[𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑] A story where two girls, Y/N L/N and Amber Freeman, are psycho killers in love, terrorising the small town of Woodsboro. When both the girls have different motives to killing, after hearing Sidney Prescott the "final girl" returns to town, Y/N makes it her mission to finally finish what her Uncle started, and avenge him at last. [I do not own any of the Scream 5 characters!]

Drew Sheppard has exactly three goals: play basketball, keep her head down, and avoid feelings at all costs. Then pop star Sabrina Carpenter crashes into her life like a glitter-covered wrecking ball with perfect hair and zero chill. What starts as casual texts turns into coast-to-coast chaos, a TMZ scandal, and the kind of emotional mess Drew has spent years avoiding. Her teammates are suspicious, the paparazzi are circling, and Drew? She's just trying not to catch feelings- and failing miserably. I DO NOT HAVE RIGHTS TO ANY CHARACTERS BESIDES MY OC... Anyways hi welcome lol. I hope people actually read this lmaoo pls enjoy this, leave constructive criticism, or fun comments.

a famous model finds herself battling her own sexuality when her new found celebrity friend develops feelings for her. - intentional lowercase typing.

☕ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 🥀 (｡>﹏<｡) two years later, the heart still remembers... ✧･ﾟ: * It's been two years since Arabella stood at the airport, kissed her goodbye, and let her go. *:･ﾟ✧ Now? Arabella's moved into a small, cozy house near the Violet Hour-the little café that still smells like dreams and burnt espresso. Her life is quieter now. Lonelier. Full of familiar streets, old friends, and a love she never really put down. She tells herself she's okay. That time heals everything. That some love stories are supposed to end before they really begin. Until fate-and a certain someone-decides to come crashing back into her life. Until "what if" becomes "what now." Because the heart doesn't forget the places it called home. And neither does she. 𓆩♡𓆪 "When they try to criticize, I choose to ignore all of it... and instead I think of you some more. Cuz I want you." I want you - minova 𓆩♡𓆪 📖 slow-burn angst ✧ second chances ✧ cozy cafe dates ✧ stolen glances ✧ a love story written in missed calls, coffee cups, and unfinished goodbyes. Will Arabella risk it all again for the girl who never really left her heart? Or will she finally learn how to love herself more than the memory of what could have been? ☁️ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑... ♡

"If I were able to steal the key to your heart, I would only use it when it needs some love... but it's hard since we're apart-it's got me wondering." - If You Were Mine, Minova ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ In the flickering warmth of an old coffee shop-where the record player skips just enough to feel vintage and the air always smells like cinnamon and nostalgia-Arabella exists quietly. She's just a girl with chipped polish, thrifted sweaters, and a heart that loves a little too much in silence. Her days pass in a blur of steamed milk, soft indie music, and the same familiar faces. Until Sabrina Carpenter walks in. Velvet voice, honeyed eyes, famous smile-the kind of girl who belongs on billboards, not in a place like The Violet Hour. But she returns. Again and again. And Arabella starts to wonder if maybe the universe isn't as cruel as it seems. They speak in glances at first, in scribbled lyrics on receipts, in fingers that brush too long when coffee is handed over. Time slows. The air shifts. It's soft, but it's burning. And somewhere between espresso shots and midnight rain, Arabella falls-not just for Sabrina, but for the idea that maybe she could be someone's muse too. ༄ a story of slow touches, aching tension, & everything unsaid. ༄ a little broken, a little brave. ✦ content warnings: 18+ - smut, heavy yearning, soft cussing, public teasing, artistic angst, and just enough heartbreak to make the sweetness sting. ✧ aesthetic moodboard: ❝ foggy glass / lipstick on collars / tangled headphones / journal pages with hearts / whispered secrets / candlelight & cigarettes ❞ ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ "If I could go outside and take you out, we could talk all night-you're all I think about." - If You Were Mine, Minova ✧ a tender storm dressed in flannel and stardust.

Melody accidentally leans on a celebrity's trailer at Coachella, and her life is forever changed. She learns new things about her sexuality, is pursued by one of the most famous musicians in the world, and has a budding relationship secret from the world and the people closest to her. When her best friend comes to visit her, she finally spills about her new partner in this dual-timeline love story.

on the surface, sabrina carpenter is everything she's supposed to be: polished, perfect, straight. but when a single look from billie eilish makes something shift, the cracks in her carefully crafted image start to show. billie, who has always known exactly who she is, recognizes that look instantly. she knows what it means. and she's curious. the air between them is warm at first - just a flicker, a glance, a harmless pull. but heat rises. and once it starts, it's impossible to ignore.

We were twelve and thirteen when we met. She was the prodigy. I was the girl in the seats. We became inseparable. Billie Eilish taught me how to trust green rooms, group chats, and secrets whispered during warmups. I learned her laugh, her moods, the way she'd call me Mel like it meant something. I didn't realize I was in love with her until years later-after the pet names, the late-night calls, the almosts we never talked about. When we finally blurred the line-just us, no labels-it felt inevitable. Then she cut me off for a boy with a smirk and a spotlight. He found out about us. He made sure I knew I'd never be enough. I showed her what he sent. She chose him anyway. We haven't spoken since. Now I'm twenty-one, vegan, five feet of fury, chaos, and accidental fame. My sister Mya, my best friend Grace, and I are building something real. I swore I was done waiting for Billie to choose me. But the universe? Messy. Her music keeps finding its way into my life-and my work. People keep asking about us. And every time I see her name, I remember the way she used to look at me like I was hers. She says we're nothing. I remember everything. We're not friends. We're not over. And if she wants to pretend it didn't happen-fine. Let her watch while the whole world falls for the girl she walked away from.