𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩

𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 / / 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

pairing: yandere!amber freeman x male!reader

warnings: Scream 5 spoilers, swearing, yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, possessiveness, mentions of murder, dub-con touching, stockholm syndrome, fluff if you squint (please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of these)

fandom: Scream

A/N: fem readers dni, i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Your legs bounced with anxiety as you stared at the clock reading 1:14am. Every second that passed felt like an eternity. Amber was supposed to be home ages ago. At first it upset you because you missed her (though you'd never let her know that), but over time, you got a gnawing, dreadful feeling that something bad had happened to her. You knew she was smart about killing people - she made sure to tell you all about it in explicit detail - but lately you had started to worry about something happening to her. What if she slipped up and got caught on a security camera, or someone started fighting back, or if she got arrested. You hated to admit it, but you didn't know what you'd do without Amber. She was completely unfair to you in every possible way, you weren't even sure she viewed you as your own person, only seeing you as her helpless boyfriend. But still, you had become attached to her. You felt like you needed her. That feeling terrified you.

You grab your phone and check your notifications, making sure to get rid of all the notifications from your friends talking about how they miss you and wanna hang out more, as Amber would get insanely jealous if she saw those when she checked your phone. You frowned after seeing no response to the message you sent to Amber, feeling yourself getting more anxious by the minute. You heard noises from outside the door, and the gnawing feeling in your stomach became a thousand times worse.

You flinched as the door swung open loudly, but you calmed down slightly when you realised it was just Amber.

"Hey babe," she greeted with a smile, slipping out of her Ghostface costume and heading toward the kitchen sink to wash the blood off herself. She swore never to touch you with anyone's blood if it wasn't from you or herself.

You said nothing, just stared down at the floor.

Amber frowned at your silence as she dried her hands with a towel, "Hey," she snapped, moving so she was in front of you and towering above you, "Answer me when I speak to you," she grabbed your jaw, making you look directly at her, "Understand?"

You nodded, "Yeah, sorry Amber." you mumbled, flinching when she moved to sit down right next to you, arms wrapping tightly around your body.

"How was your night, baby?"

You begged your body not to shake in her arms as you spoke, "Why were you out so long?"

Amber just smiled, and you were just grateful she didn't get mad at you for not answering her question, "Aww, did somebody miss me?"

"Why were you out so long?" you repeated, your voice coming out way more shaky than you wanted.

"Aw, don't worry baby, I just had some extra stuff to take care of. Tyler, that ass from your math class was being extra difficult tonight." she sighed, "That kid can run."

"I want you to stop." you blurted out, regretting saying anything the second you did.

You felt Amber's cold glare on you, "Stop what?"

"I... I want you to stop killing people." you kept your gaze glued to the floor.

"And why is that, Y/N?"

You took a shaky breath, "I don't want something bad happening to you."

Amber's gaze immediately softened, "What do you mean, baby?"

"Wha-what if someone catches you with your mask off, or if the police come and you can't escape quick enough, o-or what if someone's stronger than you and they fight back," at this point, tears were rushing down your face, "what if you leave and don't come back?"

Amber froze, your words repeating in her mind until she finally made sense of them, "You... you really care about me?"

If you were in the right mindset, you would've said something else about how it was just stockholm syndrome and how Amber had made you feel like you were worthless without her so you would feel helpless if she was gone. But you weren't in the right mindset. You were sobbing over the thought of something happening to your girlfriend who was responsible for hundreds of innocent people's deaths.

"Yes, Amber. I hate being without you, I need you." you sobbed, wiping at the tears on your face.

Amber said nothing. She just stared at you. She looked genuine for once. It wasn't some trick or some way to manipulate you. She loved you more than anything in the world and to hear you crying over how much you cared for her? She adored seeing you cry but she couldn't stand it now.

She pulled you in a hug, letting you sob into the crook of her neck as she ran her hand through your hair in an attempt to calm you down. She took a while to gather her thoughts, wanting to say the right response to something she had no idea to respond to. She had put you through absolute hell, even she could admit that. You should've been jumping for joy at the chance to be away from her. But you weren't. You were crying over the thought of something bad happening to her. No matter how confused she was, she adored this new attitude of yours.

"It's ok baby, nothing's gonna happen to me." she whispered.

"But what if you're wrong?"

"Come on baby, I've been killing everyone in this town for over a month now, not even my closest friends know I'm Ghostface. You didn't either until I told you." she pulled out of the hug, cupping your face with her hands, smiling as she used her thumb to wipe away your tears, "You're gonna have to trust me, Y/N." you went to shake your head, but felt her grip on your face tighten, making you unable to move, "I'd never lie to you baby." That was a lie. But you couldn't bring yourself to think of that.

You sniffled, staring into your girlfriend's eyes, "Do you promise?"

She nodded, "I promise, baby. I'm never gonna leave you." she pressed her lips against yours, before pulling away, and glancing at the time, "It's late Y/N. Let's get ready for bed, ok? You must be tired."

You said nothing as she pulled you up from the couch by your hands and led you to the bedroom. Deep down you knew there was something very wrong with this situation. Your girlfriend was responsible for the death of countless innocent lives, and you genuinely loved her. That thought terrified you.

You sat silently on the edge of the bed as Amber dug through the drawers to pick out your pyjamas. You cringed as you recall yourself purposely not getting changed so Amber could choose your clothes. You felt sick at how you had grown so accustomed to being with Amber. How bending at her every whim was slowly becoming second nature to you.

"Put this on." Amber was standing in front of you, a pair of folded pyjama pants in her hands, smiling as you took them from her hands, thanking her as you stood up to undress.

It had been especially cold the last couple of nights, so Amber immediately jumped at the chance to make you dependent on her. She'd give you as little clothes as she could, forcing you to cuddle up to her for warmth during the night. As well as this, she loved seeing your bare skin exposed to her, especially when you would tense up under her touch.

You slipped under the covers of the double bed, staying as close to the edge of the bed as you could as you felt Amber slide in next to you, wasting no time to wrap her arms tightly around your body.

She pulled you close to her, "I love you baby." she mumbled, smiling against your neck.

A pit formed in your stomach as you wasted no time responding, "I love you too."

What scared you most was that you knew it was true. You loved Amber. You were capable of loving a murderer - a monster.