family are Max's family neighbours, both families get along well until one day Sam needs to go to another city for a couple of days because of her work so she asks reader to babysit Duke and Frankie cause she doesn't trust Max at all to do a good job, Max is a little annoyed by it and is a little mad at reader because "why my mum trusts her and not me to babysit my sisters" maybe she's a little mean to her in the beginning but reader is always sweet and once Max sees how good reader is with her sisters she starts to let go of her mean persona.

(idk if you can even make something with this or not, if you can't that's fine <3 hope you're having a good week, as always love your writing it really makes me feel and picture everything perfectly)

i think i may use vada for this but yesss i can do it. i love it. i will try to get it done after my exams and when it’s done i’ll link it here :)

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #jenna ortega #amber freeman #scream #max fox #vada cavell #tara carpenter

[mikeysw1fey]

i’m not everyone else

request linked here

pairing: max fox x female reader

warnings: illusion of SH

a/n: happy halloween 🎃

27th of January

“Hi Sam.” I smile, waving at the older woman who peeks her head around the corner of the kitchen. “Oh hi honey, Max is just upstairs, she hasn’t been down in a bit so good luck with that.” Sam chuckles before heading back to check on her noodles.

I frown slightly at Sam’s statement.

Max hasn’t been down in a bit.

Heading up the stairs I walk into Maxs room to find her back facing me as she sits on her bed, shoulders shaking lightly. “Hey Max.” I whisper trying not to startle the curly haired girl. “Oh shit. Um. Hi. I didn’t think you were coming over till later, I just-“ She turns around and wipes her rushes to wipe eyes, sniffing slightly as she avoids my gaze.

“Are you ok?” Her eyes are blotchy and red leaving me with the assumption she was just crying.

“Yeah I’m fine just allergies.” She puts on a smile and moves closer to me on her bed. “Mm.” I hum in reply not fully believing the girl beside me. “You can talk to me if your not ok.” I whisper sending her a small smile in hopes to comfort her.

“Yeah, yeah I know. But I’m fine, I’m always fine.” She replies allowing her gaze to drift towards her window.

Not knowing what to say I simply hum in agreement, ignoring that achy feeling in my heart at allowing the person I adore most to keep hurting.

13th of February

“Pass me the bong.” Paisley groans splaying herself out over Max’s bed as the three of us lounge around Maxs room. “One second I haven’t finished my cone, damn woman.” I reply, quickly placing my mouth over the opening. Paisley groans and buries her face into the covers.

“Max you doing alright?” I ask the girl who sits on the floor leaning against the side of her bed. Max looks up at me and nods, a small smile adorning her face. “Always alright.” She drawls with a shrug of her shoulders before glancing back at the floor.

Passing Paisley the bong I drag myself to the floor beside Max, allowing my head to rest on Maxs shoulder.

“It’s ok to not be ok, you know that right?” I whisper quiet enough so that Paisley can’t hear it over the bubbling of the bong. Max frowns and I can almost hear the gears in her head turning as she thinks of an response.

“I already said I’m alright.” She almost snaps causing my eyes to widen before Max moves up onto the bed letting my head fall from her shoulder.

“Ok.” I whisper to no one but myself as I slowly come to a realisation.

Max Fox is not alright.

19th of February

Max hasn’t talked to me since the last time I was at her house which was almost a week ago.

No messages, no calls, not even a tik tok sent my way.

Her ghosting confirmed my suspicions completely. She wasn’t ok.

Grabbing my phone off my bed I click Maxs contact, my thumbs dancing over the keyboard as I try to scramble together the right words to say.

Hey Maxie, I miss you. Wanna hang out soon?

About an hour drags on by as I wait for a beep from my phone.

Giving up in waiting I grab my phone and go to send a second message when I see that my message has the word read underneath it.

“Oh.” I sigh realising the one person I love most is ignoring me.

Swiping out of the app I click on instagram not expecting to see Max had posted.

A selfie of her in her bedroom lights up my feed and I automatically smile admiring her dimples and finding joy in seeing her grin. Only after gazing at her for at least five minutes (not stalkerish at all) do I see the blade in the background of her picture sitting innocently on her bedside table.

Worry washes through me. I know what the blade means, I’ve been there. Turning off my phone I pocket it and grab my car keys heading to my car determined to be there for her whether she wants me to be or not.

19th of February

Knocking on the Fox’s front door, my mind wanders to whether or not Max will be angry when I inevitably barge into her room.

“Hi Y/N, I wasn’t expecting you.” Sam smiles opening the door wider and ushering me inside. “I think Max is just upstairs.” She gestures to the stairs and I nod my thanks heading up with my heart beating 1000 times a second.

I stand outside her bedroom door for a second, debating just walking away when the door swings open and Maxs wide eyed face stares at me.

“What are you doing here?” She sighs walking backwards as I walk forwards into the room. “I didn’t reply for a reason.” Her voice is cold, distant as she sits on the edge of her bed eyes following my movements.

“Max. I care about you and I am here for you for whatever your going throu-” I begin only to be cut off as Max stands up. “No. Don’t even finish that sentence.” Tears well in her eyes as she shakes her head furiously. “Max.” I trail off unsure of how to confront her as she scrunches up her face trying to ward off her tears.

“Please. Just leave. Go home.” She whispers pointing to the bedroom door. Standing up I head towards the door. “No.” I pause in my actions turning on my heel and marching back to her side.

“No, I’m not leaving you alone like everyone else does. I’m not everybody else Max. I’m someone who wants to help you. Who will sit and listen to you for hours if that’s what you need. Who will be a shoulder to cry on. I need you to be ok Max.” I almost shout at her, my hands gesturing incoherently around the room as I try to convey my point.

Max’s jaw clenches and unclenches as if trying to decide whether to say something or not. “You would do that for me?” She finally manages to squeeze out.

Her words break my heart. Sitting next to her on the mattress, our thighs touching I grab her hand softly admiring the pale skin. “I would do anything for you Max, do you not get that yet?” I crack a smile and tilt my head innocently trying to get Max to look at me.

Max’s shoulders heave slightly before the dam breaks and tears come flooding down her cheeks. “It’s ok, let it out.” I pull her into my body, her hands scrunching up my hoodie as she clings to me tightly as if afraid I was going to disappear.

“I’m here.” I whisper pressing my lips to her head, hands running through her curls.

“I’m here.”

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #max fox #max fox x female reader #mikey madison x reader

[mikeysw1fey]

liar

pairing: tara carpenter x female reader

warnings:

“YOU’VE LIED TO ME OUR WHOLE RELATIONSHIP.”

Tara’s small demeanour is slightly intimidating as she paces across our shared bedroom, her hands tearing at her hair.

“Baby please let me explain.” While her voice is loud mine remains soft and calm trying to keep the peace.

“Don’t.” She only stops pacing to extend her hand in my face. “Don’t even speak right now. I can’t believe you.” She groans once again resuming her stalking back and forth.

I open my mouth to present my own opinion when footsteps echo outside the door.

“What’s all this arguing?” Sams home, of course she’s home now. She doesn’t even knock as she barges in the bedroom threatening glares already set on me. Raising my hands I back away from the older Carpenter.

“No not arguing, not arguing. Tara’s just in shock. Isn’t that right?” I give Tara a look begging her not to let her sister go ape shit on me but she doesn’t even glance my way.

“Y/N has lied to me our whole relationship. Six months. All lies.” Tara’s fingers drag down her face as she rats me out to her sister, the sister who instantly stands taller and sends a menacing glance my way.

“Lied about what?” Sam speaks softly to her distraught sister one hand tucking Tara’s flyaways behind her ear.

“She has a tattoo. A tattoo for crying out loud and she didn’t even tell me.” Tara whines frowning at the floor.

Sams face falls, her hand dropping to her side. “Seriously? Your upset because your girlfriend has a tattoo?” Sam sighs. Tara nods with a childish pout.

“I’m just gonna leave you guys to it.” Sam smiles apologetically at me before closing the bedroom door once again leaving the two of us alone.

“Baby, your overreacting. Even Sam agrees. It’s not a big deal.” I breathe standing up from the bed to interrupt her pacing. Tara glares up at me, her lips forming a thin line.

“Do not tell me I’m overreacting. You lied. You liar.” Tara pouts gently smacking my chest with closed fists. Stifling a chuckle I grab her wrists softly and lean down to kiss her knuckles smiling at the blush spreading along her cheeks.

“Would you feel better if I showed you the tattoo again?” I ask. Tara whines throwing her head against my chest. “Yes.” She mumbles under her breath.

Taking off my shirt and my bra, I lay back on the bed turning onto my stomach and exposing the tattoo of a black spider situated on my shoulder blade. My skin twitches slightly as Tara’s fingers move over the bare skin, tracing the edges of the spider legs.

“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed this before.” She sighs her palm pressed flat over my spine. “I hate that I never noticed before.” Her voice is merely a whisper as small fingers dance over my tattoo again.

“Baby it’s ok. It’s not like your ever really looking at my naked back, it’s my front your more preoccupied with.” And with that I manage to turn over now laying on my back and gazing up at the woman with such adoration her cheeks glow red.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks with a frown still however moving to lay her chin on my chest, her lips resting against my collarbone.

“You never asked.” I shrug causing Tara to scoff. “If you get another one. Tell me.” She grins before pressing her lips hard against my neck. “Or else I’ll be forced into doing something that you will not enjoy.” She purs.

I whine softly as her hands move down my bare stomach, playing with the band of my pants occasionally dipping slightly further down.

“So have you guys worked it out?” Once again Sam doesn’t knock, instead opening the door wide.

“Get the fuck out.” Tara screams at her sister who stands slack jawed at the door. Sam says nothing as she closes the door muttering to herself softly.

“Fucking cockblock.” Tara groans laying her head in the crook of my neck. I chuckle pressing a kiss to the side of her head. Silence encompasses us for a few seconds before Tara shuffles around slightly.

“Can I start taking you from behind now?”

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #jenna ortega #scream #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter

[mikeysw1fey]

Woe and behold

request linked here

pairing: amber freeman x female reader

warnings: death, betrayal, murder, blood,

a/n: IM SORRY TARA. IM SORRY READERS. guys i’m back writing again so feel free to send requests :)

“Hi baby.”

I smile at Tara’s pet name as I walk over to our group during our lunch break ignoring Ambers lingering glare towards Tara.

“Hi.” I reply sitting beside Tara and leaning over to kiss her cheek gently. Sitting back against the bench I glare at Amber for a second before turning back to Tara who now rests her head against my shoulder.

“Do you wanna come over later? Sam’s not gonna be home for hours.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively and I let out a laugh. “Sorry, I have an assignment I need to start, next time though I promise.” I kiss her forehead gently before turning my attention back to the group most of which didn’t even notice our affection exchange.

……

School finishes rather early today, letting me head home at a decent time.

Opening my front door I head to my kitchen, humming a tune as I open the fridge and sigh at the lack of contents inside. I debate what to do next when a thud in the other room causes me to pause, my hands moving slowly towards the knives beside the microwave.

“Hello?” I call into the empty apartment, the largest knife gripped so tight in my hand my knuckles bleed white. “If this is some kind of prank Mindy I’m going to have your head.” I yell out again slowly inching towards the living room.

Silence encompasses the house. Not even a whistle of the wind can be heard as I creep along the carpeted floor.

But the silence disappears as quickly as it appeared as another thud causes my head to snap around, a figure dressed in black with a white mask rushing at me.

Ghostface.

I scream as it wraps it’s arms around my torso, the glint of the knife pressing to my throat gently enough as to not draw blood but hard enough that I know if I move it’ll hurt.

Panting can be heard from behind the mask before an arm is removed from my waist to pull of the hood revealing the face behind it.

“Hi baby.” Ambers cheeks are slightly red as she giggles at my glare.

“Your an asshole you know that? We aren’t meant to be in our ghostface costumes unless we are actually pulling a murder.” I snap shoving Ambers shoulder as she pulls the knife from my throat.

The black haired girl pouts. “I wanted to see you. And I wanted to go over the plan again.” Her arms wrap around my waist, the black robe pressed against my body.

“Your lucky I love you.” I narrow my eyes playfully before leaning in to kiss her lips. “Yeah, I know.” Amber replies cheekily before leaning in to kiss me again.

“Can we kill Tara next? Please?” Amber pulls back and presses her forehead to my own. I raise an eyebrow at her question, my own forming on the tip of my tongue. “Are you jealous baby?” I smile slightly and lean over to peck her jaw as she frowns. “Just- I don’t understand why you have to pretend to date her.” Amber shrugs looking towards the floor.

I chuckle gently and tilt her chin back up so she can face me. “I love you Amber. Not Tara. I’m only dating her to have an alibi for the murders. She’s nothing to me. I promise.” I reassure the girl before me who nods slowly. “Ok.” She replies and nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck before pulling back suddenly.

“Don’t you have an assignment to do?” Amber asks with a puzzled frown. I shake my head and move my mouth beside her ear. “Lies. I just didn’t wanna fuck Tara. She doesn’t do it as good as you.” I whisper breathily, smiling at the goosebumps arising on her neck and the tightened grip on my waist.

“Wanna prove that theory?” Ambers eyes go dark as she gently pushes me towards my room. I nod enthusiastically smashing my lips against hers in search of satisfying the fire burning at my core.

……

“Welcome to act three.” Amber pulls the gun from her pants and shoots Liv straight through the forehead. Blood splatters all over my shirt as I fake a scream, pretending to be terrified. “Run.” Sam shouts, grabbing Richies hand and heading out the room, bullets narrowly missing her figure much to my disappointment.

“Baby, follow me quickly.” Tara cries hobbling in the doorway on her crutches. Amber stands on the other end of the room causing me to glance between the two.

“Baby?” Tara’s voice holds caution as she remains frozen in place. “Sorry T, but she’s not your baby anymore.” Amber smirks maliciously, her hand extended to me.

I laugh at Tara’s shock before moving to grab Ambers hand and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. My body remains glued to Ambers as I release her lips only to see Tara had disappeared. “Coward.” I scoff kissing Amber quickly before taking the gun from her hand.

“Hey baby I wanted the gun.” Amber pouts. My eyes roll playfully before I lean in close to her ear. “If I get the gun then once this is all over I’ll make it up to you.” I pur.

Amber nods enthusiastically before pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’ll find Sammy, you look for Tara.”

Nodding, we head out seperate ways. “Tara. Baby. I promise I’ll make this quick.” I shout maniacally, slamming open doors and dragging the gun against the walls to increase the tension and hopefully her terror.

Only when a crutch smacks me in the face do I realise I had fallen into a trap. Tara swipes her second crutch under my legs causing me to tumble to the floor, my gun clattering out of my hands and under the table inches away from my fingertips. Her moonboot digging into my side time and time again.

“No, I’m sorry baby. Your hurting me Tar. Please.” I beg curling in on myself as she continues battering me with her crutches. “You. Mother. Fucker.” She pants, the hits slowing as she grows tired. Her hesitancy as I plead gives me enough time to kick my foot hard against her broken ankle, a snap causing her to scream out in pain before collapsing against the wall.

I leap up, pushing my hand against her throat ignoring her cry. “You couldn’t even tell your own girlfriend didn’t love you.” I pout condescendingly.

Tara paws at my hands, tears spilling down her cheeks as her breathing slows. Just as her hands go limp my own breath gets caught in my throat. Pain rushes through my stomach and I instinctively drop my hand from her throat and move it to my abdomen.

Looking down, blood pours from a bullet wound, the red pooling on the floor just inches from where Tara has collapsed onto her knees. “Touch my sister again you bitch. I dare you.” Sam spits from behind me, gun outstretched in her hand.

My breathing comes out in short sharp gasps, no words leaving my throat as I attempt to speak. With a strangled gasp, I collapse to my knees tears flowing down my cheeks.

“Amber.” I manage to whine earning a scoff from the tall dark haired woman before me. “She’s gone.” Sam snaps placing the gun down to reach for Tara who holds her throat, eyes wide and vulnerable as she gazes at me.

“Please.” I pray on her vulnerability, reaching a hand to her to which Sam slaps away.

“You motherfuckers.” A high pitched screech echoes throughout the hallway before a pattering of footsteps causes Sam to re grab the gun.

Ambers jaw is clenched tightly, her hand wrapped around the knife as she lunges at Sam swinging wildly. “I’m gonna rip out your heart you coward.” She screams before another gun shot is heard, Amber freezing in place.

“No.” I gasp finding enough strength to reach for the black haired girl who stumbles slightly gazing up at Sam in torment before collapsing against the wall, slowly falling to the ground.

Reaching her side, my body slumps against the wall, rejecting my attempts at moving closer. Removing my bloodied hands from my stomach I press them against her chest where her blood pours from.

“No. No.” She whimpers, blinking slowly, her gaze moving from the sisters to my eyes, her brown softening slightly. “Not you.” She manages to wheeze. Tears crawl down her cheeks, a weak hand raising to cup my face.

Both Carpenters remain on the other side of the room, now standing up, Tara’s arm wrapped tightly around Sams waist in order to remain stable. “Come on let’s get out of here. Let them be.” Sam looks almost sorrowful as she leads the shorter girl out the house. Tara looks back only once as they walk away, her own tears falling over her quivering lips. “Goodbye.” She whispers to herself.

“Keep your eyes open for me baby.” Amber breathes, her chest rising and falling with difficulty. I smile dopily at her but that smile falters as her hand drops from my face, her own face scrunching up in a grimace, the pain spreading from her chest as more blood pours out of her wound.

“Ambs.” I manage to breathe, the searing pain in my stomach increasing as sobs begin racking my body. Amber groans half heartedly, her head lolling to the side. “No no no no.” I whimper. My hand presses as hard as I can possibly can against her chest pleading the blood to stop pouring as I watch her chest slowly stop rising.

Heartache tears through my chest, the torturous feeling worse than the bullet wound as I watch the woman I love mosts eyes become devoid of her usual soft brown.

“I love you baby.” I wheeze letting my own head fall against her chest, ignoring her bloody wound. It can’t hurt her anymore.

I can’t find the energy to remain with my eyes open, not wanting to witness Ambers corpse any longer. Instead I succumb to the dark blanket of death, feeling my chest slow and the pain fade.

And just as I find myself drifting into the endless void, Ambers voice echoes through my head.

“See you on the other side.”

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #amber freeman #scream #mikey madison x female reader #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #angst

[mikeysw1fey]

video games

pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

warning: sadly quite short, fluffy

a/n: short and sweet (i’m so lonely 😭😭)

I don’t hear the front door open or close, my headset blocking out ninety percent of all noises. Only when Jenna’s body climbs into my lap do I realise she’s home.

Freeing one ear from my headset I glance down at the girl in my lap with a smile. She feels almost weightless though her grip on my waist is firm, something she does when she craves my attention. Jenna’s thighs rest on either side of my own, her head burying itself in my neck. These tells cause my eyebrows to furrow slightly.

“Hey baby. You ok?” I whisper letting go of my controller to draw patterns up and down her back. My game can wait.

Jenna shrugs her arms tensing around my waist confirming my suspicions. “Come on, I need words.” I coax her head from my neck to find her smiling softly, tears welling up in her eyes. “Baby?” I breathe gently cupping her face, my thumbs stroking just under her cheekbones. “I’m ok, just very happy to be home.” Jenna chuckles closing her eyes and leaning into my touch before once again nuzzling her face into my neck. “Long day and I’m ready to sleep.” She yawns.

I sigh in relief and return her embrace.

Beep Beep

Jenna sits up alarmed, hands clenching my shoulders tightly causing me to chuckle. Her body tenses only to relax at realising it’s simply my game being left on paused for too long.

“How does a shower sound? Then we can sleep.”I kiss her jaw gently goosebumps awakening at my touch. Jenna’s hand traces light patterns on the curve of my sides. “Are you saying I smell?” Her nose scrunches slightly, eyes narrowing in faux anger.

“Your words not mine.” I tease. Jenna doesn’t accept those words, her hand coming up to slap my arm. “Ow.” I wince frowning at the chuckling girl on my lap. “Shower. Go.” My eyebrows furrow, playful anger coursing through my body. “Grumpy.” Jenna whispers under her breath with a cheeky smirk.

My hands press against her stomach, nudging her off my lap to which Jenna protests her own hands wrapping tighter around my waist. “Come with me?” She pleads gazing up at me with those eyes. I huff and look away from her only to feel her fingers close around my jaw tilting my face back down to her own.

“Please.” She whispers, lips ghosting mine. It takes all my courage to not pin her to the couch and kiss her hard enough to leave bruises. “No baby cause we both know where that would go and you need to relax, not get riled up.

Jenna debates my answer before moving off my lap and heading towards our bedroom. “Be like that then.” She doesn’t turn to look at me as she walks away knowing I’m right.

Although she puts on the annoyed facade I hear her yell I love you from the bedroom, those three words assuring me she isn’t seriously angry.

Fifteen minutes pass by, my solitude being kept cosy with my controller in hand, gentle music playing in the background keeping the atmosphere calm amongst the violence on the tv screen.

“Can you come to here please?” I’d be lying if I said Jenna’s shout didn’t scare me slightly. But I obey, turning off the console and tv before heading towards the bedroom.

Candles flicker, the breeze causing a slight chill inside the dimly lit room as the window beside the bed remains open. Jenna smiles dopily, a cigarette in hand as she smokes beckoning me to her side.

“I missed you today.” She reaches for my hand to pull me down. A smile adorns my face seeing her flushed cheeks. “I missed you too.” I whisper softly nuzzling my nose against the side of her face. “Want some?” She asks gesturing to the cigarette in her hand. I nod, holding onto her wrist gently as she places the cigarette against my lips.

As the the cigarette becomes a dud Jenna throws it onto the ash tray with a sigh. “Bed please.” She groans walking the mere three steps and collapsing face first into the mattress. Following my girlfriend I sit on the edge, my hand tracing patterns under her baggy sleep shirt and along the hem of her sleep shorts.

“Closer.” Jenna mumbles against the blankets, her hand flailing around in an attempt to find my body and pull me against her. “Please.” She whines scrambling up the mattress and resting her face on her pillow.

“I’m coming.” I chuckle standing up to blow out the candles before swiftly moving onto the bed and beneath the covers.

Jenna finally pulls her face away from the pillow, head tilted in my direction she smiles. “Come here then.” I whisper opening my arms for the smaller girl to fall into. And that she does.

Manoeuvring her body so her legs slot between my own, soft skin against soft skin. Her head lays on my chest and her eyes close, relaxed as my fingers find themselves tracing patterns under her shirt once again.

“Goodnight baby.” I whisper pressing a kiss to her head. Jenna hums contently. “Goodnight.”

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x female reader #jenna #ortega

[mikeysw1fey]

more than a friend?

request linked here

pairing: mikey madison x female reader

warnings: none really

a/n: i don’t like this one too much but it’s alr cause i’m coming out of writers block (yay)

I don’t get jealous. Jealousy is for people who are insecure about themselves… right?

“Mikey I swear. Punch me again and I’ll push you out of this car.” I threaten, a wide smile on my face as I lean as far as I can away from the black haired girl.

“I can’t help it if we keep driving past yellow cars.” Mikey shrugs, her smile matching my own. I simply scoff and roll my eyes. “I’m gonna have bruises on my arm for weeks. People are gonna start to think your abusing me.” I fake pout earning my own eye roll from the driver of the car.

“You’ll live.” Mikey chuckles before pulling up to the restaurant car park. I mock her playfully before exiting the car and following her towards the front door.

As we enter a chorus of whisper yells call our names. Mason, Jenna, Melissa and Jasmin all sit around a table. Mason waves us over and points to two seats beside one another.

“Thought you might wanna sit next to each other.” Jasmin wiggles her eyebrows suggestively causing my cheeks to flush red as I sit in between Jenna and Mikey. Jenna’s elbow nudges my waist as she too chuckles silently. I don’t dare to glance at Mikey in fear I could give away my feelings. That would not go down well.

Picking up the menu I pretend to be interested in the food until my cheeks return to their normal colour. “What you gonna order?” Mikey turns to me with a smile as the rest of the group chatter amongst themselves.

I let out a hum as I debate between the carbonara or the ravioli (pasta is my weakness). “Probably the carbonara.” I shrug causing Mikey to chuckle. “So I guessed right.” She smiles before Jasmin calls her name to get her attention.

Minutes fly by as the six of us talk and laugh. That is until the waiter approaches our table with a broad smile. “Hi what can I get for you guys today?” He grins, eyes drifting to Mikey who smiles politely. “What can I get you pretty lady?” He bats his eyelashes at the woman beside me causing an uncomfortable feeling to bubble in my stomach. Mikey chuckles softly, her brown eyes gazing up at the waiter. “I’ll take the Caesar salad with a side of fries please, can’t be too healthy.” She jokes.

I almost jump at the boisterous laugh the waiter lets out at Mikeys joke, my eyes connecting with Jenna’s, to confirm I wasn’t the only one who sees this horrendous interaction. “I can do that.” The waiter replies before hesitantly turning towards me, his broad smile now more of a forced grin. “I’ll have the carbonara.” I send him a fake smile before turning away, an awkward silence encompassing the table before Jenna voices her order.

Once everyone’s orders are written the waiter walks off but not before sending Mikey a flirty wink. My insides twist around themselves as my hands grip the table so hard as to prevent myself from strangling the man on sight.

“God that man was into you.” Melissa laughs from beside Mikey, her fingers poking the black haired woman’s side. “Tell me about it. He wouldn’t stop staring at you even when I was trying to tell him I can’t have chicken or bacon on my caeser salad.” Jenna groans.

I resist the urge to get up and go home. Petty yes but I hate watching the one person I adore being flirted with AND flirting back with some random.

“I think I’m going to go to the bathroom.” I feign a smile as I push out my chair and stand up desperate to get out of this conversation. “You want me to come with you?” Mikey’s quick to ask already half way out her chair. I shake my head almost too quickly. “No stay here, you’ll wanna be here for when the waiter comes back.” I reply maybe a little too harshly as Mikeys mouth opens and closes like a goldfish.

Both Mason and Jasmin send me a look but I ignore them instead walking away to the restroom as fast as I could go.

Resting my hands against the porcelain sink, I gaze at myself in the mirror. Although I look normal, I could feel the green eyed monster clawing at my stomach. Thinking about the waiters lingering gaze and his suggestive looks made me want to throw up in general, but thinking about them aimed at Mikey. That shatters my heart into a million pieces.

Blinking back tears, I run an irritated hand through my hair trying to think of an excuse for when I return to the table.

The restroom door opens and I inhale on instinct, brushing my tears away to make it appear as if I’m just washing up.

“Y/N?” Mikeys voice is shy, timid almost as she makes her way towards me. “Oh.” I breathe half grateful shes here and not at the table with that stupid waiter and half embarrassed she’s here while I cry over her.

“Are you ok?” The simple question is like a trigger sending tears cascading out my eyes. “Fuck, I am actually fine I don’t know why I’m crying.” I let out a chuckle but it falls flat as Mikey reaches for my hand.

“Don’t lie to me. We don’t do that to each other. Your my best friend, if somethings up I wanna help you.” She whispers tucking my hair behind my ear with her free hand.

Best friend

The word hurts to hear causing my eyes to squeeze closed as if that would protect the breaking of my heart. “I’m sorry for what I said before. About the waiter and stuff.” I sigh opening my eyes to look at Mikey who shrugs. “It’s ok, I don’t even want him anyway. I kinda have a crush on someone else.” She gazes at the floor. The words cause my breath to hitch in my chest.

So there is someone else.

“Oh. Yeah.” I manage to let out broken words. Tugging my hand away from Mikeys I let out a breath and wipe my cheeks. “I’m gonna head back.” I can’t look at her as I begin walking towards the door leaving Mikey behind me.

“Wait. Please.” Her voice is pleading almost begging me to not walk out the bathroom. Pausing, I turn on my heel and raise an eyebrow. “If I didn’t know any better it would sound like you were jealous.” She breathes slowly making her way in front of me once again.

My breath hitches for a different reason this time as she stops merely inches in front of my face. “And what if I am?” I reply waiting for the inevitable disgust and rejection to appear in Mikeys face.

“Then I would do this.” Mikeys lips connect with mine. Her hand reaching up for my face as I lean into the rhythm of our kiss.

The green eyed monster disappears leaving euphoria in its place.

I pull away only to better understand the situation, my hands still remaining slotted on Mikeys hips with no intention of letting go.

“So this means I’m the someone you have a crush on?” I frown as Mikeys shoulders shake with laughter. “Yes you idiot.” I don’t waste a second after she confirms my suspicions, my lips chasing hers once again.

Sighing into the kiss I can’t help but feel overjoyed, like I could conquer the world so long as my world remains in my arms.

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #jenna ortega #mikey madison x female reader #jasmin savoy brown #mason gooding #melissa barrera

[mikeysw1fey]

first i need to tell you there's no need to apologise for taking long for making the requests, writers block is a bitch so is understandable why you're taking your time!don't worry about taking longer than you'd normally take!! we'll be here waiting for your amazing stories <3 since you said it's okay to request some more I'll give you one, you can pick who you're writing for, maybe it'll help your writing flow if you pick who you're writing :)

so reader is in the football/soccer team (in my country we say football and not soccer so I put both terms there for you to understand better in case you're from w country that says soccer <3), it can be either a big team or just a school/college team, and on one of her matches when she's the one who needs to do this free kick she accidentally sends it to the people watching and it hits someone on the face a little too hard and makes them bleed and reader is like "oh no wtf did I just do? oh shit I'm a bad person, I hate it here". maybe the reader goes instantly to check on the person she accidentally hit or has to wait for the game to end since it's really close to end and the referee won't let her leave the field, if you go with the second option maybe you can make her be always looking at the area the ball hit the person and she looks really worried and stressed about it, after the game is done she leaves the field and keeps looking around to find the person she hurt. hope this makes sense to you, if it doesn't ill try to write in a more clear way

ur actually too kind, ofc i can do this request for you, it’s brilliant oml yess. im probably going to do a jenna character for it i feel like i haven’t written for her in a minute. thank you for understanding u guys are honestly too good for me ah. much love to all of you and i’ll link it here when i’ve written it :)

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #jenna ortega #amber freeman #max fox #tara carpenter #vada cavell

[mikeysw1fey]

the fair

request linked here

pairing: amber freeman x female reader

warnings: male hitting on us 🤮 fluff

a/n: i promise the requests are slowly being done i’ve got bad writers block atm sadly. feel free to send in more i promise they will all be done eventually.

Metaphorical drool drips down my chin at the sight of my girlfriend leaning against the bedroom wall, phone in her hands as she waits patiently for me to finish getting ready.

Putting the finishing touch on my makeup, I walk up to her and smile as she instantly turns off her phone and puts it in her back pocket. “You look beautiful baby.” She gasps reaching for my waist. “Ambs shush, your gonna make me blush.” I scrunch my nose as she laughs. “Isn’t that my job as your girlfriend?” She cocks her head to the side causing me to roll my eyes.

“I don’t wanna keep everyone else waiting, can we go to the fair now?” I ask gently tucking Ambers hair behind her ears. “One last thing before we go.” Amber whispers before pressing her lips to my own. Before I can even kiss back she removes them teasingly and takes my hand.

“You wanted to go now right?” She smirks. I narrow my eyes at her and gently punch her shoulder. “Fucking tease.”

Amber sticks her tongue out at me before heading to the car.

……..

“Took you long enough. What you have sex on the drive over?” Mindys quick with the insults as Amber and I arrive last of our entire group, although Tara isn’t far in front.

“Mindy shut up.” Amber rolls her eyes at the brown haired girl who makes a face back causing me to silently chuckle, the beef between my girlfriend and our best friend never not being amusing.

“Tara and I are gonna go on the roller coasters,” Chad interrupts giving the rest of us a small wave before heading off, his arm wrapped around Tara’s shoulders. “God they are almost worse than you.” Mindy fake gags with a glance towards Amber before turning to Anika and tugging her away towards what looked like a shooting game.

“Guess it’s just me and you.” I grin turning to look at Amber who pretends to roll her eyes. “On second thought I’ll just go with Mindy and Anika.” I shrug turning around only to be tugged into Ambers body as she grips my waist. “No. Stay with me.” She shakes her head with a playful grin before leaning down to kiss my lips.

“Fine. But I wanna play the game where you try to get the ring around the bottles.”

Amber nods letting my waist go but taking my hand as we walk towards the stall housing my favourite fair game.

“Uh just one round please.” Amber hands the teenage boy working the stall a five dollar note in return for five rings. I grin as Amber places the rings in my hand and stands back, arms crossed over her chest as she watches me play.

Throwing the first ring my eyebrows furrow as it clinks against the glass but ricochets off and onto the floor. “Bad luck beautiful.” The stall attendant grins at me. I chuckle awkwardly glancing back at Amber to see her glaring hard at the teenager enough so that I can’t help but crack a smile.

My next two shots both manage to land around the neck of a glass bottle, the stall attendee congratulating me with a flirtatious wink much to both mine and Ambers disgust. Throwing my fourth ring I hold my breath as it twirls around the neck of the bottle before falling off causing a sigh to fall from my lips. “If you get the next one in, I’ll give you a prize anyway.” The teenager grins moving to lean against the counter just inches away from my hand.

I chuckle awkwardly and turn my attention to my last ring throwing it towards the bottles. Whether it was lucky or not the ring lands squarely on the neck of the bottle. Amber smiles at me gently as I turn to her, my own bright smile covering my lips.

“As promised, your prize beautiful.” The worker grips my arm and tugs me towards him so fast I don’t even realise what’s happening. “Get your fucking hands off her.” Ambers quick to react pushing herself between me and the stall attendee. “Are you blind or just fucking stupid? She is not attracted to you dimwit.” Amber snaps at the teenager who stands slack jawed at the confrontation. “I-I didn’t realise. My bad.” He whispers taking a step back and raising his hands.

Amber scoffs and points to the large teddy bear hanging on the wall. “That’s her prize, grab it.” She orders and in seconds the large bear is in her arms.

“Here you are baby.” She turns to me, a sweet smile on her face as she hands me the bear and presses a passionate kiss to my lips making sure the teenager can see very clearly who I belong to.

“Thanks Ambs.” I intertwine our fingers and pull her close to me as we walk away from the stall.

“Ferris wheel?” Amber asks with a squeeze of my hand. I nod enthusiastically glancing up at her with an adoring grin. “Thank you for before, I didn’t even, like, realise what was happening.” I shake my head with a frown feeling rather grossed out. “He was an idiot, and plus, I don’t really feel like sharing you with anyone else.” Ambers free hand cups my cheek and pulls it to her lips as she presses a kiss on the side of my face. I blush softly and smile at her affection, a rare treat especially out in public.

………

“This is beautiful.” I gasp turning my body to the window to admire the view from the top of the ferris wheel.

The fair ground shimmers and glows under the moonlight, lights dazzling splashing colours left right and centre.

“I know.” Amber sighs wrapping an arm around my waist and resting her head on my shoulder. “I wanna stay here forever.” She whispers kissing the bare skin of my neck softly. My nose scrunches at the ticklish sensation before I lean back into her arms, watching the lights fade as we go further down the ferris wheel.

“Is that Tara and Chad?” I squint glancing outside the ferris wheel carriage at two people tucked in between two stalls making out. “It is too.” Amber laughs glancing at the small girl and the much taller man attempting to hide from the public eye. “That’s disgusting.” I cringe looking away as the ferris wheel begins another rotation.

Ambers breath hits my ear causing goosebumps to run down my neck. “It’s not disgusting when it’s my mouth on yours.” She whispers causing my whole body to tense, a familiar tingling feeling coursing through my stomach. “You are right about that.” I reply as the ferris wheel finally comes to a stop.

“You wanna go home and try it out?” Amber quirk an eyebrow, a suggestive smirk on her lips. I roll my eyes and move to collect my large teddy bear from the seat across from me. “Your the one telling Mindy why we bailed.” I retort exiting the carriage with my hand interlocked with Ambers.

“Anything to get you out of these clothes.” Amber whispers in return chuckling at the sight of my cheeks flushing red. “Who knew seeing your best friends making out would make you so horny.” I tease causing Ambers eyes to roll. “Please, seeing Tara and Chad sucking face did little to turn me on. That was all you.”

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #jenna ortega #amber freeman #scream #mikey madison x female reader #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #anika kayoko #tara carpenter

[mikeysw1fey]

falling for you

pairing: tara carpenter x female reader

warnings: embarrassing y/n.

a/n: the requests are being written guys i apologise for the time it’s taking

The first time I see her is on my way to my bio lecture. She was walking in the other direction, books tucked comfortably under her arm as she laughed with some curly haired girl.

It was crazy how fast I managed to fall for her, both physically and mentally.

Stumbling forwards I brace myself for the pain as I land face first into the concrete. “Oh shit are you good?” I curse whoever the higher power of this world is as the girl rushes over to my side.

“I’m good, just clumsy.” I manage to laugh through my embarrassment as I push myself to my knees, wincing as I run my hand over my face. “Your bleeding.” She contradicts monotonously as her eyebrow raises.

Seeing her up close made me want to fall over again, her perfect brown eyes that could swallow me whole and her nose adorned in little freckles that made a trail all the way down her cheeks. “Did you get a concussion or do you always stare this hard?” She asks scrunching her nose slightly.

“Neither?” I chuckle awkwardly willing the floor below me to open up and take me away from this pride shattering situation. “Ok, well if your ok then I have a class to get to. Try not to hurt that pretty face of yours anymore alright?” And with that she sends me a smile and a wave before heading back to her curly haired friend and continuing on her path to class.

………

“You fucking fell over in front of her?”

“Shut up ok, I didn’t mean to.” I hiss at my best friend Charlotte who doubles over in laughter earning a glare from our bio teacher.

“Oh that’s beautiful. I wish I was there.” Charlotte cackles wiping a tear from her eye. “Did you at least get her name?” She asks still recovering from her laughing fit. I run a hand down my face once again forgetting about the cut running across the side of my cheek. “Fuck ow.” I inhale sharply making sure it hadn’t re opened before turning back to my friend. “And no I’m a fucking idiot. You know this. I can’t talk let alone flirt with pretty girls. Especially ones who flirt back and call me pretty.” I sigh and rest my hands under my chin. “Besides this campus is massive, I doubt I’ll ever see her again.”

Charlottes eyes roll playfully. “Your life is sad. So pathetically sad.” Her hand rubs my back as she turns her attention back to our teacher.

………

With an aching head I manage to sit through the rest of my classes for the day and answer the many many questions on what happened to my cheek. None of which I answered honestly.

And with my last class over I go to head back to my apartment with Mac Miller blasting in my ears but a light tap on my shoulder forces me to pull out my airpods and turn around.

“Hi, sorry for interrupting your music session, just wanted to make sure you were ok after your… fall, earlier.” The same short brown eyed girl from earlier smiles up at me, her eyes lingering on my cheek.

My heart skips a beat (or five) and my hands rush to tuck my stray hairs behind my ears. “Oh uh that’s ok. I’m alright just got this to deal with when I get home.” I shrug nonchalantly as if the cut on my cheek didn’t make me sob in a bathroom for ten minutes.

The girl laughs, a sound that makes me believe I just ascended into heaven. “Yeah you better make sure that doesn’t scar. Although it’s a known fact that chicks dig scars so.” She smirks cheekily and winks.

“My names Tara by the way.” She extends her hand and I take it slowly. “Y/N. My names Y/N.” I shake her hand gently, our hands remaining intertwined for longer than is considered normal.

“You know how to take care of your cheek?” Tara asks leaning on her tippy toes to get a better view of the wound. “Uh, I’ll just have a shower and hope it gets better I guess.” I laugh awkwardly as Tara shakes her head, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“This might be forward but can I come to your apartment? Just to make sure you treat your cut well. I’ve had my fair share of wounds I know what to do with them and I’m sure you don’t want your face scarred forever.” Tara shrugs before looking down at her shoes that dig awkwardly against the pavement.

“I’m ok with it. So long as you don’t plan to murder me.” I chuckle causing Tara to place her attention back on me, her eyes rolling playfully. “Please, I’m five foot basically nothing. I think you’ll be fine.” She retorts as the two of us slowly begin walking towards my apartment.

“You never know. They say the small ones are the ones you need to watch out for.”

……

Arriving back at my apartment, Tara is quick to ask where my bathroom is before tugging me towards it. “Have a shower and hope.” She scoffs as she mocks my earlier words. Shoving me against the bathroom sink, although she apologises at the unnecessary force used, Tara rummages through my medicine cabinet until she finds what she’s looking for.

Antiseptic.

“This is gonna hurt.” She smiles apologetically before moving to stand between my legs, her brown eyes catching mine. “Is this alright?” She asks, slowly reaching up to grip my jaw. “Better than ok.” I scrunch my nose up as she blushes before letting out a whine as she finally presses the liquid to my wound.

“I knew you were trying to kill me.” I breathe, trying my hardest not to look like a wimp. Tara’s eyes flicker to my own filled with worry before returning to my cheek as she dabs away. “Trust me, this is the least painful part.” She chuckles. I don’t reply, simply fixated on her concentrated face.

Once again I find myself following her trail of freckles and losing myself in her brown eyes. Only this time I don’t have a concussion to blame it on when she catches my stare.

“So what’s the excuse this time?” She whispers, her nose basically brushing mine as she gazes up at me.

I can’t reply, my voice stuck in my throat as her dimples appear following her toothy grin. Mustering up as much courage as I possibly can I let my hand fall upon her waist pulling her further into my legs. “I don’t have one.” I manage to breathe out as her breath hitches.

I watch as Tara’s eyes fall to my lips, her tongue running over her own. “Just kiss me.” I whisper surprised at my own confidence.

But confidence is key as Tara’s lips connect with my own, her hands leaving my jaw to tangle themselves in my hair as I squeeze her waist gently.

Capturing her tongue with mine is something that I had yet to even imagine, the feeling of euphoria rushing through every nerve in my body.

Only when breathing becomes a problem do I pull back and grin at the flushed face of the brown eyed girl before me.

“Your beautiful.” I sigh moving a hand to her cheek and caressing it lightly. Her lips twitch upwards as she shrugs. “Your cheek is still not treated. Let me finish my job and we can finish this later.” She teases softly before leaning in to peck my lips once again.

“And I promise you. We will.”

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #jenna ortega #scream #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter

[mikeysw1fey]

hi! If you are still accepting requests could you please do an amber x fem reader but they are having a date on a fair? I’d love to read some fluff with amber :)) thank u!

definitely. it might take a while because i’m working on alooot of different stories atm but i’ll link it here when it’s out. :)

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #jenna ortega #amber freeman #scream #max fox #mikey madison x female reader

[mikeysw1fey]

even if you changed a small portion of it it's still HELLA GOOD, LIKE I CLICKED SO FAST AS SOON I GOT THE NOTIFICATION, that you posted.

LIKE- HPFMRBYSKS IT'S AMAZING 10/10 LOVE IT, AIN'T CHANGING MY MIND.

SORRY I SAW THIS SO LATE. thank youuuu i appreciate it. i legit love that u guys love what i write it makes me so happpy wtffff

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #jenna ortega #amber freeman #scream #jenna ortega x reader #max fox #mikey madison x female reader

[mikeysw1fey]

Hi, could you do an amber x reader where the reader is tara's girlfriend but in the end when ghostface is revealed the ghostface is amber and the reader, she was just using tara to help amber with the whole ghostface thing, she is actually amber's girlfriend.

And sorry if it was difficult to understand, english is not my native language

yes i can definitely do that i love this idea. when it’s done i’ll link it here :)

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #jenna ortega #amber freeman #scream #mikey madison x female reader

[mikeysw1fey]

putting my input in it takes three that nobody asked for: it's basically mikey's character being charming all the time and being COMPLETELY ignored by the dude, who's not that nice as he thinks he is and he's kinda of a jerk and failed completely as a friend, and made her his second option for everything! like it's the half of it but straight with bits of sierra burgers is a loser like the other anon said... i honestly only wasted for mikey and stayed for mikey because she looked good like she alwayd does

see i love mikey with my entire heart but i couldn’t put myself through that sooo i may or may not have just searched up her scenes on youtube 🤷‍♀️

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #amber freeman #max fox #scream #mikey madison x female reader

[mikeysw1fey]

Not a request but like We all love mikey right so I watched "It takes three"..imma be real here it's not the best movie it's basically another "Sierra Burgess Is a Loser" Movie but like I watched it only for Mikey and god it was painful it sit through a movie like.

I typically don't like watching movies like that but it's worth to see mikey 😩 even if i gotta sit through cringe.

nahh cause i saw like bits of it and i cringed but mikey looks so cute, especially in the beach scene i pissed myself when she rolled around in the waves.

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #amber freeman #mikey madison x female reader #max fox

[mikeysw1fey]

disgraceful…

request linked here

pairing: max fox x female reader

warnings: homophobia, Maxs dad (a warning in itself)

a/n: i changed the request slightly, i hope that’s ok. my apologies if u don’t like it :)

Hot.

That’s all I can think as Maxs hands roam my waist keeping me situated on her lap, her lips pressed passionately onto my own as my hands run through her hair. Pulling back to breathe I smile brightly at seeing Maxs doe eyes staring up at me. “Your so hot baby.” I sigh leaning down to kiss her cheek softly.

Max’s cheeks flush red. Her lips are swollen slightly and her eyelids are slightly heavy. “Shut up.” She whispers moving one hand up to my face to tilt my head back so her lips can attach to my neck.

“Oh yes-“

“MAX.”

The two of us are fast to leap away from one another, one of my hands moving to cover the hickey Max had definitely just given me and the other attends to my ruffled hair and clothes.

After taking care of the mess I am I look up to the doorway to see Sam (Maxs mum) and a man I hadn’t seen before standing slightly aghast.

“Dad?” Max frowns. I glance over to my girlfriend to see her jaw clench in annoyance as he waves sheepishly. “Xanders staying for dinner apparently so hurry your asses down here.” Sam grins, her right eye twitching ever so slightly.

“Right be down in a sec.” Max replies shoving both her parents out her room and closing the door behind her.

As the door closes Max glances at me, her face one of pure irritation. “Are you fucking with me? He comes over today? On our anniversary and has the audacity to stay for fucking dinner.” She begins pacing the room, hands tugging at her hair.

“Hey Max. Baby. Calm down.” I immediately pause her pacing as I stand before her grasping at her wrists. “I know it’s annoying but once we have dinner we can come back up to your room and watch movies and lay together ok? Just get through dinner.” I lean in and kiss her forehead allowing her to inhale deeply and nod.

“Let’s get this over with.”

Heading down the stairs, nausea washes over me at the thought of Max’s father waiting for our entrance. Even though I know he won’t be around often I can’t help but want him to like me, for Max’s sake.

“Took you long enough.” Frankie’s quick to remark with a roll of their eyes as Max and I take our seats beside one another at the table. “Shut up.” Max retorts causing Sam to glare at both of them.

An awkward silence encompasses the table as everyone not so subtly glances at the girls father who seems blissfully unaware of the tension he is causing.

“So are you two best friends?” Xander asks gesturing between myself and Max with his fork, his eyebrows twitching slightly. “No. This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Max replies rather harshly causing my hand to reach for her own under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Ah.” Max’s father remains silent, tearing his eyes from the two of us and over to Duke.

As he attempts a conversation with the youngest sister I glance over at Max to find her stabbing at her food. “Did the food do something to you?” I smirk towards the curly haired girl who sends me a glare. “Shut up.” She replies sulkily, her curls falling in front of her face. I sigh softly knowing she doesn’t mean what she’s saying.

“Baby, it’s going well.” I whisper reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ears. The action causes Max’s lips to curve up slightly as she tilts her head at me, mouth open to reply.

“Let’s not do that at the dinner table.” Xanders voice is laced with disgust as he grips his fork rather harshly. “Do what exactly?” Sam asks with a condescending tilt of her head.

“You know what I mean.” He grimaces gesturing circles around Max and I. “And what do you mean exactly?” I ask with faux confusion, not willing to let him ruin Max and I’s anniversary because he can’t handle lesbians. “Spit it out.” Max snaps, her eyes narrowed as she glares at her dad.

“It’s not natural ok? Is that what you want to hear?” Xander scoffs slamming his fist against the table, the cluttering of cutlery causing both Duke and Frankie to flinch. I can feel the tightness of my jaw as I eyeball him, his hands shaking with what could be rage or anxiety or both.

Tension fills the air, so thick I feel like I’m choking. Everyone’s eyes remain on Xander as he remains unashamed, his own eyes staring daggers into Max’s.

“Get the fuck out.” Sam abruptly stands up from her seat and points to the door. “It’s one thing to not see your daughters ever, but to come into our house and discriminate against them.” She let’s out a breath before inhaling again. “Get the fuck out before I drag you myself.” She seethes, her veins in her hands popping so hard I fear they may explode.

Xander hesitantly rises to his feet, his eyes falling to the floor as shame runs through him. My hand reaches for Max’s, squeezing it gently as tears flow down her cheeks.

Xanders shame turns back to fury at our interaction, his shoulders squaring at the two of us. “Disgraceful.” He spits at Max, who inhales deeply and looks away from the man. “You heard Sam.” I manage to say, a frown forming on my brow as his sour expression turns to me. “Don’t speak to me you-you fag.” He snaps before turning on his heel and heading towards the front door, slamming it loudly on his way out.

Maxs facade finally breaks, her shoulder crumbling as she sobs heavily. Sam pouts rushing over to hug her daughter, Frankie and Duke not far behind, a few stray tears falling down their cheeks.

“Hes not welcome back here.” Sam whispers pressing a kiss to Max’s head before glancing over at me. “Are you ok sweetie?” She asks reaching over Max to extend a hand to stroke my hair and cup my cheek. I nod, jaw clenched. “I’ve had worse said to me.”

Sam chuckles lightly before pulling away from Max. “Come on girls, give them some space.” Frankie and Duke pull away and leave the kitchen but not before giving me one last hug.

“Look after her.” Frankie frowns glancing at Max who sniffles slightly. “Of course.” I smile letting Frankie go and moving my chair closer to Max as it becomes only the two of us.

“I’m here Max. I’m not going anywhere.” I whisper leaning forwards to pull her into my chest. Maxs arms wrap tightly around my waist, her head burying itself in my neck. “He hated me. That look on his face.” She shudders in my hold and continues to sob.

I bite my lip trying to ward off my own tears. Pressing my lips against her hair I shake my head. “He doesn’t hate you baby, he will need time to process and if he can’t then your better off without him.”

Max pulls her head out of my neck so she can look me in the eyes. “I adore you.” She whispers giving me a teary smile. My hands reach up to cup her cheeks, wiping the stray tears as I return her smile. “I adore you too.” I reply leaning forwards to place a kiss on her nose. “You don’t deserve the cruelness the word can bring.” I sigh gently tracing patterns along her jaw with my thumb.

Maxs lower lip trembles and juts out slightly, a tell tale sign she was about to cry again. “I love you baby.” I whisper pressing my lips to hers in an attempt to kiss her pout away.

It works as I feel her smile against my lips. Breaking our kiss she pulls away again to place her hands in mine.

“I love you too.”

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