This blog has long periods of activity followed by even longer periods of inactivity. I probably won’t be writing Until Dawn fanfiction again, but I have been contemplating writing some Fallout 4 stuff. Sorry to those who are disappointed as a result.
Hi!!!! Love your blog, I really like the way you write Mike!!!!!But maybe if it is okay with you, Can I start requesting relationship headcanons for the girls of Until Dawn? Just wanted to make sure that it is good with you before I start asking,,,
that ending was so, so, SO perfect!! i loved every bit of it and im so glad you wrote it. its probably my favorite until dawn fanfiction ever?? it was so well written and everything about it was so well put together. thank you so much for writing it!
Thank you so so much! I’m really happy that I got to contribute to the fandom and make something that you enjoyed. Thank you for reading and being a part of the experience, I love you!! <3
maybe some mike x reader headcanons for AFTER the second year event?? like the interview, the hospital etc etc?
Mike would not let go of the reader when they got picked up by the helicopter. The police had to pry them apart for the interviews.
When Mike finally saw that Jessica was still alive, he rushed to her side, but the reader’s hand was still clasped tightly in his.
The reader found out that Mike almost shot Emily right after their interviews. Mike all but broke down in the reader’s arms after Em confronted him.
The reader shared a room in the hospital with Sam.
The growing friendship between Mike and Sam was pretty obvious. Whenever the reader walked into his hospital room, she would often be there chatting with him.
The reader was in the hospital for two weeks, whereas Mike was only in it for one.
Even though his dream job is President, he was also considering being a police officer. After the events on the mountain he decided he had seen enough violence and gave up on that.
Hi. so firstly I wanna say that I love hypothermia, I check every day to see if you upadted (honestly!). I think if you're not 100% convinced with the idea of a sequel, don't do it. I DO however wish we got to see more Mike&(YN) scenes because there wasn't THAT much in this story. Maybe you could write little imagines about that pair. So you don't have to come up with proper plot but just little ideas here and there which gives us a look into the Mike (YN) relationship. Like blurbs but longer :)
Honestly, this is the best suggestion for what I should do that I have gotten and I think I’m going to go with that.
That means no sequel, but if you guys want to send me prompts about the Hypothermia reader x Mike, I’d be all for writing more about them.
As for the sequel that I was planning out, I think I’m going to omit the reader and just write it for the original characters in the game.
You jumped slightly when someone knocked on your front door.
When they had finally let you leave the hospital, you had rushed home, eager to be among the familiar and comforting once more. Mike shared the apartment with you, but when they had given him the “okay” to go home he had decided he wanted to spend some time with his parents; you hadn’t seen him since you had run into him at the hospital while visiting Jessica. So you were alone for a few days, and that was perfectly fine with you. Nothing felt the same, but you were doing what you could to bring things back to normal.
You set down your book and stood with a sigh; you were just getting to the good part, too. You walked to the door slowly, your body still aching from your excursion on the mountain, and peered through the peephole before opening it.
“Hey Mike,” you said, happy to see that it was him on the other side of the door. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled gently, “Yeah, I just saw Jess at the hospital, so I thought I’d drop by.” His face still wore the bruises of what he’d been through and his black eye had since turned into a sickening yellow color. The stitches on his fingers were already beginning to heal, but his eyes still held a darkness and pain that hadn’t been there before you’d gone up to the mountain.
“Come on in, then,” you told him, feeling only mildly awkward at inviting him into his own house. “How is she?”
He looked the living room over with unfocused eyes, his attention never settling as he scanned the pictures on the walls. “She’s… she’s good. The doctors say she should be able to leave pretty soon.”
“That’s good...” you replied and sat down, growing somewhat nervous at his odd behavior. After a beat of silence, you worked up the courage to bring it up. “Mike, what’s wrong?”
He finally looked at you and took a seat next to you on the couch. “It’s… nothing,” he said, shaking his head before sighing in defeat. “She broke up with me.”
Oh.
It wasn’t exactly right to say that you had seen it coming, but the revelation didn’t come as a shock. Matt and Emily had split up pretty soon after you had all arrived at the hospital, and you knew that they weren’t the only ones growing apart. The relationships that each of you had had with each other were changed now, and some were not for the better. Clearly Jessica had realized that.
“Oh, Mike, I’m sorry,” you told him, but he just smiled at you.
“In a way,” he said, his voice not quite as confident as it usually was, “It’s kind of a relief. I mean, she’s been spending so much time with Matt lately, and I just kind of felt like I wasn’t really making her happy anymore, you know?”
You nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. While there was a slight tremor in his words, he didn’t sound regretful; instead, he seemed to be building up towards something.
“I mean, things before… they were so much different. I can’t even believe the things I used to think, it was all so selfish. I liked Jess and all, but I didn’t really have my head right.
“But then I almost lost her. Then I almost lost you. I could have gotten you both killed. If I had fucked up any more on that mountain than I already did, maybe no one would have made it out. God, you have no idea what that thought does to me.”
Your heart ached at the look he was wearing as he stared at the floor. For some reason, he had decided to peg the blame on himself, though he hardly deserved it. “Mike-”
“Stop,” he said sternly, but a nervous smile broke out on his face moments later. “This is hard enough to do already, okay?” He took a breath slowly before continuing.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you. And I felt so guilty about it, first because I thought Jess was dead, and then because she wasn’t. It was eating me up inside, especially because it wasn’t the first time that I had wanted to do that. To kiss you, I mean. But I love Jess, and I couldn’t just break up with her, and… so she broke up with me.”
At this point you were lost for words, staring up at him with big wide eyes while he talked through his scattered thoughts. You weren’t stupid, you could tell where this was going, but he didn’t really seem to know what he was feeling. Then again, neither did you.
“The first thing I did was come here. I don’t really know what I was thinking, or even if I was thinking, but I came here.”
“Well, you do live here,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Yeah. But it’s kind of like it was on the mountain. When all that shit was happening, I wasn’t thinking about her, I was thinking about you. I mean, sure I was freaking about her when she got taken, but after that… Finding out about Josh, the wendigos, and everything, I was thinking about you.”
“Well I was thinking about you too,” you said gently. “It’s not bad, just a reflex. We have known each other forever.”
He paused for a moment, mulling over what you had said. “When I set off the explosion in the sanatorium,” he started again slowly, “When I thought you were dead, it was worse than losing Jessica. It was more than just a reflex, okay? And it was more than just a reflex now. I came to see you because you’re what matters.”
The last sentence left you breathless for a few moments. Part of you wanted to kiss him or dance around the room or celebrate somehow, but the other part kept you from doing so. Mike was a known womanizer, flying from girl to girl so quickly that it made anyone rightly cautious. Was he just coming to you because Jess had dumped him? Did he actually want you, or would he care if it was someone else.
Next to you, Mike laughed nervously. “Can you, um… say something? Cause I’m kind of out of my comfort zone right now and your silence isn’t really making me feel any better.”
You locked eyes with him and all of your protests fell from your thoughts. He said your name softly, his brow furrowed as his eyes scanned your face for some kind of a signal. It was a look you were familiar with; anytime you had been upset growing up, your best friend had been right there, searching for ways to help.
This wasn’t some guy looking for his next lay, it was your best friend who cared just as much for you now as he always had.
You took a breath and steeled yourself; he was so close to you, his skin just a breath away from yours. He looked lost, like all the girlfriends in the world couldn’t have prepared him to face you, and you decided that you wanted him.
This time, the kiss wasn’t desperate, it was slow, tentative if only on his part, and you could have laughed at yourself, that you had held yourself back so intently as if a kiss could have undone worlds. His lips were softer than they had been up on the mountain, though you supposed you could attribute that to cold winter air and the stress of the situation, and they moved against yours calmly and perfectly. When you finally pulled away, it felt as if your heart might burst from the look he was giving you.
Mike swallowed visibly, like something was stuck in his throat, and then gave you a smirk. “Is that your way of telling me that I matter too?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his words as he stared at you like you had just saved his life.
You laughed and shook your head. “Did it work?” you asked him.
You fully expected him to keep teasing you, but instead he just leaned in and claimed your lips again. You were both laughing as you kissed, the giggles spilling out of you and filling the other with a wholeness you had never felt before.
Maybe you would never be the same after what had happened. You had slept with the lights on since you had gotten back and if the thermostat dropped too low it sent you into a state of panic. But in that moment, you could have sworn that you would be alright.
Please do more Hyphotermia, its such a good story! I want more, please! I am dieing to read more, thank you for all. Have a nice day!
The last chapter should be out by tomorrow. If it isn’t, send me messages and bug me until I get it out. I lose motivation pretty quickly and you guys really help me get it back <3
Okay, with only one chapter left in Hypothermia, most of you should have - or should soon have - a pretty clear idea of if you’re happy with the way the story was wrapped up or not.
So if you feel that the fic that I’ve written is good as is and that I should finish it off where I intended to end it please like this post.
If you want a sequel, which will likely not be as long as Hypothermia is, reblog this post, ideally with your reasons in the tags.
wait so the sequel is definitely a no? bummer. im sad about it but i understand why you wouldn't want to start writing it... even if we'll never get a sequel i still have to congratulate you on your amazing work on hypothermia! ITS THE BEST!!
It’s a “probably not.” I’m still thinking on it, but I don’t want you guys to get your hopes up.
But thank you so much!! Even if it’s a small part of the fandom that reads and enjoys my stuff (like only around 30 people) I still didn’t expect to get that many readers. So thank you to each and every one of you!
HOLY SHIT!!! THAT HYPOTHERMIA CHAPTER WAS AMAZING PLEASE TELL ME YOURE WRITING A SEQUEL PRETTY PLEASE IM DYING FOR IT!!
Thank you so much <3
But I don’t really know if I’m going to write a sequel… It’s been pretty hard staying on top of Hypothermia to begin with and that was with a clearly outlined plot. I don’t want to start something and make you all excited and eager to read it just to not be able to finish it and disappoint you guys. So I guess at this point, for me to be set on doing a sequel, a LOT of people would have to want it…
By the time you and Mike made it back to the lodge, Sam was already at the door. “Guys, come on, are you in there?! Let me in!” she cried frantically and pounded on the glass, groaning from the cold and the fear.
“Sam,” Mike said, catching her attention. She whipped around to face him, letting out a scared gasp.
“J- Mike! Oh gosh,” she exclaimed with wide eyes, “You look terrible.” He was still reeling from what had happened to Josh, and you bit your lip when you saw the dead expression he was wearing. He blamed himself what had happened.
“Gonna look worse if we stay out here,” he said, glancing around. “Come on.”
Sam picked a rock off the ground and used it to break the glass on the door, then reached through the hole and unlocked it. You followed them inside, shuddering at the sight of the empty foyer; the place had looked so alive and warm just hours ago. Mike stood next to you, looking just as lost as he had on your way back to the lodge. You reached out to touch his arm in comfort, but he shrugged you off and avoided your eyes.
“Mike, what happened to Josh?”
You turned to Sam in surprise at her question. “Sam-” you started, not wanting to force him to talk about it, but Mike reached out a hand and touched your shoulder to stop you.
“It got him,” he whispered, guilt heavy in his voice.
“God,” Sam groaned, her voice holding more resignation than grief, “What an awful way to go.” You knew she was just as sad as you and Mike, but she didn’t sound at all surprised at the revelation.
You looked around the empty room for any sign of where your friends might have gone, though you weren’t exactly optimistic at their chances of survival. The last time you had seen any of them had been either before any of this shit had gone down, or just after it had. Who knew what kind of hell each of them had been through tonight, not to mention if they were able to survive it.
“What do you think we should do?” Sam asked, folding her arms around herself.
“We should check the basement,” Mike replied. “Might be someone left down there.”
You nodded, though you couldn’t help but doubt the likelihood that you would find anyone. You trudged after him, your frozen feet complaining at the movement, and succeeded in not tripping down the stairs on your way into the basement. This time, when you slipped your hand into Mike’s, he didn’t resist and instead squeezed it weakly.
The basement was just as empty as the first floor. None of you really spared a glance around the silent area before heading into the movie room, knowing that your loud friends would make their presence known immediately if they were there.
“How do you rate our chances of survival?” Sam asked from ahead of you, her pace slow as she headed towards the door on the opposite end of the theater.
You gave a short, tired laugh, “Oh, you think there’s a chance?” Sam smiled at you, though it was strained; Michael didn’t take your humor as well.
“I’m trying not to think about it,” he said with a sigh, his voice more weary than it had been all night.
You didn’t have long to ponder on it though, when suddenly Chris jumped out of the door shouting, “GO GO GO!” You jumped, your exhausted mind scrambling to comprehend what was happening in front of you.
Emily and Ashley burst out of the hallway after him, both of them screaming as they sprinted out of the theater. “RUN!!” Mike cried from behind you, grabbing your hand and tugging you with him. You tripped up the stairs and fell on your stomach, groaning in frustration and pain, but Mike just pulled you back to your feet and kept running.
Ahead of you, Emily, Chris, and Ashley had stopped and were frozen in place. Your instincts screamed at you to keep going, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what had compelled them to stop when the danger was so close behind you, but Mike threw a hand out in front of you, forcing you to stay still. You looked at him for an explanation, but his eyes were glued to something in front of him, horror clear on his face.
There was a wendigo on the hanging fixture above the room, its cold stare surveying the room, though it hadn’t moved yet. It was Hannah. It felt like your lungs had forgotten how to breath.
Sam ran into the room, still unaware of the monster’s presence, her footsteps heavy on the ground. Mike’s head turned to look at her, fearful of what would happen to her if she didn’t realize what was going on soon. Thankfully, her eyes flitted upward for a moment and she stopped in her tracks, panic taking over her face.
“Don’t. Move.” Mike’s voice was as quiet as it had been before. “Don’t fucking move a muscle.”
Not moving was nearly impossible when your lungs were still heaving from running away and your limbs were all but ready to give out on you. If Mike wasn’t next to you, silently giving you the will to keep going, you weren’t sure that you could have lasted.
As if things couldn’t get any worse, the two wendigos that had been chasing you crawled up from out of the basement. Your breath caught as one landed not a foot away from you, though the beasts continued to jump around, their attention only on each other. Slowly, Michael pulled you away, though you were only able to move a few feet without catching the wendigos’ attention.
One jumped onto Hannah, and the two wrestled with each other, screeching loudly and making your skin crawl. The skirmish ended quickly as Hannah threw it through the stairs, where you had been standing only seconds ago, and then onto the fireplace.
Next to you, Mike was getting an idea. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he looked from the light bulb on the wall to the now exposed gas pipe to the light switch and back again. From across the room, Sam was obviously catching on too, and she nodded when they locked eyes.
Mike let go of your hand and cautiously crept away, heading for the light. You were only able to keep your eyes on him for a moment before the remaining wendigos drew your eyes away.
As Hannah ripped the head off of the other wendigo, Sam slowly took a step back, hoping to move closer to the door. But the floor creaked beneath her, the sound echoing through the quiet house, and Hannah turned towards her and shrieked loudly. She crept towards Sam, looking around for more movement, but before she could hone in on her exact location, something awful happened.
You collapsed.
Your legs had been shaking for a while now, and without Mike to hold you up, you had had a feeling that they wouldn’t hold out much longer. You fell to the floor with a crash and Hannah’s attention quickly turned towards you.
Mike had made it to the bulb and broken the glass. He turned, relieved that he had accomplished it without the monsters catching on, but the feeling didn’t last long; the giant wendigo was less than two feet from where you lay sprawled on the ground. His heart fell to the floor. “NO!” he cried, taking a step towards you, but it was busy with you, its claws inches from your face.
You swallowed the urge to scream and run, knowing that that would get you killed for sure.
“Hannah!” Mike yelled desperately, this time catching the monster’s focus and it let out another blood-curdling scream. “That’s right, ugly, get your ass over here!”
It leapt towards him and the horror you had felt when you were the one in danger multiplied tenfold as Hannah got nearer and nearer to him.
“Hey!”
You almost couldn’t hear Sam above the pounding in your ears, but Hannah was once again pulled away from her target. She stalked towards Sam this time, and Mike used the distraction to creep towards you and pull you gently to your feet.
With Sam leading the wendigos away from you, the two of you backed slowly towards the door. The distance seemed endless and you almost couldn’t believe it when you felt the snow crunch beneath your feet; Michael clutched you close to him when you let out a silent sob of relief.
Sam was quick to follow behind you, sprinting out of the lodge and bringing an explosion with her that threw the three of you headfirst into the snow.
The lodge was on fire. You were safe.
How did you end up in the sanatorium?
I… he chased me. Outside. I was so cold… I didn’t know what was in there.
What was in there?
…Mike. I found Mike.
So you were down in the mines? What did you see down there?
An alternative take focusing on Mike’s point of view during the beginning of Chapter 8 in Hypothermia. You aren’t missing much by not reading this, I just felt like writing it out.
The sanatorium, Mike noted, was just as creepy as it had been when he had left it just hours before. It seemed there had been a cave-in over the center of the chapel, and the wolves were gone, but other than that, the decrepit, old building was just the same.
His goal was the Psychiatric Ward, but the door that would lead him down the hall towards it was locked up tight, and no amount of shaking it would get it to open. He let go of the chain link door with a sigh and began searching the room for another way through.
After a few minutes of looking around, he found an old and beaten up torch as well as a small hand cannon. He felt a lot better with a gun in hand, and he made his way back into the main room of the chapel with confidence.
“Mike?”
His heart nearly stopped when he heard a raspy whisper come from the front of the room, his head turning instinctively towards the noise while his arm raised his gun in defense-
But it was you.
You stared at him with wide eyes before limping quickly towards him. The torch dropped out out of his hand and he opened his arms and wrapped them around you as soon as you were close enough.
He felt tears prick his eyes at the sudden revelation that you were alive and safe and in his arms; he wouldn’t have to add your name to the list of friends he had lost tonight. Your arms were hanging weakly onto the back of his coat and he could feel you trembling.
When you pulled your face out of his neck and looked up at him with watery eyes, Mike felt a sudden desire to kiss you. He wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with the urge, he had found himself daydreaming about you quite often over the many years he had known you, but the sudden and intense attraction he had towards you now surprised him.
“Y-you have n-no idea how glad I am to see you,” you said, pulling him from his thoughts, and he blushed slightly when he realized that he had been staring at your lips.
He laughed at your words, knowing that you would have no clue how much he had worried over you in the last few hours. “I think I have some idea,” he said, ducking his head into the crook of your neck and clutching you to him. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve been better,” you replied. It was only then that Mike realized just how cold your skin was and how broken your voice sounded. He raised his hands to your face, flinching at the icy feeling of your cheeks, before slipping his arms out of his jacket. “Holy shit, you’re freezing!” he cried out, “Where’s your coat?”
“B-back at the lodge, pr-pr-probably,” you said, your teeth chattering. He held out the green coat he had found, offering it to you. But you shoved it back towards him, mumbling, “Mike, don’t, you need it. B-besides, I don’t… I don’t even feel cold anymore.”
He rolled his eyes. Your words were stuttered out through chattering teeth, your skin clammy and pale, and you didn’t even have sleeves to cover your arms, yet you insisted that you weren’t cold? “Take the coat,” he told you.
“No!”
If he weren’t so worried about your well being, he might actually force the coat onto your body. “You’re freezing! You need to put something on or you’ll get hypothermia!”
“P-pretty sure I’ve hit that point already, actually,” you said, and his eyes widened. Just how long had you been outside? “Put your coat back on.”
“Fine, you don’t want the coat?” he said, realizing that the only way to win this argument was to out-stubborn you, “I don’t want it either. I guess I’ll just leave it here…”
“Ugh, fine, I’ll t-take the stupid coat!” you yelled and he smirked in triumph. He handed it to you and helped your fumbling fingers zip it up.
“What are you doing here, anyways?” he asked, concern for you eating away at him once more.
“I was running from… from this maniac and I… I ended up here,” you said, your eyes squinting as if you couldn’t really remember.
“Oh,” he said, his stomach dropping slightly. “That must have been Josh.”
“What?”
“Josh… he tried to pull this… “prank” on us. He’s not right in the head.” As he talked, he could feel anger growing in him. Maybe the lunatic hadn’t killed Jessica, but if he had chased you out of the lodge and consequently caused you to be in this state, then… He took a deep breath and tried to move on. “But that’s not our biggest problem right now,” he said at last.
“Mike, what are you talking about?”
“Listen to me,” he said, his breathing picking up at the thought of the wendigos. It was hard to try to keep you calm when he could barely stay calm himself. “We need to move. But what’s happening on this mountain right now? It isn’t safe. We need to get to Josh, in the mines. We need to get the cable car keys and get out of here.”
You seemed hesitant to trust him with so little information, but he was grateful when you simply asked, “Do you know where to go?”
He nodded slowly, recalling the map from the stranger’s journal. “I think so.” When you nodded, he grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly to reassure you.
But instead of squeezing back like you usually did, you dropped it like his touch had burned you. “Oh my god, Mike!”
He stared at you for a moment, confusion running through his head at your actions before he remembered that he had lost a few fingers. He raised his hand to inspect it, still not used to the missing appendages. “It’s okay,” he told you, his heart wrenching at the look you were giving him, “I just got my hand stuck in a dumb trap. I’m okay.”
Your voice was thick with sadness when you let out a soft, “Oh Mike.”
“It’s okay,” he repeated, “We gotta move, okay?”
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