Argument With Amber

❝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 :(

❝Tara Cupid❞

based on the idea: "Tara and Mindy had locked them both in the closet simply because they thought the pair looked cute”

★ confusion and laughter: as Sam and you find yourselves locked in the closet, you exchange puzzled glances. At first, there's confusion about how this happened, but soon, laughter fills the confined space as you realize that Tara and Mindy must have done it to play matchmaker;

★ playful teasing: Sam can't resist teasing you about the situation, jokingly asking if you believe this is their way of trying to set you both up. You play along, responding with a sly grin and quips about Tara and Mindy's matchmaking skills;

★ comfort in close quarters: while the closet is a tight space, you both find comfort in each other's presence. The closeness fosters a sense of intimacy, allowing you to share lighthearted banter and even deeper conversations;

★ discovery of shared interests: as you spend time together in the closet, you discover shared interests and passions. Sam may talk about her love for horror movies, and you may open up about your favorite books or hobbies;

★ attempts to escape: you both try to figure out a way to escape the closet, laughing at the failed attempts. However, instead of feeling anxious, you enjoy the time spent together, making the most of an unusual situation;

★ comforting touch: in the close quarters, you find yourselves inadvertently touching each other's hands or shoulders. It's a subtle yet comforting gesture that deepens the connection between you;

★ Tara and Mindy's antics: throughout your time in the closet, you hear muffled laughter and whispers outside. It's evident that Tara and Mindy are enjoying playing matchmaker, but you're not upset about it; instead, you find it endearing;

★ a memorable bond: by the time Tara and Mindy finally release you both from the closet, you realize that the experience has brought you closer. The bond between Sam and you has deepened, and you're grateful for Tara and Mindy's playful interference.

helloo, can you do one where Amber is like a really toxic girlfriend "oh if you like _ so much then go be w her" that kind of shit and then reader snaps at amber and leaves

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❝ Young and Beautiful ❞

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Your relationship with Amber was perfect, beautiful, and youthful. So perfect that it seemed destined for eternity, something like "Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven, please let me bring my woman." Love flowed as smoothly as a calm river when it came to the two of you, but of course, it is more dangerous to swim in a river than in the sea. You can't predict when a current will suddenly drag you into the depths; there's no way to foresee it. Just like you couldn't predict that your relationship with Amber would become what it is, that over time, cracks would appear and the promises made would be slowly corroded by bitter reality. Your relationship was far from perfect, very far.

"Why do you always have to spend time with your friends? I'm the only person who matters!"

"You can't just talk to other people without betraying me? Do you only think of yourself?"

"If you truly loved me, you would spend all your time with me, not with your nonsense"

She was possessive and jealous. It was incredible how someone so beautiful and charming like her could be so cruel, after all, "the more beautiful something is, the greater the chances of danger."

She would get angry and accuse you of betraying her if you talked to someone else;

She would often interrogate you about where you were and who you were with;

And if you didn't give her the answers she wanted, she would get furious and start an argument.

"If you're not going to tell me everything, then we don't have a real relationship!"

"I'm so insecure because you don't give me reasons to trust you."

"You always disappoint me. I can never trust your words."

"You don't have a life beyond me. I don't understand why you need other people."

Exhausting. It was exhausting to constantly walk on eggshells around her, simply avoiding poking the bear and respecting the tide so as not to be dragged deeper, deeper where the golden light of the sun can no longer reach. But of course, everyone who is drowning tries to fight their way back to the surface. It's basic instinct, even knowing that it's too deep, they still try to survive and resist exhaustion. You did the same, even knowing that you couldn't save something in ruins, you still tried. You loved her and believed you could make the mistake work.

"I just want to protect you. I don't understand why you resent that."

"I miss the person you were when we met. Now you've changed so much."

"You don't understand me. No one else will understand you like I do."

Although she loved you, or that was the lie she told a million times, being treated as inferior by someone who should love you as the moon loves the sun was draining. Having your interests and hobbies constantly criticized was tiring. She would beg you to stop your activities and spend all your time, free or not, with her, as if she didn't want you to live a life beyond the relationship, and that was suffocating.

Why do you always have to spend time with your friends? It seems like you prioritize them over me Amber, it's important for me to have a social life and maintain contact with my friends. It doesn't mean I don't care about your feelings But I should be your priority. I need you to be there for me all the time. It's like you don't care about my feelings I do care about your feelings, but I also need some personal space and time for myself. It's not healthy to be so dependent on each other Personal space? Time for yourself? It seems like you're trying to distance yourself from me. Are you hiding something? No, I'm not hiding anything. It's important for individuals in a relationship to have their own lives and interests outside of it. It doesn't mean I love you any less I don't believe you. You're always hiding things from me. I can't trust you anymore Amber, trust is a two-way street. If you constantly doubt and accuse me without reason, it creates a toxic environment. We need to work together to build trust I have my reasons. You've given me plenty of doubts with your behavior. Maybe I should start doubting everything about us Doubting everything will only push us further apart. Instead, we should communicate openly and address any concerns or insecurities we have. We can't let doubt consume our relationship Communication? We've talked about these things before, but nothing changes. It feels like I'm talking to a wall I understand that you're frustrated, but we both need to take responsibility for our actions and work on improving ourselves. We can't expect instant changes, but with patience and effort, we can make progress I'm tired of waiting for change. I want someone who prioritizes me and makes me feel secure It's not fair to put all the responsibility on me. A healthy relationship requires effort from both sides. I don't know if I can continue like this. Maybe we shouldn't be together

And finally, the breaking point. It's obvious that a poorly constructed building will collapse. It's logical, tragic, devastating. It's like a storm on a hot summer day, everything is fine one minute, and the next, the wind sweeps everything away, the sea becomes rough, and the storms become louder…

"I can't believe you're leaving me. You're abandoning everything we had!"

"You're making a big mistake. No one will ever love you like I do."

"I'll make sure you regret leaving me."

"You'll never find someone who understands you like I do. You'll be lost without me."

"I hope you enjoy being alone for the rest of your life. No one else will put up with you."

"You'll come crawling back to me. You'll see how much you need me."

"You think you can find someone better? Good luck with that."

"Without me, you're nothing. You'll never find someone who will take care of you like I did."

"You'll regret leaving me when you realize how much I did for you."

"You're just like everyone else. No one stays when things get tough."

"I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? You're heartless."

"You'll never find someone who will fight for you like I did. You're throwing away true love."

"I hope you always regret leaving me. You'll realize the mistake you made."

"You'll never find someone who will tolerate your flaws like I did. You'll be alone forever."

"No one will ever understand you like I do. You're making a big mistake by leaving."

"I hope you find someone who hurts you just like you hurt me. You deserve to suffer."

Sometimes our own demons don't go away. Time heals all wounds is a lie. For some of us, time is torture, a nagging reminder that tomorrow brings another day and with it the same pains and anxieties, inequations. After all, the world continues to be the world, and it doesn't care if you don't fit in or can't handle the consequences of your own actions.

killer

pairing: amber freeman x fem reader

summary: reader is held at gunpoint once amber finds out that reader knows her big secret. (inspired by nate pulling the gun on maddy scene in euphoria because that is A CLASSICCC angst scene and one of my favorites in media)

warnings: gun, dark!toxic!amber, amber is being manipulative, amber not being a good girlfriend, emotional abuse, physical abuse, amber pulling a gun on reader, reader is crying, traumatized reader

it’s not like you wanted this to happen, same can say for amber. you didn’t mean to trip over the ghostface box that had her costume and knife in it, it was accidentally sticking out of the bed. you never seen the box before and opened it out of curiosity. this was all a big mistake, amber tried to keep it a secret from you as much as possible. at some point, this was going to happen… some secrets cant stay hidden forever.

the two of you began to get into a heated argument, you felt the need to run away because you know you can’t DATE a serial killer, it’s morally wrong to do that. your friends, family, and everyone around you would hate you if they knew the truth. as you begin to try to run to get to the doorframe in amber’s room to escape, you felt a very familiar pale-skinned hand grab your wrist, yanking you cause you to fall back a little. “not so fast.”

once you turn around and want to open your mouth to protest amber to let you go and leave you alone, you see something black and shiny is pulled out of her back pocket… it’s a gun. you can feel a chilling spine crawl all over your body, your hairs on your body are standing up while you look at her with widened, scared eyes. “i love you, i love you, i love you.” you say rapidly, as you try to calm her down and pray that will help her put the gun away so she doesn’t kill you. you hear a small yet sinister chuckle escape her mouth as she looks at you with an evil smile. she knows you’re saying this out of fear to escape the moment, not because you actually love her, she’s not stupid. mindy tells her about all of the time about manipulation tactics from the victims side in abusive relationships in movies, plus amber has seen way too many horror movies to see how this plays out in abusive relationships or how people beg for mercy when a serial killer is about to end their lives.

she puts the gun to hip of your body and she seems to lead you to her bed, as you start to frantically look at her, unable to read her blank expression. “you’re…. scaring me… put the gun down…” you say, biting your lip to prevent your lips from trembling for a bit. she still had a blank expression, her eyes never blinked and looked deeply into your soul. you hated when she would sometimes do this in an argument, when she would purposely show no emotion so you couldn’t understand her or predict her next move. your girlfriend tilted her head to the side and smirked…, “good, that’s the point.” is all that comes out of her mouth. the gun is still adjusted to your hip, her hand is sitting on your thigh as she gently sighs looking into your watering eyes.

“now you know i… love you right, baby? you know i know you a lot better than everyone else around you, just like you know me better than anyone else around me.” she whispers, as she rubs your thighs lovingly, you can feel your whole body tense as it begins to shake. she begins to look down at the locket necklace she has on her neck, she opens it and stares at the happy picture of you two… moments before disaster… she starts to sigh again. you start to stare at her, once again, before you shake your head agreeing with her. “now… let’s see if your words match your actions.” she says, as she leans above you and presses the barrel of the gun towards your head, the muzzle pressing more into your forehead skin. “stop, stop, amber…. please stop, i won’t tell anyone, i won’t go to the police… just let me go and we can talk about this!” you yell to her as you start panicking as you move backwards, as you feel your back pressing into the bedsheets. the words don’t do anything to her, as her figure is officially above you now with the gun still against your forehead.

“shut up!” she got loud and angry for a second before her facial expression returned to normal, “just… quiet down, princess. i don’t want anyone hearing us, (your name), do i make myself clear?” she spoke, sternly with a serious look in her eyes as you nodded. she didnt like the fact that you got loud, worried about the fact if anyone in the neighborhood can hear you from the window. speaking of the window, she got up and closed the blinds so no one could see the scene. she walks back over to you, hovering above you like she was before with the gun pressed against your forehead again.

“hm….” she hums softly, looking at your saddened and shaking figure, you start whimpering, more and more as tears spill out of your eyes. “back to what you said earlier about talking things out, i like this way of talking more, straight to the point and simple.” she says, as her other hand caresses your face softly. you flinch from her touch and look away to the side, this causes her to get mad and grab your face roughly. “you say you won’t go to the police right? you say you love me, right, despite me being a killer? swear on it.” she says in a scary and upset tone, as she is breathing heavily on you.

you start to get quiet and as she starts talking to you, too scared to answer. “answer me!” your girlfriend grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you, causing you to sniffle and hold back your tears. all you did was stare at the girl you love, trying to open your mouth but all that came out was choked sobs. this was another one of amber’s tests… she truly needed to see if you loved her, she wanted to know was what you had was real with her. first, she asked you would you still love her even if she was the killer one time you guys hung out…. you did say yes because you know how her humor is and didn’t take her seriously… but now you’re stuck in this… disaster. “yes, i won’t tell anyone, please! i love you too much to do that to you, baby, i won’t tell anyone, please just believe me!” you scream back at her, freaking out and you just wait for her to put the gun down.

she stares at you, still feeling unsatisfied with your performance, she nudges the gun into your forehead. “fucking swear on it!” the raven haired girl yelled, her voice was laced with fury and her eyes got larger. when you stared into her eyes, you weren’t dealing with amber freeman, you were dealing with ghostface. this is not the girl you ended up in love with, the same girl you smile, kiss, hold hands, laugh, cuddle, have sex with, have movie marathons with. this is not the same girl that cuddled and protected you through all of the ghostface murders just for her to be the one responsible for it. this is a whole other person.

“i swear! i swear!” you yelled at her. this is finally what was able to satisfy her, she finally smiles now that she got what it is that she wanted. you can feel the weight on the bed shift as she gets off you, giving you a bit of space. she walks to you, she begins to rub your shoulder as she gives you quick reassurance. you start to flinch from her touch, your body is curled up in a ball. “hey, sweetheart, it was just a joke. there’s no bullets in the gun, see?” amber says, holding the gun up to show you the inside of the barrel. that makes the situation even ten times worse than it already was. she sees all of this as some bullshit joke, she didn’t even care about the drama and harm she caused to you.

honestly, amber didn’t WANT TO DO THIS… she needed to do this just to make sure there was trust and loyalty between you two. “i’m sorry, baby, i thought you would know better enough to know that i’d NEVER hurt you… i’d never kill you. i love you too much to do such sick, twisted things.” she says, as she begins to grab the black box off of the ground. you couldn’t believe the words that came out of her mouth, she claimed that she would never hurt you, but she did. she begins to start getting ready as she slips on the infamous ghostface black robe. “if you loved me, you’d never do this. if you loved me, you wouldn’t put me through this!” you shout at her from across the bed, holding your knees against your chest.

but that’s the issue… the fact that she did this to you… that makes her a killer. this is her true nature. she could feel herself getting frustrated as she lets out a laugh while looking over at your cuddled position. “and if you loved me, i wouldn’t have to do this if you wouldn’t tried to leave. anyways, i have places to be and things to do.” she walks over to you about to place a gentle kiss on your cheek but you flinch away from her and seethed your teeth. “don’t touch me!”

the reaction that you gave amber caused a smile to tug at her lips. she sighs, not wanting to deal with your attitude because she had better yet important things to do. she’ll have to just deal with you later. as she begins to just turn her back on you, amber grabs her mask and shoves her knife inside of her pocket. she starts to walk away as she leaves to go to her car, leaving you stranded and crying all alone on the bedroom while she plans for her next kill.

don’t worry, this is only the beginning….

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wanted to request scream5 Sidney Prescott x sick!reader maybe the reader as her wife and it’s after the whole attack in scream five where reader got injured and now they’re sick (does that make sense??)

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❝  Healing Hearts ❞

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The curtains were drawn, dimming the room where Sidney Prescott's wife, You, lay in bed, wrapped in layers of blankets. The events of the Ghostface attack were finally over, but the toll it had taken on both of you was evident. Sidney sat beside you, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

"I'm sorry you got hurt, sweetheart," Sidney whispered, her voice filled with concern.

"It's not your fault, Sid," you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper. "You saved me, remember?"

Sidney smiled softly, her love for you shining in her eyes. "I'll always protect you."

You managed a weak smile, but it was clear that you were struggling. The injuries you sustained during the attack were healing, but now a different battle had taken its place.

"I wish I could take away your pain," Sidney said, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"Just having you here with me makes it better," you replied, reaching out to hold Sidney's hand. "I love you."

"I love you too," Sidney replied, gently squeezing your hand. "We'll get through this together."

The days passed slowly, with Sidney tending to your needs. She brought you soup and medication, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. Despite the fear and uncertainty that still lingered after the attack, your love remained a source of strength for both of you.

One evening, as the sun set outside, your fever seemed to spike, causing you to shiver uncontrollably.

"Sid," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I'm scared."

Sidney moved closer, wrapping her arms around you, trying to provide comfort through her touch. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll face this together."

You clung to Sidney, finding solace in her presence. You had survived so much, and you knew you could survive this too. Sidney's love was a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted one night, your hands intertwined.

"We've been through a lot, and we've always come out stronger," Sidney replied. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"I wouldn't be if it weren't for you," you said, tears welling in your eyes. "You're my hero."

Sidney leaned in and kissed you gently, your lips meeting in a tender embrace. "And you're mine," Sidney whispered against your lips.

Your love was a force that couldn't be broken, and as you looked to the future, you knew that whatever came your way, you would face it together, hand in hand, heart in heart. Sidney and you had survived the worst, and now, you were ready to embrace the healing power of your love.

Ahh, I'm really hating my writing lately, why can't it be good enough???