could you tell us more head cannons about mike/Jess/Emily
alright let’s try my hand at this and give you guys some new content:
who do you think started the poly relationship? i’m pretty sure none of you are gonna guess correctly. did you think it was jess? or mike? or emily?
surprise, it was emily.
now here’s how it went down. mike liked both of them. jess liked both of them, but she was raised to think she had to “choose a team” (she only realized later that she was raised believing wrong). so when mike broke up with emily, he went after jess, and jess– well. she liked emily and mike, she really did, but mike was hot, right? and emily acted like she hated it, but she actually did tell jess “if you really like him, ugh, fine, i guess?” so.
jess went with mike.
and that was all well and good, right? jess was happy. mike was happy. emily was– well, emily was emily. emily acted like she was angry, but she was happy for them. but she was also jealous. she wanted– mike, or jess, or both of them? no. she wanted just jess. and you know what? why couldn’t she want jess? jess liked her too, emily was sure of it. what was so wrong with having your cake and eating it too? you could have three slices of cake, eat two of them and still have the third. that metaphor was stupid, but it worked.
they’d gone through hell by this point. it was the hiatus between season two and three, and they’d gotten a really fucked up location for the end of two. em had thought to herself, “so i like them jess, so what? she likes me. i know she does. what’s so wrong with that? what’s so wrong with that if mike consents?”
she just had to talk to mike.
which was exactly what she did. she cornered him during their off time back home, invited him out to coffee and then decided fuck it and brought it up on their drive home. “I like jess,” she told him. “figured,” he replied. he didn’t even flinch or look away from the street as he drove. “she likes both of us.” “figured that out too,” he said. so far, so good. “what if we– what if we both dated her?” emily posed. mike pulled over into the cul-de-sac emily lived in and parked the car before he replied.
he looked like he was actually thinking about it. he frowned and looked off into the distance, ran his hand through his hair, ruffled it up. he looked stupid like that. he’d always looked stupid like that. why had emily ever dated him? she liked girls way better. actually, she was pretty sure she only liked girls. it was a slow realization for her. she still hadn’t fully grasped it at this point.
“i mean,” mike said and looked over at her, met her eyes. “i’d be lying if i didn’t say i was down with it. you’d date– what, just her?” “yeah,” emily said. mike shrugged. “jess is dating me and you. sure. i don’t care.” he leered. emily knew he was gonna do it, so it didn’t even make her bat an eye. “everyone digs jess. good tastes. don’t blame you.”
emily snorted. “we should talk to her.” “she probably won’t get this is okay to want,” mike agreed. “when do you wanna talk to her?” he asked when emily made no move to reply. “soon. we shouldn’t let it keep being stupid like this.” “you mean her pining over you, and thinking i don’t notice?” emily flashed him a sharp smile. “of course she’s pining over me,” she replied. “good tastes.”
she got out of the car to the echoing sound of mike laughing.
they didn’t wait long. a week, maybe. emily did some research, read a few sites that had good information. she talked to mike about it in a new text message chain from their regular group one with jess, got his input. he agreed to most of it, and they agreed they would talk to jess before figuring anything else out. they sat her down and put everything in front of her.
“i like you,” emily said. jess paled and looked at mike, then back at emily. emily waved at mike and said, “he knows. i talked to him about it, because i didn’t want to say anything and freak him out.”
“oh,” jess replied. she still looked a little freaked out.
“there’s this thing,” emily said and pushed the papers toward her. printed off a couple things for her to read. “polyamory. people do it.” jess looked between them one last time before she finally started to look over the papers emily had brought. “i like you. mike likes you. you like both of us. it’s a thing. it’s a thing that can happen as long as everyone is fine with it.”
“i’m fine with it,” mike uttered just to be sure his girlfriend understood.
“you– you are?” jess looked at him and there was worry written clear on her face. mike nodded. “you’re fine with emily liking me?” “and you liking emily,” mike agreed. jess looked between them. “you already talked about this?”
“didn’t want to make it weird,” emily admitted. “figured mike would be willing to forget it if he didn’t like the idea.”
“i like the idea,” mike assured. “love it. best idea. wow, can’t believe i didn’t think of it.”
“shut the fuck up, you perv.” emily didn’t even look at him. her eyes were only for jess. “you don’t have to answer right now. you can go home. think about it. read up on stuff. i know you’re like me in that regard.”
jess swallowed. emily could track the movement as her throat moved. “okay,” she agreed. that was enough. it would be enough for almost a month. jess told her i’m still thinking whenever she poked her a little just to make sure the idea was still there, floating around.
finally, she sat them both down again the night before the third season shooting would start. “okay,” she said. “i want to try. if you’re both okay with that?” they both nodded. they were more then okay with it. mike had started praying that jess would be okay with it. “she’s just better when she has us both,” he admitted. emily had been blown away. she hadn’t known mike could be thoughtful. that was fucking weird.
“so i’m dating… both of you?” “yeah,” mike said. emily nodded. “but you’re not dating each other?” jess wondered. emily and mike both shook their heads. “that ship has sailed,” mike told jess. “and gotten torpedoed,” emily agreed. “wow,” mike said. “fuck off,” emily quipped.
jess laughed. “okay,” she said and her smile lit up her face, reached her eyes, made her glow. “okay,” they both said, and were a little dumbfounded looking at the blonde’s face.
wow, emily thought. we’re fucked. they were so screwed. they were so in love.
Fandom: Until Dawn
Pairing: Climbing Class
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,216
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Chris woke to the sound of screaming.
He bolted up in bed and promptly fell out of it, his legs too tangled in the sheets to get out easily. His shoulder slammed into the ground and made him groan in pain, because holy shit. That fucking hurt. It was-- what time was it? He looked around and realized the screaming had stopped, blinking owlishly as he realized this wasn’t his bedroom.
Another noise started up from outside of the bedroom he was in, an eerie sort of music, which alerted him that it was a movie that he was hearing. He recognized the soundtrack. It was one of Josh’s favorites.
Wait.
Chris glanced around the room. This wasn’t Chris’ room, that was true, but it was Josh’s. Chris would be able to recognize it from anywhere. They’d spent practically years in this place, having sleepovers and two person parties, shotgunning beers and splaying on the bed together.
Okay, so he was in Josh’s room. That wasn’t so weird. He must have drifted off last night and never headed home. Not unheard of. Chris shoved himself into a half seated position on Josh’s messy floor-- he really needed to talk to him about cleaning this place up, like damn-- and realized he was shirtless.
That... wasn’t normal.
Chris shifted a little and paused, twinged a little when his body ached. He stopped and looked off into the distance, stared unseeing at one of Josh’s old horror movie posters hung up around the place. What had happened last night? Chris couldn’t remember too well, but that was probably because his mind was still half fogged over with sleep.
He’d come over because Josh had sent him some texts inviting him. They’d drank a little, but not enough for Chris not to remember-- okay, he remembered. He was remembering. Holy shit.
Josh had kissed him, and then had done some more than that. Pinned him up against the wall outside of his bedroom and made out with his best friend. They’d been sloppy and all over each other, hands wrestling at each other’s clothes and mouths panting hot and eager against the other’s lips.
That-- wow, alright, that was a lot to take in bright and early at--
Chris glanced around wildly and noticed his cell phone not too far away, somehow pushed a little under Josh’s bed. He flailed for it and turned it over, pressed the button to wake it up. It was only six thirty in the fucking morning. What the hell was Josh doing up?
The blond pushed himself to his feet and dragged the sheet-- which he’d taken down with him-- along for the ride. He was wearing boxers, but Chris figured anything would help make him feel better when he confronted Josh. They-- they definitely had to talk about this. This wasn’t something they could just ignore and sweep under a rug.
Chris trailed outside of Josh’s room and down the hall, toward where he could hear the sound of a chainsaw and more screaming. He paused in the entry to the family den, looked at Josh’s face lit up by the blueish glow of the television. He was staring at it vacantly, his mind a million miles away. He’d probably turned it on for background noise while he thought.
Was he thinking about them? Josh tended to like to have other things going on while he did his heavy thinking. It helped settle him, he’d explained once. Helped to bring him back to reality later if he had something to latch onto and follow through the odd corridors of his brain.
A quick glance at the TV told Chris the movie was almost over anyway. “This is a good wake up movie,” Chris commented. Josh didn’t even flinch or jump. He blinked slowly to bring himself back to present and then his eyes slanted over to connect with Chris’.
“Nothing like some horrible acting for the early riser,” he joked. His lips tilted up at the edge, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. They stayed troubled and guarded. Chris shuffled into the room and collapsed on the couch next to his best friend, pulling the sheet tighter around him. Chris leaned over and knocked his shoulders affectionately against Josh. Josh paused a moment before he gave in, gently leaned back against the blond.
“You alright?” Chris asked, because he had to, had to check in to see how Josh was doing.
“Great,” Josh replied instantly. “Amazing. Got to see fake guts fall outta a chick like candy from a pinata. What better could I ask for?”
“Maybe waking up in bed with me?” Chris guessed. Josh shot him a look, but when Chris turned to return it Josh had already looked away. “Since, you know, we made out last night, dude.”
Josh shrugged with one shoulder, a gesture he had perfected over the years in hopes that it showed a put upon casualness to hide what he was really thinking. Chris wasn’t going to let him dodge this. He twisted until he was facing Josh and leaned over, stared at his face until Josh finally forced himself to meet the gaze.
“So?” Josh asked when it was clear Chris wasn’t going to let it go.
“Seems like a thing we should talk about,” Chris pointed out.
“Doesn’t have to be a big deal,” Josh mumbled.
“What if I want it to be a big deal?” Chris asked. Josh paused and slowly-- slowly, so slowly, like he was scared sudden movements would frighten Chris off-- turned to look at him again. His eyes were still guarded, but not as cautious now, not as closed off. “A good big deal, I mean.”
Josh licked his lips. His tongue rolled over them to wet them before he asked, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Chris replied, a little breathless, his heart somersaulting in his chest.
“Gonna be that easy?”
“You know me,” Chris joked. “I’m always easy.”
Josh seemed to think that over. “Nah,” he replied. “I think the joke is I’m easy and you’re more of the play hard to get guy.” His eyes glittered with amusement and his smile actually reached his eyes again.
“Wait,” Chris said and held his hand up. The sheet fell away from around his chest and Josh’s eyes leaped to the sliver of skin that revealed, like he hadn’t seen enough of Chris shirtless in all those damn gym classes over the years. “Wait, is this an actual thing? Do you and the others talk about this shit?”
Josh barked a laugh. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teased and this time the guarded look completely fell away. He smirked and leaned back, adopting a casually teasing look. “That’s for me to know, and you to--”
Chris threw the sheet away and swung his leg over Josh, clambered into his lap and delighted in the stunned, kind of turned on look Josh had in response to that. “Tell me,” Chris said, “or else.”
Josh licked his lips again, eyes darting to Chris’ before they connected with his eyes again. “Make me,” he breathed.
so what was the team's first paranormal experience in this au?
Fandom: Until DawnPart 1 of Until Dawn Paranormal Investigations AURating: PG-13Words: 2,376Notes: This got away from me. Oops. Please enjoy how they “officially” started this “hobby”, which then became their jobs awhile later down the line.
So this is how it goes down:
Literally everyone knows that Chris is a huge nerd. It’s not a secret at all. He loves reading about the weirdest shit on his phone. They’ll all be hanging out together, and he’ll just be tinkering away on his phone, furiously typing shit out and reading and just being a blatant nerd.
So one day Chris looks up and announces, “Did you know that abandoned Rancho Los Amigos Hospital is haunted?”
Everyone ground to a halt. Sam had been attempting to beat Beth in Mario Kart. They’d all been having a huge competition, and everyone else had been disqualified. It was down between just them now, but everyone stopped what they were doing– Sam and Beth paused the game, set down the controllers, everyone else stopped watching and cheering– to look at Chris.
“Uhm, yeah,” Ashley replied first, because no one else seemed to be of the mind to answer. “I’ve heard about that!”
Josh already has that glint in his eyes, the one he gets when he latches onto something and is fascinated by it. “What about it?” he asks his best friend. He leans forward, slides right up next to him and tilts his head to read over Chris’ shoulder.
“Well, I was just–” Chris trails off, looks at his phone again, glances at Josh and then back at everyone else who’s still looking at him. “I don’t know, I’d been thinking it’d be interesting to, uh, go explore it? Or something.”
“Isn’t it guarded?” Matt asks from his perch on the recliner in a corner of the room. He looks interested enough. Actually, everyone at least looks like they’re not bored at the thought.
“Sure, but–” Chris pushes a few links in his phone and confirms what he knew he read earlier. “Yeah, there are people who say it’s really easy to sneak in and explore. We just have to dodge around some of the guards, you know, and then we’re golden.”
“Huh,” Jess said. She looked off into the distance and furrowed her brows. “Well,” she announced and clapped her hands together– loud, loud enough to make everyone jump a little– and grinned. “Let’s do it!”
“Right now?” Hannah looked a bit nervous as she glanced at everyone and then at Chris. “Like, right this instant?”
“Why not?” Emily asked. She got to her feet and flicked her hair over her shoulder, started toward the door. “Might as well. Unless you’re all pussies.” She glanced over her shoulder and cocked a brow.
Jess jumped to her feet and bounced on the balls of her feet, excitement clear in her expression. “Yes!” She pumped her feet in the air and raced after Emily. “Let’s do this, Em! We’re gonna kick ghost butt!” The blonde tucked her arm through Emily’s and steered her toward the exit of the den they’d all been chilling in.
“We’re gonna need a camera,” Josh muttered to himself as he got up. He pushed himself away from Chris and hurried out of the room, muttering other things he needed as he went. Chris watched him go with a small smile. Well, he hadn’t actually thought so many people would pipe up in agreement, but– this would be fun!
“Come on!” Sam yelled and grabbed his arm, hauled him to his feet and patted him on the shoulder. “This was your idea, genius! Let’s do this!”
Ashley gave him a tiny smile and folded her arms across her chest. “Hopefully it’s not too scary…”
“We can stay out in the cars,” Hannah assured her as she practically glued herself to the smaller girl’s side. Ashley smiled up at her and nodded.
“Good idea,” she agreed. “I don’t think I’d do very well with ghosts and ghoulies.”
“No ghouls,” Chris assured her as they headed towards the front door. “Just ghosts. Apparitions, some people say, so we don’t have to worry about weird monsters chasing us.”
“Thank goodness for small miracles,” Hannah muttered.
“Sam!” Beth said and slung her arm around the blonde’s shoulders. “I bet you I’ll find a ghost before you do.”
“Yeah, right!” Sam laughed. “You’re on!”
It took twenty minutes to gather everyone together again and figure out how they were going to do this. Josh had gone and gotten his nicer camera to record things, and Hannah had volunteered to use her phone– which had better quality than everyone else’s– to also record. Mike had taken his mom’s minivan to Josh’s place, so that meant everyone could pile into it so they’d only have to take one car.
“Damn,” Matt breathed as they pulled up. The place was huge. Sam was the smart one and had went to grab some flashlights. “We better freaking be careful, guys, we could get lost out here.”
“Good idea,” Ashley agreed. She sounded even more nervous now. Chris patted her on the shoulder and smiled.
“Why don’t you stay out here with Hannah?” Chris suggested.
“I’ll stay with you,” Matt volunteered. “You know, so you both don’t have to worry about not having a guy around.”
“We wouldn’t,” Hannah told him, but there was no malice behind it. “But thanks. Safety in numbers.”
Everyone else headed off. There were some security guards, but it was easy enough to evade them. Josh– who’d been kind of down the last week, having wrapped up his last video project– seemed to be completely in his element. He pushed people around and told them where to stand, hushed people when he thought he heard something, and commanded who would carry the flashlights and who would take the lead.
Mike, of course, was one of the leaders, along with Sam. Sam held a flashlight while Mike held an audio recorder. Chris had no idea where Josh had found it, but he’d procured it before they left and shoved it into his pocket for the car ride. “So we just, like, talk to some ghosts and record to see if they respond?” Emily asked as she tagged along behind Chris, with Jess glued to his side.
“Pretty much,” Chris replied. “I’ve seen some Ghost Hunters and shit. That’s pretty much what they do? They just kind of… ask questions and stuff. Ghost Adventures is the one where they’re kind of aggressive and try to fight the ghosts.”
Jess snickered. “Fight them?”
“Yeah!” Chris enthused. He loved watching the episodes, to be honest, and he never missed one. “They, like, say things on purpose in hopes of inciting anger from the paranormal.”
“Shhh!” Beth hissed. They’d finally reached the mental ward they’d all agreed they’d sneak into. It was pitch black inside and Chris felt his first tendril of fear. You could barely see a few inches in front of your face once you stepped inside. Thankfully Chris also had a flashlight, so he used that to swipe the light around the room, check out all the deep corners.
“Is anyone here?” Jess asked. She’d gone to stand next to Mike, who held the recorder aloft. Everyone remained hushed as they strained their ears to listen. Chris thought he heard something, off in another room down a hallway. He turned toward it and blasted it with the flashlight, but nothing caught his eye.
“This would be better if we had some better equipment,” Josh muttered to himself. “I’ll have to look into some better, heavy duty cameras.”
Beth shot him a look. “You will, huh?”
Josh flashed her a grin. “Totally. This could be a neat thing to do on the weekends or something!”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “It would be pretty cool. This is all really thrilling.”
Sam bumped her shoulder against Beth’s. “I’d be down! Let’s do this more often. Go hunting all the paranormal sites around town.”
“Hey!” Jess hissed. “Hush! I think I heard something!”
Mike raised the EVP higher up in the air and glanced around. They started to head toward the hallway, where Chris had heard that noise earlier. Or… where he’d thought he heard it. Mike looked like he’d heard something too. Chris held his breath and strained his ears harder in hopes of picking something up.
“Is someone here?” Sam asked. She spoke clearly and made sure to stick next to Mike as they walked down the hall. “Any former patients still present?”
There was definitely a sound from that room Chris had noticed down the hall earlier! It sounded like something had fallen over. “What’s that?” Emily whispered through clenched teeth.
Another sound came, louder than the first. Chris jumped almost a foot into the air. Josh swung around to make sure to get his reactions on camera. “You alright, Cochise?” he asked, his voice amused. “This was your idea, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Chris grumbled. He stared with wide eyes into the room they’d finally reached and glanced around wildly. Nothing looked out of place… no, wait– “Look!” He said and pointed. One of the old chairs next to a desk had fallen over. There was a mark in the dust that showed it had moved an inch or two from its original spot too.
“Shit,” Emily said. Chris glanced at her to find her eyes were just as wide as his. “Holy shit!”
“That totally happened,” Jess murmured excitedly. “Oh my God, there are ghosts here!”
There came another noise, this time from out in the hallway. Jess made a half shriek, half startled whimper and jumped away from the entryway. Mike raced into the hall with Josh hot on his heels. Beth– with Hannah’s phone recording– followed along at a more sedate pace so she could watch the rest of them filter out.
“Dude,” Mike said just as the others caught up. “Dude.”
Josh looked a little blown away too. His mouth had dropped open and he was staring off down the hall, eyes huge in his suddenly pale face. “Fuck,” he said eloquently.
“You saw that too, right?”
“Saw what?” Chris asked. He went to stand next to Josh and placed his hand on his shoulder.
“There was a ghost,” Josh wheezed. He turned his eyes on Chris and grinned, suddenly super excited. “Dude, there was a ghost, right there, down the hallway, just standing there! It was– fuck, did I get it on tape!?” Josh fumbled with the camera and turned it around in his hands.
“Don’t look yet!” Beth said and smacked his hands lightly. “We gotta keep recording–”
“Let’s go for now,” Emily announced. She didn’t seem as excited as she had been in the beginning. “I… yeah, I think I’ve gotten my fill for tonight.”
“Y-yeah…” Jess agreed. “Let’s get back to the others.”
They all went back the way they’d come, Chris holding open the door at the end so everyone could file out. He looked one last time inside of the building and thought– for a moment, just one moment– that he saw someone disappear around a corner into another room. He blinked a few times and then shook his head to clear his thoughts. He rushed after the others, who hadn’t stopped to make sure he’d continued to follow.
“Did anything happen?” Matt asked as soon as they got back to the van.
“We did!” Jess replied. Apparently she’d taken the time walking back to get excited all over again. “Josh might have even gotten one on camera!”
“No one’s ever gonna believe me,” Josh muttered. They clambered into the van and Mike started it up. They pulled away and, thankfully, had never been caught by any security once. Chris felt like that was a pretty good start to their paranormal activities, if this was going to be a weekly thing now.
“They’ll believe you if you got it on tape!” Ashley told him. She leaned over to watch as he rewound through the footage. They watched it together, heads bent, and the tinny sounds of the audio echoed around the car. “Oh my God!” Ashley cried out toward the end of it. “I–”
“You saw that, right!?” Josh asked. Chris leaned forward to peer over his shoulder. The older Washington sibling rewound to watch that moment again. Josh and Mike had been right. There had definitely been someone there, though it’d only appeared for maybe two seconds and had been semi-transparent. You could barely see it if you hadn’t known it would show up around that time. It was pretty much there and then gone in the blink of an eye.
“Fuck,” Chris muttered. When he’d suggested they do this, he figured it would just be an adrenaline high or something. They’d never actually find something. Now he was starting to believe all those videos people had caught on tape of other ghostly encounters. Maybe they weren’t just effects and CGI…
“Let’s do it again!” Jess cheered from her seat.
Emily groaned. “This is gonna become a thing, isn’t it?”
“I thought you were one of the first ones who wanted to go,” Matt pointed out.
“Yeah! One time! I didn’t think– oh, whatever, sure. Let’s do it. Jess wants to do it, so we’re doing it.” Jess leaned over and hugged her best friend, giggling.
“You two are disgusting,” Beth commented blandly. Emily flipped her off.
Chris, himself, felt excitement and the thrill of the next hunt start up inside of him. “I’ll research some more places we can go,” he told the group in general.
“I’m going to get some better equipment before next time,” Josh muttered as he kept rewatching that part in the video. “We definitely need some awesome freaking stuff, guys.”
“Agreed,” Sam said.
And that, friends, was how Until Dawn Paranormal Investigations began.
Fandom: Until Dawn
Pairing(s): Pre-Climbing Class
Rating: PG-13
Words: 768
Notes: Hey! Here’s my first official soiree into this wonderful ghost hunters/ghost adventures AU for Until Dawn! I hope you all enjoy! There’s going to be lots more coming for this series in the future. :’)
“Chris,” Ashley stated from just a little in front of him. She had her hands perched on her hips and her head cocked to the side, but her eyes were narrowed suspiciously. “Are those new glasses?”
“Yup,” Chris replied. He fidgeted with them again to make sure they slid into place correctly on his nose. “Just got them earlier today.”
Ashley chewed on her lower lip as she studied them. “Are those...”
“Chris,” Emily spat as she came almost literally out of nowhere-- though honestly she’d been just around the corner. “I swear to God if you bought those fucking video recording glasses--”
Chris’ face flushed. He could feel it all the way up to his hairline. “Josh said it’d be a good idea! You know, for the show!”
“Josh would say anything to make you happy,” Emily sneered, though there was no real malice behind the words. She rolled her eyes. “He wants in your pants so bad--”
“Em!” Ashley hissed and elbowed her, hard, in the side. Emily sputtered off and turned to glare at the smaller girl instead. “Shhh!” For emphasis, Ash placed a finger against her lips and glared at the taller girl.
“What?” Chris asked. He was a bit lost here. Josh wanted to--?
“Never mind,” Emily sighed heavily and turned her gaze back on Chris’ new glasses. “I’m judging you for even wearing them. We already have two cameramen--”
“One cameraman, one camerawoman,” Ashley corrected without a beat.
“Whatever.” Emily flicked her hand up in the air to dismiss Ashley’s input. “Not to mention, we have plenty of cameras Matt and I set up around the site. We don’t need your dorky glasses too.”
Chris found himself pouting before he could stop it. “But they’re cool--”
“What’s going on?” Josh asked as he came into the room, his camera already balanced heavily on his shoulder. It looked like it was almost time to start the investigaiton. “I heard Emily bitching.”
“I’m not bitching,” Emily snapped. “I’m judging. There’s a difference, Washington!”
Josh snorted. “Sure there is, babe,” he quipped. He even reached out to pat her lightly on the cheek. It looked like Emily was thinking whether she should bite his fingers off, but Chris spoke up and diverted attention before she could.
“Emily thinks my glasses are stupid,” he explained, still with the hint of a pout.
Josh glanced first at Chris’ glasses, then at Chris himself, before he tore his gaze away to quirk both brows at Emily. “Dude, his glasses are cool, and they’re gonna make for some awesome shots in the show.”
Emily threw both hands up in the air. “Whatever! Keep your glasses, Christopher, see if I care!” She turned to leave the room, then paused and shot a look at Josh. “Don’t think I don’t see that fucking brown nose, Joshua,” she said and then left.
Ashley giggled, and Chris turned his confused gaze onto Josh. “Ignore her,” the older male replied cheerfully and waved his hand about in front of his face, as if that would dispel what she’d said in parting. “She just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“I better get out to the van,” Ash said and then walked up to Chris and patted him on the arm. “I’m sure Josh is right though. The glasses will help make some cool clips for the show!” She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, then left before he could reply.
Chris reached up to fumble with his glasses and he looked at Josh with a small smile. “You think so, bro?”
“Yeah!” Josh enthused. He came over and clapped a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “Totally! Dude, people are gonna be so jealous and start buying those for their ghost hunting shows too! You’ll see.”
Josh always had his back. God, Chris loved him for it too. “Thanks,” Chris said. They stood there for several moments just staring at each other, until Beth walked into the room and groaned.
“Come on, lovebirds,” she said as she clapped her hands loudly together to dispel the sudden tension in the air. “We’re going live in five! Mike and Sam are waiting.”
“R-right!” Chris said and hurried out of the room, ignored the heat in his cheeks and the way his heart thundered in his chest. That was... alright, that was weird.
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Fandom: Until Dawn
Pairing: Climbing Class
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4,101
Notes: This is the sequel to THIS fic. Thank you to the amazing anon who started this wild ride. There will be a sequel, everyone, fear not! This shall become a very wicked trilogy, apparently. Thank you to @shutupimwritingfic for being the wonderful beta that they are. <3 Enjoy!
“We’re friends, aren’t we, Cochise?”
Chris didn’t know if he liked where this was going. He didn’t bother to raise his head from his phone as he furiously typed an e-mail to one of his professors. Josh seemed to take this as a challenge, and apparently figured the best way to get Chris’ attention was to plop right into Chris’ lap. Just snuggle right in and move Chris’ arms about for him so they were now wrapped around Josh, but his fingers still clutched his phone.
Chris sighed. There was no way Josh was going to let this go until he replied. “Yeah, Josh,” he said. “We’re definitely friends. Best friends, even.” Chris went back to his phone and didn’t comment on Josh’s position. Better not to. Josh was probably just in one of his snuggly moods. He got like that sometimes, though it was mostly when he was drunk or high. He didn’t smell like he was either-- it clung to his hair, his clothes, after he’d been doing either-- so… it was just Josh being Josh then.
“And best friends do shit for each other,” Josh stated. It wasn’t a question. Chris had figured the next thing out of Josh’s lips would be a question, but apparently not.
“Uh huh,” Chris responded. He wasn’t going to comment on one snuggly Josh Washington currently folded up into his lap. He wasn’t. He seriously wasn’t. It was just better to let Josh do what he wanted to do. Easier in the end. Also Chris kind of liked it. If he questioned it or brought it up in conversation, Josh might remove himself from Chris and go sit somewhere farther away. He didn’t want that.
The tone of Josh’s voice changed. It sounded smug, like Chris had walked right into some trap he hadn’t known was laid out for him. “So let’s say hypothetically–”
“I don’t like the sound of this,” Chris supplied. Nothing good ever came whenever Josh got that tone of voice.
“Shut up,” Josh responded without even a bat of his lashes. “Let’s say that one friend thought the other friend was really missin’ out on something.”
“What’s this something we’re talking about?”
“It’s all hypothetical.”
“With you, nothing is hypothetical, bro,” Chris pointed out. Josh snorted, but didn’t seem offended. Which was good. Chris hadn’t meant it in a bad way. They both knew Josh– of course Josh knew himself, but Chris knew Josh almost as well by this point, the blond liked to think. They’d been best friends since elementary school and they were in college now, so that was plenty of time to get used to each other, to know the other like the back of their hands. “What do you think I’m missing out on, Josh?”
Josh darted his eyes toward Chris and then away. Suddenly he looked… almost shy? Chris wasn’t sure if that was the right word for it, but he definitely didn’t look like his normal, confident self. “You remember that night we…” Josh trailed off. He pulled himself off of Chris’ lap so he could sit beside him on the couch instead. Chris kind of missed Josh now that he wasn’t glued to his side anymore.
“We?” Chris prodded. “We’ve done a lot of stuff together, Josh, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
Josh glanced at him again, but once more his eyes darted away too fast. Chris couldn’t read the emotions in his gaze. He held one hand up and did a crude, pumping hand motion. That gesture only meant one thing, and Chris’ face began to fill with color. He ignored the flush of his cheeks and swallowed hard. “O-oh,” Chris said. “That night.”
They hadn’t talked about it much. Chris had kind of felt like it was a fever dream when he’d recalled it later that night, but that’d be impossible. He hadn’t been sick and it had been done in the late afternoon, definitely not during a moment where Chris could have dozed off and imagined it. Their lives had went back to normal and Josh hadn’t acted like he’d even remembered it.
Chris remembered it. Chris let it play behind his eyes every time he wrapped his hand around his dick, whenever he had to jack off, relieve the itch under his skin. He wanted to do it with Josh again. It was like a need that crawled over his skin every night whenever he tried to settle into bed and drift off to sleep. His brain started to simmer down for the night and them bam! Thoughts of one Josh Washington, naked and sprawled out beneath Chris, for Chris and Chris alone, sprung to mind.
“Yeah,” Josh replied and brought Chris out of his thoughts. “That night, bro.”
“What about it?” Chris finally set his phone off to the side. It was clear he wouldn’t be able to finish his email right now. Josh was on about something that mattered to him, which meant Chris needed to invest all of his attention to it.
“You got a handjob,” Josh stated. He paused for so long Chris started to think that was all he’d say, but then he continued. “I mean, that’s great, right? It was pretty good from my end too. Way better than if you’d waited and fumbled your way through it without any experience with some girl.”
“Yeah…” Chris was sure Josh was getting at something.
“I heard about this thing,” Josh said in a much quicker manner than before. His words slid out of his mouth fast enough that they almost were jumbled up together like he needed to say them before he backed down. “Uh, I hear it’s really great and that every guy should experience it at least once in their life, Cochise.”
Chris wasn’t sure where this was going now. He’d thought… well, he wasn’t sure what he thought when Josh had started this conversation, but now he was just completely confused. “Uh huh,” Chris said in the hopes of poking Josh along. Josh looked anywhere but at Chris’ face.
“And I know how awkward you get sometimes, Chris, and I just-- I’m here for you, bro, and I’m totally down to do this for you if you want--”
“Josh,” Chris stated, because he’d devolved into rambling. Chris held up a hand and Josh fell silent. “What are you talking about? What did you find out someone should experience at least once in their life?” Chris was drawing up blanks. He had no idea what Josh was even hinting at.
A flush slowly flooded up Josh’s face, but he turned so that his eyes caught Chris’ own and he looked like he’d steeled himself. For what, Chris had no idea, but clearly Josh was done beating around the bush. “Chris, can I eat you out as your friend?”
Silence descended. Chris nor Josh made any move to speak after that question. Chris was pretty sure his entire brain had shut down. No thoughts filtered through it and his eyes were wide in his face, focused on Josh, as he opened his mouth and then closed it again. “You…” Chris trailed off and shook his head, seemed to try and shake off the thoughts clinging to him. “Wait, you want to--”
“I’ve done it before,” Josh hurried to reassure Chris, like that was the reason Chris might hesitate, like maybe Josh would have no idea what he was doing. Actually, the idea of Josh having done this before-- with some unknown person-- made Chris mentally flail even more. Who had Josh gone down on? Chris knew that Josh had hooked up with people before, but… he’d never known about Josh eating someone out. The idea alone was enough to set Chris’ blood on fire, truth be told.
“You’ve done it before?” Chris wanted to know as much as he could drag from his best friend.
Josh nodded. “Yup,” he said and really popped the final letter on the word. “Even had it done to me too. It’s real nice, Cochise. It’s why I think you should totally experience it! Hell, there are even girls who like to do it on their guys, you know. So I figured, since we’re best friends, I could help ease you into it so you wouldn’t be nervous about it in the future if it ever comes up.”
“Right,” Chris muttered. He was still kind of stuck on the idea of Josh having done it before. He couldn’t seem to jump start his brain to focus on anything else. “Uh…”
“What do you think?” Josh looked so hopeful, looked like he really did just want Chris to feel good, and… Chris had been fantasizing about Josh for the last few weeks since they’d given each other handjobs. He’d be stupid to turn this down. He wanted to get naked with Josh again, wanted to fool around and get off together.
“I mean,” Chris said and tried to buy himself some time. His brain was still a little sluggish right now. “You’d want to do that stuff? With me?”
“Duh,” Josh replied like it should be obvious. He waved his hand around and grinned, though his eyes still looked a little nervous. “We share everything with each other.”
Do they? Chris had never known Josh had been eaten out before today. Chris was starting to think there might be other things he didn’t know about his best friend. “I’d do this for you in a heartbeat, Chris.”
The use of his name was what sealed his fate. Chris was going to say yes. His heart hammered loudly in his ears, but he was going to agree. “Okay,” Chris finally said once he’d wetted his lips and felt like he could speak without freaking out. “How do we-- what do I have to do?”
Josh was still for a moment before he fluttered into action. Chris watched as he shot off the couch and went toward his door, checked both ways down the hall before he shut it and locked it. He turned back to Chris with a huge grin and then practically raced over to his bed, jumped atop it and patted the spot next to him. “Come here, right here,” he said as he patted the bed harder, as if that would rush Chris to him faster.
Chris heaved himself to his feet and wandered over. He sat almost primly down on the edge of the bed and then looked at Josh for more instructions. Josh vibrated in his spot, his eyes wide and his smile large. “Okay,” he said and then reached forward as if he wanted to help, before he drew himself short. He looked into Chris’ eyes and then back at his shirt. “Can I?”
“S-sure,” Chris mumbled. “Knock yourself out.”
Josh undid each button slowly, as if he wanted to savor the moment, and then pulled Chris’ shirt off of him. Chris hadn’t worn an undershirt, so that left him topless, his chest bare. Josh’s eyes dipped down to where Chris still had his jeans on, then dragged them back up again. He finally looked Chris in the eye and smiled, crooked, before he leaned back. “Alright,” he said. “Unbutton your jeans and lay down on your stomach, Cochise. I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
Chris ignored the way the words made his stomach clench up. Just the idea of Josh taking care of him… God, it was enough to make liquid heat pool low in his belly. “Okay,” Chris replied and did as he was asked. He unbuttoned his jeans and sprawled out, his arms folded underneath him so he could lay his head there. He tilted his head a bit more to the side, so he could glance out of the corner of his eyes and almost see Josh from this angle.
“Hmmm,” Josh hummed and his fingers gripped the bottom of Chris’ jeans, tugged until they slid off slowly. Chris focused on his breathing so that he wouldn’t hyperventilate. Chris couldn’t see Josh now-- he’d moved so that he was at the bottom of Chris’ feet-- so Chris allowed his eyes to dip closed, allowed himself to just float and feel. “Gonna take your boxers off now, bro,” Josh informed him.
“Go ahead,” Chris replied. It was nice, though, that Josh was making sure Chris knew what was about to happen. It made it so Chris could brace himself for the coolness of the room as he was stripped of all of his clothing. “Are you going to stay clothed?” Chris asked slowly, hesitant. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being the only one naked.
There was a bit of silence before Josh replied, “I could take my clothes off if you want?” Chris nodded against his hands and Josh laughed. “Alright, alright, bro, I’ll take mine off too. Don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”
Chris pushed himself up just enough so that he could turn and watch as Josh reached down, grabbed his shirt at the bottom and pulled it over his head. While his head was caught up in the shirt-- Josh cursed at it for getting stuck-- Chris studied Josh’s chest, his stomach, the dip of his hips where they slid under his own pants. The blond turned his eyes back to Josh’s face as the shirt finally pulled free and Josh’s eyes were once again in sight. His best friend grinned at him before he licked his lips real slow-- for show, of course, but it still made Chris’ dick harden all the same-- and then Josh let his hands fall to the buckle of his pants.
“Like the show?” Josh asked him as he slowly unzipped, then kicked his pants off. Chris just nodded. He didn’t even have an ounce of care about how honest he was being. He liked it. He liked when Josh was naked, or when Josh was in a state of undress. Might as well admit it and be unashamed. Maybe Josh would do it more often in reward for his truthfulness? Who knows. Josh was a wild card. “Lay back down! You gotta relax for this to feel best.”
Chris did as he was asked and pillowed his head on his arms again, closed his eyes and breathed steadily. He tried to ignore the fact that he was completely naked, because that would only make him feel self conscious. It was still light in the room, too, with the blinds open and the sun out. Josh could probably count the freckles that went from Chris’ face down his neck, then flowed over his shoulders and back.
Josh moved around a bit and jostled Chris, the bed dipping and shaking as Josh got comfortable. Josh had to have laid down, because he threw one arm over either one of Chris’ legs, made Chris open them up a little more to accommodate Josh. “Did you read up on this?” Chris asked, when he couldn’t stand the silence anymore. Josh had to be just staring at his ass now. His face was practically on level with it. “Or are you just working on experience?”
“Read up on it, mostly,” Josh admitted. His breath fanned out against Chris’ thighs. He’d turned his head to press a light kiss there, to open his mouth and lick a strip of fire against Chris’ skin. “I’d only had it done to me once, you know, and only done it once in turn. So I figured I should be prepared! Wanted to be ready if you said yes, which you did, which is awesome.”
“Uh huh,” Chris breathed. Josh leaned forward and placed a chaste, light kiss to one of Chris’ ass cheeks. “Are you enjoying teasing me, bro?”
“Dude,” Josh replied. “So. Much. This is fun!”
“You’re an ass,” Chris said with an aggravated sigh.
“Nah,” Josh retorted, “just about to eat yours though.” Then he leaned forward and, placing one hand on either cheek, spread Chris just enough to lick right up the crack. Chris made a noise in the back of his throat, because the sensation wasn’t like anything he’d experienced before. Color flooded his cheeks and Chris squeezed his eyes closed harder together, tried to focus on the feel of Josh’s tongue against him down there.
Did he like it? Chris wasn’t sure. He’d never had it done before, so it just felt strange. Josh pulled back and breathed against the saliva he’d left behind, which only made Chris shiver. Holy shit. That was… weird. Chris was pretty sure he’d be using that word a lot today. Weird.
“Fuck, hold on,” Josh said and got back up for a moment. Chris kept his eyes closed and just focused on his breathing, focused on his own body instead of what Josh was doing. “Here we go,” his best friend said as he came back. He deposited something onto the bed besides one of Chris’ legs, before Josh got back into his previous position. “Gotta have lube, bro.” The pop of the cap signalled Josh opening it up and then, a moment later, one lubbed finger prodded where his tongue had been a minute ago. “Flavored, too.”
“Is that safe to stick in my ass, bro?”
“Bro,” Josh said and his voice sounded amused but also warm, honest. “Would I dare hurt your ass, bro? I love your ass. I’d never do something to hurt it, bro. Bro. Bro--”
“Okay,” Chris said and huffed, trying not to laugh. Don’t laugh, he bid himself. If he laughed, Josh would only take that as a sign that he should be more ridiculous. “Okay, I believe you. I trust you, Josh.”
Chris could hear the smile in Josh’s voice as he said, “Good.” Then the finger was back and prodded inside, slid around to make sure the lube got to where it was supposed to be. Josh’s lips replaced it once it withdrew, his tongue flat as it slid around the skin there, flicked and just barely teased at going inside. This continued for a few minutes, Josh humming a little occasionally probably just so the feeling would vibrate against Chris’ skin.
Chris… Chris actually lost time, truth be told. He just floated along in a haze as Josh worked, as sensations battled for top spot in his body. Then Josh made his tongue stiff and he pushed it inside, breached the opening and swirled it a little around, around again. Chris stiffened up for a moment-- it still felt so weird-- before he slowly let the tension leach from his body.
Josh pulled back a moment, enough so he could ask, “Feel good, Cochise?” Chris gave a shaky laugh. Good? Yeah, actually, it made him feel warm and flushed, open too because of where Josh had been pressing his tongue a moment ago. Chris nodded, since he felt like his voice might give out if he tried to speak. Josh hummed again and sucked a mark into Chris’ thigh, nipped with just the hint of teeth at the skin there. “Good.”
Josh went back to work. He actually sucked at Chris’ opening, nipped with his teeth at the skin around it. Chris made little noises as time went on, and he clenched his fists in the sheets, rutted against the mattress. His dick was so fucking hard. It had started leaking a while ago and he was sure he’d leave a mess on Josh’s bed. Actually, that thought was pretty hot in and of itself, a reminder to Josh later on that Chris had been there, Chris had been naked and sprawled out on his bed. Chris made a desperate noise and stopped moving his hips.
Whoa. He hadn’t realized he was so close already. “Josh,” he panted. “Fuck, Josh--”
Josh hummed in response, but didn’t pull away to reply. He’d started to push his tongue inside again, and pull it back out, before he repeated the process. It made Chris think about other things he could ask Josh to push inside of him, other things Chris could beg for. He would too. He felt almost desperate enough right now-- right on the edge of orgasm, with his blood thundering in his ears-- to beg Josh to get up here and fuck him.
Chris floated there, his thoughts pressing in on him, until Josh pulled back again. “Here,” Josh said and he threw his arm out, flailed around to find the lube again. “Watch this,” he said and then he lubed up a finger and brought it back to Chris’ asshole. Josh pushed it inside-- slowly, so slowly-- and then he-- he--
Chris made a keening noise. He heard it as it left his lips and then he came, his dick untouched, pressed against the mattress and probably making a huge mess. Chris continued to make noises as the orgasm was pulled from him, rutting against the mattress and very nearly tearing a hole through the sheets as his fists clenched in them.
Josh must have pressed against his prostate, he realized once he’d started to come down from his high. Holy shit, that had been the best orgasm of his fucking life. He’d never quite gotten that high before. It even paled in comparison to the handjobs they’d given each other, and that had previously been the best one of his life.
“Holy shit,” Chris panted, open mouthed, against the sheets. He pressed his overly warm cheek against the fabric and closed his eyes again, noisily breathed as he tried to regain air. “Holy shit, Josh, holy shit--”
No reply came. Chris finally managed to push himself up a little-- his arms shook, his body felt like it only had a tremulous grasp on reality-- and turned to see what his best friend was doing. He shouldn’t be surprised, of course, that Josh was currently jerking off. Chris blinked blearily at him and then, before he could offer to help, Josh came. Just like that. It streaked over Josh’s stomach and Josh’s mouth fell open, a soundless circle as he arched his back.
He made no sound as the cum streaked across his skin and then he collapsed into a spent pile on the bed, breathed noisily himself through his nose. “Josh,” Chris huffed. He twisted around and moved himself until he could curl up against him, nestled his head against the curve of Josh’s neck. “Josh,” Chris repeated when Josh made no reply.
“Bro,” Josh wheezed. Okay, so it wasn’t just Chris. Josh had gotten ridiculously turned on as well through the entire experience. “Bro, did I tell you? Did I fucking tell yo--”
Before he could question himself-- this was probably definitely not a bro thing to do, they hadn’t done it during the handjobs either-- Chris surged up and slanted his mouth across Josh’s. He kissed him with all of the energy left in his body, poured everything he felt into it, made it messy and desperate. Josh kissed him back and his hands flew to his face, then up into his hair, gripping it fiercely as they slid their lips against each other.
“Chris,” Josh panted against his lips, his mouth open, his eyes glassy. “Chris, Chris, bro--”
“Is it weird I wanna fuck you right now?” Chris asked and his dick gave a feeble twitch. “If I hadn’t already came so hard, I think I’d try to convince you to let me--”
Josh groaned. “God, why did I let you cum already? I want you to fuck me so bad--”
Chris kissed him again, mostly to shut him up, because if Josh talked about how he wanted to be fucked, Chris was going to lose his mind. He was going to lose his goddamn mind.
Several minutes passed and they finally detached from their furious make out session. Chris rolled over and stared up at the ceiling, panting loudly and zoning out. Josh wasn’t in a much better state. Chris could hear his breaths too.
“I don’t think that was something best friends do, Josh.” He said it before he could think over the words. Josh had so carefully worded everything earlier, but… best friends definitely didn’t give rimjobs and think things wouldn’t change.
Josh made a soft sound and then sighed. “Can we… do you think we can just bask for a little?”
Chris contemplated that. “That sounds nice, actually,” he agreed. They had time to figure things out later. Much later. Because if Chris had any say, he was going to officially fuck his best friend mindless into this damn messy mattress.
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Fandom: Until Dawn
Pairing: Chrashley
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,870
Notes: Who wants to take responsibility for this!? Because it certainly is not my fault that someone on my rp tumblr gave me feels for Chrashley, and then I couldn’t sleep until I wrote this freaking thing!! Anyway, welcome to my first Chrashley fic. Probably not my last. I hope someone out there enjoys. <3
It was so muggy. It was one of those days where Ashley felt like she wanted to crawl out of her own skin. She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to agree when Chris had suggested they move here. She had thought Oregon was supposed to be rainy and nice, but instead the air was heavy, so thick you could almost cut through it, some days. She panted and arched her back, felt the sheet stick unpleasantly to her skin.
“Chris,” she panted, but he either didn’t hear her or chose to ignore her. His face was buried between her legs and her thighs were covering both of his ears. Actually, it wouldn’t surprise her if he was so in the zone that he really just hadn’t heard her. She twisted a little and felt the sheet peel away from her skin.
She could stop him. She could convince him to stop for a little bit so she could get up and turn on the air, or do something to relieve the humidity in the air…
Or she could let him get her off. That sounded good too.
He’d been licking her open and building her to that cusp for the last half hour, at least, or maybe longer. Sometimes Ashley lost her head when they got like this-- wrapped up in each other and so focused. Everyone used to tease her that, if she and Chris finally got together, he’d probably be a fumbling oaf in bed. Of course, they’d been right, the first few times. Chris had been a virgin-- as had she-- when they’d gotten together after the events of the mountain--
No, don’t think about the mountain. It has no place here.
-- and it’d taken awhile to work up confidence around each other when their clothes came off. But it didn’t take as long as she’d always thought it would, and soon Chris had started to learn Ashley’s body as well as she knew it herself. She’d lived in it her entire life, and there were moments where Ashley almost thought he knew it better. He knew just how much teasing she could take before she broke down and sobbed from the need pulsing deep inside her gut, he knew just where to lick or where to probe, where to nibble just a bit for the zing of his teeth against her clit, where--
“Oh,” she breathed in awe. Just like that! He’d just suckled harshly on her bundle of nerves and now her entire body went tight, a pulse throbbing where his mouth met her sex. “Oh, oh, Chris, Chris, I’m going to--”
He pulled back. Shit! She shouldn’t have said anything. God, he was in one of his teasing moods. “Chris,” she whined and she thrashed just a bit, just to see if he’d react. He pushed himself up a little so he could tilt his head and look in her general direction. She knew, without his glasses on, he couldn’t see her as well as usual, but his eyes-- even slightly unfocused-- could still pick out where her face was.
“Not yet,” he rasped. That was hot. His voice was rough from disuse because he’d had his head buried between her legs for who knows how long and--
Ashley tensed her legs and tried to rub them together, but he was still sprawled out between them, so no such luck there. “Chris,” Ashley pleaded. “Chris, I need-- come up here, just come up here.” She fisted her hands in the sheets and tugged, hard, to try and get the point across how crazy she was going. If he didn’t come up here and do something, she was going to lose it!
Chris laughed. It wasn’t a deep, rumbling one, but one of his real ones, the light one where he was caught off guard and it burst out of him. She was sure he’d been trying to keep it cool-- she’d said once how much of a turn on it was whenever he got intense during sex-- but he grinned up at her and then sighed. “So demanding,” he muttered, but he finally gave into her demands. He crawled up her body until he hovered over her and she surged up, her hair falling away from her face, and she slanted her lips over his.
The kiss, at least, was as intense as he’d been giving her down between her thighs. She slid her mouth inside of him and-- yeah, that was definitely the taste of her on his tongue. Why did that do such intense things to her!? She could taste herself in his mouth, taste her sex from where he’d been lapping at her, and it made the pulse inside of her speed up with desire.
“Please,” she gasped against his mouth. “Come on, come on, just-- where’s the condoms, Chris? I feel like I’m about to pass out if you don’t fuck me--” and Chris groaned, because he’d admitted before how hot it was when she cursed. Ashley-- sweet, innocent, caring Ashley-- who could curse just as well as Emily could when she put her mind to it, when she actually felt like it, and she did it with abandon whenever she knew it would rile Chris up.
“Just, one second, they were right here--” She must have knocked them aside earlier when he first woke her up in the middle of the night to go down on her. He’d originally set them near her head, but one of her hands had smacked into it and thrown it to the floor. He bent over the edge of the bed to wildly grab at them and come back up, holding them aloft in his hand, a smirk on his lips in victory. “Here we go!”
Ashley reached out and yanked them out of his hand. Her fingers shook, but she managed to rip one off the strip and bring it up to her mouth. She was careful-- she made sure to bite neatly on the edge and rip it open, made sure not to damage the condom-- and then she slid it free and smiled at him. “There we go,” she said and held it out. He went to grab it but she dipped her hand at the last minute, cupped him to feel how hard he was and to listen as he hissed a breath between his teeth from the sudden touch.
“Ash,” he whispered and leaned forward, pressed his lips against her temple. She ignored him. There was a warning in his voice, but she understood it. She couldn’t play around with him-- not tonight, not like he’d been doing to her for the past who knows how long-- because he was already about to orgasm and he hadn’t even gotten inside her yet. She let her other hand fall down to assist the first, held him as she rolled the condom on with an expert’s touch that spoke of how many times they’d done this before.
“There,” she said and then spread her legs, wrapped them around his waist, tilted her hips just so until her sex rubbed against his erection. “Chris, Chris, come on--” and then breathed a thready sigh as he pushed into her.
This… this she always liked. The feel of him as he stretched her, the ragged breaths he took as she squeezed around him, the way his eyes fluttered-- she made sure to keep hers open and watch his face, to appreciate each eyelash as it fluttered against his skin. He closed his eyes-- always, he always did, to enjoy it, to savor it, maybe-- the first few seconds after he pushed into her, and she took that time to study his face, to press it into her memories so she’d have it forever.
She tried not to think about it-- the mountain, the pain, the fear-- but it did make her want to appreciate everything about her life, everything. She wanted to always remember she could have lost this-- lost it before it started, lost it before she’d realized, lost it before she and Chris had admitted they loved each other-- and that… that was something she hated to think about most.
“I love you,” she breathed as he leaned down and panted against her mouth. “Chris--”
“I love you too, Ash,” he replied and his smile was sweet, real, and it grounded her into the moment again. Her head cleared enough that she could wrap her arms around his neck and pull him into an open mouthed kiss.
They moved together easily. They’d done it enough times that, by now, their bodies knew how to do this without them having to think about it. She breathed loudly against his mouth and rolled with him, gasped when he released her body just to slip a hand in between them for the bundle of nerves she needed to get off. He rubbed slowly at first-- so slowly, teasing her again, he always enjoyed testing her limits-- and then faster as he started to make helpless sounds in the back of his throat.
“Come with me,” he whispered against her cheek, his mouth open, his breath hot against her skin. “God, Ash, come with me, please, please, you feel so good, I just want you to feel good too, I just want you to--”
“Chris,” she replied, helpless, adoration in her voice, and then she was. Her whole body tightened up and she squeezed her eyes shut-- it was different, in the end, because in the beginning she kept her eyes open, but she never could at the end because it was all too much. She cried out without meaning to and everything tightened up to an almost painful degree in her before it burst. Chris grunted as he came, and she squeezed down around him, pumped him, and he made another wounded noise as she pulsed around him.
He collapsed a minute later-- on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, grounding her in the moment, safe together-- and they breathed raggedly as both of them took time to clear their heads. Chris turned his face into her sweaty shoulder and pressed a kiss there, then two, then another, as if he couldn’t help himself. Ashley knew he couldn’t. Whenever they were done and sated, he always found reasons to touch her, a way to ground himself just as much as her.
“Love you,” he breathed against her neck and she smiled up at the ceiling, raised hands to entangle them into his hair.
“I love you too,” she responded. She felt better now. The humidity hadn’t passed, but she didn’t feel like she wanted to crawl out of her skin anymore. She felt grounded.
Fandom: Until Dawn
Pairing: Climbing Class
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,574
Note(s): What’s this!? A Climbing Class fic that’s not just PWP/random smut!? Holy shit, I know. I’m surprised too. I just have a lot of feels cause of my Chris RP blog, so here. Take this and run. (Also, I tested out writing this in second person because... [shrugs] idk I wanted to, I guess. lol)
It was weird how your friendship worked sometimes.
You were allowed to like people. You liked girls, a lot of the time, but sometimes you liked guys too, and that was okay. Josh never even blinked an eye at it, honestly. Even when you finally one day-- stumbling over your words, sweaty palms, and a nervous stomach-- told him that yeah, you liked guys too, you liked both, you didn’t care, Josh took it all in good stride. He smiled and nodded along and told you, yeah, buddy, I kind of figured it out on my own when you kissed Matt one night while wasted and that was that.
Except it wasn’t.
Josh knowing only allowed your friendship-- or whatever it was, who even knew half the time anyway-- to grow to other territories it wasn’t in before. Now that Josh knew, it was okay for you to place your hand on his waist when you lead him around a party. He’d drank too much that night, you know? He needed someone to guide him. And it was also okay to sometimes be overly affectionate, because Josh knew now, Josh knew that you were like that with guys and with girls, he knew. You got flirty with guys, but you also got flirty with Josh, and that was okay. You were best friends. Best friends did that, right?
So there were plenty of girls you liked-- and guys-- growing up, and Josh didn’t even seem to mind. He didn’t, not really? Not from what you could tell. He always just raised his brows and asked, really, Cochise? and you’d say yeah, really and that was that.
Well… it should have been that.
Josh got strangely intense about anyone you liked. And you meant anyone. For an entire summer you liked Matt, and Josh was totally down with that. He cheered you on and told you to make a move and eventually you were kind of relieved when Matt hooked up with some girl from his summer camp and you told Josh I don’t like him anymore. Because then it was dropped and Josh left it alone.
But there was bound to be someone else after, of course there was, and this time it was some pretty little cheerleader that was friends with Jess. She brought her around once or twice to some parties and you were introduced, finally, after noticing how pretty she was the first time. You were nervous and your palms sweated and you fumbled your drink and nearly spilled it all over her dainty dress, but she just laughed it off. She smiled at you and her eyes crinkled a little and you thought, uh oh, because that meant--
Josh knew, of course. You weren’t sure how he figured it out-- he probably watched you too closely half the times you were looking elsewhere, your mind whispered, but you ignored it-- but he knew all the same. Ask her out, he’d say. Go on, he’d whisper as he nudged you. What’s the worse she’s gonna say? No? He was right. The worst she could say was no, but…
Like with all your other crushes, eventually it went away. She hooked up with someone-- probably Mike, he seemed to like blowing through the entire cheerleading team at that time-- and you lost interest. Josh seemed deflated a bit after that one and sighed a lot more, like you were putting him out. I’ll find you someone, he told you one night and you just looked at him strangely.
Why are you so into this? you asked but he waved you off. No answer. He dodged any attempt you made to figure it out. Oh well. That was just Josh for you. He was intense when he wanted to be, and your love life seemed to be one of those key areas he had latched onto.
But… if Josh ended up liking someone?
Oh fuck, you better watch out. Suddenly your stomach would cramp up-- upon hearing oh she’s cute, or I’d bang him-- any sort of hint that he was interesting and you’d feel like your world was collapsing under your feet. Huh, you’d mutter noncommittally while staring at the person from across the room. Because huh was the only thing you could think to say, really. I don’t know… I think-- and then you’d find something wrong with them, something, and Josh would tilt his head a little-- he did that when he was thinking deeply about something-- and frown. You’re right, he’d say every time but his eyes would flash to you and there was something there, a glow in his eyes that hinted he knew something you didn’t, that would always give you pause. You’re right, they’re not my type after all, he’d tell you and then move onto some other topic.
And it wasn’t like it wasn’t always like this, but now you didn’t have to be as subtle. When Josh got his first kiss-- years before you even considered getting yours, truth be told-- you’d been sick with emotion then too. He’d told you about it, and then you’d spent the next hour overanalyzing every little thing he’d conveyed to you. Her nose was too long, her lips were uneven, she had a horse laugh, she wasn’t the right type of person to keep up with Josh-- anything, you’d say anything to try and show him that he shouldn’t be with them. Most of them were lies, even, because most of the people Josh chose actually weren’t that bad.
Like that girl Summer back in ninth grade, who’d had golden curls and matching amber eyes, who’d smiled wide even though she had braces and showed no ounce of self doubt. He’d kissed her behind the football field and dated her even for two months. You’d disliked her intensely. For no reason, even. You just didn’t like her. Eventually he broke it off after she’d gotten petty with you about something-- you were pretty sure she’d sneered and said something mean about you not being very in shape-- and that was it. Josh dropped her. Just like that. They broke up and he’d never talked about her again, or talked to her.
There started to be a pattern after awhile, and even you-- so far up your own ass on purpose so you didn’t have to admit to things, so you didn’t have to know-- could see it. He’d date people-- guys, girls, anyone-- and after awhile he’d drop it, but only after something you said about them, or something they said about you, was brought up. The moment someone tried to get in between your friendship, or you admitted you didn’t like them, bam. Josh was done with them too.
And you weren’t stupid. You knew what you were doing, you just… if you admitted it aloud, if you allowed yourself to realize the truth, then you’d have to eventually admit your feelings too. You’d have to tell Josh that you liked him as more than just your best friend and--
That was fucking terrifying.
He was more than just your best friend. He was your entire social structure, really. You loved your other friends, but that was nothing compared to how much you loved Josh, and--
You couldn’t and you wouldn’t. Not ever.
It’s too bad Hannah doesn’t like you instead of Mike, Josh had said one night on the tail end of a sigh. You’re a way better guy, Cochise. The nickname caused a flutter in your stomach, just like it always did. Ancient butterflies that erupted and coasted around as you smiled a little to yourself, because this was something the two of you shared that no one else could ever infringe upon. Hmmm, you’d reply noncommittally. Hannah was great, but you were too wrapped up in Josh to ever seriously consider either of the other siblings. Nah, I’m not her type, bro.
You’re my type, Josh said, because that night he fucked up the regular code of these exchanges, that night he looked at you and he smiled, and his eyes were knowing again and you fumbled, you panicked, you--
Know who’s my type? you blurted before you could help yourself. Josh made a noise and looked interested. He looked hopeful and god it hurt to look at him, he was like the sun, he shone too bright, and soon he’d be like a blackhole and he’d crush in on himself, because you could feel the words bubbling up, you didn’t want to say them, but--
Ashley. Yeah, she’s totally my type, dude.
You always ignored that aspect of yourself. You were a coward. You were way too weak to ever dare look at Josh too long and think he could be mine and believe it.
So this got away from me, and I’m so so so so sorry if you don’t like it, but. ;u; It’s very Beth-centric, so I hope you like it??? But like. SUPERNATURAL HUNTERS BETH AND CHRIS!!!! In a complete AU - Canon Divergence of the game. :’)
So let’s imagine an alternate universe– from canon– where Beth falls, but she survives. Let’s imagine Hannah dies in her place– which is painful, cause I love Hannah– but let’s imagine that, and then the Stranger comes and is the one to save Beth. Beth doesn’t succumb to the hunger, but there are still wendigos out there, and one of them was the cause of her twin sister’s death.
She could go back. She could go home. She could reunite with her parents, her brother, her friends– but she’d be leaving Hannah behind. Hannah, her twin sister, her other half. She’d be giving up her ghost and leaving it behind on the mountain to rot along with Hannah’s cold body, buried so far underground.
Beth refuses to go home. The Stranger, at first, is disgruntled and annoyed by this. He doesn’t need some stupid teenager tagging along around behind him, but Beth is insistent. She’ll stay. She won’t leave. These things hurt her twin sister– were the cause of Hannah’s death– and Beth will go into the cold, hard ground with her twin before she’ll admit defeat at their hands.
So eventually she picks away at the Stranger’s rough exterior– Jack, he tells her one night, you can call me Jack, because that’s my damn name– and she becomes his apprentice. She learns how to hunt, how to fend for herself in the wilderness, how to get by without a cell phone or any of the luxuries modern life has bestowed upon her over the years. Her hair grows longer and she starts to braid it or pull it away from her face and tie it up. She takes care of her body and personal hygiene as much as she’s able, but only enough to keep her in good shape, to keep her going and hunting and fighting.
A year passes– it felt like she blinked and suddenly the time had flown by– and suddenly her friends and brother are back. They’re in the cabin. Jack tells her she can go to them. She can go right up to them and admit that she’d been alive all this time, that Hannah had died, that there are things on this mountain that go bump in the night, that would make their skin crawl if they knew they existed.
But she doesn’t. Something holds her back. She’s given herself over to life on the mountain, and if she approached her friends… they’d convince her to leave, to let Hannah go, to accept death happens and sometimes there’s nothing you can do but grieve and move forward and… she doesn’t want to.
So she stays, but then shit hits the fan and there’s nothing she can do– she has to go to them, she has to save them, she can’t let them die just like Hannah did. So Beth goes with Jack and she helps to save her friends. Everyone is surprised to find her alive and relatively unharmed. Beth is short with them, abrupt. She hasn’t had to use her emotions with others in a year and she’s gotten rusty with them. She didn’t even realize you could get rusty with your own emotions.
Chris is insistent. Josh is out there. He’d left him alone, he hadn’t meant to leave him alone, why did he leave him alone out there, and the Stranger– Jack, Beth knows, it’s Jack– finally agrees to go with him. They’ll go get Josh. Beth wants to go too, but Jack insists. No need for both of them to go. Beth can stay behind and protect the others, while Jack and Chris go to save Josh.
Soon they’ll all reunite and then they’ll get the hell off this mountain and if they know what’s good for them, they’ll never come back. Beth won’t. She’ll stay on this isolated place until she, herself, dies, but she wants better for her friends and for her older brother. They deserve better than unmarked graves and tears shed at funerals so far away, their bodies never recovered, death and despair and–
Chris comes back. Jack and Josh don’t.
Before Beth can stop him, Mike shoots Emily. Ashley trails away from the group when they’re in the mines going after Josh. She disappears in between one second when she’s there and the next she says she’s checking something. Before Beth could stop her, Sam had grasped her hand and hurried her along. We have to go, Beth, Sam said, because they have to find Josh, they have to, and so Beth lets it slide. She shouldn’t have. She knows better. She’s lived up here a year now, but–
Ashley’s gone. Matt and Jess never show up again. (Later, much later, Beth will find a tie that she knows was in Jess’s hair in her braids. It’s bloody and tattered and Beth will finally cry, cry because she’s finally allowing herself to grieve–) Sam and Beth go together to find Mike and Josh, and Chris shows up right before they do, limping and in pain. Sam has to climb a rock wall and Beth has so much gear on her, she says she’ll take Chris back to the cabin.
Sam goes. By the time she and Mike return, dirtier and bloodier but alive, they have the key but no Josh. “I’m sorry,” Mike tells her and doesn’t meet her eyes. Josh is gone. Dead. Dead. They won’t tell her how he died, but he’s dead. Dead and gone, like Hannah, like Emily, like so many others of her friends. Dead and gone forever. Another cold, unmarked grave to add to the growing number on this mountain.
Mike comes up with some harebrained scheme to set the house ablaze. Beth thinks that’s a pretty good idea, actually. It just might work. As long as they’re careful. There are other wendigos in the house now and Beth knows they have to be careful. One wrong move– only one– and they’ll be dead. Chris gets out. He runs out limping. Beth is next because she’s closest to the door. She’s outside when Sam stumbles and the wendigo snatches her.
Sam, she wants to scream, but doesn’t. Don’t draw attention to yourself, she remembers Jack saying. Don’t move. They won’t see you if you don’t move. Instincts rile up and Beth will hate herself later, but she doesn’t move and then Sam is gone too.
Mike gives her a look. Beth knows what Mike is about to do. “What is he–” Chris starts to ask from next to her, but she turns, grabs his hand and runs. She knows. Mike doesn’t think he’ll make it out, but he’ll be fucking damned if he doesn’t take those shits with him.
The house goes up in flames. Gone. Only Chris and Beth are left, and Beth doesn’t even count herself part of the group anymore. So Chris is the only survivor. They can hear a helicopter coming. Beth has to go. If they find her they’ll make her go home, to a home that she doesn’t even consider home anymore, to a home that’s all ghosts filling it up and the silence that will make Beth feel like screaming until she passes out, so she has to go. Chris won’t let go of her wrist, clutched on tight and eyes too large in his pale face.
“Beth,” he pleads. He doesn’t want to do this alone. He’s the last one. No one else is here, no one else survived, Beth knows it deep down into her bones. She tells him he has one of two choices: he can go home, he can return to his parents and pretend at a normal life after finding out everything he did here, or– or– he can join Beth in her supernatural hunting life. He can learn what she learned from Jack and he can fight for survival, he can give up a regular life and they can forge one together taking as many of these fuckers down as they can before the blood wells up their throats and they die along with their friends.
Chris chooses the latter. They kill a lot of wendigos in their time, and it doesn’t make things better, but it does appease something in them, something dark and vengeful and better left on that mountain than pretending to be a normal person out in the “real world”, anyway.
