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Just enemies?
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synopsis- mikey madison is a person who everyone wants to be friends with well almost everyone no one knows why mikey and y/n hated each other so much it was probably because y/n decided to join a play for the main role only to find out mikey was doing the same thing
MIKEY MADISON as AMBER FREEMAN SCREAM (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
MIKEY MADISON as AMBER FREEMAN SCREAM (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
Scream 4 (2011) dir. Wes Craven // Scream (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett
SCREAM (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
MIKEY MADISON as AMBER FREEMAN SCREAM (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
MIKEY MADISON as AMBER FREEMAN Scream (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett
my little stupid thoughts on scream [5] (2022)
so, i finally watched scream [5, i don’t care what they had called it] (2022) a few days ago and i’m thinking so many thoughts. spoilers under the cut, probably, for all the 5 scream movies.
don’t get me wrong. i really liked the movie, and considering i hated scream 3 (what the hell with the roman plot twist. no, baby, my billy boy wasn’t ‘manipulated by you’ i really refuse to admit that movie as a canon part of the franchise) and i have a complicated relationship with scream 4 (i absolutely hate emma roberts and her motive was lame but kirby won my heart and i liked the new generation vibes it had), i was relieved to see that the scream franchise still had that something that hooked me up in the first place to the movies. HOWEVER, they had so many things and they could have done so many GREAT things and they went for two kids in a relationship, ONE OF THEM BEING A MINOR (because as far as i know, amber is a minor and richie isn’t) that wanted to do a new movie because stab 8 sucked. listen, i couldn’t care less about fucking stab 8 and their flamethrower.
one thing that i agree now with my dad (yes, i watched the movie with my parents, sue me. my dad is an actual movie buff since he studied cinema and sound and has great opinions on any type of movie, horro flicks too.) it’s something he said during the whole movie. that was “i don’t see the point of this movie”. i didn’t either, but i wasn’t going to tell him since well, i don’t really like to agree with him or telling him his right. plus, i was busy with watching the movie, and i have absolutely no thoughts during the scream movies rather than my suspect list. but now that i have thought about it for a few days and read some more opinions online, i have my own. and i know realize that the way they made this movie could have been even better if they truly had used what they had right there.
“what’s the point of this movie?” introduce a new generation to the scream franchise and continue it that way, that’s what comes to mind when i think that question. “what could’ve been?”
there’s a point very clear in the movie. there’s an absolute obsession with the original, with billy loomis... but most importantly (sorry, my love), with stu macher. during the whole movie, since the begining with tara when she doesn’t say stu’s name, we see that the lack of fame stu has is insulting, especially considering that he and billy were a (gay) team. they were planning on getting away with it, together. it wasn’t a one sided thing, billy wasn’t going to betray stu at the end. they were going to live happily ever after in billy’s cabin in the forest and have lots of dog and children until they planned the next murder spree (this is completely canon, they told me themselves). stu was FORGOTTEN. it was the perfect way of bringing him back, because my man did not die just because a tv fell on top of his head. what kind of cartoon-like death is that? IN FACT, knowing that scream 3 was originally planned to be orchestrated by stu himself (which would have been way better than fucking roman) we know that he was supposed to be alive. he’s not dead. billy is (THEY SHOULD GIVE HIM THE INMORTALITY SLASHERS HAVE IN ABSOLUTELY EVERY MOVIE TBH). but are you kidding me?
the lack of the stu plotline in scream [5] has only ONE explanation, and that one is: stu is the ghostface in ‘the sequel’ aka scream 6. HE HAS TO. it’s not even a petition now, it’s a command. you think my man is going to be sitting around doing nothing, allowing his name to be forgotten while his boyfriend’s gets to live on for something he did too? OH-OH. no, no. even matthew lillard wants to come back, and has thoughts about it (and has asked about people doing fanart of post jail!stu, and i haven’t seen that so i’m formally requesting it too). i want the gay angst. i want stu flipping out and killing sidney in the sixth (i think neve is off the project so let’s kill gale). i want the glorious moment when we’re in the climax of the final scene and fucking stuart macher takes off his mask and he’s smiling the shit out of that because he fucking did it. he’s killing it (someone, probably sam, if she continues to be the final girl, is going to kill him and win, i know, BUT HOW GLORIOUS WOULD IT BE FOR STU TO COME BACK?). we have the reasons, the evidence, the means. this is not you wattpad wannabe petition, this is something that could have become real, and since it hadn’t, someone better do it in the next one. it would be the perfect way to end with the past scream fandom and continue with the new gen, because let’s face it — dewey died, alright? if neve’s out then there’s no more sidney, but courtney is still in, right? so there’s gale fucking weathers, and once that one is dead, then we have the new gen. it’s perfect!
i really liked this new scream movie, though. not so much the motive (100% lame), or the ghostfaces (i knew AND SAID amber was shady right when the movie started and said she was the killer once i saw stu’s house. she was too obvious, guys, although the actress made a terrific job. i didn’t expect richie because it would be too obvious, being the boyfriend and having dewey say not to trust him... but turns out, it was as obvious as billy was, just like worse because he was annoying), or the killings. i mean, ghostface did kill judy hicks in the middle of the day, the stabbing was WAY too much, and the killings were too fast. there were no chase scenes, which were one of the best things in the scream franchise. but i really liked the characters and their connections to the canon ones.
i liked wes and how sweet he was, i really didn’t like him dying. i liked chad being a doofus and mindy being like her uncle, randy. I LOVED MINDY LIKING GIRLS because scream was made for and by the gays and theys and we must never forget kevin williamson and the fact that billy and stu were queer coded and based in gay serial killers. (my parents thought mindy and chad were the killers which made me laugh the fuck off). i liked how annoying liv was and i even suspected her of being one of the killers. i liked amber shadyness (everything went downhill when she was proved to be a ghostface, although i have to say, she was badass).
i LOVED sam as a final girl and her being billy’s daughter. her seeing billy because psychosis is hereditary but treatable. i ADORED jenna’s performance as tara, because i loved tara surviving the opening scene and being the absolute best (my mother believed richie when he said maybe tara was the killer. i laughed my ass off, again, but this time with my dad). and i just know jenna would have killed sam’s role, but anyways.
i hated richie. but this new generation thing gave the vibes from kirby and the others in scream 4, which i really liked.
that being said, IF STU ISN’T THE GHOSTFACE IN SCREAM 6 I WILL RIOT. thank you for the floor.
stab - amber freeman
Summary: amber and reader watch stab.
a/n: i just saw scream yesterday and i am more obsessed with mikey/amber than i was when the movie was announced, i’m so in love with her😞😞 also thx for almost 100 followers💁🏽♀️
“So you’re telling me you’ve never seen the first Stab before?” You shake your head no, making Amber roll her eyes. “How long have you known me?” She asks, making you look at her. “Over a decade?”
“Exactly, that means we should be bonding on a molecular level. Meaning…Stab marathon!” Amber opens her laptop she had grabbed before, pulling up Netflix. “There’s like 7 movies, usually meaning the first one is the only good one.” You mumbled. “Who told you this?” Amber asks while looking in your eyes.
“Halloween? Friday the 13th? Jaws. Alien. Final Destination.” The brunette’s jaw drops. “You can’t be serious.”
“What? You’re gonna sit here and tell me that Stab is any different?”
“It is! You just have bad taste.”
“I have bad taste?” Amber nods, turning on the movie. “The quality is so bad, looks like a fan film.” Amber groans, pointing out that it was made in the 90s, so of course it looked like that.
You had become so engrossed in the movie, you hadn’t noticed focus on your face. She barely blinked as her eyes tore a hole into you. It’s not like she needed to pay attention she’d watched this movie a million times.
“Okay, that was good. Am I gonna be disappointed next movie?”
“No, I promise.”
i’ve been writing a LOT lately and i’m kind of writing an OC for amber😁👆
insane - amber freeman
Summary: amber and reader want to make the requel all by themselves.
a/n: double post! also, i’m gonna start writing for other scream characters (sam, tara, mindy, tatum, jill, sid) eventually💁🏽♀️❤️
When Richie had begun his monologue you were already outside. Amber had attacked Chad, and you covered her tracks where you could, but she eventually killed Liv and revealed herself.
You remembered when she pitched this idea to you.
She’d brought up some random guy on video chat as you stared at her with your eyebrows raised. “Ok…I know you don’t want to this, but let me convince you.” She coos. You’re sat in her bed, jaw clenched and eyebrows scrunched.
She grabs your hands, kissing them softly. “You’d do anything for me, right?” You subconsciously nod, making her smile sweetly at you. “I want you to help us. I would do anything to repay you.” She promised.
Of course you trusted that, it was Amber for christ’s sake. “Really?” Nodding once more, she looks back at Richie and back at you. “Of course. I love you, Y/N.” Richie didn’t have to see your expression to know Amber had you hooked.
When they’d discussed it in private, he planned to frame you and Sam. Sam was the blood-crazy daughter of Billy Loomis, and you were her Stu Macher, following her out of blind loyalty. Amber didn’t want that, but she never told him she didn’t.
She told you, and you both let him act as though he was the mastermind. That was until you were now outside, and acting as though you looked to help Gale Weathers to her feet. “I’m okay! Just take the gun.” You nod, taking the gun as you find another way into the house from the back, sliding into the basement from one of the windows.
You climb up the stairs slowly, circling through the living room until you round it, now behind where Richie sits with Sam.
You could register what he was saying, but in the middle of his speech, you pulled the trigger, his brains splattering all over Sam. “Shit!” You whisper to yourself. Turning towards Amber, you aim the gun at Amber.
“Baby…” This wasn’t apart of the plan. You weren’t supposed to kill him. You start to laugh maniacally, everyone in the room, looking at you weird.
You turn towards Sam, shooting her in the leg, making her scream in pain. “Oh. That was so hot.” Amber mutters, making you look at her with a hunger in your eyes. “Really?” She nods. “Really.”
“I wanna kiss you so bad.” You mutter. “Not yet, we’re gonna take them…in the kitchen. Final act, baby!”
I have just finished writing the most tooth rotting Amber freeman fluff and I can’t wait to post it but something wrong with the draft and I can’t add any photos :( it’ll have to wait til tomorrow
Heads, Hearts, and Hangovers
☆〜Pairing: Amber Freeman x Fem!Reader
☆〜Genre: Fluff
☆〜Word Count: 1.7k
☆〜Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, suggestive language, underage drinking
(Y/n) shuffled through the bursting halls of the Freeman residence, weaving her way through the swaying bodies as if she were swimming amidst a school of intoxicated fish. Scouring towards the kitchen, desperately seeking her girlfriend amidst the chaotic party scene. It was no secret that Amber had indulged in a few too many drinks-not that she hadn't herself-and now she stumbled around clumsily, attempting to lend a hand to fellow partygoers.
A door creaked to her left, a familiar denim jacket caught her eye as she stumbled to the side, eyes meeting her flushed lover as she fought with the stubborn door, juggling a cascade of beers in her arms like delicate newborns, her face glowed spotting her girlfriend through the crowd.
"Jesus Amber, what the fuck- here let me carry some," (Y/n) exclaimed, voice filled with concern and surprise as she reached out to take a few beers from Amber's overwhelmed grip.
Amber, however, shook her head stubbornly, a determined glint in her eyes. "Don't worry (N/n), I've trying to show off for my girlfriend,"
(Y/n) chuckled, her worry mingling with amusement, as she threw her hands up. "Alright, Hercules. But if you drop them, I'm not helping you to clean it up!"
Amber threw her head back in hysterics, stumbling in her tipsy state, bottles clinking together as she reached the kitchen counter, as the bottles tumbled and scattered across the counter, one rogue bottle dared to defy gravity, teetering precariously on the edge. (Y/n) stumbled forwards, grasping the neck before it plummeted to its demise on the sticky, rustic wooden floor, (Y/n) sent her most intimidating glare—which wasn't very intimidating due to her inebriated state—Ambers eyes widened in shock, her mouth gaping like a fish.
Amber regained her composure, grasping the beer bottle from her hands and popping the cap in between her teeth before deftly leveraging her jaw as a makeshift bottle opener. With a determined twist, the cap relinquished its grip, releasing a faint hiss of escaping carbonation. (Y/n) stood there, eyes wide with astonishment, momentarily frozen in a state of disbelief.
"I didn't know you could do that," she whispered, In the cacophony of the crowd, (Y/n)'s voice barely carried, but Amber still heard her. She handed her the beer, as her she opened her own.
Ambers arms snaked around her waist pulling her to her body. Lost in a moment of intimacy, she gazed into (Y/n)'s eyes, discovering a universe of stars twinkling within them. Amber leaned in closer to (Y/n)’s eyes dipping to her glistening lips.
"Yeah? If you think my mouth is impressive at opening bottles, you should see what else it can do."
(Y/n)'s fingers instinctively found the delicate silver heart pendant that adorned Amber's neck, using it as a tether to draw her closer. With a desperate pull, she closed the remaining distance, their lips meeting in a ravenous, passionate kiss. (Y/n)'s fingers found their way into Ambers's hair, gripping with fervent need. Ambers's hand lay on her cheek, her gentle hands caressing her softly, as her right hand rested on (Y/n)'s waist, the ice-cold beer sending shivers up her spine.
A whistle sounded from behind them, Amber pulled away, glancing over her shoulder into the living room, where Chad and Mindy sat watching a Stab movie.
"Get a room, you two!” Mindy shouted in a hazy state, hands cupped around her mouth, to be heard from across the house. Chad was chuckling beside her. (Y/n) whipped her head around, flipping the two off as they made their up to her room. (Y/n) giggled like the love sick teen she was, clutching Ambers hand tightly in her grasp, as they clambered the stairs.
Surprisingly, no horny houseguests had escaped to Ambers bedroom to have sex. Quietly shutting the door behind them, creeping into the room as if they were attempting to be discreet. The muffled sound of music entered the room through the drywall. It’s melodic rhythm and pulsating beats reduced to a muffled haze as it traversed through the walls. Faint vibrations tingled in the air, an auditory tapestry that whispered tales of distant celebration and drew her thoughts towards the lively atmosphere beyond her sanctuary. (Y/n) could feel the floor softly vibrating beneath her.
Amber held her hand softly leading her to the bed to lay down on the bed, the burgundy bedsheets welcomed her like a cloud as she sunk into the mattress. Amber switched off the room lights and lay down next to her, adjusting so (Y/n) could rest her head on her chest, lovingly stroking her hair. She let out a big sigh content with her lover in her arms, gazing up at the glow-in-the-dark ceiling star she had scattered throughout. She used to be terrified of the dark when she was younger, afraid the monsters would come for her, but (Y/n) gave her an extra packet she had for her room. Ever since that moment, no matter where they were, the star would keep them linked, they were written in the constellations.
“I can’t believe we still have these up,” (Y/n) sighed caressing her waist, letting out a delicate giggle she uttered, “Who knew our thing would be luminous ceiling stars!”
Not receiving a response, (Y/n) broke her gaze from the ceiling to connect with Ambers affectionate gaze. No words were exchanged, but the emotions were palpable in their shared gaze. Their eyes spoke volumes, communicating a depth of emotion without uttering a single word. Silent but expressive, their gazes conveyed a tapestry of emotions: love, longing, understanding.
Both of them lay in a state of peaceful contentment, the stars softly illuminating the room, broken by a car's headlights shining in the driveway.
Everything was as it should have been.
Ambers's body tensed up, arms leaving (Y/n)’s huddled body and slamming them flat onto the sheets—startling poor (Y/n) who began to fall asleep—Amber sat straight up, straining her ears, head tilted towards the door, suddenly her head whipped round to face a concerned, confused (Y/n). She could tell by the look on her face, that whatever she was going to say was going to be something stupid, by the shit-eating grin plastered on her flushed cheeks.
“List- (N/n)Listen, it’s our song!” She exclaimed grasping her hands tightly.
“Amber, it’s Pitbull”
“I love this song,” she muttered to herself, she attempted to pull (Y/n) to her feet to dance with her, “Amber it’s Fireball by Pitbull, this isn’t our song?” (Y/n) burst out laughing tugging Amber back to her arms, she resisted.
“It can be!”
“I am not letting Mr fucking Worldwide be the song for my first dance,” Amber paused, arms going limp to her side, “first dance? You want to have your first dance with me?”
(Y/n) looked at her lovingly, eyes scanning her shell-shocked frame, her eyes wide, her eyes welling up slightly.
“though you’ll have to propose first-“Ambers's entire body moved at a lightning pace, hands grasping (Y/n)’s face pulling her in for a passionate kiss—which failed miserably—the two girls recoiled in pain as their heads collided, holding their foreheads in a mix of shock and pain.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to, babe, I’m so sorry,” Ambers's eye remained screwed shut, attempting to comfort her girlfriend by caressing her knee—which she now knelt beside in pain—in attempt to apologise for the erratic rush of affection she tried to display when her emotions overwhelmed her.
(Y/n) peeled open her eyes, more concerned for her girlfriend than herself, “It’s ok, baby, you didn’t mean to, I know,” she lightly touched her wrist moving it delicately away from her face, the area on the centre of her forehead being to explode in an aggressive red.
“Come on, I think it’s time for bed, we still have to clean the house tomorrow,” Amber groaned at the thought of having to clean up after the party, letting (Y/n) pull her into the bed beside her, both of them stripping themselves of their clothes to get more comfortable.
“Just so you know, I’d love to marry you someday (N/n),” Amber said while looking intently into her eyes, she placed a soft kiss on her red lips before closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s chest to sleep. Placing a peck to the top of her head, (Y/n) surrendered to her slumber.
A loud knock startled the two girls out of their deep rest. The morning sun streamed harshly through the curtains, casting its bright light in stark juxtaposition to the lingering glow of the ceiling stars that had illuminated the room the night before.
(Y/n) sat straight up, her head was pounding and the sunshine wasn’t doing her head much justice, reaching over Amber—who turned around burying her face into (Y/n)’s side, refusing to wake— to get some Tylenol for herself and her clingy girlfriend.
Tara peeked her head in through the small gap in the door, “You guys aren’t naked are you?” Her eyes were screwed shut in case she saw something she couldn’t erase from her mind if she tried.
Amber groaned into (Y/n)’s waist, sending a tickling sensation up her side, “completely nude,”
“Haha, seriously guys, Wes is down there attempting to make breakfast, I’d seriously get down there before he-“ Tara paused, examining both (Y/n)’s and Amber’s faces, “I expected hickeys, but Jesus Christ—what the fuck did you two do last night!”
Amber and (Y/n) both turned to face each other in confusion, the aftermath of their accidental collision present itself, as both Amber and (Y/n) were left with a visible mark etched upon their foreheads. A gentle, purplish-blue bruise adorned the skin, a tender reminder of their drunken mishap from the night before. Its presence, now in daylight, seemed to amplify the slight discomfort they felt.
“Shit!” Amber exclaimed, assuming hers didn’t look any better, (Y/n)’s hand gently felt around her forehead, the feel the extent of the pain. “We hit our heads against each other last night, when I tried to kiss her,”
At the explanation, Tara clutched her side, grabbing the door handle to stop herself from collapsing to the floor, “good luck trying to explain that to everyone!” She scurried off as quickly as she came, leaving the two girls alone once again. Amber shrugged laying back down to sleep, pulling (Y/n) down with her.
“I guess we have another thing that ties us together now,”
Please send in some requests for Scream <3
I fucking love Amber so much, and it was surprisingly easier to write for fxf than mxf, my sapphic side is really slaying today,.
Sneak peak for solace
I didn’t intend for this fic to be almost 6k words, I was literally aiming for 2k :P it won’t be posted tonight as it’s 4am but when I wake up I’ll edit it and post it before work so <3
Makes me giggle
it's so funny how my favorite ships are all menace x annoyed easily but then there is tamber where amber is an actual menace bc she stabbed tara a dozen times and tried to kill her and her friend group skdkd
i know the gay coding of villains is bad for business but unfortunately it is REALLY sexy
“I hate the Scream franchise.” Now replace the Scream franchise with gay people,not so funny now is it?