#sam x mike

[not-alesha]

Now that the until dawn remaster is out, I need more Sam fics. Her and Josh. Her and Mike. With all their new and old scenes. And some actual Sam X Fem Oc. Because come on! Also so excited Hayden actually came back for it. Seems like she was one of the only ones to do so unless I'm missing more of it.

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Ever since the remaster/remake of Until Dawn came out I’ve been getting edits on my fyp so now I’m on the hunt for Mike x Sam edits because they’ve been my favourite ship since the og game

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

I'm not sure if there needs to be a Until Dawn movie. Instead, they could do a long-running TV show that lasts for 20 years and it takes place post-until dawn.

Sam and Mike are the only survivors (even Josh and Wolfy are dead) and they both vowed to spend the rest of their lives exploring and waging a 2-person war against any/every other horror there is, whether natural or supernatural.

It's kinda like Supernatural but the style is different and Mike and Sam are a battle couple that are endgame from beginning to end. It's also longer than supernatural. 20 seasons.

Supermassive Games' horror games (Dark Pictures, The Quarry, etc.) are all adapted into this show but it's not an anthology. The characters from these respective games could be introduced but Mike and Sam are there to help them as they hunt down the horrors preying on them.

[smgryufied]

⟢ Hero(e)s complex

pairing/s: Samantha Giddings/Michael Munroe, one sided Jess/Matt (mentioned)

warnings: ooc mike, smut in chapter 2 wip

words: 1265

chapters: 1 | 2

Sam and Michael greet each other at the desk while all their friends are in their respective hospital beds. Mike still struggles with a hero complex after the events, so he wants to make up for not being able to save Sam last night. There's always other nights.

Sam put her elbows on the counter and sucked her lips inwards as she waited for a nurse, or anyone at this point, to come and guide her to her own room.

After all, she's been nursing her own friends, it's only fair for her to be a little impatient, right?

She taps her feet, growing more and more impatient by the second. Mike, sitting on one of the four chairs near the counter, notices this and glances at her. His eyebrows go up in shock as he notices all the open wounds, burns, and bruises on Sam's side profile and the rest of her body. The adrenaline and trauma finally wore down a little bit, enough for him to notice this. He gets up to stand beside her.

He clicks his tongue, "Still no luck?". She shakes her head "Nope," as the tapping of her feet becomes faster. Her heart pounds faster and her mind races even more.

Wanting to help, Mike stares at one noticeably large burn on Sam's arm for a few seconds, "There's some bandages in Jess' room if you want to patch those up while the nurses are off to god knows what," he offers. Sam's movements stop as she glances at Mike, opening her mouth to say something, but she shakes the thought away and shakes her head a "no".

"You sure?" Mike persists. "Yeah, I wouldn't wanna disturb her beauty sleep," she remarks, "It's been one hell of a night". Mike gives her an annoyed expression, not to her though, but more to what she said about not wanting to disturb Jessica. "I don't mind," he says, "She broke up with me anyway," before walking away to head off to Jessica's room.

Sam sighs as he takes off. Even after everything that happened, he still is stubborn. Perfect definition of a himbo if he wasn't so smart in school.

Thinking about what Mike said about patching up, Sam looks at her hands and notices all the results of that night, only then does she feel the pain.

She starts to feel a breeze on her bicep and without looking, she tries to put her palm on the area but winces as soon as her finger comes in contact with the large open wound, making her look.

Mike, heading towards her, narrows his eyes at the wound and looks back at her, "Did you try to patch it up with your hand?" he says sarcastically. "I didn't know it was there," Sam answers. Mike gives her a confused expression, "You didn't know a large chunk of flesh was missing from your arm?" Mike asks while he rolls the small bandage around her arm. It'll have to do. The question made Sam shrug. "Adrenaline must've hit you hard, huh?" he jokes. "Haha, yeah, maybe I should've hit you hard with that shovel then," Sam remarks as they both laugh.

It reminded Mike of something, it reminded him of that night. He doesn't know how, but it managed to escape from his memory briefly, and he preferred it that way, but it also reminded him how Sam saved his ass from that wendigo, and the others too from burning that goddamn house down. He sighs in relief from the thought, "I don't think I ever thanked you properly for that," he trails off and starts thinking again. Sam looks up at him when she noticed that he stopped rolling the bandage.

"You don't have to, it's a favor, and besides, it's a life we're talking about here, your life, Mike," Sam attempts to reassure him, making him pause his train of thought. "Yeah.. you know it's just.. I never really got the chance to save you from a near-death experience," Mike goes on, "even in the end, you were the one who saved me from getting my head bit off by the wendigo in that cabin".

Sam furrows her eyebrows in a concerned look and Mike takes notice of this too. "Sorry," he says and starts wrapping the bandage again, "I developed some sort of um," he laughs at what he thinks is a ridiculous thought, "hero.. complex or something".

Sam holds Mike's hand that had the bandages in hand and finishes the job herself. "You don't have to save everyone, even though you did, with that light bulb action back in the cabin," she looks up at Mike as she says that. As she finishes covering the wound, she looks for a pair of scissors to cut the extra but Mike just rips it. It hurt, but Sam doesn't mind. She turns her back to the counter and Mike does the same. "You were a hero, Mike, stop downsizing yourself. We can both be heroes," Sam speaks up, "You don't have to save everyone in order to call yourself one".

They both smile at each other then Sam's eyes drift away to Jessica's door as it opens, revealing Matt getting out. Sam lifts one eyebrow, making Mike turn, but he looks back not long after. Matt, walking towards the bathroom behind the duo, makes a small wave aimed mainly towards Sam, while Mike just stares. Sam turns her head as her eyes still follow Matt until he's out of sight, then she looks at Mike again.

"So the break-up was." she says. He shrugs "Fuck if I know. They were stuck together after I left her in that elevator 'cause I thought she was fucking dead," Mike blurts out. Sam nods slowly. "I tried the best I could to save her, you know... I didn't leave her on purpose, but she doesn't know that, and now look at the knight in bloody shitty armor". The comment on the armor made Sam observe Mike. He wasn't wearing that denim jacket anymore, she wonders where he left it. Instead, he was left in this sleeveless white, also bloody, shirt that he was wearing underneath it, revealing how much time he spends in the gym. That's one thing he can commit to, maybe the only one.

The silence made Mike sigh in exasperation, the pain relievers he took could only deal with the physical pain after all. Other drugs could've solved the other kind though.

They stood like this for a while, to others, they're standing in silence, to them, it's so loud that they can't even hear the source of the noise, aka their mind, properly. They barely got any sleep except a short nap they took while waiting around for the past couple hours. The silence is far from awkward, but it made Sam courageous enough to speak. "It's not too late, you know". Mike looked at her expecting more words to come out but Sam just stood still, staring at the wall in front of them with her arms crossed. "Not too late for what?" he asks.

"To repay me," she says.

The way Sam looked at him made Mike instantly know what she was talking about. Mike would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it since that night. The tension they had together then was undeniable after all. Like a tandem. A couple of people who knew each other's mind like it was their own.

No need for spoken words if they can just know, they can just feel. Like what they're doing right now. No one spoke a word about it, but they just knew. It's like they were made for each other. No wonder all Mike's past relationships never lasted. It used to gross Sam out until that one night changed their fucking friendship.

[alexisstiel]

Sam and Michael's subtext isn't even subtext. It's just text atp.

[onscreenkisses]

BIRDMAN or (THE UNEXPECTED VIRTUE of IGNORANCE), dir. Alejandro González Iñárritu (2014)

requested by anon

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔄 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

Mike munroe x male reader

Summary: Trapped in the freezing sanatorium, Mike notices your body trembling from the cold and takes matters into his own hands-literally. His touch starts out innocent, a way to warm you up, but soon it turns into something far more heated.

Tags: Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Wolfie being a good boy. Mike and Jess are not together in this. Friends to lovers. Smut. Gay smut. Top Mike munroe. Bottom male reader. Anal sex.

Note: I played the original game years ago, and now that I'm playing the remake, my crush on Mike has come back. He's such a good character with amazing development. I never expected to like him this much. I'm near chapter 7 of the remake, and I'm honestly loving it.

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𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱

𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢'𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪

𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔍𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥 Part 2 of it

The cold of the sanatorium was oppressive. It seemed to leech the warmth from the very walls, seeping into your skin and bones, making every breath feel like you were inhaling shards of ice. As you and Mike rummaged through the mess of papers and debris in the dim, decaying room, the chill became impossible to ignore.

You had been at this for what felt like hours. Searching for anything, any clue, any scrap of information that could help you make sense of the nightmare you and your friends had stumbled into.

You wanted to focus. You needed to. But the cold was starting to weaken you. Your muscles ached from the effort of trying to stay warm, and despite your best attempts to keep it together, your hands were trembling as you shuffled through the scattered papers. The torn, thin jacket you'd found earlier did little to protect you, barely covering your torso, let alone insulating you from the freezing air.

Snowflakes continued to drift in from the broken windows, scattering across the dusty floor.

The place felt like a tomb. The smell of decay hung in the air, making every breath feel heavy, cold, and full of death.

Mike tried to stay focused, but even as his eyes scanned the scattered papers on the floor, his attention was pulled to you. You were over by the corner of the room, crouched low beside an old table, sifting through stacks of yellowed documents, your movements deliberate but slow. The jacket clung to you awkwardly, barely covering your arms and torso.

Even from across the room, he could hear your teeth chattering slightly, despite how hard you were trying to suppress it.

You always did that, pushing yourself even when it was clear you were struggling. Mike admired that about you, but it was also something that worried him. He knew you were trying to stay strong for him and the rest of the group, but the last thing Mike wanted was for you to get hurt or worse.

His thoughts raced, that protective instinct flaring up again. You didn't deserve this. You deserved to be somewhere warm, safe... with him.

He had been feeling that way for months now, ever since that night after he broke up with Emily. That night had changed everything for him. You were the one who stayed with him, sitting by his side, listening to him vent as he struggled to process the end of his long-term relationship.

You didn't just offer hollow platitudes; you gave him the kind of comfort and understanding he never knew he needed. He realized then, somewhere between the midnight conversation and the quiet moments of silence, that you were different. You weren't just his friend; you were the one person who made him feel like himself again.

After that night, he found himself constantly thinking about you. How easy it was to talk to you, how you made him laugh even when he felt like shit.

He'd find excuses to see you, call you up for help with college work, or invite you out for something casual. He always assumed you'd catch on quickly to his flirting, but you never did. Either he was terrible at flirting with a guy like you, or you were just completely oblivious.

Without a word, he began to unbutton his own jacket, which was far thicker and more insulated than the pathetic excuse you were wearing.

He held it out toward you.

"Here," he said simply. "Take it"

You shook your head immediately. "No. I'll be fine. You need it more than I do."

Mike narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. "You're freezing, man. You look like you're about to turn into an ice cube."

You tried to laugh it off, though it came out weak and unconvincing. "It's really not that bad. I can handle the cold. And it'd be selfish of me to take your jacket. There’s no way you're any warmer than I am."

With the simple tank top he was wearing underneath, now all dirty with mud and snow, it became even harder for you to stop staring at him. His muscular and strong arms drew your attention.

Mike sighed, holding the jacket out stubbornly towards you. "You're not fine. You're shaking like a leaf." He reached out, gently brushing his fingers over your arm, feeling the coldness of your skin even through the thin fabric of your jacket. "Just take it."

But you shook your head again, more firmly this time. "It wouldn't be fair," you murmured, looking down at the papers you were holding. "You need it just as much as I do. I can handle the cold. We've been through worse than this, right?"

Why couldn't you just let him take care of you for once?

"Come on," he tried again, his voice soft but insistent. "After everything we've been through tonight, hypothermia is the least of my worries. I'm not letting you freeze out here, not when I can do something about it."

You glanced up at him, your eyes softening for a moment, and for a second, Mike thought you might actually take the jacket. But then you shook your head again.

"I'll be fine, Mike."

Mike sighed heavily, his breath visible in the cold air as he ran a hand through his hair. "Damn it, you're stubborn.”

You gave him a small smile, trying to divert the conversation as you continued sorting through the papers. "I've been called worse."

Finally, with a deep sigh, Mike relented, shoving his jacket back on with a grumble.

Minutes passed in silence, the only sounds being the creak of old floorboards beneath your feet and the occasional rustle of paper. Wolfie, the wolf Mike had somehow managed to befriend, lay beside you, his fur brushing against your leg as he occasionally shifted.

Every so often, you'd reach down to scratch behind Wolfie's ears. His fur was soft under your fingertips.

You gripped the edges of the papers in your hand, hoping that somehow, just focusing on the task in front of you would make it better.

It didn't.

It was then that you noticed Mike shifting beside you and before you could react, his body was pressing up against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist in a firm but gentle hold. His warmth hit you immediately, and you couldn't stop the small gasp that escaped your lips at the sudden contrast.

"Mike?" you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you stiffened in surprise at the closeness.

"Relax," he murmured, his breath warm against the side of your neck. "If you won't take my jacket, I'll just have to warm you up myself." he whispered, his voice rough and low.

Your heart started to race, not just from the unexpected contact, but from the undeniable heat that surged through your body as Mike's lips brushed against the side of your neck. The sensation was electrifying, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold this time.

His lips moved slowly, deliberately, trailing soft kisses down the length of your neck, each one sending a wave of heat through your body. Your body was leaning into his touch, craving more of the warmth and comfort he was offering.

This wasn't the Mike you were used to. This was something far more intimate, more personal.

"Mike... I don't..." you began, but your words trailed off as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"You don't what?" he asked softly, his hand sliding up from your waist to rest on your chest, pulling you even closer against him. "You don't want this?"

Of course you wanted it. More than anything, really. You'd been harboring feelings for Mike for so long, feelings you'd kept hidden, thinking there was no way he'd ever see you as anything more than a friend, a study partner, a background presence in his life.

But now, with his body pressed against yours and his lips trailing fire down your neck, it was clear that Mike had been seeing you in a very different light for a while.

"I didn't think..." you started, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think you felt like this about me."

He hadn't planned on this happening, not exactly. But as he held you in his arms, feeling the heat of your body against his, he couldn't deny how good it felt, how right it felt to be this close to you. For years, he had pushed his feelings for you to the back of his mind, thinking it wasn't something you'd ever want. You were smart, focused, always so kind.

He pressed closer, his lips trailing lower along your collarbone, his fingers gently digging into your waist. The torn jacket you were wearing slid down slightly, giving him better access to your skin, and he took full advantage of it, kissing his way down your neck with slow, deliberate movements.

Mike's lips paused against your skin, and he pulled back, his expression soft but intense. "You really didn't notice, did you?" He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I've been trying to get you to see it for months. I thought you'd pick up on it, but... guess I'm not as smooth as I thought."

You blinked at him, your mind reeling. "You've... been trying to tell me?"

"Yeah," he admitted, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek. "I've been dropping hints since we stayed up all night after Emily and I broke up. You were there for me, man. And ever since then I just... I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"I didn't think you'd ever feel like that about me," you confessed, your voice shaky with disbelief.

Mike smiled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he pulled you a little closer. "I noticed the way you looked at me," he said quietly, his breath warm against your skin. "All those times you'd stare at me, thinking I didn't see. You were so fucking adorable, but it drove me crazy."

You blinked up at him, clearly shocked by the confession. Mike chuckled softly, his lips brushing over your jawline, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your waist. "You're not that good at hiding it, you know."

Before you could respond, Mike kissed you. His lips hungry, filled with all the emotions he hadn't been able to express before. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer.

You responded almost immediately, your lips parting under his, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer.

Mike deepened the kiss, his hands slipping beneath your jacket, his fingers tracing the outline of your hips, your waist, your chest. His tongue dipped past your lips.

After a long moment, Mike pulled back just enough to whisper, his voice low and rough, "You're okay with this, right?"

You didn't even hesitate this time. You nodded, breathless.

Mike's grin widened, and without another word, he kissed you again, even more deeply this time. His hands moved up your sides, tugging at the edges of your jacket as he pressed you against the wall.

You pulled him closer, your hands tangling in his hair as the heat between you both grew.

Mike's lips left yours, trailing down your jaw and back to your neck, his hands roaming your body as if he couldn't get enough of you. Your breath coming in shallow gasps as he kissed his way down to your collarbone, his grip on your waist tightening.

You wanted more, needed more, and judging by the way Mike was holding you with his erection pressing insistently against you, he felt the same.

He pulled back slightly, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced over at Wolfie, who had been lying quietly in the corner of the room.

He bent down, ruffling the fur of the wolf who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room. "Go on, buddy," Mike whispered. "Follow me for a second."

The wolf trotted after Mike as he stepped out of the room, leaving you alone for a few moments, heart still racing. You could hear him talking softly to Wolfie just outside the door, something about how you were "the guy" he'd told the wolf about before.

When Mike came back into the room, locking the door behind him, the intensity in his eyes made your pulse quicken even more.

Without wasting another second, Mike crossed the room in a few quick strides and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into a deep, hungry kiss. His lips were insistent, full of desire, and you couldn't help but melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back with just as much need.

Mike's hands roamed over your body, gripping your hips, pulling you closer. His tongue teased at your lips before slipping into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

He broke the kiss just long enough to mutter, "God, I've wanted you for so long."

Then, his lips were on yours again. His hands gripping you even tighter, pressing you against the nearest wall as his mouth trailed down your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there.

His hands were on you, pulling at your clothes, lowering them to expose just what was needed with an almost frantic urgency, before he gripped your ass, his fingers digging into the soft skin with a possessive intensity as he lifted you slightly, pressing his body against your.

"Relax," Mike whispered, his voice low and commanding as his fingers trailed down, teasingly brushing against your entrance. "Let me take care of you."

He teased you for a moment, his fingers gently exploring before he slowly pushed one inside, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice low and gravelly.

He moved his finger slowly at first, watching your face for every reaction, but as you relaxed into his touch, he added another finger, stretching you carefully.

Mike's other hand reached up to cup your face, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, more tender.

By the time Mike pulled his fingers out of you, you were trembling with anticipation, your body aching for him.

You heard the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants, and then you felt the tip of his hard cock rubbing against your thigh.

"Ready for me?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

You could barely nod, your entire body trembling with need. Mike lined himself up, his hands gripping your hips firmly, and then, with one slow, steady thrust, he pushed inside.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as he stretched you, filled you completely. He moved slowly at first, watching your face for any sign of discomfort, but all you could do was moan softly, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

"You're perfect," Mike groaned as he began to move, his hips moving with slow, deliberate motions. "You feel so fucking good."

Mike's hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up your chest, cupping your face as he kissed you hungrily. His cock filled you completely, each slow thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His hands moved lower, his fingers finding their way between your legs as he stroked you in time with his thrusts.

The more his pace picked up, the more his movements became rougher, more desperate. He kissed you again, biting at your lips, your neck, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he pulled you closer with each thrust.

"Fuck," Mike groaned, his voice low and husky. His soft grunts filling the cold room as he moved inside you.

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak as his thrusts became faster, harder. You could feel the heat spreading through your body, your muscles tensing as you teetered on the edge.

And then, with one final, deep thrust, Mike groaned loudly, his hands gripping you tightly as he came, his cock pulsing inside you. The sensation sent you over the edge as well, and you cried out as your own orgasm ripped through you, your voice muffled against his neck.

After a few moments of catching your breath and letting the weight of everything settle in, Mike pressed another soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away slightly, his hands lingering on your hips. You could see the satisfied smile tugging at his lips, that playful, cocky expression you had grown so used to over the years. He gave you a wink before straightening up, pulling his pants back up and adjusting himself as if nothing had happened.

You followed suit, your body still buzzing with the aftermath. There was something so surreal about it all. Being here, with Mike Munroe, of all people. You had known him for years, but you had never imagined things would end up like this.

Once you were both dressed and more or less presentable, Mike walked over to the door, unlocking it with a soft click.

"Ready to face Wolfie again? He might be a little upset that we kicked him out." He glanced back at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, before swinging the door open.

Outside, Wolfie was sprawled out across the floor, his furry body taking up most of the tight hallway. The wolf's ears twitched at the sound of the door opening, and he turned his head to glance at the two of you. His golden eyes scanned you two and then, with what could only be described as a huff, he plopped his head back down onto the floor, letting out a long sigh as if he had been deeply offended by the delay.

"Is he pouting?" you asked, incredulous.

Mike smirked, clearly amused by the wolf's behavior. "What? You jealous, buddy?" he teased as he crouched down beside Wolfie. The wolf, still looking somewhat begrudging, turned his head away, as if refusing to acknowledge Mike.

Mike reached out, scratching Wolfie behind the ears, his voice dropping into a low, playful tone. "Come on, don't be mad. I was just doing my part to keep him warm. You know how cold it is here."

You watched as Wolfie's resolve began to crumble under Mike's touch, his tail thumping softly against the floor as Mike scratched behind his ears. Mike chuckled, his cocky grin growing wider. "See? I warmed him up real good. All thanks to me."

Wolfie responded with a soft growl. He finally turned his head back toward Mike and he ruffled his fur, looking pleased with himself.

"Yeah, yeah," you said, rolling your eyes but unable to stop the smile from spreading across your face.

Mike stood up, shooting you a wink as he slung his arm around your shoulder. "Damn right, I did." He leaned in to press a soft, quick kiss to your lips.

Together, you and Mike walked down the hallway, Wolfie trotting along beside you. And as Mike gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, you couldn't help but feel grateful that, through all the chaos and terror of the night, you had found someone worth fighting for.

If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3.

[colmiillo]

I need an angst that leaves me destroyed and lying in bed for 5 days

[janitorhutcherson]

i love girl dinner

[not-alesha]

You know, I always see debates on who had the worst night or who was the most hurt in Until Dawn. Sam is usually at the bottom of the lost. But people don't account for what she's seen or what she now knows. She found out what Hannah (her best friend) did to her own twin. She probably blamed herself for not going after them. Lost Josh and blamed herself because she thought he was getting help. Was videoed in the bath and then shown the video and the video of josh 'dying' and then was chased around in nothing but a towel and then drugged. Woke up not knowing if the psycho even did anything to her to her, then tied her up, and she was probably too scared to even bathe again after that. Had to face Hannah right next to her, trying to kill her, knowing some part of Hannah might have known it was her. Then, having to inadvertently kill her. In most playthroughs, she loses some of her friends. And then, in the remaster, she has nightmares, meds, what looks like a curse and everything else. (Maybe lead to another game), but Sam was the person who had one of the worst nights. It doesn't just lead down to physical. Think about all the mental things she's gonna have going on with her after that with what's happened and what she knows. Her and Mike were the only two who knew about Hannah. Sure, Jess was the most hurt, but she was out for the most the night. She knew nothing. Sam knew everything. And was violated by Josh. Also, from Hayden's interview, that group bullied her. Criticised her for what she believed in and how she was. Yet she still risked her life for them all. She was a better person than they all were.

[enemyofinnocence]

Send help...

Writing a semi-spicy DaringDuo chapter for The Mortal Dawn while also having Covid as a disabled girly with a shit autoimmune system is nearly impossible...

[willows-writings]

Of Butterflies and Consequences: An Until Dawn Interactive Fanfiction:

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Hello!!! Welcome to this fic!

This fic will be Josh x Reader

Ever read a choose your own adventure book? Or played one of Markiplier's games? This is just like that!

Just like the game there will be different stories and endings you can get

There will be a total of 10 chapters (11 if you include the prologue) and I will be doing my best to align them with the chapters in the game

When I drop an update I will be dropping an entire chapter at once so you can play a whole chapter seamlessly!

Speaking of updates you will have to bear with me and the time between updates because I will have to plan out entire chapters with multiple different storylines all at once

If you happen to be stalking me and see a new post right as it is posted but can't find the rest of the chapter or the links aren't working please give me a few minutes because I will have to link everything together after it is posted

Since the original game also has different stories you can follow based on the choices others make I will be choosing some of the options for others.

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How to Play

The prologue and chapter one will only have one beginning Most other chapters will have more than one beginning though that will depend on your choices and how you ended the last chapter If you can't remember or find the beginning you are supposed to start on I will be linking them all below as each chapter is posted If your problem is being unable to remember which beginning you need to start on then the best option would to be to go through the route you played real fast and once you reach the last post there will be a link to the next chapter once it is posted (lmk if that doesn't make sense) Other than that every post with a choice will end with two links that will take you the choice you made. Please let me know if a link takes you to the wrong post. Every post will be titled the same as the choice you just chose. (see the prologue as an example once it is posted)

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Masterlist

Prologue

Chapter #1

Chapter #2 - Beginning #1 - Beginning #2

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And that's it so far! Today is 10/20/24 and I will likely be posting the prologue sometime this week! If you have any questions regarding the plot or anything else feel free to send them in! If you have any suggestions for the plot please send those too! Just know I have some of this planned out already so I may not take your suggestion but I appreciate it anyway!! Any likes, reblogs, comments, fanart, whatever you want is greatly appreciated!!

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Post-Until Dawn

Mike: Were you in love with him?

Sam: I guess I'll never really know. I just know that I've felt...closer to Josh...since the night of the prank. If that makes any sense. I still can't wrap my head around why he'd go after me like that. I don't know what it was, it just tore at my heart. Have you ever felt that way?

Mike: ...

Sam: Forget I asked that. Of course, you have. Once again, I'm sorry you had to lose Jessica the way you did. I'm sorry you and I had to be the only ones to survive the Blackwood Pines Massacre at all.

Mike: The what now?

Sam: (Shrugs) That's what they're calling what happened over at Blackwood Pines apparently.

Mike: Of course they are. (Sigh) Well, If there was any type of conciliation to come from that night, Chris and Ash were able to express their feelings and died getting together.

Sam: It shouldn't have to take a life-or-death situation for them to get on with it. They also shouldn't have to die right after just getting together. But I guess that's better than keeping those feelings inside all the way to the grave. It also helps me personally that I'm not alone in such experiences. We've been through the exact same things and you're still here.

Mike: Yeah. The feeling's mutual.

They hugged and cuddled and Mike gave a long kiss on Sam's cheek.

[megwritesriddles]

Last updated: 15th of November 2024 (fics running into November)

Various fandoms. All entries contain smut 18+ MDNI.

I put together my prompt list myself and shuffled the dates around, but it's loosely based on the prompt list by @dreamlandcreations , so thank u ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

Find it on ao3!

☠︎︎ | indicates dark potentially triggering themes (all warnings included in tags on posts)

✔ | indicates completed prompt

✘ | indicates not yet completed

Day 1 - Angry Sex

Tom Riddle | ✔

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Day 2 - Mirror Sex

Michael Langdon | ✔

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Day 3 - Threesome

Sam & Sebastian from Stardew Valley | ✔

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Day 4 - Stalking

Severus Snape | ✔ ☠︎︎

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Day 5 - Spanking

Tom Riddle | ✔ ☠︎︎

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Day 6 - Wet Dream

Mike Schmidt | ✔

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Day 7 - Queening / Facesitting

Spencer Reid | ✔

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Day 8 - Pet Play

Josh Futturman | ✔

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Day 9 - Masturbation & Voyeurism

Tate Langdon | ✔ ☠︎︎

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Day 10 - High Sex

Mike Schmidt | ✔ ☠︎︎

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Day 11 - Teasing / Degrading

Neville Longbottom | ✔

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Day 12 - Overstimulation

Mike Schmidt | ✔

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Day 13 - Accidental Stimulation

Sebastian from Stardew Valley | ✔

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Day 14 - Praise Kink & Bondage

Severus Snape | ✔

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Day 15 - Blackmail

Tom Riddle | ✔

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Day 16 - Shower Sex

Draco Malfoy | ✔

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Day 17 - Sexting / Phone Sex

Mike Schmidt | ✔

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Day 18 - First Time

Spencer Reid | ✔

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Day 19 - Public Sex

Sebastian from Stardew Valley | ✔

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Day 20 - Premature Ejaculation

Mike Schmidt | ✔

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Day 21 - Somnophilia

Tom Riddle | ✔ ☠︎︎

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Day 22 - Stockholm Syndrome

Draco Malfoy | ✘ ☠︎︎

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Day 23 - Love Potion / Pollen

Neville Longbottom | ✘ ☠︎︎

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Day 24 - Gangbang / Group Sex

Tom Riddle | ✘ ☠︎︎

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Day 25 - Non-Consensual

Severus Snape | ✘ ☠︎︎

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Depending how much time and energy I have left after day 25, I may do some bonus fics (part twos, shorter blurbs, headcanons etc.) so feel free to request some here ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[autumn-applepie]

Well hello there Kinito community <3

Guess. Guess who finished his Kinito cast designs :)

I'm totally normal about them /silly

A glimpse of lore but it's actually a scene I talked about before when I posted that 10 pics of 3am yapping session from my notes app

Still gotta figure out Sam(i.e. Sonny actually)'s "hair"??? idk how you call that but like, you get the point it's quite the silly scrimblo I lob heem just gotta get used to drawing him more eueue

BONUS‼️

Featuring @goldenstrwbrry 's Sentient Kinito because silly 🫶

Epiphany club except one toasted his user alive and the other is just a silly gay boy /JOKING