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princesssmars · 9 months

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warm me up, baby

a sam x mike x fem!reader thought

plot : while staying at the washington lodge, you and your lovers struggle not to show too much public affection. all that goes out the window with a little game of truth or dare.

wc : 1577

contains : sam x reader x mike poly. fluff and nsfw. fxf and mxf sex described. penetrative sex. oral sex. reader wears a dress. mike and sam get jealous.

a/n : this is to make up for me stalling on the until dawn reader insert please forgive me.

ok, so maybe you had a habit for getting ahead of yourself. but this time it wasn't your fault.

before you started dating two of your best friends, sam giddings and mike munroe, you were crushing on them for a while. like, eighth grade a while. but in your eyes it was impossible not to like them. despite looking like the stereotypical jocks on the soccer and football teams, they were incredibly charming and always made sure to treat you like the most precious thing in the world.

most of the time it nearly made you burst at the seams, until josh let you know that most of the group saw you as one of the babies like his sisters. you probably cried into your pillow for three hours that night.

so for the next few years you kept your feelings to yourself. you watched as both of them dated other people (you didnt talk to emily for a week when she started dating mike, but you let it go when they broke up after two months), and eventually they started going out with each other. you were happy for them.

kind of.

but annoyingly luckily for you, everything changed at the end of your junior year. most of your friends at this point were seniors, and jessica had courteously invited you as her friend date to their senior prom. at first you said no because sam and mike would be there.

but then you realized that sam and mike would be there.

you may have spent a bunch of your parents money on the most beautiful dress you could find, but the looks on their faces when you walked into the prom hall were priceless.

you had expected the faces, and also the first little compliments they and the rest of your friends gave you. but what you weren't expecting was for both of them to ask you to a dance, individually taking you by the hands before dragging you on to the dance floor and giving you that weird look where you think the person is into you but you don't want to jump to conclusions because you might just be conceited.

after that night things...changed.

despite graduating that june the pair were always coming to your house. they chalked it up to "wanting to spend time with you before college," but that didn't explain sam sitting with you on your bed as you listen to a playlist she made you, her head in the crook of your neck making the hairs on your neck stand. or mike taking you out for ice cream on him, walking down the street with you so closely you can feel him bumping into your shoulder before he slowly turns and wipes away a drop a drop of ice cream that slid down your lips...

they are...so infuriating. but three could play at that game.

emily would be having a pool party at her house, and it was the perfect oppurtunity for you to not only look good but also potentially find out once and for all what the help was sam and mikes problem. you showed up and hanged out with ashley and jess for a while, your new f/c shawl covering your body.

when chris splashes you with some water and urges you to get in the pool already, you drop the shawl to the ground and step gracefully into the pool, smiling at chris' dumb little wolf whistle.

for the next few hours your mind strays from the duo and you start enjoying the moment with your friends. this might be one of the last big group hangouts before you all go up to josh's parents cabin in the mountains, something you always enjoyed.

after you had enough of the pool you headed upstairs to a guest room to dry off and change your clothes before dinner. as soon as you undid your bikini top, you heard the door open and shut in a millisecond and after turning around so quickly you thought you would pull something, and sam and mike stand in front of you like they want to ravage you.

which they were going to.

as horny as they were, they took a minute to make sure you were ok with everything that was going to happen. what they didn't expect was for you, as soon as they got a confirmation, to jump their bones and start messily removing your clothes before moving on to theirs. before coming up here they mutually decided they would tease and try to go easy on you, but you were just so pretty and so eager and you were palming at sam's boobs and mike's pants.

and that's how you ended up with your legs on mike's shoulders as he pounded into your cunt while sam sat on your face, rocking her hips back and forth like she was at a rodeo.

for those first few weeks, the sneaking around was hot. whenever your group of friends would hang out, they would act a normal amount of nice to you while giving you hidden touches and caresses before meeting up with you when everyone was gone and fucking each others brains out.

but then it started getting stale, not being able to be affectionate in public. you knew you were getting tired of it, but for now you would avoid bringing it up as your lovers seemed comfortable with the way things were going.

you were...very wrong.

it was early february and time for the yearly stay at the washington family lodge. you were fully packed and excited as you were every year, ready for a week of skiing, partying, and hanging with your friends all day.

the first day was spent srttling in, making sure the house was up in running order after months of bring unused.

(part of this was checking the boiler was working, which you despised doing because chris and josh would always try to scare you and most of the time fail.)

but things got weird on the second day.

every year without fail jess suggested never have i ever, mostly because she thought it was hilarious when everyone groaned at the middle school suggestion.

at first the game is simple. josh dares jess to do a handstand for two rounds, sam dares matt to arm wrestle with chris. hell, jess admits that she has a slight crush on matt.

and you only giggled at that because duh, of course you knew that, but then jess turns it back around on you and dares you to name who's the hottest person in the room, the cliché bitch.

now, you had two options.

1. say either of the two people half of the group had already known you’d been enamored with for a large portion of your life.

2. be a little shit and day someone else because it’s fun.

and i mean, what was the point of this trip if you didnt have a little fun?

you decided to be more jokey about it and say chris, going along with him hyping himself up as the "peak of the male form" by fake fawning over him.

emily asked you later about that "crush you had just a few years ago," and you brushed it off. its in the past.

if it didn't surprise you so much you'd almost be worried at the way mike took more sips of his beer before roughly slamming it on the floor next to him, or sam letting out a little huff and brooding for the rest of the game.

later that night, after taking a nice long bath and changing into a comfy but cute pajama set, you flopped your body on to your guest bed and brought your phone to your face to scroll through social media until you fell asleep, before the telltale dm of a "you up?" let you know that wasn't how the night was going to go.

not even five minutes later there was a knock at your door and not even five seconds after that you feel sam harshly bring her lips to yours as her hands grip your waist, backing you up into the room as mike closes the door.

its fast and rough, the way they strip you of your clothes and push you on to the bed as they bite and nip at your skin. before you can even blink sam is pushing up your shirt and palming at your breasts, pinching your nipples and taking them into her mouth.

you're about to ask where the hell the aggression came from when a gasp leaves your mouth followed by a long moan as mike pulls down your shorts and mouths at your cunt through your underwear.

you don't have any more questions when they both start sucking on different parts of your skin, leaving hickeys which they normally don't as to keep your secret. you wouldn't mind being marked up this time.

after a long and very pleasurable few hours, you laid between them with a blissful look on your face as they gently ran their hands over your skin.

after a long silence, mike suggests that maybe its time to tell your friends about the three of you.

as much as it warms your heart, it also just starts making you giggle. after the noises the three of you were making, you were sure they already knew.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #sam giddings #sam giddings x reader #samantha giddings #mike munroe #mike munroe x reader #sam x reader x mike #mike x reader x sam #sam giddings smut #mike munroe smut

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sweetrinaxd · 1 month

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Butterfly effect

#artists on tumblr #fanart #artwork #my art #digital illustration #until dawn #sam giddings #samantha giddings

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fr3sh-tragedies · 4 months

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Apologize

[Until Dawn] Samantha Giddings x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.04k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: An argument, but nothing really specific

[A/N]: This one's really short compared to the others, but it's because that's what my intention was. I didn't want to stress out over this one, so I gave myself a really low goal of 2k words. It was fun to write this. Hope you'll enjoy. Not sure who I'll write for next. At the moment, I only have six more characters I want to write for.

Enjoy!

It was extremely hard for Sam to get angry at someone, let alone get into an actual argument. She tended to be the level-headed one in her friend group, never one to willingly indulge in drama. Very rarely did she raise her voice in a non-joking manner, so when she did, the people around her she was close to got very uncomfortable. Not necessarily because she was threatening, but because it was so unlike her. Fortunately, her girlfriend was the same way. The two of them hardly ever got into an argument that wasn’t playful.

So when one broke out one night, both of them grew uncomfortable. They got defensive, with Sam trying to steer the conversation in another direction, and [Y/N] trying to just agree to disagree. Neither one of them really remembered how the argument started, but they both knew it wasn’t going anywhere.

Another thing that was uncommon for the two women was for them to say something hateful toward anyone, even if they felt threatened. During the entirety of their relationship, which was running strong for over three years, no one in their shared friend group had ever witnessed them fight with each other. Out of all of them, she and [Y/N] were usually the ones who stayed calm and tried to compromise and keep the peace. And when anyone needed to talk something through with a trusted friend, she and [Y/N] were the go-tos.

Somewhere in the middle of the argument, one of them had slightly raised their voice, which in turn prompted the other to do the same. This continued until they were almost yelling at each other, something they had never done to one another. It was causing a great deal of stress on them both. They couldn’t seem to find a way to fix whatever had begun the whole ordeal.

As they grew louder, Sam shouted something of ill-intent toward [Y/N] in the heat of the moment, wanting to just be done with the argument. In response, [Y/N] threw back a similarly hateful retort, claiming she wished they had never started dating. She didn’t mean to say it–neither of them meant to say any of it–it all just spilled out before they could stop it.

Sam froze at her words, grimacing as she fought back the tears pricking her eyes. She sniffled and took a breath to prevent her voice from breaking.

“If that’s how you feel, then…”

She paused, trying to calm herself down and think things through. After a moment, she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

“I’ll give you some space. We both need to calm down before we even try to talk this through.”

[Y/N] huffed. Usually, she’d agree without hesitation. Because of her hurt feelings, however, she was hesitant to do so. Instead, she turned on her heel and stormed into the kitchen, then the pantry. There, she grabbed her car keys and left through the front door, passing Sam on her way out. She slammed the door behind her, and she instantly regretted doing so, but she couldn’t take it back. Not once in her relationship with Sam had an argument gotten this bad. The two of them had never said dating was a mistake, nor had they thrown nasty comments at each other out of frustration.

Sam didn’t know how to deal with the situation quite yet, and neither did [Y/N]. Silently, [Y/N] agreed with Sam about giving each other space before working things out.

She hopped into her car and switched the engine on, pulling out of the driveway and speeding down the road. Once she came to a red light, she popped a CD in and cranked the music up, wanting to drown out her hateful thoughts.

As she drove off to who knows where, Sam remained in the living room of their shared home. She plopped herself back down onto the sofa cushions and sighed, burying her face in her hands as she replayed the entire conversation over and over again in her mind. Each time she recalled the words she spoke, or rather hollered, she flinched, wanting nothing more than to take them back.

There was no excuse for what she said. She didn’t even really remember why things had gotten so aggressive.

As she sat there, counting the hours while she waited for [Y/N] to come home, her guilt began to grow even further. She promised herself she’d sit down and talk things out once they were together again.

Whenever that may be.

She should’ve stopped [Y/N] from leaving.

She should’ve asked her to sit down with her, or at least stay home.

She should’ve kept her cool and ended the argument before it began.

And all the while, as her guilt ate away at her conscience, [Y/N] was battling with her own mind nearly halfway across town.

How could she have said something so cruel? Sam didn’t deserve that at all. She had no right to be that crude towards her. She had been trying to change the subject, but [Y/N], for some reason she couldn’t figure out, refused to give in. Instead, she wanted to just “agree to disagree,” even though she knew that wouldn’t have ended very well. She and Sam were both very stubborn about their personal beliefs, meaning they’d struggle with that concept.

She knew that, and yet she continued to press on the matter.

She knew that, and yet she still blurted out that the relationship was a mistake.

She knew that, and yet she still stormed out of the house like a child.

With a heavy sigh of defeat, [Y/N] turned the car around and started her journey back to the house. One way or another, she’d find a way to work things out with Sam, even if it took all night.

By the time she made it back, it was well past midnight. Had she not known Sam well enough, she’d assume the blonde would be tucked away under the covers in their shared bed, sound asleep. However, she had known her all her life. She knew her thoughts, tendencies, insecurities, everything. And Sam was the same–they knew each other inside and out, which is what usually prevented these things from happening.

It was no surprise to [Y/N] when she unlocked the door and pushed it open to reveal Sam still sitting there on the couch. She glanced up from her spot on the cushions, a look of pure relief washing over her features. The blonde stood, stepping over to stand in front of [Y/N] once the door was shut and locked behind her. “Thank god you’re okay,” Sam whispered, lifting her hands to cup the smaller girl’s face and press their foreheads together. [Y/N] made no move to lean away from her touch, but rather leaned into her hands.

Her eyes shut softly when her head made contact with Sam’s, a small sigh of solace slipping past her lips. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m sorry I worried you.” The blonde smiled and hummed, letting her hands slide down [Y/N]’s arms to gently take hold of her hands. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re okay, and that’s all that matters.”

They stayed there for a moment, standing together under the dim light above the entryway to the den. Finally, Sam led her over to the couch and sat her down, joining her immediately after.

“I’m just gonna get right to the point. I’m really sorry I said what I did. I had no right to talk about you like that. I’m sorry, I really am,” Sam started, squeezing her hands in her own.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry too,” [Y/N] replied just as quietly. “The fact I said our relationship was a mistake was disgusting. I didn’t mean a word of what I said, I swear. I just…I was hurt, and panicking, and I just wanted to say something to defend myself in the moment. I shouldn’t have said that though.”

Sam grinned, her thumb caressing the back of [Y/N]’s hand soothingly before bringing it up to press a kiss to her knuckles. “I forgive you,” she mumbled against her skin. “Could we both promise not to do that again though? I think that’s the most stress I’ve ever felt in our entire relationship.” [Y/N] chuckled at her words, bringing another genuine smile to her lips. “Yeah, I’d love to make that promise. Nearly cried my whole way home because I felt so bad about what happened.”

With a featherlike touch, Sam pulled [Y/N] into a hug, tucking her face against the crook of her neck and relaxing at the familiar scent of the girl’s shampoo and perfume. Her eyes fluttered shut, a silent sigh slipping through her lips, still perked up in a smile.

“I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” came [Y/N]’s reply.

A moment passed, one far more comfortable than the situation from a few hours prior, and the two held onto each other as they swayed side to side. Finally, much to her embarrassment, a low rumble sounded from [Y/N]’s stomach, drawing both of their attention away. Sam leaned back and laughed gently. “Should we order something?” She questioned, already reaching for her phone laying face down on the coffee table.

[Y/N] nodded, laughing along with her. “Yeah. I was too worried during the entire drive to worry about eating, so…I guess it’s better late than never, right?” Sam smirked and nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. I’m in the same boat anyway. What sounds good? Not sure what’s open, but I’m sure we can find something good.”

[Y/N] beamed up at her, already feeling the previously thick tension dissolving at a rapid pace.

Sam picked up her phone after [Y/N] mentioned a few possible choices, clicking onto Google and scrolling through the open restaurants to find something that would satisfy both of their appetites. Eventually, they settled on something fairly cheap nearby, ordering said meal and setting everything up while they waited.

While [Y/N] stayed downstairs to pick something to watch on the TV, as well as gathering nearby blankets, Sam headed upstairs to their spare closet and picked out a few of the fluffiest pillows and blankets she could find. She trailed back downstairs, and the two of them bundled up together underneath their small fort of comfort. They were able to watch a decent amount of what [Y/N] had chosen to play on the screen before their order arrived.

Reluctantly, Sam left the comfort of all of the plush covers and pillows, already missing the warmth of [Y/N] by the time she made it to the door to pay the driver and take the order. Once everything was settled with the deliverer, Sam sauntered back over to the couch. She handed [Y/N] her order, including her drink, then managed to wriggle her way back into her previous spot before diving into her own dish.

As the two downed their food and rinsed it down with their drinks, they leaned further and further against each other. By the time they finished their meal and put the plastic containers and cutlery aside, [Y/N] was resting on top of Sam, both of them still buried underneath layers of their collection of blankets. Her head ended up planting itself atop the blonde’s chest, allowing her to listen to her heartbeat with ease.

Soft, delicate fingers raked their way through [Y/N]’s locks before a small kiss was pressed to her head. She glanced up curiously, only to find Sam beaming back down at her with a look of pure admiration. Her smile was returned just as warmly.

A moment or so passed before [Y/N] turned her head back to face the screen again. Her eyes began to flutter shut as Sam continued to stroke her hair. She fought to keep herself awake, but finally gave in when Sam mumbled a soft, “I love you,” and pressed another kiss to her head, lulling her deeper into slumber with ease.

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anrimii · 2 months

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More and more Until Dawn!!! Some sketchbook doodles I may clean up digitally 🤔

#my art #until dawn #fan art #hannah washington #beth washington #emily davis #sam giddings #jess riley #jessica riley #samantha giddings #sketch #sketchbook #i literally love these guys so much

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stuckinthedeadlights · 1 month

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Sam Giddings Icons

free to use, credit appreciated but not necessary. if you have a request or want to be tagged for any of my edits send me an ask. don’t repost, reblogs appreciated. all of my edits can be found here

Screencaps from here

#until dawn #Sam giddings #samantha giddings #sam until dawn #icons #dana's edits

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thatoneudguy · 3 months

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I actually cannot believe that I just saw someone on TikTok blaming SAM for the prank on Hannah. Literally saying she 'did nothing to stop it'. Like. How stupid can one be.

#Ofc it was Tiktok tho #of all the dumb ud opinions this is the stupidest thing ive ever seen #until dawn #samantha giddings #hannah washington

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imahyperfixatedbitch · 9 months

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I finally drew all the until dawn characters as Next contestants!

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crimescrimson · 4 months

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"Understand The Palm Of My Hand, Bitch."

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zqmbiescorpse · 1 year

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MASTERLIST ☁︎

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note: everything i write is wlw, mostly video game characters and yellowjackets, all works are posted to ao3! i'm constantly getting ideas, but when i actually write these things is a whole different matter...

TRUTH OR DARE..

kaitlyn ka x female reader, the quarry, no werewolves, 2.8k words, oneshot

GLADIATOR

johanna mason x female reader, the hunger games, longer series, slowburn, ongoing, 7.5k total words so far

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4,

CLIMBING OUT OF HELL

rachel king x female reader, house of ashes, work in progress :(

AFTER THE STORM

samantha giddings x female reader, until dawn, work in progress :(

DESIDERIUM: AN INTENSE LONGING

laura kearney x female reader, the quarry, work in progress :(

THE MORNING AFTER THE LAST

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, oneshot, best friends to lovers, lottie gets possessed, 5.6k words

LOCKER ROOM

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

POSSESSED / POSSESSIVE

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

CLEANING YOUR BLOODY WOUNDS

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, oneshot, s2 ep7 spoilers, looking after lottie, 1.3k words

A HITCH-HIKER'S GUIDE TO LOVE

older lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, based on a submission, work in progress :(

THE NUMBER FIVE

lottie matthews x female reader, yellowjackets, work in progress :(

requests are open <3 (i think?)

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illusioninfnty · 5 months

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Outlast: Chapter Seven (Sam Giddings x Reader)

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2K

3:02

You only had a few moments of quiet to yourself before Mike went and disrupted it.

He was never good with silence in a room, always having to be the one to break it. You should’ve known he’d open his mouth before you even had a chance to clear your own thoughts.

“So, we’re still not going to address the giant elephant in the room?” he asks you, peering around your shoulder and looking up at you.

You stare straight ahead, avoiding his eyes as to not give him any tell to what you’re feeling at the moment. You were still frustrated with his persistence in knowing the truth. But it was too dangerous for him to know, and you still stood by that decision. You were confident in your ability to handle this on your own. There was no need to put your friends in any more unnecessary danger than they were already in.

“I’m not, but you can do whatever the hell you want, I guess.” You brush him off and push on past him, careful to not make your footsteps too loud while traveling through the tunnels. Anything could be lurking in the shadows, and it was better to be safe than sorry.

You hear him sigh from behind you. “Dude, come on. You’re hiding all this big shit from me and you expect me to not be curious? Yeah fucking right.”

He bumps your shoulder and you shake your head in warning. “It’s really complicated, alright? And besides, it would probably be better to talk about this when everyone is here. I don’t want to be repeating myself.”

It was an excuse, but a damn good one that you came up with on the spot. You weren’t planning on telling any of them, especially Mike. You didn’t want him to get an even bigger hero complex than he already has. It would only lead him into more danger.

“So you’re telling me that you already know—”

You cut him off. “Look, let’s just focus on finding the others right now, okay? We can get back to this later.”

Mike eyes you warily, as if he already knows you’re lying to him. “I won’t drop this, you know.” “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“Do you really—”

“Yes, Mike, I will answer all of the burning questions you have for me, eventually.”

He barely had time to reply before you two made it to a familiar place—the lodge. But you weren’t at the normal entrance. Instead it looked as though you had come from a back way, and were heading right towards the basement.

“Someone may be in there. Be careful not to spook them,” you warned Mike.

“I’m not stupid, Tex.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes. But the way he lightened up his footsteps ever so slightly had you smirking in victory.

When the two of you made it to the tiny grate that was the basement window, Mike stepped in front of you. He slowed down, then came to a stop, causing you to peek out from behind to check what made him pause.

And then you hear your name being called out by a voice you knew all too well. Sam.

3:10

Hearing Sam’s voice was like breathing in a breath of fresh air that you didn’t know that you needed until that very moment.

“Sam!” You push Mike out of your way, hearing a slight hey! from him. But you ignore his complaints, instead immediately running towards your girlfriend who is bound to a chair, wearing nothing but a towel.

Your jaw clenches as you grasp onto the bars of the window, trying to pull them loose but to no avail.

“Who did this to you?”

Sam looks disoriented, rapidly blinking as she takes in her surroundings. “I-I’m not entirely sure. I was in the bath and then there was this man chasing me and—”

“Okay, okay just,” Mike begins to calm her down, holding his hand out to shush her. “Just relax. We’ll get you out of there and then we can regroup and figure out what the hell is going on.”

You were never a patient person, and you sure as hell weren’t going to wait for Mike to come up with a solution when you had an easier one on hand.

Whipping out the machete, you search for an entrance, finding one around the corner and you take your weapon to the wooden door.

“Woah, Tex! You’re going to alert someone!” The banging of your machete drowns out Mike’s exclamations. You’re laser-focused on getting Sam out of the basement.

“Oh fuck off! We don’t have any better ideas!”

The door finally splinters away enough where you can bust through it. You shoulder your way in and are finally able to see Sam.

You didn’t realize how long it had actually been since you last saw your girlfriend. She looked utterly exhausted, deep bags having formed under her eyes and her skin looking paler than usual. She’s practically slumped in the chair she’s tied to, and there’s a nasty bruise forming on her temple.

You rush over to her and swiftly cut her free, scooping her up in your arms tightly. Your arms quiver, a combination of the cold and the relief of seeing her alive and safe.

“Oh my god, you don’t know how glad I am to see you alone in a creepy basement.”

Sam laughs at your comment and grabs your forearms to steady herself as you pull back, leaning up to kiss you.

You press yourself into her, missing the feeling of her touch against you. Her lips are cold and chapped, but you couldn’t care less about that. Sam’s body melts into your hold, and you run your hands through your fingers as you deepen the kiss, a soft moan leaving your girlfriend’s lips as you do so.

A superficial cough breaks you out of your kiss.

You swivel your head towards Mike, giving him your middle finger for the interruption. His eyes shift everywhere but to your own, and he rocks on the balls of his feet awkwardly.

“Fuck off, man,” you growl out, “I’ve been worrying about her since I fucking left. Give me a break.”

Sam sighs, patting your chest gently. “It’s fine, babe. I need to get dressed anyway.”

You grab her backpack for her and usher her over to an isolated corner of the room to give her some semblance of privacy.

You turn back and see that Mike hasn’t moved from his position. You send him the iciest glare you can muster.

“Do you mind?”

He jumps a bit. “Oh. Right. My bad.” And then he finally turns around.

You tut and roll your eyes. “Fucking men,” you grumble under your breath.

Sam only takes a quick minute to change into her clothes, donning a red zip-up hoodie and some light gray athletic leggings.

You let out a teasing low whistle when she bends down to close her bag, admiring your girlfriend’s beautiful assets.

The tinge of red that you see covering the tips of her ears has you laughing as she finishes tying her shoes, and you give her another kiss as the three of you regroup and figure out what the fuck has been going on.

“So, what happened?” Sam speaks first. “Where the hell have you guys been?”

You share a glance with Mike. You both hesitate to answer.

“Did you see any others?” Sam continues. “The house was empty when he attacked me. I couldn’t find Chris or Ashley. Did you see them on your way here?”

You and Mike exchange a look. Sam was stuck in the lodge this whole entire time. She knew absolutely nothing about what had conspired.

Sam rolls her eyes. “C’mon guys. Spill.”

You didn’t want Mike to have to spend any more time than he had to thinking about his girlfriend’s death, so you spoke up instead.

“Jess…” You grab onto Sam’s hand, rubbing your thumb across the back of it. “Jess didn’t make it. She was attacked.” You can hear the hitch in her breath and the way she subtly squeezes your hand tighter. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike beats you to it, now pacing back and forth.

“He killed her, Sam. There's some maniac on the mountain who is trying to kill us. All of us. And I swear to God, when everyone is safe and accounted for I am gonna hunt that fucker down and rip his nuts off one at a goddamn time.”

Sam’s eyes widen. “Whoa.”

You don’t want him to get even more riled up, so you interrupt his tirade.

“We couldn’t reach her in time...” You trail off as you see the way Sam’s reaction changes ever so slightly with the news.

“What?” You grab onto her shoulders. You knew that look on her face, the way her eyebrows furrow and she bit her lip that was quivering ever-so-slightly. It meant that something bad had happened. Real bad. “What is it, Sam?” You ask her, concerned.

She looks up at you and guilt shines in her eyes. “Babe,” she begins, “Something else happened.”

“Are you hurt anywhere?” You start inspecting her, looking for any more injuries she may be hiding from you.

“What’s going on?” Mike asks hurriedly, seeing the way your body tenses up from Sam’s reaction.

“No, no—” She gently pushes you away, grabbing your hands and making eye contact with you. “It’s not me. Baby, it’s-it’s Josh. There was this video, and…” she teeters off, biting her lip, her eyes now downcast. “He’s dead.”

You freeze.

Josh? One of your childhood best friends? The guy you were just joking around with only a couple hours ago?

You try to maintain your composure as you take in the news. Sam’s hand acts like your anchor, and you're happy she never let go of it.

Your mind drifts back to her words. There was a video. Which meant she had to watch him die. The thought fills you with rage. She didn’t deserve to see something so traumatizing as her friend’s death.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you say to her gently, pulling her head closer to you and stroking her hair. “How did all of this happen? You said there was a man?”

Her head lowers, no doubt sorting through all of the memories in her head. “I got out of the bath, and I couldn't find Chris, Ashley, or Josh. There was this man, he had on a weird mask. I ran into the theater room, and on the screen,” her voice quivers and your heart clenches in your chest. “The video. Josh was chained up, and there was this giant saw,” she takes a deep breath. “The man was chasing me around the house. I tried to hide, but he knocked me out. I was only awake for a bit before you guys found me.”

You hide your shudder of disgust. Not even a quick death. You instead nod, focusing in on Sam and listening to her every word intently. “And you’re sure you’re alright?” you ask her gently.

She kisses the crevice between your shoulder and neck. “I’m alright. I’ve had some time to process it.” She takes a few more seconds to bask in your hold and then she stands up, rubbing her hands together. “We need a plan for what the hell we’re going to do now.”

“Right,” Mike sighs out.

Suddenly, you hear faint screams in the room next to you. All three of you swivel your heads to the noise.

“Is that…” he starts.

“Please!” A voice screams out. There’s no doubt that the voice belongs to Ashley.

“Fuck,” you grumble, and you rush over to unlock the door where it’s coming from. You can hear Sam and Mike’s footsteps as they come up behind you.

You won’t let another friend die tonight.

Character Traits:

Honest: 4/10 ↓

Charitable: 9/10

Funny: 4/10

Brave: 10/10

Romantic: 7/10 ↑