LMAO WHAT ITS ALMOST 7 AM FOR ME?!?!

LMAO WHAT ITS ALMOST 7 AM FOR ME?!?!

Our time difference must be crazy because you always post when I’m asleep or when I stay up unreasonable late but it’s like a fun little surprise when I wake up and see one of my favorite writers has posted lol

its almost 10pm here😭💕

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Hii can I request some angsty Amber Appleton with a fluff or smut ending???

What the hell

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: angst, some smut, coarse language, fluff, mentions of Amber’s parents’ death

Amber was an optimist. But one afternoon, everything she’s tried so hard to forget comes rushing back to her, causing her to crumble. But hey, Amber was Amber. She always picks herself up.

“Amber?” You called out once you got home, shutting the door and kicking off your shoes, “Honey, I’m home.”

Silence. Very odd. Very worrisome.

Amber was usually curled up on the couch with a book this time of day or sitting at the island with a mug of tea in hand. Instead, you came home to what seemed to be an empty apartment this evening. You looked in the two rooms and she wasn’t there. Your last location was the ensuite bathroom in the bedroom you shared— you thought she’d be in there taking a shower, but also, no.

She didn’t leave you a sticky note, she didn’t text you, she didn’t leave you a voicemail— you didn’t even have one single missed call from her. Hurriedly, you reached into your jean pocket to grab your phone again so you could call her. Amber doesn’t pick up, so you resort to checking her location in this app you had her on. “Where the hell is my wife?” You muttered to yourself while refreshing the app.

Cemetery. She was at a cemetery.

It wasn’t like her to just go anywhere without telling you, and today wasn’t a significant date — you knew when her parents passed on and it wasn’t on today’s date. Now you were contemplating whether to go down there or just wait at home, extremely worried that she has not come online once. ‘What if she needed a ride home?’ You thought to yourself, ‘She must be upset. Otherwise she would’ve responded.’

You went ahead to take a quick shower to freshen up after spending all day at work and outside, turning up the notification volume on your phone just in case she called or texted back. After your shower, you went back to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a drink. There were a couple Tupperwares inside, filled with food. And, sticky notes on them. You took them out to read them. ‘Just in case I make it home later than you do today. Your favourite.’

‘Dessert’s in this one. Don’t worry about me, just needed some time with my Mom and Dad. Will be home ASAP.’

You put the Tupperware containing dessert back into the fridge and set the one with dinner down on the countertop. Relief washed over you upon reading that, at least now you knew Amber didn’t just up and leave the house. You poured the food into a pan and heated it up before eating. Your mind wanders in the meantime, thinking about the moment Amber told you about her parents and how she used to live with her Mom. On a bus. You didn’t grow up very well-off but was fortunate enough to have a roof over your head where you didn’t have to worry about hiding from others. Despite everything, Amber was a more optimistic and cheerful person than you were. You liked your life now, but it was clear the Amber really, really loved it. You loved her so much and thinks that she deserves the world— and she feels that way about you, doing every little thing you like to make you happy and bring a smile to your face.

You both acknowledged what’s happened but it wasn’t something either of you would bring up in conversations casually for obvious reasons. Your parents were both still around but your relationship with them was extremely complicated and toxic so you haven’t seen them in at least three years. The eventual passing of your parents, you haven’t given it much thought. You were the safest and happiest you’ve been in years living alone with Amber and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

Right before you dug into some dessert, Amber sends you a voice memo.

‘I just left the cemetery. I’m making my way home now. Have you had dinner yet? I’ll see you soon, okay, darling?’

‘Finished my dinner, babe. About to have some dessert now. Can’t wait to cuddle with you.’

‘Me too, my love. Can’t wait to squeeze you.’

You were glad she sent you voice memos, because you could tell almost instantly how she was feeling and she seemed okay. Well, sounded okay.

While you were washing up the dishes, Amber returned home and immediately engulfed you in a hug. “Hi, baby.” You hugged her back tightly, rubbing her back and inhaling the smell of her shampoo.

“How’s your day been?”

“So glad to be home. And that it’s Friday.” You let go of the hug. She smiles, “I’m gonna go take a shower, okay? You wanna join me?”

You already showered, but you weren’t gonna say no to that— that’s for sure.

————

“You’re sure?” You asked, leaning closer to her, your mouth right by her ear.

You feel her nodding her head, humming in agreement. With that, you pressed a trail of kisses across her shoulder, going back up to behind her ear to reach a particular sensitive spot. Amber exhales harshly, her arms around you tightening. The lower your kisses went, the bigger the gap between you and her. She wasn’t happy about it.

Chuckling against her skin, she squirms, whimpering softly. You reached over to turn the water off, repositioning yourself so that you were standing behind her, you reached forward and started to circle her clit with your fingertips.

“What the hell—”

You squeezed her ass next, resuming your gesture to build up her arousal. With her breathing heavy and her barely able to stay standing, you knew she was reaching her breaking point soon enough. It’s been a few weeks since the last time, and she definitely wasn’t subtle about her feelings.

Amber was pretty worked up already, and it definitely wasn’t long before you felt and heard the familiar sounds and sensations from her right before she unravels. But you pulled your fingers out and carried her onto the countertop instead, not wanting either of you to fall. She holds herself up with her palms, head thrown back, mouth hanging open while she obediently kept her legs open for you. While you, you diligently curled your fingers upwards each time you entered her to stroke her g-spot. It was making her go crazy for you— noises falling from her mouth in a never ending stream, the giggling, the heavy breathing, how she was twitching beneath and clenching around you. And fuck, how she was basically riding your hand as you worked her over.

Reconnecting your lips with hers was pretty much what did it for her. The closeness. She finally unravels, coating your fingers and hand with her juices. You slow down and pulled them out after a few moments. “Was that good?” You grinned.

“Good? You’ve got to be kidding me, honey. You’re amazing.” Amber scoffs, “Ugh, I love you so much.”

You chuckled lowly, “Oh, yeah? Show me.”

“If you want that, that’s what I’m gonna give you.” She mirrors your grin, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Do you?”

“Just fuck me already.”

“Oh, that’s so hot.” She purrs into your ears, “Very eager, hm?”

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💭A/N: This one was very short, I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to end it🥲

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Fire and Ice || Chapter: one

Note: Please leave your opinions and enjoy! I'll try and release a new chapter whenever I can! Summary: Literally just a Regina x Janis slow-burn with rotating POVs

Janis walked past Regina in the hall, not paying her any attention, and Regina watched her. Memories plagued her, every time she saw her. Her most recent ones, positive ones: the dance, and holding her, if only for a moment. Regina was healing, physically that was, it had been 6 months since the ‘Bus incident’. She was in Senior year now and still held her title somewhat, people pitied her. She still had up her walls of ice, she still was cold and fierce, despite making peace with everyone she had wronged; Everyone but Janis. She had apologized, poorly, but she did it without expecting the brunette to accept her pathetic excuse for an apology. Which Janis didn’t; she remembered the brunette had only grunted in response and then basically ran away. She was not even meeting the tall girl’s eyes. “Yeah, so Janis, I’m sorry for,” she had stammered, fidgeting with her fingers, “everything and all.”  She cringed at the memory. She hadn’t sounded sincere at all in the moment. Like she was being forced into it, she hadn’t been, nobody put her up to it, not even Cady had pushed her to. Cady knew better than to play with fire and ice. (Ironic that is, huh?) Janis and Regina weren’t a good mix, simple as that. She turned to open her locker and pulled out her book, specifically, her math textbook. She didn’t need Janis, Janis hated her. And she has every right to, you monster. She shook that voice away, that stupid voice. She had Gretchen, Karen, and Cady, and even Damian. Sometimes that is, they hung out at the same table and went shopping together twice. Still, he was Janis’s best friend, and therefore she and Damian weren’t all that close. She had never expected to share a table with the ‘art freaks’, it was Cady’s doing. She’d do anything for Cady, even if it meant having to sit at the table of her ex-nemesis.

Janis and her didn’t talk to each other, the only time they did was snide remarks tossed between each other, often leading to a quarrel for someone to break up. 

She didn’t need Janis’s forgiveness. Then why do you want it so badly? That little voice in her head that never seemed to leave her alone asked. She slammed the locker closed, inhaling sharply, drawing the eyes of a few students, whom she shot a glare to shut them up. Then she turned away and made her way to her next class.

- Regina sat in silence, deep in thought, she refrained from staring at Janis (not that she had that temptation, she was just a bit more avoidant than usual, totally). Her foot twitched, she was irritated, her back was sore and everything was loud. It was the cafeteria, it was always loud. But is it? is it always this loud? She asked herself. God, her head hurt. Maybe I should just leave, I’m being quiet, and my friends always are so suspicious when I’m quiet. I don’t want them to worry for no reason, but would it be weirder if I just left? What if- “Regina, hello?” A voice pulled her from her trance, she looked up from the table, looking towards the voice, it was Janis. “Huh?” She asked, still slightly dazed.

“Can you pass me a napkin or two?” she asked her expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance. She must’ve called my name multiple times. Regina realized. The blonde stared at her for a bit too long before nodding and handing one to her wordlessly. She didn’t react to Janis’s ‘Thanks’ at all. All of her friends seemed to be staring at her now, “What? Why are you staring at me like that?” Regina snapped.

Damian put up his hands defensively, “You just seem,” waving his hand as he searched for the word, “weird?” Damian suggested. Weird? Regina's eyes widened, Regina George isn’t ‘weird’. Regina scowled, and stood up, placing her hands on the table and leaning forward, “I am not,” she growled defensively, this was the first time she had acted like this in a while. She saw Cady out of the corner of her eye flinch. She glanced the other way to see Gretchen cringe. She even saw Karen frown. Damian rolled his eyes, displeased but not angry, Regina could tell he wasn’t angry. He was always patient with her. He opened his mouth to speak, but Janis spoke. Her voice was condescending, “Right forgot you’re ‘Little Miss Perfect’! you can’t be ‘weird’, right, Reggie?”  Regina's face fell at the nickname, the one Janis called her when she was young, used in that way. Regina opened her mouth to snap back, but stopped herself, and just turned and stomped away. She heard Cady’s voice say something along the lines of; ‘Wait!’ and ‘Janis, what the heck?!’ but she kept walking, fist clenched at her sides. Perfect. She hated that word, she hated that she had to be it. ‘Little miss perfect.’  Janis’s voice rang in her head. That’s all she’d ever be; what she had to be. She turned into the restroom and took a few deep breaths. Counting to ten while she leaned against the sink.

She heard the restroom door open again and turned to see who it was. It was Janis, who was actively walking towards her. What is she doing here? At that moment she couldn’t help herself, “Oh, hey, were you tasked with coming to tame the beast?” She sneered, “Go away.” she realized how self-loathing that sounded a few moments later, and turned away and cringed.

Janis only scoffed at this and crossed her arms, “No, actually, I came to check on you all of my own, and maybe say sorry, but I changed my mind.” She made no move to leave though, and Regina just stared at her in the mirror, having the privilege of watching the shorter girl's face soften from a scowl to a look of concern. “What’s wrong?” Janis said, sighing, and coming up behind her, gently rubbing her back. “Nothing.” She sighed and shrugged, She heard Janis scoff but didn’t see her face since her eyes were closed tightly now. “Just…” She stood straight, “Leave me be.” she pulled away from her touch, which she so yearned for. She shouldn’t feel this way, she hurt her, then gave her a half-ass apology. She didn’t deserve this; This comfort, this kindness, this… What is this? She must want something. Why would she care? “Regina, I-” Janis started, Regina swung around to face her, and Janis flinched away like she would have struck her. This offended her slightly, she narrowed her eyes, I wouldn’t lay hands on someone. “Leave me be, you shouldn’t care anyways,” Regina pushed past her, then stopped, and turned to look at her “No, actually, you don’t. So stop pretending like you do.” and she turned back away, and went to push the door open, tears pricking at her eyes. A hand grabbed her wrist before she could exit the restroom, which she tried to shake off, but the artist's hands stuck, “Stop it, Regina,” Janis said sternly, “I get you don’t want to talk to me, but at least talk to your counselor-” Regina gave Janis a look of guilt that made the brunette stiffen. “You said you were in counseling,” Janis said, releasing her hand, she seemed disappointed. “I stopped, it wasn’t changing anything, it was useless” Regina swallowed the growing lump in her throat, straightening her stance. Janis scoffed at this, crossing her arms, “It was actually,” she said, “It was doing some good, it’s better than bottling everything up!” Regina cut her off instantly, “That’s rich coming from you of all people.” Regina snapped, shoving a finger in her face, and Janis froze, something flashing in her eyes. Regina knew she had struck a nerve, “You push everyone away, you always do, you’re pathetic,” Janis said after a long moment. Shaking her head, her voice was soft, and storming out, mumbling something. She wasn’t mad, she was hurt, and Regina could tell. Regina watched her leave, anger boiling inside of her, she had messed up. Fuck. 

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