#michael morbius x reader

[fairy-writes]

LOST PRIVILEGE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: @stiingrayyyy​

Fandom(s): Morbius (2022)

Pairing(s): Michael Morbius x Female!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Angst, angst with a happy ending

Notes: This also takes place after the Morbius film.

PART TWO TO “LIKE A KNIFE”

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You don’t know why you were waiting for a call.

Maybe a call telling you he was sorry. 

A call explaining why he was acting this way.

A call telling you he loved you.

But there was nothing. 

There was still radio silence two weeks after your official but unofficial breakup with Michael. 

Which you supposed was to be expected. Michael was the one who pushed you away. So why should you expect him to be the one coming back to you? But you wouldn’t be the one crawling back to his feet, begging him to take you back. That would be just stupid. 

Plus, you were a grown woman with a job and responsibilities. You couldn’t just leave that behind because Michael decided to break your heart.

But you knew that just made you bitter. 

Your phone rang, and you picked it up without thinking or looking at the screen.

“Hello?” You say, and your name spoken through the receiver has you almost dropping your wine glass. It’s late at night, and you thought you could indulge yourself in some alcohol before bed. It wasn’t like you had work tomorrow, given it’s Saturday. 

“Morbius?” You whisper and hear a relieved sigh,

“It’s me.” He says simply, and you grip the wine glass in your hand tighter.

“I’m hanging up.” You say and hear the panic in his voice when he replies.

“Wait, don’t—” 

You click the end call button and almost immediately see Michael’s face light up on your screen. The picture makes your heart ache. He had surprised you with a surprise trip to Europe, and you were kissing him in front of the Eiffel Tower. 

You declined the call again. But when your phone lit up for the third time, you hesitated. Was something wrong? Why else would he be calling you so much?

So you pick up.

“What do you want, Morbius?” You say curtly, and the relief is palpable in his voice.

“Don’t hang up, please.” He says softly, and you set your wine glass down, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” You say bitterly and can practically imagine him running his free hand through his hair. 

“You have every right to. I hurt you.” He says, guilt heavy in his tone. 

You almost scoff,

“You did. You scared me, Morbius. So what do you want?” You ask and hear him swallow audibly. 

“I want to meet you. Only if you want. I want to talk about everything. You deserve an explanation.” He says, and you straighten up.

“Why explain now? Why couldn’t you explain when I came to see you two weeks ago?” You snap, and he’s silent for a moment.

“Just—please.” Is all he says, and against your will, your heart breaks at the wavering tone in his voice. 

“Alright.” You say quietly and hang up with a click.

He texts you the address to a park just down the street from your apartment and asks to meet at nine o’clock PM. You glance at the clock on your phone. Eight-thirty, you’d have to leave in ten minutes, but Michael’s office AND apartment were on the other side of the city. There was no way he’d make it in time. 

But, surprisingly, he’s waiting precisely at nine o’clock. So you walk up to the bench he’s at at the agreed meeting time and sit down, pulling your purse into your lap as you watch the cars pass. The park is empty, and the streetlights illuminate the area in a harsh orange glow. 

“Martine and Milo are both dead.” He starts, and you whip to look at him, mouth dropping open slightly in shock. Martine had been one of your closest friends and confidants. She had been one of the people rooting for you and Michael. 

And Milo… Well, he was a bit odd, but he was friendly and constantly teased Michael about his relationship with you. He was like a brother to Michael. They loved each other as siblings would. 

“H—how? When? Were they murdered?” Your questions tumbled out one after the other until you bit your tongue to keep from speaking. Then, finally, Michael leaned his elbows on his knees and put his head in his hands. 

“Milo murdered Martine. And I killed Milo.” He whispered, and you recoiled as if slapped. 

“I—I don’t understand.” You reply, and he looks at you. His eyes are red-rimmed, and he looks like he’s about to cry.

“You know when you came to see me? My face changed?” He asked, and you nodded, tightening your grip on your purse. You had nightmares about the face he had made. The blood-red eyes and the fangs… It reminded you of a monster. 

“I remember.” You say quietly, and he runs a hand through his hair. 

“I developed a new treatment in an attempt to cure my blood disease. I spliced DNA from vampire bats and created a serum. It worked… But it turned me into this.” He said and gestured to his body. 

“What do you mean? Turned you into what?” You ask, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I can’t live without consuming blood. I tried drinking the artificial blood I created, but it doesn’t work anymore. I need… well, I need human blood now.” He says finally, and you have to stop from recoiling.

“You’re a vampire now?” You blurt, and he huffs out a laugh,

“I guess in a way.” He says and turns on the bench to face you. You almost pull away.

Almost. But something tells you to wait, and so you do.

Michael reaches forward with a hesitant hand and takes yours in his. His hands are much larger than yours. He watches your fingers entwined with his with some sort of longing. 

It made you hurt. 

It made your heart ache and constrict in your chest. 

“You called me Morbius on the phone.” He says suddenly, and you blink at the sudden change in conversation. 

“I figured I lost the privilege to call you Michael.” You whisper, and his face twists in pain. He looks completely and utterly heartbroken.

“You never lost that.” He replies and places his free hand on your cheek. His hands are rough and calloused. They aren’t a surgeon's hands anymore. They’re fighting hands. 

You lean into his touch, reaching up to cradle his hand with your own. 

“I—I don’t know if I can forgive you, Michael. At least not yet.” You say, and he nods. You take a breath. “But I’d like to start over. Fresh. Build something new.” You finish, and his eyes brighten, hope sparkling in those deep depths that you loved so much. 

“Okay.” He says, and you smile. 

#michael morbius #michael morbius x reader #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #sony cinematic universe #mcu x reader #morbius #morbius 2022 #fairy writes

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The song of desire

Warning : smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, nightmare, blood drinking, little emotional, kissing

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Darkness overcame her as soon as she closed her eyes. She had resisted sleep for too long. Too long she wanted to wait for him. Whether it was Milo or Michael, it didn't matter. She wanted to wait and meet her fate. But as she sat there on the couch, it apparently became softer and softer and her body, which was no longer under adrenaline, needed to recover.

From the horror, the blood, the corpses, the monsters of reality. But it was finally the sleep that came to her before the two and brought her into the darkness.

She herself could not see it but her body moved restlessly back and forth. Not something because it was a dream full of lust. No, it was another nightmare that was given to her. Darkness surrounded her as always an old friend and yet always different.

She moved forward before the corridor in front of her was illuminated by the almost burnt out flickering candles. The candles in the old iron hallways no longer seemed splendid. Everything seemed cold and dark, gloomy and abandoned. As if the splendor of the wish and the dream was gone. As if the truth about the creature had come to light.

The darkness at her feet gave way and cold bare old stone floor and walls were brought forth. The cold drove into her body and did not seem to let her go. The white long nightgown that covered her naked body moved slightly as she walked. She continued walking before an old oak door with heavy iron hinges appeared out of the shadows. It seemed to have been there since the beginning of the castle's construction. Her fingers ran over the wood. Cold. It was just as cold as anything else in the place.

She touched the cold handle and felt the slight indentations that had been made by the casting before she pushed it down and walked through the door. But the hope of a change of scenery was not to be found. The castle, the magnificent interior, everything in this wonderful place seemed to be in disrepair. The walls, which were hung with brightly painted pictures and tapestries as well as large oil paintings, were now full of mold, dust and cobwebs.

The tapestry had peeled away and as she stepped closer to get a better look, she was startled. Claw-like deep furrows had pierced her cheek in various places. The tall, candle-lit chandeliers barely provided any light, but it was enough to see the horror.

Moving away with a pounding heart and an uneasy feeling, she continued on her way. On what or after whom she did not know. Was it Light, Michael or even Milo?

But the further she went, the more fragile everything seemed to become. Desolate and yet morbid in its own beautiful.

She reached the apparent end of the passage, but stopped. A figure of her own stood opposite her. The initial fear in her inner self gave way when she realized that it was her own reflection. Stepping towards the mirror embedded in the wall, she soon found herself face to face.

The reflective surface was cool and a crack ran from top to bottom across the mirror. She saw herself twice, as if two sides were ruling her inner life, as they did with Michael and Milo. Was it wrong?

Didn't she have two sides? The one who loved Michael and wanted to help. The other who was afraid of the monster and tried to accept it. She stepped closer and touched the crack with her fingers. She hissed harshly as blood smeared the surface. Despite the fact that it was not a deep tear in the mirror, the cut on her finger was deep.

To somehow soothe it, her fingers tangled in the white nightgown. But this also absorbed the blood and formed a morbid pattern. ,, My heart" she heard Michael's voice and when she looked up he was standing behind her again. His cold hand ran up her arm to her bleeding fingers. ,, Let me help you" she heard him whisper before she felt his tongue on her fingers.

He licked and sucked the blood away but he did not stop. ,, Michael, enough," she said after his deadly embrace became more possessive. She cried out in fear when she felt his teeth on her neck. They were only a few millimeters away from her skin when there was a crack from the mirror. Her gaze fixed on her own image as the mirror shattered further and the pieces fell to the floor.

They shattered and she felt the small cuts on her legs that had gone through the fabric. But what frightened and panicked her was the figure that came out through the darkness. ,, My flower" she heard his voice and yet she could not escape him because Michael would not let her go. Milo grabbed her other hand and ran his tongue up it before she felt his presence on the other side of her neck.

The obsession chased and trapped two monsters who want to feed on her blood. But only one of them really has her heart.

Her eyes opened as she felt the teeth of the two vampires on her neck. Her hands clawed at the couch beneath her. Darkness infinite darkness still seemed to lie over the city. And slowly she wondered if she would be in the dark reality forever.

The exhaustion was in her body as if the experiences wanted to take her back to the darkness. Yawning as she got off the couch, she went to her kitchen. The coffee machine whirred and she watched the windows. The feeling of being watched did not seem to disappear. When the buzzing stopped she took the hot cup and turned around again as she recoiled. She saw the shadow scurrying past her window.

For what seemed like an instant it flitted on and she felt the cold countertop against her back. Only when she heard and perceived the breeze did she drop the cup out of fear. But she waited for the coffee to shatter and burn. ,, Please do not be frightened," she heard Michael's calm voice. He knelt down to catch the cup and came up.

She saw the short shift of his weight, but did not comment on it. He still wore the orange uniform and seemed to be a bit affected. ,, Here," he said before holding out the cup to her. When Y/n did not react and her gaze remained fixed on his chest, he placed it next to her.

,, I was afraid," she suddenly said as if she had found her voice again. Then she took him in her arms and tried to ignore the smell of blood on him. ,, I was afraid that Milo would come and not you. I was afraid of what would happen next," she confessed to him and she felt his cold hands running over her back. ,, I know I'm sorry, my heart," she heard him say, hugging her tighter.

Her heartbeat calmed down and the danger that Milo posed seemed less. The Derigent played his symphony. When they broke away, she took the coffee cup and took a sip. However, she briefly frowned when she tasted the metallic taste. One took what one tasted also with the smell.

And Michael stank of blood. ,, Sorry, I was not in the shower. May I use yours?" he asked when he found out what was bothering Y/n and when he looked down at himself he saw the dried blood stains on the suit. ,, Yes please," she said and left him to himself before pouring her coffee away.

Only a short time later she heard the shower come on and the warmth coming from the door as she walked past it to go to her bedroom. This time, however, it was late and she wanted to get out of her clothes. She paused as she pulled her shirt over her head. Can he see me? the question echoed in her head as she thought about a vampire. She still knew vaguely that Dracula, from the book of the same name she had read in her teenage years, could not see through walls.

But he could hypnotize, at least his beauty was so captivating that it bordered on hypnosis. But Michael had already seen her body, even if only a bit. Besides, she had to argue that he looked at her with love, not as an object without ulterior motives.

He perceived her as a whole as herself. ,, Would you have a shirt for me or something?" she heard the question and turned around. Michael stood there with a towel in his hand, torso exposed and dressed only in jeans.

She blinked several times before tearing herself away from his body and walking to her closet. ,, Staring is unwelcome," she heard him already reprimanding. ,, Oh, stop it, you owe me for the fright," she said as she continued to look through.

But she kept her eyes feverishly on the clothes, because even if Michael's new condition looked very good, she didn't want to make it too obvious. ,, Ehm here I don't know if it fits is the big cuddly shirt I have" she said and held up a big black t-shirt. ,, Thank you" he said before she tossed him the shirt and watched him put it on. Only when the fabric covered his muscles did she pull away and walk past him into the kitchen. ,, How are you?" he asked the surprising question and she looked at him uncertainly.

Nevertheless, she could not suppress a sigh. ,, I think- I'm worried about Milo. I'm scared Michael, scared as hell that he'll kill me," she confessed and turned away from him. She felt his hand reaching for hers, but not pulling it towards her. ,, I'll protect you, Y/n, I promise. We will make an antidote and everything will be fine," he said, but did not take her in his arms. He felt that there was something else. ,, I know you're strong, but I'd be lying if I said you had a chance against him. I saw you arrive here".

She saw that it hit Michael, but he accepted that she was right. ,, Let's talk about it tomorrow when I pick up Martine, we'll just finish everything here," she said before opening one of her cupboards. ,, Cocoa?" she asked, trying to lighten the depressed mood. ,, No thanks, I'll stick to the red stuff" he said with an embarrassed smile. She nodded and pushed him down on the couch while she made her cocoa.

When she was done she went to him and put the hot bag on the small table before she sat down next to him and leaned against him. ,, Michael". ,,Yes? ". ,, I love you" . ,, I love you infinitely more Y/n" she heard him murmur in her ear before he kissed her. There was love behind everything he did, he did it only out of love for her.

Two hearts that fit. She felt him pause with his hand on her neck as he slid down. ,, Do you want it?" he asked the question and she had to smile briefly. It seemed like the first time they were on their first date. So incredibly lloveful and yet always looking out for her. ,, Yes" confirmed the common love for each other before he kissed her again. She knew that in his condition also on the sexual level new possibilities opened up. She felt his cold fingers on her breasts again.

He pushed them under her top before he took it off and loosened the bra with a deft movement. She made a surprised noise as he suddenly lifted her in one swift movement. She felt the power behind it and how easy it must be for him. ,, I've got you" she heard him say before she wrapped her legs around his waist and he stabilized her.

She knew from the way he carried her into the bedroom. Gently, yet with certainty, he lowered her onto the bed before he took off the rest of his clothes and she followed him. ,, You are so unbelievably beautiful " she heard him murmur before he kissed her breasts. Her heart beat faster, it was as if they would beat together again.

But she knew she had to tell him something. Something that had already led to many an end of a relationship. ,, Michael, I have to tell you something," she said, which felt like an eternity. Fear gripped her body. What would he say back? Leave her and hate her. Immediately he let go of her and straightened up slightly to see her better. ,, What is it?" he asked after giving her her space.

The last thing he wanted was to lock up his heart. ,, I can't have children it-" she was interrupted by a hug. Slightly shaky, she hugged him back. ,, You don't have to tell me why. I don't care Y/n I would always love you my heart" she heard him say. All fear and doubt left her at once. She released his embrace before she felt the soft mattress against her back again.

Before she felt his loving kind on her again. He kissed his way from her lips down to her neck. She felt him sucking on her neck. There was a certain sweetness behind the gesture. Goosebumps formed on her body but it was not unpleasant rather exciting. Shortly she even thought to feel his pointed teeth scratching over her skin. But maybe she had imagined it or?

She felt how his hand drove over the soft skin of her thigh and drew light circles every now and then. And his other hand began to massage her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples. An excited sound came from her and she felt the short smirk of Michael.

Leaving her neck, he kissed his way down before pausing. His hand moved up her thigh to her arm before their fingers intertwined. She felt him gently place a kiss on her fingers. Another sign of love. ,, Are you ready?". ,, Yes" she answered breathlessly before she felt him inside her. It took some getting used to for both of them, but they knew it would be incredible.

To be united in their love was beautiful. She wrapped her legs around his hips again and pulled him closer. His new strength was incredible and yet he was loving. She felt him kiss her body again before their lips met. She moaned into the kiss and let the pleasure cloud her mind. His movements matched hers and the symphony was attuned to them both.

It was so fast that she didn't realize what was happening until she was suddenly on top. Michael had turned her around with his strength so that she was looking at him and her hands were resting on his chest. ,, I wanted to see all your beauty," he confessed and briefly avoided her gaze.

She lovingly stroked a strand of hair from his face before taking the lead. As soon as she moved, she felt his hands on her hips. The nude they both indicated blurred and they both lost themselves in the lust of their hearts. Y/n leaned against his chest she could feel the rapid heartbeat that seemed to blur with her own.

She felt him tighten his grip on her hips. She was sure that this too would leave a mark. But she didn't care, it was just another instrument, another sound in their shared symphony. She felt her own climax approaching. It took only a few more movements before she came with a lustful noise.

But it wasn't the end as the moans turned into a mix of pleasure and pain as Michael quickly gifted himself up and sank his teeth into her throat. ,, Michael" his name came from her lips and her hands tried to push him away. But he didn't seem to hear her, she felt him sucking her blood with every beat of his heart.

Only when she made another painful sound did she see the claws on her body and how they could cut her in half any second. ,, Michael, please stop," she tried again as black spots began to appear on her face. But it was useless, a monster was right next to her, not her heart, not her Michael. So it came that her vision continued to blur before she fainted. The body of the woman

was released shortly after and he withdrew from her. The blood red eyes became softer and lighter with each blink and each look at his heart. Before the man she loved was in front of her again. ,, Y/n, I'm so sorry," he said, and for the first time it was his heart that he could not control.

#marvel cinematic universe #marvel #michael morbius x reader #morbius the living vampire #michael morbius #blooddrinking #vampire #smut #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #nightmare #little emotional #kissing

[angelltheninth]

Can I request a Morbius x Reader where the reader is Morbius’s girlfriend and she is Doctor like him and she accidentally cuts herself on a pin and she passes out from the sight of blood but Morbius notices and catches her before she hits the ground and gently places her on the ground until she wakes up (you can add the rest) thank u :)

Haven't written for him in a long ass time.

Pairing: Michael Morbius x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, mention of blood, passing out, kissing, cuddles, late night lab hours, worried Michael Morbius

A/N: I honestly want a second movie just for the memes.

You're not usually around when Morbius feeds because you can't handle the sight of blood that well

Helping him in the lab is sort of a bonding activity since he works long hours anyways

You on the other hand don't have that much stamina, you mostly work in the mornings so your schedules only line up if he stays in the lab all day

Seemed appropriate to try to stay up with him for a change

Because of your tired state you end up giving yourself a cut

Not only does he smell the blood, he can also hear your rapid heart beat

Morbius is by your side before you can even start to faint, his worried face being the last thing you see before your world goes dark

The scent of your blood is hard for him to resist, he's tasted it once before and it was nearly impossible for him to stop

He folds your coat and his under your head so you don't lay your head on your cold tile floor and looks over you until you wake up

Lets out a long sigh when you wake up and kisses your forehead when your eyes meet his

Not above teasing you for fainting over the sight of a little blood

As a doctor you should really get a stronger stomach

Until then he'd be happy to catch you whenever you faint and hold you against him until you stop shaking

#morbius #morbius x reader #michael morbius #michael morbius x reader #mcu x reader #mcu #mcu headcanons #mcu imagine #morbius x female reader #marvel x female reader #mcu x female reader

[lis-likes-fics]

Red Tears

Pairings: Michael Morbius x vampire!Reader Warnings: Death, blood, shock, panic, grief, idk, it’s angst. A/N: So this is inspired by another fic I wrote for another character a long time ago. I’m trying to try out more metaphorical writing, just playing with different styles, so this was more writing practice than anything else. Hope you enjoy, thank you! <3

Slow.

Heavy.

Deafening.

Those are the sounds surrounding you in a constant haze of regret and fear and sorrow. A constant reminder weighing on your feet like the anchors of a ship.

Slowly...tiny droplets fall from an unmoving hand. A hand that will never know another clap, another shake, or another snap.

Heavily...red tears drop to the floor with harsh plats. It feels as though tar was sluggishly sliding on your skin, coating you in a warm, weighted blanket on a hot summer day.

Deafeningly...you can feel the echo of the impact as drip after drip after aching drip, the sound bounces off the wall with the power of a millions bats fluttering around the room as their wings crash against the walls.

You shudder. Your body is entirely still, a statue carved against the wall for the inspiration of a troubled artist, a depressing muse weak for the benefit of her lover. The red tears continue to drop—slow, heavy, and deafening against your soul. You try to breathe, but the air falls short in your throat and lets out a choke that initiates a silent sob.

Your body slumps into itself, another round of shudders rushing through your body before going completely still. The cries stop again, finishing another episode of shocked tears. Once again, you remain in a shell, neither hollow nor full. You are stuck in an in-between state you could not begin to understand.

You stay like that for a long time...too long. The ticking of the clock, which would have been a great comfort, is overpowered by the beating of teardrops on the floor. You could not count the second with every tick, tick, tick. You are condemned to counting each drip, achingly slow and labored against the polished wood floor. Each drop, with so many seconds in between, gathers into one painfully anticipated tick of its own.

A door opens, another harsh scream against your sensitive ears. You move, head perking up like a cat who has heard sound for the first time although your face was reminiscent of a pup, wide eyes that glitter; although not in excitement or enthusiasm, but rather fear as you try to tuck yourself back into the wall to avoid being seen.

He smells the blood first. To any human, it would just be an overwhelming scent of metal and rust, an inescapable odor of copper. But as his twitching face shifts, the glorious perfume filled his senses and threw him off at first. It was a wonderful aroma, a fragrance that could not be replicated for human understanding. He sucked in a quick breath to ground himself before his face fell back to its human mask. Only after he is composed again does the thrumming of a terrified heart make his ears peak.

Like a howling wind, he rushes to you. As if you do not recognize him, you move away in a frenzy of fear. He tries to assure you, hands held out to you in hopes of being able to lay on you and calm your tensed body. "Shh," his voice delivers like a salve to a wound, but you wipe it off and continue to scurry. "It's alright, it's just me. Just breathe."

You refuse, words rushing from your lips like an overlapping of voices as unfinished words and phrases escape in a hurry. Carefully, he grabs your wrists. Your eyes fall to them and more panic ensues. He should not be here, you would hurt him. He would be hurt.

His hands shift to your own, holding the tear stained fingers like fine china, afraid that you would shatter in his hands if he were any stronger. He pulls the hood from his head for you to see his face clearer, and those icy blue eyes wash over you.

Against your own will, you begin to calm. Your heart slows and your body falls limp. His hands hold you, and you let them. Your eyes watch him, follow his gaze and his face as he stares back. You try to look back, to remind yourself why you were in such a panic, but his body remains in your line of sight. He refuses to remind you, blocks your view entirely. Even through the steady beating of his heart, his breath guiding yours, the frantic air around you...you can hear it.

Slow. Heavy. Deafening.

You squeeze your eyes shut, as if he would disappear and leave you alone in the room again with the lifeless, red tear stained body as punishment for your crime. But as your eyes open again, he is still there. You are still there. The dripping is not background music, but a centerpiece in a choir.

He has been so careful, making sure since the moment you first turned that you would not have to face the same flurry of emotion that came with the first kill, that first feeding. He has been so careful. He knew your reaction would have been similar to this, but it is even worse than he had feared. You have always been a gentle person with an even gentler heart. As he sees you now, his heart is breaking into a million different pieces the way you are.

He removes his jacket, he tears it from his body. He smooths the dark fabric over your hands, red tears smudge away until all that is left is the stain. As you look down at your hands, it is then you realize the tears are covering your clothes and the rest of your skin. Panic ensues. You move like fire tearing through a forest: quick and desperate with an insatiable hunger to be resolved.

He grabs your chin with gentle hands, a whisper of a touch. You look at him and already you feel your breath evening out again. You stare, the oceans in his eyes providing a calming crash of waves to soak yourself in. When you are grounded enough, you will yourself to open your mouth and speak, a comprehensible word finally falling from your lips to communicate.

"Michael," you whisper. He nods gently, hands moving to your cup your face as his thumbs stroke your soft cheeks. He offers a smile as your hands come to wrap around his wrists, a grip on the here and now to distract you from the lifeless corpse only a few feet away from you.

"Yeah, it's me." He avoids looking behind him at the body again, keeping his eyes glued to you to keep you gently in your calmed haze. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone. I should've known better."

You move away from the wall and push yourself into him, arms coming to wrap around his body like a snake around its prey. You bury your head in his chest, completely shielding you from the world. His arms pull you into him, holding you as he stands to his feet. He carries you away to the safety of your bedroom, away from the lifeless corpse lying on the table in the living room.

As he sets you on the bed and turns to clean up the mess, you stop him all too suddenly, all too afraid. Your eyes are pleading and your fingers are clasping around his sleeveless arm like a vice. He could see your bottom lip quivering—you were once again on the verge of irrepressible tears—as you let out a whispered cry of a favor. "Please don't go."

Michael is at war in his head between giving into you or going to clean up the aftermath of your recent bloodlust. You will be smelling it the whole time if he does not go to take care of it, but to leave you alone would only make matters worse. If you are pleading so much right now simply for his presence, you will be so much worse if he leaves you for any measure of time you deem too long—which would probably be a few seconds, given the state of you.

"Please," you try again when he does not move. "I don't want to do it again..." Your voice trails off and the water along your eyes begins to stream over your cheeks. He moves back to your side, one hand still cupping your cheek as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. Your voice is thick with fear and sorrow as you try to speak through the huge lump in your throat. "The tears are– everywhere. I can't– I can't take the crying. I can't–!"

At first, Michael is confused by the word you choose– tears. He does not have to wonder too much before he comes up with the answer to your choice. The reality of everything has not quite hit you at full force yet, you are still in shock. To try to put it into terms that your panicked mind could understand—a way you could cope—you refer to the blood as tears. You could handle crying a lot easier than killing.

Michael intertwines his fingers in locks of your hair, pulling you closer for comfort as he nods and shushes you gently. "It's okay, I'll fix it. There will be no more tears, as long as you let me go for a little bit to clean it up."

You only hold him tighter, burying your face further into him as you inhale his scent. He smells of fresh rain and mist in a grassy field, that kind of smell that is almost impossible to replicate unless you are living in that moment as it happens. His scent washes over you, surrounding you in a cool blanket to soothe your burning skin. You are already calming tremendously, body relaxing against him as he holds you, rocking very slightly.

Your eyes begin to droop and your weight leans further on him for support as you calm. It is another few minutes before Michael lets out a soft breath, your steady heart and breathing reassuring him that you have passed out from your emotional exhaustion. He very slowly sets you down on the bed, wrapping blankets around you that were coated in his scent. He presses his lips to your forehead and very reluctantly leaves you to clean up the apartment so you do not awake in another panic of your previous mishap.

He is back before you even think to stir, his body presses against your own as he just pulls you closer. As you wake up, you feel hazy and heavy, your exhaustion still heavy in your head. Before you can really come to and begin to question everything in a frantic quest to recount recent crimes, he kisses you gently. Although the kiss is soft, it consumes you entirely in a velvety blanket of warmth. Your heart skips a beat, but remains slow and steady as you look up at him through sleep-laced eyes.

"What...?" Before you can finish your question, or even try to think of the question you want to ask, Michael just shakes his head and gives a gentle shush. "Just sleep, my love... There's nothing for you to worry about right now. Just sleep," he bids softly. His voice is so soft and gentle that you have no choice but to obey. It appeals to that sleepy part of you, that little crevice that yearns to forget everything that does not pertain to him and your happiness with him.

So you simply give a weak nod and lean back down with your head against the pillow. His thumbs brushes against your cheek and he keeps you calm as you try to force your eyes to stay open so you can gaze into his own. You lose that battle rather quickly, though, as you slip into another long sleep. Michael holds you, intent on keeping you in as much peace for as long as possible for the few hours to come. Until he has to usher you into the aftermath of death, he will keep you wrapped in love and warmth and comfort for as long as possible.

He kisses your forehead again before allowing himself to fall asleep next to you.

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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)

~~~~~~

“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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[maycat-19-142]

Michael morbius headcannons

⚠️:blood murder death drinking blood Turing to a vampire Spoilers of morbius

Let's say you took martine place in this story

He is so gentle with you

Even before you got together

You meet at the lab

You were a nurse that worked at the lab

You had known about his experiment with bats

The only one

You were constantly flirting with each other

He will take you out to fly

Will always try and find you voice ot heart beat

If he can't find you voice or heart beat he will panic.

The one time you had a trip to you home state he could not find you he called you kinda very panicked making sure you ok

He LOVES kids he wants kids of his own but do not wat to pass his health issues to them

His love languages are gift giving and acts of Service.

Maybe very light physical touch.

He will fall head over heels for you if you help him with his treatment

You don't even have to do anything just sit with him and help him though the pain

Just sit with him

You also help him often with rounds while he has to have his treatment

You and Michael are Anna's favorite doctor and nurses

When he first got his powers he refused to go near you in fear of drinking your blood

But after Milo's attacks you become apart of the whole thinking

You end up "dying" and he drank from you

But you were alive now a vampire

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I saw morbius and I loved it 10/10 recommend. Have a good day and night

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#Michael morbius x reader #pixie #pixie rants #fluff #gn🌌 #x reader #fem reader #male reader

[memoriesoftanalorr]

Author note: Didn't know my fav rock singer Jared Leto get into Spider-Man related movie. He's portrayed Michael Morbius the Living Vampire! As a kid I watched that Spider Man cartoon and as a kid I was sympathetic towards dramatic and tragic antihero right huh? I don't really into vampires in movies huh said the one who owns Interview with a vampire book, by the way didn't read it yet. But he's so badass, I'm in love and I'm bet that's a good movie. So plus I'm upset so here I wanna write Morbius x teen female reader, wanna write something like father figure/daughter figure love instead, asexual vibes as always. Sorry if this is not that good, I'm on my phone huh. Sets a bit after the events of the movie and I'm actually don't want Morbius get info jail, how about to make it a bit different storyline. It's all because I feel sympathy to him. X3 kinda self-insert but slightly. Ghost by Jacob Lee, listen to his music, he's great. Also lately listening to some songs of 30 seconds to Mars XD X3

Summary: Y/n is a 17 years old teenager who grieving about her mother who gets sick badly two years ago, she's kind and curious and hardworking student at college also Y/n is emotional empath, one day Morbius meets the girl at one of the New York city streets and getting a random chat but somehow the two liked each other and later on becoming friends. When Michael reveals that he's vampire, Y/N get shocked but she's didn't get scared much and she will not leave him but it's complicated since Michael decide to get distant from Y/n for her safety.

Tittle: Ghost (Michael Morbius x Teen Female Reader)

Ghost, I see you standing there Don't turn away, I want you to stay Ghost, what's your name? Why so surprised? I'm interested

You're just a soul that blends into the crowd I hear you so loud no one else hears a sound You reach out your hand no one else feels a thing And I'm just a stranger who could be a friend

You could have been so great I won't let you slip away Is there any hope for us left Even a ghost needs a friend You could have been someone But you let them into your head I want you to know this instead That I see the light in your chest

Ghost, where you from? I can take you away, so far away Ghost, I'll make sure they all see The kind of man, that you can be

Open your lungs and inhale my words I see in your eyes a reflection of hurt The book in your mind hasn't come to an end There's always a page, that hasn't been read

You could have been so great I won't let you slip away Is there any hope for us left Even a ghost needs a friend You could have been someone But you let them into your head I want you to know this instead That I see the light in your chest

Your heart, it beats Forever, forever, we see I will believe But there's a ghost in me Your lungs they breathe Forever, forever, we see I will believe

Y/n wearing denim jacket with a shirt and jeans and boots, she is coming back home from the college at the afternoon in crowded New York city street. Her phone starts ringing and Y/n pick it. She talking on the phone with a low and upset voice, "Hey, auntie. I'm just tired, I'm on my way home, everything is okay." Y/n waiting over the bus stop, she sat on the bench and reading something. Morbius quenched his bloodlust for a while and hides in the shadows, he is wearing a jacket with a hood. Suddenly he was distracted by your voice, he listened carefully. Your voice was tired but soft, like a lovely melody. He smiled and glanced at you. Y/n get into the bus, still holding her textbook and reading.

Y/n entered the house, locked the door and then she began to wash her hands in the bathroom and change her clothes. Her bag was on the sofa. Y/n come inside her bedroom then seat down over her desk, she started doing her homework. At the dinner time her dad is come home after the work day. Y/n said hello to him but both of them didn't talk much, he is rude and stern man that sometimes didn't ever want to listen his own daughter. That upsetting her sometimes and after that her mother get in coma two years ago, sometimes she feels herself lonely and depressed. Y/n washed the dishes, get a shower and get to bed.

On the next morning you went to college, everything was well but at the end of the day one of your classmates insulting you. "How's your mother is doing?" She was so fake that this was so disgusting to you. "I know you're asking not because you're care about me, you're so fake and my empathy says so." Y/n answered sharply. "Yeah, yeah. So why you're not crying? It was a long time since that day, you loved her so much, don't you?" Your classmate replied with a sly smile. "I don't get any news how's she and we're fine and that's the most important so shut up!" Y/n runned away. "Go on, run but it's doesn't change anything." Your classmate about to catch your arm but you're shrugged her hand away. "Leave me alone!" Y/n screamed at her. When you reached the bus stop, you sat on the bench and cry your heart out. Morbius hears your heartbeat and crying from the distance and he wanted to help you something. Y/n crying hiding her face with her hands, someone sat on the bench beside her, "Are you okay, miss? Can I help you something?" A man asked a girl. "I don't think you can help me, sir…" Y/n wiped her tears and glanced at the man, he has jacket with a hoodie, his sapphire blue eyes charms you immediately. Somehow you have a feeling that you felt his presence before and that was weird and mysterious. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, we're actually strangers to each other." Morbius told you. "Oh, I think I can tell you. I'm crying because I'm upset… My mother get in coma two years ago and my mean classmate reminded me that." Somebow you're feel comfortable around that man, he has a calm and strong aura. "I'm sorry, miss." He patted your shoulder gently. "Uhm, thanks." Y/n looked at him with a small smile.

"I hope you'll get through this." Man replied. "Uhm, can I ask you… Could I see you before somewhere? I just have a feeling that I know you." Y/n said shyly. "I don't think so. But I'd love to know such a lovely young lady. I am Dr. Michael Morbius. Nice to meet you." "Oh, I'm honored to meet with such a bright scientist! My name is Y/n, nice to meet you." Y/n said excitedly. "What a wonderful name. Can I lead you home? it's a really late now." Michael asked you. "Oh, my house is not so far from where we are though, just a few several bus stops." Y/n blushes. Michael suddenly struggled but then he follow you on a empty bus. You thought he just didn't want the attention from the other people, they're could ask him questions about his research, he's famous after all. When you and Michael came up to your house, he said goodbye to you and you waved to him and entered the house. After dinner before going to bed you thinking of Morbius, it's was a really interesting meeting and a bit mysterious too but you didn't figure out what exactly make you feel this way.

At the weekend, a girl decided to take a walk and relax, she went along the familiar New York street, Y/n decided to go to the park. You sat down on the grass and began to dream about something, you had a pocket radio with you and turned it on to listen to the news or about the weather. On the radio, the announcer said it was going to rain soon and you didn't have an umbrella with you. You think a little and went to the city, you had a favorite abandoned house where sometimes you hide when you were sad.

A girl noticed someone in the rain, it was Morbius. Y/n glanced at him, "Dr. Morbius? What are you doing here?" you asked. "That's a long story." He struggled. "Follow me, I show you where we can wait until the rain is over." Y/n said. "That's great idea. Call me just Michael." He told you as he take your hand in his, making you blush a little. "Alright." Y/n giggled.

When he took your hand, you felt a strong grip, so much strength. Y/n lead him into abandoned house. "Where are we?" Morbius asked. "This is my favorite secret place, it's either a abandoned house or an a abandoned library cause here a lot of old newspapers and books. You can take off your jacket now." Y/n taking off her jacket and closed the door. She could look at his face now when he take off his jacket, he has a beard, pale skin, a long hair tied into a bun and wonderful sapphire blue eyes. "I feel comfortable here." Morbius said with a smile. "That's right. Take a seat please." Y/n pointed at the sofa in the middle of the living room. A rain pouring outside stronger and Y/n sit down at the sofa with a blanket, you both sitting side by side. "We can read something for a while if you want to." Y/n glanced at him. "I'd rather talk to you about something, my dear friend." Michael said softly. "Okay. I never seen such a wonderful eyes like yours, so magically blue." Y/n look into his eyes. "Thank you, yours is lovely as well." He chunckled softly.

"You're welcome. You know, my father and me had a good bonding but from some moment, he become mean and rude to me. But I'm don't know what went wrong." Y/n lowered her head. "I hope your relationships going to improve." Michael touched your hand. "I'm not sure but we're have few moments when we're not insulting or teasing or argue with each other but at least we're alright." Y/n replied. "Are you a student, right? What faculty?" Morbius changed the subject of conversation. "Archival Science." Y/n replied. "I see." Michael looked at you.

You got up from the sofa and looked at the bookshelf and took the book and sat down again. Rain still pouring and Y/n get asleep after a hour, you laid your head on Michael's shoulder. He couldn't stay any longer, "Sorry, I can't stay longer with you, my dear friend. See you later." Michael whispered, stroking your hair and quietly leaves the house.

You and Michael meet sometimes, he even write you letters what makes you happier, you write him as well; mostly he was busy working at his lab. Once you two meet at your secret abandoned library. Y/n feel excited to see him again but he seems gloomy. "How's my man is doing?" Y/n hugged him but Morbius didn't hug you back. "What's wrong, buddy?" Y/n felt his frustration. "I need to tell you something." Morbius said nervously. "Sure." Y/n touched his hand for comfort.

"I want to tell you about my experiment." Michael get a deep breath and look at you. "Why you're so nervous? I'm listening." Y/n assured him. "I know but---" Michael lowered his head. "It's okay, tell me." Y/n patted his shoulder as he calm down a bit. "Since I was a kid I suffering from blood disease, all my life I wanted to find a cure and I successes in this." Michael rised his voice. "Is this about your research of artificial blood?" Y/n asked. "You have no idea of what I'm done…" Morbius answered. "So what is it then?" Y/n asked curiously. "I mixed human blood with bat DNA and it's heals me but I get a side effects… This turned me into vampire." Morbius's voice cracks as he looked at you. Y/n widened her eyes in shock, "How it's even possible?" "Yes, it possible. Also I've got a superhuman strength and reflexes. I can hear your heartbeat from miles away." Morbius replied. "Uhm, that's really shocking. But you're look pretty normal." A voice of his young friend was determined and that impressed Morbius. "This is because I control my transformation well. Tell me how you feel now?" Morbius asked in despair. "You can tell it yourself with a help of your superhuman senses." Y/n pointed out.

"Your heartbeat is normal and your voice is determined… I just want you to tell me what you think about me now? Would you still be around? I am a monster, right? You see nothing yet and I don't want you to see me like this." Michael's tears falls down his face. "You're not a monster. There's good in you." Y/n rushed towards Morbius and hugged him tight. "Why you so sure?" he asked. "I feel it! And my superpower is emotional empathy. Sometimes I can feel emotions of the others." Y/n confessed. He didn't answered you, he just cuddled into your shoulder gently. "Why you shared this with me?" Y/n wondered. "Because you're my friend. After all you're shared with me about you talent too." Morbius told you. "You can feel safe with that. I gonna keep your secret." Y/n replied. "I know." Michael said softly. "Okay, I need to go now, my man. Bye." Y/n make a small smile.

"See you later." Morbius replied.

Two weeks ago your father find out that some mysterious murder has done by someone near your district and police still working on the case. Your father decided to move to another city until it's over. You agreed with him this time but you wanted to meet with Morbius until you leave the city. Meantime Morbius start to feel the presence of another vampire. It was Bancroft, he thought she died back then. When he figure out who is this was, Michael starts to panic, he should stop her. On the next night, you were at home and preparing for the trip but suddenly you noticed Morbius next to you window. "Oh my god, you scared me! You didn't tell me you can fly though I could guees it myself. What's wrong? That's good that my dad is not at home yet or it's would be a scene." Y/n rolled her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I don't wanted to scare you. I should tell you something. I felt a presence of the other vampire, I want you to be safe." Morbius apologies. "Who's this vampire?" You freeze in shock. "Her name is Martine Bancroft, she was my colleague and I thought she's dead. When she died I drank her blood…" Michael stopped talking and closed his eyes. "How tragic. I'm sorry." Y/n sighed. "I should stop her or else she willing to make a vampire army. I didn't see it coming and I hope it isn't going to happen." Y/n get scared for a first time and cuddling into his chest for comfort. "Don't worry. I'll never let someone hurt you. I'll do anything to protect you." He stroked your hair.

"Good luck, my man."

Morbius leaves quickly and you continue your preparing for the trip.

(Time skip)

It was three months since you and your dad leaves New York City, you both stopped at the countryside. You could walk into a forest and near the lake but as long as everything is safe. Your dad said it's already safe in the city but he wanted to stay longer at the countryside. Once you walked deep in the woods and thinking why Morbius didn't show up yet, is he okay? You seat down on the fallen tree and look down. "I wish you were here, Michael." Suddenly Y/n could feel someone standing behind her. "Hello, my dear friend. I missed you so much." Morbius said with a smile. "Hey, I missed you too!" Y/n rushed towards him with a hug. "How are you doing?" He hugs you back. "We're fine. I'm mean me and my dad. And you?" Y/n smiled. "I'm more or less fine. I just wanted to make sure everything is safe again, I'm sorry if this take you so long waiting for me." Morbius spoke. "It's okay." Y/n said. "I love you." He pressed his forehead with yours carefully. "Why's confession? I love you too but it's depends on what kind of love is it." You turned red. "You're empath, you can tell me this yourself." Michael said playfully. "Alright I think I can guess it." Y/n smiled. "You're my dear friend and I glad that we're met." He spoke again. "Yeah, I'd say since we're met, my life become more crazy and mysterious and also interesting."

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[aghostfromtheages]

Comic Verse Morbius x Reader WIP

Self indulegent as ever, since beginning to read any and all Morbius comics I can get my hands on this has been brewing in the back of my mind. You meet Dr. Michael Morbius while working at A.R.M.O.R. ... light fem dom ensues... To be continued!

Michael Morbius would never describe himself as a patient man.

Introspective, yes.

Single-minded, even, perhaps.

Scientific curiosity and personal need had driven him in his early years, to prevent people’s suffering and assuage his own. Since his initial... experiment, the compulsion had turned near all-consuming, while the impatience remained.  

And you loved to tempt it.  

Michael tested the silk belt robe that bound his wrists to the slatted headboard. He could rip himself from it if he wanted but, he had promised to behave.  

You had met each other during his work at A.R.M.O.R., and despite his initial apprehension, Michael had fallen for your charm. Your current romantic attachment was, of course, against department regulation. Not that you cared. 

Nothing pleased you more than to pass him in the hallways of the Hollow; brushing past close enough for him to smell your perfume.  

“Dr. Morbius”  

The tone with which you would address him was always deceptively cool. Much to his chagrin, it had a similar effect to being doused in ice water, sending an electric shiver down his spine. Weeks ago, when you had first asked him out for a date, Michael had been caught so off guard he had only been able to blink at you in surprise. Once emboldened, his answer was obvious. He could hardly refuse, not that he would have wanted to.  

While Michael could be coaxed into breaking the rules regarding fraternization at work, he could not be swayed into surrendering his own ethics. He would not drink from you. Despite your openness to the idea, he had politely declined. Michael couldn’t deny, that the thought of feeding during sex was... intoxicating, but the last thing he wanted to do was risk your safety and his sanity. Besides, hiding bloodied teeth marks on your neck was a lot less subtle than covering a bruised love bite. 

Now, the hush of the shower could be heard from down the hall. Michael strained briefly against the ties, rolling his shoulders, and readjusting for comfort. You had left him, wrists tied, at half-mast, with just a sheet for cover.  

#michael morbius x reader #morbius x reader #michael morbius #marvel comic verse #my writing #this man is a switch i stg #the comics are so good rip me

[nekoannie-chan]

May Sneak Peak

What happened? (Michael Morbius & Reader) Secrets chapter 11 (Steve Rogers X OC, Brock Rumlow X OC) Jealous (Steve Rogers X Reader) Accidental view (Steve Rogers X Reader) Secrets chapter 12 (Steve Rogers X OC, Brock Rumlow X OC) Huge mistake (Steve Rogers X Reader) Breakfast (Steve Rogers X Reader) Secrets chapter 13 (Steve Rogers X OC, Brock Rumlow X OC) She (Brock Rumlow X Reader (platonic, one-way), Jack Rollins X Reader) Light (Steve Rogers X Reader) Secrets chapter 14 (Steve Rogers X OC, Brock Rumlow X OC) Not my world part II (Steve Rogers X OC) Slow (Steve Rogers X Reader) ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

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#Michael Morbius & Reader #steve rogers x oc #Steve Rogers X Reader #Brock Rumlow X OC #Jack Rollins X Reader #Brock Rumlow X Reader

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 145 & 146

Welcome to Week 145 & 146

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Little Minx - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Collared part 11 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Collared part 12 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Two Sides of the Same Coin - (Bucky x Reader, Winter Soldier x Reader) - @navybrat817

Long Night - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Injured - (Steve x Reader) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Secrets Chp 10 - @nekoannie-chan

Egg Search - (Lloyd x Reader) - @xcaptain-winterx

Take the Edge Off - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Heart of Glass - Part 3 - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

What happened - (Morbius x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

His Inheritance - Part 16 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Little Bird - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

New Rules - Part 13 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 7 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Secret Sierra - Chp 7 - @lloydsbitch

His Inheritance - Part 17 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

new rules - the bet - @syntheticavenger

A good plan - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Dusk to Dawn - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

All Mine - (Steve x Reader) - @sagechanoafterdark

Brothers In Arms - Part 9 - (Ransom x Reader) - @wiypt-writes

Bedtime Story - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Biker Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Ready or Not - Chp 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817

Loving You is Easy - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Secrets Chapter 11- (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan

DBF! Ari - @lunarbuck

The Dream - (Loki x Reader) - @literatureatthebowofnails

The Disappearance - (Loki x Reader) - @literatureatthebowofnails

Into the Deep End - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

In this world it’s just us - @the-soulofdevil

Jealous - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Accidental view - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Take You Higher - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Smile - (Dark!Midnight Sons × Reader) - @deceitfuldevout

Neighborly Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Drunk Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

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[fairy-writes]

Can I request a Morbius x Reader where the reader is Morbius’s girlfriend and she is Doctor like him and she accidentally cuts herself on a pin and she passes out from the sight of blood but Morbius notices and catches her before she hits the ground and gently places her on the ground until she wakes up (you can add the rest) thank u :)

FEAR OF BLOOD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Morbius (2022)

Pairing(s): Michael Morbius x Female!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): 

Notes: HEADCANONS BECAUSE I CAN’T FOCUS TODAY

I’m sorry it’s short, but I really couldn’t figure out how to make it longer. 

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When you wake up, you’re on the floor. 

What?

Why are you on the floor?

What had happened?

Your lab coat has been removed, your feet are elevated, and your belt is loosened. 

Even more confusing. 

But it gets less confusing when you spot your lover and fellow doctor, Michael Morbius, at your side. 

He looks concerned but relaxes when you open your eyes. 

“I was getting worried there for a second.” He teases you and helps you sit up. You notice gauze and wrapping around your right hand. 

You ask what happened, and he looks concerned again, brows furrowing and lips pulling down in a frown.

“You cut your hand and passed out. I wasn’t sure if it was because of light-headedness or the blood. I took some precautions just in case.” He explains, and you nod. 

That would explain the loose belt and removed lab coat. It would also explain the raised feet. 

You sit cross-legged on the floor of your lab and lean into Michael’s chest. 

“You had me worried.” He says, and you hum.

“I’ve always been scared of blood. The sight of it makes my stomach turn. It normally doesn’t make me pass out, though.” You explain, and he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, his legs extended before you as he leans against the wall. 

“It seems you have a case of Hemophobia. The fear of blood.” He says matter of factly, and you laugh.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You tease and delight in the way he laughs. 

#michael morbius x reader #michael morbius #morbius 2022 #morbius x reader #fairy writes

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The tact of truth

Warning : angst

Masterlist,next part

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Those blood red eyes were what brought her back to reality. Could it really be that Michael had killed her best friend? He was led away and taken out of the hospital without turning back to her.

It seemed as if the whole spectacle of the night was about to befall her. The death, the arrest, the injury - it all seemed so untrue and yet there was no doubt about what she herself had seen. Detaching herself from the place, she went back to the hospital. She knew she was entering dangerous territory. But what she had experienced in the last few hours was anything but normal.

It briefly occurred to her that the stories of an alien monster were real, just like her brief encounter with Spiderman when he swung past her. But despite all that, what concerned Michael was even more dangerous. Because the monster inside him had a thirst for blood. For her blood

Breaking away from the place, she saw the blue light sirens reflecting in the windows before she went to the lifts. It was only when she pressed the buttons that she noticed the slight trembling of her fingers. And again she wished that Michael was with her to calm her symphony.

Getting out of the chair, she went into the lab, even though she knew what she was doing was not legal. Opening the door, she switched on the light by voice. With a box in her hand, she went to the lab area and stuffed files of findings and results into it.

Once Martine was released from the hospital, they would have to develop something together. Because she wouldn't make it on her own. They needed an antidote. As long as Michael was in custody, they would find a cure.

She was about to lift one of the machines when she noticed the stand with the drug. But where there should have been one, because she was sure that Michael had taken one of the two, there was none.

Panic spread through her and she vigorously searched for the small vial. She tore open drawers and rearranged everything before her gaze returned to the ceiling. ,, Milo" came from her lips and it dawned on her. He was the only one who must have taken her. It was obvious he had hate as his motive and rejection...because she didn't love him.

Grabbing the box, she walked as fast as she could out of the lab to escape the feeling of being watched. She didn't know where Milo was and yet she worried. Worried about Michael and Milo, what the latter would do once he too had turned into a vampire.

Two bats in a city dangerous to the blood they crave. Hurrying out of the chair, she left the hospital and tried to reach the policemen she knew outside. Unfortunately for her, they had already disappeared. Cursing, she reached for her mobile phone as she hailed a taxi. She typed the message to Martine about the box and the probably new information about the serum.

Nervousness and uncertainty about what would happen next permeated her. A bad tune when you don't have a derigent to guide you. Paying the driver, she hurried to her flat and when she got to her floor she stopped in front of her door. Her eyes flitted past the spot with the rose petal.

She thought My heart and blood do not belong to him, before quickly unlocking the door and putting her things there for the time being.  A sigh escaped her and her gaze went to the clock. Too late to be awake and too early to sleep.

Chaos in the darkness. The darkness seemed to embrace her and it was sweet and horrible at the same time. Her hand found its way into her pocket as she pulled out the policeman's card. She turned it over in her hand and the dark shield rippled in the light. Only when she saw the address of the prison did she realise where she had to go. She didn't know if she was allowed to see Michael, but special times require special measures.

She was about to leave her flat when something struck her. In fact, she noticed that something was missing. Turning to her little shelf, she saw that the rose petal was no longer there. "Milo" was her first thought as she approached the tray and looked at the floor. Maybe it had fallen or blown away. They were cheap excuses to deal with the dark bloody truth she knew. The red rose petal had disappeared and this feeling of being watched was suddenly unbearable.

Did it mean that he had already taken the remedy or was it not too late. Maybe it just turned to dust. Dust and ashes were all that remained of Michael in her dream. A horrible memory, a horrible dream. The thing that frightened her, apart from all the other things she had experienced in the last few hours, were the dreams that seemed to be real.

It was only when a shadow passed by her window that she fearfully released herself from her stupor and made her way to her car. "Let him not have taken the medicine yet," she thought as she looked up at the dark sky.

But the shadow seemed to be ahead or had disappeared into the darkness and was watching her.

Turning on the engine, she drove to the detention centre, even though she had never been there herself. Her hope of seeing Michael somehow was stronger.

But if she hadn't been so fixated on Michael, she would have seen the black limo in the shadows that belonged to someone she knew only too well.

Walking inside, she was greeted by little brighter than old flickering glow sticks. ,, May I help you, Miss?" a policeman asked her immediately. ,, Yes, I'd like to see Rodriguez, I'm involved in a case and he told me to contact him," she replied, hoping he wouldn't ask any more questions. ,, Ah, the weirdo, he's in an interrogation with some doctor right now. You can wait here until you're done, then he'll be there for you" he said and pointed to a shabby chair. Sighing and knowing she was finished, she sat down and picked up her mobile phone. As she looked at her hand, something came back to her. "When was the last time he had artificial blood?" she asked herself, cursing herself for not taking any of the artificial blood with her.

At least martine had answered her and agreed that they had to develop an antidote.

Minutes seemed to pass like hours as she stood there avoiding the eyes of the police officers and staring at her watch. It was only when she heard what appeared to be the bars of each section opening that she stood up, hoping it was Rodriguez. ,, That's just his lawyer," one of the policemen said casually and she was about to sit down again when someone else came towards her. Milo.

But what caught her eye was the missing walking stick and the shiny silver flask in his hand. His gaze was on the policemen before it was on her. There was no love there, rather there seemed to be a desire. A desire for her blood.

But there was no red in his eyes, he seemed so far normal. He looked handsome and beautiful no longer sick as he once was. And just like Michael, he seemed incredibly engaging and hypnotic. As with any vampire beauty comes at the price of another life. ,, Oh Y/n what are you doing here?" he asked softly as he came to a stop in front of her.

She knew she had to watch what she said. She knew he must have taken it, there was no way around it. But whether he had drunk blood, she prayed he had not. ,, I went to pick up some of my things from the police, they had taken some. I'm really glad to be back," she said, trying desperately to keep her heartbeat steady. It only made her more nervous.

His gaze seemed to pierce her. ,, Sure, you seem a little nervous, how about we get some fresh air," he suggested. Her gaze slid to the policemen, but they were no longer paying any attention to her. Nodding, she agreed even though everything inside her was screaming to get away from him. ,, You seem better," she said and tried to get something from him.

After they had stepped out of the prison, the night air came around them. It was cool and goose bumps formed on her skin. ,, Yes, you could say a miracle has happened," he said briefly and his gaze was on her again. ,, I'm glad to hear that," she replied briefly and somehow tried to calm down. ,,Tell me what happened on the ship?" he asked and she stopped.

Fear and nervousness entered her body. ,, What happened? The mercenaries went crazy," she lied and it took all her strength not to retreat. ,, You lie, Y/n, I can hear it in your treacherous heart. You smell of blood since you got off the ship," he said darkly and she saw his fangs flashing. ,, What have you done?" came incredulously from her lips as the truth hit like a blow. Disbelief and shock were in her gaze. ,, You-you killed Katrine," she stated, only to be met with an enchanted grin. ,, Caught," he quipped and came towards her.

She could have run, screamed, cried but her body would not react. ,, Clever girl," he praised and a shiver ran through her. The voice sounded darker, more vicious, more vengeful. The monster had emerged. The once beautiful appearance gave way to a mysterious monster.

She was still standing there, wreathed in fear, not knowing what to do. She would not be able to escape him anyway. ,, Milo, I can help you," she tried slowly, but was only met with rejection. ,, I don't think I want any help, Y/n," he said. His claw-like hand ran over the stone building next to them, leaving deep furrows.

Suddenly he stopped and his gaze went to the sky. Did he hear something? she asked herself, trying to grasp it, but for her there was only the sound of the city. ,, There you are at last," he said and Y/n knew it wasn't meant for her. She felt a breeze behind her before the ground vibrated briefly. ,, What have you done to yourself?" said Michael, who was standing behind her.

She saw his orange prison jumpsuit and noticed the dark stains on the top. She didn't have to think, she knew it was blood and that was what worried her. ,, I have evolved just like you, my old friend," Milo said and showed his fangs in a grin. ,, This is insane, you can't just kill people," Michael said and took a few steps towards his friend. ,, Insane then," Milo said as if he was thinking about the words. ,, Say who slaughtered the mercenaries like animals, it wasn't me," he reminded Michael. ,, He killed Katrine, Michael," Y/n said to her derigent. ,, Milo, let me help you," Michael tried after casting a sympathetic glance at his heart. I want your help but I am not meant to rule no we are meant to rule!" his temper changed and it happened.

It was almost too quick to catch and all Y/n felt was a cool quick breeze. As if the two were moving too fast again and leaping out of the smoke or shadows. Only when it was over did she see what seemed to have happened. Where Milo and Michael had just been standing there were cracks and the ground had risen up by sheer force of the two. She thought she could still feel the vibration in the floor. It was overwhelming.

But they were gone and she knew there was nothing she could do but pray and hope that Michael would return. And so she did, waiting in the dark night in her home, not taking her eyes from the door or the windows for fear the wrong vampire would come through and kill her for what she was carrying. Blood.

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Spend A Night With The Doctor

Content: Minor spoilers for 'Morbius 2022'. Fluff.

You and Michael Morbius has not only known, but also has worked for each other for a long time. Out of most people in his life, you've known his work towards a cure for himself has never been so important. But when it came to human-trails, and performing a cure on himself... You just can't shake off something is wrong...

The pain has never been this bad before. But hunching over your lab equipment and slouching in the chair probably didn't help. The slight touch of Morbius' hands shakily run over your back, somewhat relaxed you.

But the pressure he applied in the massage, was barely pressure. The knots and aches in your muscles still remained, as his trembling touch was too weak to apply any pressure. After a moment he stopped and leaned back into his white leather chair.

"How was that?"

You pulled your t-shirt back over your torso, and adjusted your lab coat. "A lot better. Thanks"

He scoffed with a slight smile, "bullshit. You're such a bad lair."

You returned his smile, "alright, so I'm still a little stiff. But it doesn't matter. It's your turn anyways."

"No, forget it. There's still much more work to do."

Sighing and ignoring him, you wheeled Morbius slightly out of reach from his desk. Pulling his lab coat off his shoulders slowly, allowing it to gather at his waist. Your fingers slipped underneath the collar of his loose shirt, and massaged his shoulders and neck with firm, but gentle pressure.

"You know- ugh! This is a waste of time-oh!"

Pulling your hands from underneath the collar, and reaching for the hem of his shirt. Slowly rolling your knuckles in a circular motion along his back, being careful of his fragile form.

"Overworking yourself wont achieve anything. I know you're hellhound on finding a cure, but working yourself to death isn't the way."

Morbius chuckled, "sometimes your positivity is more annoying than sweet-oh! Fuck!"

"And that sarcasm of yours isn't that charming either."

The doctor gently stretched, feeling his muscles relax a little and his bones click into place. While wheeling himself back to his desk.

"Better?" You asked with a smile, while looking over his shoulder.

"Always."

Martine walked in, frowning as she watched you hug Morbius from behind. You paid no attention to her, only watching Morbius fill viles with his new cure. Containing vampire-bat DNA. It passed the animal trials, therefore he was going to take his research to the next level.

"Don't do this" whispering your plea into his ear, "it's dangerous. Highly experimental. Don't forget illegal." You hugged him tighter, feeling his bony frame.

"Y/N. You of all people should know how important this is to me."

"I have a bad feeling about this, Morbius.-"

"Everything is ready, Michael."

You glanced up at Martine with a narrowed stare. Straightening your posture, while Morbius collected his equipment.

A sickening feeling twisted in your gut, as Martine assisted him. Placing viles, containers. mixtures within a padded brief case. Computer work being saved onto a coded thumb-drive.

You grabbed Martine's hand, pulling her away from the desk. "If you cared about him, you wouldn't let him do this."

She scoffed at your plea, "if you cared about him! You'll understand why he needs to do this!"

"This is wrong. Something's not right"

"That's not your decision to make!"

Martine pushed you away, as she snatched the briefcase out of Morbius' hands. Allowing him to get a better grip on his crutches, which supported his weight, as he stood up.

"Ladies, I'm right here."

Morbius took a breath before looking at you. His course expression softening, as you gazed at him with a saddened face.

You knew more than anyone how important his research was. Throughout the years you've known him, you've watched this rare decease slowly kill him. Affecting his daily routine, despite how hard he pushed through.

But you just couldn't shake off this bad feeling in your gut. it twisted and turned your insides to a sickening point. Something was wrong.

Morbius could see that something plagued on your mind, reaching a unsteady hand towards your cheek. As Martine quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, attempting to support him better. He placed a gentle hand upon your cheek, stroking his thumb against your smooth skin.

"How about this? I'll leave with a promise." He cooed, "Not only to return better and cured. But we'll do anything you want! Go Anywhere!"

Placing a hand over his, trying to smile through the tears. "But we can do that now. Let's go to the movies. Go out for dinner. You're my best friend!... I don't want to lose you."

Martine turned up her nose and slowly pulled Morbius away from you. With a heavy heart, you watched them leave. Only to stand alone within the lab...

Two Days Later

"Police are baffled with today's mystery crime scene. Eight bodies dead, and one female in hospital in a stable condition. From a ship which drifted to shore. Reports say the victims were attacked and drained of their blood. More detail's at tonight's six o'clock news."

Coffee no longer settled your nerves. And the news certainly didn't help with the overthinking. You haven't heard, nor seen Morbius in days. You visited Martine in hospital, but she didn't shred any light on the situation.

At first, Martine didn't say much. Just simply complained about the hospital food, or changed the subject whenever you asked what happened. Sometimes she even remained completely silent. But soon, she refused visits and contact from you altogether. Doctor's refusing you entrance due to your last visit...

"Where is he?" your narrowed glare watched her eat some jelly, while Martine just complained about it. "What happened?"

"With private care and state of the art hospital. You'd think they'll provide better food."

Snatching the jelly tub from Martine, she finally met your stare. "Where is Morbius?!"

"I... don't know-"

"Bullshit! It's all over the news Martine! He's not at work, nor along the dead bodies!"

"I don't know where he is!"

"You should of listened to me! He's gone because of you!-"

"You're not a doctor! If he'd listened to you, he'll be dead because of it!"

Her remark hurt you more than you showed. Finally falling silent, Martine gazed at you. Her expression a mixture of sadness and annoyance. "Michael was in pain and dying every day!. Do you really think he cared about your love for him? Or did you believe he'll drop everything, thinking such a stupid thing could keep him going?."

Martine sat up, frowning as she snatched the jelly tub out of your hands. "Michael chose and wanted me! I was there during his important break through in his research!"

Tears rolled down your cheek, "and look what happened... He's missing and you're in hospital. I may not be a doctor, but all this could of been avoided, if you just listened..."

You shook the convocation out of your head, attempting to try and focus to get to work. Rain and wind swept through the streets, drenching your hair and face. The attempt of adjusting your fur-lined coat, and knitted scarf didn't do much. Droplets chilled you as they ran down the gap between your coat collar and skin. The only relief given, when you entered into the reception. Tapping your ID badge and showing it to the security guard.

Taking the lift to the third floor, sneaking through the halls which lead to Morbius' personal lab. Although you worked at the company, security only allowed you in, only if he was there. Y'know, Morbius being your boss and all.

Softly closing the glass doors as you quietly entered the lab. Strangely the soft white glow of the ceiling lights, lit up the labs- despite Morbius' absence. The bats continued to fly in their upward and downward, circular motion within their glass cylinder prison. Placing your bag upon his desk, what came to your sights confused you even more. Your eyes looking at the mess- knowing fair well it wasn't as the same as before. In fact, it wasn't even anything related to any of his medical research.

Instead, sketches of vampires from classic literature, multiple of opened books, exposing the lore of the creatures of the night.

"What... is this?" a mutter left you, as you picked up a piece of paper. Silently brief reading the 'Dracula' tale.

You were dumfounded and completely confused. "Who's been using Morbius' lab? And why this topic?.-"

"Y/N?"

A familiar voice froze you still. No... it can't be... You felt a gentle stare upon your back, and slow footsteps approaching you. Remaining frozen, the owner of the voice circled and faced you.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, the paper falling out of your hand, as your shocked stare fell onto the man which stood before you.

"Morbius?"

His gentle expression of concern gazed at you, while he remained speechless. Allowing you to process the view in front of you.

He stood steadily on his own two feet, not a wobble or quake in his legs. Morbius slouched a little-like he was somehow trying to make himself appear smaller. Less threatening? Maybe.

Although his button-up shirt was loose, you could still see the muscle definition that he certainly didn't have before. Anyone else would of mistaken him for a athlete in training. Even his hair seemed less greasy, as it was tied into a man-bun, with a few strains framing his face. You reached out to touch his face, Morbius welcomed your gentle touch and slightly leaned into your palm. He was warm, and had colour to his face.

Tears reached your watery eyes, "where have you been? I-I've been worried sick! Do you have any idea of how scared, and worried I've been?."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But right now, it isn't safe for you here.-"

"What?"

"You need to leave. Stay home!-"

"No!-"

"Y/N, please-"

You pulled away from him. Tears streaming down your face, as a frown remained on your lips. "What kind of apology is that? I've been lost and alone without you! Martine barely spoke, nor explained what happened! And on top, I see you for less than ten seconds, and I'm supposed to just leave?!."

Morbius bit his lip, "Y/N... I understand, and I'm so sorry to be the cause of your pain. And I promise I'll explain everything at another time. Please leave. It's not safe for you here!"

"No! I'm not going anywhere!-"

"I said leave!"

Taking another step backwards, as shock and fear flashed across your face. His brief expression of anger and twisted features, slowly relaxed as sadness washed over Morbius. He looked away from you, as he leaned on the desk. Your eyes widened as a realization hit you hard.

"You've become a vampire."

A heavy sigh left him, "yes... as I predicted my 'cure' worked. As you can see I'm fitter, stronger, healthier than I've ever been. But... as you predicted... something went wrong."

"This is the side effect.?"

Morbius nodded. "Including... the need to consume human blood. I've tried to get by on my artificial blood, but it only works for a few hours. And even that is dwindling."

He looked at you, "I am so sorry, Y/N. For everything. Not contacting you so you didn't worry, and leaving you scared. And worse of all... I'm sorry for not listening to you, when you tried to warn me. I should of taken you more seriously."

You sheepishly smiled, "well... I'm not a doctor, so... can't really make decisions based on 'gut feeling'.-"

Hurt softened his expression, "Did Martine say that to you?"

Your silence told him everything.

"Y/N. You are the most valuable person within this whole building! You may not be a doctor, but you're worth more than that to me! You're... important to me. Always have been."

Morbius cradled your face, rubbing the tears away with his thumbs. "I-I'm... important to you? Then... why didn't you show it?"

"I don't want you to give your heart to a dying man, Y/N. Our lives together would of been short. And now... it hurts even more, cause I can't let you give your heart to a monster-"

You silenced him with a tender kiss. Arms slowly wrapping around his neck, as Morbius' hands slid down to your waist and cradled you in a gentle embrace.

Breaking apart from the slow passion of his lips against yours. You smiled sweetly, "I will always give my heart to you. No matter what you say. I'll never leave, nor stop loving you."

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Happy New Year 2024

Hello everybody and Happy New Year 2024

First off, I'd like to apologize to those who requested over two years ago and last year for not getting to their requests done, as I got to deal with my job and family life on a daily basis. However, that'll all change for the New Year. I've got a lot of catching up to do, so please be patient.

Secondly, I've changed my blog name to something more appropriate since the first name didn't sound right to me.

Third, I'm going to start writing fanfic series for the first time. It's my first time writing a fanfic series since I started this blog two years ago, so I wanted to do something different this year.

Lastly, I'm going to be doing fanfic masterlists for better navigation on my blog to find them more easier to look up. My inbox for requests is still closed, but my DM (Direct Message) board is still open for requests 24/7. I am going to be doing one or two character requests lists for this year, but I'm still planning that out.

So let's make 2024 the best year for fanfiction and for fanfiction writers :D

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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

@sluttmeoutttt I hope you like it! Please feel free to share and thank you so much again for your request!

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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