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I Can't Go On Without You
Summary: Max calls up Mike at three am, without any questions asked, Mike goes to her.
Tags: Max Mayfield & Mike Wheeler, Minor Character Death
Its on Ao3 too
“Mike?”
“Max? It’s three in the morning?”
“I know – its… its my mom. Can you come to the hospital please?”
“I’ll be there.”
He doesn’t care to be silent, shoving his shoes on and grabbing a sweater. He doesn’t think of Holly still awake or the fact that his mom had for sure heard him slamming things around as he swipes his keys off the kitchen counter. His walkie is in one hand, the open channel silent as he starts up the car and peels out his driveway loudly, waking up the sleeping neighborhood.
He looked at the time, the numbers 3:12 flashing at him. He easily drives down the empty streets, definitely breaking a few speeding laws as he approaches Hawkins General. He sees Max sitting outside, smoke curling around her in wispy clouds. He gets out, barely remembering to lock his car as he jogs towards her. She looks horrible. Her face is splotchy, bright red against her pale skin and her freckles seemed almost non-existent. She drops the cigarette, putting it out under her shoe before stepping forward and crashing into Mike’s chest.
He instinctively wraps his arms around her, one hand around her waist and the other pressing her head to his neck. He doesn’t know what’s wrong, he doesn't know why she’s at the hospital at three in the morning, but he’s here, holding her tightly as if he could put back all her broken pieces back together. She smells of smoke and cheap rose perfume and her hair feels tangled, the strands being held up by a dingy hair tie. She’s still in her Ralph’s Records uniform: A black bowling shirt with the store name embroidered on the right side of the shirt and her blue ripped jeans.
She pulls away first, her breath still ragged and quick. Her face is still red, and her eyes are bloodshot as she leads him inside, walking past the nurses mulling around the nursing station. He catches their worried looks as Max tightens her grip on his hand, tugging him into the elevator. She stands across from him, arms crossed and her face dejected. Its different from that night in ’85, when they had been standing outside Billy’s hospital room waiting for the doctors to confirm if he was alive or not.
He wasn’t, the Mindflayer destroyed his chest cavity, taking his lungs, heart, and any organs that had gotten in the way.
That was the last time Mike had seen Neil Hargrove, tear marks streaking down his face and Max had muttered something about Neil only crying because he hoped it was him that ended his son, not some measly mall fire. Still, Mike only felt the surface level of empathy for the horrible man with a rotten son.
Almost three years later, Mike feels like he’s still stuck in that moment, the only difference was that the Party wasn’t here. The Byers were still in California, far away from Hawkins as they can get without leaving the country. Dustin wasn’t even in Hawkins either, he was in Utah, spending his winter break with Suzie and Lucas was in Chicago with his parents, looking at some of the schools that had scouted him for the various sports he played.
“My mom got hit.” Max finally says, “A drunk driver drove her into a tree. The driver died on the way to the hospital and my mom, they said she won’t make it.” He pulls her close, hands almost shaking as the elevator finally opens. She pulls away, her shoulders squaring, and she steps out into the flurry of doctors running the floor. She waits and Mike waits with her, waits for the inevitable news that Susan Mayfield died on a cold December night in 1987 because someone decided to drive drunk.
Mike goes in at six thirty to make a promise, hoping to ease Susan Mayfield’s mind.
For the first time in years, Mike prays to a god he’s not sure exist and prays for an easy passing.
Max goes in at six-forty-seven to say goodbye and at seven am on December 19th, 1987, Susan Mayfield succumbs to her injuries.
At seven am, on that snowing morning, Max Mayfield is the last of her family.
At seven am, on that cloudy, cold morning, Max Mayfield becomes an orphan at the age of seventeen.
They leave the hospital almost at midday, Max has to fill out paperwork and she wants to sleep forever once they’re done.
Mike takes them home, sits in the car for a complete thirty minutes with her, takeout slowly cooling at her feet before she sighs heavily and grabs the bags. She heads to his room, whispering a ‘good afternoon’ to Mrs. Wheeler before disappearing up the stairs. Mike realizes suddenly how exhausted he is as his mom meets him in the hall, a worried look on her face. Her hair is brown again, just how it had been before everything went to shit, before his best friend went missing and they were fighting interdimensional monsters every week for the next four years.
He seeks her comfort just like he did when they pulled Will’s fake body out of the water and when the Byers left Hawkins, taking two pieces of him with them.
( He doesn’t mention the day him and El broke up over the phone four months after she moved away and he cried into her lap at fifteen years old)
“Susan is dead.” He whispers, “Can she stay here?”
And Karen Wheeler is a mother, she raised three good, smart kids. She feed the three boys that never left Mike’s side. She let them have free reign of the basement and let them stay as long as their parents let them. With a gentle nod of her head and a kiss to the side of his head along with a whispered promise that she’s always welcomed, does she let him go.
Mike finds Max in one of his shirts. It’s the Hellfire one, he had gotten an extra, paying Eddie an additional twenty dollars he won in a bet with Nancy for it. It was big, hanging off one of her shoulders exposing her collarbone. She was eating her fries, eyes distant as Mike entered his room quietly, the door clicking shut behind him. She doesn’t look at him as he takes his own food and eats it in silence next to her.
When they’re done, Mike closes the curtains as Max gets comfortable on the bed, claiming the side by the wall. The room is engulfed in darkness as Mike crosses his room, blindly gathering their trash and going to throw it away. He comes back a few minutes later, a cup of water in hand. He places it on his bedstand as he slips under the covers with Max. She easily fits herself into his side, her cold hands (they’re always cold and it makes him want to hold her closer, to warm her hands up in between his own) fisting his shirt.
It’s easy, familiar in a way they can’t explain. They’re two parts of a song, completing each other in a way no one but maybe Steve and Robin can relate to. He slides an arm around her waist, pulling her close and tugging the blankets over them. Her chest rattles against his side and its easy to press his lips to the top of her head.
When they wake up, he’ll sit her in between his legs and wrangle her hair out of her knotted ponytail and make her hair pretty with simple plaits he begged Nancy to teach him.
When they wake up, he’ll hold her as she cries.
When they wake up, he’ll promise to never leave her, that wherever she goes, he’ll follow and she’ll give him a watery laugh and ask if he’s planning to replace Lucas, because after everything, the two are still together.
But for now, the two sleep, embraced in the warmth they share. Mike’s humming lulls her to sleep as his hand gently rubs circles over the shirt she had made fun of him for wearing.
For now, on this wretched winter day, Max sleeps knowing that when she wakes up, Mike Wheeler will be there, holding her together as her world continues to shift and change.
#mike wheeler#max mayfield#they deserved so much#MIKE LOVES HIS FRIENDS#Mike and Max are each others Steve and Robin#Max truly loves Mike#Its angsty and sweet#stranger things#post season three#not exactly canon compliant#the other one sort of it
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what the flying flipping fuck is proto-tragedy and why does it apply to the iliad
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my favorite things in drarry fics is when neville gets so distressed when he realizes harry didn’t know of draco’s crush on him
Neville: *In complete disbelief* you didn’t know???
Harry: Was…was it obvious?
Neville: Mate! Was it obvious!? He never shut up about you! It was enough that we hear about you from the firsties, but you would’ve thought you went off and died with the way Malfoy spoke about you
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drawing little things for this au i’ve never done this for any fandom i’ve been in itll mostly be backgrounds almost like pictures with little notes on the back!! I’m so excited
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i am so in love writing about Cassie and Severus i have so many head cannons and one shots
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Cassiopeia to Severus is hanging out by the black lake, late night library dates, sneaking into abandoned classrooms, walking to the boundaries of the Forbidden forest, it’s early mornings at the Astronomy Tower and pre-planned Hogsmeade hang outs, it’s summers at the Black Estate under the old oak tree
Severus to Cassiopeia is fooling around on the school grounds, running through empty halls and late night star gazing, it’s nightly talks and shared blankets, knowing looks across the common room, it’s him taking care of her almost as if it’s instinct, it’s early spring days and stormy winter nights, it’s muggle music and slow dancing, it’s learning the difference between chemistry and potions,
It’s the soft looks, the gentle touches, the pride in their eyes, their voices in each others mind. It’s the reassuring feeling that there’s someone there ready to catch them. It’s anxiously waiting after one is sent on a mission, the worried fretting when they come back injured. It’s easy mornings after the war where they don’t have to worry about dying or leaving, it’s a house, in the middle of a field with the woods as their backyard and the open plains as their front yard.
It’s the moon and his stars.
#severus snape#cassiopeia black#cassiopeia and severus being in love#oneshot#severus snape x original character
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Snape: What are you doing?
Cassiopeia: Trying this new thing with a person’s blood and a tracking spell
Snape:…Does it work?
Cassiopeia: Depends, do you want to know why Reg and James have been in the same broom cupboard for the last hour?
Snape: Not really, no.
Cassiopeia: Then no, it doesn’t.
#regulus black#cassiopeia causing chaos#cassiopeia black#severus snape#cassiopeia is scarily gifted in spells and blood magic#severus is just a little bit in love#jegulus#but very heavily implied
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Cassiopeia Black saves the Potters because everyone deserves to live
“Lily! I know it sounds insane, but please, please get in the briefcase.” Cassiopeia begs, she can already feel Voldemort get near, she can feel his footsteps in her head as she holds open the briefcase. Lily holds Harry close, the one year old peacefully asleep, completely unaware of the dangers that might happen if she doesn’t listen. James has their things in suitcase, shrunken down to fit in his pockets.
James steps forward, towering over her kneeled position behind the opened briefcase, “I swear Black, if you get us killed I will come back and haunt you.” He spat, climbing down the ladder that leads into the inside of the case. Lily gives her an apprehensive look before following after her husband.
Cassiopeia lets out a breath, clicking the briefcase shut. She turns into her Animagus, her bones shifting until she’s in her Peregrine Falcon form. She wraps her talons around the handles of the case, fleeing through an open window just as the alarms go off. The Aurors would arrive soon, but Cassiopeia wasn’t going to stick around and find out.
The wind glided through her wings as she made her way to the country side, a safe house just outside the bounds of human society. There, the rest of the Order should be waiting, injured but alive and amongst them, her brothers.
Once the sun breaks on the morning of the first of November, she reaches the rolling hills, diving into the hidden valley. The wards ripple around her, alerting the rest of her arrival. She swoops down, transforming into her human form just as she touched the ground. She stumbles slightly, the briefcase almost slipping from her hands as she steadies herself.
The door burst open, a big black dog bounding down the stairs. She’s nearly tackled down, her brother’s dog form sniffing for any visible injuries. Regulus appears behind Sirius, a worried look on his face as Sirius moves aside to shift back, grabbing the briefcase just as Cassiopeia collapses into Regulus.
She hears the rest of the Order surround them, hands brushing against her just as exclaims about the Potters filled the otherwise silent morning.
“Someone is waiting for you in the dining area.” Regulus whispers into her hair, “He’s been worried sick.” He pulls away, brushing away some of her hair and curling it behind her ear. He has that look on his face, the same one she had when Kreacher appeared with Regulus that wretched night, cold to the touch.
“I thought you were dead.” She had cried, holding Regulus tightly, “He said you died.”
Regulus had given a painful chuckle, “Oh, Cassie, it would take more than a dark wizard to kill me.”
He presses a kiss to her forehead before pushing her towards the house, watching her nearly trip over herself to get there before he’s tackled by Pandora.
Cassiopeia burst through the door, quickly moving to the kitchen. He was pacing, arms crossed as he stared at the ground harshly.
“Now, what did the poor floor do to you?” She asked, a warm feeling flooding through her when he snaps his head towards her.
He rushes forward, cupping her face in his cold hands. He wasn’t usually so expressive but she can see the relief, fear and adoration clear in his eyes.
“Oh you foolish, foolish witch.” He whispered wetly, his eyes brimmed with tears, “I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again.”
She laughed softly, pressing her forehead against him, “Well Sev, consider it done.”
#Cassiopeia Black#regulus black#sirius black#everyone lives au#the potters#the order of the phoenix#first gen#harry potter#she’s a falcon#severus snape#severus snape x original character
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Sirius: What do you have there?
Cassiopeia: *Holding Severus Snapes hand* A potion?
Regulus: MY LITTLE SISTER??!!
Severus: She’s incredibly persuasive.
Cassiopeia: Call me a snake charmer.
#sirius black#oc tag#cassiopeia causing chaos#regulus black#snape x oc#Snape doesn’t know either#It’s the Black Charm that got him#it worked#severus snape#he’s incredibly down for her
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the queen died on my birthday and i think it’s kinda funny like hurray!! you turned nineteen!! here’s your major world event and its just a dead queen
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Cassiopeia:This is Regulus, my brother, and this is his boyfriend James, and this is James’ girlfriend, Lily, and this is Harry, their son
Regulus: Please stop telling people I’m dating James
#jegulus#but not really#cassiopeia causing chaos#lily thinks it’s funny#james potter#lilly evans#regulus black#oc tag
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I need fics of Neville losing his mind let my man go bat shit crazy
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The weasley twins basically raising Ginny and Ron bc Molly was busy with the others
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Necromancer!Draco and how he became a necromancer in the first place
Draco didn’t make it a habit to find himself in his family’s second library, the room was just as dark and gloomy as the rest of the house. The stillness in the air makes him feel uneasy-well, as uneasy as having the Dark Lord living in your home can make you- and the air is heavy, the dust particles seemingly frozen in time as he makes his way through the towering bookcases.
He didn’t have an actual reason on being in here, just a pull in his gut that had him walking all over the Manor before he ended up in front of the heavy library doors. Still, he walked up and down the dust covered aisles, shaky hands gently crossed behind his back as he reads the spines of the books. Most of them are about Dark Magic, unsurprisingly. He picks one up at random, wrapping his hand around the rather thin spine of the book. It had been shoved almost precariously between “Fifty Thousand Curses” and “The History on the Sister Curses”, as if someone had made an attempt to hide it.
“Beginners Guide to Achieving Necromancy” Written by Amelia Warheart. Draco frowns, flipping the book over. There’s nothing on the back, just some wilted tree and letters scribbled in a language he doesn’t understand. He flips open the book, scanning the table of contents before sliding down, holding the book carefully between his hands.
What can go wrong?
A lot, apparently.
#draco revives people for funsies#draco malfoy and the dangers of necromancy#he shouldn’t have picked up the book tbh#death is beautiful#they’re besties#harry potter au#haven’t figured out the ship#Might just make it Nottblafoy#do they even have a ship name#blaise zabini#theodore nott
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brainrotting necromancer!draco who is bffs with Death and has resurrected the student body of hogwarts because it wasn’t their time yet before disappearing off the face of the earth and becoming a little village doctor im having so many thoughts rn
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