#amber freeman x female reader

[jazzsonly]

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ʜᴜɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴜ

pairing(s): amber freeman x g!p!reader

warning(s): no pronouns used. smut. blowjob. making out. recording. mentions of onlyfans. use of shaft and length. not too detailed or long bc it’s a blurb. (deal with it.) probably the worst thing you’ve ever read tbh.

summary: ❝ shut your mouth, i’m recording. ❞

inspired by.

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amber was touchy, it’s just who she was…especially with you. anyone who was with you in a room for more than a minute could pick up on this. the way she always jumped on you in excitement, her legs wrapped around your waist and her arms around your neck, while your hands rested under her thighs.

or the way she sat on your lap when you’re in the quad with core four. when she insisted on plucking your eyebrows, straddling you as you sat on the couch, legs settled on either side of you.

it was just normal for you two, and normal for anyone else around. as normal as it was, it was hard for you (no pun intended) to stay contained because amber was a pretty girl, a very pretty girl and you sometimes found it difficult to stay contained with her on your lap. it wasn’t just the fact that she was on your lap but that she was on your lap in the shortest mini skirt or the shortest biker shorts.

and she could never sit still, always making it a point to move her hips, rocking back and forth on you. claiming she were ‘trying to get comfortable.’ you just prayed to whatever in the sky that she couldn’t feel your hard-on when she was on your lap.

“you know…i’ve been thinking about doing onlyfans,” your eyes widen at amber’s statement.

it had been a lonely saturday, just you and amber at the apartment while the others went out for laser tag. you had been pretty worn at from work the day before so you decided to stay in and watch movies, amber claiming to be worn out too and offering to join you.

you were both on the couch, you arms stretched out and rested, legs opened in a manspread position. all while amber’s head rested in your lap.

“why would you need to do onlyfans?”

“ehh, just some extra cash. plus, our rent might go up.”

you clear your throat, swatting away the thoughts of the things amber would do for onlyfans. “why not just pick up extra shifts?”

“it’ll be no good, they cut my hours anyway cause the new hire.”

“well, whatever you’re comfortable with…i’ll support.”

the girl smirks, “you’ll support?”

“n—not like that, i meant—like i won’t judge you or be weird about.”

“so,” she pauses to sit up, looking at you more clearly. “you wouldn’t tune in?”

“wouldn’t that be weird?”

“no weirder than how you get hard every time i sit on your lap.”

your eyes widen and a nervous cough leaked out, “amber i—“

“relax,” she moves her position again, straddling your lap. “i like it. i like you.”

“you like me?”

“uh huh, and i want to make my first video with you.”

there were invisible question marks over your head. was this really happening?

“yo—you do?” amber smirks, she loved the affect she had on you. you were so nervous and lost in this moment. it turned her on.

she leans forward, her hand in the middle of your chest to steady herself, “i want you inside of my mouth.”

“amber, are you—i mean, i don’t want to mess up our friendship…plus, i’ve never done this before.”

“i’ll guide you…so, are you in or what?”

your bottom lip stuck between your teeth and your chewed on it in nervousness, of course you wanted to do it but what the fuck?

“you won’t even have to show your face, the camera will only come to your waist and i’ll be on my knees.”

you exhaled deeply, looking up at the girl, “ok.”

“yay!” she kisses your cheek in excitement before jumping up, she ran to her room to get the tripod and her phone.

your leg bounces rapidly, while she sets up the equipment near the coffee table.

“relax,” she hand comes down on your thigh to stop it from shaking. “you wanna kiss me first? help it be less nerve wrecking for you?”

you hesitantly nod, licking your lips.

the freeman places her other hand on your other thigh, steadying herself as she leans forward, running her tongue across your bottom lip. she can’t help but smirk at the hitch of breath you let out at her actions, she pushes forward, her lips pressing against yours and locking with them.

her seductive aura took over you, intoxicating you. as you start to relax, you get more comfortable and let you tongue run against her lips this time and she immediately opens her mouth, pressing her tongue against yours, letting you taste her.

her minty strawberry breath was now mixed with yours. her tongue rolls against yours, fighting a fight that she already won. and to dismay she pulls away, slowly.

her eyes study your face, your eyes still closed, lips still puckered and you lean forward into her, wanting more.

“mhm, ok stand up so i can line the camera up with your waist.”

easily, you comply to her demand, moving around the coffee table, you stand next to the tripod that held her phone and she slid down to her knees in front of you adjust the camera’s view.

you couldn’t help but look away in embarrassment, knowing your hard-on was showing through your sweatpants—the same sweatpants amber leans up and kisses the hem of.

“amber are you su—“

“shh, i’m recording.”

you tongue flys to the roof of your mouth, cutting your words off.

“look at me.” she softly demands and reluctantly you let your eyes meet her dark doe ones, that gracefully put you in a trance of obedience.

her nails run against your smooth waist before she hooks her fingers in the hem of your sweats and let them drop down to your ankle, her eyes going back and forth, from your eyes to very noticeable print that now showed through your plaid fruit of the loom boxers.

a content smile takes over as she runs her fingers across the seven and a half inches, feeling the slight veins.

if it wasn’t clear to her, it was clear to you that your body was on fire with a desire that grew more and more with each slight movement of your roommates.

taking you by surprise, the girl swiftly hooks her fingers into your boxers this time, letting them also drop your ankles, you length stood tall, whipping out, hitting her in the cheek softly.

“so big,” she utters straight into your eyes and somehow, if even possible you grew even more aroused.

you push your tongue slightly between your teeth and bite down softly when she grabs your base firmly, wasting no time to lick the tip. her salvia wet and moist on you, bringing you soft sensations.

she bobs her head down, only taking the tip into her mouth which caused you to lowly groan.

you had a few girlfriends in the past and though you didn’t go all the way, you’d gotten head before but not like this, not like amber. her movements were so precise, your pleasure was her’s and she wanted to make sure it was just right.

with a pop, she let you fall from her mouth, taking the left over spit and using it as lube to move her hand up and down your shaft, she had a tight grip and she twists when she comes to the base, going up and down with the same movements.

“fuck, amber.”

“mhm, feels good? tell me how good it feels, y/n.”

subconsciously, without any embarrassment you let out the pleasure. “it feels so good, amb. so good.”

she hums in satisfaction, taking you into her o shaped mouth once more, this time going deeper then just the tip. she bops her head up and down, eyes still locked on your half closed ones.

once again, amber studied you. the way you fell apart in her hands (and mouth), the way your head slightly threw back, and low curses feel from your mouth followed with an occasional ‘amb.’

she’d been wanting this moment for a long time and she finally got it.

making it a point to pleasure you, to send you over the edge, amber sucks air in through her nose and prepares to take all of you into her mouth, deepthroating you.

“oh fuck!” music to amber’s ears.

“amb, i’m so close! don’t stop!” without even knowing it, your fingers lace in the girls hair and grip tightly as you move her head just the way you want.

her eyes watery and her breath shortened, she let you do whatever you wanted.

once you feel that familiar pit in your stomach, you tug her hair and release yourself from her mouth, letting your cum squirt on her face without warning, but of course the freeman didn’t mind.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻 a gift for all my beautiful, sexy, silly babygirls.

[the-oblivious-writer]

Daylight - Masterlist

Amber Freeman to Eventual Tara Carpenter x FootballPlayer!Fem!Reader (No gf au)

I once believed love would be (Burning red) But it's golden Like daylight

Status: Ongoing

Summary: You have known Tara Carpenter since you were six. For years on end, she could depend on you and you could depend on her. But what happens when this friendship is put to the test? Your girlfriend, Amber Freeman, of two years has certainly got a hold on you. A hold you tend to deny, unlike everyone else around you

Warnings & Tags: Love triangle, friends to lovers, teen romance, footballplayer!reader, toxic!relationship, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort & mature language

(You're responsible for the media you consume, do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable)

Chapters:

Blurb

Chapter One: COMING SOON...

[lesbianpepsi]

Meant To Be Yours

pairing: amber freeman x fem!reader

summary: amber has tricked you into killing one student, you refuse to be tricked again; something amber doesn't like.

words: 2.165k

warnings: canon scream stuff, death, description of murder, knives, violence, blood, swearing, toxic!amber, manipulation, bad writing

authors note: a double whammy tonight for y'all. i have no regrets.

"All is forgiven, baby. I promise I'm not mad about what you said to me." Amber said through the call making your jaw clench as you shake your head, not believing a word that comes out of her pretty mouth.

"Stop calling me, Amber." You told her in the most demanding voice you could muster up, covering it up with your growing fear as your eyes glanced around your living room. "I've not forgiven you so just leave me the fuck alone." 

Amber scoffs through the device. "Why are you saying these things, Y/n? You've practically thrown me out like I'm fucking trash!" Her voice became more gruff as her anger quickly replaced her fake kindness.

"Because you are, Amber, you're fucking trash. You tricked me." You remarked as you ran a hand through your hair, staring intently at the dark corners of the room. 

"Is that what you think? That I tricked you?" Amber asks you in an overly heartbroken tone making you roll your eyes. "You did trick me, Amber, you manipulated me into doing something vile."

"Baby, you know I'd never manipulate you, I love you too much." She says her voice is becoming quieter. 

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you shook your head, your jaw still clenched tightly. "You manipulated me into killing, Wes." You whispered through gritted teeth, your heart beating erratically in your chest. "You said it was going to be a harmless prank to scare him."

"It was harmless." She defended, the sound of her shuffling around being heard on the phone. "Wes was a bitch boy anyway."

You scoffed as you stood up from the couch, your anger towards your girlfriend and the grief and guilt of Wes's death making your blood boil in a disgusting way.

"Fuck you." You whispered before hanging up on her, turning your phone on silent mode before tossing it onto the couch. 

It was only supposed to be a prank; that's what she told you. 

Wes was notorious for his hatred towards horror movies, especially Amber's favourite Stab. 

Amber suggested to you that you and her should play a little prank on him after he was "too touchy" with you as Amber said.

The prank being you and Amber would dress up in the famous Ghostface costumes and give him a little scare.

You were reluctant in the beginning but after Amber's persuasive words you eventually agreed.

Amber had already planned it out and told you how the prank was going to play out. 

You would call him as Amber would sneak into his house and scare him before taking off her mask and showing her friend it was a prank.

That isn't how the prank went. 

You were in Amber's car on call with Wes as Amber sneaked into the house late at night in the Ghostface attire.

In the beginning it was going smoothly, even funny to you at times. Then in a blink of an eye everything changed.

As you uttered the iconic line "What's your favourite scary movie?" you didn't get a panic response or even get hung up on; instead you heard fighting.

Screams so loud and guttural you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

Immediately you ran into the house to see what had happened to your absolute horror. You saw Wes on the floor covered in blood as he gargled on his own blood, his throat cut lightly, as if Amber was teasing him an easy and quick death. 

You didn't even know how it was possible that Amber could hurt him so much in less than thirty seconds. 

His eyes met yours as he whispered out his final words, a look of betrayal on his face.

"Y/n?" 

Amber killed Wes, and you helped her. 

You screamed at Amber as she gazed at Wes's dead body, taking off her mask as a look of pleasure swirled in her dark eyes.

She was proud. 

When you threatened to tell the police what she had done her proudness was replaced with smugness as she waltzed at you, a bloodied knife still in her grip. 

"You're an accomplice to my crime, baby. You call the cops on me and we both go down." 

Her words hit you like a wrecking balls with reality. You were an accomplice to her crimes.

The Bonny to her Clyde.

You didn't know what to do - you still don't know what to do, confess the truth to the police and go to prison or keep the entire killing an unsolved mystery; let your best friend become an unsolved case.

One thing you have been doing is avoiding Amber, hell, you've been avoiding everyone. You haven't left your house in days as you rotted away; the guilt slowly killing you.

Sighing, you ignore the vibrations from your phone as you move towards the kitchen, going to make yourself a glass of water in a weak attempt to calm yourself down. 

Grabbing a glass you headed towards the sink to fill up your glass. As the cold water slowly filled it up your eyes were focused on it as your thoughts were plagued by Wes.

You didn't even notice the person standing in the corner of the kitchen.

"Y/n."

You gasped as you dropped the glass making a loud clatter as it landed in the sink. Turning on your heel to your horror you see Amber standing a few feet away with a soft smile, the one that used to make your heart swoon. 

"Don't run." She asks you as she takes a step forward. 

Without hesitation as you do the exact opposite of her words, sprinting away as you headed towards your front door.

"I said don't fucking run away from me!" Amber yelled as her heavy footsteps were heard right on your heel.

Using all the strength and speed you could muster you force yourself to run even faster, but it wasn't fast enough. 

Amber's foot trips yours making you collapse to the ground as the view to the front door just reaches your eye sight.

You whimpered in pain as you tried scrambling back up but was stopped by Amber jumping forwards and standing in the hallway heading towards the door, blocking you from escaping the house; blocking you from escaping her.

She sighs as she runs a hand through her hair, looking down at you. "My love, please stop being like this. We're in this together, you can't leave me alone." 

Her soft spoken words wither into your heart as your glare softens, staring up at her as you slowly stand up. 

"Why are you here, Amber?" You demand as you take a wary step backward, your eyes focused on her body the entire time.

Amber's eyes gleam as she smiles crookedly at you, taking a singular step closer to you. 

"You left me, Y/n." She whispers, taking another step closer as you take another one back. "I fell apart without you and you've fallen apart without me."

You shake your head as you glance back at the stairs that would lead you to your bedroom before back at Amber's innocent looking face.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart, you and I both know we can't live without each other. It's what made me realise something." Amber whispers, taking another step closer as you don't take another step back, breathing heavily as you stare at her.

She smiled sweetly as she reached you close enough to place her hand in your cheek, caressing it gently.

"We're meant to be." She insists.

You smile back at her as you lean into her touch, Amber visually relaxes as her smile softens.

"No we're not." You say before punching her in the face with all the strength you had in your body.

Amber stumbled back in shock as a small ooze of blood began spilling from her nose. One of her slender fingers touches the blood before pulling away to examine it.

Her jaw clenched as her eyes connected with yours, a look of pure rage in her black eyes.

You swiftly turn around as you run up the stairs as you head towards your bedroom, the only place you know has a lock and a secret weapon.

"Y/n!" Amber yells as she chases after you, right behind you as she tries grabbing you, her fingers skimming over your back. 

Scrambling towards your room you unlock it and throw yourself inside before slamming your body against it, shutting it as you locked it. 

Amber's fist pounds against the door as she screams your name.

"Y/n, don't lock me out! I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one." She yells through the door, her palm laying flat against it.

You jump towards your dresser where a small pocket knife Amber gifted you was hidden.

Tears are free falling from your eyes speedily but you paid no attention to them, your only focus being on your life.

"You were meant to be mine." Amber growls from behind the door, banging against it once again. 

You flinch at the sound as you flick the blade out of its pocket, backing up against the corner wall as you sobbed quietly.

"I'm all that you need, Y/n, me. Not Liv, not Chad, not even fucking Tara; but me." Amber insisted in a raucous voice as she yelled. "You carved open my fucking heart, Y/n, you can't just leave me to bleed!" 

Your heart is going a hundred miles per hour as your hand becomes shaky, the small knife with Amber's and your initials on the blade shakes.

"Y/n!" She screams in a guttural rage, leaning her forehead against the door from the other side. "Open the door, please." Amber whispers but is loud enough that you hear it.

"Y/n, open the door." She begs again in a pleading voice, her own voice becoming shaky.

You frowned at her hurt voice as you unconsciously took a step closer to the door.

"Y/n, can we not fight anymore, please?" Amber whimpers, making your heart crack at her voice. 

You shake your head as you try to force yourself to stop getting closer to the door. You know she's only doing this to make you open the door, yet you still can't help but feel bad. 

"Please, baby, can we not fight anymore? I get that you're scared and that's my fault, and I'm so sorry, Y/n." You don't say anything as you remain frozen in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do.

"I've been there, feeling the guilt, I was there with you, remember? Do you really think I haven't been feeling horrible about it too?" Amber wailed from behind the door, her voice cracking.

Amber has been feeling guilty about it? You thought she didn't care?

"I can set you free, Y/n. From all the guilt and pain. I know how to." Amber states making your eyes widen in hope. She could make you feel better?

You're silent as you try to process her words, something Amber sees as a sign of rejection.

"Y/n, don't make me come in there." Amber says, her voice becoming louder and angrier the more she spoke. "I'm gonna count to three and if you don't open this fucking door I won't help you." She yells banging the door once again to emphasise her point.

You don't want that, you want Amber's help, if she wouldn't lie to you again, would she?

Wordlessly, you quietly walk over to the door, unlocking it as fresh tears still flow down your cheeks.

Amber immediately opened the door as her eyes locked with yours, her furious expression fading away. 

"You opened the door." She says breathlessly as she takes a step closer to you, her eyes averting  from yours to the knife in your hand.

You nod your head slowly as you drop the knife, your heart beating for Amber and Amber only now.

"Will you help me?" You croak out in a strangled voice. Amber nods her head as she smiles at you, placing a hand on her cheek just as she did earlier, the blood under her nose dripping onto her shirt but she didn't care.

"I'd do anything for you, baby, you're mine and I love you with all my soul and heart." Amber says as she uses her free hand to grab yours, interlocking your fingers together. "We're meant to be." She insists with her crooked smile.

You look down at your hands noticing the bruises on Amber's knuckles along with a few healed cuts. 

God, you caused that. You might've hated Amber but you also loved her. 

"Say it." Amber asked as she tugged your cheek making you look at her with tearful eyes. "Say you're meant to be mine." 

You swallow nervously as you gazed into Amber's dark eyes, blinded by her beauty and soft words.

"Meant to be yours."

[mikeysw1fey]

pig face perv

pairing: amber freeman x female reader

warnings: protective amber, creepy guy, SA

“Baby, hey baby.” I wave a hand in front of Ambers face hoping to get a reaction out of her as she stands motionless, a frown resting on her perfect face.

“Ambs?” I gently grasp her shoulder pulling her from whatever trance she was in. “Sorry, I was just trying to remember if I bought the drinks up from the basement for the party or not,” She shrugs. “I’ll check later. What are you wanting me for baby?” She tilts her head at me, a smirk resting on her lips as she blinks expectantly.

“I was gonna ask if that guy, uh what’s his face?” I snap my fingers together trying to remember his name. “Oh Kurt. Is he coming tonight? To the party?” I bite my lower lip, Ambers hands instantly finding my own as she shakes her head. “I specifically told that fuckhead that if he steps foot into this house I’ll stab him to death.” She snarls. I nod breathing a sigh of relief.

That man had not stopped hitting on me for almost a month now, at first it started out with a smile and a stare from across the class but then it just got worse as he would blow kisses at me or whisper some disgusting pig faced compliment or even ‘accidentally’ brush my ass as he walked past. Of course Amber didn’t take this lightly. She had already warned him multiple times but as he had ignored her she may or may not have taken it a step further by punching him somewhere where the sun does not shine.

“Don’t worry about him, that dick is not coming into this party. I promise.” Ambers lips meet mine, the rigid stance I had subconsciously struck melting at her touch. “I love you so much.” I smile wrapping my arms around her waist and nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck.

A few hours later and the party had begun, well more than begun it had reached its peak. People stand in huge groups laughing or yelling to one another as the music blares in the background.

“I’ll be right back baby, I’m gonna grab another drink, do you want one?” I turn to my girlfriend who sits beside me on the couch chatting to Tara. “No I’m alright, hurry back yeah?” She frowns slightly reaching for my waist as I stand and pulling me back down for a kiss. “Don’t do anything stupid.” She whispers against my lips causing my eyes to roll. “I’ll be fine.”

Swimming through the crowded room I finally reach the drinks table. Humming in thought I reach for the vodka before jolting forward as a hand brushes against my ass. An obvious mistake seeing as this was a huge party and everyone was kinda cramped together. But as it happened again I turn around.

“Hey baby.”

Kurt’s dirty grin flashes in my face as he leans against the table, his arms on either side of my body.

“Fuck off, Amber told you you couldn’t come.” I scoff pushing at his chest in an attempt to escape his hold. “And where’s Amber right now? Oh that’s right, not here.” Kurt smirks devilishly, his hands closing in on me.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” My voice wobbles slightly, tears beginning to brim around my eyes as fear washes over me. I stood no chance against him if it came down to it, he was almost twice the size of me with arms as large as my head.

“Aw baby, you and I both know you don’t mean that.” His hand comes up just under my breast, rubbing the fabric of my crop top with his thumb. My breathe hitches, his satisfied smile causing bile to form in my throat.

“Hey you pig faced perv.” All too quickly a fist is thrown at Kurt’s face causing him to stumble backwards, his presence moving further away allowing me to let out a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding.

“I fucking told you what would happen if you came here.” Ambers voice is fueled with rage, her fists clenched as she stalks towards the man who holds his bleeding nose.

“Dude, fuck off,she clearly craves the attention, she’s a fucking slut.” Kurt spits pointing at me. Onlookers slowly crowd around the three of us as Amber continues to storm towards the bleeding man.

“What did you just say?” She snaps, venom lacing her tone. She moves far too quickly to even be humanly possible as her hand grips the back of the boys head slamming it into the wall beside him multiple times until another figure rushes into view.

“Amber, Amber quit it.” Chads hands grasp Ambers own, gently pushing her off the semi conscious Kurt. “I’ve got it from here.” He frowns with a nod. Amber blinks at the jock before turning to face the crowd. “Alright parties over everyone. Get out.” She shouts causing an immediate bustle as everyone moves for the exits.

My breathing is laboured as Amber hurries to my side. “Your ok now.” She whispers pulling me into her body, her hands stroking my hair with so much care you would forget she had just rammed someone’s head against her wall. Tears fall against the fabric of her shirt as she watches Chad threaten Kurt before taking him outside.

“Did he- did he hurt you?” Amber chokes on her words as she pulls back from the hug, her eyes wandering up and down looking for any signs of injury. I shake my head, my lower lip trembling at the memory of what he had done.

“I’m so sorry baby. I should’ve come with you.” Ambers hands move to cup my face, her thumb brushing the tears away as they fall across my cheeks. I can’t bring myself to talk as Amber moves forwards placing gentle kisses on my jaw.

“I’ve got you now, your safe here.” Amber whispers as she slowly pulls me to her bedroom. She closes and locks the door before gently pushing me to her bed. “He tried to touch me.” I whisper unable to look her in the eye in fear of the disgust that could fall on her face. Ambers hands stiffen as well as the rest of her body. “Oh baby.” Her whispers hold no sign of disgust, but rather love as she cradles me in her arms letting my tears flow freely.

“I’ve got you now.” She repeats as her lips find their rightful place against my own. “Your safe, always and forever.” And with those words I close my eyes, arms wrapped tightly around Ambers waist as hers are around mine and attempt to fall asleep.

[bipstargirl]

❝Argument with Amber❞

★ when Amber is upset, she tends to withdraw inward, either becoming very quiet or completely shutting down. It can be frustrating because it feels like she's not communicating, but in reality, she's just processing her feelings and trying to come up with the right words to express herself. As her partner, it's important to give her space during these times, but also to let her know that you're there for her when she's ready to talk;

★ Amber can be very stubborn when she's upset, and it can be difficult to get through to her. She tends to fixate on one point of view and can't see any other perspective. When this happens, it's important to stay calm and patient, and to try to approach the situation from a different angle. Sometimes it takes a little creativity to help her see things in a new light, but it's always worth it in the end;

★ when Amber is angry, she can be very sharp-tongued and critical. It can be hard not to take her words personally, but it's important to remember that she's not attacking you as a person, but rather expressing her frustration with the situation. It's important to acknowledge her feelings and validate them, while also setting boundaries around what kind of language is acceptable in a disagreement;

★ during the argument, Amber and You struggle to convey their emotions clearly, leading to misunderstandings. Amber's passionate nature might be misinterpreted as aggression, while You, feeling hurt, may become defensive. The clash escalates as they both find it challenging to comprehend each other's true intentions;

★ amid the conflict, past unresolved issues resurface, adding more weight to the argument. Both Amber and You inadvertently bring up old wounds, making the situation even more complex and emotionally charged;

★ in the aftermath of the quarrel, both Amber and You resort to giving each other the silent treatment. This prolongs the tension between them, making it difficult for either of them to find a way to resolve the situation.

a little different from usual, but I was really lazy, and my creativity is low, I'm sorry :(

[lockettelullaby]

Ur amber freeman post was so good😭 can we get another? Maybe reader is also a Ghostface and they are just fluffy and chaotic together??? Plzzzz

A Little Bit Theatrical

Pairing: Amber Freeman x Ghostface Fem!Reader

Word Count: 615

Summary: You spend the night over at your girlfriend’s house to help her prepare for her big performance.

A/N: This request was so much fun to write! I’m also fully convinced that Amber gives off theatre kid energy.

“You know, it’s really hard to give my speech when you keep making faces like that.”

The voice sliced through the air as you lifted your head from your copy of Murder on The Orient Express. Standing across from the bed was none other than your girlfriend, Amber, who had a frown plastered to her expression. Realizing she was talking to you, you rolled onto your back, the upper half of your body dangling off the edge of a bed as if you were a circus performer.

”Huh? I wasn’t making a face!” you protested, bringing your book up to your face like a mask.

Rolling her eyes, Amber stepped forward to yank the book from your hands. Though she was upside down in your line of vision, you couldn’t help but feel your chest lift at the sight of her. Her raven hair fell over her red oversized flannel like a cascade of onyx. One sleeve had slid down to her elbow, allowing her black tank top to be visible as she raised a brow at you.

”Really? Then a mystery novel must be pretty hilarious.” she huffed, holding the book in the air as you pouted.

“It actually kinda—“

Your words fell short at the sight of Amber’s deadpanned expression.

“—okay fine. It’s just you’re…”

“I’m what?”

”…a little bit theatrical. Don’t get me wrong! You’re totally giving the whole scary-I’m-going-to-kill-you-all type vibe, it‘s just kinda like if the drama club was putting on a production of Stab.“

Amber paused, lowering the book in her hand. ”Babe, I’m in drama club.”

You blinked back at her before losing your balance, sending you tumbling onto the floor. Groaning, your gaze flickers back to Amber. She chuckles at the sight, gently helping you back to your feet. Your arms wrap around her neck instinctively, as if it were second nature to you. Giggling at her smile, you scrunched your nose playfully.

”I forgot you were a theatre kid.”

“Shut up. How would you deliver the lines then?”

You tilted your head, pretending to think as Amber‘s arm held you in a tight embrace around your waist.

“Make it slow. Saying things in a lower voice rather than yelling them makes the effect that much more scarier because it shows you’re in control of your emotions.” you explained, loosely playing with Amber’s hair.

Leaning in, Amber gently placed her lips against yours, the scent of her cinnamon perfume surrounding you like a storm.

“Did you learn that one from your book, baby?” she asked after pulling away, holding the book above your head once more. “Maybe you should do the speaking instead of me.”

It didn’t help that Amber was a few inches taller than you. Crossing your arms, you reached up for the book desperately.

“I thought the plan was you do the talking and I start the fun? Now give it back.” you protested.

Laughing at the sight, Amber smirked before holding the book behind her back.

”So you were paying attention. Kiss me first and then we’ll talk about getting your book back.”

Before a second thought could enter either of your minds, your lips crashed against Amber, leaving the two of you stumbling to the bed. Hooking your leg around her hip, you felt her arms draw you in closer as raven hair fell over you. Quite frankly, you didn’t care too much if you got your book back in that moment. Your attention was captivated by the theatrical girl above you.

[slut4j3nna]

Incorrect Quotes: Drunk Flirting

Tara: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Sam: You were flirting with Y/N.

Tara: So what? She’s my girlfriend?

Sam: You asked her if she was single.

Tara:

Sam: …And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

[they-call-me-emmy]

The Past Is The Past

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

This may become a multi-part story. Not sure. If we hit 250 notes maybe I'll make it a series.

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Tara plopped down on the small couch, burnt out. She'd just been released from the hospital. She was home. At least, that's where she thinks she is. It didn't look much like the home she remembered.

Sam had taken her home, which was weird to begin with, because she hadn't seen Sam since they were kids.

She had a stab wound in her side. That too was weird. She had hundreds of scars littering her torso and one that seemingly went through her hand. That's a curious scar. She'll have to ask Sam about that one.

She knew she had lost her memory. The doctors had told her. Her last memory was from 2020. She has seen Sam's face. She'd been worried, definitely worried. But she looked almost..relieved? Like something had happened in the past 3 years that they all wanted to forget.

She had friends still. The same ones she'd had for years before. Mindy and Chad. They told her that Wes and Liv had moved away. They didn't mention Amber.

That was weird.

Amber is her best friend.

There's a new girl, too. Her name is Y/N. Tara has no memory of the girl, but weirdly enough, Y/N seemed the most hurt by Tara's memory loss. Maybe it was because they'd met during the lost time, and she was the only person that Tara didn't remember.

Y/N kept her distance from Tara, too. She never made eye-contact with her. Always stayed far away. Never even said her name out loud, always referring to her by nodding in her direction. They'd never had a one-on-one conversation, not in the many weeks she'd come to visit Tara.

Why was this girl, this girl Tara didn't even know, so weird around her?

She's quite pretty too, with her (Your hair color) hair, and those pretty (Color) eyes. She's a sweetheart, from what Tara's seen with her interactions with the others.

Maybe they had history. Bad history. The kind of history that makes people hate each other even after they apologize and make up. Maybe they were close, and she wasn't sure how to begin the relationship again.

Tara wasn't sure. And she wasn't about to ask, either. Everyone was so...touchy with the topic. They wouldn't even allow her to know where Wes and Liv had moved, or even their phone numbers. Amber's name was avoided like some sort of plague. Y/N might be here, solid and alive in front of her, but somehow, that seemed like an even more dangerous zone to travel into.

This whole memory loss thing was giving Tara a headache.

But she just had to know.

Who is Y/N?

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Yay or nay my hoes?

[f4riedimples]

MY COLLECTION

pairings: pimp!sam carpenter x f!reader

warnings: mentions of drugs,underage drinking,sexual harassment ,provocation dancing, prostitution

wc: 1241

a/n: hi everyone, just wanted to finally come back since I’ve only been active on wattpad recently. Hope it’s not too bad!

Oh.

this has to be the worst mistake of your life.

like your whole fucking life. You knew this was a bad idea but you loved Sam so you did it anyways. It took some time convincing but you caved.

you don’t even know why she wanted to start doing this. You were only dancing but even that made you feel a certain type of way because of the way it went.

Sam would invite people over, get them tipsy, get you and the “client” in the room, you would dance, get paid, and that was that.

you didn’t complain since it would bring in a lot of income a week.

On the fourth day you made just 950 dollars in two hours. And it just kept increasing from there. But this didn’t seem worth it anymore.

it all started just a few nights ago. Sam told you who you would take to the room and dance for and that was supposed to be it.

afterwards though you saw the creepy state the guy was giving you. After he paid all his money he tried to grab you but your waist and sit you on the bed.

you immediately got up not feeling comfortable. “No touching, nothing further.” You replied calmly before trying to move past the man and check your earnings.

The dance was quite short but he still paid around 300-400. “Take off your clothes.” He order as he looked you up and down.

you almost froze up in shock and disgust. You knew this would probably happen sooner or later. “That’s not my job.” You denied with a small bit of attitude.

“I’ll give you five dollars, just take your clothes off and fuck me!” He demanded impatiently assuming your it was part of your job or you should go further instead of just selling the fantasy.

“sir, like I said, that’s not my goddamn job.” You didn’t want to raise your voice since this wasn’t a regular. You never know what this man could pull out of do.

Things were getting too intense too fast and you just needed it to stop. As the man tried to get near you again you just wanted to grab the knife hidden in one of the drawers.

just as he was about to reach you, you heard a small bang on the door. “Open. Now.” It was Sam. It was Sam! You immediately ran to the door and unlocked it.

just so no one could sneak in and try to get a free dance with friends, it was a responsibility to lock the door.

Sam immediately came in and glared at the man. “What the hell happened?” She asked already seething. She had heard some of this from outside of the door.

“she won’t fuck me.” The man tried to stay confident even though he knew Sam would be pissed off.

“asshole, she’s a dancer, not sex worker.” Sam hissed before guiding you behind her. It made you feel a bit safer knowing Sam had did something and was here to help you now.

“get out.” Sam said and the man had no choice but to leave. After this Sam immediately stopped the party and everyone went home.

she sat you on the bed and lightly caressed your cheek with her thumb. “princesa, I’m so sorry. Did he hurt you?” Sam asked feeling guilty.

you shook your head only feeling a bit shook up. “No, he didn’t. Thanks for saving me.” You whispered a bit down by the experience.

“There’s no need to thank me. I’ll always protect you from weirdos like that.” She spoke softly before hugging you. You couldn’t help but tear up.

now however you were worried things would be different.

it had been around a month since the whole incident and you were Sam were out on a date. Sam had brought up the idea of bringing in another girl which made you feel a bit jealous.

you never knew if Sam could try to find interest in a new girl. Even though you knew she was joking you couldn’t shake off another feeling you had towards the idea. Fear. Or maybe guilt.

You knew Sam would probably bring in another really young girl desperate for money who wouldn’t know how dangerous this was until it was too late. You couldn’t imagine what could happen.

you couldn’t imagine someone else go through what you did or worse while you stand by participating.

that’s why you had to tell Sam what was on your mind. “Hey Sam? We need to talk about something serious.” you were gonna be open and hope for the better.

Sam immediately got serious and paid close attention. She stare at you still with her usual caring eyes as she waited for you to speak.

“I don’t think I wanna do this. Not anymore or ever again. This whole pimp and dancer thing is just not for me.” Even before you had agreed to do this you knew that even actual strippers or dancers can usually be followed home or harassed by creepy guys.

you knew that some men and other woman felt entitled to seeing more even if that wasn’t on the fine print.

Sam took a tense breath before shooting back. “Are you serious? Like- are you sure that you wanna do this?” Sam was cautious and hesitant not wanting to seem insensitive. She also knew this could lead to lots of troubles.

she tried to respect you and what you wanted. She tried not to be so blinded by the money. At the end of the day you were still her girlfriend.

“yes.” Your voice was soft and you almost felt bad. You didn’t want to disappoint Sam but you also wanted to put yourself first.

“then okay. That’s how it’ll go. I’m just surprised because you seemed to enjoy it especially when the nights were late.” Something about Sam’s last sentence caught you off guard.

on late nights you would decide to get a little extra tipsy to loosen up your nerves but not because you wanted to do more with these clients. “Excuse me?”

“you just seemed to really like it. You never complained.” Sam spoke a bit more quietly as if she was nervous to say. She started to realize maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

“you’re the one who asked me to do this. I could’ve said no but I didn’t because ends needed to be met and I loved you.” Sam was the one who had offered you this after seeing you give her a lap dance.

she realized how good you were naturally and decided that maybe she shouldn’t “let your talent go to waste”.

before this you never consider Sam would ever even have an idea like this. She would tell you how you would deserve the best but right now it didn’t feel the same.

You’ve been dating each other for around a year and known each other for way longer. how could this be your girlfriend.

“I know. And I’m sorry. I was selfish and was desperate to pay the rent and the bills and get more than cheap food.” You let out a soft breath as your nerves temporarily calmed down.

you reached out and held Sam’s hand. “And I forgive you.” You smiled sweetly before pressing a soft kiss against Sam’s lips.

but will things fall back in place?

[czalzver]

all over again, pt2

a/n: hi babes

warnings: mentions of pills, slight smut, language (i thinkk)

pairing: none

summary: in which sam gets unexpected news causing her to call you up

word count: 0.9k

part 1

NEW YORK 2022

It's been 7 years since you've been in New York. You're wearing a white tee shirt, black bell bottoms medium high converse, a flannel, headphones, and well obviously your glasses. It's 12:27 A.M. Your friends wanted to meet up at a club, they thought you could loosen up a bit and hopefully find someone that you could well hookup with. You swore to yourself that you would fly back one day to Woodsboro to find Sam. That's if she didn't have a lover.

You pause your music, setting your headphones on the nape of your neck. Setting your hands inside your pockets, your friends come rushing out to greet you. Bella, one of the first friends you met there during high school when you had to transfer, went to go hug you, her arms drooped over your shoulders. Clearly drunk. You thought to yourself as you put your arms over her hugging her back.

"Tonight is the night Y/n will find a hookup!" You smiled awkwardly, as Bella slurs her words letting go of you, trying to find her balance. Your friends cheer as they walk back inside the club.

"You don't have to do this if your not comfortable." Your friend, Jules, stays behind with you.

"I rather much be spending time reading in my bed, but my my therapist said I have to be social." You smile at her, putting your arm around her.

"You have a therapist?" Jules smiles back at me.

You look over at Bella, smiling and enjoying herself. You point at her saying, "She's my therapist."

MODESTO 2022

Sam grabs her Anti-Physcotics from her pockets, quickly putting it in her mouth while downing her water that she grabbed from the floor besides her. Richie comes out eyeing Sam of what she's taking.

"Excuse me miss, what'd you just take?" Richie says, smiling while taking a seat next to Sam.

"Your boner pills, good luck getting it up now." Sam jokes.

"You are my boner pills." Sam's phone rings, seeing "POSSIBLE: Wes Hicks." She decides to ignore it.

"You're so cheesy."

Her phone rings again, debating or not to pick it up. What could go wrong?

"I need to take this." Sam gets up answering it, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Sam? Uh Tara was attacked." The way her face drops as she hears the news.

"What? Is she?"

"She's alive." She feels relief flow throughout her body, relaxing herself.

"She was... Stabbed." 

"What-" Wes interrupts Sam.

"She made it through surgery, and the doctors said it went well, she's resting now, and I know you guys aren't in the best terms but- uh"

"I'm on my way." Sam breathes slowly her heart thudding through her ribcage.

"She's going to be okay, Sam."

"Do they know who did this..?"

"It's better if you come here."

"Wes." Sam says through the phone sternly.

"She said it was someone in a fucking Ghostface mask."

She hangs up, and Richie makes his way over to Sam.

"Is everything okay?"

"My sister was attacked." 

"I gotta go."

"Woah, hey, hey, hey," Richie goes over to Sam, hugging her. "It's going to be okay."

NEW YORK

You wake up, propping yourself up with your elbows. You can feel your head pounding, you look to your right, seeing Bella next to your sleeping soundly. Wait.. No, god tell me I didn't sleep with her. Those words ran through your head, as you looked around seeing your shirt thrown to the other side of the room, your bra still intact around your body, and your flannel on the couch on the edge of her bed. You look to your left seeing your phone ringing.

"POSSIBLE: Samantha Carpenter."

"Sam.." You said lowly under your breath, getting up quickly, accidently falling causing a thud. You check up to see if Bella woke. Phew. Oh right! Sam! You whip your head over back to the nightstand, hovering your finger above the answer button. You press it, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door.

"Hello?"

"Y/n?" Sam says with worry in her voice. You can feel your body lighten up.

"Hey.. Sam." You feel a smile grow on your face.

"I need you.. to come back to Woodsboro. Something happened to Tara."

"What?" You said with a confused tone.

"Y/n, please, I'll explain it to you when you come."

"But I'm-" You hear the phone beep. Sam hung up. "in New York."

Fuck. Now how are you going to get out of Bella's apartment without her noticing.

"Y/n?"

Well too late to try and sneak out now. You open the door, and wave at her.

"Hey, Bells.. Sorry I had to use the bathroom real quick."

You grab your pants from the floor, putting one leg through the hole, and doing the same to the other. You grab your shirt putting your head first, and then your arm, casually getting stuck trying to find the hole.

"What happened last night?" You hear Bella ask you, as she covers herself with the blanket, sitting up in bed.

*FLASHBACK*

The door opens with a kick of Bella's shoe as she continued to kiss you. Your hands roam all over her body, playing with the hem of her shirt. She pulls back, allowing you to take off her shirt, and yours as well. You push her up against a wall, playing with the button of her jeans.

"Y/n." She moans out.

You feel weak in the knees hearing her say your name in that tone.

Next thing you know your both naked, a harness around your body with a dildo attached to it.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"I don't know," You lie, biting the inside of your cheek, "I was pretty wasted last night."

"Where are you going?" Bella ask a little sincere in her voice.

"California."

"What?" 

"I'm sorry, Bella, I gotta go."

"Wait, Y/n!"

You grab your headphones, and your backpack. Going to her front door.

"I love you, Bella." You opened the door, and left it at that.

Maybe you had a problem with those three words. 

I love you.

[rxdidz]

what are some hcs you have of tara and readers relationship as it slowly progresses? like how tara’s issues impact their relationship but how it changes as tara trusts reader more and more over time

trust issues. 💭ˎˊ˗

synopsis : tara and readers relationship slowly progressing, how reader deals with her trust issues and comforting her.

when you first started crushing, you admired tara from afar. she was very quiet, and she sat next to you in most of your classes. she was obviously known for being the girl that survived two ghostfaces attacks and it made you more interested in her.

“hi.” you say, sitting next to her. “hi..” she smiles. “im uh, im really sorry, about what happened?” you wondered if it was weird for her that you even brought it up. “thank you.” she nodded.

weeks pass, you made it your goal to talk to her everyday in class, and were becoming closer friends

you passed her a note in class to hint that you liked her.

she looked at you and smiled, confused. she opened the crinkled up paper and her smile faded, she had a little worried expression after reading : can i get your number?

“am i that bad?” you joke. she laughs, whispering “no no.. it’s not that um..” she sighs. “okay, here.

you guys ended up talking more outside of class, texting, and even calling.

there was no pressure on her to talk about things. you were making her forget about what had happened.

you didn’t make her explain why she didn’t wanna come over or why she didn’t wanna hug and that made her so in love with you.

she has random moments where she thinks that you could also turn out like amber or ethan and that scares her.

having trust issues was so bad with her love language being touch

you two stayed up late on the phone one night and she decided to finally bring it up.

“so.. i know you like me, and um i like you.” she stared up at the ceiling. “you do?” you smile. “but.” she stated. “i dont wanna go out unless i know you’re gonna wanna deal with me. im messed up.”

“how?” you question. “i can’t even be alone with you.” she begins to tear up “and that makes me feel bad because if we were in a relationship, you’d be the best girlfriend and i would just be this sad girl with trust issues.” you purse your lips together. “well we don’t need to be alone.. we can be in a room FULL of people. i just wanna be with you.” she smiles. “thank you.”

a couple weeks into your relationship she’s finally hugging and kissing you and it’s the most comforting thing to her.

her being really insecure at first but being the best girlfriend

when she’s comfortable, cuddle her. she loves being in your arms please hold her.

holding her when she has nightmares

you have each others backs no matter what <3

[jazzsonly]

౨ৎ blurb. ౨ৎ

ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ꜱᴇx

pairing(s): amber freeman x gn!reader

warning(s): none. barely proofread.

summary: amber is taking french lessons.

inspired by this lowkey.

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"hey amb." you were leaned against the bedroom door frame.

"hey? how'd you get in?" she perks up at the sight of you.

"your moms here, she let me in." you step forward, closing the door behind you.

amber uttered something about her mom being off work earlier then usual but you failed to reply as you leaned down to kiss her, going in just for a peck but you knew with amber it was never ‘just a peck.’ she slide her arms around your neck, turning her head to the side, deepening the kiss.

"mhm how was practice?" she asked, pulling away allowing to seat next to her on the bed.

"it was okay,” you shrug. “coach was an ass because kayla couldn't make it in the goal so we all to do laps."

“it's literally soccer, how hard is it to kick a ball." you shrug again, turning your attention to the tv.

which was oddly in a language you didn't understand nor did you think amber.

"what are you watching? what language is that?”

"some french movie. i’ve been taking french lessons so…”

you perk up in curiosity, “french lesson?"

“since when does my girlfriend take french lessons?”

"mhm, i was bored with tara starting her new job and you with practice. so i thought why not do something with my newfound extra free time.”

"how long have you been taking them?" you inquire.

"about a week," amber shrugs.

"tell me something is French."

"like what?"

"anything you want." you say, stealing a kiss but quickly pull away, disadvantaging her the power to deepen it.

amber thought for second before a smirk took over a lips and hastily straddled your waist.

"ouu or just French kiss me."

"later.” she meant that.

"go on, speak french to me, darling.”

you watch her licks her lips, locking her eyes in y/c/e ones.

"Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe. Je veux dire, l'activité physique." you had absolutely no idea what your girlfriend was saying but you knew it was sexy. despite the fact she could be insulting you and you would never know. and even if she was, who cares? it was a sexy sounding insult.

"Le coït. Tu aimes ça?"

"you're so sexy, amber freeman."

"i know." she leaned down, placing a teasing kiss upon your lips.

"what'd you say?"

she laughs out, “i asked if you liked sex.”

"hell yeah, especially with you." you connect your lips to her's again, this time with intention to deepen the kiss.

[the-oblivious-writer]

My week's busy asf sooo

[lesbianpepsi]

amber freeman x reader - fake texts

summary: goose is still deulu and tired after their shift

[mikeysw1fey]

one with the floor

request linked here:)

pairing: amber freeman x female reader

warnings: vomit, drinking

a/n: i think i’m going to start increasing the length of my fics cause they are quite short. so yay :) also enjoy.

“Please tell me Ambers not gonna be there.” I whine, head falling against the dashboard of the car as Sam drives Tara and I to Chad and Mindys birthday party.

“She’s our friend. Of course she’s gonna be there.” Tara laughs leaning through the front seats to pat my shoulder.

“Fuck.” I mumble.

Amber has been our my best friend since I was nine. And since I was 14 I knew that those platonic feelings that you have for a friend had doubled into feelings I didn’t even know I could feel for women. Now I’m 17 and desperately in love with my best friend.

Sam stops the car outside a house playing music so loud we could hear it through the vehicle walls. “Don’t get too drunk. And stick together or I swear I’ll murder both of you.” Sam points fingers at both of us, murderous glares sent our way as she speaks.

I roll my eyes at my sisters dramatics. “Yes mum.” I mock before squealing and escaping from the car as Sam reaches out to slap my shoulder. Tara waits for me on the kerb having already rolled her own eyes at our sister.

“Bye.” The two of us wave at the overprotective brunette before heading inside in search of the birthday duo.

“Mindy.” I scream. The girl in question spins at the sound of my voice, feet barely touching the floor as she leaps into my arms, legs wrapped around my waist.

“Girl, I’m 18. Eight- fucking- teen.” She squeals squeezing my cheeks. “I know.” I reply, slightly muffled as my cheeks are pressed together.

“Mindy leave her alone.”

“Amber.” Mindy rolls her eyes and lets me go, standing back on her own two feet as Amber walks over to me, arms crossed and a smirk placed on her face.

“You really know how to dress up don’t you.” Amber grins, her eyebrows raising as she scans my outfit which consists of a simple white corset and black skirt paired with almost knee high black boots and a leather jacket (don’t kill me it was the first thing that came up on pinterest) .

I thank Chad and Mindy for having LED lights in that moment, the purple hiding my flushed cheeks. “I won’t lie it took me a minute to figure it out.” I shrug and let my eyes travel down Ambers body, a pair of jeans and a tank top accentuating her curves perfectly. “Your beautiful.” I whisper breathily. Ambers eyebrows narrow. “I can’t hear you over the music. What?” She almost yells and my throat closes up at the realisation I had said that out loud.

“Oh nothing, I need a drink. I’ll be back.” I basically sprint away from the other girl leaving her with Mindy as I head to the bar.

…….

“Not gonna wish the birthday man a happy birthday?” A voice to my left says as I down my third shot of the night. Turning I smile sluggishly at Chad who opens his arms. “Chad.” I drag out his name slightly and hug him. “Happy birthday dude.” I sigh pulling back. “Have you seen your sister around?” He asks rather anxiously, his eyes darting around the room. “She’s not with a guy if that’s what your asking.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively and Chad chuckles. “Yeah, yeah it was. Anyway, made any progress on the Amber front?” He winks my way causing me to groan dramatically. “Chad Meeks Martin. Do not involve yourself in my love life. It is meaningless and unimportant.” I flail my arms around and groan again. Chad sucks in air through his teeth and nods slowly. “On that note I will leave you to wallow and look for your sister . Enjoy. And don’t drink too much I beg. Sams already on my case enough with the Tara situation.”

……..

“I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me, the start of nothin” I hum to myself, still sat at the bar in an attempt to push down all my feelings for a certain raven haired woman.

The urge to pee comes on strong. Stumbling to a standing position I purse my lips trying to remember my way around the twins house. “Toilet, toilet, toilet.” I repeat dragging a hand along the wall for balance as I all but crawl up the stairs.

Seeing the bathroom door I lift my hands off the wall and fist pump the air, a bad idea in hindsight as my foot doesn’t obey my brain, my body falling face first to the floor. “Fuck.” I mumble against the carpet simply remaining still with no energy to stand back up.

“I’m one with the floor.” I mutter finding comfort in my new mantra.

“Your one with the floor?” A familiar voice laughs, their body standing over mine. Glancing up I smile widely at my favourite raven haired girl.

“Amber.” I drag out her name as her eyebrows furrow at the sight of my face. “Holy fuck, did you fall over? Your bleeding.” She gushes bending down to take my face in her hands. “Maybe I did maybe I did not. What’s it to you woman?” I poke her in the cheek and attempt to sit up, regret coursing through me as my mouth fills with regurgitated alcohol.

Pushing myself away from Amber I throw up all over the floor next to me. “Your shit faced.” Amber sighs standing up and slapping herself in the forehead. “Sams gonna kill me. Fuck even Tara’s gonna kill me.” She mutters to herself.

I tilt my head at the woman and squint. “Amber. I think I’m ready to go home now.” I gag again but manage to keep it down as Amber crouches beside me and helps me up, her hands holding my waist firmly causing my breath to hitch which doesn’t unnoticed by the taller girl.

“I’m taking you back to mine, your not heading back to your sister like that. And I have to take care of your bleeding.” Amber chuckles slightly as she carefully helps me down the stairs.

“Look, it’s Tara. My sister. Tara hey. Tara.” I yell at Tara as Ambers hand tries to cover my mouth praying Tara didn’t hear a word.

“Amber please tell me that’s not my sister and that’s some creepy identical lookalike that is completely drunk out of their mind. And bleeding?? What the fuck?” Ambers prayers didn’t work as Tara stalks over to the two of us. “Sadly not. But it’s ok I’m gonna take her back to mine and fix her up. I’ll look after her I promise.” Amber reassures the shorter girl who bites her lip uncertainly. “God I’m too sober for this. Just make sure she’s ok.” Tara eventually sighs waving at me as I cheese at her and wiggle my fingers.

Amber nods gently pulling me towards the front door and walking me to her car. She pushes me into the passenger seat being sure to clip my belt in before brushing a strand of my hair out my face. “You do not know how much trouble you get me into do you?” She shakes her head, half her mouth pulled up in a smile as she walks to the other side of the car and begins to pull out the driveway.

“Your so pretty.” I sigh reaching for her hair as she begins the journey to her house. Amber gently grips my wrist and places it back in my lap. “Thank you. I find you extremely pretty too.” She smiles and glances at me quickly before returning her eyes to the road.

“So perfect.” I murmur reaching my hand back to touch her cheek. Amber chuckles and reaches for my hand again, this time intertwining our fingers and placing them in her lap. “Since you can’t stop fidgeting.” She smiles as my eyes widen, mouth agape and eyes flickering between our hands and her face. “Ok.” I manage to squeak.

Finally we pull into Ambers driveway, her hand dropping mine much to my dismay as she opens my car door and helps me out.

As we make it to her bedroom I yawn wanting nothing more than her bed. “Come on, I’ve got to get you cleaned up.” Amber whispers, her soft voice causing shivers to run down my spine.

“Yes ma’am. Whatever you say.” I slur swaying back and forth as she sits me on the edge of her bed.

Amber disappears into the bathroom quickly before returning with a wet cloth and tissues. “Do you mind if I-“ She trails off, her eyes meeting mine as her hand comes up to cup my cheek. “I definitely do not mind.” I whisper and Amber cringes. “You also need to clean your teeth.” She laughs whilst dabbing my forehead to clean the blood.

It doesn’t take long to wipe up the dried blood, the wound on my forehead not major but I won’t deny missing Ambers soft fingers on my chin as she pulls away. “I’m gonna get you some clothes while you clean your teeth ok? Can you do that by yourself?” Amber whispers still crouched in between my legs at the end of the bed. I nod slowly and stand up at the same time as Amber, our faces inches away from one another.

My eyes disobey my brain, flickering down to her lips and watching her tongue run over them. I gaze back into her eyes trying to find any sense of discomfort or disgust but instead lust and want circle inside them.

“I should get your clothes.” Amber clears her throat and turns away, heading towards her wardrobe. Millions of thoughts rush through my mind as she rustles through her multitudes of clothing but I ignore them, instead heading into the bathroom and picking up the spare toothbrush that Amber keeps for me.

……..

Wearing Ambers hoodie and a pair of her shorts I clamber clumsily into her bed and collapse onto the pillows with a sigh.

Amber chuckles from beside me. “I hope you have a hangover tomorrow.” She teases reaching out to play with a strand of my hair. I shuffle underneath the blankets and lay on my side facing the other girl.

“I hope you fall off the bed in your sleep.” I retort with a yawn causing Amber to chuckle. My eyelids begin to grow heavy as exhaustion takes over, Ambers hands still gently twirling strands of my hair around her fingers.

In my exhausted haze I manage to reach up and place my hand over her own, her fingers halting in their movements as I tug on her hand.

“Closer.” I murmur and Amber obeys manoeuvring herself so our legs are basically intertwined.

I hum appreciatively not opening my eyes as my drunken confidence allows me to rest my head on her chest, Ambers heart beating much faster than a normal humans should be.

“Night. Don’t wake me up in the morning.” I breathe finally letting the exhaustion take over.

“I’ll do my best.” Amber replies placing a chaste kiss to my head.

“Goodnight.”

[bipstargirl]

❝ Toxic relationship❞

feel free to request any headcanon here 🠒 headcanons list TW: toxic and abusive relationship, violent and degrading behavior

★ possessive and jealous: she doesn't like it when you talk to other people, especially if they're of the opposite sex. She gets mad easily and accuses you of cheating on her even if there's no evidence to support it. She doesn't trust you and often interrogates you about your whereabouts and who you were with. She may even go as far as stalking you on social media or in person;

★ control of the relationship: she makes all the decisions and doesn't care about your feelings or opinions. If you disagree with her, she gets angry and starts an argument. She doesn't compromise or try to find a middle ground. She wants things to go her way or no way at all;

★ emotionally manipulative: she knows how to play with your emotions and uses them to get what she wants. She often threatens to break up with you or harm herself if you don't do what she wants. She may also use guilt-tripping or emotional blackmail to get her way. You feel like you're walking on eggshells around her, always afraid of upsetting her;

★ constantly putting you down: she criticizes your appearance, intelligence, and abilities. She makes you feel like you're not good enough for her and that you should be grateful to be with her. She may even compare you to others, making you feel inadequate and insecure;

★ doesn't respect your boundaries: she invades your privacy, reads your messages, and shows up unannounced. She doesn't care about your personal space and expects you to always be available for her. She may even force you to give up your hobbies, friends, or family to spend more time with her;

★ belittles your interests and hobbies: Amber belittles your interests and hobbies, and tries to make you feel guilty for spending time on them instead of with her. She often insists that you prioritize her over everything else. She doesn't want you to have a life outside of the relationship and may even try to isolate you from your support system;

★ verbal abuse: Amber is quick to anger and uses verbal abuse to control you. She insults and demeans you, and may even escalate to physical violence. She may hit, slap, push, or kick you, leaving you with bruises and scars. She may also use objects or weapons to hurt you;

★ sexual behavior: Amber is manipulative in her sexual behavior. She may use sex as a bargaining tool or withhold it to punish you. She may also pressure you into sexual acts you're uncomfortable with, or force you to have sex when you don't want to. She doesn't care about your pleasure or consent;

★ volatile and unpredictable: her moods can swing rapidly and drastically, making it hard for you to know how to act around her. She may be sweet and loving one moment, and then turn into a raging monster the next. You never know what to expect from her and are always on edge.

(I still want to write a one-shot about this, but I don't know where to start yet :( Thank you for asking, I promise to do it in a few days)