Title: "Always Watching"
Fandom: Stardew Valley
Inspired/based off the Sam After Dark mod
Pairing: Sam (Yandere) x Gen Neutral Farmer (Reader)
Word Count: ~4,000 ish
**Warnings: Obsessive behavior, stalking, implied non-consensual surveillance, injury, yandere themes.**
Other than those, it's just a silly little fic. Hope you like it.😉 My master list for other fandoms.
Sam starts to worry when you don't home at your usual time.
Sam’s fingers drummed against his desk, his eyes locked onto the flickering screen of his laptop. The feed from the hidden camera in your bedroom was crystal clear—just like the others he’d planted throughout your farmhouse. He knew it was wrong. He knew it. But the moment you had moved to Pelican Town, something inside him had snapped.
You were perfect.
Your smile, your laugh, the way you worked yourself to exhaustion every day just to make your farm thrive. He admired your dedication. He craved your attention. And when you didn’t give it to him willingly… well, he had to take matters into his own hands.
The cameras were just the beginning.
He leaned closer to the screen, watching as you stumbled through the front door of your farmhouse. His breath hitched.
Something was wrong.
You were hurt.
Badly.
Your clothes were torn, your skin streaked with dirt and blood. A deep gash ran across your forearm, and you limped as you dragged yourself inside. Sam’s stomach twisted. The mines. You must have gone too deep again, fighting those monsters alone like you always did.
Why didn’t you ask for help?
Why didn’t you ask him?
His fingers clenched into fists. You were supposed to be careful. You were supposed to be safe. He had watched you for months, memorized your routines, made sure you were protected—even if you didn’t know it.
And yet here you were, bleeding on your own floor, fumbling through your cabinets for bandages.
Sam shot up from his chair.
No. No, this wasn’t acceptable.
He didn’t even remember grabbing his jacket or running out the door. The cold night air bit at his skin, but he barely felt it. His mind was a storm of panic and fury.
You could have died.
You could have bled out alone in that house, and he wouldn’t have been there to save you.
His knuckles rapped against your door—too hard, too frantic. When you didn’t answer immediately, he nearly kicked it down.
“Sam?!” Your voice was weak, confused.
The door creaked open, and there you were—pale, trembling, your arm wrapped in a haphazard bandage already soaked with red.
His heart shattered.
“What the hell happened?!” His voice was too loud, too desperate.
You flinched. “I—I just got caught off guard in the mines. It’s not that bad—”
“Not that bad?!” He grabbed your wrist, ignoring your gasp of pain as he inspected the wound. Deep. Too deep. “You need a doctor. Now.”
“Sam, I’m fine—”
“You’re not.” His grip tightened. “You could have died.”
Something in his tone made you freeze. Your wide eyes met his, and for the first time, he saw it—fear. Not of the mines. Not of the pain.
Of him.
Sam exhaled shakily, forcing himself to loosen his hold. He couldn’t scare you. Not like this.
But he couldn’t lie anymore, either.
“I saw you,” he whispered.
Your brow furrowed. “What?”
“I saw you come home. I saw you bleeding.” His voice cracked. “I always see you.”
Your confusion melted into horror as the realization dawned.
“You… you’ve been watching me?”
He didn’t deny it. He couldn’t.
“I had to,” he said, stepping closer. “You don’t take care of yourself. You don’t let anyone help you. But I need you to be safe. I need you to be mine.”
You backed away, but he followed, his hands caging you against the wall.
“Sam, this isn’t—this isn’t okay—”
“I know.” His thumb brushed your cheek, smearing a streak of dirt. “But I don’t care. I can’t care. Not when it comes to you.”
Your breath hitched.
And then—
You slapped him.
Hard.
Sam barely flinched.
The sting barely registered. All he could focus on was the fire in your eyes, the defiance even as you trembled.
Good.
He liked that fire.
“Stay away from me,” you hissed. “Or I’ll tell the whole town what you’ve done.”
Sam smiled.
It wasn’t a happy smile.
It was a promise.
“You won’t.”
Your pulse jumped under his fingers as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear.
“Because if you do… I’ll have to make sure you can’t.”
You shuddered.
And for the first time, Sam knew—
You finally understood.
He wasn’t letting you go.
Ever.
