#jossam fanfiction

[rhaenyrage]

I've been thinking a lot about Jossam lately, totally obsessed, and I've come up with some headcanons!

• Josh is a film enthusiast, and this is clear as a crystal. Just like that fact, he loves Sam. They say every artist has their muse, their inspiration—and for some, it's distant people, historical figures, or even actors or musicians. Josh is no different; he has his muse, and luckily for him, it's his sister’s best friend.

• Josh is an artist. He loves working on small film projects to tell little stories he's written. Of course, he always finds a way to get his friends involved, whether it’s Jess playing a Carrie remake or Emily as a masked killer... But none of them came close to being in as many projects as Sam. Josh always put Samantha Giddings in his films. She was always the lead, the final girl, the one who gets the guy at the end, the princess, the superhero—because that’s who she was and always had been to him, the protagonist of his life.

• Sam loved being part of those amateur films. She always thought Josh's artistic vision was beautiful, even if that wasn’t the reason she kept doing it. She loved listening to him talk about his ideas, loved how focused he became, loved hearing him go into detail about every little thing he had in mind. His mind fascinated her. She was in love with everything he did, in love with him, which, on its own, made everything he had to offer—even the "little things"—feel magical.

• One time, a town fair caught Sam’s attention. It was an animation competition, and when she read about it in the paper, the first person who came to mind was Josh Washington. Well, she was the girl who did the drawings, but he was the guy who handled everything else. Maybe it was her way of trying to spend more time with him. Maybe that feeling made her call him and tell him about it, and maybe it was his own desire to spend more time with her that made him agree instantly.

• They didn’t win first place in the competition, instead placing third and getting a silly plastic trophy for both of them. Regardless of the result, they were happy. Spending that time together was probably what they needed to understand their feelings for each other—even if they hadn’t admitted them yet. Everything seemed to be falling into place... until the anniversary of the twins’ disappearance came around, and with that... well, you know the story.

[ddollqulaa]

maybe it was meant to be // Sam x Josh

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a little snippet of my w.i.p.

◟✿ ⠀ ┈─★ ⠀ ೀ ⠀⦂ ⠀〈 ⠀ ━╋ ⠀ . . .ᐟᅟ ⠀ ꒰੭ ⠀ ♱

[based on the new endings]

It's been a year since that night, and I still can’t grasp how we made it out alive. Most of us, at least, but not him. Not Josh. He didn’t make it. I thought we were close, especially after what happened to his sisters, my best friend, Hannah, and her sister Beth. When he asked us back on the anniversary of their disappearance, I thought it was a way of finding some kind of closure. But instead, he went psycho, playing a twisted joke that led us right into the worst night of our lives.

We stopped him, we stopped the terror, well at least we thought we did, but the tragedy didn’t stop there. No, we were trapped down in those mines, surrounded by these cannibalistic creatures. They tore our bodies, their nails digging deep into our skin. They hurt us, but they killed him, they took Josh, and killed him. I can still hear his voice ringing in my ear, feeling the weight of his voice. It’s a memory that haunts me, one that I will never escape.

And I’ll never stop regretting the words I left unspoken to him. Every unspoken thought, the tension between us, feels like a chain weighing down my heart, pulling me deeper and deeper into guilt. I carry that weight with me, and I always will. It’s a burden that will not be lightened, a regret that won’t fade away. Josh is gone, and the words, those things I should have said, are gone. And it will burn deep in me, till my life ends.

Now every morning starts the same, I choke down a mouthful of pills, hoping they’ll ease the pain. Hoping it will help me erase the memories. But no amount of pills can erase how much I miss him. I miss him so much, it's like an ache in my body, my soul. If only I could have saved him, held him one last time as he cried in my arms, whispered that none of it was his fault. Maybe, just maybe if I had seen the signs, he'd be here now, lying beside me, wrapped around in my arms. But he's gone.

Every day I breathe feels like a curse because, with each breath, I relive that night in the mines. The terror carved deep into my skin, Why do I still harbor these feelings for him? It's been a year, and my heart refuses to let go. I told myself I'd move on, and even went to see Dr. Hill. To try and find myself again in the therapy Josh’s parents were forced to pay for as if money could ever heal the wounds we carry. I don't speak to the others anymore, each glance at them feels like a knife twisting and pulling me back to Josh, to everything I've lost.

But this morning, when I finally dragged myself out of bed and pulled open the curtains, I saw him, I saw Josh. standing in front of my door as if the world hadn't taken him away from me, as if nothing ever happened. My breath caught in my chest, and for a moment everything stopped, the pain, the guilt, all of it. It was just him, as real as the day he left me.

I wanted to run to him, scream his name, throw my arms around him, and tell him all the things I never said. But my body wouldn't move. I was frozen, caught between reality and a memory. He stood there knocking on the door softly, like a ghost that was woven from my grief. And I stood there, shattered, unable to see if it was real or if I was lost in my despair, seeing what I so desperately wanted to believe.

This morning, my world shifted. When I dragged myself out of bed, weary and drowning in grief as usual. I pulled back to curtains and there he was, Josh. Just standing there, as if last year had been nothing but a nightmare. My heart stilled, and my breath caught in my throat, it was him, unmistakable, his jacket, his cute hair falling over his eyes, the weight of everything we had lost was written in the way he stood.

I don't understand. Josh was gone. I thought he was taken deep into the mines, the wendigos piercing his skin. I kept blinking, I was sure that I was hallucinating. Maybe, I was still asleep, tangled in the illusion that he was with us. But no matter how many times I blinked, he didn't vanish. He stood there, waiting for me.

Then I heard it, his voice, which once was confident, is now soft. It drifted up like a memory that I'd forgotten to forget.

“Sam? Are you home?”

His voice, the same voice that had once filled the empty spaces between us, rang out, and I felt my knees weaken, and my pulse quicken. I stepped back from the window, my mind in circles. This couldn't be real, Josh had been gone for a year, where did he even go? They said he was dead. Yet there he was calling out my name, like he had never been gone at all.

I threw on a jacket, my hands shaking as I flung open the door. The cold air rushed into my face, biting at my skin, but I could barely feel it. All I felt was him, Josh.

He looked down at me, with that same smile pulling on his lips. “It’s been a while, Sam..”

I stood frozen at the doorway, staring right at him, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. How was this real? ”Josh..?” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of his name. “I thought…..I thought you were dead, they said they couldn’t find your body.”

His smile faded, and the shadows in his eyes darkened. “ I know, I know, I thought I was dead too you know? Well….at least until I woke up in an asylum.” He said with his cute stupid laugh. “You know what I did to deserve that..”. He tried to laugh it off again.

An asylum. The words fell heavy between us like stones dropped into a still lake.

“For a year?..” My voice trembled, struggling to keep up with the aching in my heart. “You’ve been alive this whole damn time, and no one even thought to tell me?!” I was pissed, I went through all that heartache and guilt just for him to end up being hidden away by his parents, shamed as an embarrassment.

“They didn’t want anyone to know,” he murmured, his voice now barely above a whisper. “They told me it would be easier that way… that I could heal. I didn’t know how to come back, Sam, I didn’t think I ever could.”

I stood there, a thousand emotions crawling over me, relief, anger, confusion, guilt, all tangled into one big knot, which I couldn’t even start to untie. For a year, I thought he was gone, haunted by a memory of him, haunted by the words I never told him. And now, here he was, flesh and bone, standing right in front of me as if he had come back from the dead.

“I thought I lost you,” I whispered, tears dripping down my face. “ I thought I'd never see you again…”

He stepped forward, his hands on my cheeks rubbing the tears away, making me look up at him. His eyes were filled with something fragile, “I'm so sorry, Sam. I never wanted to hurt you, I didn't know how to come back to you… until now.”

My hands were trembling as I reached out, and when my hands touched his face, the warmth of his face made my disbelief shatter. He was real, I was touching him, he was touching me..”

Before I could pull myself back, I pulled him into a deep kiss. His arms held my waist as he reached under my shirt, touching my back. I held him as if he was the only thing holding me onto this world. His body warm against mine as our tongues clashed together in symphony. His body all pressed up against mine as he walked me into a wall. My shirt was half up, his fingers playing with the drawstring of my sweatpants.

“I missed you, I missed you so much..” I sobbed in between those sloppy kisses, my voice all breathy.

“I've missed you too,” he whispered into my mouth as he looked at me while I kissed him. His voice was raw, filled with the same ache I have carried. “Every single, fucking day, Sam.”

He groaned as he pushed me up against the wall harder feeling up my tits.

I clung up to him afraid that he'd let go, afraid that if she did he'd slip away again, back into the darkness where I lost him. He pulled back and gazed into my eyes, he had that cocky smirk I recognized.

“It's been a year since I've had the pleasure of feeling up a body, glad it's yours.” He said with a cocky laugh. He held me close as he nuzzled into my neck.

“yeah? Who else would it be?” I let out with a small laugh, my arms wrapping around his head as he kissed the nape of my neck.

[Tbc // dollqula on AO3]

[riverrunscold]

I was definitely possessed by the spirit of Sam herself while writing this. Anyway, here's a totally silly day 7: road trip fic!

[mogitz]

Hello again! Thank you so much for replying to me, no worries at all about taking your time to answer, you should always take care of yourself first especially when life gets crazy. And I'm sorry to hear about the manic episode, hope you're doing better now. I imagine it must be really hard to deal with a disorder :(

Thank you so much for publishing it again, I appreciate it beyond words. I'm really looking forward to reading the whole story, it has a very interesting premise, I loved the first chapter. I'm sure the rest will be wonderful. Thank you once again, have a lovely day <3

No problem! I have put the first two chapters up and will get the rest up as I can! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53818579/chapters/136215298

[therulerofallpotatos]

Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: Until Dawn (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sam Giddings/Josh Washington, Ashley Brown/Chris Hartley, Mike Munroe/Jessica Riley, Chris Hartley & Josh Washington, Mike Munroe & Josh Washington, Ashley Brown & Josh Washington, Matt Taylor & Josh Washington, Emily Davis & Josh Washington, Jessica Riley & Josh Washington, Ashley Brown & Emily Davis Characters: Sam Giddings, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis (Until Dawn), Matt Taylor (Until Dawn), Mike Munroe, Jessica Riley (Until Dawn), Josh Washington Additional Tags: Post-Until Dawn (Video Game), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Wendigo Josh Washington, Josh - Freeform, Josh Washington Has Mental Health Issues, Blackwood Mountain (Until Dawn), Everyone Lives (Until Dawn), POV Multiple, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Character Development, Trauma, i don't know the tagging conventions super well yet in this fandom i'll update this as needed, Josh Washington Deserves Better Series: Part 1 of Blackwood Mountain Summary:

A year has passed since they all made if off Blackwood Mountain alive. Well…not all of them. One by one, each survivor decides to go back to the mountain. They don’t tell anyone where they’re going, and they’re all looking for the one left behind.

CHAPTER TWO IS UP BITCHES!! Chapter 3 on Friday the 16th! Next up? Matt’s pov with The Quicker Man.

[clumsybookworm18]

and my burden to bear is a love (i can’t carry anymore) | pt.6

ao3 | Moodboard | parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Summary: Josh awakens after dawn and makes an upsetting discovery.

A/N: This is me trying to write a simple flashback scene that ended up turning into a whole chapter and a bunch of ANGST™

 Enjoy :)

Josh didn’t remember how he got here.

One moment he was in the mines. The next, he was walking through the station’s doors. The precinct was crawling with activity. Phones continuously ringing, rangers coming in and out, even a few EMTs walked in. For the life of him Josh couldn’t remember how he got here. Everything was so fuzzy. 

The mines... He’d been in the mines with Mike. They were supposed to regroup with Sam and the others at the lodge. But he doesn’t remember getting out of the mines… He followed Mike. He saw a stranger's body hanging on a hook. He jumped into the freezing water. And then… and then… and then what?

Josh peered down at himself. His- the Psycho’s- overalls had been replaced by black clothes. His hands weren’t dirty anymore. His face no longer hurt. What happened? Did he make it out? Had the others?

He approached the man sitting in the front desk. Josh cleared his throat. “Excuse me.” 

The man didn’t look up.

“Uh excuse me,” he repeats a little more louder. The man still didn’t look up.

Okay, rude. “What are you, deaf? Hellooo?”

Still not looking at him.

“Listen pal, I just had one of the worst nights of my life so if you could help me out here, that’ll be fucking swell.”

But the man kept scribbling some forms on the desk and didn’t answer him. 

Oh, fuck this.

His eyes flickered towards the open door where an officer just came out of. Since the man in the front desk was still ignoring him, Josh saw no fault in walking in. Nobody stopped him as he made his way through the hallway, nobody acknowledged him. 

For a moment, Josh wondered if this was another of his hallucinations, but it didn’t feel like one. Usually his hallucinations involved accusations or pointed fingers at him. Here, there was nobody telling him what a piece of shit he was, instead they were just ignoring him. 

“Okay…” he murmured to himself. “This is freaking me the fuck out.”

Even with all the activity, there was a preternatural quiet- like an omen. Josh kept walking, ignoring the trepidation that tugged inside him. The flutter of uneasiness that grew as he slowly treaded farther. He took a turn and-

There she was. Sitting alone in the hallway, was Sam, her fingers clutching the blanket thrown around her shoulders. 

“Sam,” he breathes, relieved to see a familiar face.

He doesn’t hesitate to approach her but she doesn’t look up, not even when he’s standing right in front of her. Josh frowns, studying her in the wan light, his eyes going to the blood smeared across her forehead and her cheek. She looked like she’d been to hell and back. “Sam.”

She didn’t answer. He grew more nervous with every passing second of silence. Josh knew he’d fucked up, that he and his friends weren’t on the best terms at the moment but Sam wasn’t one to ignore him for the sake of it. Especially at a time like this. Josh kneeled before her, her unseeing eyes making him uneasy. This wasn’t the same girl he saw in the mines. 

Something was wrong.

“Sammy?” He raised a hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her face only for it to go through her. Josh stumbled back, falling on his ass. 

Something was very wrong. 

He touched his chest, his face, but they felt solid. He felt a sinking dread as he reached out, as he tried to touch Sam again but his hand went straight through. 

What. The. Fuck.

“Samantha Giddings?” 

They both looked up to see a cop approaching. Josh didn’t react fast enough, didn’t have time to move away before the man walked right through him. He doesn’t feel it, not physically, but the reality of the situation arrowed into him. 

No. No way this was happening. Not to him. This had to be some mistake, he couldn’t… he wasn’t...

Dead.

Josh’s ears were ringing. No one can see him, no one could hear him, no one could touch him. Shit, someone just walked through him like he was nothing... 

The cop said something. Josh couldn’t hear him. His eyes went to Sam again. She was being led to a door labeled as Interview Room 1. He called her name in a hoarse whisper. 

Look back. Please.

She didn’t.

***

Rain fell without mercy as Josh walked upon rows and rows of gravestones, the sound of water hitting stone growing louder with every step he took. The cemetery was empty, something he didn’t find surprising, considering that not many people liked to spend their time among the resting dead. 

After that godawful funeral that put his memory to shame, Josh didn’t know where else to go. Didn’t know what else to do. Since there was no way in hell he was going back to the manor (he had already haunted those halls long enough), he’d ended up making the graveyard his new lair. Josh was still getting used to the idea of being dead when he wasn’t actually gone. Not completely. And he found the grim ambiance of it all a perfect fit for his new predicament. 

He finally reached the miniature city of mausoleums, striding his way across the sea of white marble to enter what had been appointed as his permanent residence. It had grown dark inside thanks to the stormy weather, the only light in the room coming from the candles placed on the small altar and the entryway. 

The Washington mausoleum was a big, black block of granite with stained glass windows and arched bronze doors, placed on the outskirts of the cemetery with the ominous Washington supported by roman columns. Posh. Lofty. A bit Gothic. Pretty hard to miss. 

What can he say, his family had a dramatic flair. Himself included.  

For the past few days, he’d been prowling around the grounds, searching for signs of any other ghosts, lost souls, anything at all. Something that indicated that he wasn’t alone on this other side. And the cemetery seemed like the perfect scenario for wandering spirits, with its eerie atmosphere, and the obscure mist surrounding the graves. Makes perfect sense that it would be haunted. Right?

Yeah, no. 

So far there have been no sightings of anything. Zero. Zilch. No other ghosts or spirits. No guardian angel to lead him up. No fiendish demons to lure him down. Not even the Grim Reaper himself. Nothing. He was truly alone on this ghostly plane. 

So Josh had been biding his time, lingering close to his crypt. Waiting for any signs or answers because something had to give. Fate, God, Death or whatever the fuck is supposed to be in charge couldn’t just leave him here. Stranded.  

The echo of footsteps alerted him to a presence. Josh instantly recognized the gait of the person striding his way. The heels of her shoes clicked against the polished granite floor, drowning the sound of the drizzle beating against the windowpanes. 

She hadn’t been to the funeral. Everybody else had gone. Chris. Ash. Mike. Even Emily. But not Sam. So nobody could really blame him for being surprised when she showed up to his family’s mausoleum out of the fucking blue. That she even showed up at all. 

She looked so tired. Even in the faint light he could see the smudged purple beneath her eyes, that familiar haunted look brought by a night of nightmares. He wanted to believe he was wrong, that this couldn’t be her. But it was. Josh was surprised to see how much she’d changed in such a short time. 

Sam stopped in front of the joint grave beside his and murmured something he didn’t quite catch, before hesitantly moving to his own. She ran a tentative hand over his name engraved on the stone. Josh didn’t like it. It felt so… final. Well, as final as it could get, since apparently death wasn’t as permanent as he would’ve liked it to be. 

Two tears slid down her face. Swift and cold. She didn’t wipe them away. “You lied to me.”

He went to stand next to her. “As much as I want to apologize, you can’t hear me,” he offers with a sad smile, looking at her face glowing in the dim light of the candles, her skin still glittering with rain. “So I won’t.” 

“I am so angry with you. Furious,” she went on, unaware of the ghost at her side, her eyes desolate. “But for the most part I’m just tired. Tired of racking my brain, of trying to understand why, and I just-” The snag on the words was like a blow to his intangible gut. Sam puts her hands on her face, running them up through her wet hair. “Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m doing here. It’s not like you can hear me or anything.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t.” He cups her face between his hands, trying to wipe away the tears. The corners of his mouth turned down when he couldn’t. “Don’t say that. I’m right here.”

He scans her eyes, her face, looking… What was he looking for? Some sign of recognition? And if so, was he able to handle Sam’s reaction? Would she still be saying the things she’s saying now? Would she recoil at the sight of him? Would she be scared? Or would she be angry? 

He drops his hands. If Josh were alive, she would hate him. He knows that much. 

But her face didn’t change. Her eyes were still liquid, somber, lost. “You know I was thinking about what I last said to you,” she said, her voice quiet and loud at the same time in the silent mausoleum. “‘Josh, do you have the key for the cable car.’ God, I was so stupid…. All I was thinking about was getting us out of that mountain, you know? I didn’t think about saying goodbye- didn’t think I needed to. You were supposed to come back with us.”

He remembers her urgent expression, clear in the darkness of the mines. The light of her headband shining brightly on his filthy face. Her cold, bloodied hands brushing his palm, her touch brief but soft as he handed the key. Her voice, somehow still composed, even after everything she had gone through, as she and Mike planned their escape while he uselessly stood on the sidelines. The quick glance she gave him before she climbed away.

Sam took a shuddering breath, her voice turned unsteady. “I know you were hurting. That you lost your sisters, that  your parents became more distant than they usually were, that you pushed everyone away but you had me… You had me. I only hoped that you saw that through this mess.” 

Josh doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say. Not like it would matter anyways. So he only stands frozen in place as she walks out of the mausoleum, the rain still beats outside. 

Later that night, he finds himself staring up at Sam’s bedroom window like he had done so many times before. Only this time, the lights were off. 

***

Josh stays around her after that. 

The days came and went, and Sammy seemed unaware of the time passing. She mostly stayed in her room, not getting out of bed, refusing to eat, not answering any of her texts or calls. What little time she managed to sleep, she awoke gasping and shaking. The liveliness that lived inside her now quiet. A static that made him uneasy.  Everything about her was now static. 

She was a ghost. Just like him. 

Josh has stopped trying to make sense of it. He was dead and he couldn’t do anything about it. Instead, he spends his time trying to communicate with Sam, trying to let her know he was still there. But it’s proving to be difficult, especially when she doesn’t care about anything. She couldn’t hear him, no matter how loud he talked. He tweaks and moves some stuff here and there but she doesn’t pay any mind to it. Josh doesn’t bother to try touching her again, not wanting to see his hands go through her again. 

It was hard to see her like this. But Sam was strong. She could survive this. She could survive anything. 

Josh didn’t leave- he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. When he needed someone, Sam had been there. Month after month, Sam had been there for him. Even when he pushed everyone away, couldn’t bring himself to care about anything, Sam hadn’t given up on him. 

And Josh wouldn’t give up on her.  

***

She searches for him in the dead of night. Puzzling, since he was the root of many of her nightmares and yet she wakes up coated in cold sweat, her hand palming what used to be his side of the bed, searching for the familiar heat of his body. Hoping that her nightmares were just nightmares, and not the cold, harsh truth. But she could never forget for long. Inevitably, she relieves her grief all over again when she finds nothing but frigid sheets and emptiness. 

Sam adds it up to the fact she had gotten used to sleeping next to him, to the codependency they both developed  the last year (even though deep down she knows it was more than that- for her at least). A habit, she tells herself. And habits die hard. 

But she can’t help but feel that his presence was still there with her, hiding in the shadows. 

***

One afternoon Sam picks up her sketchbook. The one he gave her for her 19th birthday- the last one they celebrated together. She stared at it for a long time. Long enough that Josh was convinced she might throw it out in the trash or even burn it. But to his surprise, she flipped it open, flashing through the pages with enough agility that he couldn’t catch a glimpse of her older drawings, as if she herself didn’t want to see them either, until she settled on a blank sheet. 

Mindlessly grabbing a pencil, she started sketching, brows furrowed and hand gliding through the page forming unsure lines that turned into rough curves that turned into confident shapes, transforming into something. Josh looked over her shoulder and-

Huh. 

She had captured its cloudy predatory gaze, all of the sharp teeth and sharp claws, with its long limbs curved, the Wendigo looked ready to strike out of the page. Of all the things she could’ve drawn, she drew that. Don’t get him wrong, he was all in for the weird and creepy shit, but Sam? Trying to get her to watch a scary movie was a trial in itself. 

Sam doesn’t stop to take it in. No, she passed that page and started doing another sketch. Then another. And another. Before they both knew it, it was already dark out and Sam had spent most of her day doing something other than moping.  

***

The creepy drawings became a thing. Not that Josh was complaining. Her coping mechanisms were a hell lot better than his, that’s for sure. 

In a matter of days, Sam had turned her room into a makeshift art studio. An easel beside the window. Paintbrushes in glass jars. Charcoal stained finger prints. She’d dropped out of all of her classes and had nothing else to do but paint and draw. Channeling all of her pain, sadness, and frustration into her art. Josh lingered by her side as she poured her heart out, filling white sheets with mountains and darkness, with monsters and death. It was terrifying… he loved it. 

Sam had always downplayed her artistic skills, something Josh never understood. Sam was an artist, had always been. He’d seen it from something as simple as her nails, over to the rare occasions she’s shown him some of her drawings, either of a landscape she saw during one of her hikes, or a quick sketch of one of his sisters doing a silly pose (Beth) or staring off with a dreamy look on her face (Hannah). Hell, he was pretty sure she was the one that had helped Hannah design her tattoo. When he’d ask, she’d always shrugged it off with an It’s just a hobby. 

Josh knew, even if he was stuck on his own personal hell, that Sam was gonna be alright. 

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[queenofbaws]

I have learned that resistance is futile when it comes to you & the cliche prompt list! Because I’m still high from all the feels of the last Jossam prompt ♥️ can you please do #49 ‘You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out’? That seems like the type of situation they would get themselves into 😂

On paper, it had sounded pretty sweet, if he did say so himself—a nice, quiet, scenic stroll through the Pines, just the two of them, none of the others’ yammering or arguing to ruin the ambience of the woods. They would have some kind of peace, so help him God, because he was going for a certain mood, and that mood was a romantic one.

So obviously it only made sense that something would go sideways.

“Well this is just fucking peachy.” The wind was so strong that Josh literally found himself turned around by it, one hand clamping down on the brim of his beanie, the other yanking the open neck of his vest closed. He had to figure most of his voice had been swallowed up by the gust, but Sam’s laughter told him otherwise.

“You’re such a baby!” she called over the wind, similarly holding her hat down over her ears to keep it from flying away. In that moment she was his perfect opposite, beaming widely as a few wisps of hair whipped at her face, cheeks bright from being buffeted by the wind. “It’ll die down in a second, you whiner!”

And, as though she and Mother Nature had some kind of understanding going on, it did die down, the wooded path going silent once more.

Sam dropped her hands to her sides and they made a fwump sound against her many, many layers. “Now was that really so bad?” she asked, using a cozening, teasing voice that he couldn’t even pretend he didn’t like.

“I, Samantha,” Josh began, mimicking the slow curl of her drawl, “Am what professionals refer to as ‘an indoor pet.’”

She laughed outright, though really it was more of a scoff than anything else. “An indoor pet, huh? That’s a new one.”

“I was meant to spend my life within the confines of walls. I thrive in warmer, darker, stuffier climates than…” he paused, gesturing towards the snowy landscape around them, “…this.”

“Uh huh,” Sam said, quirking an eyebrow. “You do know you just described yourself in pretty much the same way I’d describe a mushroom, right?”

Oh, come on. She had to know better than that. How long had she known him? And she was going to throw him a softball like that? “Yeah, well, the parallels abound, Sammy.”

“Really.”

“Mhm,” he hummed as they continued down the path, taking the opportunity to take her hand in his. “See, I too am a, uh,” he slid his eyes to hers in a calculated sidelong glance. “…fun guy.”

She groaned (but he knew it was absolutely just for show), reaching across herself with her other hand to land a weak smack on the front of his padded vest. The hand enveloped by his showed no sign of pulling away though, mysteriously enough…if anything, he thought he could feel her fingers tighten around his. “That was bad,” she said flatly. “Like…exceptionally bad. Even for you.”

Josh raised his shoulders in a self-satisfied shrug. ��I thought it was pretty good.”

“Well it wasn’t. That’s the sort of crap I’d expect from Chris, maybe, but I really thought you were better than that.”

“If I’ve done anything to ever lead you to believe I’m better than that, Sammy, then let me be the first to apologize. Clearly I’ve given you the wrong impression.”

“Ha ha.” The snow crunched under their boots as they walked, the canopy of pine needles above them dampening the sound into something nostalgic and soft around the edges. Sam took it upon herself to swing their knotted hands a bit with each step. “If you hate the outdoors so much, wise guy, then I gotta say, you being the one to suggest a walk—”

He cleared his throat to interrupt her. “Fairly sure my exact phrasing was ‘stroll,’ actually.”

“Oh, well excuse me—suggesting a stroll—”

“Thank you.”

“—was a weird pick.”

“Yeah, well…” Using her momentum against her, Josh waited until Sam swung their arms back to make his move, dropping her hand in favor of sliding his arm around her waist. He pretended nothing had happened, still walking along the path with the same unaffected stride…but smiled all the same when he felt her lean against his side and—oho!—put her arm around him. “This will shock you, but underneath my dark, crusty exterior…”

“Not really helping with the mushroom imagery.”

“Excuse me, I was talking. As I was saying…” Josh’s smile only widened when Sam set her head on his shoulder, the fabric of her hair tickling his cheek. “I am an indoor pet, it’s true. But within my admittedly mushroom-adjacent body beats the heart of a compassionate man—”

“Oh please.”

“—some have even said magnanimous—”

“No one has ever said that to or about you. No one.”

“Plenty of people have called me magnanimous!”

“Josh,” she sighed, “The only friend of ours who has any idea what that word means is Ashley, and uh, I don’t think that’s exactly how she sees you.”

He pretended to roll his eyes, heaving a sigh of his own. The air around them clouded with the breath, adding to the (in his opinion at least) cozy atmosphere of it all. “Fine. Benevolent, then.”

Sam clucked her tongue but seemed to decide to let it go. A wise choice, honestly—he wasn’t really known for his ability to end a bit before he’d beaten it to death, so having her there to pull the plug usually worked out for the best. “Yeah. Okay. Sure, we’ll go with that one.”

“And as a benevolent man,” he continued, “I realize that maybe…possibly…perhaps…that if you’re willing to sit through schlocky horror movie after schlocky horror movie for me…I could probably stand to go outside and breathe fresh air every now and then for you.”

Their pace had slowed significantly when Sam had folded herself into his side, but then they stopped entirely; she looked up at him in feigned disbelief, her eyebrows high. “Wow. That is benevolent of you.”

He smirked, “Magnanimous, even.”

“Yeah, still wouldn’t go that far.”

“No? Even after all that, huh? I was sure that would net me some kinda brownie points…” He turned just a bit so they were almost face-to-face instead of side-to-side, reaching down to tuck a stray piece of hair out of Sam’s face and behind her ear, adjusting the flaps of her hat afterwards. “Also? Just saying? If we were to sit down and compare ideal date scenarios, I gotta tell you…this doesn’t really hold a candle to scary movie night.”

The look on her face told him in no uncertain terms that she had his number. It was hard to pull one over on Sam, he knew, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t constantly trying his luck. She watched him carefully as he delicately fixed her hair for her, her lips pursed to the side in thought. Then, for better or worse, he saw her reach some sort of decision.

“Oh no? You really think weird old movies tops a wa—stroll through the snow, do you?”

“In terms of overall flirtation opportunities? Absolutely.” He adopted a more serious expression even as he felt her posture begin to shift. “Just statistically here, the possibilities are endless…we’re talking fingers brushing when grabbing for popcorn, you burying your face in my shoulder every time—and I mean literally every single time, Sammy—there’s a sudden noise or someone jumps out…”

“I don’t do that every time.”

“Except you do, so…” His smirk only grew as he felt the familiar weight of her feet stepping up onto his toes—a tell if ever there was one. Snickering, he slid his hands to the curve of her waist, fingers creeping to hook into the open zippers of her pockets and pull her closer to him. Even with her little boost he had to tilt his head down to meet her lips, but that was just fine by him. Better than fine, really. He grinned into the kiss despite how unbelievably cold Sam’s lips were at first, mentally patting himself on the back for a victory well earned…until he felt an intriguing nip of teeth at his lower lip, surprising a hum of appreciation out of him.

Of course that was the moment Sam chose to pull away, leaving him to dip his head just a bit further down to try and catch her again. “My two cents? Winter wonderland kinda blows crappy movies out of the water every day of the week.” She gave the front of his shoulder two brief pats as if to say ‘good game, sport!,’ smirked, and stepped onto the path again, clearly very proud of herself.

“Okay, okay…” Josh lifted his hands in surrender, still grinning, himself. “I’m willing to put a couple points in the column for the great outdoors…”

“Mhm…”

“And—”

That time when the wind picked up, he was too distracted by the smile crinkling Sam’s eyes and the memory of her teeth against his lip to react in time. Like a scene straight out of a shitty infomercial, he watched as the gust blew his beanie off and into the air, sending it flying up and over the path…until it was caught by the spindly branches of a dead bush hanging over an outcropping of mountain above them.

For a long moment, neither of them said anything. They both just looked up the sheer face of rock and waited out the wind.

Sam, he noticed, still had her hat.

“…and there they go,” Josh finished once the wind died down. “Into the garbage can. Where they belong.” He gave her a flat, sardonic look. “Know where this wouldn’t have happened? On my couch. Inside.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Sam laughed, pulling at each of the fingers of her glove before sliding it off, making short work of the other right after.

“Uh, I think I’m pretty confident that no, that wouldn’t have happened indoors.”

She rolled her eyes (not without a heaping helping of affection, he thought), and pressed her gloves into his chest. “Here. Hold these.”

He took them but narrowed his eyes, more than a little perplexed. “Your hands are gonna freeze out here, but okay I guess?” When he glanced up from her gloves, he saw her leave the trail, approaching the mountain wall instead. “Uh…and what’s all this, then?” He’d meant to say it in the best Oliver Twist voice he could, but between the wind and Sam’s sudden bout of odd behavior, the cockney was (thankfully) caught up in a bottleneck somewhere in his frontal lobe.

“I’m getting your stupid hat so you’ll quit being such a bellyacher.”

“You’re…Sam.” He swallowed down the wave of vertigo the realization brought with it, hurrying over to her. “You couldn’t reach that if I put you on my shoulders, so I don’t see how you’re planning to—wait, holy fuck don’t do that!”

Sam, moving with an ease that was nothing short of mystifying, was already reaching well over his head. Her boots found faults and shelves in the rock invisible to him, her fingers reaching, grabbing, and pulling her weight up and up and up. “It’s fine,” she said, turning her head only enough for her voice to carry. “This is nothing compared to the one at the gym, trust me.”

Her confidence was, in a word, upsetting.

“Sam!” He jammed her gloves into his pockets as he watched her climb the rock cool as a cucumber, his own body suddenly thrumming with icy-hot anxiety. “Don’t—Jesus Christ! It’s just a goddamn hat!”

“It’s fine!” she laughed, and if there was ever any question as to whether or not she was absolutely out of her mind, the amusement in her voice answered with a resounding ‘SURE IS!’ Willingly dating him? Well that was one thing. But if she fell, if she slipped on a patch of ice or snow or if the wet rock crumbled under her weight…

Josh kept himself directly under her as though that would help in any way, hands hovering halfway up his body as he tried to figure out what to do. “Sam I swear to God, if you fucking fall—”

“I’m not going to fall! Look, I’m already…ha!” A moment later she’d pulled herself up onto the outcropping, disappearing for a moment before managing to skirt over to the bush and rescue his hat. “See?” she called down, making a show of sitting at the lip of the drop, letting her legs dangle. In her hand, she spun his beanie by its brim, twirling it around her finger before balling it up and throwing it down to him. “And you doubted me!”

He snatched the beanie out of the air, worrying it in his hands instead of putting it on right away. Her sitting on the edge like that had his heart in his fucking throat. If the wind picked up again…

“Okay, yeah, woohoo, you go, Giddings. Now, like, could you maybe look for a path to—” oh goddamn it. “Sam!”

Again, she’d already found the first foothold, carefully beginning her descent of the rock, and it had been bad enough when she’d been climbing up the damn thing, but now? Now she was going backwards! She was essentially blind! This was…oh this was not how he’d imagined the afternoon going.

The second she was close enough to grab, he did, his grip on her coat positively vise-like until her boots hit the ground…and even then he found he had some difficulty getting his fingers to unclench.

“Easy peasy,” Sam sniffed, acting maddeningly as though she hadn’t done anything more strenuous than bending over to pick his stupid hat up off the ground.

It took him a moment to convince his heart that she hadn’t actually fallen, crashing into a bloody, pulpy mess on the trail. After a couple exceedingly deep breaths, Josh jammed his beanie back on, fixing Sam with a pointed look the whole time. “That was,” he began slowly, realizing only then how badly his hands were shaking, “Very impressive, Samantha.”

“Thank you. Not really, though. I mean, I can usually—”

Instead of interrupting her the usual way, he grabbed her and hugged her close, hoping that pressing her head into his shoulder would be enough to shut her up for a second. “If you ever make me watch you do something that bafflingly dangerous again—” he felt an indignant vibration against his chest, suggesting she was trying to object, “—I swear on a stack of holy Bibles I will have to do something drastic. Volunteer you to help Jess and Emily work through their issues, maybe. Have you give Chris ‘the talk.’ I don’t know. I haven’t decided. But I will.”

She finally managed to wriggle out of his death grip, pulling away only enough to get a good look at him. Maybe she’d had something she’d been planning on saying, maybe she hadn’t, but he watched realization blossom in her eyes, closely followed by something that looked suspiciously like fondness. “Oh my God…you were actually freaked out!”

“Of course I was fucki—you just climbed a fucking mountain, woman! No harness! No rope! No comically large trampoline waiting below you! Jesus Christ…” He looked up into the sky, letting out another long breath before lowering his eyes…to find her still beaming up at him like that. “What? What?!”

“Nothing,” she smiled, “Just kinda cute that you were—”

“That I was what, Sam—worried my girlfriend was going to go the way of Humpty Dumpty? Do you have any idea how long it took me to find someone willing to put up with my particular brand of bullshit and still want to kiss me? A long fucking time!” Sam started laughing again, and he couldn’t help but join in, some small part of his tension flooding out of him with it. “This is why I’m an indoor pet. This right here. There aren’t any fucking cliffs indoors.”

As an apology, Sam popped up onto her tiptoes and smacked a loud kiss onto his cheek. There was no doubt in his mind that she’d left a bright red lipstick smear behind…but he wasn’t especially interested in wiping it away. “I won’t climb any more itty bitty rocks in front of you.” She held her hand out and wiggled her fingers until he remembered to return her gloves. She pulled them on and muttered under her breath, “Big baby.”

“Mature. Very mature.”

When she held her hand out again, he pretended to be disgusted, pulling his own away only for her to playfully grab at him until she managed to cup their palms together.

“Don’t pout! What are you, five?”

“I don’t pout.”

“You’re so pouting.”

He gave in, swinging their arms once before resuming their walk along the winding path, feeling his heart rate slowly but surely return to normal. “Fine, know what? I’m a big enough man to admit there might be a hint of a pout occurring.”

“You don’t say,” Sam joked. “How about this—will you feel better if I agree to watch one of your gross movies once we make it to the guest cabin?”

“Sam, you know there’s not tv in there. We’re lucky there’s a toilet. Besides, you think I hid a sleeve of DVDs somewhere on my person before we headed out?” After a moment he realized that did actually sound like something he might do…but as he opened his mouth to say as much, Sam spoke up.

“Oh man…” she said, sighing way too dramatically to be genuine. She shook her head, squeezing his hand once. Then, innocently as a sinner sweating in church, she added, “Guess we’ll have to find something else to do, then.”

“…shoot,” he agreed, going along with her innocent act as much as he could, given the smirk threatening to cut his head in two. “I mean…I guess we will.”

Yeah, all right…maybe being in the great outdoors wasn’t that bad, after all.

[until-dong]

Cursed - Secret Santa Gift

This is my Secret Santa gift for @moonwhy !! This is for the 2017 Until Dawn Secret Santa, and I chose to use their OTP Josh/Sam.

Title: Cursed

Teaser:

“Face it, man,” Chris said, as they sat in a colorfully decorated waiting room while Mike was being seen to. “It's a fact of life, like the sky is blue, or Mike’s a douche, except when saving dogs. You are cursed. Everyone you hang out with has broken some part of their body.”

"Not everybody."

(Of course, that person then breaks a bone in the middle of saying something important.)

Read the full story here!

@untildawn-secretsanta

[ambielea]

My Jossam (Josh x Sam) playlist - Until Dawn

I’ve fallen down the Josh x Sam rabbit hole once again and I am absolutely drowning in my feelings. Whilst crying over fanfiction and videos of this pair, I have compiled together a Spotify playlist of songs which I associate with them (ranging from pre-game before what happened to the twins, the events of the game and post-game.)

Until Dawn/Jossam crew - are you all still around and active, or am I a lone soldier?

Playlist is below if anyone is interested:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0uazPeYcnAZ9kVLA4bo7fz?si=e69a24bc86e24501

[itsloveit]

I found this and it's really good

Smut...

I really want some good Jossam smut… I’ve been in the mood for it for a while. Just some good PWP…

[rhaenyrage]

Welcome to my world! I’m Bella, and I write somethings

I’m 20 years old, my pronouns are they/them/she/her and part of so many fandoms that it’s impossible to list them all. While my profile features the “House of the Dragon” aesthetic, I’ll be writing about other topics as well. I speak Brazilian Portuguese as my first language and English as my second! I’ll always write in English, but you can find the Portuguese versions on my AO3 profile (and the English versions will be posted both there and here!).

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MY FAVORITE SHIPS:

- Jacelaena (Jacaerys Velaryon & Helaena Targaryen, hotd)

- Daemyra (Rhaenyra Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen, hotd)

- Beward (Edward & Bella, twilight)

- Jasbella (Jasper & Bella, twilight)

- Bellice (Bella & Alice, twilight)

- Harmione (Hermione & Harry, harry potter)

- jossam (Josh & Sam, until dawn)

and more...

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FEM!OC x CHARACTERS:

- (emma darcy) rhaenyra targaryen;

- anakin skywalker;

- jasper hale;

- michael schmidt/afton;

- harry potter;

- sandman;

- the joker;

- Paul Lahote;

- Josh Washington.

and much more.

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MAIN TRIGGER:

read this topic VERY carefully, all the triggers written here will be present in any of my stories!

mental abuse, physical abuse, non/dub con (not all, but the vast majority), self-harm, age gap, incest (only in hotd fanfictions 😭), manipulation, extreme brutality, violence, smut, somnophilia content, blood kink & religion kink etc...

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even with this list, don't forget to look at the triggers of the fanfiction you're reading to be sure! I am not responsible for anything as you have been WARNED.

FINAL WARNINGS!

This is a blog for 30+, with heavy content that might be triggering. Mostly, I write fem!oc x character, but there might be instances where I write about the couples mentioned above.

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You can also find me on:

- AO3: ragenyra

- TWITTER: ragenyra

[untildawn-secretsanta]

UDHGE 2019 RULES

Hey all, now that we've established that UDGE will be continuing for the forseeable future, we'd like to set some ground rules for this exchange! Sorry about the long wait on this, we’ve both been slammed with work and sorting out a move soon!

It is extremely important that you read this set of rules, as there are important updates since the last exchange!

First and foremost, the main reason there were issues last time was due to people flaking out. Please know that this exchange, and every one in the future, will include a ZERO TOLERANCE POLICY regarding this. In short, this means that if you don't do your part in the exchange (making and posting a gift) with no communication about why you haven't done your part, you will no longer be able to participate in ANY future gift exchange. We feel that it's really unfair to others that some people have tried to take advantage of the exchange to receive a gift but not have to do anything in return. This ruins the fun, as well as the entire point of the exchange. Of course, if you have an actual emergency come up, this doesn't apply, and we totally get if you need to back out of the exchange! Just let us know about your situation ASAP so we can figure something out for your recipient! 

The above policy also goes for people not liking/reblogging the gift they were given (barring an emergency related absence). The giving aspect is half of the fun, and that half gets taken away from people who receive no thanks for something that was personalized and took time to create.

Lack of communication was also an issue last time, so we ask that you please make an effort to respond in a timely manner if one of us contacts you! Of course, we realize that nobody lives online, but if there's more than a week of no communication, we'll put you into warning status until you respond. Nagging is never fun for anyone involved, so please please please don't make us have to nag you!

This time around, we're also going to try doing a check in halfway with everyone on their progress! Aim to have at least some work on your exchange gift done by this date, whether that includes planning, a rough draft, or even the completed gift. Anyone who hasn't started at least planning their gift without a valid excuse will fall into warning status until gifts are posted and they post something. If you have gifted for other exchanges properly, we will be more lenient about this, though. Some people really only need a short while to complete their gifts, so if we have a conversation about this, warning status can easily be avoided.

Now that the new stuff is out of the way, here's some of the basic guidelines for the exchange:

STANDARD RULES:

Please make sure that your Elfster name includes your tumblr URL. Make sure you create 6 wishlists, which should include your top TWO UD OTPs, your top TWO UD BROTPs, and your top TWO favorite UD characters. Feel free to add more and/or indicate which ones you prefer, if any in your lists. Having a bigger selection of characters ensures that everyone will be creating content that they are at least comfortable with.

Specifically for the Halloween exchange: everyone must create an additional list stating whether or not they are alright with gore/body horror being present in their gift, as 'tis the season. If yes, please also list any notable triggers or anything of the like that you are not comfortable with. If your recipient is not okay with gore, under no circumstances should you include it. Gore must be tagged with "#horror, #gore, and #body horror (when applicable), as well as any specific triggers in the gift. If you're not sure how to tag these things or what to tag, please send the gift/gift description to @chrisheartley or @joshuawashua. 

Please also make an effort to respect others' religious views when creating a gift. If unsure of a person's comfort level with something (e.g. satanic symbols), you can send an anonymous ask, or request that one of the moderators inquire for you.

Gifts must be one of the following: fanart, fanfiction, video/photo edits, a playlist, or a combination of the above (e.g. fanfiction to support a piece of fanart). On October 31, 2019, all gifts must be posted onto tumblr with the following hashtags: "#udge2019 #until dawn #until dawn gift exchange 2019" the tags must also include any characters or ships within the work (e.g. "#josh washington #sam giddings #jossam") and MUST be marked as NSFW if applicable.

Gifts are exchanged entirely online, which means that nothing should be purchased or mailed for the exchange. Artwork should be original and complete, meaning that you should avoid giving doodles/sketches as gifts. For fanfiction, try to reach a minimum of 2500 words (unless used in combination with another gift, such as artwork or a photo edit). Playlists must include at least 10 songs, as well as a cover image (either original or credited). Video edits should be a minimum of 2 minutes in length, and photo edits must include a minimum of four photos, which must all be credited to the best of your ability. If you feel you have an exception, please don't hesitate to contact either of us. Overall, gifts must be complete, well thought out, and should take a minimum of 1 hour to create (this does include time taken to find songs/photos/video clips for those who decide to work with those medium).

This time, we're keeping the NSFW gifts around. However, this requires you to provide an email to or coordinate other social media platforms with your gifter on the exchange date if they have any sort of NSFW image in their gift. Do not indicate that you are comfortable with NSFW gifts if you are uncomfortable sharing emails with another person. We'll post more detailed instructions on how to send NSFW image based gifts after the signup deadline has passed. If you are alright with receiving an NSFW gift, please create an additional wishlist on Elfster simply stating "NSFW friendly". (Note that although you may indicate a willingness to receive something NSFW, this does not guarantee you an NSFW gift). If your recipient has not indicated their willingness to receive an NSFW gift, your work must be 100% SFW (no sexual themes). YOU MUST BE 18+ TO LIST YOURSELF AS NSFW FRIENDLY IN ANY WAY. NO EXCEPTIONS. FAILURE TO ADHERE TO THIS RULE WILL RESULT IN AN IMMEDIATE BAN FROM FUTURE EVENTS.

This exchange does have a theme! It's Halloween specific, although you can feel free to broaden the theme to general fall activities if you don't celebrate or just don't want to do anything Halloween-y! 

Emergency Ghosts! They work the same as Emergency Elves, just a little spookier! As this exchange grows, there are inevitably people who for various reasons are unable to complete a gift. As an EG, you will be the first people we go to to take over to create an emergency mini-gift to make sure that nobody leaves this exchange empty handed. If this sounds like the position for you, DM @chrisheartley or @joshuawashua. (This position is intended for those who are unable to participate in any other way. If you’re able to create a full gift, please sign up for the full exchange. If you're available for both, that's awesome, please let us know!)

Participants are responsible for staying aware of the deadline. In the past, Med would DM each participant individually with reminders, however it was an incredibly time-consuming process. It is YOUR responsibility to check the blog for updates and ensure that your gift is complete by October 31, 2019. (Dates are not subject to change.) 

Any further questions should be directed to the moderators! Click here to be redirected to the signup page, and happy haunting!

[gamergirl929]

They ALL Live

Chapters: (1/?) Fandom: Until Dawn (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Deceptions Of Violence Relationships: Sam/Josh Washington, Ashley/Chris, Mike Munroe/Jessica, Emily/Matt Characters: Josh Washington, Sam (Until Dawn), Ashley (Until Dawn), Chris (Until Dawn), Jessica (Until Dawn), Mike Munroe, Emily (Until Dawn), Matt (Until Dawn), Wolfie (Until Dawn), The Stranger (Until Dawn), Dr. Alan Hill (Until Dawn), Hannah Washington, Beth Washington Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Gore, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, bits of fluff here and there, Fluff and Angst, Major Character Injury, Mental Health Issues, Hallucinations, Josh is Sad, everyone feels guilty, Wendigos, Spoilers Summary: We join our 8 protagonists on Blackwood Mountain, the sight of Hannah and Beth Washington's disappearance one year ago.A group of friends must band together to fight against the creatures that lurk on Blackwood Mountain and survive the night... Until dawn.A rewrite of Until Dawn's story, though in this universe Josh's prank never takes place.

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9275834/chapters/21021080

[clumsybookworm18]

This is absolutely stunning ♥️ The characterizations, the movie talk, and just freakin Josh. 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 I can’t believe I have been SLAYED with less than 5k words!

Unreliable Narrator

ENTITLED. Unreliable Narrator FANDOM. Until Dawn LENGTH. 4,900 SETTING. From about a year pre-game, to about a year afterwards. DISCLAIMER. I’m just a gross fan! Give me a break. NOTES. The number of times I wrote ‘Claire’ instead of ‘Sam’ basically proved that imprinting is real. SUMMARY. People become beautiful when you know you can hurt them. – Josh, Sam

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[mogitz]

Hi there! Sorry for bothering you, but I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed chapter one of your story "Monster in Me" from Until Dawn and wanted to look for the rest of the chapters, but I couldn't see it on your ao3 profile. Was it by any chance deleted? If so, do you perhaps have it available on some other platform? I'd love to read the rest, you really have a way with words. Sorry if i'm bothering you, I just thought wanted to ask. Also, please excuse my bad english. Thank you, have a lovely day :)

Hi my love!

So sorry for the delayed response, it’s been a crazy couple of weeks.

So like a year or so ago I had a manic episode and deleted most of my fanfiction 😊 idk what I was thinking. But I will repost Shiver and Monster in Me just for you! Stay tuned. ❤️

[therulerofallpotatos]

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Until Dawn (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sam Giddings/Josh Washington, Ashley Brown/Chris Hartley, Mike Munroe/Jessica Riley, Chris Hartley & Josh Washington, Mike Munroe & Josh Washington, Ashley Brown & Josh Washington, Matt Taylor & Josh Washington, Emily Davis & Josh Washington, Jessica Riley & Josh Washington, Ashley Brown & Emily Davis Characters: Sam Giddings, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown, Emily Davis (Until Dawn), Matt Taylor (Until Dawn), Mike Munroe, Jessica Riley (Until Dawn), Josh Washington Additional Tags: Post-Until Dawn (Video Game), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Wendigo Josh Washington, Josh - Freeform, Josh Washington Has Mental Health Issues, Blackwood Mountain (Until Dawn), Everyone Lives (Until Dawn), POV Multiple, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Character Development, Trauma, i don't know the tagging conventions super well yet in this fandom i'll update this as needed Series: Part 1 of Blackwood Mountain Summary:

A year has passed since they all made if off Blackwood Mountain alive. Well…not all of them. One by one, each survivor decides to go back to the mountain. They don’t tell anyone where they’re going, and they’re all looking for the one left behind.