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era: post-off the wall

contents/warnings: vampire!michael x fem!reader, blood, a bit of angst, fluff, reader got cheated on, near death experience, michael taking too much blood, friends to lovers, VERY long drabble, reader is more amazed than scared, ect

summary: after catching your boyfriend cheating, you call michael crying, begging him to come over. he does, but the longer he stays, the hungrier he becomes, and sooner or later, he can’t control himself.

w/a: hey guys it’s marri !! i’m writing this fic with eye open because im so tired. if you see any spelling mistakes no you dont. i hope you guys enjoy!!

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wind hammered against the windows of your house, the city outside blurred into streaks of gold and gray. your television glowed quietly in the corner, though neither you nor michael were really paying attention to it anymore. empty snack wrappers littered the coffee table beside a half-finished board game neither of you had managed to complete. you sat curled against the couch cushions with a blanket over your legs, exhaustion heavy behind your eyes. the breakup had happened only hours earlier, but it already felt like days had passed.

it was supposed to be a joyful day, it was the second anniversary of you guys being together. even though michael didn’t approve of him, you were blinded by the feeling of love. you went out to get some groceries so you can throw a intimate party with you guys together and some friends. low and behold when you get home he’s with some other woman, in your bed. oh you were so pissed off, how dare he disrespect you like that? you threw them both out and immediately called michael. michael had arrived less than thirty minutes after your frantic phone call. you’d expected him to maybe stay an hour, offer comfort, and leave. instead, he’d shown up carrying junk food, card games, and that gentle smile that always made your nerves settle. and somehow, for a little while, he’d managed to make you forget everything.

“he cheated” you muttered bitterly, staring at the game board. “and then he acted like I was overreacting.” across from you, michael shook his head slowly. his dark curls fell around his face as he leaned back against the couch. “he’s a fool,” he said softly. “anyone who hurts you is.” your chest tightened painfully at the sincerity in his voice. you laughed weakly as he dramatically held up one of the game cards. “ but you absolutely cheated during uno.” his eyes widened innocently. “i would never!” “you stacked four draw cards on me!” “it’s a strategy.” “thats evil and causes pain and misery.” michael bursts into laughter. the sound filled your house so completely it almost erased the ache in your chest. almost completely, because every once in a while, the memory of your ex flashed through your mind again, leaving behind another sting. michael noticed every single time. his expression softened as he watched you pull the blanket tighter around yourself. “you okay?” he asked quietly. you nodded automatically. he tilted his head. “you don’t gotta pretend with me.” that nearly broke you. your eyes burned suddenly, and you looked away before tears could spill over. “i just… i feel stupid,” you admitted. “i gave him everything.” michaels jaw tightened subtly. the room fell quiet except for the rain pounding down from the meanest storm clouds. you didn’t notice the way michaels gaze lingered on your pulse. didn’t notice how still he’d become.

he swallowed hard and quickly looked away. “you want another movie?” he asked suddenly. you smiled faintly. “only if you stop criticizing every horror movie vampire.” “they’re inaccurate,” he said immediately. you laughed softly. “how would you know?” for the briefest moment, something unreadable crossed his face. then he smiled again.“lucky guess.” hours passed far too quickly. by midnight, the storm outside had worsened. thunder rolled through the sky while the living room glowed dimly under warm yellow lamps. you sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch now, lazily flipping through channels while michael absentmindedly played with the edge of the blanket. you were tired, but for the first time all day, you didn’t feel miserable. michael made everything feel lighter somehow, almost safer. you turned toward him with a small smile. “thanks for coming over.” his eyes met yours instantly. “always.” the word came out so soft it barely sounded intentional. something fluttered nervously in your stomach. michael looked away first. that was when you noticed something was… off. he’d gone strangely tense again. his breathing seemed uneven now, shoulders rigid beneath the red sweater he wore. one of his hands clenched tightly against his knee like he was trying to control something. “you okay?” you asked. “i should probably head home.” the words came too quickly. you blinked. “what?” michael stood abruptly from the couch. “it’s late.” you frowned. “michael, it’s storming outside.” “i know, but-” “please don’t go.” he froze. you stood too, blanket slipping from your shoulders. “i just.. really don’t wanna be alone tonight, please.” michael shut his eyes briefly. the scent of your blood was everywhere. warm, sweet, overwhelming. 

he’d ignored it for hours, distracted by your laughter and your smile and the way you kept leaning against him without realizing how dangerous that was for him. but the longer he stayed, the harder it became, and now you were standing close enough for him to hear your heartbeat. god. he took a shaky step backwards. you immediately noticed. “michael?” “im fine.” he said too quickly. “you don’t look fine.” his jaw clenched, every instinct in him screamed to leave. but then you looked at him with those tired, pleading eyes, and he knew he was already doomed. “please stay.” you whispered. michael stared at you helplessly. “okay, i’ll stay..” relief flooded your face instantly, and it nearly destroyed what little control he had left. you smiled softly. “thank you.” he nodded stiffly, you didn’t notice how pale he’d become. around two in the morning, the apartment had gone quiet. the movie playing on the television had long since become background noise. you sat tucked against michaels side beneath the blanket, your head resting against his shoulder while rain battered the windows outside. michael hadn’t moved in nearly twenty minutes, his entire body felt rigid beside you. you finally looked up at him properly and immediately sat up straighter. “michael.” he avoided your eyes. “what’s wrong?” “nothing.” “don’t lie to me.” his throat bobbed.

you reached for his hand instinctively, only to pause in surprise. his skin was freezing. “jesus, you’re cold.” michael inhaled sharply the second your fingers touched him. your pulse jumped beneath your skin, he heard it, felt it, smelled it. every thought in his mind fractured instantly. you stared at him in confusion as his eyes squeezed shut. “michael?” “i should leave.” “there you go again.” you frowned. “did I do something wrong?” his eyes snapped open immediately. “no no, god no.” the answer came so fiercely it startled you. “you didn’t do anything wrong,” he said more softly. “you never do.” your heart skipped. michael looked away again like he regretted saying it. the tension in the room became almost unbearable. then you noticed something strange, his eyes. for one impossible second, they looked red. you blinked hard. when you looked again, they were dark brown once more. “michael??” he looked exhausted now. miserable, even. “i need to tell you something,” he whispered. nervous laugh escaped you. “okay?” michael stared down at his trembling hands. “you’re gonna think I’m insane.” “try me.” silence stretched painfully. then finally, “i-im not human.” you blinked. “har har har michael very funny.” “y/n im serious.” “what?”

he looked up at you then, and this time there was no hiding it, his eyes glowed crimson in the dim apartment lighting. you jerked backward with a gasp. michael flinched immediately like he expected you to scream. instead, you just stared. “no way,” you whispered. “i know how it sounds” “you’re serious?” slowly, he nodded. your mind raced wildly, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. “that’s impossible.” “i wish it was.” he looked genuinely ashamed. the fear you should’ve felt never fully came, because he was still your michael. the same michael who spent all evening making you laugh because he hated seeing you cry. the same michael who came running the second you needed him. “you’re a… vampire?” you asked carefully. he gave a tiny nod. “that’s why you’ve been acting weird?” “yes.” you swallowed hard. michael left the couch instantly, putting a distance between you both. “i tried to leave before things got worse.” “what do you mean worse?” he didn’t answer immediately. when he finally looked at you again, his expression was tortured. “your blood.” your breath caught. michael looked horrified with himself. “the smell is driving me crazy.” the confession hung heavily between you. “but I would never hurt you,” he added immediately. “never.” you believed him, completely. still, your pulse raced nervously. michael noticed instantly. he turned away sharply, jaw clenched tight. “see?” he muttered bitterly. “that right there, your heartbeat. i can hear it.” you stared at him quietly. “i’m trying so hard.” the vulnerability in his voice nearly shattered your heart. he sounded afraid, not of you, for you. you stood up front of him and stepped closer carefully. “you haven’t hurt me.” “not yet.” “but you won’t.” his eyes lifted toward yours again. the yearning there made your breath hitch. like he wanted something he hated himself for wanting. you suddenly realized how close you’d gotten. michael’s gaze dropped briefly to your throat. then immediately away again. “i-i need you to stay back.” instead, you whispered, “are you hungry?” his entire body went still. he took a few moments to answer, considering if he should tell the truth or not. “yes.” the honesty of it sent a nervous chill through you. “and you need blood?” he nodded once. you hesitated only a moment. “would mine help?” michael stared at you like you’d just said something horrifying. “no.” “but-” “no.” his voice cracked. “i couldn’t.” you stepped even closer. “michael.” “don’t.” “you said you’d never hurt me.” “i’m trying not to.” your chest tightened painfully at the desperation in his voice. he looked seconds away from breaking apart completely. you lifted a hand slowly, resting it against his cheek. he leaned into it before he could stop himself. the tiny movement made your heart ache. “you’ve taken care of me all night,” you whispered. “let me help you too.”

michael shut his eyes. “you don’t understand what you’re offering.” “then explain.” his breathing turned shaky. “if I taste your blood…” He swallowed hard. “i may be able to stop.” silence spread across the room. “i trust you.” you pierced the silence with the statement. michael looked wrecked by those words. “you shouldn’t.” “but I do.” for a long moment, neither of you moved. your pulse fluttered nervously as he stepped closer. “are you sure?” he asked weakly. you nodded. his hand rose carefully to cradle the side of your neck like you were something precious. “you can tell me to stop,” he whispered. “anytime.” your breath caught as he leaned closer. his lips brushed your skin first, gentle enough to make your stomach flip. then came the sharp sting of fangs piercing your neck. you gasped softly. michael made a broken sound against your throat the second he tasted your blood. the sensation was strange. painful for only a second before warmth spread through your entire body. michael held you impossibly carefully, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he drank. his breathing turned uneven. like he was overwhelmed. you felt him trembling. and somehow, despite everything, it felt intimate, dangerously intimate. michael pulled you closer unconsciously, holding you against his chest while he drank deeper. a quiet sound escaped him. your fingers slid into his curls instinctively, he shuddered. the room slowly began to blur around the edges. your knees weakened. michael didn’t notice at first, he was lost completely. the warmth and richness of your blood drove him crazy. fuck, you tasted heavenly, too heavenly. he drank again, and again. then suddenly your body sagged heavily against him.