He didn't deserve it

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Could you do a Jessica x fem!reader? If not, it's cool :3

Sure! I'll do it when I have time :)

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Will you please do a Josh x Reader x Chris fluff if you're okay writing it? If not could you please do a Josh x reader fluff?

Yea of course :) I'll try to do both if I can

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Can you do an AshleyxReader best friend/mild romance one? :)

Sure :)

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Josh x Reader Until Dawn Part 2

Warning: Mentions death slightly. 

Word Count: 411

You’re engulfed in darkness and silence. 

“H-hello? Is anyone there?” 

Your voice resonates throughout the area, sound echoing off the “walls”.

Suddenly, a soft light pours down, illuminating a figure.

“Josh”, you sigh in relief as you see your boyfriend safe and sound. 

He opens his arms out to you, and you gladly run into them. Not a second later though, he harshly throws you to the ground. You grunt from the sudden pain, and when you open your eyes, the shiny end of a revolver pointed at your head. 

Your boyfriend’s sweet, green eyes are now replaced lifeless black spots in the mask. His clothes are covered in crimson blood. 

You see the psycho take the safety off the gun, finger placed on the trigger. You try to protect your face. 

“J-Josh, please don’t”, you whimper, trying to reason with him.

The psycho laughs.

“Who’s Josh?” he states before pulling the trigger.

Your e/c eyes widen as you hear the final boom.

Beep.

You open your eyes, gasping for air.

Beep.

You’re no longer in the dark room. The place you are in now smells sanitary and clean.

Beep.

Turning your head, you see a heart rate monitor. 

Ahh... So I’m in a hospital.

You relax momentarily before remembering what had happened. You try to stand up, but the unbearable pounding in your head stops you. Looking around, you find a small remote with settings for the bed and a nurse calling button. You press it quickly, fingers tapping on the back nervously. 

Soon, a nurse clad in all light blue shrubs comes into your room. 

“Hi honey, how are you feeling?” she asks, moving closer to sit next to you.

“Where’s Josh?”, you blurt out unintentionally. Still, you had to know if he was okay.

She holds your hand gently. 

“Josh will be alright. He sustained some severe burns to the left side of his body along with mild scratches and some broken ribs”, she tells you.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. 

“Can I go see him?” you request hopefully.

She frowns. “Not now. He’s in ICU currently for his burns, and only immediate family is let in. I’m sorry. And besides, you took quite a fall. You need to rest for a little longer”.

You slump back onto the bed. You knew you couldn’t argue, because your head hurt so badly.

Defeated, you close your eyes. And, eventually you fall into a quiet, dreamless slumber. 

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Josh x Reader Until Dawn Part 1

Warning: Mentions cursing and mental disorders. 

Word Count: 506

Every one of you! Got my name!

I mean, how does it feel?

Do you enjoy being terrorized? Humiliated? Panicked?

They didn’t get to laugh it off! No, nope, they’re gone!

It’s such a delight to play the puppet master!

“Josh...”, you mumble, softly rubbing your rope burned wrists.

“S-Shut up y/n! Now, now, where was I...?”

Your heart stings at his harsh words.

“No y/n, he doesn’t mean it...”, you console yourself.

When you look into his intense green eyes, however, you don’t get the butterflies in your stomach anymore. Instead, fear stabs at your heart. 

But, there’s something still there. You can see he’s just scared too; he’s trapped in this phase and he can’t get out. You, being his girlfriend of four years, knew him better than anyone else, even Chris. He would never, I mean ever, do anything to intentionally hurt you or his friends. 

It finally dawned on you- He must have stopped taking his medication. 

You remember the first month after losing his sisters. Josh was obviously mentally broken. You and his parents finally convinced him to go to Dr. Hill. The sessions weren’t working as well as hoped, so Hill prescribed him medication. At first, Josh didn’t want to take it, because it made him feel weaker than he already felt. But, one night, after staying up all night, you had convinced him that losing his sisters was very very hard and he was more strong than most people would have been. And, you had convinced him taking medication did not make him weak, it just helped him, and there’s nothing wrong with that. 

So, you guessed that maybe since today was the anniversary of their disappearance, he lost it and put away the medication before taking it.

“Jessica is dead”, you hear Mike whisper.

“W-what?”, Josh asks, obviously surprised.

You see Mike approaching Josh, and you immediately move in front of your boyfriend.

“Mike, back off”, you say threateningly, baring your teeth slightly.

“Oh wow, y/n! Are you really defending this asshole?! Were you in on this too?”, he says, moving closer.

“I was not! Leave Josh alone!”, you yell, pushing Josh slightly back. 

“Y/n move out of the way!”, Mike screams, shoving you on the ground. 

Dizzy from the sudden fall to the ground, you barely see Mike pushing Josh back.

“Did you hear me, Josh? Jessica is dead, AND YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING PAY YOU DICK!”

Time seems to stop. You couldn’t let Mike hurt Josh, you just couldn’t. But then, the stinging of your wrists remind you of the awful thing he has done to you. You look up at Josh. He looks so god damn heartbroken and scared, like a lost puppy. He was just lost again, and he couldn’t help it. 

Before you can question yourself, you jump up in front of Josh and Mike’s fist connects with your jaw, knocking you on the ground hard. You hear Sam, Ashley, and Chris gasp loudly before the world goes dark.

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Until Dawn Characters X Reader

Warning: This story contains sadness (again) and mentions suicide and language. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 244

Mike wails, finding Jessica in the mines.

Gone.

Emily’s eerie silence as she mourns Matt.

Gone.

The extreme disappointment of finding Josh gone forever.

Gone.

Chris’s head rolling in the snow, eyes glazed over forever.

Gone.

Emily’s screams cut short as Mike pulls the trigger.

Gone.

Ashley’s last, lonely breaths.

Gone.

Sam’s blue eyes rolling back as she falls to the ground.

Gone.

Mike’s last moments selflessly pulling out the lighter.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

They say death is the most dreadful, awful thing out there. But, is it really?

“Oh god! Jessica!”

Is death really all that bad?

“Where’s Matt?”

Is slipping into oblivion forever the worst thing that could happen?

“He’s gone! We’re too late!”

Is it because we are afraid of the unknown?

“Ashley let me in ple-”

Are we really afraid of that?

“Mike! Don’t do this! Please!”

Is living in the unknown as awful as living in reality?

“Is that you Jessica?”

So the question stands…

“Mike run!”

Is death…

“Burn motherfuckers!”

…really all that bad?

Clutching your cold hands, you stand over the graves of your eight best friends. Why did they die, and not you?

Why were you forced to carry the burden of living while they got to simply escape into darkness?

Why?

Why?

“Why?”, you cry out, holding your hands tighter.

Suddenly, your tears clear as you place the cold metal to your head.

“I’ll see you guys soon”, you smile as you pull the trigger.

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Hello!

I wanted to let you guys know that requests are open! Feel free to give me ideas for future stories!

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All Until Dawn Characters x Reader

Warning: This does contain cursing and sadness. If you don’t like, I wouldn’t read. 

Word Count: 442

Pain. "How dare you y/n?" Pain. "Are you insane?" Pain. "Never talk to me again y/n!" The cold snow cradles your weak body, holding you tight. Your chest is rising slowly, faintly. The only warmth left in your frail figure is the red substance oozing from your stomach staining the pure snow. "I HATE YOU!" Cool tears fall from your eyes slowly. You were dying, and no one was coming for you. All your friends either disappeared and probably suffered the same fate as you or despised you. You tried to warn them, you really did. But, you ended up suffering for their own ignorance. And now, after buying them enough time to escape, you lay in the snow, forgotten, unloved. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!" Your faint, e/c eyes focus on the snowflakes gently falling. The crystals are so beautiful, so unique. Slowly and softly, you close your eyes for the last time, your last thoughts filled with the delicate snow. *TIMESKIP TO POLICE INTERVIEWS* "Where's y/n?", a soft, meek voice asks. The police officer sighs. "Y/n... didn't make it. We found her body this morning". Cradling her head, Ashley sobs violently, a deep ache in her heart. "Where the hell is she?" "Sir you need to ca-" "NO! Where the fuck is she?" "Sir, she's gone. We found her and-" "No! No, no, no". Mike falls to his knees, letting his tears fall freely. "Did y/n make it?" "Sir, I'm very sorry to inform you that-" "Goddamn it! It's all my fucking fault... All my fault..." Chris sobs as he pulls at his hair, muttering incoherent phrases. "Did everyone make it?" "Ma'am, everyone except for y/n". "What? No, it can't be, please it can't be her". Emily sits in shock as she tries to realize you're gone forever. "Did you find y/n yet?" "Yes, sir, we found her body-" "What? You mean she's... No, no, no, god damn it!" Matt hits the table hard, tears falling from his face. "Is everyone okay?" "Everyone is okay except for one person.." "Who, tell me who!" "Y/n.. We found her body this morning..." "Oh no! Oh no, oh no.." Jessica wails loudly as she covers her eyes. "Ms, I'm afraid we have some bad news". "What?" "Your friend y/n, well she didn't survive. I'm very sorry". Sam doesn't say anything and stares blankly at a wall in a state she would be trapped in for a long time. Boom: Butterfly effect.

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Chris x Reader (Until Dawn) PART 1

*Just a little note: This was first posted on my blog waytooinlovewithfandoms and I just copied and pasted from there onto this blog :)

Warning: this does mention death and sadness and cursing so if you don’t enjoy that, then I wouldn’t recommend reading!

Word Count: 712

"ASHLEY!! No no no no..."   "Please, God no please..." He falls to his knees, clutching the little pink hat in his hands. He had just seen her only a mere five minutes ago. And now, she was gone, forever. He clutches his chest, the tight feeling becoming unbearable as he chokes out a sob. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Chris! Chris!" your voice breaks the blonde hair boy out of his violent sobbing. You don't know how long he's been there- on his knees muttering incoherent phrases. "Chris, hey, hey look at me please", you beg, grabbing his chin gently, your shotgun hitting the ground with a thud. Your heart clenches at the sight- the usually happy, carefree boy you had been best friends with since forever, was broken down so badly that you weren't sure if he'd ever be able to be repaired again. "Chris, come on, please, you have to tell me what happened", you whisper, stroking away his tears. "A-ash", he mumbles out before a new wave of grief hits him hard. Then, you notice something in his hands- the pink beanie, sprayed with crimson blood. You cover your mouth. How could Ashley be dead? Without hesitation, you cling onto Chris's shaking form as you both let your tears go. *rattle* *rattle* You immediately look at the direction of the sound., but Chris doesn't seem to notice it. *rattle* *rattle* Again, you try to locate the sound. But, it stops suddenly, and an eerie silence fills the mines. "Oh my god", you whisper, feeling immensely scared.   ... ... ... CRASH! You scream as you see a Wendigo jump from the trap door only a little ways from where Chris and you are. You jump back instinctively and grab the gun. Chris, however, being in his grief-stricken state, didn't react as fast, causing the Wendigo to pounce on him. Not only did the sight of Chris being pinned helplessly underneath the monster frighten and scare you, but the fact that his face had no emotion whatsoever hurt more. He had given up, you knew that for sure. Without any moment wasted, you pull the trigger, the bullet ricocheting off the Wendigo's head. The force, however, knocked it off of Chris and stunned it. Chris, though, just lay there, tears streaming down his face. "Fuck! Chris come on!", you yell panicked as you run over and try to lift him up. He won't budge though. The Wendigo, on the other hand, was standing up, screeching loudly. "Please, oh my god! Chris! I'm not leaving you, please we have to go NOW!", you scream, grabbing his arm and trying to drag him away. But, you were too late. The Wendigo grabbed you this time, pinning you down. Before it could strike you in the throat with it's razor sharp claws, you zeroed in on the black, familiar tattoo on it's arm. "Hannah?", you whisper, tears soaking your face. The creature halts, and you see something flash in it's clouded eyes. It suddenly notices the little tattoo on your wrist, which is identical to the one on it's arm. Before Hannah and Beth tragically went missing, you and Hannah were best friends. You did almost everything together, including getting matching tattoos your senior year in high school. You both decided to get a butterfly, because Chris always rambled about the "butterfly effect" and how he was very lucky to be friends with the Washingtons and you. Soon after noticing the similar ink imprinted in your skin, "Hannah" released you, speeding off away in the mines. Why she had spared you and Chris, you would never know, but you were glad there was a little part in there left of the past Hannah. Once she was gone, you immediately jumped to your feet and ran over to Chris. "Chris, Chris, please we have to go. There might be others, come on, bud, please", you beg. Finally, after a few moments, you were able to get Chris to his feet. Supporting his body weight slightly, you and him ran through the mines, away from Hannah, away from Ashley. "There there..." "Shh, it's ok" "It'll be alright", Your voice, soft as silk, reassures the broken, damaged boy gently, giving him promised hopes that'll he'll be okay. And, deep deep down, he hopes you're right.