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Game Night

Morbius x Reader

A/N: This is a suuupppperrr long one-shot lol I will be updating Rescue Me in the coming days. Apologies for the delay!!

Warnings: Some language

“Vamos! ¡Mueve tu culo! (*Let’s go! Move your ass!* I apologize if that’s the wrong translation. I was using google translate)

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“Hey hey hey! Guess what night it is?” Martine said, poking her head around the corner.

“I don’t know, but I bet you’re gonna tell me.” You say, smiling up at her through your eyelashes.

Walking into the doorway of your office, she struck a pose.

“It’s game night!” She said extra cheerfully. 

“Yippee.” You waved your arms in nonexistent excitement.

She dropped her arms and gave you that look.

“No matter how many times you look at me like that, the answer is always the same.”

“You can’t just sit here and work. You have to have fun sometimes.”

“This is fun.” You said, gesturing to your work.

She gave a fed up sigh. Walking over to your desk, she grabbed the book you were referencing and the notebook you were writing in. Pointedly stuffing the notebook into the book, Martine slammed it loudly shut. 

“Hey!”

“You’re coming.”

She stared at you unwaveringly, eyes widening by the second.

“Vamos! ¡Mueve tu culo!” 

“Martine, you know I don’t do well in social situations.”

“Relax. You��ll be fine. Michael and I will be there.”

You jerked your head back. “You got Michael to come? Dr. Michael “Me, Myself and I” Morbius to come to game night?”

She bit her lip and gave you a smirk. “He pushed back at first, of course. Like you…until I told him you were coming.”

“Why would Michael care if I was coming or not? We’re colleagues.”

“Psh girl! You can’t tell me you don’t see the way he looks at you?”

“...Like one colleague looks at another?” You said, completely dismissing what she just told you.

Grabbing your hand, she said, “You’re hopeless! Come on. Let’s go shopping cause you ain’t wearing that!”

Looking up and down your scrubs, you said, “What’s wrong with this?”

She gave you another look. “It’s a game night…not a doctor convention. You know? Fun, drinking, dancing, Spin the Bottle. Fun!”

“Spin the Bottle sounds dangerous…” You said cautiously. “And we’re not teenagers anymore. You know how some of the wards are… I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

She leaned in, looking sincerely into your eyes.

“You had to grow up too fast, didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer her. 

“We’re dedicating tonight to stupid teenager fun.”

There was no talking Martine out of something once she had her mind set. She was pushy sometimes, but she meant well.

~~~~~~

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Martine gasped with wide eyes as she stepped out of the dressing room in a cute salmon colored crop top and black jeans. 

You stood in the mirror, looking at yourself dressed in the short, form fitting, black mini dress.

“I think I’m going to go for the pantsuit.”

“Turn around.” She asked, making a circle motion with her finger.

You did as she asked, feeling uncomfortable.

“Yes, Queen!…You clean up good! Gonna make it hard for me tonight with everyone looking at you!”

“Martine, this isn’t a hookup. I thought this was just a game night? And the wards won’t look twice. All they do is make fun of me for being a bookworm. Do you know what they call me?”

“Mouse?”

“Mouse.”

“Don't you dare change! You look absolutely incredible.”

“Isn't it too much? I’ve always dressed conservatively. This is…” You gestured to your dress. “Overly revealing.” 

Taking your hands, Martine said, “Stop overthinking it. You’re getting yourself all worked up over nothing. Besides, maybe this is the chance to get them to think differently of you.”

“I don’t give a damn what they think of me. If anything, I like the way I dress because it makes them think I’m some crazy cat lady or spinster. They don’t exactly give out respectful affection.” 

Placing her hands on your shoulders, she tried to make you feel better.

“I’ll be right there. Nothing will happen to you…” She got that devilish look in her eye. “That you don’t want to happen to you.”

“Martine! What kind of girl do you think I am?” You said in surprise, not liking where her thinking was going. 

“The kind that’s had a stick up her ass too long and needs to have some fun! You’re like a librarian that’s been at a library for too long. Shhsh! No talking! Quiet! No talking and no fun!” She acted like she was cracking a whip. Cupping her hand around her ear, she said, “What is that? What is that sound? Laughing? Bah!”

Through laughter, you said, “You’re the little latina devil that sits on my shoulder, you know that right?”

She pulled her hands up under her chin and blinked innocently. “Just doing my job!”

“Fine. I’ll keep the dress. But I’m wearing shorts underneath.”

She gave you a look but didn't say anything.

~~~~~~

After you’d finished shopping, you had gone back to your apartment to get ready. Martine helped you with your makeup and hair. When she was done, she stood back and admired her handiwork.

“Excuse me? Have you seen Dr. Y/N? Because all I see is a sexy bitch!”

“Oh, stop. I’m still me.”

“Uh huh. Tell that to the guys who probably won’t even be able to talk because their jaws will be on the floor.”

You looked down, consumed by nervousness again. Martine clicked her tongue and got down to her knees in front of you, grabbing your hands.

“Listen. I know I joke a lot but I’m serious when I say you will be okay. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Plus, I think the reception desk ladies will be there, too. ”

“I know and I know you’ll make good on that promise. I just feel so…naked.”

“I know. But honey…you are drop dead gorgeous.”

You hid your face as you blushed and she pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back, careful not to smudge the makeup. When she pulled away, you looked at her.

“You’re one to talk! Look at you! My sexy Latina spitfire.” 

She licked her finger, touching her behind and making a sizzling sound. “You know it! It’s about time to go. I say we should wear our regular shoes until we get there and then we can change into our heels.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Alright then. Le’ go!”

~~~~~~

“Great. They’ve already started drinking.” You said as you and Martine walked into the research and development building, picking up on the loud noise and cacophony of voices that was carrying down the hall.

Martine squeezed your hand as you inched closer, feeling your palms get sweaty. 

“If I’d have known it was in here, I wouldn’t have overdressed.”

“Girl, please. When do we ever get the chance to dress up? Plus, I quite like seeing them drop their jaws and forget how to talk.” She said with a wicked chuckle. “Makes a girl feel empowered and sexy don’t you think?”

You gave her a look, thinking she should already know the answer to that.

Stopping just outside the door to a large lab, she turned to you. 

“You are strong. You are fierce. You are a queen. You’ve got this. Ready?”

With a deep breath, you pushed open the doors and walked in right on time with the chorus beat of Darkside by Neoni. It was surreal, like you were walking in slow motion. You caught sight of one of the wards tap one of the other guys on the arm, motioning with his head towards you. 

What Martine said was true. With her on your arm, you did feel empowered. As you got closer to them, they were trying to figure out who you were. Someone turned the music down and one of the wards was looking you up and down, rubbing his hands together.

“Who is thi-.” His eyes shot open in realization. “Holy shit… Mouse?!”

Every single head snapped up in that lab. Martine was right… again… their jaws practically hit the floor as they eyed you up and down. 

“Spinster Mouse? No way, dude…” He said, biting his fist in his mouth. 

Eyeing you up more slowly, he made a “Mm, mm, mm!” sound. 

“Hey! Her eyes are up here!” Martine suddenly snapped, pointing to your eyes. 

She waited for his eyes to drift up to yours before making an “I’m watching you” gesture. The other wards gathered like sharks waiting for the first sign of an open wound to attack.

“Have you seen Michael?” She asked the ward.

“Ugh, you invited him?! Boring, plain as rice, Michael?”

Martine’s upper lip snarled as she gave a warning glare. Walking you away from them, she whispered,

“I’m so sorry but I have to go check and see what’s keeping Michael. Will you be okay by yourself?”

Your eyes went wide and you shook your head. 

“I’ll be 5 minutes.” 

“You do see the way they’re looking at me right? Like goddamn sharks waiting for blood.” You sighed heavily, then said, “Fine. But please be quick.”

You watched her walk out of the lab before walking over to a small locker wall to set your bag down. Looking at your heels, you decided to keep your flats on for now. Someone entered your peripheral vision, leaning against the lockers. 

“I didn’t know there was so much women under there. If I had known…”

Turning to the ward that had started calling you Mouse with a flat expression on your face, you said, “What would you have done?”

“I’d have taken you home…” 

“Are you always this charming?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“Wow…How does it feel to be so ignorant?”

“I’m giving you a compliment.”

“And how is that supposed to make me feel?” You asked.

“Hot.”

���I could run circles around you, neanderthal. You do know what that is, don’t you?”

“They were like cavemen or something, right?”

Patting him on the arm, you said, “Good for you. You actually know something.”

He pulled his head back, eyes narrowing.

“You’re insulting me, aren’t you?”

“Does this sad excuse for courting actually work on every woman you approach?”

“Every time.”

“They must not have very high standards. Fortunately, I do.”

As you moved to walk away, his arm came out to block you.

“You’re running your mouth for someone who barely talks. I’m sure I could occupy it in a different way.” He said, extending his arm out to touch your face.

Slapping his hand away, you said, “You really are thick in the head, aren’t you?”

“Thick somewhere else too.”

You made a face like you were about to throw up. Ducking under his arm and walking away from him, you heard him yell,

“You know I could rock your world all night long!”

“Disgusting pig.” You murmured under your breath. 

Someone yelling, “Whaaaaat!” drew your attention. It was Janice the receptionist making a beeline for you. 

Putting on a bright smile, you said, “Hey Janice!”

She met you in the middle of the lab, absolutely losing her mind over how you were dressed.

“Girl, I thought I’d never live to see the day you were dressed like this! You look amazing!”

“Thanks. It’s drawing some unsavory attention though.” You nodded your head toward the ward that had trapped you against the lockers. 

She waved her hand at him. “Chad is a skirt chaser. A woman looks a little bit decent and he’s all over her like a vulture on a carcass.”

“Tell me about it.” You said, rolling your eyes. 

She raised her arms and moved her hips to the beat of Thunder by Gabry Ponte that was playing. “I am ready to get my game night on! Been looking forward to this all week! Let’s go get a drink!”

You followed her to the makeshift booze cabinet.

“Why didn’t we just do this at the bar?”

“Screw bars. They’re so expensive. We just bring our own stuff and make a night of it.”

She picked out some Tequila and took 2 shots, holding the shot glass up to you. 

“No thanks. I’m good. I’m gonna make a mixed drink. Let’s see…” You said, looking through your options. “Ooh! Someone brought stuff to make Tequila Sunrises!”

“What’s that?”

“Oh Janice, it’s so good! It’s Tequila, grenadine and orange juice.”

“That sounds amazing! Can you make me one?”

“Of course!”

Grabbing two small, thin beakers, you made both of your drinks, marveling at her face at seeing it actually looked like a sunrise.

“It’s almost too pretty to drink!”

“The trick is not to stir it after you add the grenadine so it has those distinct layers.”

Taking a sip, Janice’s face lit up. “I think I just found my new favorite drink!”

“Right?”

You stood around and talked for a little bit, having a few more drinks.

“You still dance?” Janice asked, shuffling to a pop song that was playing.

“Wouldn’t we look weird being the only ones dancing?”

“Who cares? And I’ll take that as a no. Shame. I remember we were good!”

“When do I have time to do choreography, Janice? And I’m not exactly dressed for that.” You said, laughing. 

 “Hang on. I’ll get one for a warm up!” She yelled over her shoulder as she jogged to the DJ booth. 

You stood there, shaking your head, hands on your hips. 

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Or do you not have enough alcohol in you yet?” She said as she got back to you. Stopping for a minute to look at you, she popped up her eyebrow and said, “You still wear shorts under your dresses?”

She knew you too well. 

“What did you pick?”

“Monster by Lumix.”

“Ooh, a shuffle one! Haven’t done those in a while.”

“Like I said, a warm up!”

As you waited for the beat to start, you went over the moves in your head. Pulling up your dress and holding it behind your back, you and Janice started to jump to the music as it built up. As you moved around, you realized a few people had joined you and were shuffling along. 

After the song was over, you both turned around and clapped for those who had danced with you.

“Another! Another!” Someone in the crowd yelled. 

We Like to Party by the Vengaboys came over the speakers and the crowd cheered. You looked over at Janice who gave you a big smile. You smiled back, happy that she was here. It had been such a long time since you had danced.

As the crowd clapped, Janice looked pleased with herself. 

“See? All everyone needed was some shuffle music. Now this place is jumping! You’d better be ready.” She plastered a devious smile on her face. “The next one isn’t a shuffle dance. I want to see you dance, you sexy bitch!” She said playfully. 

“With you, this could mean anything.” You said, anxious to see what song she chose. 

Taking the ponytail off your wrist, you tied your dress back just as Jennifer Lopez’s Ain't Your Momma came through the speakers. 

“I love this song!” You said excitedly.

“I knew you did!”

With every step, the music filled your bones with vigor, becoming a slave to it. You knew the dance was sexy, but you felt sexy. For the first time in a long time, you enjoyed feeling like that. 

(31) Jennifer Lopez - Ain't Your Mama - Choreography by Jojo Gomez - #TMillyTV ft. Kaycee Rice - YouTube

Janice gave you a double high five after the song was done. 

“Goddamn girl! I would’ve never guessed you had taken a break!”

“I have a good memory.” You said laughing, taking the time to catch your breath.

“You good for one more?” She asked as DJ Snake by Taki Taki started.

“This one will draw some attention.” You stated.

“Didn’t the last one?” Janice said with a chuckle.

You and Janice danced together in perfect sync, garnering more cheering as more people had arrived. You enjoyed feeling lost to the music, knowing that the high would probably come crashing down later tonight.  

(31) DJ Snake - Taki Taki ft. Selena Gomez, Cardi B, Ozuna - Dance Choreography by Jojo Gomez Ft. Nat Bat - YouTube

You both took a bow as you finished the routine. Untying your dress, you smoothed it back down over your workout shorts and went to get a drink. Thankfully, someone had the sense to stock water and not just straight booze. 

A hand provocatively moving up your rear end made you stop, Chad’s voice drifting into your ear. 

“Goddamn… why would you hide that body underneath all those scrubs? You are so se-ow!” 

Chad suddenly yelped. You both whirled to look behind you to see Michael lowering one of his canes back to the floor. Looking from you to Chad, he said,

“That’s not appropriate.”

“What the hell is your problem, man? Don’t know why you were invited anyway!” 

“Somewhere out there, a tree is tirelessly producing oxygen for you. I think you owe it an apology. Next time, I break it. Go on.” He said, pointing to the other side of the room. 

“Man, forget you.” Chad said, stalking off pissily.

Michael turned back to you and winked. 

“Um, excuse me!” Martine balked. “Why did I not know that you could dance like that and Janice could?! I could’ve used a backup partner at the club!”

“It’s not an active thing, Martine. Janice happened to present the idea and I kind of ran with it.”

“Well, it’s nice to see you having fun at the very least since I had to bully you into coming. I’m gonna make a drink. You two stand here like the wallflowers you are.” 

Michael inched closer to you as you both watched her walk away.

“So she roped you into this too?” 

Sighing, you said, “Yeah. She can be… very persuasive.”

He chuckled. “Tell me about it. She’s like a tick when she’s got her mind set on something.”

“She means well though. Doesn’t want to see us waste away in our offices. Still, it was nice to dance again.”

You saw him look at you out of the corner of your eye.

“You’re very good.”

“Thanks.” You said with a smile, feeling yourself blush.

“Dr. Morbius?” Someone called from the throng of people.

“Excuse me. It seems I am being summoned.”

“Sure.”

You watched Martine walk up, giving you that eyebrow look.

“What?”

She waited until Michael was out of earshot, then turned to you, hands ready to speak with her.

“He. Could. Not. Take. His. Eyes. Off. You.”

“Oh, come off it.” You said, waving a hand in front of your face.

“I’m not kidding, Y/N. That’s probably the first time I’ve seen that man speechless.”

You made a sarcastic, “Yeah, okay” face. 

“I’m serious! Why would I make that up? Have I ever lied to you?”

You turned your head to think for a minute and before you could open your mouth, she said, 

“Other than the ice cream.”

“I’m still miffed about that, you know.”

“Oh, get over it! I’ll buy you another pint.” She said playfully. 

You both looked over at Janice still getting her dance on.

“Where does that woman get all of her energy from?” You marveled.

“I don’t know, but it’s infectious!” Martine said, pulling you onto the dance floor. 

“I’m good for now.” You said, trying to plant your feet in the floor.

“Nah ah. You’ve been holding out on me so I’ll take my dues owed right now.” 

“Martine, you are impossible. But this is the last one. Told ya I should’ve gone with the pantsuit.” 

“Who knew you were actually going to let yourself have fun tonight?”  

Fifth Harmony’s Worth It started to play and you smiled. 

“Come on, Y/N!” Janice called. 

“We need you!” Martine yelled.

Several voices from the crowd joined in.

“Come on, Mouse! Get out there!”

“Go on!”

Figuring you might as well pull out all the stops tonight, you shuffle moonwalked out to Martine and Janice, taking the lead in a triangle formation, laughing at their shocked stares and hearing “Ooh, did you see that?!” from the crowd. 

“Yeah, there she is!” Janice yelled.

As your eyes scanned the crowd, you found Michael standing against the wall talking with another colleague. He did a double take and his mouth opened slightly. You popped your hip out along with the song, giving him a wink and a smile before turning your eyes. 

(37) Worth it - Fifth Harmony ft.Kid Ink / May J Lee Choreography - YouTube

As the track ended, you made a sawing motion at your throat to say you were done. 

“Oh, come on! The night is still young!” Janice cried. 

“Three is enough for me. Maybe later.”

Janice clicked her tongue. “Alright.”

“Whatever happened to this being game night anyway?”

“Hey, whatever happens, happens. I’m just here to go with the flow and have a good time.” She said as she moved her arms in a wave motion. 

You saw Michael looking at you again and walked over to join him, picking up another water bottle on the way.

“Hey, Michael. Are you having a good time?”

He looked around at all the people, then back to you.

“It’s not really my cup of tea but it’s fun watching you dance.”

“They have unlimited energy, it seems. I’m good for the night. I’m not as young as I used to be.” You said, laughing.

“Age is just a number. You’re only as old as you feel.”

“Oh, we’re getting the fortune cookie Dr. Morbius tonight.” 

He laughed at the joke, biting his lip. 

“It would be fun to join you someday.”

The comment went straight to your heart. Putting your hand on his shoulder softly, you said,

“You will, Michael. You will. I know it.”

He put his hand on top of yours.

“That’s very kind.” 

“Don’t lose hope. There is a cure out there. It might just come up when you least expect it.” 

 A very inebriated Chad came stumbling over, laughing like an idiot.

“I bet you wished your junk still worked, huh? Those ladies are hot, hot, hot!” He made a bucking motion with his hips on the word hot. 

Sighing, you opened your water bottle and dumped the whole thing on his head, then pointed to one of his buddies who was looking over at the three of you. You pointed at him, then pointed at Chad, and then at the door. 

“Is it raining?” Chad slurred.

Grabbing the collar of the friend who came over, you pulled him in close and said, “Get him the fuck out of here before I do something worse than pour water on his head.” 

Jerking him back, he actually hurried to get Chad out of there. 

“Well, color me shocked. He actually listened. Amazing.”

You turned back to look at Michael, who had an impressed expression on his face.

“What?”

“Remind me to never piss you off.” 

“I can’t stand guys like him. Skirt chasers who think they’re the greatest gift to women and look down on men who they deem less than themselves. He’s not going to ruin what actually turned out to be a fun and enjoyable night by being an asshole.”

“I appreciate the sentiment. I could’ve taken him though.”

“Yeah, sure you could’ve...” You joked as you went to take a drink of water. “Right…empty. Thanks, Chad!”

Exasperated, you went over to make yourself another drink, just in time to see Janice finish the rest of a Tequila bottle.

“Hey guys…” She said in a sing-song manner. “Empty bottle..You know what that means!”

A chorus of voices rang in the air. “Spin the Bottle!”

As you turned to head towards the lockers, someone grabbed your hand.

“Nuh uh, you’re coming too!” Martine said.

Groaning, you let her pull you to the middle of the lab where everyone had gathered. 

“I haven’t played this since I was a kid!” Someone said excitedly. 

“Alright, the rules are simple: we’ll decide who spins the bottle first and go in a clockwise motion. Whomever the bottle lands on, you kiss.” Janice explained. 

You groaned quietly, feeling Martine bump your shoulder. 

“Relax. At least Chad’s not here.”

Rolling your eyes, you focused on the bottle in the center of the circle.

“Alright, who wants to go first?” Janice asked.

“I will!” One of the other receptionists called out. 

“Yeah, Joelene!” Janice cheered.

The bottle landed on a cute male intern. Blushing, they moved towards each other and gave a short peck on the lips before settling back quickly on the edge of the circle. 

The game continued, each person getting their turn. Some of the kisses were steamy, complete with clothes starting to come off.

“Alright, alright, alright!” Janice said, breaking the two up. “Get a room.”

You and Michael had exchanged a few glances throughout the game, wondering if the bottle would land on either of you. Oddly enough, it hadn’t.

“Knowing my luck…” You said quietly to yourself. 

It was Michael’s turn now. You held your breath as he leaned up to spin the bottle to the best of his ability. He landed on Janice.

“Aww, come here sugar!” 

Janice scooted in close to him and he gave her an awkward kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face. Martine was dying next to you, laughing at Michael.

“It’s not the plague, Michael.”

He cleared his throat and looked away. 

“Come off it. He’s nervous.” You said defensively.

“Why would he be nervous? Unless…” Martine started.

You shot her a quick warning glance. She put her hands up in defense. 

“I’m just sayin…”

After Janice, Martine and a few of the other hospital staff took their turns, it was unavoidably your turn.

“It’s your turn, Y/N.” Martine said with a smirk on her face.

“I’m aware, Martine. Thank you.”

Sighing, you got up on your knees and spun the bottle, not taking your eyes off of it. As it started to slow down, your heart started to race. When it finally stopped, you followed the direction the bottle was pointing in… straight up to Michael’s eyes.

“Called it.”

“What?” Michael asked.

“Just a little inside joke.” You said nervously. 

“Oh yay!!” Martine laughed and clapped. 

Eyeing you, she said, “Come on…we’re waiting.” 

All of the stares unnerved you, but knowing you weren’t getting out of this, you moved closer into the circle. Michael looked nervous, looking down at the ground and shaking his head before looking back up to you. 

You made a “what are you gonna do” face and leaned into him. Your eyes closed just as Michael’s lips touched yours, bringing a hand up to cradle one side of his face. 

You broke the kiss at the same time, eyes still closed. When you opened yours, he was staring right at you breathing unevenly.

“And that’s called progress.” Martine said as she got up with the others and moved to another corner of the lab. 

You barely heard it as you and Michael stared at each other. Suddenly, he started to laugh with you joining in. 

“Is this what being a teenager felt like?”

“More or less.” 

“It’s so nerve wracking when people are staring at you expecting to kiss. But it’s such a silly thing because it’s just a kiss.”

“Oh my gosh, I know, right? Like, you’ve seen people kiss before. It was like this as a teenager too. You say you like a certain boy or girl and the next thing you know, one of your friends is screaming down a hall that you like so and so.” You said, laughing. 

You looked down at the floor, inching your hand closer to him.

“I usually don’t give much thought to things like this…love…kissing…romance. It’s not really in the cards for me.”

“That’s bullshit. If you find someone you have a genuine connection with, that you might want to have a relationship with, you should go for it. Time is finite. Hell, any of us could get into a bad accident tomorrow and die. Your condition isn’t an assured time limit, Michael.”

He made a thinking expression on his face, then turned back to you.

“That is a good point, however, I couldn’t live with myself if this condition killed me shortly after meeting an amazing person and then knowing they would have to live without me.”

“It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” You said, smiling at him. 

“That’s debatable.” Michael laughed.

Helping him up, you both walked out of the lab and into the hallway. 

“I’m probably going to head out soon. It’s getting too late for me.” You said, checking your phone for the time. 

“Yeah, same here.” Michael echoed.

“I’m going to go get my purse and say my goodbyes. I’ll walk with you.”

As you went to turn away, you felt his hand grab your hand. Turning back around, you met Michael’s eyes, watching him close the distance between you. 

“I was too nervous in there to give you a proper Spin the Bottle kiss with everyone watching. May I?”

You nodded and met him halfway, your lips sealing in a gentle, yet passionate kiss that made your toes curl. 

As he pulled away, Michael said with a chuckle “I could get used to that.” 

Feeling cheeky, you said, “Play your cards right and you just might.”

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The Joker x Reader - The Delta Paradox. Chapter 1: Deceit

Rumor is the outbreak spreading like fire around the world is somehow Dr. Morbius’ fault: people turned into monsters after getting bitten by the ones already ravaged beyond the irreversible mutation. The last news broadcasted four months ago suggested not all creatures are mindless beasts, a few might still remember who they are and The Joker is about to find out if the story is true.

“Dad…” you whisper and point at the box on the shelves. “I found some peas.”

The Joker turns around and silently walks your way, signaling you to fill up your backpack while he patiently waits for his turn.

The King of Gotham and his 23 year old daughter are scavenging the convenience store on Halsey Street for supplies: food was running low and they had to come out of the bunker in order to acquire basic necessities.

It’s hard to see in the darkness with the tiniest flashlight since they can’t risk being detected.

“Did you find water?” you mumble under your breath.

“No.”

“Dammit, we only have six bottles left,” you sigh, upset at his disclosure. “Should we raid the mall too?”

The Joker covers your mouth, carefully listening.

You can’t discern much until an unnerving screech echoes in the air followed by others in the next second.

“Ssstttt,” J removes the restrain and you clutch to his arm, scared to death.

“Dad…”, you gulp at the commotion happening in the distance: the creatures are probably hunting and you are not willing to become the prey.

“What do we do?” you barely utter and The Clown shakes his head, worried.

“Let’s use the sewers entrance by the dumpster to make it passed the dangerous radius; it’s still open from last time we were here.”

“Ok…” Y/N quietly agrees.

J adds the rest of the containers to his rucksack and lifts it up when he accidentally knocks off a light bulb: the fragile glass shatters to pieces and the two of you stare at each other terrified for a few moments.

The turmoil outside immediately intensifies as The Joker urges:

“Run!”

The panicked Y/N follows her father and she can’t even hear what he’s saying over the deafening roars that seem to come from above the building. Suddenly, the mad man turns and gives you a violent push against the loading dock exit; it’s so unexpected you stumble and before you have the possibility to process what’s going on, J locks it.

“Dad?!” your eyes pop at the small, broken window just to distinguish him backing away. “Dad?!” you start crying. “What are you doing?! Let me in!” The Princess pleads with her parent.

The Joker bites his lip, conflicted at his desire to survive no matter the cost: even if the price to pay is his own daughter.

“Daddy?!” Y/N sobs, petrified at his behavior. “Please?...”

“Better you than me,” he grumbles and runs in the opposite direction, covering his ears when your screams reach him. J rushes out of the shop and drops in the sewer, three monsters already on his trail attempting to grab him; yet they fail because thankfully these beasts are so much larger than the humans they used to be: they can’t fit through the narrow gap The Joker used.

Your father keeps navigating the convoluted catacombs in the darkness while the dim flashlight fails to warn him of the obstacle floating in front of him. He staggers on the dead dog and plunges in the disgusting waters, instantly resurfacing after the initial shock of how bad it stinks. J crawls to near the concrete wall, panting up a storm succeeding the whole ordeal and it hits him: Y/N didn’t pursue.

How could she? The Clown sacrificed his daughter in order to save himself and her agony still resonate in his mind. She was brutally ambushed without any chance of escaping her fate: The Joker made sure of that when he forced her out of the mini-market.

The same daughter that came back for him at the Penthouse when it was clear things are going downhill - no other gang member ever returned; the same daughter that accompanied him in their perilous searching trips as it all went to shit; the same daughter that took care of him when he got sick in the bunker and risked her life in order to bring her father antibiotics; the same daughter that was the only family he had left on this God forsaken planet.

And now she’s gone.

The Joker is all alone like he was always meant to be: nothing can withstand his poison.

**************

8 Months Later

The King of Gotham sneaks in the blackness with precious cargo: tonight was a lucky one. He found soda, crackers and peanuts at a vending machine inside the mall. The road to the bunker is not a short one and he has to be alert; food is scarce and each time he has to venture further and further to find needed items which is why he’s still roaming at this late hour.

Surprisingly calm atmosphere in this neighborhood; J saw a lot of creatures on McCormick Avenue and then an infested Main Boulevard made him backtrack and take this path. It was the correct call because his progress has been steady: moving in shadows has developed into a skillful talent.

He abruptly stops noticing movement blocking his route West of 5th Street. The Joker had no idea it’s swarming with the infected also.

J barely notices something splattering at his feet and freezes: it’s difficult to discern what it is but he has a vague concept. He looks up only to see one of the winged scouts landing on the broken light pole whilst drooling and sniffing the air. The Joker’s body is stiff, his senses sharpened to the maximum: what is he supposed to do? Try to leave? That’s an enormous risk and motion could unleash a chain reaction among the beasts if the one above identifies the helpless individual. Stay? The threat would be equally menacing.

The high pitch snarl belched by the demon’s throat makes him inhale in fear: was he spotted? Or is this merely a power display from the crazed predator?

The Joker feels there’s something behind him and before he can act a sharp pain in his forearm makes him yell. Another bite in his leg makes him lose balance and he collapses to the ground, unable to defend himself from the hoard. The burning sensation is taking over completely: the creatures tear his flesh apart and he passes out without having the strength to shout for help anymore.

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The Clown opens his eyes and rapidly blinks since the sunlight is hard to endure.

“Ugh…” he groans and rolls on his side on the concrete pavement.

Everything hurts, including the brain: it’s as if someone drilled holes and he can’t concentrate or form thoughts.

He aims to lift his torso off the walkway unsure why it’s strenuous to accomplish such a simple task; J doesn’t register the reason why is the different anatomy he now has: scaly, gray skin, long, distorted arms with sharp claws, inverted knees and membranous toes. The wings certainly don’t add to his ability to sport the same agility he was blessed with while still a person.

He finally manages to gather himself up, surprised to experience an odd sensation: The Joker is so much taller after his mutation and everything crushes down once the hideous reflection shown in the partially broken glass belonging to “Macy’s” department store glares back at him.

“Ahhh!” J blurs out alongside an uncanny roar emerging from his transmuted vocal cords. The frantic sound gets the attention of beasts in his vicinity, then they ignore him because he’s one of them.

“Fuck…” he mumbles in disbelief at their reaction, grateful they didn’t attack.  

The Joker’s raspy breath scores big with a creature nearby though.

Apparently a female due to her red orbs, she’s approaching the former human with a certain restrain.

The Joker would love to bail: unless he can control the horror of what’s happening to him in a few moments, he might get out of there in one piece.

The curious monster is inches away and J had nothing better to do than articulate:

“… Do you… understand me?”

“Grrrrrrr…” the female sneers, unraveling her fangs.

“Y/N… is that…is that you?” The Joker tosses the question out there for the lack of a better plan.

No answer, just a low howl that makes a few males digging in rubble unhappy: why is the group’s favorite displaying interest in the newcomer?

They shriek and emerge more and more agitated, drawing the attention of others in the proximity. The displeased attitude seems to elevate the mood in a negative direction to the point of having a large flock landing on the same street too.

“Crap…” The Joker assesses his situation and it’s not good. “Shoo!” he gently gives the female a nudge and she coos as her distorted fingers touch his grotesque face. Nevertheless, her gesture unlocks the gates of hell: the female’s keen dart towards the unfortunate Clown with the sole purpose of finishing him off. Competition is not tolerated from a rookie and that’s how The Joker is perceived by the mindless crowd--a threat to the hierarchy.

A loud, eerie scream covering all others makes the murderous bunch halt in their tracks: a humongous female leading the group that arrived moments ago is making them retreat. She keeps shoving them and growling while followed by a huge specimen: definitely The Alpha Male with his yellow eyes and dominant figure that don’t allow disobedience.

The party showing The Joker affection gives up on her advances as you stand in front of your father, not necessarily excited about the encounter.

“Dad?...” you smell the air out of habit.

“… … Y… Y/N?... …” The Joker stammers at the inexplicable revelation. “You… You’re alive??!!”

“If you consider this being alive.”

“Delta, we have to go soon!” one of your fighters announces. “They might snap again!”

Your parent is baffled and you bother to enlighten him a bit:

“I’m part of a coven made of turned humans still self-aware. You’re lucky we flew by and saw you. I felt you were born but I didn’t know it was you until I sniffed you. I wished I knew so I won’t waste my time!!!!” the bitter statement brings to life past memories. “Let’s go!” you raise your voice.

“We’re not taking him with us?!” The Alpha Male inquires, baffled. “He’s self -aware!”

“Trust me, we don’t need someone like him amidst us!” you spread your wings and prepare to fly.

“Y/N… “ The Joker gulps. “Can I come?... Please?... I don’t want to die here.”

Y/N ignores his plea and angrily replies:

“Better you than me!”

How can he justify his behavior in these circumstances? It’s impossible to request forgiveness when you’re at an obvious loss regarding your daughter.

“I’m sorry I did what I did, ok… Pumpkin?”

“I am NOT your Pumpkin!! I am Delta!!!” Y/N mutters.

“Huh?” the clueless King inquires and your obvious disapproval suggests you hate where the conversation is headed.

“Delta is more valuable than any of us and we must protect her at all costs until we find Morbius,” one of your companions gives away details you don’t care your father knowing about. “She can do incredible…”

“Enough!!” you cut him off. “We’re leaving!”

“What… what things?...” The Joker attempts to distract you from the imminent departure.  

“None of your business!” you float in the air, the other 40 sets of wings following you while he is left behind with the horde that made him an outcast: brainless monsters already clustering around once more in order to punish his transgression.

“Hey!!!” The Alpha Male glides on top of The Joker. “Delta said you can come!”

“Really?” hope flourishes in his heart.

“Hurry up before they shred you to pieces!”

“I don’t know how to fly!” J shouts.

“Don’t be an idiot! Move your shoulder blades!”

Your father would normally go ballistic at such affront but he actually ignores the disrespectful sentence due to the insane events leading to today’s reunion.

What other choice does he have besides taking advantage of this unique opportunity?

The Joker clumsily bumps into a trash bin and finally ascends towards the blue skies trying to keep up with the flock.

His daughter might be a mystery now but one thing is undeniable: he would rather suffer a thousand deaths before abandoning her again.

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Gone - One Shot

Morbius x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of angst and fluff

There was a lot of commotion outside the lab. More than normal. Being that you were in the middle of a delicate experiment, you chose to ignore it. You thought you had heard someone say, “Michael is back!” 

“Doubtful.” You said out loud to the empty lab. Dude just picked up and left without one word as to where he was going. 

“Ah! Right where I left you.”

You froze, pipette in midair, going white as a sheet and completely stock still. 

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

Your mind didn’t register that you didn’t hear the taps of his cane on the tile floor, too in shock just from hearing his voice. 

You saw him wave his hands in front of your face through your lashes. 

“2 weeks…”

He bent down to look underneath you to your face.

“You know I can’t hear you when you’re talking to the table.”

Slamming your hands down on the table, you snapped your head up to stare at him.

“2 weeks, Michael! That’s all you have to say to me?!”

His head drew back in shock at the outburst. You were normally so calm, level headed and quiet.

“I had no idea where you were, if you were alive, if anything bad had happ-” you stopped short, realizing something was amiss.

“Wait…” You started, furrowing your brows and cocking your head slightly to the side. “Michael… you’re…walking?”

He spun in a circle; arms stretched out.

“Tada!”

Maneuvering around your table, you walked up to him.

“W-what? H-how?!”

He folded his hands together as if in prayer.

“Ancient Chinese secret.”

You folded your arms over your chest, not in the mood for his shenanigans.

Sighing loudly, he said, “Fine. I didn’t say anything because the situation was highly experimental and not exactly legal. I didn’t want you to worry.”

You scoffed. “Well that went over swimmingly, didn’t it?” You scolded; hands folded across your chest. 

Grabbing a red squeeze ball off your counter, he closed his eyes and threw it. You watched as his head moved as if he heard it hitting everything before he caught it.

You felt a weird energy go through the room as he stepped back.

“Go on. Spill it. What are you not telling me?”

He turned his head to look at you, eyes looking supernatural in nature.

“Michael?” You managed to get out as your breath caught in your throat, fumbling to put your hands on the desk. 

A horrible realization dawned on you. 

“Oh my God, The Vampire Murderer that everyone is talking about… you killed those people? What happened to you, Michael? I want the truth. Not your sarcastic quips and evasions.”

He hid his eyes with his hair, as if ashamed. After a moment, he flashed his full face to you.

It felt like your eyes would widen right out of your head as you backed up into your desk as far as it would allow you. You felt your whole body shudder as you looked at him, escaping through your mouth as you debated screaming. Starting to take deep breaths, you could feel it creeping closer and closer into your throat.

His face relaxed back into his handsome features as he looked at you sadly. Reaching out his hand, he gently stroked your cheek to catch a tear that had fallen against your will. You couldn’t help the involuntary flinch the second he touched your skin. 

He drew it back like he’d been burned, the look on his face killing you inside. Out of everyone he could’ve possibly showed his new self too, could’ve possibly trusted with this new development... He trusted you and you rejected him, albeit involuntarily. 

You had to fix this.

As he turned to walk away, your voice choked on calling his name. You saw it in his eyes that he had accepted that this was his life now that he had become what he was. When he got halfway to the door, you threw caution to the wind and ran to catch up with him.

Grabbing a fistful of the back of his hoodie and holding on like he would disappear, you sniffled and said, “Please don’t go. I’m sorry.”

You felt him go motionless the second you grabbed him. 

“Please.”

It took him a second to come back to his senses. He turned slowly, uncurling your hand from his hoodie to hold in his.

“I won't.”

He cupped your face, letting his supernatural eyes come through as he wiped tears from your eyes. 

“I need you.”

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Rescue Me Prologue

Pairing: Morbius x Reader

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

A/N: This is the first part of (hopefully many) to come. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts! Happy reading! 

A loud crash scared you half to death, dropping your book and cup of F/D. You jumped up and looked toward your balcony window splintering into thousands of pieces. 

You screamed as something flew into the room through the glass and landed on your floor. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as you brought your arms up to shield your face from the flying glass, grimacing in pain as it sliced your skin. When the glass stopped falling, you look to see a soaking wet black-haired figure laying in the middle of the now destroyed coffee table. A loud thunderclap accentuates the moment as wind and rain followed into the room though the shattered opening. The mystery intruder struggled to get up, starting to drag himself slowly towards you. You backed up, grabbing a letter opener off your end table, holding it out in front of you. Your breathing was ragged, heart hammering in your chest and starting to shake from the fight or flight adrenaline.  

Your eyes didn’t leave the man, backing up until you hit the wall, your breath leaving in a whoosh. Trying to control your fear and shaking, you find your voice.

“I have a weapon and I will use it! Get out or I’ll call the police!” 

The man was regaining his strength, almost to your leg. You suck in a breath, the pain in your arms finally registering. Looking down, you saw the blood drop from your arms onto the carpet, hearing deep growls and watching his body language change as he fought to keep himself under control. Squinting through your wet hair, you got a look at his mouth. Were those… fangs?

“Oh, what the hell…” The words came on a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

You knew you should run, but fear kept you in place, your brain focused solely on the man reaching out for your pant leg. A clawed fist reached out and white-knuckle gripped the fabric, face still hidden by his long black hair. You could hear grunting but couldn’t make anything out. 

Your breath caught in your throat as the man’s head came up.

“Help me.”

You only knew of one man who had long black hair…

“Michael?!”

He looked up then, face contorted and bleeding.

“What happened to you? My God, what are you?”

You watch his eyes drift to your arms and see his nose scrunch up and in, fangs extend, and eyes go red, mouth opening wide.

Your eyes go wide as he leaps on you in an instant, pinning you against the wall. His hands slam into the wall on opposite sides of your head as his head lowers into your shoulder, feeling his hot breath on your neck. Tightening your grip on the letter opener, you tremble as you say, “Michael, please… don’t make me kill you.” 

You were shaking violently, trying to make sense of what was happening, all too aware of the blood dripping down your arms. Michael inched closer to your neck until you felt the tip of his fangs touch your skin, feeling the pressure of his chest against the letter opener.

“Michael… please…”

The sound he made then was primal, horrifying. His claws dug into the plaster, leaving deep gashes in the wall. You felt the tips of his fangs start to go into your neck as the letter opener pushed into his chest just enough to puncture the skin. 

He lifted his head suddenly, his eyes turning white with a deep blue in the middle and an unnatural feeling filled the room before looking to the door. 

A knock on the door, followed by, “Miss Y/N? Are you okay? We heard a crash and screaming. Do I need to call the police?!”  Your blood ran cold as you watched his brows furrow, his vampiric scowl deepening. Looking towards the door, you realize you’ve left your throat dangerously open. Managing the courage, you push on the letter opener pointedly and just enough to remind him it was still there. 

It was enough to make him snap out of it. Swallowing several times while not taking your eyes off of Michael, you found your voice.

“Yes, Margaret. I’m okay. I saw a big rat and knocked over my lamp trying to kill it.”

You hoped you sounded convincing. 

“Are you sure, dear? You don’t sound okay? I’m calling management.”

“No, no, Margaret! Don’t -”

It was too late. You heard her talking on the phone. 

“Get out of here!” You whisper harshly. 

You saw his features fighting to go back to normal, his vampiric side always keeping a leg up. 

As he turned away from you, you saw his eyes and a sorrowful look on his face before he ran to the broken window and jumped out. 

The letter opener fell from your hand and clattered to the floor. Your legs collapsed underneath you as you slid down the wall, unable to do anything but shake and try to remember to breathe. Your arms hurt, you were soaking wet and bleeding and still felt like his fangs were in your neck. Bringing one hand up to your throat, you feel two small puncture marks and gasp when you see blood on your fingers.

Everything hits you then and you break down, sobbing uncontrollably.

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Rescue Me - Chapter 1 | Rescue Me - Chapter 2 | Rescue Me - Chapter 3 | Rescue Me - Chapter 4 | Rescue Me - Chapter 5 | Rescue Me - Chapter 6 | Rescue Me - Chapter 7

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Dr. Morbius x Chubby Reader Fanfic Request Response

@sluttmeoutttt Hi I'm Keiarah & I was wondering could you possibly do a michael morbius x chubby reader with anxiety Maybe Dr. Morbius finds her while she's having a anxiety attack & he tries to help calm her down

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Decency

“Hey, hey! Where’s the fire!” Dr. Morbius said, watching you run into the room.

“I’m so sorry I’m late! I hate being late! Not only does it throw me off, I throw off everyone else too! I would’ve been here sooner if people would’ve held the elevator open for me! I mean, how rude can someone be?! I just don’t get it! And all because I’m chubby? Why should that matter in being a decent human being?”

You were trying to calm down, but the staff interns' actions had you riled up. Your breathing was starting to increase rapidly, heart thumping in your chest.

"Great... like I needed an anxiety attack today."

“Y/N, easy… deep breaths.”

“I don’t mean to take this out on you. I’m just…so…ugh!” 

“Deep breaths and stand still.”

You hadn’t realized you were pacing the room, hands fisted in your hair. 

Taking a few moments to calm yourself, you say,  “Thank you.” as you take several deep breaths in and out.

“Of course.”

“I really mean it. No one else here would’ve bothered. It’s way too easy, and fun, to ridicule and make fun of me.”

“Oh, I’m sure they don’t mean anything by i-”

“Look at me!” You yell with more aggression than you had intended.

Michael’s eyes flew open in surprise.

“I’m sorry. I’m so tired of everyone saying that. ‘Oh, they don’t mean anything by it.’ or ‘Don’t worry about them. Just be you.’ I’m tired of being rejected and ridiculed, Michael!”

Morbius looked away and blew out a breath.

“Well, there goes my follow up statement.”

“It’s hard, Michael. It’s hard being a bigger girl. To be the “elephant in the room” in a sea of beautiful, skinny people.”

“Ah I see…” Michael said as he scooted closer to you.

“This is pretty here, right?” He asked, circling his hand around his face.

You nod, still practicing deep breathing.

Pointing to his heart, he said, “But what’s in here? Y’N, it’s rare to meet someone who is both beautiful and kind hearted. The looks they have are all they have. I once knew someone whose sister was always fawned after and all of her classmates would ask this person about her. She was never looked at like her sister was and it led to self-image issues that she struggles with to this day. I’m going to tell you exactly what I told her: they treat you the way they do: call you names, treat you like you’re different and undesirable, etc because they can’t handle you. You scare them because you’re real. Guys like that only want a pretty face. They don’t want someone who is smarter than them or can outthink them. That’s not someone you want, right? 

“That lifestyle might look glamorous, but inside? There’s a lot of emptiness. Those people have their own issues where they feel they have to be beautiful in order to get someone. They feel they’re not good enough to get someone on their own so they have to improvise and become someone they’re not. That, in time, corrupts the sense of self so they believe they are better than everyone else, smarter than everyone else, stronger than everyone else. They forget where they come from and forget who they used to be.

“Given the choice, I’d take the brains. Wouldn’t you?”

Sniffling, you wipe your eyes and nod.

“Come here.” Michael said quietly and pulled you into a tight hug.

As you pulled away from the hug, he grabbed your hand.

“If you’re insistent on looking the way they do, you know what you need to do. Change never came from someone wishing their life was different or they looked different or had a different lifestyle. Change takes work, but don’t change yourself to get some douchebag who only likes you for your looks. Do it because it’s what you want. If you like the way you are, stay that way. You have nothing to prove to anyone and you are amazing just the way you are. Don’t let those degenerates take away your confidence. Remember: people who bully others? There’s something wrong with them. Not you. Normal people don’t go around bullying others.”

Squeezing your hand, he looked straight into your eyes. 

“If you do this, never forget who you are. There are too many of those people and not enough genuine ones. Guaranteed those interns don’t last another 6 months. Once the full scope of the work hits them, they’ll walk and say, “It’s too hard.” 

He said the last part in a whiny voice. 

“We need people like you who actually care and who can tough it out for the good of the patient, not the fame, flashy cars, or social status. I mean, don’t get me wrong, those are nice perks, but they’re not everything.”

“Be like you, you mean. Turning down a Nobel prize? You’re insane.” You said chuckling with a sniffle. 

“What can I say? I have issues. But that’s the point. I could very easily drown in adoration and money and Nobel prizes. I don’t care about any of that. My only goal is to find a cure for the people who are like me. If I let fame, wealth and adoration go to my head, that goal may change and I don’t want that to happen.”

With tears in your eyes, you hugged him again and said, “Thank you, Michael. You always know what to say.”

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Rescue Me - Chapter 2

Rescue Me Prologue | Rescue Me Chapter 1 | Rescue Me - Chapter 3 | Rescue Me - Chapter 4 | Rescue Me - Chapter 5 | Rescue Me - Chapter 6 | Rescue Me - Chapter 7

Pairing: Morbius x Reader

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

A/N: This one is a bit long. Apologies!

You were newer to the city and were kind of a loner, sitting on your balcony observing the city that never sleeps. For you, it was work, come home, make a cup of F/D and sit and watch the city. You watched people, learned their stories, heard all their drama and violence. One face in particular had started looking up more often to your balcony, usually when you were singing. 

He had a sullen, sickly appearance and walked with two canes, like someone with Polio would have. He had beautiful long black hair and blue eyes. You could tell when he was having good and bad days. Most of them were bad days, but you could swear that on those days, he would look up at your balcony and his face would soften and look at peace. He would lock eyes with you and smile, which would make you self-conscious. You would smile back and act like something itched on the back of your head, turning your face. When you looked back, he would be making his way down the sidewalk. 

You knew him from television. Dr. Michael Morbius, an incredibly gifted neuroradiologist, biologist, and biochemist. He worked at the hospital that was up the street from you. Sometimes you would worry when you wouldn’t see him, fearing the worst. It had gotten to the point where you would feel relief when you heard his canes on the sidewalk.  

Coming home from work one day, you heard the familiar taps of his canes on the sidewalk. Suppressing the big smile on your face, you turn to face him. 

“Dr. Morbius lives to fight another day!” You say cheerfully, arms outstretched.

He laughed softly. “So, you’re the one who’s always watching me. It’s nice to finally meet you face to face.”

You offer a laugh in return. “If memory serves correctly, good sir, you were the one who started watching me.” 

He made a “that’s true” type of face. 

“So, how are things going?” You asked him. 

“You know how it is, taking it one day at a time.”

“Are you any closer to a cure?”

“Not yet, but it’s getting there. Soon, I hope.”

“That’s great!”

“Well, I’ll see you around.” Dr. Morbius said, shuffling in his crutches.

“I’ll be here.” 

As you turned to walk into your apartment building, he stopped you.

“Oh, before I forget. I have something for you.”

Your head goes back in surprise. “For me?”

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a meticulously folded paper crane. 

“Oh wow! I’ve heard about these! Thank you! For me? Really?”

He chuckled. “You’re welcome. Keep singing. You could make it big one day. New York is the city of dreams, right?”

“Pfft. Right.” You said, rolling your eyes. “And I think that’s L.A.”

“Thirty Seconds to Mars, huh? They’re alright.”

“You listen to them?”

“I’ve heard snippets of it.”

“They’re one of my favorites. Especially A Beautiful Lie and Kings and Queens. Goosebumps every time I listen to those songs. You know,” you stopped, squinting your eyes and placing your finger on your lips. “You kinda look like the lead singer.”

“Oh yeah? I don’t think so.”

He offered a melting smile and your heart quickened. You turn quickly so he doesn’t see your blush. 

“Well, I’d better mosey on.”

“Take care. Don’t be a stranger, okay? I worry when I don’t hear you walking down the sidewalk.” You say as you touch his arm lightly.  

“I’ll do my best not to disappoint.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice.

“You worry about me?”

“As much as one human worries about another when they’re in the predicament you’re in. High point of my day actually is seeing you.”

You pause for a moment as you hear the words.

“God, I’m sorry. That sounds so sad.” You laugh nervously.

“It’s okay. I’m happy that my presence brings you comfort.” 

“Now go on, get out of here. You have lives to save Dr. Morbius.”

He gives a smile again that melts your heart. 

“As you wish.”

He winks at you as he walks by, watching after him to make sure he’s safe.

                                                         ~~~~~~

For a while you saw him almost daily. On those rare occasions you missed him, you would come home to a paper crane on your mailbox. It never failed to put a smile on your face. You could tell he was someone who didn’t need or want looking after, but that’s why you felt it necessary to watch out for him. Just one human looking after another. People like him tended to put themselves last. However, as life is life, the nights started to drag later and later at your editing job. Deadlines didn’t sleep like New York City didn’t. 

You missed seeing him. Missed his smile and the familiar sound of canes on the pavement. It was only a few times a week now, if that, that you saw him. The longest stint was a week and every night you would come home to a crane on your mailbox that showed you he still cared. You had taken a few cranes to your office so that when you were having a rough day, you could look over and get a few moments of peace. You had so many you had to buy a shelf to put them all on. Your heart softened and a smile crossed your face as you stared at one of the cranes on your desk. He had woven his way into your heart without even trying. 

                                                          ~~~~~~

Finally managing to get out of the office before dark one evening, you heard the tap tap sound of canes and turned to see Dr. Morbius walking up the sidewalk. 

“She lives!” 

You couldn’t help the huge smile from crossing your face.

“Hey! It’s my friendly neighborhood stalker! I missed you!”

“I missed you too. It’s so nice to give these to you in person again. Thought maybe you got tired of me.”

“No way! I look forward to these. They mean more than you know. I had to get a shelf for all of them.”

He gave that shy smile again and your heart fluttered.

“So listen, I have to leave town for a while.”

“Did you find a cure?”

He kind of him-hawed around. “Something like that. It’s not exactly legal and highly experimental. I won’t tell you any of the details so you claim plausible deniability.”

“All right, then. Keep your secrets. Well, I hope you get what you’re looking for.”

“Me too. Me too.”

You stood in an awkward silence for a minute.

You noticed the sky getting darker, hearing thunder rumble in the distance.

“Do you…wanna come inside?” You ask, pointing to the door. “Sounds and looks like a storm is coming in soon and I don’t see a car waiting for you.” Just as you said that, a loud thunderclap sounded overhead making you jump, followed by a soaking downpour of rain. 

Looking up at the sky, then back to you, he said, “Doesn’t look like I have a choice.” 

You were thankful for the large overhang on your building as you hurried over to the door to hold it open for him.

“Watch your step.”

You watched, perplexed, as he looked at his feet.

“I didn’t mean literally.” You chuckled.

“You said to watch my step.” Dr. Morbius said. 

“Is it raining?” The desk clerk asked, laughing as you passed by. 

“Just a wee bit, Nathan. Just a wee bit.”

Nathan’s eyes turned to Dr. Morbius and he made a slightly inappropriate gesture. You gave an unlady-like hand gesture back and said, “Grow up.”

Pushing the up arrow on the elevator, you motioned into it as the doors opened. 

“After you, good sir.”

Dr. Morbius nodded his head and walked slowly in, putting your hand on the doors to keep the elevator open. 

“What floor?”

“4.”

He pushed it with his crutch before leaning back on the bars. Leaning back against the bars yourself, you closed your eyes and listened to the elevator’s motor.

“Thank you.” Dr. Morbius suddenly said.

Opening your eyes to look at him, you said, “You’re welcome. Couldn’t very well let you walk out in this.”

“It’s nice. I learned early on to not rely on people for kindness.”

“That’s awful. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Few against the many as we used to say.”

He gave you a smile and you responded with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. 

                                                      ~~~~~~

“It’s not much…but it’s home.” You say as you unlock and open the door. You were happy when you got your apartment because it was close to the elevator; now even more so with Dr. Morbius being there. 

You went in first and opened the door wide enough for him to come through comfortably, then shut it behind you. You didn’t want to chance nosy neighbors causing a scene seeing the famed doctor walking into your apartment.

“Let me see what kind of clothes I can find for you. Make yourself at home. Is there anyone I can call for you?” You ask, taking off your wet hoodie and tossing it onto the washer. As you made your way to the bedroom, you picked up clothes or anything that might be in his way. 

“Do you play?” Morbius’s voice came down the hallway.

“A little here and there. Whenever the mood strikes or I have time. It’s mostly for decoration.” 

Truth be told, you hadn’t touched your piano in weeks. 

The walls of your apartment were painted a lavender color, a white couch accenting the middle of the room with lavender pillows. Plants decorated the various end tables you had, a small lemon tree adorned in the middle of the glass coffee table, and a light scent of f/s filled the air. 

“This is refreshing against the usual stark white I see in the hospital.” Dr. Moribus called out. 

“I can imagine white gets a little old after a while.” You said loud enough for him to hear you from your room as you changed into a pair of sweats and a tank top, taking the time to dry your wet hair with a towel. 

“I don’t have much that would fit you but I have a fisherman’s sweater, a pair of sweats and a towel…” You said as you walked back into the living room, your voice trailing off as you heard the piano. Walking into the living room, you spotted him on the bench. He was so engrossed in playing he didn’t see you leaning against the wall, watching him. 

When he’d finished, he looked over and just…stared at you. It wasn’t an “oh shit, whoops. I probably should’ve asked first,” stare. He looked entranced by the sight of your towel dried hair and clothes. He seemed to realize he was staring and kind of shook himself. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself when I see a piano.”

“Don’t be. That was beautiful. Einaudi is one of my favorites.”

Walking over to him, you handed him the clothes and said, “You are just full of surprises aren’t you?” 

He smiled and looked away.

“You should be careful…”

He looked up, confused. 

“I might just keep you.”

You gave him a smile and then got up and turned to busy yourself with making yourself a cup of f/d in the kitchen while he made his way to the bathroom. 

“Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Liquor? Though the latter probably isn’t the best for a blood disorder, huh?”

His soft laughter came into the kitchen, accentuated by the taps of his canes. 

“Probably not.”

“What’s your poison?”

You turned to look at him and It was your turn to stare. He looked even more handsome in a fisherman’s sweater and sweats. You were glad you bought clothes 1-2 sizes bigger. 

“Just some good H2O would be perfect.”

His words shook you back to reality.

“Ice or no?”

“Ice, please.”

You shared a smile, trying to calm your nerves. You had had a moment and it was making you feel all kinds of things. You waited for him to turn and walk back into the living room before following him out. The sun drew your attention as you passed by the wall.

“Oh, look. How gorgeous!”

The sun was setting on the horizon, toting colors of purple, orange, red and yellow, the storm front looking an ominous black behind it. 

You didn’t notice Morbius looking at you, taking in how the sun made your skin and hair glow. Didn’t notice how Morbius traced the lines your suncatcher made in your face.

“I love the sun. I hate when it gets cold. Snow on Christmas Eve, Christmas, New Year’s Eve and New Years Day and then it can be done. The occasional rainy day is nice though.”

As quick as it had appeared, it was gone, eclipsed by the dark clouds of the storm. 

“Ah well. It was nice while it lasted. I think it’s supposed to be sunny all weekend.”

You let Dr. Morbius settle into the couch (albeit with a loud, pained groan) before sitting down next to him with some space between you, handing him the glass of water when he was comfortable. You looked sadly at his canes that were now resting against the couch. 

“I hope you find a cure soon. I really hope you do.”

“Hey, come on. Don’t worry about me. I’m not porcelain.”

You gave him a sad smile. “It must be so awful.”

He shrugged. “I’ve learned to live with it.”

You both fall silent for a time, the thunder rolling overhead, almost like it was protesting that it was so quiet.

“Man. It’s really storming out there huh?” You say.

You were quiet again. You thought about small talk but immediately shot it down because Dr. Moribus didn’t seem like the type to have small talk. He seemed like the type that would get into a night’s long conversation about existential dilemmas/crises, talk about the universe and how we all fit into it. 

“You know…I just realized something.” He suddenly said.

“What’s that?” You said, leaning back against the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

“I don’t know your name.”

You brought your hand up, face palming yourself. 

“Oh my gosh. I guess that would be kind of important. It’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N.”

The way he said it made your body tingle. 

“Thank you so much for everything tonight.”

“You’re very welcome.” He said, his blue eyes locking on yours. 

You jumped when a lighting strike hit a nearby building, breaking the tension.

Morbius’s eyes drifted to a shelf on the other side of the room.

“Is that the infamous crane shelf?” He asked, pointing to it. 

“The one and only!”

“I didn’t realize I had made so many.” Morbius said with a laugh.

He yawned really big then. 

“It’s getting late. Is there someone I can call for you? A cab? A colleague?”

You hoped you sounded like you weren’t trying to get rid of him.

He put on a face of mock hurt. “I thought you said you were going to keep me?”

You blushed. “That is called false imprisonment, my dear doctor. And I said I might keep you.” You said pointedly, with a cheeky smile on your face.

He leaned in to you. “Not if it’s voluntary.”

You shivered inwardly.

“This sweater is so comfy. I haven’t worn one of these in years. I basically live in scrubs.”

His phone started to ring. 

“Oops, hold on a second.”

Fumbling with his pocket, he pulled out his phone and answered the call. You got up and went into the kitchen so as not to eavesdrop on the conversation. 

“Dr. Bancroft will be here in a couple of hours to pick me up for my treatment.” Dr. Morbius called to you.

“You’re not overdue right? I would hate it if I was responsible for you missing it.”

“No no. I’m alright.” He yawned. “Just tired.”

It looked like he was having a hard time staying awake.

“Guess you should’ve gone with that coffee.” You laugh. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. I get like this when it gets close to the time for my next treatment.”

In a matter of minutes, you felt him slump against your shoulder, hearing his breathing change as he was drifting into sleep.

You smile softly. “And the fisherman sweater does it again.”

You watch him smile and say, “You’re comfortable.”

Feeling your face get hot, you look away, focusing on the small lemon tree on your table.

Hearing his breath change to a peaceful sleep, you start to quietly sing My Jolly Sailor Bold. You can’t help but look over at him sleeping, unbelieving that he was sitting on your couch leaning against you and sleeping. Your hand hesitantly came up to move a strand of hair from his face, taking an extra second to linger your fingers on his face. 

You are surprised when you hear him join in on the chorus, singing in harmony with you. 

“I thought you were sleeping?”

“Just merely resting my eyes. They should call you Siren instead.”

You laughed. “Are you dying from the sound of my voice?”

“Quite the opposite. When you sing, it’s the most at peace I’ve felt in a long time.”

You smiled and laughed nervously, hiding your blushing face in your hands.

“That’s quite the compliment. Thank you.”

You rested your cheek against his head and listened to his breathing drop back down into restful sleep. You hesitantly, bringing your hand up and back down a few times before succumbing to the urge to run your fingers through his hair. You feel him relax beneath you and hear him release a contented sigh. The knock on the door 2 hours later came too soon.

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Rescue Me - Chapter 1

Rescue Me Prologue | Rescue Me Chapter 2 | Rescue Me Chapter 3 | Rescue Me - Chapter 4 | Rescue Me - Chapter 5 | Rescue Me - Chapter 6 | Rescue Me - Chapter 7

Pairing: Morbius x Reader

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

It sure was fun explaining to building management how your balcony window was shattered with deep gouge marks in the wall from trying to kill a rat. 

The building manager was pissed and told you you were paying for all damages, a $3000 hole in your pocket. He had brought a crew in to seal up the balcony opening with plywood until the new glass came in. 

Just when you thought things were settled, a FBI agent came in behind the police.

“Miss Y/N, I’m Detective Stroud with the FBI. Can I ask you a couple questions?”

You breathed out a heavy sigh. “Yes.”

“So… a rat, huh?”

“I don’t do rodents.”

“Uh huh…” He said as he walked around the room. “How did the window break?”

“I threw the lamp at it when I saw the rat run over to it.”

“Right. What are you, The Incredible Hulk?”

You gestured to your body. “Do I look like the Hulk?”

“Banner doesn’t look like The Hulk does he?”

“Look, people do crazy things when they’re on an adrenaline high.”

“Right…and that?” Detective Stroud asked, pointing to the deep claw marks in the wall. 

“A knife.”

“Ma’am, I’ve been in this business for a long time. That doesn’t look like a knife made that.”

“Is there a point to this? As you can see, it’s been a long night and I’m exhausted.”

He caught the sight of your neck and arm.

“How’d you get hurt?”

You gesture wildly to the glass all over the floor. “I fell in the glass. You ever try running over glass while trying to catch a quick animal? Like ice.”

He looked like he didn’t believe a word you said but called for a medic.

“I’m fine.”

“Just a precaution.”

You couldn’t help the little bit of attitude you gave him. The adrenaline was wearing off and on top of feeling extremely tired, you were pissed. 

“Don’t you have anything better to do than to stand here looking at me like a cock with ruffled feathers?”

“As a matter of fact I do.” He uncrossed his arms. “We’re looking for Dr. Michael Morbius. He’s wanted for questioning regarding the murders around the city.”

You kept your face like stone. “He’s that brilliant doctor right? The one with the blood disease?”

“Yep.” The p made a popping sound. 

“And?”

“Have you seen him?”

“Does it look like I’ve seen him? Why would he be here?”

He did a quick glance up and down your body. “Why indeed.”

“I’m not scared of you and your badge.”

“No, I would bet not.”

You made a sarcastic face.

He stared at you, realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere. Moving towards the breakfast bar, he put his card down.

“Call me if you see him.”

You made a mock salute at him. 

“Ma,am, please sit down for me.” The medic approaching you said.

As the medic started to clean up your wounds, he was largely silent until he got to your neck.

“What the…”

You gave him a warning look to not continue.

The medic looked away and finished patching you up. Once everyone was done, you followed them to the door to see Dt. Stroud standing in the doorway and shut it in his face.

“I need whiskey.” You sighed heavily.

After pouring yourself a glass, you leaned against your door and slid down it to the floor. You were so lost in thought you jumped when you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, sweetie?”

“Now’s not a good time, Margaret.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. She’s just worried about you. You know how she is. She won’t take no for an answer.” The voice of her husband, Herbert came through the door. 

You chuckled softly at that. She was a feisty 85 year old woman. Pushing yourself up, you opened the door to see Margaret and Herbert quietly fussing amongst themselves. When she turned to you, she started to tear up.

“Oh my goodness, look at you! All banged up!”

“I’m okay, Margaret. Honest.”

“Dear, let’s leave her alone. She doesn’t need you fussing over her like an old Mother Goose.”

She got indignant then at Herbert’s words.

“Old?! I’ll have you know I could still kick your scrawny ass, mister.” She said, pointing a bony finger into his chest. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“I’m sorry,” you said through laughter. “You two are amazing and so sweet to check on me. I hope to find love like that someday. I’m fine. Really.”

You put on the brightest smile you could. 

“You see? She said she’s fine.”

“Are you sure, dear?”

“Yes, Margaret.”

“I’m just down the hall if you need anything!” She called as Herbert started to pull her away.

You waved them off, then stopped to see Herbert staring at you with an expression you’d never seen before. His eyes went from your bandaged neck to your eyes. 

“Perhaps you should talk to the building management about setting up rat traps. Poor Margaret nearly had a heart attack at all the commotion.”

You laughed nervously. “That makes two of us.”

His expression grew serious then. “I don’t think she could take it if something happened to you.”

You looked down at the floor thoughtfully.

“Goodnight, dear!” Margaret yelled as Herbert pushed her into their apartment. 

Tapping the door frame a few times, you stepped into your apartment and shut the door. 

Opting for the couch to process your thoughts, you eyed the newspaper with Michael’s hooded face blown up on the front page. The headline screamed, Dr. Michael Morbius wanted for questioning in the vampire murders

Could he really be responsible for all of those murderers? You didn’t want to believe it, but his behavior tonight had you seriously considering he might be. 

Watching the ice in your whiskey glass start to melt and move around, you thought back to when you’d first met Michael.

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Sing Me a Song

Pairing: Morbius x Reader

A/N: Just another fluff piece :)

“Into the great wide open, across a land of love and dreams. I will save your heart from breaking. Won’t you stop? Please… set me free.” You sang quietly as you walked into the children’s ward. 

“That song is nice.” Anna said, looking up from her toys.

“It is, isn’t it? How about this one?” You took out your phone and played Happy by Pharrell Williams, starting to dance when the beat started.  Anna laughed at your ridiculous motions and clapped with you, dancing in her bed. 

“Uh, oh…I knew I heard trouble.” Dr. Morbius said, rounding the corner. 

You stopped, giving Anna an “oops” face, before turning around to see him.

He cocked his head, smiling at you. “I didn’t realize this was a dance party.”

You were about to reply when Macarena came through on your phone speakers. Your eyes got really wide as you heard Anna gasp and say,

“I love this song!”

“Do you remember the motions?” 

She nodded her head vigorously. You two started to dance, completely forgetting Dr. Morbius was in the room. 

“Hey! Is that the Macrena?!” Dr. Martine came in, a big smile on her face.

Holding your hand out, she ran over and grabbed it. Dr. Morbius just stood there, staring at the three of you dancing, shaking his head. 

“Come on…you know you want to do it!” You said.

As the song reached the last verse where you would shake your butt before turning, Dr. Morbius sighed heavily and shook his back end. 

“Yes! He did it!” You, Anna and Dr. Martine said at the same time, high fiving each other. 

As you stood there looking for another song to play, you pressed play on Baby Shark. Dr. Morbius shuffled over and took your phone.

“And that’s enough of that. You can have this back,” he started, holding your phone up. “At the end of the night.”

As he slid it into his pocket, you made a pouting face.

“Party pooper.”

“Yeah, you’re a party pooper!” Anna said, pouting and crossing her arms across her chest. 

He leaned in close to your ear and said, “You’re a bad influence.”

You turned and looked straight into his eyes. He wasn’t upset but he looked slightly annoyed.

“They have to have fun sometimes, you know. Imagine if you had to lay in bed all day, trying to occupy yourself with toys.”

“Anna, sweetheart, time for your treatment.” A nurse said pushing a cart into the room, breaking the tension.

While you were talking to him, you deftly slid your hand into his pocket, grabbing your phone back before he moved away to give Anna her treatment. 

“Alright, sweetheart, I’ll see you later. Goodnight.” The nurse said.

“Goodnight.” Anna said.

“I’ve got a joke for you.” You say quietly, tucking her in.

“Lay it on me.” 

You laugh softly. “Maybe I am a bad influence. Why did the coach go to the bank?”

“Why?”

“To get his quarterback.”

Anna started to laugh. “Tell me another one!”

“Okay. You know, I need to go to the store to get curtains for my laptop.”

Anna looked perplexed. “Why would your laptop need curtains?”

“Because it has windows.”

Dr. Martine made a sound in her throat, then covered her mouth in laughter. 

“Another one, another one!”

“Okay, last one. I lost my job at the bank on my first day. A woman asked me to check her balance, so I pushed her over.”

That one got a loud laugh out of Dr. Morbius. 

“Okay, monkey. You’ve gotta get to sleep.” 

“Wait, aren’t you going to sing to me?”

You smiled sweetly. Ever since she’d heard you sing a few weeks ago, she wanted you to sing her to sleep every night.

“Of course! How could I forget my favorite fan!”

You thought in your head of what to sing and decided on Original by Sia. As you started to sing, she smiled.

“You have the voice of an angel.” She suddenly said, causing you to fight back tears. 

Finishing the song, you tapped her on the nose gently. “Now you get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, Dr. L/N.”

Sitting there for a few minutes, you realized it was really quiet. Turning around, you saw Dr. Martine and Dr. Morbius staring at you.

“What?” 

“We’ve never heard you sing before.” Dr. Martine said.

“I only sing for the kids.” You said, laughing nervously. 

Turning back to Anna, you pull your face back and whisper, “They discovered my secret!”

You share a laugh with Anna before you peaked at your phone to pick a song to play you out. 

You chose Bass da da da by As Tequileiras do Funk. As the music started to play, you looked back at Dr. Morbius, seeing him pat his pockets, then give you a look. You raised your eyebrow at him then stood up. You mimed yourself to the music, acting like you were walking along a rope while dancing right past him.

Anna laughed the whole way out. Poking your head back in, you looked from Dr. Morbius to Anna. Scrunching your nose, you said, “I think I’ve annoyed Dr. Morbius enough for one night. He looks like he’s getting a little prickly. Goodnight, hon!”

“Goodnight!”

Dr. Martine laughed in her hand, looking away when Dr. Morbius looked at her. 

“I’m sorry.” She said through laughter. 

Looking at Anna, he said with a soft smile, “I’m not mad. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. And just for the record," he turned himself to you. "I let you take the phone."

“I like her. She makes being here fun.” Anna said and your heart did a backflip.

Sighing, Dr. Morbius checked her vitals once more than said, “I do too.”

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Rescue Me - Chapter 7

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

Warnings: None

“So…cock with ruffled feathers?” Michael suddenly said.

“You…You were here when those agents were?” You said, lifting your head up to look at him. 

“No. I was across the city, listening in to make sure you were okay.”

Looking down at you with a tender smile, he said, “Thanks for not telling them.”

“If I’m being completely transparent, I don’t know why I didn’t.”

He leaned down to you, getting really close to your face to rub your nose and in a sing-song voice said, “Because you love me.”

You smiled, pushing his face away.

“Don’t push it.”

“I’m not hearing a no.” He said, laughing.

Looking away, you felt your face fall as you remembered that night. You debated your next words, trying not to ruin the moment you just had. 

“You bit the hand, Michael. You bit the hand..”

“Does this mean I’m in a time out?”

You turned back to him with a stern expression on your face. “Hmm…” you said, thinking with your head cocked to the side. “More like a doghouse 50 miles away.”

He looked genuinely sad then and you almost wanted to take it back.

“I…I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care what happens to me, but you damn near gave Margaret a heart attack!”

He started laughing and you couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“They seem like nice people.”

You looked at him pointedly. “Why do you think I pushed on the letter opener? They are off limits. Matter of fact, everyone is off limits. You work at a hospital, Michael. Can’t you get the blood from there?”

“The point is, I don’t want to use human blood, Y/N. I’m afraid of what it will turn me into.”

“But if you’re full, wouldn’t that quence the urge to hunt?”

He was silent for a few minutes, then said, “I don’t know. It’s all still too new to be sure.” 

“I see…” Hugging your arms, you added, “I’m getting cold. Do you want to come inside?”

“What about the doghouse 50 miles away?”

Cocking your eyebrow, you said, “Night’s still young.” before turning around to walk into your apartment. 

You pet Maggie as you crossed the threshold into your living room. She waited until you passed before making a beeline to Michael. You turned to see her jump into his arms.

“Traitor.” You said, laughing.

“Don’t be jelly. I’m the favorite.” He said as Maggie licked his face. “I missed you too! Yes I did!”

Rolling your eyes, you watched as he carried her into your apartment, setting her down on the floor. She rolled over, exposing her belly. Michael got down on the floor, alternating between running his hands up and down her abdomen and playing her like a drum. Her head lolled back, like she was in pure Heaven. Maggie rolled back over and sat right in his lap, looking up at him like he was the only thing in the world. Michael snuggled her, rubbing her muzzle and neck. 

“I’m not jelly.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

He looked up at you with a “Right” smirk on his face. 

“I’m not!” 

Sighing as he stood up, he held his hands out, waving them forward. 

“Come on.” 

“...for what?”

“If you want me to carry you, just say so. I could very easily do so.”

Hugging your stomach tight as your heart felt stuck in your throat, you backed up into the breakfast island.

“I don’t want you to carry me.”

“Okay. Your loss.” He said, smiling up at you through his lashes as he turned his attention back to Maggie. 

You busied yourself in the kitchen, finding anything to keep your mind off that imagery as you listened to Michael babytalk Maggie. You knew he could feel your heart racing and hoped he would keep the subject dropped. Taking a second to think, you went to your fridge and grabbed some garlic cloves. Holding your hands behind your back, you saw him get up and pull a chair out from the island, keeping his head low as his fingers tapped on the island. You threw a garlic clove at his head, wondering if there would be any reaction. 

Feeling it hit the top of his head, he looked up, a confused expression on his face. You both looked at the garlic clove at the same time sitting on the island. He picked it up gingerly and gave you a “really?” expression.

“Not that kind of vampire.”

Picking up a silver tea spoon, you threw it at him, watching in awe as he caught it.

“This is a hard concept for you, isn’t it?” 

You shrugged. “I don’t know how any of this works, Michael. I was curious. You know, for science?”

Shaking his head, he said, “What’s next? Are you gonna throw a wooden stake at my heart?” 

He stopped, growing a grave expression on his face. “On second thought, put a pin in that.” 

You turned back around, silently happy that he wasn’t afflicted with the typical vampiric side effects. The relief soon turned to you chiding yourself at the silliness of it. 

A few moments of silence went by before he spoke again.

“So…” Michael began. “You have a pretty mean evil eye.”

Not able to help yourself, you turned to him, aforementioned mean evil eye on your face.

“Ooh,” Michael remarked, fake shivering. “Making me all tingly. Mine’s better.” He said before flashing his vampire face.

Feeling your face go white as a sheet, you swallowed harshly before saying,

“This isn’t a competition, Michael.”

He ran his tongue across his fangs as his features changed back to human, the red eyes the last thing to leave. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were starting to enjoy becoming the monster.”

He pulled his head back, eyes going wide.

“Come on, I’m just having a bit of fun.”

“This isn’t exactly fun to me, Michael.”

He was gone in a split second, reappearing right in front of you. 

“Are you scared of me?”

“Yes!” You blurted without thinking.

He moved back to stand against the island, sighing.

“If it wasn’t for Margaret, I’d be a bloodless heap on the floor!”

“I wouldn’t have hurt you.”

You scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me. I don’t think you had a choice that night. There was nothing human left in you. The monster doesn’t discriminate.”

His irises suddenly receded to white with irregular pupils. He was still for a moment, staring right at you. It was unnerving because you didn’t know what to expect. The blue of his eyes flooded in soon after.

“Come here.” He said quietly.

You flattened yourself against your sink, unsure of what to do. Moving towards you, he put his hands on your arms.

“Get over here.” He said through a smile. 

“Why?”

“Just come here.” He said, pulling you into a hug. 

Being close to Michael and having a calm heart rate did not go in the same sentence together, but you couldn’t help but relax when he started to run his fingers up and down your back as you felt his chin settle onto the top of your head.

“It’s okay.”

He hugged you tight, one hand on the back of your head. You started to tear up when he said against your ear, “I’m sorry for everything. Thank you for being there for me.” 

“Someone’s gotta look out for you, idiot. I’m not scared of you.” You said, sniffling. 

“Then what is it?”

“I’m scared for you.”

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Rescue Me - Prologue | Rescue Me - Chapter 1 | Rescue Me - Chapter 2 | Rescue Me - Chapter 3 | Rescue Me - Chapter 4 | Rescue Me - Chapter 5 | Rescue Me - Chapter 6

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Rescue Me - Chapter 6

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

Warnings: It's sappy XD

Morbius POV to start, then changes to Your POV for the remainder of the chapter.

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***Morbius POV***

I watched you as you walked out to your balcony, scanning the skyline looking for me, your hair shining in the setting sun. You looked to be fighting with yourself, closing your hand over your mouth out of embarrassment at whatever you had just thought of. 

“Come on, you can do it.” I said quietly, as if my words would carry on the breeze to you. 

Your heart was racing as you paced your balcony at war with yourself,  Maggie cocking her head at you from the doorway. Waiting for the cover of early darkness, I flew to the next building as soon as it was safe. As I got closer, you groaned loudly and said, “Ugh! Why is this so hard?! It’s not like he hasn’t heard me sing before!”

Ah, but my dear siren, you thought I was asleep last time. This time you have a captive audience who is hanging onto every word…

***Your POV***

You were aggravated with yourself, wondering why you were having such a difficult time with singing on your balcony. You used to do it all the time! 

Yeah, when no one was listening… You thought, annoyed. He was out there somewhere. Somewhere close enough where he was no doubt tuned in to you, but far enough away where you couldn’t see him.

“Make it big one day, my ass. I can’t even work up the gall to sing for you!” You seethed to yourself. 

‘The only way out is through, Y/N.”

You remembered your boss had told you when you were faced with a particularly difficult editing assignment. 

‘It’s hard though. What if I make a huge mistake?’

‘Nothing worth doing is easy, Y/N. You have to take that fear and stuff it away. Powering through our fears and coming out on top is what makes us who we are. You’re not the type of person to sit back and accept failure or what if.

“Goddamnit, Greg. Why do you always have to be right?” You whined, hands covering your face. “Okay. Fine.”

Taking a couple of deep breaths to try and calm down, you closed your eyes and started to sing the first song that popped into your head. 

The day we met

Frozen I held my breath

Right from the start

I knew that I'd found a home for my heart

...beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

Feeling an unnatural wind blow through your hair, you held your arms out with your palms up.

You heard his voice before you felt his fingers softly slide down your hand into your palm as his voice joined with yours. 

One step closer

You felt goosebumps all throughout your body at hearing him harmonize with you. Smiling, you continued the next verse on your own.

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

As Michael started to sing, you fought to choke back a sob. 

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

You opened your eyes to find him smiling at you, the wind dancing through the curls at the ends of his dark hair. He folded his fingers into yours as he curled your wrists up so your arms were touching his as you sang the chorus together, stepping closer to you. 

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more…

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

As you and Michael sang the backing vocals part of the song, you were forehead to forehead, heads down as you sang with him still holding your hands. You closed your eyes again to just listen to the two of you singing. 

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

You began the next verse with tears in your eyes 

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Michael let go of your hands to lift your head and cradle your face. As he thumbed away the tears in your eyes, you brought one of your hands up to cover his, leaning into his touch. You’d had so many dreams of this that you couldn’t believe it was really happening. 

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

After you’d finished the duet, you both stood there motionless and silent, looking between his eyes rapidly as he held your face. In one swift motion, you’re not sure who initiated, you were in his arms. He brought one of his hands up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face in his chest.

It felt like you stood there for an eternity before Michael said, “Consider me entranced, Siren.”

You laughed and started to cry as you let the emotions wash over you, hugging him tighter.

Rescue Me - Prologue | Rescue Me - Chapter 1 | Rescue Me - Chapter 2 | Rescue Me - Chapter 3 | Rescue Me - Chapter 4 | Rescue Me - Chapter 5 | Rescue Me - Chapter 7

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