Emo Trinity x Reader

Mikey Way x Reader - Blood

Requested on Tumblr
Warnings: blood
Word count: 1 295

The first time you met Mikey was at a bar. It had been a Saturday evening and you had been out with friends when he stared talking to you. He was handsome and smart and you liked him immediately. You enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy yours but at the end of the night you went your separate ways. One week later you met him again, at the same bar. Again you talked and this time you exchanged numbers. From there on you met almost every evening. You went to clubs and bars, or you spent the evening at his home, watching movies or kissing. But you always only had the time between evening and morning. Mikey always had to leave for his job early and your job took your time until the late evening. But you did not mind. The time with him was worth barely sleeping.

Today was a night as any other. You had been to one of the local bars and when Mikey had started kissing you, you decided to take this somewhere else. Right now he was trying to unlock the door while his soft lips eagerly worked against yours.

"Just take your time to unlock the door properly," you giggled as Mikey missed the keyhole for the fifth time.

"Forget it," he mumbled against your lips, "I can do it!"

Two tries later he finally had unlocked the door and gently pushed you inside. Laughing you strode inside towards the kitchen while Mikey closed the door.

"Hey, where are you going," he whined as he noticed that you already were halfway through the room.

"Making tea, do you want some?"

"You're weird," he mumbled, unable to keep a straight face.

You just smiled at him and turned around before disappearing in the kitchen.

Mikey followed you like a lost puppy. Your body, your voice, your smell, your character were addicting to him. You were the drug he could not get away from; you were the best reason to get through the day.

Like in a trance he watched you filling water in the water boiler, setting up two cups and putting tea bags in them. He watched you running your hands through your hair and biting your lips impatiently as you waited for the water to boil.

When the water boiled, you filled it into the two cups, picked them up and turned around to Mikey.

"Is it fun staring at me," you wondered with a playful grin.

"Great fun," Mikey smiled, slightly embarrassed.

You pushed past Mikey back into the living room, putting down the cups on the table and sitting on the sofa.

"Come here," you demanded, patting the space next to you. Mikey immediately followed your wish and sat down close next to you, his eyes fixed on your face and wandering down to your lips every other moment.

With a mischievous smile you lent forward until your lips were hovering over Mikey's. You could feel him tremble in anticipation to feel you kiss him again.

"You tease," he whispered, closing the distance between you. The kiss was passionate, his lips eagerly working against yours to continue what your little tea-break had interrupted.

His calloused hand started roaming your body, massaging circles into your waist while your hands tangled in this soft hair. Slowly he stared to move away from your lips, kissing down your chin and jawline, getting closer to your neck. You tried not to whimper or moan, not wanting to give him this satisfaction yet. You could feel Mikey smile through sloppy kisses because he knew how much effort it was for you not to make a sound. You wrapped your fingers tighter into his locks, pulling him as close as possible to your body. Feeling his hot breath fanning over your skin sent a shiver down your spine. Slowly he started kissing along your neck, to your pulse point where he gently started sucking on your skin. A tiny moan escaped your lips, when suddenly-

"Ouch!" a sharp pain shot through your body, coming from your neck. Instinctively you shoved Mikey away, bringing a hand to you neck and covering the hurting spot.

Mikey jumped up from the sofa, turning away, mumbling unintelligible words. You pulled your hand away from your neck, taking a look at it. Red liquid, blood, covered a part of your hand. "Did you just bite me," you asked unbelieving. Mikey liked biting you sometimes, but he had never drawn blood before.

"I'm sorry, (y/n), I'm so sorry," he apologized, still turned away from you.

"It's okay... it just hurt," you answered confused. You felt bad for Mikey because he seemed really upset about hurting you. "It's not that bad."

"But it shouldn't have happened; it was stupid, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you tried to reassure him.

You stood up from the sofa, walking over to him to place a hand on his shoulder. You tried to turn him around to you but when he did not move, you walked around him. Tears were glistening in his eyes and his hands were wrapped over his mouth.

"Hey sweetheart," you tried to calm him down.

Carefully you reached up and pulled his hands away from his mouth. That's when you saw them. Sharp, pointy, white teeth, like fangs. Your eyes grew wide and shocked you stumbled a few steps back.

"What are those?" Your voice was shaking and you could feel all blood rushing out of your face.

Mikey stared at you, shocked as well, but he answered anyway. "That's a part of me you never should've seen."

Your breath was uneven, dots were dancing in front of your eyes. "What part?"

Mikey took a shaky breath, tears starting to run down his cheeks. "The part of me that is a vampire."

"I'm serious, Mikey," you told him. But you were scared. You did not believe in supernatural beings, but how did these teeth grow all of a sudden. Carefully you took a step back, getting closer to the front door.

"I am serious," Mikey assured you. His voice was shaking. "Why do you think we only meet at night?"

"Because of our jobs!"

"And what about the weekends? Have you never wondered why I work at weekends too?"

He was right, you never had thought about that. You had just accepted it.

"I can't move around in daylight, that's why we only ever meet when the sun is down," he explained, taking a step into your direction but you backed away.

"So you can also turn into a bat and fly around," you asked sarcastically, still not believing him.

"Don't be silly, (y/n). That would be ridiculous," Mikey told you.

"And what about blood, do you drink blood?"

"Hardly, once or twice a month maybe, the rest of the time normal food is enough," he patiently tried to explain.

But you had enough. By now he had said enough weird things to freak out completely, no matter whether he was a vampire or not.

"I've heard enough, I'm out of here," you decided and ran towards the door.

"No, (y/n), wait!" Mikey leapt forward and grabbed your hand.

"Don't touch me, don't fucking touch me!" you yelled, swatting his hand away.

He listened, standing frozen as he watched you storm out the door. His heart broke as he realized his world, you, were slipping though his fingers and he was unable to do anything but hope you would come back to him once you were over the shock. But he was not sure you would.

"(Y/n), wait!" He yelled running after you.

But you were already out the door, running down the corridor, slammed the front door shut and disappeared into the dark of the night.